Unraveled, ch. 1 (Patreon)

Grant’s hand shook as he lit the final candle.  The woman who’d sold him the spell told him it was dangerous, and though he hadn’t paid her much attention at the time, now he was starting to doubt.  

He forced the thoughts from his mind and focused instead on Wes.  He was doing it for his friend. Or, more appropriately, he was doing it to his friend.  That’s where the danger came in.  According to the old woman, a person could go about changing themselves as much as they wanted.  Once you brought someone else into the mix, things got sticky. 

“To change yourself pulls a tiny thread in the veil,” she’d said stoically.  “It’s not without risk, oh no,” she laughed, a glint in her yellow eyes. “It's a tiny tear. Easy to close.  To change another,” she made a tut-tut sound and shook her wrinkled head, “pulls a larger thread. Once it starts unraveling it doesn’t always stop where you want it to.”  

Grant had nodded politely and pretended to listen, but his mind was already made up.  He’d been wrestling with these feelings for years and he wasn’t going to be warned off when he was so close.  

Wes was everything he wanted: smart, kind, gorgeous, and with a body that would make a greek sculptor weep.  The only thing his friend lacked was a penchant for guys.  Grant had been introduced to Wes in college and they’d hit it off immediately.  They liked the same sports, the same music, the same video games, the same clothes.  

Everyone knew Grant was gay and they always joked that the two were the perfect couple.  He even acted as the perfect wingman to get Wes laid all the time.  Grant was good looking and non-threatening in his own right, so he could open the door for his friend in a way that none of Wes’s straight buddies could.  Grant laughed all this off, but deep down he wished for nothing more than the jokes to be true.  

While he watched woman after woman come and go from Wes’s bedroom, the most he ever got to see of his friend was the occasional towel-clad walk from the shower to his bedroom.  Grant replayed even those few moments over and over in his head; Wes’s sculpted, hairy pecs glistening with beads of water that ran down his flat stomach.  The way the towel bulged out at the back over his firm globes while the outline of his thick cock would press out the front.  Grant would always hope that the towel would slip from one of the barely revealed thighs, but it never did, leaving it always up to his imagination while he jerked off later to the memory.  He didn’t know if Wes was aware of how he felt, but for the most part his roommate never left his room without being fully clothed.  Instead of hanging out in his underwear like he knew his straight buddies did, Wes acted as if he was living with a female roommate and kept himself frustratingly covered most of the time.  

Grant hoped the spell would make a difference. He’d followed the old woman’s instructions and had been as careful as he could with his incantations and inscriptions.  He didn’t want to screw up and make Wes flamingly gay.  He liked that his roommate was so straight.  Wes gave off a confident, commanding masculinity that drove Grant crazy.  He didn’t want to change that.  If he wasn’t careful, he could strip away those muscles and that trimmed beard that turned him on so much.  He didn’t want a gay version of Wes, he just wanted a chance to be with his friend the way he’d always longed for.   

Grant checked the sigils one more time and lit the candle, hoping for the best.  He’d find out one way or the other in the morning.  

*****

Grant had almost forgotten about the spell entirely as he stumbled sleepily out of his bedroom.  He had on his usual gym shorts and tanktop as he stood at the kitchen counter making coffee.  He was glad he wasn’t holding a mug when he turned around.  

“Mornin’,” Wes yawned, scratching his hairy abs as he stumbled out of the bedroom.  Usually his friend was similarly clad, but this morning all he had on was a pair of the light grey briefs that Grant always drooled over whenever he saw them in the laundry basket.  

Grant didn’t know what to look at first: the semi-hard bulge, the firm, hairy quads, the tight round bubble, or his friend’s sleepy, bearded grin. “Uh, good morning,” he said, clearing his throat.  He couldn’t look away from Wes’s wide, rippling back and round cheeks as the other man casually opened a cabinet and grabbed a mug.  

“Coffee ready yet,” Wes asked, his solid arm flexing as he raised a fist to cover a yawn.  

“Just...just about,” Grant stammered, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked at his friend’s messy bed-head above his bare, broad shoulders.    

Wes gave him a confused look.  “You alright?  You’re acting weird this morning.”  He followed Grant’s eyes down to his chubby bulge.  “Oohhh, this is what you want,” he grinned, grabbing his meaty package.  “We can probably make that happen.”  

Grant didn’t know what to say.  As crazy as it seemed, it looked like the spell worked.  He didn’t question it. He leaned in to finally kiss the lips he’d thought about for so long.  

“Whoa!  Whoa!” Wes pulled back, laughing.  “You’re the gay one, man.  This,” he waved his hand in a circle in front of his face, “is a lips free zone.  You know that,” he chided.  “The rest is fair game,” he winked.

“Sorry,” Grant stammered, somewhat taken aback.  It was clear things hadn’t gone exactly as he’d planned, but he still wasn’t going to pass up an invitation like the one he had.  Instead of aiming for Wes’s lips, Grant dropped his mouth to his friend’s neck and ran his tongue down the gulf formed between the large, round pecs while his hands traveled up and down the other man’s solid back.  He heard Wes take a deep breath and felt him lean against the counter as he worked his mouth down the solid abs, inching closer and closer to the fully-tented briefs.  

Grant’s own cock was solid and oozing in his shorts.  He couldn’t believe any of this was really happening when he dropped to his knees and pulled Wes’s briefs down, letting the long, solid cock spring free.  It was everything he’d hoped it would be, as were the round, squeezable globes his hands had a death grip on.  

“MMMmmm…” Wes moaned softly when Grant started giving his large, hairy balls a tongue bath.  “You are...so...good at this…” he panted as the kneeling man swallowed the length of his pulsing member.  

Grant was in heaven.  His hands gripped and kneaded Wes’s surprisingly yielding cheeks while his nimble tongue wrapped around the wonderful rod in his mouth.  He felt like he could start crying when Wes’s strong fingers started stroking his hair.  

“Seriously man...you...do this better...than any girl...I’ve met…” Wes grunted and pumped his hips, trying to hold back.  Grant had no idea what his friend was talking about.  Wes was acting like this happened all the time.  Grant certainly hoped it would.  “Oh fuck...I’m gonna...nnngggggguuuhhhh….” Wes let out a deep grunt as his impressive rod exploded.  Grant sucked the salty liquid down like it was expensive champagne, not wanting to waste a drop.  He kept sucking until Wes started softening in his mouth.  “Whew…” Wes stretched his beefy arms above his head and beamed down at Grant.  “Thanks, man,” he said, tousling the kneeling man’s hair.  “When we moved in together I had no idea the kinda deal I was getting.”  He casually stepped out of his briefs and grabbed his coffee mug, sauntering towards the bathroom naked.  “Can you just add those to my laundry for me?”  Grant was too busy staring at Wes’s shifting, bouncing rear to respond.  

*****

Grant stared blankly at the monitor on his desk.  He hadn’t been able to get any work done all morning.  He kept replaying the scene in the kitchen over and over.  Clearly his spell had done something, he just wasn’t entirely sure what.  He’d finally gotten a crack at his friend, and Wes certainly didn’t seem to mind exposing himself now.  His friend casually went about naked all morning until Grant had to leave, but they weren’t the couple that Grant hoped for.  They were obviously still good friends, but while Grant could touch Wes, the straight man wasn’t interested at all in touching him.  Wes had even walked in on him without warning while Grant had been jerking off in the shower, but the only thing he did was give his roommate an amused grin while he kept right on fixing his hair as though Grant’s privacy wasn’t a concern.  

Some kind of boundary had shifted in their relationship.  Grant chalked it up to what happened that morning, but he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Wes.  He usually thought about his friend often throughout the day, but this was different.  His heart started racing and his stomach fluttered, as if his existing feelings had been magnified tenfold.  

“Yo, Grant!”  

Grant started in his chair and spun to see his coworker Derek sticking his head in the door of his cubicle.  Grant couldn't stand him. He was on the sales team and was the walking embodiment of every sleazy salesman stereotype: fake smile, fake kindness, and fake promises.  “Oh, uh, hey Derek,” he said, shaking his head.  

“Hard at work, huh?”  The blonde man flashed his bright smile.  Grant usually saw right through it, but he felt his heart start to beat quicker.  

“Can’t seem to focus on much this morning,” he said, having to fight to keep his voice from shaking.  He never paid any attention to Derek  one way or the other, yet all of a sudden the other man was intimidating.  

“Well since you’ve got time, can you put my monthly report together for me?”  The blonde man stepped into the cubicle and dropped a stack of papers on Grant’s desk.  

Grant wanted to say no.  He wanted to tell Derek to fuck right off for even asking.  It would take hours to put the report together.  And it wasn’t even remotely close to being his job to do it. “I…” he hesitated. All of a sudden Grant couldn’t look away from Derek’s trim waist and cute bubble in the back of his slacks.  He’d never noticed the other man was so built before.  For someone who had a few years on him, he was still great looking.Grant felt his cock twitch.  

Derek clearly noticed.  He let a hand drift down to the front of his pants and he squeezed, letting Grant get a look at his prominent bulge.  “So you’ll do the report?”  

“Yeah, sure,” Grant said, nodding emphatically.  Derek didn’t even say thank you; he just turned and walked out with a smug grin.  

*****

“What the fuck is with this day,” Grant sighed, opening the door to his apartment.  He hadn’t gotten out of work until almost two hours after he was supposed to.  After Derek, two more guys from the sales team came over and for some reason he’d said yes to them too.  Now he was behind on his own work and still had one of their reports to do in the morning.  

On top of that, instead of going to the gym like he wanted, he found himself hurrying to the grocery store so he could get home and cook dinner for Wes.  He flitted around the kitchen hurriedly, trying to get as much of it cooked before his friend got home from the gym as possible.  Wes still got to go; just not Grant.  

“Smells good in here!”  

Grant felt his heart soar at the sight of his friend’s smiling, sweaty body walking through the door.  It felt like he hadn’t seen him in years.  “Hey!” He chirped. “Should be done soon.”  Grant watched Wes’s smile fade into a confused expression as the other man looked him up and down.  

“What are you wearing,” he asked flatly.  

Grant looked down at his work clothes, unsure why Wes was asking.  “My….work clothes?”  

Wes nodded.  “Uh-huh.  And what are you SUPPOSED to be wearing,” he asked sternly, as if he was disciplining a rebellious teenager. 

“I don’t…” Grant felt a rush of fear like a kick to the gut as he looked at himself.  Somehow, he knew he wasn’t supposed to be dressed like this.  Wes got to wear the clothes in the apartment.  He had his own uniform.  “Oh, oh man, Wes, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what I…” he started stammering.  

Wes’s easy grin came back.  “It’s cool man, just fix it.”  

Grant practically ran from the room, frantically unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off like it was covered in ants.  His fumbling hands pushed his pants down and he tripped onto his bed as they caught at his ankles.  Grant squirmed out of his boxer briefs and lay naked on the bed, panting and confused.  He didn’t know why he was doing this or what was happening, but his body was on autopilot.  

He climbed off his bed and opened a dresser drawer to see it filled with unfamiliar underwear.  It was nothing but right thongs and tiny bikinis, none of which he’d ever owned.  That didn’t stop him from grabbing a glittery pink thong and pulling it on.  “There we go,” he sighed as it settled into place.  

There was a rush of embarrassment when he caught sight of himself in his mirror.  Grant had a toned, trim body, but it was nowhere near Wes’s athletic build.  Nor was the glittery pouch of the thong filled half as much as his friend’s briefs. But It wasn't that he looked bad in the tiny underwear that sent the rush of humiliation through him, it was what it represented. Though he was gay, Grant was, like Wes, a basic boxer briefs and jeans kind of guy. He didn't act or dress overly gay, but seeing himself in the glittery pouch, he felt far from masculine.  

The thought was oddly comforting. Grant couldn't help but suddenly think that it all seemed right. Wes was the straight one. Grant didn't know what he'd even been thinking walking around the apartment dressed as he had been. Boxer briefs? Briefs? Wes wore those, not him. 

“That’s better!”  Wes looked Grant up and down when the nearly-naked man came back out in the tiny, glittering underwear. Part of Grant felt like Wes’s expectant reaction was odd, but he didn't know why. 

“I don’t know what I was thinking…” Grant said, his knees going weak at the sight of his friend. Wes had stripped out of his sweaty tank top, leaving his eye-catching torso on display. His powerful rear bubbled out the back of his gym shorts while a large lump bulged out the front. Above the low-riding waist, a tantalizing strip of his boxer briefs poked out against his tight abs. Grant felt all the more small and insignificant as he stared at the shirtless hunk. If his feelings had been intense before, now they were overwhelming. Wes was perfect. He was everything. Grant knew he was lucky just to be near him. 

“It's all good,” Wes smiled, patting Grant on a bare shoulder as he walked into the other room and dropped down onto the couch. “Just bring me my dinner out here when it's ready,” he called. It wasn't a request, it was a command. 

Grant stood in place for a moment, his head spinning. He was torn in two between all of this feeling totally right and totally wrong at the same time. 

The beeping alarm on the oven put his internal debate on hold as he scurried over to finish Wes’s dinner.