I walked into the gym and rolled my eyes at the scene in front of me. With a sigh, I decided to continue the charade just to see how far they'd take it.
"Ray, Tommy, Grant," I said nodding to each of the guys in front of me. "Thought you didn't like this place Ray."
"Grant asked me to drop over, so I thought I'd give it a second chance," he told me. I looked at his impressive body, thick heavy muscle wrapped up in a skin that contrasted perfectly against the yellow tank he was wearing.
"So what are you doing here?" asked Tommy licking his lip.
Tommy was equally as impressive, although younger than Ray by a couple of years.
"Heard Grant was at the gym, thought I'd stop by." Grant looked nervous, but when he heard me mention his name a smile burst across his face.
"Its good to see you brother, been too long."
"Yeah, too long," I echoed and looked around the gym. "Is it always this empty?"
Ray glanced at Grant. "Yeah, real quiet. I haven't been here long, but Tommy and my man here have been here for a couple of hours."
"Really?" I asked. The nervousness on Grant's face returned, and he frowned at Ray.
"So what have you been up to Tommy?" I probed. "I know you've been on holiday for a couple of weeks."
Tommy blinked a couple of times, and I watched Ray. "Yeah," Tommy stuttered, " a couple of weeks in LA. I went with Grant, we even went Venice beach."
"Oh, that kinda surprises me," I replied. "A month ago, you were bitching about how Grant was a complete asshole."
Tommy paused and thought for a moment. "Well, people change," he finally replied.
They thought they were smart, but I could see what was going on. "Ok, I'm bored with this game." I turned to Grant, "Our little secret? I told you on the condition that you would keep it to yourself."
The colour flushed from Grant's face. "I didn't tell anyone," he eyes flicked towards Ray, "I didn't say anything."
I sighed and nodded towards the mirror behind Ray. I could easily see Tommy's vest lifted with Ray's hand pushed deep into his back.
Ray looked behind. "Aww fuck."
"Yeah, I'd agree."
Ray pulled his hand free, and Tommy stumbled sideways into Grant's arms. "Shit," he exclaimed lowering the young bodybuilder to the floor.
I shook my head. "How long were you inside him?"
"All the time we were on holiday," Ray replied.
"Days! How many days where you inside him," I growled.
Ray flinched in surprise. "Twenty-one days," he eventually replied.
"Shit," I muttered under my breath.
"What? What's wrong with Tommy?" Grant asked in a faltering voice.
"You've really fucked up. And you!" I pointed at Grant, "You should know better."
"So what's wrong with him," Ray asks.
"Mental shutdown," I replied.
"What the fuck?"
"When you're inside someone for that long, their mind shuts down--there's no stimuli from the body because you're in control."
"So how do we fix it?"
"*You* can't, but I might be able to fix him. But it will take time." I shook my head again and looked at the young jock staring up at the ceiling. "Poor fucker. I didn't think you got on well with him Grant."
"I don't," Grant replied. My brows furrowed. "I really wanted to see LA, and Tommy is fucking loaded." The confessions came thick and fast. How he'd told Ray how possess people, and cornered Tommy in the locker rooms. Grant had pinned him to the floor while Ray forced himself into the stricken Tommy.
It was then Grant dropped the bombshell. "You see me and Ray have something special."
"Shut the fuck up," Ray hissed.
"No, he's cool," Grant reassured Ray. "We're lovers," told me, blushing.
I raised an eyebrow. "I had my suspicions," I chuckled. "And what about Tommy?"
"Tommy is as straight as fuck, that's the real reason we didn't get on."
"So a black gay guy, in the body of a seriously straight white guy--"
"A very rich white guy," Grant corrects me.
"--a seriously straight, wealthy white guy." I think for a moment, "You kept in character didn't you Ray?"
He sucks on his lip. "Yeah, I was around his friends and family. But when we were alone, I worked his little white ass hard. Fuck I could hear him screaming in my head, but that just made me hornier. I never left his body once, and after a week I stopped hearing his voice. I thought he was just tired."
I held up my hand. "I've heard enough, I don't want the details. You," I pointed at Ray, "get back inside him. You'll have to cover for him while I figure out how to fix this." I watched him, and he just blinked at me. "I'm not fucking around."
Ray sucked the air in through his teeth and trudged over to Tommy. I watched as he rolled the Tommy onto his front and forced his larger frame into the young bodybuilder. With a groan, Tommy got to his feet and walked over. Ray's arrogant gait was still evident with each step.
"Stop!" I pushed my two fingers against his pecs. "I know Tommy, and that's not him. You have to be Tommy while I figure out how to fix this."
Tommy sighed and relaxed, and all evidence of Ray being inside vanished. "Better, now get your stuff and go." He picked up a duffle bag and headed for the door, Grant followed him. "Not you, I need to talk to you for a moment."
Tommy looked over his shoulder. "I'll call you later," Grant said with a nod.
I waited till Tommy had left then turned to Grant. "So what happened? You were meant to keep our secret--secret!"
He held up his hands, "But it was an opportunity I couldn't turn down."
"And what about Tommy?"
"You can fix him right?"
"Of course I can, but I'm more worried about Ray."
"How come?"
"I don't trust him. He'll use the trick for his own means, and the consequences won't worry him. He'll just leave all the shit behind him."
"He's OK."
"You might think so, but I've seen people like him before." I think for a moment and then add, "And since when had Grant been gay?"
Grant grins widely. "I just couldn't be straight anymore, look I've been good, being Grant for the past six months. I'm grateful for you finding me a permanent place, but--I just needed to be me a bit more. Grant came out to his friends and family just before the trip to LA, thought I'd go on holiday while the dust settled."
"Ok, whatever I'm not interested. Grants your responsibility now."
"What about Ray?"
"I'll have to fix him--from the inside, just like I plan to with Tommy. Make Ray forget about LA, and how to possess people."
"Forget everything?" Grant asks with a frown.
"Yeah."
"Oh."
"SO does he know about you?"
"Hell no!"
"Good, now get the fuck out." He goes to leave, "Where do you think you're going?"
"You said 'get the fuck out.'"
"Yeah, get the fuck out of Grant. I'm going to have to be him to get close enough to get inside Ray."
"But."
"No fucking buts or I'll burn your mind as well and you'll remember shit."
I watched as Grant's sculptured physique rolled his shouldered forward and with a grunt collapsed to the floor. Standing before me--somewhat shorter than Grant--was William, a forty-three-year-old with greying hair across his chest and a roll of fat around his stomach. "I can be him again right?" William asked with a whine.
"Only if you keep you mouth shut about the trick." William nodded. I lifted Grant from the floor and pinned him against a wall, with little effort I slipped below his skin and muscle reanimating the twenty-two-year-old. I rolled and stretched my shoulders. "Fuck yeah, I can see why you picked this guy." From my bag, I pulled my apartment keys and threw them at William. "Hang out at my place, It's going to take a few days to straighten out your fuck-up. Once I'm inside Ray, I'll fix Tommy--wipe his memory of the last few weeks. I'll call you to come over and pick up Grant again."
"What about Ray?" William asks.
I smile, one of Grant's broad, mischievous smiles. "I need a change of lifestyle, let's see what happens eh?"
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