As I have said before, this is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction. Thanks for any and all feedback. Hope you enjoy!
Since I forgot this in the first part...
Disclaimer: all characters involved in sexual activities are 18+
Part 2
--Jake--
It seemed like the shortest sleep I'd ever had: the kind of sleep where you swore you just closed your eyes five minutes ago and the only way five hours had passed was because the world conspired against you and turned a little faster while you were out. The alarm was loud and annoying, but for the best (otherwise I never would have heard it). Out of habit, I swung my arm toward the right side of my bed, where I keep my alarm clock, only to realize, stupidly, that the blaring sound was coming from my left.
Shit
. I was still trapped in Devlin's body. This wasn't my room or my alarm. My immediate reaction was disappointment.
So much for an easy fix
. I opened my eyes to find and shut off Devlin's alarm.
Moments passed as I lay staring at the unfamiliar ceiling. I was trapped. I had no clue what I was going to do, or how I was going to survive another day putting up with his stuffy family. But it was Monday, so there was school, which was an even bigger problem. Devlin couldn't be more different from me. I wouldn't be able to keep up in his advanced classes. I wouldn't be able to relate to his friends in the least. I had no idea who Devlin was: his personal life was a total mystery to me.
What if he has some secret boyfriend?
I thought.
I'm going to freak if he does...shit, shit, shit.
How could I be expected to deal with all this? What had I done to earn such a horrible fate? Why me?
A ringing from across the room pulled me out of the chaos going on in my head. Devlin's phone was going off, buzzing angrily on his bureau where I had left the thing last night. I jumped out of bed to answer it. My name was on the screen so I hit the button to answer it.
"Yeah?"
"Jake," Devlin breathed into the phone. Hearing my own voice on the other line would definitely take some serious getting used to.
"Devlin, you fucking liar." I tried not to be too pissed with the kid, but I felt really defeated, upset that what he assured me of hadn't happened.
"Jake, I'm really, really sorry. I'll admit I have no idea what's going on here." He paused, then sighed.
"Yeah, tell me about it... Okay, well if this isn't going to sort itself out anytime soon, we need a game plan, now." I wanted this problem solved, of course, but if I was stuck in Devlin's body I had to figure out how I was going to make it through the day. "I need to know how to survive a day in the life of Devlin Patterson. Honestly, I have no clue who your friends are, what classes you're in, what you do in your spare time... Look, can we meet at Hannah's Café before school starts. We really need to compare notes and make this work."
"Um sure...do you have a car I can drive? I know you can use mine. My parents permit me to drive to school every day. Mine's the grey Bonneville, third spot in the garage. You'll find my keys hanging on a hook marked with my name in the kitchen."
"Okay, yeah. You'll have to ask my mom if you can take her VW, but she works from home and lets me take it pretty often, it shouldn't be a big deal. Call me if she gives you any trouble, and don't take too long. Meet me at Hannah's in 15, okay dude?" I wasn't too worried about him getting the car. I drive it to school four out of five days a week.
"Alright, I'll see you there then. Make sure you bring all the books, binders, and notebooks you can find in my room," Devlin said, sounding a bit too cheery for my liking.
"Sure thing, grab my stuff too."
"Okay then, no problem," he responded. I almost hung up then, but a thought hit me. "Wait, Devlin?"
"Yes Jake?"
"Try not to wear anything too gay."
"Haha, no worries, you don't even have a perceivable wardrobe. It's work out gear all day every day from what I can gather."
I chuckled. "Good, that works. See you soon." I clicked off the phone while he was still saying his good bye.
Now, what the hell am I going to wear?
I thought as I ripped open Devlin's jean drawer.
***************
~Devlin~
Things had gone quite well on the phone with Jake. I had expected him to be spitting mad, or at least considerably more unreasonable than he proved to be. To tell the truth, I was beside myself with consternation. This wasn't in the books, after all: every single odd happenstance any one of my various peculiar relatives had experienced had righted itself in a single day's time. That I had awoken once again to find myself in the dark, slightly malodorous habitation of Jake Currant was alarming. Though a bit thrilled to be able to spend more time in this gorgeous body, I was even more frazzled worrying what would become of me in Jake's body and of Jake in mine.
I had already thrown on some athletic gear before I gave Jake a call, so after I was through talking to him, I exited his room, proceeded to his family's bathroom, finished preparing for the day, and went downstairs.
Mrs. Currant was, once again, roosted comfortably on one of the tall kitchen chairs, intently sipping her steaming coffee. Her husband sat adjacent to her with a newspaper and a bowl of cereal. I stopped in the kitchen doorway to decide on my plan of attack: I would be brisk, quickly explain my situation, and make my request in a casual manner. I stepped into the kitchen.
"Hey Mom, Dad."
"Morning, sweetie," Jake's mom said.
"Listen, I hate to be short, but I need to meet someone downtown before school starts. Could I take your car to school, Mom?"
"Sure hun, but who are you meeting so early?"
"Um...my friend..." This was unexpected. I needed to think fast. "My friend...Christina Roslindale. You know her, right Dad?"
"Yup. All clear, Rose, dear. Let the kid be on his way, he sounds like he's in a hurry."
"Oh alright. Just be sure you get some breakfast in you, Jake. Oh and my keys are in the ignition."
"Thanks so much, Mom. Love you guys." Mission accomplished. I exited the kitchen to the garage -- I had thoroughly explored the house yesterday so I wouldn't be caught off guard not knowing my way around again -- and made my way over to Mrs. Currant's red VW. My interactions with Jake's parents had been going off without a hitch most recently; I figured I was reasonably accustomed to mimicking Jake's demeanor, and as such I was feeling fairly confident as I plopped myself down in the driver's seat. I started the car, quickly found the garage door operator, and shifted into reverse. The growing rectangle of light that inundated the garage filled me with the hope that things couldn't be quite as bad as they had the potentiality to be. I backed out into the clear air and glaring sun of the January morning, positively beaming.
***
The door to the tiny, light-filled café gave a pleasant ting as I opened it and stepped inside. Instantly wrapped in the warmth of the cozy room and the smell of cinnamon, I felt my face flush. It was freezing out, and having parked my borrowed car on the street -- the café was wildly popular, a local favorite, and its parking lot was, as expected, completely filled -- I had to walk about a minute in the bitterness of the bright morning. Despite the crowd, the wave of heat and symphony of beguiling scents was intoxicatingly inviting.
I scanned the room for Jake before realizing, not a second later, I should be searching for myself. The idea seemed silly and I chuckled lightly to myself, the sound rumbling deeply in my chest. Why my own laughter couldn't sound so masculine and sexy I have no idea. After another sweep of the café and its patrons I saw myself sitting in the corner at a table for two. Just then Jake looked up and spotted me as well. Our eyes locked.
There was something about the moment that was striking, as if I hadn't taken the situation seriously until just then when I saw my own green eyes pierce me from across the room. Jake wore a look I was certain never graced my visage. He looked callous and cockier than I ever would. After a few breathless seconds he motioned to me. I moved towards the table to join him.
For whatever reason, I hadn't noticed that there were several bagels sitting on the small table, some with egg mashed between them, others sitting next to small tubs of cream cheese. They were accompanied by two tall cups of what I guessed was coffee. I reached the table, pulled out my seat, tossed Jake's bookbag on the floor, and shucked my heavy jacket. After carefully draping the coat over the seat, I sat down.
"Hungry, are we?" I asked quizzically. Eying him, I noticed he looked like he hadn't put any thought into his attire and had dressed himself haphazardly. He looked messy and it was unsettling to see myself presented in such an unsatisfactory fashion.
"Yeah, like your tiny body could even handle half this food. No. Most of this is for you, dipshit. You're going to have basketball practice after school, and breakfast is the most important meal of the day. So dig in, and make it fast." He shoved two of the plates my way. The elated mood-bubble I'd formed on the drive over popped.
I was flabbergasted, mostly because I don't eat much, ever, due to my more sensitive affinities for specific foods. This wasn't my body, though, and I had noticed that yesterday I was practically starving only eating three small meals. I picked up the bagel breakfast sandwich and started eating.
He started spreading cream cheese on one of the sesame bagels he'd purchased. "So, Devlin, I figure we only have about half an hour before we have to book it to school. While you eat, I'll give you the low-down." I issued a muffled affirmative as I all but choked on the huge sandwich I was attempting to swallow whole. He continued, unabated, "As you probably know, I'm a big athlete at school, so you have to try your hardest to not suck ass today at practice. My body will be doing most of the work for you, I'm sure, but it would help if you at least knew how to play basketball. Please tell me you do."
I forced down another bite, cleared my pallet, and responded. "I mean, I played it in gym, and I've watched a couple games, so I know the rules. It can't be that difficult."
"Yeah, we'll see. I'm praying muscle memory will save your ass. If this goes on for more than a day, I'm going to have to train you. Okay...other things you should know...right, classes. Can you grab my planner, I'll show you where I keep my schedule and locker number and stuff." I grabbed his bag from the floor, retrieved what he requested and slid the planner across the table. Then I was back to shoving food down my throat.
"Okay, here you go," he said after flipping open the small book and presenting me with it. "My classes won't be too hard for you, obviously, just don't participate too much or my teacher's will probably shit themselves. Also if you wanna fall asleep in some of them that's totally on par with my usual performance." He paused for a bit and let me finish up the first sandwich.
"Right, I'll be sure to keep that in mind," I said after swigging some barely palatable coffee -- I preferred tea, but would just deal with it. "As for
my
classes," I began, "You'll find a copy of my schedule in the front of all my binders. Today I should have study block, thank God, so your day shouldn't be too insufferable. As for participation, you really shouldn't. There's no way you'll have a clue what's going on, and anything you should say would prove inexpressibly...disastrous I'm sure. So just stay quiet unless called on, in which case just say you forgot to do your homework or something." I was beginning to worry. Having Jake attend class in my stead was going to be unavoidably horrible, but I had already figured as much, so I pressed on. "My locker information is on the fifth page in my planner. And after school I have jazz band, but you can just skip it and I'll smooth that over later."
I sighed. This was not going to be a good day, for either of us. Jake was staring at me with my own piercing green eyes and I couldn't take it. I looked down, to avert his gaze, and reached for my coffee.
"Devlin, this really sucks, and it's super awk."
"Yeah, I know, but there's nothing I..."
