You get to bed and can’t shut your eyes. Your brain brings you to contemplate what sort of situation you brought yourself into. How would Travis react if he’d learn that your best friend from whom he had nothing to worry about, your words, now had quite a crush on you? You contemplate your feelings on this whole situation, wondering how your life would be, somehow, if Paul had always been gay and you would always have been his type, mostly. You ask yourself what are your feelings about him, could they be more than friendship, despite the weirdness? As as you ponder, you faintly see the red digits on your old clock turn to 12:21 am, and you feel yourself numbing into slumber.
As your spirit falls slowly asleep, you dream of Travis and Paul, your older memories being entertwined with the more recent ones to a confused point where you don’t even no anymore who of these three gents is you, not even yourself. The dreams get quieter, lighter, as you find yourself kissing and caressing both of them simultaneously, as they kiss and caress you.
"I hope you’re dreaming of me", you hear a voice whisper in your ear. Groggily, your eyes open as two teeth bite your ear playfully. It’s the middle of the night and, confused, you wonder why you expected Travis to be the one waking you up like such, his erect member pressing on the fabric of your boxers. In an impulse, you grab Paul’s neck and pull him to your lips, as your other hand runs on his body swiflty. You feel the shivers through his smooth body, as he also starts playing with your chest hair, softly.
A voice in your head seems to want you to stop this, as if you were betraying someone, maybe. But as your hand reaches Paul’s butt, which is naked to your surprise and greater satisfaction, you hush the voice : he’s your boyfriend, after all. Your hands slide fast to your own hips as you buck yourself up to get rid of those undesired boxers. As your eyes get accustomed to the darkness, you can make the shape of things with more ease. Paul’s hungry and playful eyes staring down at you, inflamed with desire and lust grows your shaft to it’s fuller extent, as you grab both of yours in your hand and start sliding it.
Some several, long, sweaty, moany minutes later, your bodies collapse together on the matress and you snuggle him between your arms. His reaction of disdain reminds you that he doesn’t like getting sticky, which was already the cased before you pressed your naked bodies together. Still, he kisses you as he pulls out of your embrace.
"I’m gonna take a shower. Care to join?"
"Sure", you answer without hesitation, but as you put yourself upright on your elbows, you add "But first, I wanna know why you didn’t come to bed earlier. Was there a problem?"
"You had asked me to sleep on the couch, remember?"
For a moment, you’re speechless, then you share your concern. "Yes, but I forgot why."
"Hum… Well, remember the ring you showed me?"
"Yes", you answer hesitantly, as you’re scared you’re starting to understand.
"Well, I told you I had a crush on you, and"
"Obviously, and I on you", you interrupt your boyfriend.
"Sure, but it wasn’t so when we went to bed. I was upset and jealous of Travis, and I couldn’t fall asleep. So I kissed the ringing, hoping to switch the relationship he had with you."
"With Travis? But that’s insane. He’s been my best friend for as long as I can remember. He’ll be back in town tomorrow, just ask him."
"I know! Well, I mean, it’s like a part of me knows that I used to be your best friend, but I have no memory whatsoever of us before we met a few months ago. It’s so weird, ‘cause I feel like I lost something precious, but I don’t even know what exactly. I guess I should have been more careful with my wishes."
"Ok", you say, astonished, as you clearly remember doing sports, homeworks and all other kinds of activities with Travis since ages, and you also remember noticing Paul at the pool some time ago, as well as that day a couple months ago when he finally made a move on you. He was so obvious, you don’t even know why you didn’t make the first steps.
"Ok Paul, sure. Let’s say I believe you. I’ll definitely need a shower to put my mind back on tracks, but there’s one last thing : if that is true, do you know what else has been switched?"
You distincly hear Paul gulp, as he thinks fast of his answer.
"Actually..."