I Miss You
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I Miss You
— I'm going to miss you so much too – I murmured to the side of the bus that would be leaving in a few minutes, while my boyfriend was on the phone – I really wish you were here with me.
I was about to leave on a class trip, it was like a... farewell for me and the rest of my class after finishing university, a weekend on a paradise beach, letting loose, drinks, and more. Personally, I didn't plan on spending those days with my head in the toilet after a legendary hangover or not being able to remember what I'd done the whole time. I preferred to swim, enjoy the view, or at least relax. I deserved it; I hadn't broken my back in almost four years for nothing.
The only problem was... I wasn't exactly the social type. I had friends, but from other places, or they had chosen not to go on the trip. In fact, I was starting to regret going. I wanted to relax, yes. But I'd be alone on a trip, almost twelve hours away from home, and without my boyfriend. Jacob and I had been together for almost two years, and it was the best relationship I'd ever had. He was always attentive, funny, I loved spending time with him, he made me feel so safe and loved, and without a doubt, being with him on this trip would be the best experience. Although, hey, a guy can dream.
— I'll call you as soon as I get there and…
— Come on, Leo! What time are you getting on the bus?! – a guy growled at the bus door. His name was Ian. He was a detestable, arrogant, egocentric guy. He always found a way to make everything about himself, and we'd had more than one run-in at university. I hated him, and I was sure I wasn't his favorite person either. Although I had to give him credit for having a fantastic body, with great abs and biceps, even though that didn't change the fact that he was a total jerk.
The bus ride wasn't any easier. I practically just spent the whole time with my headphones on, sleeping, or trying to feel less... uncomfortable amidst seats filled with people talking, laughing, or just enjoying that friendly atmosphere I wasn't part of.
I couldn't stand feeling so isolated. I so badly wanted to be with Jacob right then, to snuggle up to him, talk, or at least hold his hand while we both slept. Damn it, why had I even convinced myself this was a good idea? I should have saved the money to go on this trip with him!
— What's up? Is someone missing their boyfriend? – Ian said with a mocking smile, rocking my seat back. I pressed my lips together. We had an hour or less to go, and the beach was already visible beside the road.
— That's none of your business. Leave me alone and go to hell.
— Oh, looks like someone's really upset. Maybe you need some action in bed, huh?
— I told you to fuck off, idiot. Do I have to repeat it?
Our eyes met for a moment, he gave another smirk before heading back to his seat, though I could feel a… strange, yet familiar look. I must be imagining it; my back is killing me.
When we got to the hotel, my feelings weren't much different. I was isolated from everyone else, all checking the room lists to see who we'd be sharing with. It wasn't pleasant to discover who I'd be sharing a room with for the next three days.
— I'm warning you now… you might have to move out of the room. I'm planning on having visitors, or at least turn those headphones up all the way. I'm pretty loud – He winked, clicking his tongue as he put his hands on his hips and swayed while panting and rolling his eyes like an idiot. I don't know how I was going to survive that.
I tried calling Jacob, but the call went straight to voicemail. Was he still asleep? I've always been a heavy sleeper. I could take advantage of the time to unpack my things and-
— Damn! Does it bother you to put something on? – Ian was strutting around with nothing, his tool dangling as he scratched his ass and moved across the room. That thing wasn't even hard yet, and it was already almost 15 cm long. I couldn't imagine how big it would get when it was "awake".
—Nah, I like being natural. You'll have to get used to it, loser.
He approached the mirror while grabbing various things from around the room, taking pictures of himself, sticking his tongue out, and making stupid faces. I wouldn't say that behavior was unusual for him, but there was something… off. He was being more of an idiot and a moron than usual, flexing his biceps and glancing at me sideways as if he wanted me to follow him with my eyes at all times.
I tried to ignore him, unpack my things, text Jacob, and hurry out of the room as soon as possible. I wanted to swim and make the most of these days; I didn't need any more brainless company.
— Hey, loser, do you think I need deodorant?
— What?
— Do you think I need deodorant? – He placed his hands on the sink inside the room, sticking his hips out a little while looking at me with… I don't even know how to describe that look – Ugh, why i’m even asking. You know what? – He rolled his eyes in exasperation before approaching me and grabbing the back of my neck, slamming me against his armpits. The stench was powerful, raw, and rancid. I groaned uncomfortably, trying to pull away, but he made sure to rub me hard, making sure the stench permeated the tip of my nose and my nostrils – Now, answer me. Do I need deodorant?
— Mfhhh, mgh! – I kept trying to struggle until he finally let go. He raised his armpit again to take a drag, grinning.
— Ugh! It really stinks. Too bad you're going to smell like that for an hour or more, haha! It's the only thing you'll be able to smell!
I was blushing. I felt so damn humiliated and at the same time… Oh shit, not now, this can't be happening. I felt my manhood tense in my pants, rubbing against my boxers, which were starting to feel damp. I tried to hide it with my suitcase. I wasn't very open about this, but… armpits, feet, and smells made me feel so… you know. They turned me on like you wouldn't believe. Nobody knew, except Jacob. He was the only one who knew my secret, and I wasn't about to let my nemesis find out.
I grabbed my things quickly, locked myself in the bathroom to try and calm down, and while I was at it, change my clothes. I put on my swimsuit, took off my shirt, and applied some sunscreen. As soon as I opened the door, I was off to the pool or the farthest beach I could find.
— What's your itinerary? – He asked, raising an eyebrow. He was already shirtless, wearing his swimsuit, and even had a cap and sunglasses on. The lingering scent of his sweat made my legs tremble.
— It’s none of your business. Don’t you have to go out with your friends or something? They’re probably waiting for you – I was about to grab the doorknob, but he moved quickly, cornering me against the wall.
His chest was dangerously close to my face, his arm a few inches above mine, tensing and displaying his muscles. The smell was faint, but it made my legs tremble again.
— I want… to spend time with you. To be closer, wouldn’t you like that? – I had to blink a few times. What was he saying?
— Are you… Are you okay? Have you lost your mind? – I narrowed my eyes – Or are you trying to play a joke on me? Please, Ian, you’re too old for this kind of game. Find a better hobby.
— Nah, I’m serious, loser – And there he was again, his usual personality.
— I want to know what you have in mind. I’m bored. Maybe you have better ideas than just going out for drinks – I pushed him away as best I could, opening the door to practically run down the hall. I only heard his footsteps behind me – Come on, are you sure you’re not going to tell me? Nothing’s stopping me from chasing you all over the hotel if that’s what you want.
And sure enough, he did. He ended up chasing me around every pool in the hotel, even following me onto the beach! Showing off those abs and sculpted body everywhere he went, shoulders back, that arrogant, confident smile on his face. I still wanted to erase the image from a few moments ago in the room; the smell was still driving me crazy.
But I was loyal to Jacob like nothing else in the world. I would never do that to him, especially not with a jerk like Ian! He was just playing with me, messing with my head or something, as if he had nothing better to do. Ugh.
— Don't you ever get tired of running?
— Leave me alone, you idiot, what do you want? – I finally turned to face him. The surroundings were peaceful; the only sounds were the waves crashing against the shore, the swaying palm trees, and a few seagulls flying. But the sky was fantastic. It was that "magical" time of day when the sun bathes everything in golden light – the sea, the clouds, everything was perfect. How I wished Jacob were there, but instead, I had that idiot Ian.
— Do you want to ruin my vacation? Are you that obsessed with me? Why don't you just leave?!
I couldn't stop myself from exploding. I only saw his mocking smile, his soft footsteps on the sand. He grabbed my cheeks, bringing his lips closer to kiss me.
I kept my eyes open, paralyzed. I felt his soft lips rub against mine, his wet tongue tracing them as if it wanted to enter. I pushed him away abruptly, wiping my lips.
— WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?! WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?!
— Come on, don't tell me you didn't love it, that these biceps don't drive you crazy – He flexed his arms again, even making his pecs pop. His areolas were... hard as rocks, and the outline in his pants was becoming more and more defined. Was that thing waking up? I felt like my own tool was getting hard. Shit, shit. This couldn't be happening.
— Let's be clear, idiot. I have a boyfriend, and even if I didn't, you and I wouldn't last a million years. I want you to leave me alone. And if you dare try anything weird again, I warn you, I'll scream.
He finally stopped. I walked on my own until it was just me and the beach. I lay down on the sand, trying to think about what had just happened. What was that? Had I liked it? I couldn't have liked it, I-I had a boyfriend. I adored Jacob, who, to make matters worse, still hadn't answered me. It was getting late, and he still hadn't replied. I was getting worried. I tried calling him almost ten times in a row, no answer, twenty messages, and still no response. Was he mad at me?
I swallowed, inhaling gently as I stood up and went back to the hotel. I didn't really want to stay out any longer. If Ian was trying to ruin my vacation, he had definitely succeeded. I walked down the hallway, then took out my key and slid it in the door. The air conditioning was the first thing that greeted me, along with dim lighting. I wanted to take a shower. I walked along carelessly when I noticed something on the floor. I raised an eyebrow until I realized what it was. Shit.
Ian was lying on the wooden floor of the room, his skin pearly white, his hair slicked back and wet. He was wearing a tiny speedo that left nothing to the imagination; the outline of his member and his buttocks was hypnotically defined. I was about to speak when he spoke first.
— Haven't you really noticed the… familiarity? – I raised an eyebrow at the comment – How familiar and strange everything feels? – He sat up smoothly, the remaining afternoon sun beating down on his abs and the rest of his body, making him even more hypnotic. His movements were feline, elegant and deliberate, menacing yet as smooth as silk.
— I…
— Or do you think it's a coincidence that I know this fascinates you like nothing else? – He bent over again, making sure to expose his armpits with a light amount of hair. He even extended his foot, moving it from side to side while swinging his toes. It was like a kind of trance. But how did he know if I'd only said that to…
— Jacob?...
— Wow, I thought you wouldn't notice. Huh? – He smiled warmly, lying back down on the ground with that new demigod body he now possessed. I couldn't hold back much longer before throwing myself into his arms, tears almost overflowing. I couldn't resist.
— B-but, but how?
— Shhh, that doesn't matter. my love – His lips found mine, and finally, I didn't have to hold back. Our lips rubbed together, my mouth slightly open with gasps, searching for air, only for him to take advantage and kiss me more intensely. His strong hands wrapped around my hips, my breathing becoming increasingly ragged. His large, wet tongue sought mine as if challenging it to a sword duel. Little by little, he pulled away, only to begin kissing my neck.
His hands left heavy marks all over my body. There wasn't a spot where his fingers hadn't sunk in, marking every inch of my skin as his own. We used to be quite... dirty in our intimacy, and I used to be more dominant, but now, I seemed like a meek lamb, completely at his mercy. His tongue, wet and sticky, pounded against me, his teeth digging in as our skin continued to smack against each other. It didn't take him long to get up, scoop me up in his arms, and throw me onto the bed. He ripped off my swimsuit in one swift motion, then tossed his Speedo aside. His skin smelled of sand and fresh salt, mixed with his natural musk, which made me gasp even more.
— What were you saying before, loser?... That you were so devoted to your boyfriend? What would he do if he saw you like this? So needy and eager to have me, like a slut, right? – My tool was hard as a rock. The way he was acting was driving me wild. My heart was pounding a mile a minute, my fists clenched against the sheets. I wanted him, all for myself.
He lunged at my lips again, a kiss more desperate and careless than before. We both tumbled across the bed, the sheets barely able to withstand our movements; I'd be a wreck in seconds.
He grabbed my hair and spat on me. I looked up at him, taking in the full splendor of his body, the authority emanating from him, like an all-powerful sovereign.
— Who do you belong to? Come on, I want to hear it – He gripped my cheeks firmly before slapping me. Instinctively, I stuck out my tongue, where his fingers found their way almost to my throat.
— Mfhhhh, mfhh! – He slowly pulled them away, leaving a trail of saliva between them and my lips. I gasped for more – To... To you.
— Only to me? What about your idiot boyfriend? Weren't you supposed to be so devoted and faithful to him? – He didn't wait for my answer, he just grabbed me by the waist, turned me around, and put me on all fours against the bed. A trail of saliva fell from his lips to my slit where he slid his tool inside me. It was too big, thick, and veiny. I had to grab the sheets between gasps that could probably be heard outside the room.
His hips began to move back and forth, thrusting in and out like a drill, slowly at first until he started moving faster and more rhythmically, like in a nightclub. Each pulse made me shudder more, rubbing me against the sheets. Thinking became increasingly difficult; his energy was intoxicating, as if it were the only thing I could think about and obey. Every now and then I saw his shadow flex and look at itself, as if he were more than delighted with his new form, with those enormous pecs, intimidating and tremendous muscles, all that vibe of a cocky athlete. I was loving it. He grabbed me from behind, pressing down on me. I felt like a rag doll, molded to his will, to fulfill his every whim. Nothing else mattered, not how he used me, what he did to me. The more he spread my legs, the more he seemed to enjoy it.
He didn't take long to finish. Our bodies were sweaty, our breasts rising and falling, our skin pearly, our breaths ragged and needy from each other's kisses.
— Mfhhh! Shit, shit – I heard him gasp. I felt the tip of his tool throb before it finally exploded inside me, the hot liquid pouring liters and liters into me. I even felt my stomach bulge. We both collapsed on the bed, breathless.
— That was…
— Magnificent – he smiled as I took the opportunity to snuggle against his chest. Jacob had a good body originally, but to be honest, Ian's body was more... muscular, big in several places, his pecs felt like pillows, and the sound of his heartbeat calmed me; it was the same way Jacob's heart beat.
— I missed you so much, love…
— And I missed you more, my darling.
We both slept cuddled up in the same bed, his usual soft kisses on my hair and the occasional one on my lips made everything feel better.
It was so strange to see Ian act like this with me, considering our history, but Jacob certainly knew how to play his part well.
The next morning was quite an adventure. We went to the beach where, once again, he wore that outfit of a cap and sunglasses that made him look so damn good… Girls and guys alike couldn't take their eyes off him, mesmerized by his physique (or maybe it was the tiny Speedo Jacob had confessed to buying as soon as we got off the bus).
It turned out he'd possessed Jacob's body during the night, while everyone was asleep. It wasn't very difficult; apparently, the fact that he was brain-dead wasn't just my theory. My boyfriend described it as being in a mental jacuzzi: calm waters, a small, relaxing place, easy to control and possess. I was fascinated (and a little “excited”) imagining poor Ian being possessed in the middle of the night, the bus moving along the winding road, no one noticing how his body was slowly being invaded, writhing, mouth twisting, eyes rolled back, shaking until, in the blink of an eye, old Ian had gone on sabbatical to leave me with my perfect boyfriend.
The rest of the day had been just as fun. We spent it swimming, him carrying me in his arms and then having diving competitions, hugging me in the middle of the beach, the sand merging with the sea just like our lips, a lovely sunset that I could finally watch by his side.
That night, we'd tried going out partying (my original "itinerary" only included locking myself in my room and watching a series or something good that was on TV; I'd even packed a book to kill time), but with him there, we could unleash Ian's inner party animal, and boy, did Jacob love being him, striking stereotypical poses, flexing his muscles, making silly, ridiculous faces like some stereotypical athlete – a total, full-fledged hunk.
And when we got back to the room, damn, it was a miracle the mattress hadn't ripped, his hips slamming against mine like a wrecking ball, the constant "clap clap" echoing off the walls along with my gasps and pleas for more, our skin was red from all the action, but that was the least of my concerns. I loved how Jacob perfectly played the role of the dumbest classmate of my generation, the most arrogant one, the one who had made my life miserable so many times. Now he couldn't keep his lips away from mine, telling me how crazy he was about me.
Jacob was also starting to enjoy taking selfies nonstop, some more normal, others flexing his arms and showing off those steel-hard muscles. He was sending them all to his old body to have a "souvenir" of our vacation together.
— Why don't you get on your knees and worship me like the god I am, loser? – It turned out he was also fascinated by playing a role-playing game, and well, who was I to refuse to get on my knees and lick those sour, delicious feet he now had? With the thick, fat soles of his feet, Ian must have been a size 80; those things were enormous, with equally large toes, the rancid, acidic aroma, that stench trapped in damp, sweaty socks and shoes. I wanted more, I needed more.
His body against mine, his lips searching for more, that enormous tongue and his alpha male attitude, my legs trembled in his presence. I just wanted him for myself, for me and only me.
But… the weekend had come to an end.
— Did you have everything?
— Yes, yes. I think so – he murmured as he tried to put on the tight pants Ian had brought for the return trip.
— You think so?
— I don't know! I don't know what this guy packed, and it's not like we have much time left for me to check everything.
— Oh, but who was the person who insisted on a quickie? – His smile spread mockingly. He moved closer, his broad chest and shoulders back.
— I don't see you complaining…
— I never said I was complaining – I murmured inches from him, before we pressed our lips together again.
That vacation had been fantastic, so much fun, I felt so relaxed! And at the same time, so damn hot… I hadn't felt alone for a single second of the trip, and it was all thanks to Jacob. Finally, I could snuggle up in his arms the whole way back home.
I had no idea what was going to happen after we arrived, if he'd return to his body once the bus stopped, if he'd stay like that, or… You know.
But maybe that's something I'd worry about later; the only important thing now is that I have him here with me.
— I missed you so much – I murmured, nestled in his arms. He kissed my forehead before I snuggled into his strong arm, the warm scent of his armpits like soothing chamomile.
— And I missed you. I love you.
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