At The Hip (vignette) (Patreon)

Despite everything that happened, the sensation of Luke’s fat, lengthy cock pulsing in his hand  while the handsome hunk slumbered almost made it all worthwhile for Gabe.  The dreadful memory of their initial horror, along with all the embarrassing adjustments that followed, melted away with each gentle pump of the other man’s thick pole.  No matter how he got there, Gabe loved that he got to wake up in his friend’s burly arms each morning, and though Luke liked to protest, the dark-haired stud was gradually coming around to the idea himself.

Not that he’d readily admit it.  “Duuuuude,” the sleepy jock groaned, his soft lips curling into a groggy smile amongst the sea of scruffy stubble that surrounded them.  His bright blue eyes were still closed, but he could feel Gabe’s lingering stare tracing along his chiseled cheekbones and wide, dimpled chin almost as intensely as the hand tugging on his cock.  “You’ve still got one of your own, you know.”

Gabe looked down at his short, thin rod, the five rigid inches nowhere near as impressive as Luke’s hefty eight.  “But it’s more fun to play with yours.  And technically they’re both ours,” the lean blonde said, grin mischievously as he reached over with his free hand to squeeze and knead one of Luke’s hairy pecs.  The other man’s chest was just as sculpted as the rest of him, bearing a light dusting of raven fur that accentuated rather than obscured his prominent slab and ripped, tapering washboard.  “Just like these titties,” Gabe laughed, tickling the side of his friend’s chest before giving one of the nipples a rough squeeze.

“Oh my god, and I…” Luke opened his eyes just in time to see his friend’s boyish features descending on his own.  There was a reflexive moment of tension before he found himself eagerly returning the gesture, his fingers stroking through Gabe’s shaggy hair as he gently held the other man’s head in place.  As much as he sometimes wished otherwise, Luke couldn’t deny how good it felt.  Every sensation was amplified, filtering first through his own pleasure centers, then Gabe’s, and then bouncing back and forth like a fading echo.  He felt the darts of pleasure shooting up his spine with each tug, the bright bursts of ecstasy further fueled by his friend’s aching lust, all of which flowed into a shared pool of blissful desire.   While he felt his own tongue exploring the inside of Gabe’s mouth, he could feel his friend’s doing the same to him, until it was almost impossible to tell where he ended and the other man began.  “...I thought I was the horny one,” he finally laughed when they broke off the kiss.

“No, you were just the one that got laid all the time.  I’ve always been the horny one,” Gabe purred, letting out a quiet sigh when Luke’s calloused hand found its way to his smaller cock.

Practically speaking, it actually was difficult to tell where one of them ended and the other began.  Most people assumed it was at their waist, where their two mismatched frames merged and came together.  Their upper bodies were largely independent of one another, but they shared a third leg while each retaining an original of their own, along with the modest and above-average packages that dangled between them.  This meant that, for the most part, Luke was still the sculpted, smoldering jock he’d always been, while Gabe was lean, smooth, and shredded, his tanned skin, blonde-hair and boyish features a sharp contrast to his friend’s brooding, olive-hued beauty.  Luckily they’d always been more or less the same height, but that was where the similarities between their disproportionate builds ended.

“The things you learn about someone,” Luke laughed, breaking off in a gasp when Gabe’s left arm slid under and began pressing against his sensitive button.

“Like your…slutty ‘straight’ jock friend…loving to have his hole played with…” Gabe stammered, the waves of pleasure radiating from the other man hitting him as if they were his own.  Since their desires merged, Luke had taken to bottoming like a fish to water, seemingly never happier than when he had something between his perky, muscled globes.  Luckily for both of them the wiry blonde had his own matching bubble, which kept their shared backsides at least mostly proportional if not a bit more bouncy on Gabe’s side of things.  Like the third leg in front, they shared a joint cheek in the middle that separated their individual orifices, and while it made going to the bathroom a unique challenge, the configuration also double their pleasure when it came to getting fucked.

“Ju…just like that…” Luke grinned bashfully.  “Do you…want to get some…help?”

“And stop what we’re doing?”

Luke planted a quick kiss.  “Pause, not stop,” he said before twisting towards the nightstand on his side of the bed.  He fumbled with the drawer at the edge of his reach, producing a vibrator, fleshlight sleeve, and bottle of lube one by one.

Gabe reluctantly pulled his hand free but secretly loved his friend’s enthusiasm.  When everything happened the lantern-jawed jock had been hesitant and humiliated, willing to meet primal needs like jerking off while refusing anything remotely intimate.  It would have been frustrating, but because of their bond Gabe felt every second of Luke’s embarrassment, just as the other man felt the blonde’s throbbing desire.  Like everything else in their new life they’d eventually fallen into a balance that was finally starting to shift in the direction of excitement, at least when they were alone.  Luke was still embarrassed if Gabe kissed him in front of others, but when it was just the two of them the dark-haired hunk was all too happy to put his lips to work.  “Ooohhhhhh fuuuuuuuuck,” Gabe moaned, his eyes drooping when Luke shifted and he felt the phantom bliss of the vibrator slip inside.  It wasn’t as intense a sensation as the one his friend experienced, but it wasn’t far off.  “My turn.”

“MMMmmmmm…yeeeesssssss…” Luke hissed, his head falling back when Gabe started working the silicone sleeve up and down his smaller cock.  “Goddamn that’s good…”

“Get…get that thing in deeper…” Gabe grunted, instinctively flexing his half of their perky cheeks against the empty bed beneath him.  They technically could have used two vibrators and two fleshlights, but they’d learned through experimentation that it actually was possible to have too much of a good thing.  That much intense sensation at the same time was painful.  They could both bottom, or they could both use a sleeve, or one of each, but the feedback loop became overwhelming if they went for it all at once.

The limitations suited Gabe just fine as it let him watch Luke’s thick cock twitch and ooze freely, the girthy organ being one of the things that got them into this mess in the first place.  Gabe had alternately lusted after and envied Luke’s athletic frame the entire time they’d known each other, and though his muscled friend had been more than generous with his time by trying to help Gabe in the gym, the blonde’s efforts never amounted to much in the way of mass.  And even if they had, all the lifting in the world couldn’t make his somewhat meager cock any larger.  Likewise, Luke was always turning to the more academically gifted blonde for help with his studies, being the textbook example of a dumb jock himself.  He lifted and fucked while Gabe pined and studied.  They were brawn and brains, respectively, each one the other side of their friend’s coin.

So when Luke found a supposed ritual that would give each of them what they wanted, it sounded like a perfect plan.  On paper, the magic was supposed to give the dark-haired stud brainpower like Gabe’s, while giving the blonde a body like Luke’s.  All it stipulated was that each participant had to be willing, and while each of them were happy to volunteer, something in the process had clearly gone wrong.

Both of their memories were hazy about the actual moment of their merging.  They remembered stripping down and awkwardly standing inches apart while a hazy cloud of smoke, much larger than what should have emitted from a few sticks of incense, formed around them, but the rest was a blur.  A loss of balance.  A sensation of falling.  A magnetic pull.  Flailing.  Horror.

Part of what made parsing out the memories so difficult was deciphering which ones belonged to each of them.  Though they each received information through their individual senses and had minds of their own, it was stored in a collective consciousness they could both access.  Having a lifetime of memories suddenly drop on top of the ones they already possessed would have been a disorienting experience on its own, and it was made all the more so by the new alterations.

Fortunately, as they’d eventually come to view it, the ritual didn’t just change them, but the way the world perceived them.  To everyone else it was as if they’d been literally joined at the hip for years, like any other couple who’d dated for a long time or settled into a relationship.  When they came to, they didn’t find themselves in Gabe’s or Luke’s apartment, but the one they shared together.  They found custom clothes, furniture, toilets, and other modifications waiting for them already, and, surprisingly, they already knew how to use them.  Instead of being like an uncoordinated newborn, the pair knew how to move their unique body just as easily as they had their separate forms.  The only time they ran into trouble was when they over thought it, which happened often at first but quickly faded as they settled into their new reality.

So while Gabe and Luke still remembered a time when they’d been separate people, those memories now fought for space against the person they’d become.  Gabe suddenly recalled what it was like for their merged frame to thunder down a football field and hang out in a locker room, to fuck women and be “one of the boys”, just as Luke remembered days of studying and nights filled with their shirtless torsos dancing in a bustling club and hooking up with men.  They still had most of the same friends, and their families treated them more like a married couple than conjoined siblings, leaving the adjustment period to the two friends alone.

They’d spent the first few days trying to convince themselves it was all a nightmare, followed by another several days of blaming each other, technically themself, that they were the reason it went wrong.  Every sensation was intense and overwhelming as it filtered through the feedback loop that was their system, especially the internal ones.  Shame and embarrassment were magnified as much as pleasure, a fact they quickly learned as their most private moments were forced to be shared.  The first trip to the bathroom, the first boner, the constant touching of a body that was and yet wasn’t their own; it was all heightened.  There was no privacy and nowhere to hide as they were laid bare for each other, inside and out.

But, as was the theme of their shared existence, that dread was balanced by the foundational strength of a connection the likes of which neither of them had ever experienced.  Because they couldn’t lie or hide things from each other they existed in a perpetual state of shared vulnerability and unconditional acceptance.  Happy, sad, embarrassed, depressed, horny, confused; they both felt the emotions as if they were happening to themself, regardless of who experienced it.  They were simultaneously unique individuals and a shared being, capable of independent thought and behavior but always aware that their actions affected their other half.   They could have hated it.  Plenty of people walk around every day full of self-loathing, but fortunately the two friends brought their affection for one another with them.  Instead of resenting the other for the constant invasion of their privacy, they were grateful.  Out of everyone in the entire world there was always at least one person who knew them for exactly what they were, flaws and all, who could share in their deepest secrets and greatest triumphs.

The strength of their bond was overwhelming, but it was also the reason they were able to adapt so quickly.  Having your most intimate moments thrust in front of someone else was easier to deal with when you knew exactly what that person was thinking, and that they were going through the same thing at the same time.  Likewise, being out in public looking the way they did was easier knowing they each had a partner, a built-in support network to deal with the insecurities that came with literally being attached to another person.  And it was the reason they’d been able to so easily transition from terrified to writhing naked and aroused on their shared bed.

“It’s still wild to…feel you…thinking about women…when we do this…” Luke laughed, his eyelids drooping as he bucked his half of their hips to work the vibrator in deeper.  “Ohhh…that made someone blush…”

“Fuck you,” Gabe said, reaching over to pinch his friend’s nipple.  “I never thought I’d be…fantasizing about…pussy with you in…bed next to me…”

“Should I be offended,” the muscled jock asked, mock-pouting.  “Here I am thinking how cute you look when you get off and your gay ass is thinking about a girl.”

“I learned it…by watching you…” Gabe chuckled.  He reached down and gave Luke’s cock another tug, his expression falling slightly.  “Wish I could’ve had a chance to experience this thing before all this.”

“Me too,” Luke nodded, his meaty hand swallowing Gabe’s as the blonde slid the sleeve up and down.  “Which is still weird to say out loud.”

Gabe grinned again and leaned over so that their noses and lips brushed.  “I’m thinking about girls, you’re thinking about boys…fuck.  We need to get laid for real.”

“B…by which,” Luke stammered, his back arching as he felt them nearing a shared climax.

“Who cares,” Gabe shrugged, leaning in for a kiss just before they blew.