Switched

~Two~

"Morning," Mark said right into Ian's ear and his hands were hugging Ian possessively and for a second he was really tempted to lean into that warm, hard body at his back and maybe rub his ass against Mark's dick. But he didn't because Mark had a girlfriend, who was actually a really nice person and Ian didn't mess around with taken men. Mostly that was. If he knew that they were taken before he messed around with them.

"Not your girlfriend Mark," he said and pushed Mark's hands away.

"Shit!" Mark hissed and actually jumped away from him.

When Ian turned to look at him, Mark was staring at him and clutching his t-shirt right above his heart. Ian felt for him, he really did. He woke up with the faint hope that this whole thing had been a very weird dream this morning, but that hope had been smashed as soon as he realized his dick was still gone and he wasn't in his bed.
"Thought this was a bad dream?" Ian asked, with just a little bit of snark in his voice. He just couldn't help himself.

"Yeah..." Mark answered. And Ian could tell that he honestly meant it.

"Well, it's not. I am still stuck in your hot girlfriend's body, and she is still inside mine," Ian replied. Saying it out loud sounded exactly as insane today as it did yesterday. Ian didn't think it would get any better with time. "Speaking of, where is she?"

"Still sleeping I assume," Mark answered.

"You assume?"

"I- slept on the couch," Mark admitted.

"Oh," Ian said.

"It was too weird feeling her but not feeling her, you know?"

Ian nodded. He didn't know, but he could imagine. "So, you want to sleep on the couch as long as this lasts?" Ian asked. He leaned his butt against the counter and just looked at Mark. Mark looked different in the mornings, Ian decided, less tense, less on. Ian liked how his brown hair was all over the place, how it curled around his ears and neck, because he was wearing it a bit too long. Mark was fucking handsome and Ian's type, there was no way around that.

"I don't know. But man, I just . I pulled her close in the middle of the night and slid my hand down her stomach and – it was – I, fuck," he stopped, looking frustrated.

"Yeah, okay. You two have been together for some time, right?"

"Two years," Mark said. "Longest fucking relationship I ever had and now this." He grabbed a chair and sat down at the kitchen table with his head in his hands. He looked like the poster boy for misery, Ian thought. A hot poster boy for misery, but that was neither here nor there.

"You'll figure it out."

"How? My girlfriend has a dick," Mark said, sounding utterly miserable. "When I saw you there, this morning wearing those panties."

"What?"

"I gave her those panties and her ass looks so good in them and she knows I like them," Mark continued.

"Okay, are there any panties I should not be wearing?" Ian asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Maybe he should buy his own underwear as long as he was inside this body?
And what was weird too were breasts: they were in the way, he adjusted his arms under his new breasts and wondered how long it would take to get used to them. And then he shook his head mentally: he didn't want to get used to them. He wanted his own body back.

"If it's fine with Kasey, it's fine with me – just. Sorry, I was half asleep and I didn't sleep that well to begin with."

"That couch doesn't look like it's made for sleeping," Ian said.