Dylan folded up the last of his new clothes and placed it in the suitcase. Even though he lived in the same town as his.. Jake's parents. Hell they used to be his grandparents! This was getting to be a mess. He knew they liked to have everyone under the roof for the same holiday. He had to keep his thoughts in order or he'd slip up in front of his family. No. They weren't his family anymore. He ran his hands through his shorter but still longer than he was used to blond hair, having let it out of it's short tail, dropping down on to the bed as he stared into the suitcase.
"Just got off the phone with mom. She's half annoyed to be adding one more to the guest list this late, but half pleased I'm finally bringing someone home." Jake said as he strode into the room. "We'll have to share a bed though. I'm not sure if she was scandalized at that or not."
"That story you told me." Dylan began, Jake got a sour look on his face, but nodded. "Don't you want your old body back, I could wish this one to look like it, then we could wish to swap, right?"
"I told you. I'm not giving this one up. First of all, my old body was a perfect, slender little bottom. I don't want to be that. I like being this." Jake motioned to his muscular form. "And a top. Second, I'm not messing with that magic more than I have to, it already burned me."
"And if I wished to be your twin?" Dylan replied, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I can't stop you, but who knows what'll happen. We could end up conjoined. Probably at the dick so we couldn't have sex anymore, either." Jake sat down next to Dylan. "I'll apologize for taking your body, even if it was your stupid wish that did it. But I'm not going to feel bad for having it. You have a body." Jake reached over and placed a hand on Dylan's thigh, "And not a bad one at that." With a finger he traced the outline of Dylan's cock against the fabric of his jeans. Before he had gone in the mirror he had no experience to compare sizes of that sort of thing, but Dylan's memories told him he was quite well above average.
"Not a bad one? It belongs to a trailer trash thief with no job, and a high school drop out, who might go to jail if the police ever get my fingerprints!" Even has he ranted Dylan could feel his cock growing stiff in his jeans from Jake's attentions.
"Then make something of it. I spent three years building this body beyond your wishes. Finishing up school. And getting used to the idea I wasn't a freak and that being a gay man was fine in these times." Jake pulled Dylan's cock free of his pants, stroking it gently. "Get a degree and a job, find a partner, live. I know you're smart, I have your memories. Even if the body you have had an idiot in it, it's your mind."
Dylan gasped softly as Jake slid to the floor, kneeling in front of Dylan and taking his cock into his mouth. Dylan swallowed hard as Jake's tongue teased the head of his cock, seemingly finding all the right spots to send shivers coursing through his body. It was better than any memory of a blowjob locked away in Dylan's memories. He leaned back with a smile on his face, one hand bracing him on the bed, the other resting in Jake's hair.
He exploded into Jake's mouth, the other man having expertly teased his cock and was now lapping up every last drop. "Don't get too used to it. My rule is birthdays, Christmases, and when you really need to be cheered up." Jake sat back on the bed, gabbing the front of Dylan's shirt and pulling him into a salty kiss.
"But you're so good at it." Dylan responded with a sly smile as the kiss broke.
"I hope you were paying attention, then. I expect them a little more frequently. You'll be an expert in no time." Jake teased back.
Dylan frowned. God, he wanted to. Badly. He reached up and put a hand on Jake's chest, feeling the firm pec through the thin fabric of his tank top. "I thought we were just putting on an act for the family so we can get the mirror."
Jake tucked some of Dylan's hair back behind his ear, it was an awkwardly tender gesture that made Dylan want to kiss him again. "It doesn't have to be an act. I'll help you get the mirror, but think it over. We might have a good thing here. The mirror can wait a while."
"it hasn't even been a day, how can you.." Dylan started but Jake interrupted.
"Exactly, it hasn't even been a day. Give it a chance." Jake grinned and Dylan wanted to just melt against that chest of his. He wasn't used to these types of feelings. And when he was himself he had always thought he'd find some girl, be a big strong man, and here he just wanted to feel safe. A kid's dream that he needed to give up on.
He kicked his jeans off the rest of the way, and pulled his shirt over his head. Naked, Dylan then crawled onto Jake's lap. "Show me how you use that monster between your legs again. I wasn't paying attention earlier."
Jake grinned eagerly as he tore his tank off over his head. "Gladly."