Eli had always crushed hard on his brother’s best friend, Ryan. At 23, Ryan was tall, charming, and effortlessly hot—totally out of reach for an awkward, closeted 18-year-old like Eli. Still, every time Ryan came over, Eli’s heart would race. And when he thought no one was around, those feelings turned into something more.
That night, hearing Ryan’s voice downstairs sent a familiar heat through Eli’s body. He retreated to his room, locked the door, and gave in to the fantasy. His hand moved faster as he imagined Ryan’s smirk, those broad shoulders, that cocky laugh. Just as he reached climax, a strange surge of heat pulsed through his body, and his vision went white.
And then—he gasped. But the voice wasn’t his.
He was on his knees, the taste of something salty and familiar in his mouth. His hands were gripping someone’s thighs. And someone was moaning above him.
“Oh fuck, Ry… just like that…”
Eli froze. He looked up—and saw his own brother, Jake, groaning in pleasure. Looking down at him with affection and desire.
Panic surged. He tried to pull back, but Jake gently held his head, eyes half-lidded. “Don’t stop, babe, you’re amazing tonight…”
Eli fell backward, coughing, heart pounding. “Jake?!”
Jake’s eyes snapped open—and went wide. “Eli?”
They stared at each other. And then, from behind, Eli’s old body—Ryan, now in his body—came running in. “Shit, Eli, what the hell did you do?!”
Everything clicked in Eli’s mind.
His brother was bisexual.
Ryan was his boyfriend.
And now he was Ryan—caught in the middle of something he definitely wasn’t supposed to see.
Or feel.
And the FOSE made it permanent.
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