Take My Body (Curse Bound 2)

Gunner could barely breathe, so he washed his face, standing on the very edge of the stall.

“But—”

“No ‘buts’. I’ve got the perfect dick, don’t you think?”

Gunner bit his lip as he glanced at the thick tool, but then compared it to the one attached to his own new body. “I’m not… too small, right?” he asked, suddenly self-conscious.

Caspian stalled, and his gaze slid down Gunner’s stomach, to his soft cock. It was unnerving to see him take his time with the answer, but he shook his head in the end and took Gunner’s hand. “No. It fits you. And it tastes good too. We don’t all have to be the same,” he whispered, pulling Gunner under the artificial rain, which sank into Gunner’s fluffy blond hair and drizzled down his body.

Gunner hesitated, but wrapped his arms around Caspian’s waist, putting his cheek against the meaty pec. “I have… obligations in my life. I can’t just become a happy-go-lucky twink. That’s not me.”

But when Caspian’s arms locked around him, there was nothing he wanted more than to remain his sweet, pliant boy. To let Caspian take care of him. To sleep in a soft bed and no longer worry whether he’d have food on the table next week. To no longer feel the weight of the world on shoulders that, while strong and sturdy, always felt like they were about to crack.

Caspian kissed the top of Gunner’s head and reached for the shower gel. The fruity scent of the soap Gunner had brought here yesterday perfumed the damp air. “There’s the debt and Noah. Anything else?”

Gunner could have melted into Caspian and the comfort he provided by suggesting that no problem was without a solution. “It’s not that simple. I have to make the payments on time, and I don’t exactly have a steady job. The debt keeps coming at me like a wave that can’t be stopped. And then I don’t know how to handle Sandy, even though I don’t think she even likes me.”

“You no longer need to worry about her.”

Gunner stopped breathing and looked up into the dark eyes. “You killed her? No! She’s annoying, but not—”

Caspian frowned. “What?” He stepped back before Gunner could have reacted. “What the fuck? I just made her move out. Did you kill someone that it was even an idea in your head?” he asked with a squeaky note in his voice.

“No!” Gunner said quickly. “I just…don’t know you that well, and thought maybe you wanted to kill someone without consequences. Since it’s not your body…” Caspian’s deepening frown made him shut up. “I got it. I’m happy you don’t.”

Caspian blinked, resting his hands on his hips with his gaze stern as if he’d been born to become a drill sergeant. “You better not, because bullying and dealing drugs are one thing, but murder crosses the line of things I could live with.”

Gunner spread his arms, frustrated by how short they were. The come-at-me! gesture didn’t work so well when he was five-three. “I’ve done some bad shit, but I’m not a murderer! Wait. Sandy. She didn’t take my cat, did she?”

Caspian shook his head and stepped closer, rubbing his soaped-up hands down Gunner’s shoulders. “No. She said he was yours. Does he need to see a vet over this leaking nose?”

Shame hit Gunner like a bag of bricks, and he lowered his gaze, but that resulted in even greater awkwardness when he zeroed in on Caspian’s dick. “I can’t afford it right now…”

Caspian was silent as he massaged the sweet-smelling foam into Gunner’s neck before moving his hands to the smooth chest. “Actually, you can.”

Gunner stroked up all the way to Caspian’s pec and put his hand over his heart. “I can?”

Caspian exhaled but didn’t stop lathering Gunner’s body. “I won’t lie that I’m not dreading my credit card bill for after the spree you’ve had yesterday, but Fluffer needs some help. We’ll make it happen.”

Gunner smiled and arched into Caspian’s touch like a happy cat. He’d sometimes dreamed what living as a pet would be like. Taken care of, fed, and free to lounge in the sun all day. “Thanks. I love the little fucker,” he admitted.

“What about your brother though? What did you end up telling him?”

Gunner closed his eyes when Caspian went on to wash his hair and soapy suds slipped down his face. “A thing only I’d know, and he believed it was me. Maybe he’ll be able to help us. Don’t… I didn’t tell him I’m gay though, so keep that on the down low.”

He sensed Caspian’s judgment in the way he slowed down the scalp massage, and while he braced himself for the questions coming his way, he still felt defenseless when Caspian spoke.

“Why not? What’s the big issue? He seemed fine with it when he saw us.”