Hi, all main characters in this story are work of fiction and above 18 years old. This chapter is where I want to say the sex starts to pick up, don't worry, Alec and Xander will have much more hot scenes coming in the next few chapters
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Chapter 4: The Mutual Suck Off
"Hey, guys!" I called out, joining their circle. "Ready to make tonight epic?"
Jordan, a slim and stylish guy with a mischievous grin, turned toward me. "Xander! Glad you could make it," he said, excitement evident in his voice. "We need your wingman skills tonight."
I smiled, slipping into the role of Xander effortlessly. "No worries, man. I've got your back. Where's Bard?"
Jake, who had accompanied me to the bar, chimed in, pointing toward a corner booth. "There he is, talking with some friends. Let's give them some space and come up with a plan."
We huddled together, plotting our strategy to help Jordan approach Bard and confess his feelings. Ideas flew back and forth, and I was struck by the genuine camaraderie of this group. Despite the uncertainty that lingered within me, I was grateful for their warmth and acceptance.
As the night progressed, I found myself engrossed in conversations, dancing to the music, and losing track of time. The worries and responsibilities of my own life faded into the background, replaced by the freedom and liberation that came with living someone else's existence.
The bar became a sanctuary, a place where I could explore new connections and experiences without the weight of expectations. I danced with strangers, engaged in heartfelt conversations, and let myself be swept away by the energy of the night. It was intoxicating, and for a moment, I forgot about the impending return to my own body.
Hours flew by, and I realized it was getting close to midnight—the time when I remembered that this body might switch ownership. I made my way toward Jordan, who was nervously fidgeting near the entrance of the bar.
"Hey, man," I said, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "Tonight's the night. You ready?"
Jordan's face lit up with a mix of excitement and anxiety. "I think so," he replied, his voice slightly shaky. "Thanks for being here, Xander. It means a lot."
I nodded, offering a reassuring smile. "You got this. Just be yourself and go for it. And remember, we're all here for you."
With a deep breath, Jordan headed toward Bard, who was standing alone by the bar. I watched from a distance, my heart pounding in anticipation. The moments stretched on, each second feeling like an eternity.
Finally, Jordan approached Bard, and I could see their conversation unfold. Their body language shifted, their expressions changing from uncertainty to warmth. It was a sight to behold, witnessing the courage and vulnerability it took to put oneself out there.
As I stood there, a mixture of anticipation and satisfaction swelled within me. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride for Jordan, knowing that I had played a small part in helping him take this leap of faith. The air crackled with nervous energy, and I held my breath, waiting for the outcome.
Bard's eyes widened as Jordan shared his feelings, and a smile slowly crept across his face. He leaned in, responding with a heartfelt sincerity that made my heart soar. The joy and relief on Jordan's face were evident as they laughed, their connection growing stronger with every passing moment.
A wave of contentment washed over me as I realized that, in some way, I had helped create a spark between these two individuals. It was a reminder of the power of human connection, of the way our actions and support could change the course of someone's life.
As the night drew to a close, the group reconvened, celebrating the newfound connection between Jordan and Bard. Laughter and hugs filled the air as they shared stories and toasted to a night filled with bravery and vulnerability.
Amidst the celebration, I caught sight of Xander's reflection in a mirror. He stood there, observing the scene with a mix of fascination and gratitude. I couldn't help but wonder what he would think when he returned to his own body and discovered the impact he had made through me.
With the night coming to an end, the weight of my borrowed identity began to settle back upon me. I bid farewell to the newfound friends I had made and started the journey back to Xander's house, a bittersweet feeling tugging at my heart.
As I walked through the quiet streets, the sounds of the city fading into the distance, I reflected on the transformative power of stepping into someone else's shoes. Through my temporary inhabitation of Xander's life, I had not only discovered a newfound sense of confidence but had also helped foster a connection that may have otherwise remained unspoken.
When I finally reached Xander's house, I took a moment to savor the stillness of the night. I stood on the doorstep, feeling the weight of the upcoming transition back to my own body. The experience had been extraordinary, pushing the boundaries of my own limitations and teaching me valuable lessons about empathy, acceptance, and the power of connection.
With a mixture of gratitude and longing, I closed my eyes and embraced the impending return. I knew that when I opened my eyes again, I would be back in my own skin.
In my dream realm, I found myself in a magnificent palace, built with stones seemingly made to look like the cosmos itself. In the middle of the room there was a throne made from black marble with yellow patterns, sitting on the throne was none other than Samanuel the humanoid himself.
"I see that you had an eventful night, you let yourself loose a bit too" Samanuel smiled at me, it was the first time I've seen him smile. "I know there are lots of questions you want to ask, but they will be answered in due time"
With that, after feeling the familiar Zero-G floating sensation, I opened my eyes again. This time I found myself in my own room, the rays of sunshine coming from the customary left side again.
I stretched my limbs and took a moment to reorient myself in my own body. The memories of the previous night were still fresh in my mind, and a smile played on my lips as I recalled the connections I had made and the impact I had witnessed.
As I sat up in bed, I noticed a small, intricately folded piece of paper on my nightstand. Curiosity piqued, I picked it up and unfolded it. It was a handwritten note, and the familiar handwriting belonged to Xander:
"Hey there, my temporary alter ego! I hope you had an incredible time last night. I wanted to thank you for stepping into my shoes and for being there for Jordan. Xander"
It is shocking how neatly written the handwriting is, for a guy like Xander anyways. But then reality sets in, I am back in my own pathetic body. My arms weak, and my chest flat. The difference between my own body compared to Xander's made me feel sad, depressed even.
