Running Hot (Eddie Diaz/Buck Evans TF)
Nathan Mayhew was sprawled out on the cheap bed of his shared apartment when he got the suggestion that would change his life. Looking back at it now, his boyfriend breathing into the crook of his neck and his eyes boring into the ceiling, he should have been more suspicious. But he was too busy staring at nothing, as if anything would answer why his body instinctively woke him at five in the morning. It had been like this for a while. His life seemed to be a mix of the good and the bad, less in a realistic ‘well that’s just life’ sense. More in a bittersweet sense. As if life could let him have one good thing and had to immediately balance it out with the bad.
He had his own apartment for a good price and a loving boyfriend in Josh. He had his own job that was halfway decent and he had…a life. He was an independent adult, he wasn’t facing a famine or war, of course he knew that didn’t mean he couldn’t suffer. But he should have had all the things that would make someone happy, that would make him happy. It was just over a year ago he was begging to find a new job, to get his own place, to finally carve out something for himself. But ever since then there had been a quiet chorus, like a heartbeat or breathing, something so natural he never paid attention to it until it beat hard and came heavy. That chorus was more. Just one word, but it said so much and it came again and again.
At first Nathan thought it could refer to the one thing he always wanted to change, his body. He had never felt right having one or maybe just right having this one. The past few years had been punctuated with times when he stared too long into the mirror and felt like he was a figure observing another life, another person. It got to the point where it wasn’t like he was staring at his reflection and contemplating his life like they did in the movies.
That would be too cinematic, a kind of romanticisation that his life just didn’t have. Instead he felt like an observer that could look at his body from the outside, like he was a ghost judging the living. When he did, it didn’t feel like a criticism, more like he was objectively looking at another body, seeing it in all its blemishes and flaws.
When he was cooking in the kitchen, he could see the bags under his eyes and the red dry patches of skin. When he was taking a walk in the park, he could note how his nose sometimes looked a bit too small for his face or his cheeks seemed doughy and how his pale skin looked almost sickly in the sunlight. But what he hated most of all was the gauntness. For that he didn’t need an observation, that he could feel and although he should have celebrated times being in his own body instead of floating away from it, it felt like hell.
It must have been because it was as if he had gathered the worst parts of two bodies on the opposite sides of the spectrum. On the one hand he looked almost sickly skinny, thin, weak arms. On the other hand he still carried a gut that protruded unnaturally like a giant lump out, like a parasite nesting beneath the skin that stole all the fat away from the rest of his body. Skinny fat is what people called it, at least that’s what he found during a late night scrolling away on the internet. It really was like hell to feel his gut swaying and have a body deceptively thin and brittle looking.
Nathan wasn’t even that tall, barely 5’9 and yet he carried around him the body of some skeletal monster. It made him look taller, how stick thin he was despite sporadic attempts at some sort of bulking and exercise. Sometimes he thought of giving in stuffing his face, having the appetite more like Josh who although ate ravenously, was only slightly pudgy for it. Despite this, it was like his boyfriend only grew cuter with size. That was the perfect way to describe him, cute, light brown skin and beautiful big brown eyes that caught the light wherever they went. His head was that of dark tight curls and his smile was radiant, a full ear to ear smile that came about from almost anything he found joy in.
Which was almost anything.
Yet despite being critical of his own gut, for some reason Nathan never judged Josh, never thought that he would look better with a flatter stomach. He found beauty in Josh’s bigger size, one night telling him something cheesy like ‘it lets me hold more of you’. Josh loved it. Nathan did too. He just wished he could have loved himself the same way. He knew he had to have been missing something, that the thinness of his curly hair or how fatigued he could get some days maybe indicated he wasn’t eating right.
But he was healthy or at least he ate more or less healthily and nothing had come up on any bloodwork. His family was fine. Everything should be fine. But there it was again, that chorus. More. More. More. At first he thought it was natural. After all, a mold infested cheap apartment close to a set of rough neighbourhoods that had never been mentioned in the same breath as government funding wasn’t exactly the end goal for any sort of life. He had an office job, but that was a mediocre salary for a not so mediocre amount of work. Josh had his job at Costco, but no amount of money could make retail worthwhile. They weren’t poor though, still making a decent amount of money for the way they were living, but of course an office job with his salary and working at Costco weren’t their career ambitions. He wanted more and more and more.
So what to do when confronted with so much self doubt and self hatred? Escapism. As opposed to pushing through, Nathan went off the path and told himself he was going around. He played videogames and consumed movies and binged shows like it was nothing. It didn’t grow too worrying until even his nerdy Marvel obsessed boyfriend started to notice just how often Nathan had something on in the background or was staying up late to binge another show or read another comic. They were messy twenty somethings with little direction in life amidst a crashed out economy and a boiling planet. It made sense that their lives were messy too, but when it got bad enough that even Josh started to ask for walks without their phones or to maybe just have a dinner where they walk instead of watching something Nathan knew it was bad.
But he carried on, persisted and in increasingly rare times Josh indulged him and asked about whatever new show or thing he was escaping into this time. Today was one of those rare times.
“It’s called CRAFT?” Josh had asked over the sound of a kitchen cupboard being shoved back inside. Nathan didn’t know what it was about his boyfriend but he almost always seemed to run on ten miles a minute when he was trying to get ready. When they used to date, he always appeared a little sweaty and out of breath despite being the first to get there. You nervous? Nathan once asked. No just trying to be early for you. Josh replied, breathy and all smiles. He liked to think that was the moment he fell in love with him.
For now whilst Nathan had the luxury of sitting on their secondhand ugly green couch on his day off, Josh had to rush like he was late for work (if he had left twenty minutes from now he would still get there early).
“What’s it do? Is it like…AI?” He asked. From Nathan’s expression, Josh could tell either it was AI and Nathan didn’t want to say or Nathan just didn’t know. Josh scoffed and dismissed getting it then and there. Nathan knew it was rare for him to get interested in anything to do with AI technology. He had always been vehemently against ChatGPT, hated AI art and found those video generations more uncanny valley than groundbreaking technology. But Nathan couldn’t assure him it wasn’t any of that, because the truth of the matter was that Josh would probably prefer AI to what the app actually was.
To explain that would also give away the surprise. It also may have had a 5% chance of Josh sending Nathan to a psychiatric hospital. 10% when he realised how much his escapism had become such a problem.
After all, how could Nathan pitch an app that claimed it could transform them into two characters from a TV show in the hopes it spiced up their dull sex life?
“Okay yeah uh you have fun with whatever it is and take care, I love ya!” Josh came and pecked Nathan on the cheek. He blushed, but it felt more obligatory than natural. What he really wanted sometimes was for Josh to make out with him, pull him in for a kiss and never let go. Manhandle him. Pin him somewhere. The couch. The wall. Anywhere as long as Nathan was under him and then got railed by the man. But he knew Josh was far too sweet for a thing like that. Too gentle and too conscious of his own softness, which only made him guilty of it which in turn showed how soft he was and on and on went the cycle. There were countless times Nathan tried to get the man to be more dominant instead. It was odd, trying to dominate someone into dominating you. But Josh wasn’t a switch, it didn’t work like that. It was like asking for a reversal of gravity.
Some of the arguments that it led up to though were…sharp to put it lightly, especially in more recent months. Nathan wondered sometimes if that was just some kind of escapism too, if maybe wanting to just give into some fantasy like that would be enough to distract him from that chorus. More, more, more. But he just took the kiss with a smile, because no matter what he still loved Josh. That was the most infuriating part. Their love nestled itself between his ribs and made a home there, taking root among the bones and even when there were the tugs of discord it never once broke. It didn’t even rot. His love for Josh made him feel good inside, like there was something good about him, even if he couldn’t see it. Josh clearly could.
“I’ll try and call on my lunch break.”
“Sure thing, love you,” said Nathan though he was staring back down at the app. For some reason he hadn’t opened it properly, at least not yet until he saw Josh leave and the door close. In an instant, Nathan opened up a saved prompt marked: NATHAN X JOSH TEST 3. The first test had been simple, Nathan used it on himself of course. He wanted to see if he could shift reality just a little bit for something innocuous and so he decided on blueberries. Harmless and stupid blueberries. They would (as he jokingly called the first test), the gateway drug to what this app could do, if this app could do anything.
He’d never liked them for some reason but he went onto the app and nervously fidgeted his fingers (which only made him more nervous of misclicking something) after letting the app scan him through his camera and a fingerprint.
Nathan saw it…He scrolled through countless menus that loaded in and popped up about him. He scoffed, seeing all the detail, like a crime scene report of something that hadn’t happened yet or one of those worldbuilding templates he found online. What is the capital city? How big do you want your arms? What time did the crime occur? How fast do you want the changes to be?
It had everything from his height, his weight, eye colour, the appearances of numerous scars, mental health conditions, likes, dislikes, ancestry. Nathan joked it wasn’t nine but the whole ten yards. Then he realised how stupid that sounded but smiled because he knew if Josh heard it, he’d laugh. He always made stupid jokes. But in truth this wasn’t a joking matter to begin with. He had just given his entire set of data, some of which he didn’t know himself to a random app that he had only heard stories about from some of the more kinky corners of the internet. Hell, it was the only way to gain an access code for the app in the first place.
On the one hand, it was real and the numerous implications therefore were terrifying. On the other hand, it wasn’t real and then Nathan heard more, more, more and couldn’t tell which was worse. To possibly risk changing his life through an app that could bend reality or realise there was no such thing, that the chance of some total escapism seduced him so much thought people could change their bodies through magic or whatever this app was. Nathan swallowed and instead of using any of the ‘QUICK PROMPT’ options to simply type in what he wanted to change and let the app help point him to the right sections and recalibrate it, he painstakingly scrolled until he got to it. FOOD TASTE nested under the TONGUE section filed in INNER ANATOMY.
As he opened it, there he saw it, a spreadsheet of his palate. A long list of favourite foods (some of which he hadn’t tried and made a mental note to check out later), likes, neutral, dislikes, no taste and on and on it went. He took a deep breath in, typed in blueberries to his LIKES and went through the numerous rounds of confirmation, asking the duration, double checking the duration and so on until it went through.
NATHAN MAYHEW
CHANGE: FOOD TASTE (FAVOURITES): BLUEBERRY
DURATION: 24 HOURS
In truth it took Nathan longer to read the word than it did for a number of pop ups to appear before suddenly he felt a jolt. Or maybe he imagined it. He had sometimes wondered if this was all some sort of elaborate roleplay device for some kinks or something. Maybe it wasn’t real, maybe it was all just some kind of placebo effect. His worries had started to froth at the mouth to make themselves known, to grab his attention when he had so clearly ignored them enough to do something potentially risky and literally life changing. He was pacing up and down like they did in the movies, unsure why he was doing it, unsure if it was even him doing it. Had he accidentally set up some setting where he would turn the world into blueberries or something ridiculous? Even now, how much of his perception was true and what was something the app had changed? Did he even use to pace before when he was worried or was that new? Hell, maybe he even used the app before and somehow changed his mind to use it again.
Nathan started to sweat with worry over what-if consequences until he heard the sound of the door open and the rattling of keys. Josh had just come home from the store and all it took was for his smile to calm him down. He rambled on about something or another at the grocery store as Nathan began to help unpack, the two of them lost in some sort of domestic bliss and then Nathan saw the blueberries. His boyfriend said he knew Nathan doesn’t like them but he wanted some for himself as Nathan ignored him and popped one in his mouth. He expected the same acrid taste to sting his tongue. Instead there was sweetness, the same texture, the same sharpness, but now somehow smoother and nicer. Nathan ignored the surprise on Josh’s face as he went for another and he smiled wide.
“Sounds like someone’s happy I got blueberries.”
“I am…” Nathan said, but the word felt too small. He was buoyant. It wasn’t about the blueberries but what they meant as he smiled to himself wider than ever whilst devouring his fifth. Perhaps it was a placebo effect or maybe his body had suddenly just adjusted and was always going to get used to the taste or something else entirely. But Nathan had to accept now that there was a strong chance the app worked and that his reality was now quite literally at his fingertips.
So here he was, having set up a profile of himself and his boyfriend. It was the third iteration as he spent his days carefully combing through the options and reading about the different experiences people had with CRAFT. From what he understood it altered some person’s reality but not the reality that everyone lived in. It seemed to almost branch off into some other world, Nathan couldn’t really understand. Some people chose to have permanent and better lives whilst others did it for fun. But one thing was clear, that whoever was involved in the original transformation (in this case he and Josh), they would feel the effects unless Nathan specifically specified that Josh remain unaware. He couldn’t do something like that, no he wanted Josh to feel this. But Josh was at work and Nathan could have waited for the weekend. It was the responsible choice. But more, more, more.
He decided he would try it today. He would change and then Josh could change after work away from the prying eyes of the public who would wonder why a man was physically transforming into another in front of them. Alright, perhaps not that wordy and calm. More screams like they had just seen a werewolf, which when Nathan thought about it, they kinda were.
But the most important part was that he didn’t want to cause Josh stress. He tried to go through it all without getting too bogged down into the details (the Advanced Mode looked like hell with every detail mapped out from specific furniture in their home to the size of their iris and its exact shading). He made sure to have every safety setting on, especially an option to continue or disallow the transformation and finally after what felt like weeks of fear soaked curiosity, Nathan was ready.
He had just saved the best for last. If the two of them were going to use this to transform, he wanted it to be for roleplay, for their sex life. There were so many men both real and fictional that they could embody, that it would be so hot to spend time as and one idea in particular struck him like lightning and clicked like a puzzle. 911. It was a show Nathan had never seen outside of gifs and viral tweets, maybe the occasional clip.
The drama centered on some firefighters seemed to orbit around a popular ship, Buddie, between characters Evan Buckley and Eddie Diaz. Nathan had to admit that he wasn’t surprised. It wasn’t the first time two attractive guys on a show got shipped together and took on a life of its own. Both of the men were hot enough to have Nathan sometimes stop scrolling on Tumblr, Pinterest, Twitter, wherever and whenever they appeared just to check them out. Even though he had next to no knowledge of them, he was sure that he could have some fun getting the two together.
The input of both characters came with a string of options and their own sheets to change, but he kept the default labels. There were all sorts of things BUCK/EDDIE PAIRING, BISEXUAL!EDDIE, BISEXUAL!BUCK, DOM!EDDIE, SWITCH!BUCK, 9-1-1 CANON, IDEALIZED!BODY, NO CHILDREN, NO EXTENDED FAMILY, PLOT ARMOUR, LIBIDO INCREASE, DOMESTIC FLUFF, ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP…
Nathan left it as a surprise for which one of them would change to who and had been the one to insert the LIBIDO INCREASE tag as he slipped the erotic level of their alternate reality to HIGH, shy of extreme. The only issue was the REALITY SHIFT option. The words themselves radiated hazard and should have made his blood cold like ice. But instead they felt like a dare, a seductive whisper all in the same cadence of more, more, more. Who wouldn’t want the chance to toy with reality if they could have it?
But he wanted to be careful, the last thing he needed was for them to have to actually do their job as firefighters or forget who they were. Yet at the same time he wanted them to be able to get into character, especially if they knew so little so he left the option for REALITY SHIFT VARIABLE on, a nice loose leash to hold onto. A popup told them the app would only shift it as much as their old selves wanted, both him and Josh. The other safety settings seemed standard, permanent off and identity erasure switched to off. After checking over absolutely everything again, Nathan took a deep breath.
When people said things like their hearts dropping to their stomach, Natha understood. But this time it felt like his heart was teetering on the edge of a bone like it was a diveboard, ready for the plunge. He swore it couldn’t have been beating normally, so anxious and so fast that it was pitter pattering against his ribcage, trying to break free. Maybe it was, maybe it was some part of his body trying to stop him from doing what he wanted to do.
Nathan pressed CONFIRM and felt the bone break away and his heart finally drop to his stomach. The app paused for a moment and then a pop up came on. NAME GENERATION? Nathan saw the name of the project was still NATHAN X JOSH TEST 3 and so he shrugged and clicked YES. The pop up disappeared and the app paused once more, like some invisible eyes were reading over the text and then approval came through a pop up:
[RUNNING HOT]
TRANSFORMATION ACCEPTED.
EXECUTING PROMPT
1%
“Fuck…” It was both a curse and a desire rolled into one as Nathan let himself fall back further onto the couch; head propped up against one of the stained seats that forever smelled of coffee.
Nathan shrugged to himself. Probably better than anything else he could’ve come up with. It was one of many reasons they should have thrown the gaudy thing out, Nathan argued. But Josh didn’t want to go through the effort (and money) of buying another. It made Nathan chuckle now, maybe he should have gone in the Advanced Mode and had the couch be some specific furniture to change. That or transform the annoying old guy who lived next door that he was sure was homophobic from the looks he gave Nathan and Josh into their new couch. The two gay guys would sit on his face, he chuckled to himself at that until suddenly the world snapped.
It came about just like that, shocking and sudden like a sudden explosion.
Except it was on a much smaller scale and nothing was destroyed (Nathan hoped) as his head was suddenly shoved forward. It didn’t feel like his body moving on his own, getting up before his mind could understand. Nor did it feel like he had slipped and could only feel himself fall off the couch before understanding he was falling in the first place.
It felt like something jutted him out the way in an instant, to the point where he didn’t even feel his body move. It was just in one position and then suddenly in the next, forward. Teleportation.
It only took Nathan half a moment more to realise that the couch beneath him suddenly felt different. No longer was it the tired and worn texture of old cotton. Instead it was suddenly a softer more malleable thing that almost sucked Nathan’s hand straight down as he instinctively pushed against it to readjust himself. He looked down at his hand as he tugged it out of the…much softer and much darker looking cushion that made up one of the seats.
Nathan blinked, a lightning flash of excuses went through his mind. Were the lights out? Was his vision glitching? Was he hallucinating? But all of those ideas were snuffed out as soon as they came about because Nathan could feel it everywhere. The way that his ass was now against a softer cushion, the way the headrest was no longer bent back or the frames creaked like they were on the verge of collapse.
Instead as Nathan looked around he could see…the couch looked larger, darker, now with three seats made of faux leather that he remembered came with the apartment. He blinked. Came with the apartment? No…no, he and Josh had to spend so much time going through thrift stores and garage sales to spruce up the place when they had moved months ago. He could remember it clearly, so where had the couch come from? There was only one conclusion and it had to have been the app. But he blinked at that, his mind shouldn’t have been misremembering things and out of all things why would his couch change first?
Was it just a heat of the moment? Some desire he had to be resting on something that didn’t stab into his back?
But before Nathan could even try and understand, it seemed the app gave him his wish. He was next. He had been horny all morning and was halfway to suggesting a quickie to Josh before work (one he knew would likely be denied). But the app held him back from jerking off or making the offer, instead watching him go to work. The anxiety of using CRAFT had made his libido subside, taking a break for the other feelings for once. But now it was returning in full force and then some as Nathan hadn’t realised just how big his cock had grown. It strained almost painfully against his pants with such strength that he thought it would somehow tent in the thick material of the sweatpants.
“Fuck…jesus…” Nathan swallowed. When had his throat gone so dry? He thought he could handle being so hard. He’d only done it dozens of times before in his life. But this was one of those rare erections where his cock was stretched to its limit, hard only after hours of fantasising and likely of edging.
One that he knew if he stroked he would have to be extremely careful not to go over the edge and cum too quickly. He couldn’t be ruining the orgasm, the proper build up of pleasure. But at the same time he wondered…when the hell did he get so horny? He was earlier but his dick had since softened even as it watched Josh and his tight work pants over his ass.
His worries about the app dulled absolutely everything. Yet now it was all he could focus on. Perhaps if he could be given a moment to think between the throbbing, he could figure it out. But then he moaned softly at the feeling of the head lubricating itself with precum. It felt like each twitch was his dick moving with a mind of its own, trying to grab his attention as Nathan hadn’t realised just how heavy he was breathing. He must have been so horny, waiting for the changes to start, his anxiety may have won the battle but lust clearly was winning the war. He shifted in his seat.
Okay sitting around just twiddling my thumbs isn’t gonna do anything and if this couch means anything…fuck maybe I put change order to random or something. But…it shouldn’t have changed the couch…
Nathan just couldn’t understand it. He put the reality shift to variable. Why would it change his couch? The only leading theory was that it was because he was sitting on and was just thinking how much better a comfortable sofa could be. Desire, as subconscious as it was, caused this. What happened next told Nathan he was half right. He did change the couch because he was sitting on it…but when he heard the sound of something wet, thick and gurgling he discovered the cause of all of it.
The sound of what he came to realise was morphing flesh, stretching skin and shifting bone emanated from his hands. He heard it before he felt it as a sudden snap of pain throbbed through one of the hands as he swore he saw a bone move under the skin (god damn it why did he only set the pain to 40%).
He yelped and clutched his hand. But the moment he did, he felt an electric shock in the other, causing Nathan to flinch and expect his other hand to suddenly snap with pain. Yet as he pulled it away, he could see it clearly now. His left hand, the one that continued to morph and grind and shift like his skin had grown as malleable as clay, his left hand was…larger.
“W-What the fuughhhh-” At that a sudden sharp and familiar pain did shoot through Nathan’s right hand…his smaller hand, a bone shifting the exact same way but moments after…moments after he grabbed his left hand. The realisation hit him like ice water.
His hand! His touch was what did it, as his hand sank into the seat, it changed the texture of the couch, its make and model and manufacturer and even…the memories attached to it.
But then, Nathan looked at both hands, his right catching up with his still growing left. The left hand was a display of still shifting skin that was thickening slightly, but the paler hand was now looking warmer like he went outdoors much more often.
Not just that, but in a warmer climate than their small sullen city that seemed to almost always be besieged by rainy days and timid sunlight. But his hands seemed to be of a slightly warmer tone, the hue of someone living in sunny outdoors over perpetual drizzle. It made it easier to tell when his right hand hadn’t caught up much.
In fact with both hands still so different, Nathan could trace all the changes. He could witness how the nails on the left seemed naturally more jagged, clipped, like they were more used to breaking off or scraping things, like he worked with his hands more often. They were tools, not just appendages for typing emails and grabbing coffees.
It made sense, Nathan quickly thought, he was turning to some firefighter. He was sure even with the safety options on the app they would still be doing plenty of physical labour. His fingers looked thicker, wider though they thinned slightly as the fingers stretched a half inch.
A sudden chill clasped around the wrist of his right hand telling Nathan two things. Something else was happening. And that something was not the fact the changes were spreading down his wrists. As sparse hairs bloomed across the back of his hands and Nathan felt almost ticklish sensations against his fingertips, he stood up in awe at his hands.
Holy shit…he thought. Holy shit this is real.
If it was some hallucination then it was the most detailed one yet because he watched as the coolness grew thicker and out of nowhere something slithered across his wrist. It was like a magic trick as beneath his wrist a brown leather band spawned from nothing and clasped around him. It then drew itself tighter as something else dragged along the band, hugging the wrist.
He was suddenly wearing a watch! If he’d known enough about either character he might have known just which of the two he could possibly be turning into…or if either even wore a watch, he thought with fear. What if the app glitched?
The terrifying thought came into his head. Nathan had been so worried about messing up himself that he hadn’t even thought to consider if the app itself ruined things all on its own. But just as he thought that a twitch from his cock distracted him.
Lust and its armies pushed back. And they had the best morale boost of all time now that Nathan could see and feel that what the app offered was real. Fuck, he thought. He had to check his phone, had to make sure he could see how far along he was. Nathan quickly went to unlock it before it vibrated in denial.
Fingerprint doesn’t match
Fingerprint doesn’t match
For some reason that turned him on as the saner part of his mind told him to just use the PIN. But before he could do that, the screen went black. Now of course was the worst time for his phone to shut off, he grunted in frustration and cursed something under his breath. Something that Nathan didn’t understand and didn’t hear properly until he realised that it didn’t sound like E-
At that his phone suddenly buzzed to life, vibrating again and again like it was in some sort of distress. Nathan could see why. The phone in his hand began to stiffen and straighten, the glossy finish of his Samsung Galaxy beginning to smooth over into a matte of a sage green.
The phone itself started to thicken slightly and Nathan realised…his hands, changing everything they touched and now…a sudden DING and his phone screen lit up to an unfamiliar lockscreen.
It seemed to be a selfie of both Eddie…Buck and a couple of other people from the show in a firestation, the time itself going backwards a couple of hours. He blinked and hadn’t even realised that his right hand naturally shifted into position to press his new fingerprint against the scanner, like it recognised the phone in hand.
TRANSFORMATION ACCEPTED.
EXECUTING PROMPT
5%
“Oh fuck…” Nathan murmured and looked at both his hands which had now fully grown, some of the changes already trailing down to his thickening wrists. The skinniness, the gauntness of it all and the pale tone was being swarmed by something else. The arms themselves were beginning to sprout hair, they were starting to look warm and more importantly, starting to grow thicker. There was a part of Nathan that thought maybe this was too much and as he looked at the app (thankful it survived the reality shift on his phone), he eyed the pause option. He could stop it for now and wait for Josh, come home and explain. They could discuss things like adults instead of him dangerously changing reality on an app he still wasn’t sure would glitch and change something he couldn’t realise. Maybe Josh would understand. Hell he would understand. But maybe they could enjoy changing together, touching each other and causing their bodies to grow and…God, kissing each other, fucking each other as they…as they grew and…
Nathan’s cock was relentlessly hard, the pressure and pleasure at the head so much that he worried he might cum then and there.
He had to go shower, he had to spread it. He had to see what would happen. As he quickly walked by there were certain things around the house, certain nuisances that were Josh’s stubborn choices for decoration. The shelf on the wall that housed books they didn’t read? One touch and it rattled and morphed to the point Nathan thought it may just come off the wall. That was until it turned to a sturdy dark wood shelf, the books themselves congealed together into what looked to be a military shadow box. The bowl of fake fruit that Josh thought would ‘spruce’ up the place shifted to a framed photo of what looked to be the main cast of the show in front of their firestation.
The more he changed, the more unrecognisable the living room had become and each change brought about another throb to his cock as Nathan relented. He had to change something much more significant than a few things in their living room. As he pushed through into the bathroom, he flicked on the light switch and with that came the biggest change of all.
It was as if the light switch itself was some sort of trigger, a godly command to not only let there be light but to let in another world. The light itself snuffed out as quickly as it came on. But Nathan could only pay attention for a second before he sensed that a pulse seemed to ripple outward from his touch in the room. The walls of thin paint that peeled in some places suddenly began to smooth over into a smooth cream that spawned from a handprint around the lightswitch, the texture itself transforming from something soft to stony. Cheap vinyl tiles rippled as the grey trailed downwards and looked like it was disappearing under the earth from the way the floor moved. It was as if someone had grabbed it and was wringing it out like a towel, like its old design was liquid to be squeezed out. The edges lifted and the gaudy green tiles felt their colour drain to simple black and white. Everything and anything within the room was shifting before Nathan’s eyes as the once lone fluorescent bulb never returned. Instead it sank and melted to become a new light for the ceiling, one that was brighter and wider, turning on as if to show off the new more spacious bathroom.
The shower curtains themselves shifted open like they were inviting him into what looked to be a better shower, one that had enough space for him and Josh. He should have been freaked out. He should have at least screamed or cursed or did something in reaction to seeing his touch warp reality. He should have at least thought…if one touch spread and changed his bathroom, what were multiple touches going to do to his living room? But instead Nathan stripped off his clothes firefighter’s uniform and immediately went to turn the shower on. He thought it may have been awkward but his hands instinctively knew just how to use the new shower and left his phone on a shelf by the mirror. As soon as he stepped in, Nathan hissed.
The hell? He hated having his water run this hot. But instead of turning it down, his body stepped further and basked in the water even as he felt like it was still too warm. He tried to command his hands to go and turn the shower off but they hesitated, fingers twitching like they were ruminating over it. Who the hell liked a shower this hot anyway? His want for turning the shower down was slowly being distracted by his cock, his huge…throbbing cock. He should have been washing himself, Nate thought, to spread the changes evenly. Nathan tried, soaping himself up and running his hands over his body, less to clean himself and more to spread the changes. All the while his cock bobbed for attention when he was down to his legs. One stroke couldn’t go amiss.
His newly large hand gripped around his cock made it feel so much smaller even though at just under six inches this erect Nathan thought it was so big. But it was more than the size, it was the fact that the fingers quite literally sent a buzz of rapture down the length. It travelled down like a shock to the head which spurted another dose of pre, as if teasing what’s to cum. He took several deep breaths like he was bracing himself to be smacked or diving into ice cold water or just anything beyond stroking his own cock in the comfort of his shower. But from the way one stroke felt, Nathan couldn’t imagine what it must have been like if he continued. Yet his hand did anyway, another move they did all on their own. The hand began to stroke and cause Nathan to rest the other on the wall as he yelped with sudden pleasure.
“Ohhh…myyy…fuuuhhkkk-” He uttered the words like he was in pain, his body sent over the edge from his sensitive manhood that was drooling so much pre-cum that it was its own shower of white, warm and salty pleasure. It was as if both the water from the shower and the ‘water’ of his own pleasure were warring with one another, to see who could have the most pressure, who could bask Nathan in some warm relaxing state, who could make him feel better. They didn’t know the combined efforts of both were sending Nathan into a bliss. The once lethargically depressed man who hadn’t showered for two days now and had let himself be pent up with sexual frustration, was now stroking and showering a changing body at once.
But the shower and his body worked in tandem in other ways, for example without the shower he was sure the neighbours and possibly the whole block would hear the raucous moans and groans that bounced off the new bathroom walls. Reality itself had shifted to make less of the noise leak out, like it was not only turning the bathroom to his and Josh’s Buck and Eddie’s but making sure it reflected back each utterance of pleasure for its own amusement. Or maybe just to let Nathan hear how good it was making him feel. He swore in the gaps where he no longer stroked the cock throbbed so fast like it was buzzing. And it felt like it too.
Yet it wasn’t just his manhood that distracted Nathan, something else surged for his attention. It was amazing how much pain and pleasure intermingled since the changes began because at first Nathan thought he had stomach cramps. As if he was so overwhelmed by pleasure that some force pushed balance upon him, making his stomach, his ever loathing and everpresent gut, be the source of another problem. But as soon as he felt the first cramp it was doused with something else, euphoria. Nathan thought maybe the pleasure of him stroking away (god how he hadn’t cum yet he couldn’t tell, like his cock was purposefully holding back and building up his orgasm with a mind of its own), just drowned out the pain. But the curious nerd in him experimented. He stopped for a moment and exhaled. He heard something else, beyond the spraying water and wet slapping of his cock. A gurgling. Not hunger. Not like that. But more like the sound of something thick sinking into quicksand. And then he opened his eyes.
Nathan barely registered that they were closed to begin with. Maybe some part of his body shutting them like his brain couldn’t handle registering the electric shocks of pleasure coursing through his length and any of his other senses. Hell, he hadn’t even realised how musky he smelled until he got into the shower, like his nose was some light that just turned on. Or was some itching in his pits he felt earlier some sparse hairs growing there too? Or had the skin changed like on his fingertips and now a new unfamiliar (for now) scent was wafting from them? So many questions and all of them died when Nathan finally looked down at another gurgle and saw his stomach.
If he was shocked before he was stunned now. He watched with his own two eyes as his gut seemed to warp and wobble like it was the surface of a lake. He saw it shifting from side to side like gravity playing with a wave, and then? Recede. His ever so stubborn gut that had been with him for years of sparse gym visits and home exercises and long walks was suddenly beginning to sink away out of nowhere. No diet. No exercise. Just the ever so lovely euphoria that came from warping reality as it turned his fat into something almost liquid, more malleable, making it melt like a collapsed souffle. A part of Nathan was greedy, the part that went more, more, more wanted to see abs. But the rest of Nathan was utterly relieved, almost emotional as he could see the pounds of fat sink away to nothing, fast forming a flatter stomach that he hadn’t felt in years.
It had become so flat that he was impressed by how much more of his cock he could see. Until he realised that he was seeing too much. After all, Nathan had a gut but it wasn’t that big, not enough to obscure so much of his cock that it should have looked that big. And that was because it wasn’t his lack of gut and flatter stomach that was showing off the size of his manhood. It was his own cock that was suddenly lengthening, like his strokes had charged it up and now it was pushing out like a spring. The sound, similar to that of the fat sinking, of something wet and thick came about as Nathan watched his barely six inch cock already past six inches and now teasing six and a half.
More, more, more. Nathan may have avoided mad dashing to the phone mid-shower to hasten any muscle growth for abs. But it certainly wasn’t going to avoid touching his new growing manhood and as he did, he could only think of one thing: this is better than sex. The grip of his large hand over his cock felt better than any ass as it not only seemed to stretch larger and thicker but it was like a whole new bodypart; a new manhood entirely. He half expected that maybe the cock had sank down like his gut and then sprouted again anew from how different it felt. The veins even looked different, now in slightly different positions, thicker as they crawled over the stiff length. The tip bloomed again as foreskin grew over it before it pulled back to reveal the slick pink head that continued to drool. But the most substantial change came when Nathan could feel his balls, heavier and fuller, inflating and slapping against his underside and realised whatever pressure stopped him from cumming before had suddenly crumpled.
This is what his cock had been waiting for.
This was what it had been craving.
The climax that hit him was the best orgasm he had ever felt and his cock only felt the equivalent of a quick few strokes in the shower. That was all he needed for his hand to almost claw into the wall and his moans to turn guttural like an animal as he spilled his seed. White hot bouts of cum sprayed out of his cock. Once. Twice. Then again and again and again until Nathan swore the orgasms came so hard and fast that they may as well had not been separate. They were one continuous string of ecstasy that made him feel otherworldly, like his spirit was so encompassed by the pleasure that it was being pushed out of his body. His body, even if it was changing, couldn’t grow big enough to hold a candle to the insane amounts of frenzy that came about from his spasming cock.
But being out of his body was good, it meant it could paint a picture. He could see himself now looking far thinner than he used to, the gauntness offset by a growing healthy glow that was going over his skin. He watched himself with one hand clawed and pressed against the grey wall and the other clutched onto his cock for dear life, like he wanted to keep feeling it, keep feeling how real it all was.
Yet his cock was throbbing and flexing and cumming so much that Nathan’s spirit gasped as he saw what was happening to it. It was still growing. He could see the manhood throb not only like it was blasting out cum but like it was reaching for something, its new goal, its new length as the thick appendage thinned ever so slightly as it continued its lengthening. Forward and forward the cock grew until Nathan could confidently say his dick that was once shy of six inches rested at a comfortable seven inches hard before finally…one great push, one last orgasm, one last rope of white warm cum and a sudden pain pushed Nathan back into his body.
The afterglow of the orgasm was dizzying or so he thought. As great as it was having basked in a warm inner glow compared to the warmth outer one the hot shower provided, there were two things he could feel at the forefront of a dizzying array of feelings that contested for his attention.
One, he was dizzy or at the very least his body was whilst his head wasn’t which was an odd sensation. He was a little dizzy from the orgasm, but not enough to be stumbling the way he was when his hand turned off the shower and his feet almost tripped up coming out. At first Nathan thought he just slipped but he remembered he had been in far more wet and hazardous places than his apartment shower and kept his balance. Then he remembered no…no Nathan hadn’t, that was a different memory, a foreign one, one that he could have maybe seen in a GIF or the snippet of an edit but not actually lived in. Not the way he could feel it, as real as the day he moved into his apartment or when he decided to become a firefighter.
Fuck, he thought. There it was again.
But no, his body wasn’t dizzy per se, it was suffering from imbalance. And it suffered because as Nathan managed to slowly lumber out the shower, he furrowed his brows. He was taller. He was already somewhat tall or at least looked taller than he was, but the 5’9 man had somehow grown at least two, maybe three inches and he could tell from where his face hit the mirror. Yet that was another thing entirely, because the pain that brought him back to his mind and the memories that made him feel like he was losing it had centered on his shoulder.
There and then he could see why. He looked in the mirror, half curious, half appalled when he saw the look of red and raised skin. Pain had won out of all feelings to get his attention and it did so by presenting a scar, a scar that he suddenly could recognise…the scar of a bullet wound. He touched it and it was like the memory came bursting back as sharp and sudden as the shot did. Nathan could remember the sound of a gunshot, far more echoey and grave than the dramatic bursts of light and thunder on television shows and movies.
Usually one could almost see the bullet, see the whizz through the air. From his memories, Nathan didn’t. The sound and the sudden pain came together into his world like twins and then he remembered collapsing.
Not only did he somehow have a scar, something he could remember was some big dramatic moment on 911 but he it was the realest memory out of them all. He could taste the blood in the air and remember the panic. Yet despite this, despite how terrifying it should be that his memory could be altered so deep and that was his first real memory, Nathan couldn’t be more excited at how real it felt. His cock twitched in agreement as he blinked and went to unlock his phone. His new fingerprint worked that time, the phone truly his and he watched as the phone unlocked and then the app came forward. Amidst shower steam and pain and pleasure and the sound of a room still creaking and shifting from his touch outside, Nathan read:
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EXECUTING PROMPT
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The words came scrambled. Nathan’s eyes widened in more fear than when he realised he had the scar of a bullet in his shoulder. The app…it was glitching, failing, going wrong. He resorted to tapping on the phone and then blinked.
Why the hell did I do that? I know how to use this thing.
But years of a life growing up around the advent of smartphones had slipped away. No longer was he Gen Z and having spent more than half his life using an iPhone or Android enough to comfortably know all the ins and outs. He had suddenly felt like he had grown older, maybe just five years but half a decade was enough to push him into the realm of a millennial. He was starting to age.
He was starting to not care about keeping up with the latest iPhone, starting to be in a place where they reliably kept a smartphone well past its years. It meant even if they knew how to work one, getting something new meant learning all about new settings, new options, what accessories did and didn’t work for whatever reason. It meant a lurving curve and right now Nathan didn’t have time for a curve amidst a battle between two lives and two memories.
But before he could rely on his Nathan self and beat the new forming instincts that wanted to hesitate and struggle with the phone a bit, something else happened. The text scrambled, the words realigned, at first Nathan didn’t understand as he saw TRANSFORMATION ACCEPTED form a whole new sentence. It was as if it was a different language. That’s because it was, in fact, a different language.
TRANSFORMACIÓN ACEPTADA
EJECUTANDO EL PROMPT
27%
“Transformación aceptada?” Nathan wasn’t dumb. He knew even if the words weren’t similar enough that the message was likely just the same but now in Spanish. But what he didn’t know was…why. “Spanish? Well why the hell would it convertirse en español?”
His eyes widened. A hand clasped over his mouth. Nathan exhaled a ragged breath before he slowly took his hand away, like he was trusting some hostage to speak and speak quietly. Or in this case speak English. That’s how his body felt like now, like a hostage.
To say the hand clasped over his mouth that time would be wrong. It practically slapped his mouth shut. The hostage chose to scream. His tongue had chosen to resort to another language, one that he…could understand. It was strange, at first he thought perhaps because he knew what he was trying to say in English. If he tried to say what the hell am I saying or, as he put it…“¡¿Qué demonios estoy diciendo?!”
Then he knew it was because he knew what English words in his head he tried to say. But then his phone buzzed with yet another notification he would’ve swiped away from…if it didn’t also come in Spanish.
A food delivery app touted: 50% de descuento en comestibles al usar el código LA50.
Nathan blinked when he realised that it was offering 50% off groceries if ordering with the code LA50. He didn’t know how he knew that…and he didn’t live in LA. But it gave him a sudden thrill when he realised what that meant. There were two characters, Buck and Eddie…and he swore their names were Evan Buckley, all-American and Eddie Diaz…Diaz. Hispanic.
Holy fuck…I’m cambio into Eddie.
God I need to work on esas cosas.
At that both his hands twitched, both for different reasons. From Nathan’s excitement and Eddie’s nervousness, somehow Nathan could recognise a twitchy finger was a tic of his, of Eddie’s he meant. At least he thought so. No matter because he knew just what to do as his touch not only changed the phone’s language but began to have a phone case begin to sprout around it. His eyes caught a specific card that was slotted at the front. A gym membership.
Nathan glanced down at himself and then back at his face. He had caressed his body, washed it off during the shower, at least most of it. But the most substantial change was still his gut. He had to try and change as much as he could and with a gym membership…an idea formed, one Nathan could faintly recognise was a combination of his arousal and Eddie’s schedule.
His hands twitched now not just with nervousness but like they wanted to do something else, something instinctive, their twitches like a dog’s growl as it demanded to be let off its leash. And yet Nathan wasn’t holding them back because he felt an instinct too, wanted to do the same thing for a different reason.
So that was how Nathan found himself unclasping a pot of some Vitamin E skin cream he kept believing someone called Athena recommended. He dipped a finger in and began to rub against his face. The cream itself did the opposite of what skin creams were supposed to do. It aged him. His thin face began to fill out too, cheekbones that came about from his gaunt body were suddenly met with a slight fullness. It was the opposite of his stomach, rising more prominently along either side of his face.
The cheeks seemed to suck out the softness of his jawline as that grew out, making the head almost comedic in its size disparity compared to his still thin frame. It was only his new height that saved him from looking completely uncanny valley.
The chin gained more weight and shape to it, somehow the face was rounding yet looked sharper than ever at the ends. It carried the sharpness of his gauntness and yet looked healthier and stronger. He cursed as his nose stung before Nathan almost went cross eyed as his eyes moved to try and see the growth from right up close, as opposed to looking at a foggy mirror. The nose grew out stronger and firmer as the tip arched downwards and the nostrils themselves were wider on his face. But the strongest changes were to come last as Nathan’s previously thin lips bloomed, once small dry things had suddenly widened to proportion itself along the face.
The bottom lip thickened the most.
His brow was the most concerning as he could feel the change trail upward and realise that his forehead had grown malleable and began to bubble almost. Invisible hands sculpted it, pushing his hairline back slightly and adding more wrinkles to his forehead that strengthened and flattened.
From there he could feel the hair thicken, previously thin curls sprouted into thick brown strands that grew and grew and grew. He was scared they may somehow grow to be past his shoulders but instead the hair managed to stay atop his head, slicked back with some threatening to remain falling forward. His hand moved on its own to slick those back too.
All that was left were his eyes. His vision stung and tears were blinked away as each blink shifted his dark eyes into bigger, browner ovals beneath sharp brows that streaked above each eye.
Nathan wobbled and then clasped at the sink, almost nauseous with shock. His body seemed to be held together by the afterglow of the best orgasm he had five or so minutes ago. But now there was something else holding him together as he stared at a new face. His new face. He had gotten all the confirmation he needed.
Nathan was staring at Eddie Diaz.
The gym is awful. That’s what Nathan would say each and everytime Josh excitedly asked how it went whenever he rarely ventured out to one. It’s awful. He would always come home sweaty and tired and aching and be told that was the point. But it became The Point too much for too long and he would have given up.
Now the gym was anything but awful because Nathan had realised he was on his fifth set of weights before he was even starting to feel remotely tired. His magical touch worked wonders on any inanimate objects and that thankfully included clothes.
It was how Nathan…Eddie found himself following his phone’s GPS down the unfamiliar streets of actual Los Angeles (the concerns of whether his transformative touch had spread from his apartment to the outside never crossed his mind), to a gym.
He had changed his face for a reason as he sauntered in with a gym bag (his mind hadn’t caught up as to why he had it besides a water bottle that used to be an old teacup). The man at the front desk nodded at him.
“Hey welcome back Eddie man good to see ya. Damn…you look a little thin,” the guy laughed.
Nathan or Eddie as he kept reminding himself chuckled and wondered what to say, how to play it off cool.
“Hey man, well that’s why I’m here aren’t I?” The words escaped his lips with an unfamiliar ease. They left him before he thought about them, making him almost stop in his tracks. That was the oddest thing he had felt in a day full of odd feelings.
From there though Nathan had to take a backseat and let his body take him to whatever exercise machine it wanted to use. It was impressive how much he was growing whilst adorned in just a black tanktop, shorts and sneakers. When he did his curls, he watched as his biceps began to swell. The muscles pushed outward against the tank top’s edges and the veins rose subtly.
By the second curl his arm continued to thicken, continued to stretch even as he felt the bones pop in relief and his grunt of relief was mistaken for one of effort. By the fifth or sixth curl his tendons had grown thicker, the arms had become muscular in a few curls than it would take Nathan to achieve in a few short months. As if they had always been this muscular and the gym was some sort of machine that was pumping him up, inflating his muscles like balloons.
It happened everywhere and anywhere. The rowing machine saw his legs start to grow, as he pulled and stretched them the thighs began to thicken and the calves grew stronger and more defined. His thighs felt like they were being packed with strength from the inside out as the muscles became denser and thicker. No longer were they thin and pale stick things that looked as if they could crumple at any moment. Instead he could feel the pain and pleasure that mingled together like when his shoulders thickened or his gut sank, as the calves roped tighter and sharpened the legs into clean powerful lines that flexed each time he pushed off.
The chest press saw his pecs lift. It had barely been a minute since he began to use it with his hands knowing the right way to grip it, the right weight to slot in, the correct form to sit up and push. At first the weight wobbled like Nathan’s old, weaker and inexperienced body was trying to resurface.
But one push was enough to get the blood flowing. Two was enough to cause the pecs to lift and his chest to rise with new muscle as his torso joined the rest of his strengthening body, sharpening and growing. The pecs themselves were growing into mountains of muscle from his angle, lifting and pushing up like two mounds that were trying to escape. His body so slick with sweat by now that he could feel it added to the malleability, that much like the rest of his body that changed it was no longer flesh but something wetter and thicker and easier to mould.
His pecs then were like two heaps of wet sand that were being pushed together, no longer just some still flat surface. They were turning into hills. Only his body wasn’t sand. It was flesh. And those hills were muscles that no tide could just wash away.
But it wasn’t even just his muscles that were changing, Eddie downed some of his water as he marched towards the treadmill next and wiped it away with a hand. He stopped when he felt a sudden tingling, a buzzing pleasure almost that was, for some reason, centered around his upper lip.
He thought as Eddie wondered if he had gone too far. After all, if his touch was changing things, what would happen if he touched himself too many times? But as he thought about it he quickly blushed as a strange alien pleasure continued to center around his top lip, still making him horny as itchiness invaded.
Eddie blinked and once again almost looked cross eyed at himself as thick brown hairs suddenly started to sprout where he had just wiped water from his mouth. He swallowed and for some reason found the sensation, the feeling of his own moustache incredibly hot. Maybe the app had glitched and accidentally made it into some erogenous zone. Or maybe this was just him.
But it took everything in him to not grow hard right then and there in the gym as his moustache continued to grow, the hairs knitting together as new memories came about just when Eddie decided he would grow a moustache out. How well it looked on his face. The surprising amount of compliments that he had gotten. It finally finished sprouting and the only thing that could distract Eddie from getting hard and touching it was more exercise.
Fuck…had his touch turned him into another version of himself? Another version of Eddie? He thought as Nathan vaguely remembered the character had a moustache one season. Even his hair was different, once slicked back and now with a strand that drifted forward. His questions didn’t stop Nathan stroking his new stache and feeling like he’d just touched his cock as he stepped onto the treadmill.
His very core and torso were the same, hardening as they expanded whilst he was on a treadmill. It was like a celebration of his entire body. There he was with each stride sending a ripple through his midsection. Every muscle was waking up, tightening and rising to its proper definition. Nobody noticed as Nathan continued to run that the last parts of his height and muscle seemed to properly form, a slow powerful tightening that sculpted around his ribs. He just continued to run like every breath was another that wasn’t going to his lungs but to his muscles as he continued to run and grow and grow and run until-
Eddie barely heard the sound over that of his own heavy breaths and shifting flesh. He swore if he closed his eyes he would feel so good and so changed that he could be anywhere from a treadmill on his gym to the floor of his bathroom; his body either a celebratory bloom or a quiet rapture of shock and lust. But he blinked and hands darted to stop the treadmill at once. Nathan realised that might have been the first time he consciously chose to use his hands to do anything since he left the house. An unfamiliar face, a dark skinned handsome man with an easy smile and a plain grey shirt was at his side.
“Dude I’ve been calling you for ages, you wearing headphones or something? Woah uh…I like the stache, very 70’s.” The stranger chuckled, his voice deep and his Adam's apple bobbing. He had one of those Josh smiles, full wide grins and hearty laughs. That reminder would have made Nathan pause for a moment, that and the fact a stranger was talking to him out of nowhere. Perhaps it would have…if he was still Nathan.
“Oh nah I’m good okay great just chilling working out doing things before home work…”
Eddie Nathan blinked as he realised he was trying to say two different things at once. His pants between the words at least made it thankfully look like he was just choosing his words or reconsidering them or just plain too tired that it could be forgiven. But the man frowned.
“Uhhh huhhh…” He drew out the sound with obvious judgement. “See this is why I hate cardio.” The stranger friend Jonah chuckled. Nathan Eddie tried to speak again.
“Yeah just cansado como el- Uh sorry uh…tired,” Eddie Nathan blinked as he hadn’t realised for a moment there that he had even slipped into Spanish. In fact he hadn’t noticed that when he almost strained a muscle that he cursed in spanish too. “So uh ¿cómo te llamas?”
Fuck. Eddie blinked. Why the hell had he asked them their name? Nathan huffed. Why the fuck was he still speaking Spanish? The character was just Hispanic, but they spoke English. The stranger gym buddy he’d known for a couple years Jonah just nodded slowly.
“Riiiight uh well glad to see you back after uh everything man…you and Buck doing okay?”
Nathan felt like the world just collapsed in on itself and he was the center.
Buck! Nathan had forgotten about Josh and realised as he was trying to piece together the word in English, he felt a spark of new memories explode. Of course Spanish would come naturally to him, whenever he cursed, whenever he was surprised, it was the language he spoke the most as his mother tongue all the way up until his middle school years. His English had just grown so fluent that people mistook him for a natural born speaker when it wasn’t. It was no longer some bold part of his life but natural as any other language.
At times he had to sit there for a moment, translate all his thoughts and feelings and it certainly didn’t help when talking to Buck sometimes.
Oh Buck…the love of his life, the man who he started out with on rocky terms in the station before they had become something more…something…a lot more…
Nathan’s greed infected Eddie and with it came a slew of memories that shoved aside the last decade of his life. In fact, the more Nathan tried to think about it…the more he started to realise he was forgetting his life, like it was someone dead whose presence they could remember but their face and voice became hazy.
He could remember his thoughts, his feelings about certain things in his life, his military career string of retail jobs or fellow firefighters family or Josh Buck, but not the specifics by now. He swallowed and fished out his phone.
TRANSFORMACIÓN ACEPTADA
EJECUTANDO EL PROMPT
57%
Past the tipping point. He was more Eddie than Nick…Nathaniel…God damn it, Nathan! Fuck…forgetting his own name? That…that surely couldn’t be parte del trato. Fuck. This was too much. He must have messed up a setting in the app. He should go back. But as he tried to click anything else on the app, his phone buzzed with a message:
NO SE PUEDEN CANCELAR LAS SOLICITUDES EN CURSO
He took a moment to translate it to English. Unable to cancel prompts in progress.
At that his heart raced as both Nathan and Eddie for one thing…Buck. He had to find Buck. He had to…protect Buck from…this, something, no Josh, not Buck. Josh. He had to stop Josh from becoming Buck…from…God how much he was talking about Buck, it made Eddie grow half hard. He hopped off the treadmill and went for his gym bag. A change of clothes, that’s what he brought, thank god.
Wait…? These are my old clothes…I haven’t touched them yet? Wait but that…Oh.
Eddie’s eyes widened when he saw the familiar dark navy that began to spread from his touch on the old clothes that the gym bag must have curled around when it formed. ¡Mierda, mierda, mierda, esto no está bien! It was transforming, unravelling, expanding into his uniform and it was the only change of clothes unless he risked going back home but by then it could be too late to try and find Josh and explain what happened or pick his smart brain to stop it all…or to see…to see Buck. His cock almost throbbed.
“You okay?” Jonah repeated for the third time and Nathan wanted to say something, anything to this complete stranger good friend of his but all he could make out was a sudden uncontrollable smirk on his face. His face is possessed by someone else entirely.
“Yeah all good man, just gotta go. I’ll see ya around.” He took his bag and rushed to the back to change. As he did he recounted something. Some part of Nathan him could remember reading or hearing some fact about the brain. It was said that people enter some kind of hypnotic trance all the time, sometimes whilst driving, other times reading or playing a game. It took Eddie less than an hour for his sweaty tanned body to grow into his proper muscular form to realise he had been under the second he started to grow.
He just hoped it wasn’t too late to change back. For the first time Nathan wanted less. He despised it like he knew he would.
“Josh hurry it up okay? We still got five more cages to unload from delivery.” The voice snapped at him like a rubber band that he already knew was there and had been bracing for the impact. That was the impact of course of Manager voice, as Josh called it. Manager voice. Manager impatience. Manager’s breath that smelled faintly of strong coffee.
“On it, on it…” Josh had to admit that working in a grocery store was definitely one of the worst jobs of all time.
Of all the places a human soul could be dropped and this was where he had ended up. It beat a warzone at least. Some days. Josh sighed. He hated those thoughts, those ungrateful complaints that snapped out like a hungry beast. Thoughts he didn’t even agree with and knew he didn’t agree with but still left their guilt ridden wounds all over his psyche as he tried to shelf a dozen cans of tomato soup.
In truth it wasn’t that the concept of retail was bad (alright it was), but it was less the customers and more the manager that stirred up his dread. The only thing he could focus on beside work was Nathan, he felt bad for his boyfriend which he hated. He shouldn’t have felt bad for him, he should help him, shape him up, be of use.
But his best efforts some days when it came to Nathan was to just shut up and try to lighten his mood, to ignore the qualms of work and just hope to prevent injecting any more negativity into his life.
God he loved him and if he kept thinking about how much he loved him he would daydream and get in trouble again. That faint smell of coffee lingered like a bad omen.
It was his manager. Although he had tried to make some friends (and been semi successful). Like everything in his life it had been half earned, half deserved. A discount friendship in some way. There goes one of those thoughts again as he chastised himself for judging someone like that, all because they didn’t want to put up with his endless wide smiles and chatty demeanour.
The best days were the ones where nothing interesting happened. It was just a simple clock in, clock out affair. An unspoken vow where he went in, did his best, ignored the ‘just a friendly reminder’ messages in the work chat and went about his day. Today was not one of those days. Like his manager and pretty much any other bad omen in the store, he sensed it some other way before he saw it. For his manager, it was a smell. For this it was something to be heard.
“Excuse me sir but you can’t-”
“Who?”
“Buck- I mean- Fuck I mean-”
“Sir if you just-”
“No he’s uh…he’s tall, dark hair, curly hair, brown eyes, very cute, he works here-”
“You mean Josh?”
“Yes!” There was a pause that sounded like judgement, assessing how much ‘very cute’ played a part in his manager recognising Josh. But then it was gone. “Fuck I forgot…I mean no, sorry uh…”
“Sir please just calm- Hey! Sir you can’t just push…Wait what the fuck? M-my shoulder feels…What’s- What’s happeennningnggfhhhh?”
There were gasps and the sound of some dropped bags and then came the sound of something lurching. The building creaked like it was about to come down and instead of running Josh stood there, frozen as a man rounded the corner and did a double take.
Oh fuck, Josh thought. He wanted to back away but once again couldn’t, rooted to the spot as he saw the man march up to him. At first he thought they were a police officer from the dark navy uniform they were wearing with some kind of silver badge and the insignia of something that read LOS ANGELES.
Another patch with the American flag on the opposite shoulder told him this person was…something and so police was probably the best bet as he eyed the dispatch radio near their collar.
“Buck- I mean…Fuck I just heard your name, uh we…we need to talk.”
Okay so if it’s the police…very, very odd way to start Josh thought. For some reason he smiled. Nervously.
“Uh c-can I…Can I help you?”
“This…This is gonna sound crazy, I’m your boyfriend.” The stranger pointed at themselves. Josh blinked. First of all, no they weren’t. Second of all, why the hell did the man look so familiar? It was like he had seen him online or somewhere before, definitely not someone who was a friend of a friend or that they met for real. It felt like he knew the man more like a vague concept like a celebrity or something.
“Uh…huh…” The stranger flinched like that particular expression was offensive to them. Then again if they acted this way then it wouldn’t surprise Josh if they heard it a lot.
“No listen! Okay you remember when he- I mean I spoke to you this morning about an app called…called CRAFT? Well it’s an app that…that changes you, that makes you…fuck I dunno how to explain it this head is so fucking tech illiterate,” The man grunted in frustration. It seemed that no matter what he kept a distance away from Josh much to his relief. But Josh blinked. How did the man know about what he and Nathan spoke about that morning? “And now it’s changed me into..into…”
“Oh my god…” The pin dropped as Josh realised where he had seen the man before. “You’re….you’re that guy from 911?” Josh blinked. “If…No.” He shut down his own ideas but then felt a part of his mind say fuck it and go all in. The building creaked and groaned again. “Okay if you’re…if you’re…my boyfriend, say something my boyfriend knows.”
“Do it!”
“This isn’t a movie! I’m not some like secret clone or-”
“This isn’t a movie but you’re just some guy from a TV show claiming to have somehow transformed into my boyfriend- I mean who my boyfriend transformed into.” Josh stammered as he backed away. He did another glance around, a third check for some hidden cameras. “Tell me.”
“Uhh…uhh…we’ve always wanted to go to Barcelona.”
“A lot of people want to go to Barcelona. Say something else.”
“Uhh…god it’s hard, my head…uh you bottom, he tops.”
“I mean that’s just obvious.”
“Oh come on!” The stranger, no Eddie Diaz or Ryan Guzman took a step forward making Josh take a step back. “Okay uh…uh…oh! Last week I told you in secret that I hate mac and cheese even though you said how, everyone likes mac and cheese? And I told you I just pretended because I thought you loved it and you said you loved it because you thought I did.” Josh blinked. Fuck that was good. Too specific. Too on the nose. He could have recorded the house or if this was some elaborate prank by Nathan for…whatever reason Nathan would throw such an elaborate prank and hire an actor for it, he could have told him. But he saw a desperation in the man’s eyes.
He could have been an actor. Hell, he probably was if this was some prank…somehow. But something about the desperation looked too real.
At that revelation the building creaked and Josh felt it shake, as if a giant that had once been slumbering had suddenly been stirred from its rest. A tremor rolled up his legs and into his spine as he saw the stranger- Nathan’s eyes flicker up not in fear but in recognition. The air changed first and it changed fast. Whatever was happening, Josh had the sense it was confirmation. The air of the store smelled like bleach and cardboard and for some reason salmon was an undying sentinel upon the senses. But the scents thinned like they were being sucked in and crushed. The only smell that was left was the metallic tinge that was in every building like a grocery store. It was suddenly growing like some army filling a power gap.
Like before, he heard it before he could see it. A forklift in the back suddenly began to beep louder and longer until it stretched into a low drawn out wail of sirens before it was snuffed out. A fluorescent light popped into life above them, not cheap and buzzing but long and thin. The aisles shifted and fell like dominos, sinking into the ground one after the other. The almost cavernous ceiling above suddenly began to shift lower, grinding yet causing no rubble or dust as it moved down. Josh couldn’t tell if the changes were sporadic or if he was, only noticing bits and pieces like how the freezers stopped running or a pallet shelf sank into the wall like it needed to add more mass to the building as it thickened and greyed out.
The building was shifting, he knew that much. Not collapsing inwards. Not exploding out. But shifting, like it was a puzzle whose pieces could somehow be drawn out and refitted to form an entirely new picture. Josh’s cry of surprise was drowned out when the floor gave one seismic shudder, one great giant tease of what could be as polished tiles rippled outward.
Down the aisle he could see the faint blue speckles in the light tile drain away with it and melt into one patch of grey running down down down the floor like paint. The smell changed again, one of sweat and hot rubber and engine oil. He blinked wondering if the building was changing into a garage.
But he was close enough that he could see the biggest change at the front, the entrance of the Costco with its automatic doors and garage door for the delivery in the warehouse stretched and conjoined together. The entrance as a whole narrowed into tall red firehouse bay doors as new windows carved themselves and had glass poured into them. It was all too much and Josh closed his eyes as he heard an array of confused customers and employees rushing out, heavy footfalls all around like a fleeing army. As always, he was too scared to move from the spot, first from a stranger and now a strange place.
It saved him the confusion of seeing the building stretch and shift impossibly as despite the rumbling and the clashing and the sounds it made, nothing fell. Nothing collapsed. Nothing seemed to be destroyed or hurt anybody. He didn’t know how long he had his eyes shut from the world but after a few breaths of silence, he opened them and the building seemed to breathe into existence around him. He was suddenly surrounded by fire engines, big dominant vehicles on either side with coiled hoses and valves. The walls had changed from drywall to brick. The entrance had changed so much that they may as well have been in a different part of town, hell a different town altogether as sunlight spilled across the front, leaking into the building.
“Fuck…” was all Nathan or the stranger claiming to be Nathan could say. Josh only now realised as he saw the man turn that the patch on one of his shoulders read LOS ANGELES FIRE DEPARTMENT.
How he wasn’t having a panic attack was beyond him. Maybe Nathan had…used the app and could control specifics like making him not panic. He swallowed. What else had Nathan changed? Oh god, how was any of this even real? At that the ‘aisle’ that was now a fire truck and where he heard his manager talking to Nathan reveal someone else, a stranger coming out from behind the truck.
“Oh there you are!” A man with a tawny complexion and dark spiked hair looked at them both. His dark narrow eyes flickered from Josh and then toward Nathan with a look of recognition as he smiled, thin lips surrounded by salt and pepper stubble on a soft chin. At least it looked soft until it tensed when the man smiled, his eyes lighting up like they were sparkling almost. He was wearing the exact same uniform as Nathan though he was shorter and slimmer for his leaner frame. “You seen Buck today?”
“Uh…” Josh saw something in Nathan snap. He smiled suddenly, a smile that wasn’t just because he had a whole new face and body. But it was a smile that was just different, pulled from his core and unrecognisable in character. “He’ll be here soon, you know how it is.” The man that Josh just had to assume was his former manager chuckled.
“I know what you two are like. Hotshot always wanting to make his big entrance huh?” The man chuckled and sauntered off, not paying Josh any mind as he slid in between the both of them. Whatever that was in Nathan to make him smile and answer like that took a moment as he stared at Josh and then blinked, as if realising his concern.
“Who the hell…what the hell is that? Is this? Is any of this?”
“Okay look I uh…I can’t explain but…fuck babe do you trust me?” Nathan asked in an unrecognisable voice with an unrecognisable face and yet Josh felt like he could still recognise him, his Nathan anywhere. So he nodded. “The…I tried to stop the change, the transformation thing but it…it only works when the change is fully done so…” He let his words die down like Josh was somehow supposed to fill them.
“Okay? But…you’ve changed or it looks like you’ve changed so, what else needs to change?”
Josh never realised he could relate to a transforming grocery store so much as he did in that moment. He could feel like he was about to fall and his insides were slithering with nervousness (and a smidge of arousal) that it may as well had been like they were shifting
“It…It’s not like that. I…I thought it would be fun. A surprise. But I think maybe I…went too far and I…I keep having to think before I speak or else I’ll speak como esto. And my head can barely remember anything and I just knew I had to get to you. Let me just…do this, it’ll be quick and I promise we’ll turn back.”
Nathan spoke and despite the fact that he had just spoken fluent Spanish Josh couldn’t believe how much of his boyfriend he recognised in this stranger, this handsome character that had quite literally stepped out of a TV show. He could see the fear and the nervousness and excitement (maybe some of that arousal he was feeling too) within his expression, all warring with one another and Josh just nodded.
“O…Okay I trust you…” You might be a completely different person but I trust you.
“Thanks it…it…seems to go faster with touch like…” Nathan gestured around to the firestation. Josh swallowed.
At that he saw the man’s pupils dilate. There was the Nathan he knew, even if it was through a slightly older, more chiselled face and lighter eyes. There was that look he could recognise from anywhere, anytime. The look of a man that wanted to do nothing more than what the man was doing now, grabbing his head with one hand and then the other and then with one silent adoring look of you ready? Josh subtly nodded and felt himself pulled in for a deep kiss.
It was a kiss that Josh hoped would never end, partially out of fear of what transforming would look like and partially because of how good it felt. It was strange to feel the same kind of kiss through a complete stranger. But soon enough Nathan and him had to breathe, the two of them instinctively panting, breaths heavy, warm, foreheads bowed and tapped against one another.
Josh swallowed at the feeling of expecting something to happen, some big change to come rushing through like the building. But nothing happened. At least not that he could feel it. Nathan panted.
“No…I…I think I…” Josh stammered nervously before Nathan looked up, really looked up at him and suddenly lurched back. It wasn’t a flinch or look of shock, more so just a kind of muted surprise, like a firework he lit up had gone off just a few seconds later than it should have. “What? “W-What is it?”
Josh touched his face where the skin had paled from the more light brown tone to something paler, more milky. The skin smoothed over as his features were beginning to shift ever so slightly, starting with his eyes that had gone from their light almost hazel brown to a cool blue. It was almost enough to make Nathan want to dive right in and kiss him again.
A red splotch appeared over Josh’s left brow. A birthmark suddenly appearing on the paler skin, the raised and rough texture of it was the only thing Josh could recognise as distinct, different. His hand touched it and then he pulled away when he saw how the fingers looked, the paleness spreading from them to his trembling hand.
Nathan took both hands, his grip ceasing the trembling as he stepped forward.
“Wha…” Josh began before being plunged into another kiss, this time making him wide-eyed at first and then melting into the embrace. He continued to feel himself get kissed and this time Nathan began exploring his body. As he did, he could feel his arms change as large hands caressed them whilst moving down. A burning sensation made Josh almost break the kiss and wince as he felt something trailing down his arm, only to see some slithering cursive font through a pulled down sleeve of his Costco uniform.
Something was etching into his skin.
Josh had never wanted tattoos before, not even conceptually as some idea for the future or something to just say during conversations. He had never wanted them and had been too scared of the pain. Yet now he could feel it all over his body like tiny ants trickling in shapes around his skin, on both his arms and even on his upper pec.
His work uniform too began to darken and compress on his chubby body. His love handles felt like they were being scooped and sucked into his body as did the rest of his stomach and his thicker thighs. Instead it felt like the fat was being taken into him and converted somewhere deep within his body into muscle. That was the only way his body began to thicken out again like it was letting out a long exhale.
Similar to how Nathan changed, he could swear that Josh’s Buck’s muscle was growing the same way, body inflating like he was a balloon. The muscle mass just growing and growing and growing as where there was once a gut, there were now chiselled abs.
His doughy upper chest had instead sucked in and warped to form pecs and his biceps had long since threatened to tear down his uniform…that was until it became his proper work uniform in the form of a matching deep navy uniform of Station 118.
How Buck knew that was beyond him as he blinked in confusion and looked down, tracing all the changes, all the places where Eddie was touching him. He moaned and humped against him when he felt Eddie’s hand pressed up against his crotch, watching him smile that same cocky smile he’d come to love as he could feel Buck’s cock begin to sprout and grow from his touch.
“N-Nath- Uhh- F-fuck uhh…E-Eddie…n-not there…” Buck blushed as Eddie just smiled in response.
“Oh? You mean…here?” Eddie pressed his hand harder against Buck’s crotch and watched in delight as his boyfriend husband let out a whimper. His cock grew and pressed up against Eddie’s hand through his pants, growing so quickly that it was pushing the hand away as the bulge grew.
“That’s what you’re worried about?” Eddie chuckled as he pushed Buck up against one of the firetrucks and made out with him once more. His moustache tickled the man and when Buck’s lips began to kiss back it made Eddie’s knees weak as it felt like he was kissing his cock. With each and every kiss, each and every touch Josh could feel himself almost leaking out of his cock.
Should he have been turning this fast?
It felt weird, like something was happening to his head. He thought the change would be physical but Na-
Uhh…god Eddie was saying that he had to think twice or else he’d slip into Spanish or how he was having a hard time remembering things.
Josh Buck wanted to ask more but he told himself he would after the next kiss. Then his feet grew as his shoes transformed into boots. And the next kiss. His hands finished twitching and growing and instinctively reached the back of Eddie’s head, fingers digging into the hair. And the next kiss. His body would lurch and lengthen, the spine stretching as his torso and legs did the same and he realised he reached down to kiss Eddie. And the next.
It was all too much, too soon that when Buck realised he couldn’t even remember his own name, he pushed Eddie back.
“F-Fuck…E-Eddie uh…wait…I…” Buck had to take a moment to catch his breath. “I think…Fuck I think we…we’re going too fast. I…I…”
“Hey, hey, hey…look at me…” Eddie’s hands captured Buck’s head, his thumb caressing against the man’s cheekbones as his head was still the most Josh there was. Half caught between his bronze skin and pale tone compared to the rest of his body. His facial features half changed. Buck looked at Eddie and felt himself threatening to melt right into him.
“I just…F-Fuck maybe we can cancel the app another way, maybe I dunno…call someone, call 911…”
At that he saw Eddie smile and Eddie could feel his cock throb, tenting in his pants.
“Baby…why would we call ourselves?”
Eddie shushed Buck with a kiss and watched as the man was caught wide eyed and too shocked to fight back. He whimpered as he could feel his cheekbones rising, his lips shifting, his jawline chiselling and Buck realised that he…he had to…he was going to…he couldn’t even remember. As all that was Josh was starting to melt with him and he kissed back, feeling his dark curls shift to lighter wavy hair. Eddie began to kiss along Buck’s neck and as he did, felt the Adam’s apple grow and the neck thicken as Buck’s moans began to grow deeper, his accent and voice all shifting with each kiss. All before Eddie heard the vocal cords shift like the voice was being edited in real time and pulled away.
“Now…what were you saying?” Eddie asked teasingly as he looked at Buck…his Buck looking back at him with those beautiful sea shade eyes.
“I…I…uh…I dunno I feel…feel good. Feel amazing…” Buck broke out into a smile.
“You look amazing too,” said Eddie as he grabbed at Buck’s bulge making the man blush. He found himself delighting in that, relishing in the sounds Buck made when he teased him. At that, both the men seemed aligned as a new memory unlocked shared between the two of them. Buck suddenly let himself be led along even though he felt like something was wrong, like he had something to say that was on the tip of his tongue but he couldn’t quite remember. But that was before Eddie practically shoved him inside the storage closet, closed the door after him and turned the lock.
Even if Buck wanted to resist, he couldn't and god…he really didn’t even want to. His hands moved on their own to undo his belt, to yank down his pants. Neither of them could believe what they were doing like they were two men that were possessed as they looked at each other. There was a curious mix of admiration and fear as they realised that this was it, they were about to do something that both of them knew was coming.
There was something of an unspoken dialogue between them in the short moments where they nervously caught glances or checked one another’s bodies. It was as if one was almost waiting for the other to stop, like they were trying to see if the other would resist and didn’t want it. But neither of them stopped and so the two of them just continued at increasing speed to finally do what both of them truly wanted.
It didn’t take long for them to find a good position, like they had done this dozens of times before. Eddie with his cock lubed and ready like he had a bottle in his pocket for this just occasion. That was because he did.
Buck just whimpered and nodded, before feeling the manhood slide into him and let his eyes roll into the back of his head. The two of them were like that for a while, tangled in the cramped closet as Eddie began to thrust and hump whilst Buck bit back moans and shifted back to take more and more of Eddie in him. As they did each thrust seemed to spawn a new memory, the first time they had met, the bonding they had done, the jobs they had been through…a wedding. As they did Buck could remember the first time he was sleeping with Eddie and just how good it felt to be submissive, just how nice it felt to do whatever Eddie wanted in bed, even if that meant topping him and being the one in charge for a while. It was more so for Eddie’s benefit and he felt good either way.
Eddie on the other hand found a new spark of dominance in him, one who wanted to exercise control in his life and in the bedroom. He loved the sounds that he could strangle out of Buck, the whispers and moans and muttered curses and the delicious way he said his name. It was the hottest sex he ever had in his life, the most loving, the best, but then again everything with Buck was like that.
It didn’t take either of them long to realise they were reaching climax as Eddie could feel like his thoughts, his memories, for some reason they had been detached all day. But now they were growing tighter, like tentacles wrapping around his brain, latching on, stuck.
“Buck…Baby look at me…” Eddie said as he looked over and saw Buck make the effort to turn and finally he couldn’t ignore that half lidded look of pure pleasure. He dove in, he kissed him and with it, he came. Buck, always the good boy, came only after Eddie did but it happened so soon after that they may as well have cum together. It was like the act of both their orgasms had somehow doubled the pleasure for both of them, like they were so connected that they could feel each other that deeply.
The ecstasy that was rushing through both their systems enraptured their entire bodies, making them spasm against each other like their entire bodies were desperately kissing to do something, anything that made them express the amount of energy that was ricocheting through them.
For a single solitary moment, there was no closet, there was no Buck nor Eddie, just two things like they were concepts feeling pure unadulterated bliss. Some would say there was no such thing as perfect sex but both Buck and Eddie seemed to somehow put that to the test as their pent up, hot and sweaty bodies rode against each other and they hadn’t even realised it was their fourth or fifth (or however many) orgasm until their heads flared red with pressure.
Both of them didn’t care about the noise they made, the mess they would have to clean up before scuttling out or the feeling they were forgetting something important.
All they could do, all they would ever do was let themselves fuck and ride out the pleasure the way they did everything nowadays. Together.
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Eddie’s voice carried through the apartment with the easy confidence of someone who’d said that same line hundreds of times. It was accented with that of keys jingling, plastic rustling, heavy boots against the wood laminate. He hated doing the shopping, usually. But since his husband was ill he would suffer the pain of a grocery run. He nudged the door close with his heel and frowned at the lack of reply.
“Buck?” Eddie called, softer this time as he let the bags fall on the countertop of the open kitchen and stepped through further inside. The summer evening was warm with dying twilight, the last golden wash of the day had decided to grace them and soften the edges of their living room. He looked and saw that it was still more or less the same as the morning, a jacket slung over the couch (his), a pair of running shoes by the door (Buck’s), a half finished mug of coffee (definitely his). He stepped deeper into the living room, the place was nice, almost perfect. Buck had joked that maybe Eddie had already decorated the place when they came to the viewing because of how well suited to them it seemed.
That’s me alright, man with the magic touch, he joked though he knew it could have been true. It probably was. Along the wall were a series of framed photographs that both Buck and Eddie had gathered from their own apartments, training days shots, Eddie with his squad, pictures of the 118, one of their wedding day.
Most were just group pictures of proud smiles and heavy gear, Buck had become the resident photographer and seemed to always take the best candids at the worst moments, usually when the alarm had gone off and they had an emergency to deal with. They were all used to it by now.
“In here…” Buck’s voice called, his words smudged by a blocked nose as he took a deep sniff with air that barely reached inside his nostrils. He walked into the living room, hunched over and with the bathroom door left open. Again. Eddie rolled his eyes.
“You’re supposed to say bienvenido de nuevo.”
“What?” Buck blinked as he flopped back onto the couch.
“Ugh come on honey, I say cariño, ya llegué which is…” Eddie started and looked at Buck expectantly. He could see the man thinking for a moment, his brain trying to spark something behind his tired eyes and then he grinned tiredly.
“No, honey I’m home…I’m home. God I swear I gotta get you Spanish lessons cus clearly I suck as a teacher.”
“Baby I can barely speak English right now let alone Spanish,” Buck chuckled as he tried and failed again to sniff and get some air in through his nose. “I mean who the hell gets a flu in July?”
“You do,” chuckled Eddie. “Which is why I am going to make you some soup. Cus god you need it.”
“I love you.” The declaration, one that they had said to each other a thousand times before, came at such a surprise that it caught Eddie off guard.
He still remembered enough of his old self that it felt alien having a…character tell him that. He just smiled and leaned forward, giving Buck a long kiss. Buck clearly needed it because he moaned and sat up, kissing back more before Eddie had to tear himself away.
“I’ll go make it now,” he whispered before he sat up and stretched, preparing himself for the incoming questions about work. He already informed Chimney and Maddie to not inform Buck of anything wild that happened. Partially to make sure his husband didn’t worry.
Mostly because he wasn’t quite so sure Buck wouldn’t force himself to come along to the next crisis, flu blanket and all. So he had spent the grocery trip already rehearsing some little white lies and rehearsed them again as he went to unpack the groceries and of course Buck began to ask.
“No…nothing much just y’know, one of those cat in the tree days,” he’d say or something like that.
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Eddie stared at the phone long and hard and then glanced back towards Buck. He didn’t need to see him, he just wanted his face to at least be able to get a glance just out the corner of his eye. He saw Buck sniffling and rubbing his red nose, contemplating his next question with a sly smile like he was trying to catch Eddie out. But Buck, ever oh so observant Buck, who knew Eddie better than Eddie knew himself some days just looked at him.
“What are you looking at?” Buck asked, his wavy hair caught in the dying light that pooled into his eyes, almost making them glow. He had sat up, leaned forward like he was some interested student at a lecture or a worshipper at the sermon. That was how he almost always looked at Eddie, especially when they were alone together. Eddie looked at him and wondered if he was happy, truly happy because Eddie was happier than he could ever be. He knew that they couldn’t stay like this.
But that didn’t mean the end.
“You,” Eddie said and it was cheesy enough to make Buck snort and relax back into the couch as Eddie smiled. He turned and glanced back at the phone.
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Eddie smiled. He wavered slightly, a sudden moment of vertigo as he could feel Nathan no longer gain the majority in that moment. Instead Nathan was pushed back to being a minor stakeholder of his mind at 49% (at best) as he became mostly Eddie again, in mind and definitely in body. He took a deep breath and swiped off the CRAFT app back to his homepage, a cropped photo of Buck from a night where they were all stuck in the station for a night, fattening themselves on pizza and beer.
Eddie took the photo and Buck hadn’t noticed, caught in a half smile with a slice of pizza, its melted cheese strung along from the end and clenched in his maw like a cat proudly beaming with a rat’s tail between their teeth. Buck hated it. Eddie loved it and so he kept it.
For the first time in his life…the chorus was gone. The song was over.
He wanted more. He got more. And they both couldn’t be any more happy as Buck and Eddie.
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