Caleb woke up to the unfamiliar weight of Nathan’s body pressing into the mattress. The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting soft shadows across his broad chest. He stretched lazily, feeling the tightness in his muscles, the way his thick arms and solid torso shifted with each movement. Damn, he thought, rubbing a hand over his face, feeling the faint stubble along his jaw.
Pushing himself up, he glanced at his reflection in the full-length mirror across the room. Nathan’s body looked even better in the daylight. His tanned skin, thick pecs, and powerful legs gave him a presence that was hard to ignore. Standing up, he ran a hand down his chest, fingers tracing over the firm muscle, then flexed his arms one last time. If I had this body permanently… He shook the thought off.
Checking his phone, he saw it was almost ten. Time to swap back.
With a sigh, he pulled on a pair of shorts and walked into the living room, when Nathan—still in Caleb’s body—was already knocking on the front door. Nathan opened the door and looked at him with a mixture of awe and hesitation.
“Gotta admit,” Nathan said, shaking his head as he entered the apartment. “That was insane. You get used to it?”
Caleb smirked. “You learn to roll with it.” He stretched again, flexing his arms instinctively. “You got your money’s worth, trust me.”
Nathan let out a short laugh before rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, uh… thanks. My dad actually didn’t ride my ass the whole night for once.”
Caleb rolled his eyes. “You’re welcome.” Then he held out his hand. “Alright, time’s up.”
Nathan hesitated just a second before gripping Caleb’s forearm. The moment they touched, the swap triggered—instant heat, a rush of vertigo, the sensation of being yanked out of his body and shoved back into his own.
When Caleb opened his eyes, everything felt right again. He exhaled sharply, rolling his shoulders as he settled back into his own body. Across from him, Nathan blinked rapidly, looking down at himself like he was waking up from a dream.
“That was…” Nathan trailed off, flexing his fingers. He glanced up at Caleb. “We might have to do that again.”
Caleb just smirked. “Anytime, for the right price.”
No comments:
Post a Comment