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Box Shaped Heart - 17. All That Matters

Chapter Seventeen – All That Matters

Aron had made him walk into the house in nothing but his sneakers, commenting something on how nice he looked with jizz pouring down from his ass, and he had had to just take the guy’s word for it.

Now, under the hot spray of the shower, and Aron’s wandering hands, he was starting to doubt whether the fact that he had given in like a whore was for the best or the worst.

Points in favor of this being the best thing ever:

1. He could not remember having come as hard as he had just done.

2. Aron was ah-mazing, like a fucking ah-mazing lover, knowing where and when to touch.

3. He had fucked the tightest thing ever, aka his best friend’s backdoor; that was the kind of thing to write down in a diary, under ‘best places to visit before you die’.

4. Did he mention that Aron really knew how to make a grown man discover he had nipples?

Hmm, he could not continue this list. There were going to be way too many up points, and listing the downsides was going to become somewhat irrelevant.

So, points in favor of this being the worst thing ever:

1. He, Carter Malis, was going to burn in hell for all eternity, for basically tricking his best friend.

2. Aron was not fucking him, he was fucking his husband, and Carter was nothing but a place holder.

All right, he was just going to stop there. Aron was starting to use his tongue in very interesting ways and he could not focus anymore.

“Hmm,” he purred against his better judgment.

“Hmm, indeed,” Aron chuckled into his ear. “So all I had to do was to leave for a few days so you could realize you miss me?”

“Wow, look who’s got an ego the size of a planet,” Carter leaned against Aron, shuddering as the guy’s hands went down his flanks, and not because he was ticklish, although he usually was.

“You like things that are big about me,” Aron sent another jolt of pleasure down his back with a new swipe of the tongue right into his ear.

“Yeah, right,” Carter snorted, trying to reign in his growing arousal.

Which was a rather hard thing to do since Aron’s hands descended right on his cock.

“Ready for another round?” Aron asked.

Carter wasn’t the only one, at least. He could feel the guy’s erection against the small of his back. How come he suddenly craved cock of all things? Well, not so suddenly, and not just any cock, but still.

He wanted to have that particular cock up his ass again, and he must have been fucking mental because he could feel his backside still throbbing from the previous session. All right, maybe he needed to back down a little here.

Aron gave his cock a friendly tug. Nope, he was good. Definitely good to go like right now.

“Let me wash you properly first,” Aron spoke.

What? He must have made a small disappointed sound, and Aron had the universal translator installed in his brain because the guy’s hands became a bit hasty while soaping his back and his ass.

“Bed?” he asked as soon as Aron was finished.

Great, now he could only communicate through grunts and one-word phrases. At least Aron wasn’t bothered by his diminished vocabulary. He stole a look at the guy’s face, and he understood why. He wasn’t the only one who wanted to take this to the bedroom.

They landed on the fluffy sheets, a tangle of limbs. Aron was kissing him again, and this time Carter was determined to show the guy he knew a few tricks, too. He used his tongue to fight back, and soon enough, there was a battle of inch for inch between their mouths.

“Wow, baby, so assertive,” Aron chuckled.

“Shut up, you ass, I told you not to call me baby,” he protested and stuck out his tongue to lick Aron’s lips.

“You don’t fool me,” Aron responded in kind, sucking Carter’s tongue into his mouth with a loud, wet sound. “You love being called baby. You said you like how I’m spoiling you, calling you sweet nicknames ...”

“Ugh, but baby? Sounds so cheesy,” he complained and leaned in for another kiss.

“Nope, sorry, but you’re stuck with it. But I’ll make an exception today since you’re so horny and so adamant about asking things. I won’t call you baby. But tell me what else you want.”

Carter looked at the man’s mouth, annoyed that he was denied another kiss, as Aron was keeping him a bit away, for the sake of blabbering away.

“I want you to get busy with that mouth, and I want to get busy with mine,” he said promptly.

“Ah, why didn’t you say so?” Aron said joyously.

Talking about misunderstandings. Aron flipped him with ease and manipulated his body until Carter was practically facing the guy’s dick. Excellent, he commented in his head, with not a drop of humor, but, if he was to think about it ...

Hmm, that ... He actually wanted that. He grabbed Aron’s erection with both hands and stuffed his mouth with it in one go.

A quick slap on his butt almost made him take a bite out of that delicious cock.

“What the fuck was that for?” he bristled and turned just enough to stare over his shoulder at Aron.

The jerk seemed amused.

“Nothing. You just got me in the mood for spanking your lovely ass a little.”

“How dare you?” he frowned and now he was pretty much in the mood to fight.

But Aron chose to give him a meaningful look and then simply sink his teeth into one pert buttock. Carter jerked at the contact of teeth with his skin. Was he fucked up in the head, for real? Just anything Aron did made his cock twitch now?

He felt like howling as Aron let go of his buttock to push his tongue quick inside his ass. The way Aron knew how to rim him good was just everything. He licked his lips and turned back to the task at hand. The only thing he hoped for was that his ass was just as delicious as the cock he was planning to savor right away.

Wow, why on earth did sucking a dick had to feel so damn nice? He liked it that Aron’s cock was so big, it gave him a sense of satisfaction that he could fill his mouth with it. The sounds he was making, slurping and sucking, had to be pretty much obscene, and his mind was like a pendulum between the jolts of pleasure rooting in his ass, where Aron’s tongue was doing freakishly awesome things, and the bouts of ecstasy given by the precum he could taste from that engorged mushroom he was savoring on the other end.

“C’mon, I need to fuck you,” Aron whispered and slapped his ass again.

Again with that. But he could not deny it felt good, even if his buttock was burning a little. The least Aron could do was to hit the other butt cheek once in a while.

“I have two of them, you know?” he said out loud.

“Two of what?” Aron asked, confused.

“These,” Carter explained, planting his palms on his ass cheeks and making his point.

Aron laughed.

“I know. And they are both perfect.”

Better than Carter’s real ass? The question was on his tongue, but he could not say it. He had learned his lesson all right.

Aron didn’t allow him too much time to overthink things. Plastering him against the bed, the guy was crushing him a little. This kind of sensation, of being overpowered so easily should have scared him, but he felt no fear, because this was Aron, and he had always been this awesome guy who could do no wrong, so there was really nothing to be scared of ...

Except maybe for a giant thing knocking at his ass door. He whimpered, despite himself.

“Hush, hush, I’m taking care of things right now,” Aron promised. “Don’t go anywhere,” he blew hot air over Carter’s ear.

He wasn’t going anywhere. It wasn’t like he had a choice anymore. That boat had sailed when he had just decided that he wanted to be fucked in the ass by his best friend, regardless of whatever his muddled brain was trying to tell him. He was going to burn in hell for it, that was certain, but he could deal with perpetual doom in exchange of having Aron, even only for a little bit.

Aron lay next to him, and for seconds, they stared into each other’s eyes. Carter could feel his butthole being treated nicely to a lot of lube, and, this time, Aron was taking a bit of more time to do it, although Carter could swear he was a bit looser, so not that much in need of preparation.

“I missed you,” Aron said in a heartbeat and leaned in for a kiss, as his fingers slid deeper inside Carter’s ass.

“I missed you, too,” Carter mumbled, as Aron moved to climb on top of him.

Aron had no idea just how much.

His fingers clasped on wrinkles of sheets as Aron wormed his way inside him. It was like an invasion, powerful and overwhelming, and Carter just bucked his hips upward, more than willing to allow it.

Aron was pressing him down, and now kissing him on the back of his neck, sending small jolts of pleasure down to the furthest of his nerve endings.

“Can I do it harder?” Aron asked and Carter just mumbled a reply.

He gasped at the first thrust. But Aron clearly knew what he was doing. And Carter had to admit that each move was making him want nothing but to meet the guy back with a counterattack, as his hips seemed to move on their own accord. The sound of flesh slapping on flesh was making him think of porn, the good kind in which you could tell the actors on the screen actually enjoyed their act.

He wished he could see that, Aron in the act of fucking.

“Do we have a mirror?” he asked, in between moans.

“A mirror?” Aron asked, taken by surprise. “Why?”

“I want to see,” Carter replied.

“Hmm, look who’s a little kinky,” Aron chuckled, but he pushed himself back and took Carter with him.

They walked in front of a full-size mirror in the corner. Carter wondered how he didn’t see it before, but probably it had been because he was always such a scattered brain.

Aron took him in his arms, lifting him off the ground. Carter could have a good look in the mirror, as they were parallel to it.

“Hmm, are you sure?” he asked, as Aron grabbed him in his strong arms, lifting him off the ground. “I’ve only seen this in porn movies.”

“Hmm,” was the only reply from Aron who managed, with pinpoint accuracy, to find his opening and fill it quickly with cock.

“Nghh,” it was his turn to moan, as his entire body felt impaled on his best friend’s fantastic dick.

Aron was a master of sex, Carter thought, feeling a bit dizzy, and trembling with each move that was making him raise a little only to slide down on the other’s erection. It was pretty much like he was a toy, but he didn’t mind being treated like one at all. No, certainly not, he loved it, and he wanted nothing more right now than to be Aron’s personal cock sleeve.

Plus, he could watch everything in the mirror, marveling at how Aron’s cock was going in and out, fucking, yeah definitely that was the word, fucking his brains out, while sweat was flowing between them, making their bodies sleek.

He inhaled Aron’s manly scent. Was it possible to take things like that and store them away? He wanted to have a taste, too, so he used his legs as they were wrapped around Aron to push himself up enough so he could sink his teeth into a sweaty shoulder. Aron grunted in response, but more in acquiescence rather than pain or displeasure.

Carter could feel his cock pressed between their bodies, the friction increasing, but not enough. The cock in his ass had to do, and hell if it wasn’t doing that, because his teeth just clamped harder on Aron’s shoulder and he just let go because he couldn’t keep it in anymore, and there was no time to meditate what the fuck could mean that he only needed his ass pounded like that and he could come like a hose.

Aron let him down to the floor and pushed him gently away only to look between their bodies and laugh at how Carter’s cum was just all over them.

“Damn, baby,” Aron said.

“No baby,” he protested, but his voice was feeble and it wasn’t like he could make a point right now and offer Aron 45 reasons why that term of endearment was stale like three-day bread.

“Come on, on your fours,” Aron commanded and started to push him down.

“Um?”

“I might have managed a record by making you come in that position, but I don’t think I’m capable of another one. Come, come, ass up.”

Aron was so much stronger than his real husband’s body that is was almost funny. In a way, Carter could feel like he could sympathize with Alex and his hissy fits, but he was way too high after coming, to care for real.

Aron was pressing him down, and it was a good thing that his ass was so tender now, because there was almost no resistance when the guy sank his cock into Carter’s backside.

Ah, damn, he barely managed to say in his own head. He was going to have burns on his knees after this. The carpet was plush enough, but still, Aron was a vigorous beast and he was doing nothing by half. The guy’s large hands were keeping his hips in place while Aron was fucking him like he was competing for some prize.

And that was not even the worst part. He could feel an itch growing inside him with the other man’s thrusts and he was so damn raw from coming just minutes earlier that he had no idea what to make of that sensation.

“Ah, fuck,” he expressed his frustration, and Aron must have misunderstood because he just sped up, making the sensation grow in intensity.

Was it really possible for him to come again so fast? It was frigging unlikely, and thank heavens for small mercies, because now Aron was coming hard into his ass, keeping him there, and filling him, while groaning in what Carter could only interpret as pure delight.

He slid on one side when Aron finally let him go. The guy’s hand was quick on his cock.

“Wow, you’re almost hard again,” Aron spoke, and Carter just waved.

He did not have it in him to protest as Aron dragged him from the floor and turned him with his back to the mirror.

“Did you want to see, baby?”

Carter mumbled something, but Aron made his head turn to look over his shoulder. It was pretty weird to stare at his ass, while Aron was kneading both cheeks, pulling them apart. All right, that looked like a well-fucked hole, and Aron had every reason in the universe to be proud of his load.

“No, no,” he finally decided to express his position, when Aron’s fingers began pushing against the tender flesh.

“Yes, yes,” Aron replied and dropped to his knees to take Carter in his mouth like he was dealing with a lollipop.

There was no way he could stand up for himself right now. Hell, he could barely stand up. Luckily, Aron was keeping him in place, one hand planted firmly around a hip bone, the other sinking fingers into Carter’s abused ass, while he was bobbing his head to and fro, and giving Carter another of his deluxe blowjobs.

“Fuck,” he said, and he was surprised at how he sounded like his voice was nothing but a hoarse whisper.

Ready or not, he was losing more than just his voice, and that had to be his sanity going down the drain because there was no other thing he could do but grab Aron’s by his short hair while he was coming again.

There were perks to having such a strong husband because he didn’t have to walk to bed.

“Hey,” Aron called from above.

He could not stand that look in Aron’s eyes. Mainly, because it wasn’t directed at him-him. Because Aron was looking at Alex with those clear and loving eyes, not at Carter, and that was just making him the biggest douchebag in the universe, as far as he was concerned.

“Hey,” he called back, his voice unsure. “Aron, I ...”

“Hey, you don’t have to say anything,” Aron caressed his cheek.

But he wanted to. He needed to. Without overthinking, without weighing the pros and the cons.

“Aron, I’m actually ...”

His entire body jerked because of the sudden pain in his shoulder.

“Baby?” Aron’s alarmed voice came through the haze of mind-numbing pain.

He had to hurry. He was clearly dying because there was no way that could feel so bad otherwise. The only thing he needed to do, the only one, was to tell Aron who he was. He opened his mouth, but words didn’t come out. There was just a string of weird sounds, and above all, he could hear Aron getting up from the bed and reaching for the phone.

You cannot tell Aron, he heard a voice speaking right into his brain, and he could swear he knew that voice from somewhere, but through the excruciating pain in his shoulder, he could not say where from.

All right, weird things aside, like the fact that he was hearing voices, he had to take that statement slash order into consideration. He dropped back on the pillows, breathing hard.

“Okay, I’m not going to tell,” he whispered.

“What did you say?” Aron’s worried voice came through.

Carter straightened up just to grab the phone from Aron’s hand. No point in paying a visit to the ER. Explaining the symptoms would have been tricky. Aron pulled him close.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Carter spoke, patting Aron on the back. “Just this shoulder acting up. Sorry I scared you.”

“We should take you to the hospital,” Aron insisted.

“No, there’s no need to,” Carter replied. “Now I know for a fact that all my medical tests turned out fine. I just ... I think I just strained myself a little during sex,” he spoke quickly.

Aron exhaled in relief.

“I told you to take it a bit easier,” Aron reproached, but it was clear as day that the guy had just been through quite a scare. “You’re not used to this thing.”

“Tell me about it,” Carter said dryly.

Great, just fucking great. He could not tell Aron, and he was compelled to continue this charade. And that was not even the worst thing. The problem was he was just relieved and happy to keep it up like that. In the end, he was nothing but a fucking douchebag, too.

Aron began massaging his shoulders slowly.

“What can I do?” Aron whispered into his ear.

“Hmm, this seems like a good idea,” Carter answered.

The pain in his shoulder was gone like it had never been there, but Aron’s hands felt just too good on him. Plus, the small circular move undoing his tense muscles was also giving him more than just physical comfort.

Now what to make of that voice in his head? Was he really going crazy? Or the situation was actually even crazier than he thought, and the big mishap of him switching bodies with Alex was well known up above or down there, or whatever that voice was coming from, and measures were not taken to switch them back? What was he to understand from this big ass snafu?

***

He made no other attempt to blurt the truth to Aron, and he just ended up cuddling with his best friend and falling asleep. The evening had been a quiet affair, spent in front of the TV, while Aron had caressed his hair slowly until he had been almost certain he was going to purr like a cat.

Aron had cooked and treated him like he was made of glass, but he had enjoyed it, like the douchebag he was. And, at night, he had slept in Aron’s strong hands.

Now, it was morning, and everything just seemed surreal, from getting fucked by his best friend into the lawn in the backyard, then into the carpet, to hearing voices in his head.

Hmm, what if all was semantics? You cannot tell Aron. Maybe the restrictions applied only to verbalizing the situation. What if he sent Aron an e-mail? He got off the bed slowly, to avoid waking up Aron, and searched for the laptop. He opened the device and waited to log on to the e-mail server. Nothing easier. So far, so good. He hit ‘compose’ and started typing away happily.

What should he write in the subject box? He thought a little.

Hmm, yeah, that was perfect. He hit ‘send’ and turned off the laptop. Then he decided to go back to bed.

Where he found Aron awake and with a frown etched on his face while sitting on the edge of the bed with his phone in one hand.

All right, this was it. Suddenly, his heart was in his throat. How was Aron going to react? It was insane, he knew it, but he had to do the right thing, right?

“What is it?” he asked, his voice strained.

Aron’s eyes remained fixed on the screen of his phone, his frown deepening.

“Somebody is trying to pull a morbid prank on me,” Aron murmured.

A morbid prank? No, no, no, Aron, you have to believe it! His brain was screaming, but he didn’t dare to speak out loud.

“What prank?” he asked, his feet now glued to the floor.

“Someone is using Carter’s e-mail address to send me ads to penis enlargement pills.”

Say what?

“But you don’t need penis enlargement pills,” he murmured.

Aron’s eyes shot up at him.

“Good one, Alex, but let’s not joke about this. Someone hacked Carter’s e-mail. And you don’t know that guy and his obsession for cybersecurity. Now, it may be just a harmless joke, and maybe Carter gave his password to one of his friends ...”

“No way,” Carter protested.

That earned him another surprised look from his best friend. The only guy who knew his password in the whole universe was Aron.

“I’m glad to see you so invested in this,” Aron said with a sigh.

“Can I see that?” Carter gestured for Aron’s phone.

“Be my guest,” Aron shrugged.

He cursed under his breath. Yeah, that was just the cookie cutter type of e-mail advertising ways to grow your penis to be one foot long overnight. Whoever was playing him had to have a pretty fucked up sense of humor. He gave Aron his phone back.

“Now that’s just fucked up,” he murmured.

“Yes, I know,” Aron confirmed. “I should contact the police.”

“No!” Carter almost shouted.

No point in involving law enforcement. It was easy-peasy to find where the e-mail had been sent from. And that would be way too difficult to explain when the police were going to find out that the suspicious e-mail had come from Aron’s laptop. Or it wasn’t from there?

“Why not?” Aron asked, surprised by his husband’s reaction.

“Because ... Well, we don’t have anything. Just an assumed hacker sending stupid e-mails. The police will not listen to us; they will say we’re just wasting their time. And, you know, that won’t earn us points,” he said with conviction.

“Points? What points?” Aron asked, obviously more and more confused with Carter’s meandering sense of logic.

“Points we could use when we have a real complaint to go with to the police,” he offered the first explanation that came to mind. “Reputation points.”

Aron shook his head.

“That is not how the police work, Alex.”

“How do you know? What if we go to them, you know, because someone stole our car, and they will just say, ha, ha, look at those guys who needed pills to get it up?”

Aron looked at him for a second, and then he began laughing.

“First of all, we have two cars. Second of all, the e-mail offered flabbergasting solutions for penis growth, not erectile dysfunction.”

“And third of all, shut up,” Carter shut Aron up, more than willing to change the topic now.

“Okay, we won’t go to the police,” Aron feigned surrender. “But this still bothers me. If I get more e-mails from this creep, I will have to contact the police and that is final.”

Crap. So he couldn’t send e-mails after all.

“I have a feeling that the creep won’t bother us again,” he said.

“So you’re able to see the future now?” Aron asked, amused.

“No, but I have a hunch,” he shrugged.

“Okay, Mr. Fortune Teller, can you say what will happen right now?” Aron suddenly pulled him close.

Oh, fuck, now he knew that look in Aron’s eyes. He knew what it meant, and his ass clenched in sympathy, despite his brain yelling ‘yes!’.

“I don’t think I can,” he mumbled.

“Hey, sweet fun can be had in many ways,” Aron joked and made the robe Carter had grabbed first thing out of bed, fall down to the floor. “I know that I practically burned through my weekly reward several times yesterday, so I won’t dare to push my luck,” he added.

Weekly reward? Ah, that. Well, Alex would have to forgive him, but Carter had no intention to keep that at just one time per week.

“We can make addendums to that rule,” he blurted out.

Aron was busy nuzzling his collarbone but stood up to attention right away.

“What do you mean?”

Aron was so serious it was almost funny. But Carter was in no mood to laugh.

“I mean I might want to have my ass tapped more often,” he said right away.

Here, take that, little voice, Carter thought with satisfaction. Wasn’t Carter committing some stupid mistake now that he was arranging Alex’s life differently? And wasn’t he a huge cheater, and wasn’t he making Aron a cheater, too? Such huge mistakes had to count for something.

“You look very satisfied with this decision,” Aron laughed.

Carter bit his lips and tried to turn his face away. Aron tipped his chin and looked into his eyes.

“I am a bit surprised with all these changes in you, but I can’t say I don’t like them.”

“So you’re willing to cheat on your husband with this new ... me?” he said with hesitation.

“I don’t exactly follow you, but yes. So, come now, I cannot properly cheat on you with this new you, if you just keep talking.”

The only thing he could do was groan in frustration as Aron had no trouble manhandling him and pushing him face first against the bed. He shivered as there was something liquid poured all over his ass crack. That was not funny. He was going to end up calling in sick.

Well, he didn’t mind that much, so he tried to buck his hips into Aron’s fingers.

“No, no, baby, play nice,” Aron warned. “You don’t want your sweet ass fucked right now. And I will lose my head if you continue like this.”

He was pretty sure the small whimpering sounds he was making should have counted as enough argument that he wanted his ass plowed.

“Be still,” Aron growled and kept his hips flush against the bed.

And then, Carter could feel Aron’s magnum size cock slide with ease between his buttocks.

“Are you kidding me? Is this a thing?” he groaned into the pillow.

“Yeah, it is,” Aron joked, but apparently, the guy was really enjoying himself like this, if Carter was to take after the short soft grunts coming from above him.

Great, he really was a fuck toy now. Damn, this was frustrating. From this position, it could have been just so damn easy for Aron’s cock to slide inside and give him satisfaction. But Aron just had to be a sport about it and just use Carter’s butt to get off like this. His own cock was rubbing against the sheets, but that only made matters worse, not better. Aron was having his fun on top of him, while he could not even stroke his cock.

Aron was clearly an expert at this type of fucking because only minutes later, Carter felt warm droplets falling on his back and pooling just above his buttocks. Damn, Aron was coming like a fucking bull.

And the asshole was even more than satisfied with that because he was now dipping his fingers in his own jizz, slowly painting Carter’s buttcheeks with it.

“Baby, if you could see yourself,” Aron laughed.

The guy was moving. He was just walking away after having his fun. Carter was going to have none of it. So he was quick to jump to his feet, tackle Aron who, luckily, didn’t seem to mind to let himself overpowered like this, and straddle the guy’s chest.

“How would you like me to use you, too, asshole?” he growled while slapping Aron’s chest with his cock.

The look in Aron’s eyes was a tad odd, but he didn’t care about that right now. He grabbed Aron’s pecs and tried to push his cock between them. Hmm, Aron had amazing pecs, but this wasn’t working. And he had thought it would have been such a fitting quid pro quo. But Aron was no woman, so his pecs could not be used like this.

“Fuck this,” he murmured and just began stroking his cock, wanting so much to come.

A large hand was quick on his ass, and he was made to stumble forward until he practically landed with his cock in Aron’s mouth.

“Ah, damn, this ...” he barely managed, as his eyes did a flip in his head, and he was pretty sure something had to be broken.

Aron had said that his husband, aka Alex the douchebag, was giving amazing head. But either that guy was the absolute guru of oral sex and Carter could not even fathom what Alex could do with his mouth, or Aron was praising his husband too much. Because that position and award could only go to one person and that person had to be Aron.

His cock was easily engulfed in moist heat, and Aron was using his tongue to spoil Carter’s cock from end to end, which made Carter really want to reconsider his life choices. But there was no time to dwell on that, specifically since his neurons were pretty much hijacked by that skillful tongue and it was pretty damn hard to follow any reasonable train of thought from his position.

Aron was truly the master of efficiency. The guy worked great when pressed for time, it seemed. After he had just gotten himself off earlier, now he was making Carter go from naught to 60 in record time.

Okay, he wanted to last a bit longer, especially since he felt he was on borrowed time and the powers that be were probably working right now on switching him and Alex back, but there was no way he could do that. Aron was too damn good and he was just filling the guy’s mouth with cum like there was no tomorrow.

He was weightless when Aron slowly put him on his back and pressed a tender kiss on his lips.

“Fuck me sideways,” he mumbled, so spent that he couldn’t even move.

“If that’s what you want,” Aron chuckled next to him. “But we need to get ready for work, baby, so come, let’s take a shower and hit the road.”

“Hmm, how about no?” he replied.

Aron had no qualms about taking him into his strong arms and carry him to the bathroom. If the guy was going to dress him up, too, things were just getting too far.

“I can walk,” he struggled against the man’s hold.

Ugh, it was not that nice to feel the ground, but Aron obliged, and he had to walk under the shower on his own feet.

“You wanted to tell me something,” Aron cooed into his ear.

“I did?” he asked, shivering from pure pleasure as Aron guided the shower head on his back.

“Before your shoulder hurt. By the way, we should still take a look at that,” Aron said.

“Nah, it was nothing important,” Carter said quickly.

“You seemed so serious. Like you were on the point of giving me some bad news,” the other man insisted.

“Ah, it was nothing, really,” he replied.

Damn, now he had to come up with some stupid lie.

“Actually,” he felt struck by a flash of genius, “I wanted to say sorry.”

“Sorry? What about?” Aron seemed taken aback.

“Hmm, for making you leave, you know?” he said, his head down.

“Don’t sweat it, baby,” Aron made him turn to kiss him. “I’m done with being half-assed about us. It’s normal to feel threatened since I don’t show you enough how much I want you.”

“You don’t show me enough how much you want me?” Carter quirked an eyebrow.

“Yes. You take a step back, and I just push you to take two, instead of pulling you to me. It’s here you belong to, get it?” Aron emphasized his words by squeezing Carter into his arms.

Cursed be this man and his inhuman strength. Actually, it was all Alex’s fault for being a skinny pathetic asshole, because Carter had never felt such a big power disparity between his actual self and his best friend. But sure as hell, it felt nice to have someone so strong keeping him close. Alex was a damn lucky bastard.

“I get it,” his words came out muffled. “Don’t suffocate me.”

“Sure,” Aron laughed, and just squeezed him once more to make a point.

Well, at least there was one good thing coming out of all this. He was really saving Aron’s marriage because right now the guy was looking so happy and in love, without the anger and regret Carter could still remember from the first days.

Aron was happy. It was all that mattered.

TBC

 

 

So, I don't know if this new chapter answered some questions, or just gave way to more :) Blame it all on my muse. I don't know how to call her. Or him. Yeah, definitely a male muse, or I wouldn't write this kind of stories. Anyways, my ramblings aside, I hope you enjoyed the chapter! My special thanks, as always, go to all the people taking their time to react and comment! You're awesome.

 

Next time, Carter will make plans to become Insta-famous (because that's all stars do or simply because he has no idea what that means), he will again get involved in a little incident with Simon (despite all the voices he cannot hear telling him 'no'), and Mark will offer him and Aron the perfect gift for a night out.

 

Until then,

All the best,

Laura.

 

I also have a Patreon account, where people who feel inclined can come support me while writing these stories. I offer my patrons complete books, and extras, to make their support worthwhile. If that is something you would like to do, or you just want to check out my page, here is the address:

 

https://www.patreon.com/laurasfox

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I'm guessing that voice in his head might be linked to a certain assistant. Looking forward to see where we go from here. Cheers 😊

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I am definitely enjoying all the hot sex Aron and Carter are having.  🔥💥

I am concerned that Aron thinks he’s having all this great sex with Alex and not Carter.

I’m still confused about the kind of marriage Aron & Alex have and how Aron stayed in it before this.

I wonder why Carter was forbidden to tell Aron the truth about the switch and what is truly the goal for this switch. (also wonder what that pain Carter felt was).

I am still as hooked on this story as ever and look forward to it’s next installment.

I guess I have more questions than answers, Rumplestiltskin, ☺️.

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1 hour ago, mally said:

I'm guessing that voice in his head might be linked to a certain assistant. Looking forward to see where we go from here. Cheers 😊

 

Cue: drum rolls ... and bingo! It looks like we have a winner! (I'm not going to say anything more ;) )

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1 hour ago, FanLit said:

I am definitely enjoying all the hot sex Aron and Carter are having.  🔥💥

I am concerned that Aron thinks he’s having all this great sex with Alex and not Carter.

I’m still confused about the kind of marriage Aron & Alex have and how Aron stayed in it before this.

I wonder why Carter was forbidden to tell Aron the truth about the switch and what is truly the goal for this switch. (also wonder what that pain Carter felt was).

I am still as hooked on this story as ever and look forward to it’s next installment.

I guess I have more questions than answers, Rumplestiltskin, ☺️.

 

Ah, I was expecting you to have more questions, lol. Well, I'm glad you're enjoying the naughty bits :D And yeah, I think there's reason to be worried. The only tidbit I'd like to leave here, about Aron and why he stayed married to Alex, is something related to Aron's personality and what formed him as a person. (And I guess now this sounds even more mysterious)

 

The pain Carter felt ... it was in the shoulder of that arm he dreamed about breaking away from his body ... I feel like I should have made it more clear. As for the rule, I'd like to keep this in the realm of a story with just one touch of magical realism. The rest of the characters, save for only two others, obey the same rules as our world. Meaning that they could never believe a body switch is possible. At best, Carter in Alex's body will just end up being treated like he must be institutionalized. Just like no one would believe Alice's adventures if she were to tell them to her parents, for instance.

 

Thank you, dear godmother, for sticking with me on this crazy journey. I just have to say that it will only get crazier from this point forward.

 

Hugs!

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1 hour ago, Wesley8890 said:

What can I say but hot!

 

Thanks Wes! Glad you liked it!

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The sex was hot.  Alex(Carter) is hearing voices!!   I can understand why he wouldn’t want to go back to work.  Having to deal with a needy Simon wouldn’t be my idea of fun.  I wonder who is behind the body swapping and can alter emails and speak in your head.  Let alone cause minds to swap.  Thanks for the chapter and story. 

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😂 you're getting me restless and worked up!!! Why should I be guessing the way forward always?????  💘 👌 Is Aron some gods? did other super powers switched Alex / carter ? Now I'm thinking carter is aware of his life in Alex body but it would all seems like a very vivid dream as he wakes up in the next chapter. 😯 ? to hear about Aron & Alex divorce ? And to see Aron sitting by his bed side.😈 .???????  

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1 hour ago, glennish said:

The sex was hot.  Alex(Carter) is hearing voices!!   I can understand why he wouldn’t want to go back to work.  Having to deal with a needy Simon wouldn’t be my idea of fun.  I wonder who is behind the body swapping and can alter emails and speak in your head.  Let alone cause minds to swap.  Thanks for the chapter and story. 

 

He, he, thanks for the comment! Many questions, right? Yeah, that's the point with silly Simon, sigh. As for who's behind all these ... oh, I'm so afraid the answer is quite simple.

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31 minutes ago, BASILB said:

😂 you're getting me restless and worked up!!! Why should I be guessing the way forward always?????  💘 👌 Is Aron some gods? did other super powers switched Alex / carter ? Now I'm thinking carter is aware of his life in Alex body but it would all seems like a very vivid dream as he wakes up in the next chapter. 😯 ? to hear about Aron & Alex divorce ? And to see Aron sitting by his bed side.😈 .???????  

 

Ha, ha, too bad I have everything for the story planned out. This sounds like one hell of a scenario! Thank you!

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"No, no," "Yes, yes":  Carter and Aron certainly have a way with words!  :2thumbs:

 

Wow! Carter has a built -in taser for if he tries to reveal the truth to Aron. So, if he remains quiet, he gets Aron and unlimited sex, but if he spills, he gets zapped. Celestial behavior modification at its finest! 

 

Mark, were you peeking while Carter and Aron were making memories? How else would you know when to trigger the taser? (Tough job! )

 

Carter, you may be on the receiving end of some fringe benefits, but your mind has changed as much as your body:  "Aron was happy. It was all that mattered." Maybe the body swap was not about you after all!

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7 hours ago, travlbug said:

"No, no," "Yes, yes":  Carter and Aron certainly have a way with words!  :2thumbs:

 

Wow! Carter has a built -in taser for if he tries to reveal the truth to Aron. So, if he remains quiet, he gets Aron and unlimited sex, but if he spills, he gets zapped. Celestial behavior modification at its finest! 

 

Mark, were you peeking while Carter and Aron were making memories? How else would you know when to trigger the taser? (Tough job! )

 

Carter, you may be on the receiving end of some fringe benefits, but your mind has changed as much as your body:  "Aron was happy. It was all that mattered." Maybe the body swap was not about you after all!

 

He, he, this cat knows something! You've just spoken a simple truth, my friend! That last paragraph is not there by accident, it points out to something. But I won't say to what! (Mark doesn't let me, hi, hi)

 

It does appear, indeed, that one's vocabulary tends to become limited when other, more important, matters are concerned. Well, Carter needed a little zapping. Who just gives up on awesome sex like that, amirite?

 

Thanks a lot for another funny comment! I don't always find people who understand my apparently twisted sense of humor!

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13 hours ago, Laura S. Fox said:

 

 

It does appear, indeed, that one's vocabulary tends to become limited when other, more important, matters are concerned. 

Yeah, that blood flow redirects itself to certain “parts” that require more attention than the brain (then again, it is said it has a little brain of it’s own). 🍆 😆

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