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“I swear, if you say ‘I wish I was gay’ one more time, I’m going to lose it.”
Steve felt himself blush slightly in embarrassment at his roommate Bart’s half-joking threat, which was accompanied by a dead eyed glare that made Steve feel equal parts threatened and guilty. Steve knew that Bart, his best friend and roommate, wasn’t just being arbitrary. He knew that complaining about how gay guys had it easier in the dating world was a bit of a cliche, and could come off as somewhat rude considering it ignored all the other stuff that gay people had to put up with, but Steve just couldn’t help himself. For some reason he just couldn’t get it out of his mind that when it came to dating, gay people had it easier.
The problem started with the fact that Steve and Bart were incredibly similar. That in of itself wasn’t a problem, as being similar had actually helped them get along well as both roommates and friends. They were both fairly average white guys, with short brown hair, little in the way of body or facial hair, and somewhat scrawny builds. They were both sociology majors who wanted to get into social work. They were both only children, both from small towns, and even shared the same favorite food, blueberry muffins. The two of them had been two peas in a pod since they had met in freshman year, and considered the other the person they were closest to in the entire school. There were only two big differences between the two of them, and that was what was currently driving Steve crazy. One, Bart was gay while Steve was straight, and two, Bart got laid constantly, well Steve went without.
Steve wasn’t sure why, but it seemed like the things that made Bart popular with guys, also made Steve repulsive to women. The jocks that Bart liked to date loved his lithe, hairless body, to the point it seemed like they were drooling over it sometimes. Any girl Steve showed even remote interest in seemed to think that his size and lack of body hair made him less of a man, something many of them weren’t shy about sharing. Steve’s general nervousness made it hard for him to even talk to women, but for Bart being shy was considered super cute, and had gotten many macho men to take him home with them. Just the thought of how unfair it all was irked Steve, and filled him with a pit in his stomach he couldn’t get to go away. Still, he had never blamed Bart, and certainly didn’t want his new found envy to get in the way of their friendship.
“I… I’m sorry man, I know I’m being… kind of a buzz kill.” Steve said guiltily, sitting down next to Bart with a sigh “It’s just… Why do you get so many dates when I get nothing? I mean, we’re almost identical, but I can’t get a girl for the life of me, while you’re like catnip for gay men.” Steve groaned, wallowing in his own self pity. Steve could feel Bart’s dead eyed glare on him once again, before Bart rolled his eyes with a fond exasperation.
“Maybe it’s because you whine so much.” Bart teased, nudging Steve with his elbow and managing to get a slight chuckle out of his straight friend.
“Yeah, maybe. God I sound like one of those jerks online who complain about women, don’t I?” Steve said, smiling slightly but looking down in embarrassment and shame “I just… I don’t know man, I kind of thought college would be my chance to branch out. But here I am, junior year, not having had a single real girlfriend. I guess I… I just wish I knew what it would be like to be you for a night.” Steve admitted, suddenly feeling a bit more vulnerable as he got to what he felt was the heart of his envy.
Bart looked at Steve, the mix of fond exasperation and annoyance on his face melting into sympathy at Steve’s words, before suddenly morphing into the playful smile of someone who has just had a clever, possibly dangerous idea. “... What if you could?”
“Huh? What do you mean?” Steve asked, looking at Bart in confusion
“A spell dude! What if we cast an attunement spell?” Bart said, getting up and running over to a nearby closet and beginning to haphazardly pull out old books and strange materials. This was another thing that Steve and Bart actually had in common. By sheer luck, they had both come from families with experience in magic.
The existence of magic wasn’t exactly something most people knew about, so it had been quite a shock when Steve had accidentally found some of Bart's spell books upon moving in. Bart’s grandmother, who had lived with Bart and his parents for most of his life, was a powerful witch who had insisted on teaching her precious grandson a few things before sending him off to the big city. Steve’s father on the other hand, a somewhat stern but caring older man who always made the insecure Steve feel better about himself, was a shopkeeper who owned a small, discreet business selling potion ingredients and magical artifacts. The two had quickly bonded over their shared knowledge about magic, and over the two years they had lived together they had managed to slowly learn to use it themselves, though they only did so in rare circumstances… or to deal with a bad hangover.
“An attunement spell? What are you talking about? Attunement spells are meant to temporarily connect a person and their familiar, to give the caster some of their familiars strength. It’s not meant to, like, swap bodies or something.” Steve said, looking at Bart with confusion as he excitedly pulled out an old magic book and the wand his grandmother had given him in case of emergencies. “Not to mention, we don’t even have a familiar. The stupid landlord doesn’t allow cats.”
“I’m not talking about a regular attunement spell man, I’m talking about a two way attunement spell!” Bart explained, turning the book to a specific page“It’s a newer variant on an attunement spell that lets two casters attune themselves with each other. Well attuned, the casters will each have combined physical strength, magical power, and have traits that belong to each of them. Usually it’s used by covens to make sure they're in sync before performing a particularly delicate ritual, but it should work for us.” Bart said as he began to look over the spell intently.
“So, it’d be like we’d be fused into one guy, but… we’d still have both our bodies?” Steve asked, struggling to wrap his mind around the idea since he had less practical experience with magic.
“Sort of, yeah! It’d temporarily make us even more similar than we already are, and give us a boost! We’d be stronger, look better, and even be able to tell what the other person is thinking! Plus, if we focus during the spell, and change a couple words, we can pick out specific traits that we’ll share, so… you’ll be gay for the night!” Bart said.
“What!?” Steve yelled out in shock
“Well, bisexual. Like I said, we’d be a mix of us both, so we’d have both your attraction to women, and my love of men.” Bart said “... c’mon, you said this is what you wanted, right?” Bart said, seeing the apprehension on Steve’s face
“Well… yeah, I did, but…” Steve’s voice caught in his throat. It wasn’t that the idea of being bisexual frightened him or anything, Steve had always been very accepting of gay people, but the idea of essentially merging himself and Bart, even temporarily, was a little daunting. He and Bart were best friends, but this sounded like they’d practically be one person. Still, he and Bart were already so alike… “... And we’re sure this is going to be safe, right?” Steve asked
“Completely man! Like I said, attunement spells are performed by covens all the time. Worst comes to worst, we end up with some scrambled memories for a few days as our bodies try to figure out which of us is which.” Bart said, not seeming to realize that this didn’t make Steve feel better. Still, despite the poor attempt at comfort, Steve relented.
“... Alright. We can try it for a night.” Steve said with a sigh, giving in to the excitement on his best friend's face. Bart smiled, widely and excitedly, and went back to reading his spell book.
“Alright, since it’s just the two of us and not a group, this should be a lot easier. All we have to do is both drink this…” Bart handed Steve a small vial of pearly white liquid that smelled faintly of lavender “And then recite this spell together well holding hands.”
Bart and Steve quickly headed over to the couch, their potions and spellbook in hand. Steve jokingly clinked his vial against Bart’s, before they each downed the white liquid. The potion was surprisingly cool and smooth, and felt almost like what he imagined drinking liquid gold or mercury would be like, yet tasted like the ocean, like salt water and sea foam. Steve took Bart's hands in his own, feeling a strange warm feeling in his stomach as he did, one he couldn’t quite place. Steve almost didn’t realize he was speaking as the incantation flowed from both his and Bart’s mouth, and the familiar feeling of magic fluttered in the air. As the last syllable left his mouth, Steve suddenly felt the warmth in his stomach grow, engulfing his entire body. No, actually, his bodies. Both of his bodies. As he stared into Bart’s eyes, suddenly, for a moment, there wasn’t a Bart, or a Steve. They felt like they were one and the same. He felt like both of them, and also someone entirely new. It was… beautiful. Him, both of him, smiled at each other as they watched their bodies change. It turned out that the “combined physical strength” that Bart had mentioned was far more literal, as the two watched their bodies packed on all the muscles that the other had. Even with both of them being fairly scrawny, the combined physiques of two men, and the aforementioned boost given by the spell, left them both far more muscular, with thick pecs, muscular arms, and rippling ads that Steve, or at least the Steve part of whoever they were now, couldn’t stop staring at. Bart’s body, those lean, manly muscles, the way his chest rose and fell with every breath… he was gorgeous. It seemed like Bart’s plan to have their sexualities combined had absolutely worked, perhaps even better than expected.
The two men, now almost entirely of one mind, looked at each other for a moment, before sharing a smile. They both went to speak, before realizing the other was talking, and quieted down to try and let the other talk, and then going to speak again before breaking out into laughter.
“Ok, Ok. I’ll go first.” Steve, or perhaps Steve’s body, said with a smile. “This is… so strange. I can almost feel your body, sense what you’re thinking and feeling. I’ve never felt more…”
“Connected.” Bart said, agreeing with his attuned best friend “It’s almost like… meeting your soulmate, or at least a snapshot of how that's supposed to feel.” Bart continued. Steve understood completely, without even having to try. It truly felt like every barrier between him and Bart had faded away. “I think it will become a bit more normal over time. Feel more like we’re just connected than the same.” Bart said
The two formerly scrawny magicians looked at each other with twin grins, already knowing what the other was thinking before they both said it “... Let's head to the club”
“Fuck man, I don’t know if I can do this.” Steve said as he and Bart stood outside their local club, The Gem. Steve and Bart had managed to spell up some new outfits, ones that were both way more fashionable and fit their new bodies much better. Steve anxiously straightened out his wifebeater tanktop, his broad shoulders tense as they moved through the crowd that had formed in front of the exclusive club.
“I know dude, I can literally feel your anxiety, remember.” Bart said, playfully hitting Steve on the shoulder “Look, you need to calm down. If we look super anxious, we’re not going to even get into the club, much less get laid.” Bart said “Hey, look… you’re not alone.” he whispered, putting one of his meaty hands on Steve’s shoulder. Steve felt himself relax almost instantly. He wasn’t alone. He had his best friend with him. He could do this. They could do this.
Steve looked at Bart and smiled slightly “... You’re right. If we’re going to do this, we’ve got to have some confidence. C’mere.” Steve reached over, unbuttoned a few more buttons on Bart’s white dress shirt, revealing even more of his chest, and ruffled his roommate's short hair in a way that looked both distressed and sexy “There. Now, walk with your chest puffed out, say nothing, and think about all those fuckbois you look at on the internet.” Steve said with a teasing smile, getting a slight blush from Bart as they swaggered forward. Steve could tell their “fuckboi walk” looked more than a little overexaggerated, but could also tell from the lusty looks on the faces of other club goers that with their new and improved physiques it didn’t really matter. With a nod from the incredibly muscular bouncer, whose pecs Steve couldn’t stop staring at, the two headed inside.
“God did you see that guy's chest? Fuck I never thought I’d want to grope a guy. This whole thing is so heady.” Steve whispered to Bart, still somewhat reeling from his new bisexuality.
“You think you feel weird? Try being attracted to girls for the first time! I never realized how hard it is to not gawk at girls! Seriously, is it always hard not to stare at girls' boobs, or are you just a total nympho?” Bart teased jokingly as they headed past the coat room and into the main club.
The two stared in awe as they entered the main room of the club, the flashing lights and beautiful people almost instantly drawing them in. Even with Bart’s more successful track record of getting into clubs and hookups, he had never managed to get into a place this cool before. They both looked around, at the bar, the dance floor, the wanton grinding, and felt excitement grow in them. They just needed to find out where to start.
“... We should head to the bar first. That's always the best place to pick up guys. And girls, I assume.” Bart said, walking towards the bustling bar and quickly ordering two drinks for them. Able to sense Steve’s trepidation through their connection, Bart grinned at the other man “Don’t worry. I’ll be right here to wingman you. Just let me know who catches your eye, and we’ll get started.” He said, gesturing to the club around them, full of gorgeous young people who Steve couldn’t help but be entranced by. Eventually, Steve’s eyes fell on a red headed college girl, ordering a drink at the other end of the bar. Steve knew he had said he wanted to experience being gay, but he figured he should at least start out with the gender he was more comfortable flirting with, and something about the way the red head’s hair curled around her shoulders had captured his attention. He looked at Bart, who gave a little smirk and a little nod, before they both grabbed their drinks, downed them with surprising speed, and headed over to the girl. The young woman, who had to be around Steve’s age, maybe a year younger, looked over at the boys as they approached, her eyes trailing up and down their muscular bodies as they did. She bit her lip slightly, clearly interested, before meeting Steve’s eyes.
“Hey there. Either of you looking for a drink?” the girl asked, her emerald green eyes shining with unhidden lust as she patted the seat next to her. Steve froze, his old trepidation and awkwardness coming back for just a moment, before the feeling of Bart’s presence in his mind calmed him down. He grinned confidently and took a seat next to the girl, Bart casually sliding in on the other side.
“I could go for a little something.” Steve said with a playful smile as he looked into the girls strikingly green eyes “... names Steve. This is my friend Bart.” Steve said, introducing them both with a surprising casual smoothness he didn’t know he had
“Jenny.” The girl said simply, still smiling slightly “... why don’t I let one of you boys buy me a drink.” She suggested flirtatiously
“I think my man Steve can do that. He’s pretty good at satisfying a girl's thirst if you know what I mean.” Bart said, sending a playful wink at Steve. Steve blushed, worried Bart had been too forward, but relaxed when Jenny laughed and moved a little closer to him.
“Oh yeah? I can see that. Tall drink of water like you.” She said, letting one of her hands drift up to Steve’s arm and groping at his new, muscular bicep.
“Oh yeah?” Steve said, feeling a rush of confidence as the beautiful woman before him felt up his new muscles “You… want to take a sip?” he said with a flirtatious smile and a coy wink, leaning closer to the red head. Jenny laughed again, equal parts amused and intrigued
“You try to hide it… but you’re not very used to flirting, are you?” Jenny said suddenly, throwing Steve off balance. Bart tried to step in and say something, to help Steve recover,, but Jenny quickly shut both of their objections down. “Don’t try and deny it. It’s not a bad thing. I just know that most of the playboys at this place wouldn’t wait this long before trying to get handsy.”
“Really? We’ve only been talking for a few minutes.” Steve said, his new cool persona being dropped from the shock. Jenny laughed again at this.
“For some people that's enough. But I like that you didn’t just go straight at it. Shows you actually know how to treat a girl with some respect.” She said with another flirtatious smile “... helps that you’re cute too.” She added
Steve blushed and rubbed the back of his head, indirectly flexing one of his biceps. “Cute huh?” He asked with a smile “... Look, I’m not really looking for anything serious, if that's what you want. But if you just want to have some fun…”
Jenny rolled her eyes playfully, before taking Steve by the hand and beginning to lead him away. She looked back at Bart with a grin “We’ll be back in half an hour. Maybe an hour. Unless… you want to come with us?” She said suddenly. Bart and Steve both stared at her for a moment.
“Are… are you serious?” Bart asked, shocked
“Well yeah. Like I said, I like cute guys. And watching you try to wingman your friend, being all supportive, was actually pretty cute.” Jenny said “My friend of mine has access to a room they use for private parties sometimes, so the three of us can get some time alone. That is, if you both want to.” She said,
Both boys looked at her for a moment, before looking at each other, and then looking back at Jenny with a grin “Oh yeah, we’re in.”
Jenny grinned, and gestured for both of them to follow her. “Dude.” Bart whispered “I think we just hit the jackpot.”
“Ah! Oooooh! God yes!”
Jenny moaned wantonly, her red hair splayed messily across the couch behind her as both Bart and Steve rocketed in and out of her. Steve still couldn’t quite believe that the first girl they had approached in the club had actually suggested a threesome. He had seen literal magic before, but somehow this was more unbelievable. What was even more surprising was how good at it he and Bart were! The two seemed to move in perfect synchronicity, Bart’s eight inch cock pulling out just before Steve’s 9 inch monster pushed in. Steve suspected that their sudden ability to double team a girl expertly was because of the attunement spell, as was the fact that he could almost feel the pleasure Bart was experiencing as they moved together, but that didn’t mean that the sudden skill in the bedroom wasn’t a major ego boost. Beneath the two of them Jenny writhed and moaned, overwhelmed by the duo's carefully timed attack on her body. Steve’s eyes kept darting between Jenny, who was currently braless and writhing in pleasure as Steve groped one of her tits, and Bart, who Steve was currently experiencing some very confusing feelings for. He knew he was attracted to guys now, the hard on he got just passing by the bouncer from earlier was enough to confirm that, but feeling attracted to Bart, his best friend, who he was also now mentally entangled with, was a little strange, especially since they were both naked and currently had their cocks rubbing against each other as they fucked a gorgeous woman. The good part was that at least he knew he wasn’t alone, he could sense the confused, aroused feelings in Bart’s mind too.
Steve stared at Bart, and felt Bart stare back, Jenny’s moaning fading into the background for just a moment as the two had a silent conversation in their minds. Steve looked at Bart, shirtless, muscular, covered in sweat, and felt something catch in his chest. It wasn’t just that Bart looked sexy as fuck in his new body. It was that… It was Bart. His excitable, funny, supportive best friend, the guy he could always go for, for anything. He felt like something had shifted inside of him, under all the magic and muscles. Something had changed, or awakened, or perhaps was just realized. What had happened wasn’t clear, but what was clear was this: Steve wanted Bart. And Bart felt the same way. Still fucking and groping the big tittied red head beneath him, Steve reached over, grabbed Bart by his short brown hair, and pulled him into a passionate, almost desperate kiss. Bart was surprised for a moment, even with their connection, but quickly reciprocated, kissing back needily. The two kissed for what felt like hours, but had probably been less than a minute, when they heard the sound of a familiar chuckle. They pulled apart, looked down, and each blushed heavily as they realized that they had just made out in front of Jenny, well fucking her. Jenny, thankfully, seemed to be into it.
“Don’t stop on my account boys. I’m loving the show.” She said with a saucy wink “Although, I could use some love too…” She said with a playful pout, before slowly grabbing Bart and pulling him into a kiss, which he returned lustfully. Steve felt a spark of envy at seeing the two kiss, but that quickly died out as Bart began to motorboat Jenny, and all other feelings were drowned in just. Steve moaned at Bart, face still deep in Jenny’s tits, reached over and began to jerk off Steve’s thick cock, which moments before had been inside of Jenny, just as Bart’s was now.
The three spent the next hour in a haze of lust, grinding, groping, fucking, sucking and kissing, before the trio collapsed into a heap on the couch, exhausted and covered in sex and sweat. They laid there, together for some time, enjoying the afterglow, before Jenny finally broke the silence.
“Was that the first time you guys kissed?” She said with a slight, teasing smile, one that made both boys blush and avoid eye contact “That was, wasn’t it! Don’t be embarrassed guys. You actually make a really cute couple.” She said, grabbing her bra and putting it back on
“Oh, uh, we’re not…” Steve trailed off, unable to continue with his half hearted objection as he felt Bart’s hand gently graze against his own. He could feel the mix of trepidation and hope in both his and Bart’s chest, and knew they had to talk. Jenny looked at the two, who were now looking in each others eyes, and rolled her own playfully
“Yeah, sure. Here's my number. Call me if you ever want to do this again, or hey, maybe just to hang out. You guys seem cool.” She said, before handing them her phone number, putting on her top, fixing up her hair, winking at the boys, and confidently sauntering out
“... You know, I never wanted to fuck women before, and I’ll probably never sleep with a woman again, but I’m glad she was the one I slept with.” Bart said with a slight chuckle, still blushing a little as he got up and looked around for his pants
“Yeah. She was pretty cool. If I had to sleep with a woman for the last time, I'm glad it was her.” Steve said
“The last time? What's that supposed to mean?” Bart said, a slight, confused smile on his face
“Well, it would be a little rude to keep sleeping with girls now that I’m your boyfriend.” Steve said with a surprisingly sly grin that made Bart blush deeply
“I… boyfriend?” Bart asked hopefully “But… you’re going to become straight again when the spell wears off!”
“Dude, unless I suddenly forget literally everything that happened in the last few hours, I’m still going to be plenty attracted to you.” Steve said with a slight chuckle “Plus… I think maybe I had some feelings for you in the first place and didn’t realize. Thinking about it now, that might explain why I was so upset about you getting laid.” Steve continued with a blush. Before he could continue, Bart launched himself at Steve and kissed him deeply. Steve quickly melted into the kiss, his arms wrapping around his new boyfriend happily. Eventually they pulled apart, their faces still very close together as they smiled and enjoyed just… being there together
“... We should probably get out of here. I’m not sure how long we can be here without Jenny before we’ll get kicked out.” Bart said with a chuckle, a slight red blush still on his face.
“Yeah, probably…” Steve said “... I’m going to miss feeling you in my mind like this. It’s like you’re always with me. It’s… amazing.” Steve admitted
“Yeah, but we’ll need some space eventually. And we can always do the ritual again sometime.” Bart said, putting his arm around Steve’s waist as they walked out “... I am going to miss the muscles though.” Bart admitted
“We could just start working out.” Steve said, before both started laughing, knowing they absolutely would not be doing that.
“A gym date? Seriously?” Bart asked, looking at Steve with a mix of amusement and annoyance. It had been three months since Steve and Bart’s little magical experiment had led to their three way and the realization they had feelings for each other. Although, Bart would later admit he had had a crush on Steve for some time, so really it was Steve’s realization alone. Things had been a little strange once the spell had worn off and their minds had reverted to normal, but Steve had been right when he predicted that that night had awakened something in him, and although he wasn’t attracted to most guys, Bart had become a very big exception. It had been awkward figuring out their emotions and how to start dating when they were already living together, especially since they could no longer tell what the other was thinking and feeling, but they had managed to make it work and had been very happy together. They had decided to stay monogamous after that night, but did end up calling Jenny again, and became good friends with the red headed girl, who took the fact that they were much smaller than they had been when she hooked up with them in surprising stride. Steve was personally beginning to become suspicious that she knew about magic, or was even a magical creature herself, but after using an intentions spell to check if she meant them harm and finding nothing, he decided to let her tell them in her own time. Anyways, it turned out that she wasn’t the only one who missed the muscles, as Steve found he couldn’t stop thinking about them. Eventually he got up the courage to head to the local gym, and had actually managed to put on a good twenty pounds of all natural muscle over the last couple months. Now he was hoping to convince Bart to go with him, despite Bart’s… obvious skepticism.
“C’mon babe, it’ll be fun!” Steve said, sounding far more carefree and fulfilled than he had been a few months ago. “I can introduce you to all my gym friends, and show you how to do all the exercises! And hey, you even get to watch me work out.” Steve said with a flirty wink and a flex of his new biceps, which got Bart to both snort and blush.
“God, when did my boyfriend become a meathead?” Bart teased playfully, before Steve got closer to him and pulled him into a kiss.
“You know you love it.” Steve whispered, before taking Bart by the hand and dragging him towards the school's gym “Come on. We’ll start out slow, I promise.”
“I know we’ve literally been in a sort of hivemind together, but I swear, there are some things about you I will never understand.” Bart joked, getting a loud laugh from Steve as they walked in together.
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