Just Trying to Get Some... (Patreon)

“No.  Nope.  I can’t do this.”  Ashton froze at the threshold, the cloying scent of powdery, floral perfume working its way up his nose.  He didn’t need to see his reflection to know he’d gone a shade of embarrassed pink that matched the store’s interior, though he did wish it would act as camouflage and let him fade from sight.  As it was, the athletic young man was painfully aware of his broad-shouldered build, complete with beefy arms and lantern jaw, and while he did have an impressive set of tits, the chiseled, muscular mounds straining against his t-shirt weren’t exactly built for the array of bras that mocked him as they hung from the walls.  He only wished the same could still be said for what lurked beneath his fitted jeans, but the empty void in his boxers where his girthy package should have been was a constant reminder.

Kyle rolled his eyes and slapped the reluctant hunk on the back.  “Quit being such a baby.  I know for a fact you’ve shopped here before,” he said, shoving Ashton inside.

Though the tapering jock was twice as large as his shorter, thinner friend he let himself be guided along, not wanting to draw any more attention than he feared he already did.  He ran a nervous hand through his thick, chocolate mop, trying to force himself to look casual.  “Yeah, but that was when I was shopping for someone else, not for me.”

The wiry ginger rolled his eyes.  “It was for you back then too, let’s be honest.”  Ashton opened his mouth to argue but closed it without saying a word.  Kyle wasn’t wrong.  His priority when picking out lingerie for past girlfriends hadn’t been whether or not they would have liked it, but whether or not he wanted to see them in it.  “The question now,” Kyle continued,” is whether or not you’re still doing it for you, or if you’re doing it for Jonah.”  The smaller man laughed when Ashton flushed a deeper shade at the mention of their friend, making no attempt to hide how much he enjoyed the jock’s squirming.  “You can do both, hon.  Pick some out that you think are cute, and pick some out that’ll have him soaking his pants.  You two had to have talked about this before, right?  The way you guys tried to out-fuck each other?  What does he like?”

Ashton swallowed hard, his heart racing as he looked around the store.  He still wasn’t used to the aching throb that pulsed between his muscled thighs, and he hated that he was getting so turned on.  Being in the store had always left him horny before, but now it was for entirely different reasons.  He didn’t see himself getting with the scantily clad models in the posters on the walls around him anymore, but as one of them.  He wasn’t turned on by picturing the women in the store wearing the variety of seductive fabrics, but saw himself in them instead.  “This is too weird,” he sighed, the urge to turn and flee building within him.

Kyle sensed the same and took the flustered pretty-boy by the hand, guiding him to an isolated corner.  “Now now,” he said, his mocking tone going sympathetic.  “We talked about this.  It’s been a few weeks and there’s no sign of anything changing, so it’s time to leave the boy-shorts nest and spread your panty wings.”

“Hey, girls can wear boxers and briefs too,” Ashton said, pulling his hand away.  “What’s wrong with me keeping my old stuff?”

“Nothing, if you weren’t using it as a crutch.  But I know you, and I know you tell yourself every time you put them on that things are going to go back to normal and you just need to wait it out.  But, sweety,” Kyle said, motioning to ample women’s underwear around them, “THIS is normal now.  You need to start dealing with that.  We gotta rip that bandaid off so you can get a dick in there.”  The wiry twink winced when he realized what he’d said and waved a dismissive hand.  “That’s a gross metaphor, but you know what I mean.”

“What if I don’t WANT a dick in there?”  Ashton’s gaze dropped as soon as it met Kyle’s, unable to hold up the lie.  “Yeah, yeah, I know,” he said, his eyes still glued to the floor.  “This was all so much easier when I was just trying to get some pussy, not when I had to worry about actually having one.”

“There’s that phrase again,” Kyle chided, wagging a finger.  “I still can’t believe you resorted to some bootleg magic off the internet to try and get laid.  Like you even needed to!”  Kyle shook his head when his friend opened his mouth to defend himself.  “Uh-uh.  Bitch, we’ve lived together for two years!  I’ve seen firsthand how many girls you constantly brought back to the apartment.  You were like a one-man hookup app!  ‘Fuckboy’ doesn’t even begin to cover it.”  He sighed, his eyes traveling around at the women in the store.  “If you got that bored with the girls around here I know plenty of guys who would’ve loved to get that fat dick of yours in their mouth.”

“Believe me, I know,” Ashton sighed.  As much as he wanted to see himself as the victim, the fact that he’d done this to himself only made the situation that much worse.  Like Kyle said he’d gotten greedy, turning to magical forces that he didn’t even believe in, let alone know how to control, to try and make himself more irresistible to women.  Instead, a poor choice of words had caused his thick, seven-inch banana and hefty balls to steadily dwindle before disappearing altogether, leaving him with the pussy he craved but in a way he never imagined.  To make matters more confusing, while Kyle was aware of what happened, likely because of his proximity to the ritual when Ashton had performed it in their apartment, the rest of the world was much more ambivalent about the jock’s unusual transformation.  People seemed to know that something had happened, but the strapping jock suddenly sporting an eager slit was more or less treated as entirely normal.  It was seen as so unremarkable that some of the guys, Jonah specifically, had started flirting with Ashton, picking up on the new vibe that the addled hunk was suddenly putting out.

As much as he wished it wasn’t the case Ashton had felt his desires switch immediately, leaving him hornier than ever while also filled with an unfamiliar insecurity about how to use his virile body.  The brawny brunette was accustomed to brimming with confidence when it came to his skills in bed, but now he felt like he was starting from scratch.  Despite knowing his way around his new equipment when it was on someone else, he didn’t at all know how his own body responded anymore.  It was like trying to tie a shoe one-handed and blindfolded.  He’d finally, reluctantly, begun to explore how to get himself off, but the thought of trying to navigate those uncertain waters with someone else was suddenly panic inducing, to say nothing of how he viewed himself.  He’d gone from a smug stud who was perfectly comfortable being naked in almost any situation to feeling like a freak if he even so much as took his shirt off, despite his sculpted torso remaining unaltered.

“It’s just a lot, okay?  My body changing is one thing, but having to deal with the guys all treating me like a fuckin’ girl now is…”

“Stop right there,” Kyle interrupted, waving an admonishing finger.  “Are you seriously that dense?  They aren’t treating you like a girl, dumbass.  They’re treating you like someone they want to fuck.  There’s a difference.  As a person who has plenty of experience in the realm of men fucking men, trust me on this one.  They’re probably just as confused by it as you are…not that it seemed to be slowing Jonah down any the other night.”  He rolled his eyes and gave Ashton a light shove in the arm.  “God, you are such a lucky asshole.  Do you know what I’d give to have all your hot-ass gym buds falling over themselves to stick it in me?  And here you are complaining about it?  Rude.”

Ashton didn’t know what to say, partially because he’d never stopped to think about his situation in those terms, and partially because he was still flustered at the memory of what Kyle had walked in on a few nights before.  Jonah had come over to the apartment to hang out, which shouldn’t have been at all abnormal, but ever since his transformation Ashton had been fighting a growing attraction for his shredded, raven-haired friend.  With his razor cheekbones, brooding features, and ample muscle, he’d always known that Jonah was the best looking of the group, but now he felt it on a primal level.  His eager new hole quivered every time he so much as looked at his friend’s broad, stubble-covered jaw, so to be alone on the couch with the stunning hunk had gone from an unremarkable occurrence to a stomach-fluttering rollercoaster of anxiety.  It also hadn’t helped that Jonah was clad in nothing but a loose tank-top that highlighted his impressive, tapering physique and a pair of weathered mesh shorts that showed off his thick, hefty package.  Ashton had seen the other man naked countless times, a fact that he’d never paid much attention to before, but that he cursed in the moment as the images of the naked beauty refused to loosen their grip on his thoughts.

As they’d been hanging out, Ashton caught Jonah eyeing him just as much as he’d been stealing glances of his friend.  At first the addled brunette thought it was just his imagination, but then he began to recognize familiar tells in the other man’s smile, tone, and body language.  He’d kept waiting for Jonah to bring up his sudden change, but his friend hadn’t said anything.  Like with everyone else, despite Ashton not specifically telling the other man about what happened with the spell, he already just seemed to know somehow.  But instead of being comforting that knowledge had catapulted Ashton’s anxieties into overdrive, leading to him getting a bit more drunk than usual.  With his inhibitions lowered one thing led to another, and before he knew it his tongue was in Jonah’s mouth and he was eagerly fishing his friend’s twitching hose free.

He wasn’t so drunk that his friend was taking advantage of the situation, and he guessed that the dark-haired hunk also knew that but had played along for his sake.  Jonah had let him direct things, not pushing or getting handsy until Ashton initiated it.  He’d squeezed a thigh and had grabbed the brunette’s equally impressive chest while they’d made out, but it wasn’t until Ashton physically guided it over that Jonah had slipped a hand down his shorts.

Just the memory was overwhelming.  It was the first time that Ashton had either ever had another man’s cock in his hands, or another man’s fingers inside him.  Even in the moment he’d been mortified at the way he’d started whimpering and moaning, and at the expressions he could feel himself making, but Jonah’s warm, charming smile never wavered.  As horrible as Ashton felt that it all should have been, it was the exact opposite.  He’d never felt anything so good in his life.

He’d wanted to tear their clothes off and ride the olive-hued hunk right then and there, but his roiling insecurities still held the frenzy at bay.  Unaware of what he was walking into, Kyle had come home in the midst of their pawing, and though he quickly scampered out of the room, it was enough of an interruption for Ashton’s anxiety to get a fresh foothold.  Jonah had still finished him off, his strong, nimble fingers pulling the cork free on the altered brunette’s lustful log-jam, but it still prevented both of them from getting what they’d really wanted.  Ashton had finished his friend off as well, feeling a mixed pang of jealousy and disappointment as he’d watched Jonah’s long, rigid cock spray like a geyser into the air instead of into him.

In the days that followed they’d been talking about trying again, for real this time, texting flirtatiously all day and all night.  They were like a pair of lovestruck teens in the middle of an actual romance as opposed to their former bromance.  Kyle had been encouraging the idea the whole time, and now, a few hours away from the big night, he was determined to prevent Ashton from backing out.

“This is all easy for you to say.  You’re used to dude’s being into you.  I’m not,” Ashton pouted, his broad shoulders slumping.  “This is all new territory for me.”

“Excuse me, I’ve seen how many guys flirt with you when we’re out.  It’s not dudes being into you that’s the problem.  It’s you being into dudes,” Kyle said, giving his friend a light pat on the chest.  “To which I say - get over it, sis.  Guys, girls, who gives a fuck?  If Jonah gets your pussy churning nowadays then go with it.  But this tortured straight boy nonsense has to stop.”

Ashton shook his head.  “Am I even still a ‘boy’?  I don’t know anymore.”

Kyle took a deep breath, his patience obviously wearing thin.  “First answer that comes to mind: Do you still think of yourself as a guy?  Yes or no?”

“Yes,” Ashton nodded.

Kyle gave a light golf clap.  “Good.  Done.  Put it to bed.”

“But how can I…if I don’t…and I’m…”

“Stop. Over. Thinking. It.  Not all dudes have dicks, and not all women have pussies.  Yes, your body changed.  Yes, that’s jarring.  I totally get that this isn’t how you saw things working out, but there are plenty of people who’d actually love to be in your shoes right now.  So stop looking a gift horse in the mouth and pick out some fucking panties before I lose what’s left of my goddamn patience,” Kyle barked, folding his toned arms across his chest.

“Okay, okay, keep it down,” Ashton said, blushing and looking around as the other man raised his voice.  “I’m sorry, alright?  This is all just…”

“These are cuuuuute,” Kyle interrupted, shifting the subject to a pair of pink leopard print panties on a nearby shelf.  “Trashy, but not too trashy, right?  Jonah seems like the kind of guy who’d be into that.”

“Uh…that might be a lot for the first time.”  Ashton’s face went purple as he thought about his otherwise masculine, athletic frame clad in nothing but the skimpy underwear, but at the same time the thought sent an excited thrill through him.  “Maybe something a little more basic?”

Kyle kept a pair of the leopard print but moved over to a table full of lace.  “This powder blue would look really good with your skin tone.  Plus it’s blue, so that should help make you feel like a real boy or whatever.”

“Fuck you,” Ashton laughed, surprised that he actually was feeling better the more they talked about it.  He pictured himself in the lace, and how the small panel at the back would look stretched around his firm, muscled cheeks.  “Those…those could work.”

Kyle picked up a few extra pairs in a variety of colors before rifling through a nearby table.  “He doesn’t seem like the thong type, is he?  Ohhhh, maybe we should stop on the way home and get one for him to wear.  Make it a quid pro quo situation.”

“He couldn’t just borrow one of yours?”

“He’s welcome to it, but based on what I saw the other night I don’t think he’d fit in mine.  Wouldn’t mind watching him try, though,” Kyle grinned.  “What about something more…exotic?”  He nodded over at a series of teddies and corsets hanging on the wall, an excited look in his eyes.

“Let’s, uh, save those for later if things go well,” Ashton said, looking down at the handful of small, bright underwear his friend held.  “One step at a time.”

“Like they’re NOT going to go well.  Please.  You two were basically a couple already, minus the fucking.”  Kyle turned and walked up to the register before Ashton could stop him, shaking his head when the brawny jock started to protest.  “Consider this your coming out present,” Kyle winked, a mischievous grin on his face.  “And a downpayment on aaaalllllllllll those details you’re giving me tomorrow.”

The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur of anxious preparation.  Ashton felt like he was going on his first date all over again, second-and-triple guessing every decision he made.  Should he wear a button-down or a t-shirt?  Jeans or chinos?  If he was going to be wearing the skimpy panties, should he shave his thighs or remove the light dusting from his sturdy rear?  What about his cologne?  Should he have picked up a more feminine smelling perfume?

Fortunately Kyle was there to keep him grounded, with the stern twink taking the role of wingman that Jonah normally filled.  They usually weren’t this involved with each other’s personal lives, more because of their divergent interests than anything else, but Ashton was suddenly very grateful to have the other man in his life.  Some of the guys had given him a hard time for letting the openly gay Kyle move in with him, but they’d quickly developed a solid friendship.  Kyle never once made things weird or demonstrated an interest in Ashton, preferring thicker, heavier set guys over the brunette’s tapering physique, and his uninhibited presence had started to wear off on the more reserved jock over the years.

Ashton was glad for that last fact as he’d braced himself and had taken his first, timid steps out of his bedroom wearing nothing but the blue lace.  In front of anyone else he would have been mortified, but with Kyle there was only a wave of mild humiliation as he traipsed around the apartment getting used to not only how the unfamiliar underwear felt and looked, but how he felt being seen in them.  It had been terrifying for the first few minutes, but Ashton was relieved to feel the anxiety begin to thaw almost immediately.  As different as they were from his usual boxers, the lace panties accentuated his ripped obliques and the way his waist tapered, along with the definition on his quads and the gravity defying roundness of his ample rear.  The flat patch where his stuffed bulge should have been still took some getting used to, but they were surprisingly comfortable, and even Ashton had to admit that it wasn’t a bad look.

When Jonah finally arrived to pick him up, the nervous jock had gone from panicked to merely flustered.  He kept having to remind himself that it was one of his best friend’s cars he climbed into, and that the gorgeous Adonis sitting next to him was someone he’d known for years and years.  For his part, Jonah seemed much more at ease, though there was an obvious tension in their normally effortless interactions.  Conversation during dinner was more awkward and stilted than usual, as if there was something that both of them needed to say without knowing how.  Part of it was the obvious, smoldering attraction they each held for the other, but beneath that was a new boundary that needed to be explored in a way their existing friendship never had to.

It was tested in small gestures, like when Jonah offered to pay for dinner but Ashton insisted that they split it, or when the dark-haired hunk reached out to take his friend’s hand while they went on an after-dinner stroll in a nearby park.  Then there was the tentative kiss as they sat on an isolated bench that turned into a prolonged makeout session, which led to a frantic, handsy flight back to Ashton’s where they could pursue things in full.

Now once again at home on the couch, the brunette’s heart hammered in his chest as he squeezed Jonah’s protruding pecs through the straining polo, his tongue eagerly exploring the inside of his friend’s mouth.  He let his hands drift south after a few moments, reaching for the other man’s fly before his hands were gently guided away.

“Hold…hold on a second,” Jonah said around his friend’s invading tongue.  He broke off the kiss and held Ashton’s hands, locking eyes with the other man.  “So, uh, I feel like we should talk about this before we go too far.  I mean…I still feel kinda bad about the other night, I just didn’t know how to bring it up.”

Ashton froze, his stomach dropping.  “Bad?”

“Not because it wasn’t good or anything,” Jonah said quickly.  “I haven’t stopped thinking about it since.  I just…I know this is all new for you, and I don’t want to push you into anything is all.  Fuck, it’s new for me too I guess, but not AS new, you know?”

Ashton just blinked.  He was already aware that everyone knew about the change he’d undergone whether he’d wanted them to or not, but he hadn’t actually had a conversation about it with anyone other than Kyle.  “You…you know this is new?”

“Well, yeah,” Jonah shrugged.  “Everyone does.  Don’t get me wrong, we all support you in your decision, but it’s kinda hard to hide the fact that you don’t have your old piece anymore.  Believe me, no one was surprised as I was to hear you’d chucked your dick and switched sides,” Jonah laughed, as if what he’d said made perfect sense.  “No judgment, it’s just a lot to take in.  I know how much you used that thing.  But, if I’m being honest,” he said, reaching out to stroke a few fingers through Ashton’s chocolate mop, “I really, really like this new version.  I just want to make sure I’m not doing anything wrong.  Dick or not you’re still my dude, and I don’t want to mess that up.  If I’m doing something wrong or treating you differently than how you see yourself, just tell me and I’ll make it right.”

“No, no, that’s…that’s still how I see myself, too,” Ashton stammered, his head spinning as he struggled to keep up.  He didn’t know how to respond to the revelation that everyone viewed his transformation as a choice he’d made.  He was just grateful that no one seemed to care.  “Thanks for, uh, being so understanding.”

“Bro, of course,” Jonah said, his stroking fingers turning into a rough tousle of Ashton’s hair.  He paused and gazed longingly at his friend before shaking his head.  “Never thought it’d be me and you on a couch like this.”

“Same.  I know I’m not your usual type…”

“Tell that to this guy,” Jonah grinned, guiding Ashton’s hand to the outline of the rigid cock in his pants.  “I think you were always my type, it just took you doing…this…to yourself to make it a possibility.”

Ashton responded by leaning in to pick up their kiss where they’d left off.  Jonah returned the gesture, but where their previous romp had been drunk and manic, they were now slow and deliberate.  Ashton drifted off on the sea of sensation that was Jonah’s strapping frame writhing against him, drinking in the other man’s presence as he was guided down on the couch.  He was so lost in the growing ecstasy that he was lifting his hips to let Jonah pull his pants free before he even realized it, missing the opportunity to brace himself before his new underwear was revealed.

“Oh my,” Jonah purred, raising an eyebrow at the sight of the blue lace straining around his friend’s sturdy midsection.  Ashton went beet red, his growing defensiveness cut off at the knees by his friend’s hungry gaze.  “Those are a much better look than your old boxers.”

“Ye…yeah?” the brunette stammered, his heart racing as his pants were pulled free and he was left in nothing but the feminine bottoms and his small t-shirt.  The latter didn’t last long as Jonah pulled him up and lifted his arms, guiding the straining cotton up and over the sculpted limbs.  Left in nothing but the skimpy underwear, his alterations fully on display while the other man remained fully clothed, Ashton was hit with a fresh wave of insecurity.  Fortunately Jonah’s eager expression kept the nervous stud on the right side of anxiety, pulling him further from the edge when he added his tongue to the mix.

All Ashton could do was lay back and sigh as Jonah explored every inch of his exposed muscle, his body on fire.  He still wasn’t used to the pulsing throb in his guts instead of having an aching pole standing straight up between his legs, but he didn’t exactly miss it.  The ecstasy he currently felt made his previous experiences seem like pale shadows, and while Ashton may not have known how to fully use his altered body yet, it was clear that Jonah had skill enough for both of them.

“Mmhhmm, much better look,” the dark-haired stud grunted when he pulled his friend’s now-damp panties free.

Ashton whimpered, his stomach fluttering.  He was fully exposed in his fully lit apartment, naked in front of someone else for the first time since his change.  He still had to force himself to leave the lights on when he was naked and alone, so he’d expected to feel at least a little embarrassed.  But after the working over Jonah had just given him there wasn’t room for anything but hunger.  It was enough to bring back a bit of his old confidence, and Ashton shot upright, shoving his friend down so that he could take a turn at exploration.  He worked Jonah’s shirt up to his shoulders, giving the exposed muscle underneath a thorough tongue bath.  Ashton especially loved the short, sharp gasps he elicited by focusing on the other man’s pert nipples, one with his tongue, and the other with his fingers laced through the curly, raven hair on the neighboring slab.

When Jonah’s shirt was fully removed he reversed course, running his mouth down the other man’s shredded washboard before tearing his friend’s pants open and tugging them free, along with the boxer briefs underneath.  There was a pause when Ashton sat back, his friend’s fat, rigid club springing free while both of them panted and gazed at each other.

“Probably not as exciting,” Jonah finally said, an unexpected note of insecurity creeping into his voice as he looked down at the sizable pole.  “I mean, you’re used to what that does.”

“I was used to what mine did,” Ashton grinned, giving the other man’s equipment a few tentative strokes.  He licked his lips, resisting the urge to lean down and swallow the throbbing rod.  “This is all new.”

Jonah could clearly read his friend’s dilemma.  “Hey man, what’s mine is yours.  Feel free to do whatever,” he said, folding his piston arms behind his head.

Ashton could feel his whole body flush, a fresh throb of lust pulsing through him as he slowly bent down and wrapped his lips around the warm organ.  Until a few weeks ago he’d never once thought about having another man’s dick in his mouth, and even if he had, he doubted that he would’ve imagined how much he’d instantly enjoy it.  The smell, the taste, and the sensation of the hefty organ gliding on his tongue all combined in a way that pushed him into overdrive.  He was bobbing his head and squeezing his lips on instinct, trying his best to recreate all the things he’d enjoyed when being on the receiving end.  He could feel Jonah tense and spasm every so often, and a fresh, salty ooze started to mingle with his saliva, but after a few minutes his insecurities got the better of him.

“Sorry…I’ve never done this before, obviously,” he stammered, loving the dazed look in Jonah’s eyes and the way his friend’s beefy chest heaved.

“Don’t you dare apologize,”  the other man said, blinking.  “You were doing great.”

There was another pause as Ashton worked up his nerve.  He’d pictured them doing this in his bed, but he was afraid that if they stopped he’d lose his confident momentum.  “Want to do something else I’ve never done before,” he asked, positioning himself so that he straddled Jonah’s prone frame.  He took a deep breath at the other man’s quick nod, letting it out as a low moan when he lowered himself on the spit-slick rod.

After the first few thrusts, any lingering fears Ashton had about how to use his body went out the window.  He found himself falling in time with Jonah’s pumping hips almost reflexively, his primitive instincts taking over as his conscious brain was obliterated by an asteroid of bliss.  Ashton could feel himself thrashing and writhing, could hear the desperate wails and whimpers echoing off the walls, but the only thing that mattered was the grunting stud currently thrusting in and out of his ravenous new hole.  In the future, when he’d think back on it, Ashton would be able to appreciate the sheer amount of pleasure coursing through him, but in the moment all he could focus on was how much he loved the feeling of having his friend inside him.  It was a kind of connection he’d never experienced with Jonah, and he instantly regretted that so many years had passed before they had the chance.  He wasn’t embarrassed or humiliated anymore; he never wanted it to stop.  His former concerns about what he was or who he should be faded entirely, erased by the revelation of their ecstasy.  Labels like man or woman, straight or gay, were pointless in the face of such purity.  Ashton may have lost his formerly girthy package, but he now understood that it didn’t make him any less than or the freak he feared.  And nothing that felt so good could at all be considered a curse.

They finally wore each other out just before sunrise.  After nearly destroying the couch they’d made the move to Ashton’s bed, almost punching a hole in the wall from the force of the headboard slamming.  They lay dozing in each other’s arms, Jonah’s shredded frame and exhausted cock hanging out of Ashton’s lace panties.  The strapping stud had wanted to try them on, but his hefty equipment didn’t come close to fitting.

“You know they actually make those for guys. I mean, guys with dicks.  Kyle was telling me about it,” Ashton said, running a hand along the straining elastic.  “Should we order you some?”

Jonah blushed, turning his head to give the other man a quick peck.  “I mean, sure.  But do we really want to be one of those couples who match?”

Ashton lifted his head from the other man’s shoulder, raising an eyebrow.  “Is that what we are now?”

“Oh, uh, I mean, I just thought that we’d…if you wanted to we could…” Jonah’s stammering was cut off by another kiss before Ashton nestled back into his shoulder, a hand sleepily stroking his chest.

“You’re cute when you get all flustered like that.  What happened to the smug douchebag you always used to tell me about?.”

Jonah laughed and shook his head.  “Ohhh, okay.  It’s like that, then,” he sneered, his voice taking on exaggerated, frat boy flair when he continued.  “Whatever, babe.  You don’t know what you’re missing.  Dick this good can’t be tied down,” he shrugged.

Ashton grinned and rolled on top of his friend.  “Is that a challenge?”