Take My Body (Curse Bound 2)

“I’m going to bend you over that bed. And I’m going to make you beg for my dick,” he uttered, tightening his hand on Jordan’s throat as they gravitated through the dusky room, toward the place where Caspian would become the man he’d always wanted to be.

Jordan’s consent was a broken mewl, but as he touched Caspian’s groin, a rapping at the door startled them both before they could have made it to the bed.

Caspian looked over the shoulder, but he wasn’t expecting anyone, and Jordan wouldn’t have invited any friends without asking him first, so he pushed his hand under Jordan’s top and pawed at his to-be lover’s smoothly shaven chest. A jolt of arousal made his toes curl when he buried his face in the hot neck, but the knocking wouldn’t stop, intent on breaking them apart.

This couldn’t be Jordan’s wife, or girlfriend, or something, could it?

“I know you’re fucking in there!” said a high-pitched, but male, voice. “I do not agree to this!”

Jordan offered Caspian a confused stare. “Mistake?”

But Caspian froze when he realized how familiar the voice was, even though it always sounded slightly different when he was the one using that same mouth.

It couldn’t be.

He couldn’t have come here!

“Go away!” he roared and spun around, banging his fist against the door. That did shut up Gunner, but his silence only lasted for a second.

“You want me to make a scene? I can make a fucking scene! That’s my dick, my body, and my face!” He started kicking the door so hard it rattled.

Jordan stepped back, and his face fell as he adjusted his clothes. “Err, sorry, I don’t want any boyfriend drama.”

“He’s not my boyfriend. He’s—” To make his point, Caspian moved his hand to the side of his head and made a cuckoo sound.

He couldn’t fucking believe this. Jordan had been so pliant and ready, yet now he smiled in an awkward, apologetic way and went for the door as soon as he was dressed.

“Let me know when you work it out. I really wanna try this again.”

“Open the fucking door, or I’m gonna break it down!” Gunner yelled as if he still had a body that could break anything sturdier than thin plywood.

And as if Gunner wasn’t being pathetic enough, Jordan opened the door at the very moment the little shrimp chose to throw himself at it, and he fell inside, straight to the dusty carpet.

Confusion stopped Caspian from lashing out at the nosy fucker when he realized that the person picking themselves up from the floor did not match the voice he’d heard. Where there should have been brown hair, was a pale blond mane, and the garishly colorful, tight clothes revealing how tiny the intruder’s frame was didn’t resemble a single piece Caspian owned. But when the guy looked up, Caspian saw the soft features he’d been stuck with until today.

Caspian’s ears were drumming so loudly he couldn’t hear anything beyond the echo of his heartbeat.

“Is that a piercing?” he uttered and grabbed Gunner by the nape to better see the crystal glinting in Gunner’s ear.

“So… bye, we’ll be in touch,” Jordan said and shut the door behind him before Caspian could have said a thing.

Maybe it was for the better that he left. If Caspian murdered Gunner and permanently took over his body, there would be no witnesses.

“What—what the fuck have you done to me?” Caspian uttered, pulling Gunner up to his feet in a single yank.

He made a ridiculous picture in clothes that seemed to have shrunk in the washing machine, and with the ear stud, but the platinum blond hair he was sporting weirdly complimented Caspian’s face, which bore an unfamiliar expression.

This was the ugly scowl that had twisted Gunner’s mouth when he’d yanked Caspian’s backpack off in high school, or pushed him into the swimming pool. Only that it looked much less threatening on the gentle features of Caspian’s own face.

Almost cute.

Gunner frowned and glanced all the way down to the lilac high-tops he wore instead of normal shoes. “I made you presentable, so you look your age, not like a middle-aged accountant.”

Caspian tightened his hands on Gunner’s shoulders—or were they his? He wasn’t sure anymore—and frowned at him. “Those tight-fitting clothes. That hair… are you trying to hook up with guys? Are you gay?”

For a moment of hesitation Gunner seemed so lost Caspian almost patted the fucker’s shoulder in support, but Gunner was right back to his shitty attitude. “N-No! But you are, so I just… like… I had to go with the flow. Your friend Alex helped me pick it all out, and he knows you, so it’s for you.”

Caspian’s mind came to a halt before exploding with rage so hot Gunner might find himself burnt. “Alex is not my friend! He made you wear that? And dye your hair?” he asked, tugging on a fluffy strand so hard Gunner flinched.