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There was still time until Saturday, and Carter had homework to do. He could hire a private detective to follow Alex around, but, somehow, he felt that would not be a good idea. Alex was a star, not a housewife looking for love outside conjugal bliss. He was a star, and getting other people involved sounded like a recipe for disaster. No, he needed to be the detective and gather evidence against the guy, evidence of the guy’s cheating. How he was going to show Aron that evidence was a different matter.
Where should he start? After a short moment of hesitation, he decided to begin by investigating Alex’s past a little. Everyone behaved like they had to walk on eggshells when word of the guy’s family, especially his mother, came up, that it made him believe that something was not right.
Wait, what was Alex’s last name? He had to torture his brain a little to remember. Something with M? Miller? Was that it? He tried that one, but apparently, the name was too common. It was all down to browsing through Alex’s older interviews and archives of crappy tabloids.
Apparently, the guy’s mother had been the perfect socialite in her young years. A long string of scandalous affairs made up the woman’s life, in small sequences of gossip, some of them Carter suspected not completely true. While she had managed to wring dry at least three husbands, she was now apparently retired, or as some people said, she was most probably institutionalized somewhere, away from the maddening crowd.
Okay, so Alex’s mother liked to be the center of attention and changed men like socks, or stockings, or whatever. It was clear Alex took after her, he mused, as he watched old photos of the lady showing her in designer clothes, attending all sorts of social functions. Mr. Miller, Alex’s father, had been husband number two, and the owner of an impressive wealth, like all the other men in the woman’s life. Although the man had apparently made quite a case to take Alex away from her, she had won in court after a very ugly battle.
Yes, Aron was right. Alex had not had a happy childhood. But still, that didn’t justify the way Alex was. Carter could feel something was amiss. There was something he was yet to find. Going back in time seemed a tad difficult. Yeah, nothing was lost on the Internet, but the old gossip was buried in heaps of current and ongoing garbage.
He was about to leave it on another day when a title caught his eye. Ah, now he understood the commentary about Alex’s mother that seemed to be such a pressure point. It looked like the lady had been close to being convicted for involvement with a high profile prostitution ring. Well, that was bad, he pondered. Where was Alex when all this was happening with his mom? Apparently, he was no longer a kid, at least. The woman had begun to realize that no longer being young and beautiful made a dent in her wealth, so she might have decided to make money using other venues.
From that point, the string of gossip stretched. Some kept saying that Alex might have been involved with his mother in the affair, others said he was a victim, while Alex’s lawyers were just trying to convince everyone that Alex had had nothing to do with anything.
“That might explain some things, Taz, right?” he scratched his pet behind his ears.
Had Alex been prostituting himself? For his mom? That was enough to give him the chills. Yet there was something morbid in how Alex desired stuff. Like it was never enough. Maybe the guy really needed to see a therapist. Who knew what he might have witnessed, even without being exploited directly.
All right, he was not going to feel for the man now, right? He had Aron to save. Alex’s life was Alex’s life. Nothing he could do about that.
Ah, and now he felt miserable. Maybe being married to Aron was the best thing in the douchebag’s life.
“Great, so now I feel conflicted,” he said out loud.
Next to him, Taz whined cutely.
“What should I do, Taz? Should I tell Aron he’s married to a cheater? That’s not fair to him, you know? But what if Alex has a chance of becoming a better guy since Aron cares about him? Do I have the right to interfere with that? Aron loves him. Ah, damn it, what a complicated thing.”
He needed to sleep on it. Before going any further. There was no wonder everyone pitied Alex. Yet, Carter did not have it in him to overlook the guy’s cheating on the grounds that he had had a miserable childhood. That didn’t give him the right to ruin other people’s lives. Especially Aron’s. He needed to find a way to solve this.
“Hey, we should stop meeting like this,” Carter heard someone talking, while he was busy tying one shoelace that had come undone. It was the first day he was trying to let Taz alone at home after he had taken the dog out a bit earlier for his morning walk.
He looked up to see Simon less than one foot away. The guy wore tight fitting clothes like last time, and it was clear that he was well aware of how good he looked. Not that Carter’s was staring. Or comparing. Aron looked better. Yeah, he also had a bigger, nicer bulge in front, he mused, as he eyed Simon’s manhood through his biking shorts. How could Alex choose this dude over Aron? Well, Simon was good-looking, in a twink sort of way, but Aron ... Aron was a real man.
He swallowed hard. Way to start the day at seven o’clock in the morning, thinking about Aron’s...
“Hey, earth to Carter,” Simon waved in front of him.
“Ah, sorry, just lost a bit in thought,” Carter shook his head.
“May I know what you were thinking about?” Simon smiled.
“Just stuff,” Carter waved while giving Simon a once over, and deciding again that Aron’s body was way yummier and that Alex was blind not to see it.
“Hmm, could that stuff involve me?” Simon asked directly.
“You? No!” Carter protested. “No, certainly not!”
Simon’s eyes grew wide for a second and then he burst into laughter.
“Let me take a wild guess here. Recently out of the closet?” the guy asked.
Carter looked at him and blinked a few times.
“What closet?” he mumbled.
You know what closet.
Damn. Is it written all over me that I like dick now?
Just Aron’s dick.
Don’t be a dick.
“Okay, sorry, my bad,” Simon raised both hands in surrender. “I just got the feeling that you’re staring at me and I thought you might be...”
“Gay?”
“Yeah,” Simon confirmed. “I usually read these signs right, but...”
“Don’t sweat it,” Carter interrupted quickly.
“Okay, so we’re cool?” Simon asked. “And sorry again, my gaydar must be malfunctioning.”
Err, not exactly malfunctioning...
Are we gay now?
Not the moment for a philosophical discussion about what we are and aren’t.
“Told you, no sweat,” Carter insisted.
Wait, there was something to gain from befriending Simon. He had no idea how, but maybe it was the providence that had brought Simon to him. The guy was Alex’s secret lover.
Are we going to take advantage of Simon aka puppy eyes now?
We’ll figure out a way. We need that evidence, damn it.
Brushing aside any thought about committing a not so moral act by trying to use Simon, he smiled at the guy.
“Do you have time for a cup of coffee? That is if you’re no longer in the mood for running,” he offered.
Simon threw him a sideways glance, but then he nodded.
“That would be nice.”
Minutes later, they were seated at a table in a cozy coffee place, where people in sporty getup, like them, mingled with early risers dressed up in dark suits, getting ready for a new day at the office.
“So, Simon, what do you do for a living?” Carter asked.
Wow, you’re playing this like a pro.
Well, it’s Aron’s happiness at stake here. And so far, we’re doing nothing to hurt this guy.
“Ah, I’m working for the Marketing department, at Beauty X.”
“Beauty X? What’s that?”
“A boutique fashion house. It’s not big, but I like it. We do have some important clients and the money is good.”
“Cool,” Carter nodded.
“What about you? And how come you don’t have your dog with you?” it was Simon’s turn to ask.
“I’m my own boss. Freelancing. Programming. Taz is at home.”
You could try to use longer sentences.
It was common for him. He tried to focus on what he needed to learn from this guy, and that left no room for anything else. All right, he needed to handle this carefully.
“And? Any special lady in your life? I don’t see a ring,” Simon proved better at fishing information for the moment.
“Ah, no,” Carter shook his head. “What about you?” he found the perfect opportunity to get close to what he wanted to know.
Simon made a small grimace.
“I ... Well, it’s a bit complicated,” he exhaled.
“Complicated how?” Carter asked.
Simon shook his head.
“The guy I’m seeing ... He’s married,” the guy spoke.
Bingo!
“Ah, by the way, I’m gay,” Simon added with a small apologetic smile.
“I figured that out,” Carter said promptly. “From the gaydar comment and ... earlier,” he gestured vaguely. “But why are you seeing a married guy? A good-looking man like you, you must be getting a lot of attention. Not that I’m interested or anything,” he added quickly.
“I don’t usually talk about this. But since you’re a stranger, I feel like I can confide in you a little.”
“Sure thing, I won’t tell a soul.”
Really? How low can you go?
Shut up. Haven’t you read Machiavelli? The end justifies the means.
Tell that to your immortal soul while it ends up deep frying in Satan’s wok.
We forgot to ask Mark about hell and all that.
“He’s really beautiful,” Simon said dreamily. “And it’s like he knows what I want and...” he trailed off.
“So he loves you and you love him? Is this how things are?” Carter asked.
“Yeah, I guess,” Simon spoke, although Carter’s questions seemed to sow doubt in his heart, by the way his eyes clouded.
“Then why is he still married? Wait, is he married to a woman or a man? Could it be that he’s still ... in the closet?”
Way to go, playing this like a pro.
“No, he’s out, that’s no issue,” Simon waved. “But I think ... that he might still love his husband. It’s strange because lately ... well, he’s been through many changes, and I don’t know what to think anymore.”
“Changes? Like what?” Carter leaned across the table.
“Well, first he’s involved in some weird accident, and next he’s coming to work...” Simon trailed off, swallowing his words.
“Do you two work together?”
“Ah, I shouldn’t talk anymore. You’d figure out who he is, and that shouldn’t happen. I might not be the brightest tool in the shed, which means that I should not yap my mouth like this.”
Ah, damn it, he’s shutting down on us! Do something!
“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not interested in learning who this guy is. And if opening up to me, a stranger,” Carter pointed toward himself, “makes you feel a little better, please do.”
Simon smiled, and Carter felt his heart growing a little smaller. He had the distinct sensation that he was doing the wrong thing. But he couldn’t just stop now.
“Well, the thing is he seemed changed. Telling me we should be through, that he’s in love with his husband and all that. But, unlike before his accident, he starts treating me ... how should I say this? Like...”
Simon seemed to be lost for words. He was obviously trying to work things out in his brain, and it was worse than the worst math problem for him.
“Like he didn’t like you anymore?” Carter tried to supply the missing info that was eluding Simon at the moment.
“No, actually, in a strange way, he made me feel like ... I somehow mattered?” Simon wondered out loud, the last words spoken mostly to himself than to Carter.
“What? Weren’t you important to him before?” Carter asked.
Simon’s beautiful face was now all scrunched up in a frown.
“Yes, I mean ... oh damn. He’s usually like this. Sweet. Pleasant. But demanding,” Simon added after a short second of hesitation. “And, I don’t know, a bit cruel? It’s not like he’s insulting you, but after he leaves your side, you feel like ... you’re not enough?”
There were way too many question marks in Simon’s little speech about Alex.
Sweet my ass. Poisonous would be the right word.
“And, after the accident?” Carter tried to help Simon get over his little conundrum about the man he seemed to love.
“Oh, after,” Simon’s eyes lit up. “He’s abrasive and all about not wanting to deal with me anymore.”
“So it got worse,” Carter nodded, hoping he seemed sympathetic enough.
“Actually, no,” Simon smiled. “He’s getting me into some crazy ... BDSM stuff,” the guy’s voice dropped to a whisper. “And it’s frigging exciting.”
It was Simon’s turn to lean over the table, to share his dirty secrets with his new found friend.
“I mean, he still keeps me at arm’s length, and that’s making me, you know, hot, like super hot. And he even gives me a cute nickname, and says that I should be modeling because my nose is perfect.”
Carter could feel his tongue gluing to his teeth. Talking about the misunderstanding of a century.
“But wait, do you have sex with him all this time?”
You know the answer to that.
Hush, I just cannot make sense of this guy.
“No, but it’s like that doesn’t matter that much,” Simon spoke quickly. “You see, before the accident, he was clearly giving me the impression that I wasn’t good enough for him. You know, not beautiful enough.”
Carter frowned.
“Then this guy must be a supermodel if he thinks like this.”
Simon pursed his lips.
“Ah, well. Anyways, that was then. And now he seems to be back to his old self. And...”
“Do you have sex with him?”
Straight to the point.
We need to find out, right?
“Yeah,” Simon sighed. “Everything’s back the way it was. But I still feel like I lost something. I miss something from his crazy, so-called amnesic period. Because as he stood there, in his office, and told me he only cared about his husband, and his husband only, I only fell for him harder. And now, that he’s saying again that he would rather be with me than his husband, I don’t know...”
It appears that we just successfully applied the Socratic Method on poor Simon. He might just realize he’s not that much in love with Alex anymore.
Yes, it appears so.
“I must sound really messed up,” Simon smiled apologetically.
“No, not at all,” Carter murmured.
“Well, but enough about me,” Simon straightened up in his chair. “I confided in you, yet I know nothing about you.”
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“Your memory of recent events seems to be a little fuzzy,” the doctor explained to him while tapping against his desk with a slim golden pen. Carter leaned against the wooden desk, his eyes wide and trained on the man in white. The guy looked like he was in his late 50s, so he had probably seen plenty of strange things in his medical practice. “Actually, I have trouble remembering other things, too,” he whispered. The doctor leaned closer, turning his head to one side like he was trying to...
“Would you slow down a bit? I thought you were still feeling a bit sick after all the medicine you took at the hospital,” Aron eyed him warily, like he was on the point of giving him the Heimlich maneuver, if need be. “I don’t need to slow down,” Carter shrugged as he stuffed his face with another slice of pizza. “Trust me, after you face your death like I did, you won’t have any issue with eating a whole pizza either. You know, the things that make you feel alive. And satisfied,” he groaned...
It was surprisingly easy to gain access to Carter Malis’s room, aka himself, with Alex Ruskin’s looks. Everyone knew him and everyone was certain he was some kind of friend to the man lying there, trapped in his own mind, and hooked on medical devices that barely kept him alive. The nurse fretted around him for like a minute, during which he didn’t dare to look at the pristine white bed. A single glimpse of a pale arm resting on top of the sheet was close enough to make him heave....
Carter had never known the blessing of having a personal assistant, but as a programmer, it wasn’t like he needed one. He wasn’t even a good team player, and he worked as a freelancer for that reason. But leaving everything in Mark’s professional hands had made him feel relieved. Tomorrow, he was going to go to work and have his entire schedule well prepped by his new assistant, while he only had to worry about being pretty, as Mark had said, while almost throwing him out the door. He did...
Carter took the glass of wine from the table with a methodical gesture, brought it to his lips and took a long sip of ... nothing. “Do you want more wine?” Aron asked him. “Just give me the bottle,” he mumbled. He needed more than that, but he had to make do with whatever he had at his disposal. So he just drank straight from the bottle, while Aron continued to just watch him in absolute shock and silence. “You knew that,” Aron eventually spoke. “That is why you were so pissed.” He could...
“Your husband called a few times,” Mark chimed in, holding the door for him, and seeing him to his desk like he was crippled. Carter threw his secretary a confused look. “You dropped your phone here, before heading to your meeting with Yolanda. I didn’t answer. But it’s all for the best that you didn’t have your phone with you,” Mark added in a low whisper. “I heard she’s a beast if something or someone interrupts her meetings.” “Really?” Carter asked in a dry flat tone. Mark was even...
Carter was chewing the nail on his index finger like a Duracell rabbit at a carrot tasting. The initial shock was gone, but he still held Simon’s phone in his hand, not wanting to let go. But it was not like those offending pictures were going to disappear by magic. There, on the shiny screen, Alex Ruskin was locked in a heated embrace with the guy currently sitting across from him, in the poshest cafe Carter had ever set foot in. And that was not all. If anything, it was just the peak of...
Carter inhaled Aron’s warmth, as they stood there, in the door. Okay, he hoped the guy was not going to get all sentimental because he had absolutely no idea how to deal with such a thing. As his best friend, Aron had never gotten so mushy over him, or over anything. He had been Carter’s rock, well, at least, until they fell apart. Aron broke their hug and grabbed him by the neck in an affectionate manner. Carter let out a long breath, and together, they walked into the house. He was about...
Was living like a star always like this? Carter had to admit that while the wild ride to work in that car had been awesome, the stares he got while waiting for the lights to change, along with all the giggles and even a few not so veiled invitations from both men and women, had made him feel rather ... icky. Maybe driving a fancy car was really not for him. Alex’s lifestyle was so overdone. It made one wonder what could be hiding underneath. He was about to go into his office when...
It was late in the evening when he finally went home. He had taken the car and driven aimlessly for hours, trying hard to ignore the mess in his brain. Like a burglar, he sneaked into the house. Maybe Aron was already asleep and he wasn’t going to offer any explanations now. He took off his shoes and began to walk slowly through the living room. Maybe he was just going to crash on the sofa. The sound of a door opening and the light flooding the room made him stop. He turned slowly only to...
There was no possible way to reason with the guy, nor did he take hints. Simon was like a stupid dog that needed a lot of training. After closing the door a few more times in his face, and a few others telling him to just go home already, Carter had had to open the door wide and try to have a conversation with the guy. “Do you have any idea how this looks? The neighbors will see your car parked in the driveway!” he pointed the finger at Simon. “It’s not the first time I come to your house,”...
Aron had made him walk into the house in nothing but his sneakers, commenting something on how nice he looked with jizz pouring down from his ass, and he had had to just take the guy’s word for it. Now, under the hot spray of the shower, and Aron’s wandering hands, he was starting to doubt whether the fact that he had given in like a whore was for the best or the worst. Points in favor of this being the best thing ever: 1. He could not remember having come as hard as he had just done. 2....
So, whoever did the stupid body swap knew very well about it. And was doing nothing to correct the situation. Things were just getting stupider if that was a word. “Boss?” It took him two full seconds to realize that Mark was trying to draw his attention. He reluctantly let go of the pencil he had been munching on until being interrupted. “Yes, Mark,” he said snappily. “Sorry, I’m just in a bad mood,” he added quickly. His secretary threw him a short look, filled with pity. It lasted...
He almost felt tempted to walk through the door and yell ‘honey, I’m home’, but somehow he wanted to take Aron by surprise. No such luck, though, as the guy was expecting him, his arms crossed over his chest and a stony look on his face. “So, what do you want to tell me?” Aron spoke first. “What? No smooches?” Carter opened his arms wide and walked towards Aron. Apparently, the guy was not in the mood for his shenanigans. “Where have you been and why did you turn off your phone?” Aron...
Sleeping next to Aron was the best thing ever. Especially since the guy now had a signature way of waking him up, with slow kisses and caresses. “Hey,” he smirked, as he stretched like a cat into the man’s arms. “Hey back,” Aron chuckled. “I hate not being able to cuddle some more, but I need to go to work early. They’re sending someone over from New Entertainment, to ask us about a new motivational book we publish. Apparently, these guys like to wake up with the chickens.” “Why do you...
Waking up the second time, and this time in his own body, but in a similar hospital bed, proved to be an even more difficult an experience than the first time. One thing he noticed right away was that everything was hurting. Hey, it had been nice to be Alex, then, right? No pain that time. C’mon, is that the only thing you can think of? You know it’s not, and don’t you dare do the thinking for me. I’m your brain, remember? Then I’d rather be brain dead. “Hey, hey, Mr. Malis, look who...
“Are we playing mime?” Carter was the first to speak again, seeing that the other was busy expressing his outrage just by standing there, petrified, with an expression of absolute horrified surprise on his perfect face. Alex scrunched his nose and pulled the chair brusquely, taking a seat without being invited to. Carter felt the need to say something and point out the rudeness, but he could bet that little mishap was going to pale in comparison to what Alex was going to say and do. “So,...
He was still pondering over how the hell he had managed to get Aron to have sex with him so quickly when his phone started ringing. This time, he didn’t hurry to get it. Yeah, he was going to be a little sore, that was for sure. But he could barely stop a small surprised gasp when he saw the caller. “Hi,” Aron’s warm voice came through from the other side. “Hey, did you forget your keys?” Carter mumbled and looked around. “I guess you’ll have to come back and find them, because I don’t see...
How to Cure Performance Anxiety – A Short Guide Could Aron tell he was nervous? His friend closed his hand over Carter’s, and all he could do was to think of the warmth he was feeling. It was not exactly like they were holding hands, and there was some room between them on the back seat, while the taxi driver seemed more preoccupied with watching the road ahead rather than spying on them. You’re getting a little paranoid, aren’t you? You saw what happened with Simon earlier! What if someone...
Was Aron already back? He wondered, as he climbed the stairs two by two, with Taz happily prancing after him. He definitely hoped so, but stopped in front of the door to catch his breath. Aron was going to ask him why he had rushed up the stairs. He had no alternative reply for that. “It looks like for a while you’ll have two daddies,” Carter scratched Taz’s ears, just to buy some time. Taz barked in reply and Carter had to shush him since he didn’t want the neighbors scandalized on Sunday...
“Do you realize we are practically hiding in a closet?” Carter snickered. Aron hushed him. “They’ll find us,” his husband reproached. “Of course they will,” Carter said matter-of-factly. “They have the dog with them. They’re already tracking us as we speak.” “The fact that you’re making so much noise is not helping,” Aron glared. “Okay, okay,” Carter agreed. They stood in silence for a couple of seconds. There was no noise from outside. Well, they had found the perfect hiding place, in...
Author's Note: Hello again. I hope you're enjoying the story. I'll be posting a little more frequently so that I can time the posting of the final chapter (chapter 24) on my deviant art closer with my posting of it here. I've just posted chapter 22 over there, and I've got everything up to 23 on my patreon, so if you don't want to wait to find out what happens next, go check them out at razmagurk.deviantart.com and patreon.com/razmagurk Warning: This sexy, swappy chapter includes...