Havan Fellows Change of Dynamics

Pulp Friction Presents

A Sweet Exchange Romantic Short

Change of Dynamics

Havan Fellows

Acknowledgements

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, locations (well, except
New York—that pretty much really exists), incidents and positions are
completely and absolutely a part of the author's skewed imagination. Any
resemblance to actual persons, living or deceased, businesses, events or
locales are entirely coincidental and maybe a little bit freaky.

Cover Art by the multitalented Laura Harner

Editing by the wonderful PF

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And now...for your reading enjoyment...

Change of Dynamics

Gregor Frei let himself into his best friend and lover's place. They had to
forego any romantic Valentine's Day plans due to their regularly
scheduled dinner plans with their parents that night, and he just knew that
his manipulative significant other, Jordan Young, was plotting
something.

He smiled as he walked through the apartment to the master bedroom. As
was Jor's custom, he had painted very odd shaped roses and what
appeared to be those conversational candy hearts on the hall walls in
honor of February. When March rolled around he'd paint over the
Valentine's Day decorations with shamrocks and pots of gold. Though
this year, Gregor was prepared for Jor's whining and belly-aching about
Easter falling in March also...maybe he'd do one side of the hall in white
puffs of fur with poufy tails that would pass for bunnies and multi-
colored eggs, and the other traditional green St. Patty's Day festive.

Chuckling to himself, Gregor touched a heart that said My Man, "Yes,
yes you are..." He shook his head softly. Jor was full of life and fun. He
kept Gregor on his toes and loving every day of their life together.

On the flip side of that coin, Jor was also a handful of trouble and high
jinks. It wasn't unusual for Jor to think up some diabolical plan and then
proceed to put it into motion without informing Gregor, while completely
expecting him to play along. This was par for the course with Jor, and he
had been doing it ever since the two met at the ripe old age of four. They
were in pre-school together and one moment Gregor was playing in the
sandbox with Sally of the piggy tails and the next moment he was in the
middle of a chase for his life holding a pink marker.

Evidently Tabby, the bully of all bullies, really wanted that pink marker
and Jor had so kindly tossed it in his lap. Man, could that girl run, too. It
had to be the weirdest introduction between two babes in toyland, but it
was also the sweetest in a warped way. For them it worked. Twenty
years later and he was still getting sucked into Jor's schemes and he
wouldn't have it any other way.

But when it involved both sets of parents, Gregor tended to get a little
worried. Their “best friend”-ship brought the two families together. With
each of them being an only child, their parents ended up friends and grew

as close as their boys were. Well, maybe not as close, considering they
didn't know their baby boys were gay...and in a long-term relationship.
Sure, everyone else in their lives knew, but they just hadn't gotten around
to explaining it to the ones that meant the most to them.

All four parents were very family-oriented, the mothers discussing when
they would be grandparents or their latest charity fundraiser, and the
fathers talking about the economy and their golf swings. That was one of
the reasons they initiated weekly dinners with the children: with Gregor
and Jordan graduated from college and both in their chosen profession,
the adults were afraid of losing touch with everyone. So once a week
Gregor and Jor would drive over in different cars, arrive at different
times and play the best friend card up while keeping the lover card
hidden.

The fact that Valentine's Day fell on their dinner night was bad luck.

Now if Gregor could only find his love to see if he could get the inside
scoop, that would alleviate some of his stress. He loved both sets of
parents and dining with them once a week wasn't a hardship of any kind,
except for the secret.

He finally found Jor singing Billy Idol's "White Wedding" in the shower.
Gregor might love his man to death, but the boy couldn't sing worth shit.
He quickly stripped out of his clothes and slid into the shower behind
Jor.

"Catchy little tune there." Gregor took the shampoo bottle from Jor's
hands, squeezed out a big glob and began to wash his lover’s hair.

"Mmmm . . . love when you wash me all clean. Love it better after I
make you all dirty."

Gregor chuckled, "There will be no dirty for us until you tell me what
you're planning tonight." He pushed Jor under the spray of water to stifle
the protest he was about to make, rinsing the shampoo out of his hair.
"Don't try that with me. You haven't been able to fool me with your
innocent act since we were ten."

Jor laughed around the water and turned to kiss Gregor gently on the
mouth. Gregor noted how Jor's rapidly growing erection slid between

his legs. That wasn't a coincidence either.

He stepped back and grabbed the sponge, squeezing a dollop of Jor's
favorite sandalwood scented soap onto it. "Behave. Now turn and
assume the position."

"Do you mean behave good . . . or behave bad? I always get those two
mixed up." Jor gave him his back while he placed his palms firmly on
the tile and spread his legs extra wide.

"Is there a difference between them for you? Seriously, why did you text
me? We never drive to dinner together, why tonight?"

Gregor eyed that perfect expanse of tanned skin, so at odds with his own
pale German complexion. He began to vigorously scrub from Jor's neck
all the way down to the top curve of his bubble butt, working the sponge
all over, applying the pressure he knew his lover liked.

He smiled when Jor grunted and braced his arms more securely. "Gas
prices are on the rise again, thought we would do our part to conserve?
Go green is what I say!"

"Humph. That's the story you're trying to peddle? When's the last time
you recycled without me reminding you?" Gregor knelt behind Jor and
began to run the sponge up and down each leg, nice and slow like.

"I . . . dear God, you know I love when you get behind my knees!"

"You?" Gregor prompted as he swirled the sponge over the backs of
Jor's knees methodically. "You what?"

"Um . . . what were we talking about?"

Gregor now had the sponge trailing soapsuds all over that bubble butt
that he dreamed about, whether he was asleep or awake. He used one
hand to spread Jor's cheeks and guided the sponge between them, putting
a twist in his wrist so the mesh texture could do its job to the tee.

"Why are we driving to your parent's house together? You know I
normally drive over with mine; they were suspicious when I told them
not tonight. Why are you making me make my parents suspicious?"

He pulled away and sat back on his feet when Jor started pushing his ass
into Gregor's hands. "Hey!" Jor glanced over his shoulder and down at
Gregor, "So not fair!"

"Learned from the best; turn around."

Jordan's grumbling didn't stop him from obeying, he turned and leaned
his shoulder blades against the tile so his hips were pushed forward and
his erection pointed straight at Gregor.

"It's calling for you, and it’s not gonna wash itself." Jor added a little
wiggle for good measure.

Gregor for the most part ignored Jor's cock, washing his feet first,
purposely bumping it every so often with the top of his head and smiling
at his lover's displeased noises. He moved up each leg, one at a time,
and while he worked his way up he started nudging Jor's cock with the
side of his head instead of the top, but never made firm contact.

"Quit teasing, Gregor, and suck me." Gregor expected it when Jor
grabbed his dick and started tapping on his cheek with it.

"You haven't answered my question yet. Why tonight?"

"Well..." That one syllable word seemed like four coming from Jor. "I
want to answer your question, but all the blood from my brain has
traveled south. I'm afraid if I can't do something about this problem..."
He continued to assault Gregor's head with his head, "I may never be
able to form a coherent sentence again."

Gregor grabbed Jor's weapon of choice and squeezed the tip of it with
enough pressure to make his lover's back arch and his breathing speed
up. "Oh really? That sounded pretty damn coherent to me."

"Thinking...not...clearly...more...need..." Jor pushed his hips forward
forcing his cock through Gregor's tight grip. "Please dear Gregor, do that
again?"

"But if I do that again..." Gregor circled his fingers around the shaft and
applied pressure with his whole hand this time. "I can't do this." He
pursed his lips around the spongy head and suctioned all the way to the

base, feeling his lover bump the back of his mouth and swallowing
quickly.

"Holy shit, I've found religion!"

Gregor ignored Jor's outburst and worked his way back up the shaft,
pressing with his tongue and massaging the big vein that completely
unhinged his lover. He halted Jor's movements with hands on his hips,
squeezing hard to get his point across.

He relished in the effects his boyfriend had on all of his senses—from
the taste of his precum to the clean musky scent of his skin. It was all Jor
and everything Gregor needed. Biting down softly, Gregor dragged his
teeth up until they bumped into the rim, then he swirled his tongue around
the crown and collected the goodness waiting for him.

It didn't take long for Jor to hit his level of patience with the slow and
steady pace Gregor teased with. So when Jor motioned to stir things up,
Gregor happily obliged by shifting his position and leaning against the
opposite tiled wall. Once he nodded his okay, Jor took over, pistoning
his hips back and forth.

"Do it, baby. I want you to come." Jor took a hand off the wall to run it
through Gregor's hair, tugging on the curly strands. "Make it happen."

Gregor relaxed and allowed his mouth to be fucked as he grabbed his
own cock and squeezed while dragging his hand up and down it. It didn't
take long for that telling heat to run through his body. He groaned around
Jor as ropes of cum shot up and covered his stomach and chest.

"Yeah baby. That's what I want...You're what I want." Jor mumbled
between breaths before he backed up a step and jacked himself, aiming
lower than Gregor's face so when he finally let out his scream of
completion, his cum joined Gregor's on his chest.

Gregor straightened his legs immediately when he realized Jor meant to
sit in his lap.

"Careful, I don't want to be the one to explain to my parents how my legs
got broken." He chuckled.

"What? Shower sex not a good enough reason?"

"It's not a reason I'll be willing to explain to them, or anyone else for that
matter."

His breath hitched when Jor ran a finger through their mixed cum. He
studied his lover's intenseness as he drew sideways figure eights through
it.

"Um...Jor? Now that your blood is equally dispersed through your body
again, want to tell me what's on your mind? Baby? Why tonight for the
sudden change of plans?"

"Because, tonight is the night we tell them about us. I'm tired of showing
up separately to these weekly dinners. I'm tired of us keeping different
apartments for pretenses. Think of it, how much faster we could save up
to own our own place if we didn't maintain two apartments. Damn it,
Gregor, they're our parents. They will love us no matter what. Why do
you think they wouldn't?"

Gregor's hand froze in the middle of rubbing circles on Jor's lower back.
"You did not just say what I think you did!"

"Gregor..."

"Don't Gregor me." He slid out from under Jor and in his hurry to rise
and vacate the shower he stumbled sidewards, grabbing the curtain as he
landed outside of the shower on his ass. Half the shower curtain ripped
from his spill and dangled there torn. Right now he could empathize with
that feeling.

He glared up at Jor, who now stood over him with a worried grimace on
his face.

"When were you going to tell me? Before or after you told them? Was
this gonna be one of your skit moments, hoping I'd jump right on in and
yell surprise? How dare you make this type of decision without talking
to me first?" He climbed to his feet and wrapped a towel around his
waist, heading for the bedroom and his clothes.

"That's my towel! And stop getting all melodramatic and hear me out,

Gregor!"

Gregor glanced over his shoulder to see Jor trying to rinse off as quickly
as possible. He removed the damn towel, dried his bottom half, wiped
his chest and threw it back into the bathroom. He then stomped to the
dresser and helped himself to a pair of sweatpants.

His mind reeling like crazy, he hopped on the empty desktop by the
window, gazing out.

Yeah he might have overreacted just a bit, but damn it, there were certain
things that Jordan just didn't have the right to decide on his own. When it
was pizza night and he showed up with Chinese instead, that was fine.
When they made plans to go to a show and he drove them to the dance
club, Gregor lived with that. But this, this wasn't one of those times and
this wasn't fair.

"You know I leave this desk here because it's your favorite place to sit
and think."

Gregor leaned into the palm that was now cupping his cheek. He didn't
want to rub his cheek against that still warm hand, he wanted to stay
pissed. But he never could with Jor, so why start now?

"What if they kick us out? What if they cut us off?"

Jor snorted, "I'm pretty sure we can take them. Anyway, we both have
jobs and our own places. We don't need their money, that's not why we
go over there every week. That's not why you went antiquing with your
mom last Saturday or why I went and played golf with my dad the other
weekend. We do those things because we not only love our parents, but
we like them too."

Jor turned and leaned back against him. Gregor instinctively wrapped his
right arm around Jor's chest and rested his chin on his shoulder.

Jor tapped his inside thigh. "And you know what? They don't just love
us, they like us, too. That is why I'm so certain that this is the right thing
to do."

"Were you even going to warn me?"

"Of course I was. I may be an ass but I'm a considerate one. That's why I
texted you to come over here early. I wasn't planning on you jumping in
the shower with me and teasing me like that. It befuddled my brain some,
got me off track."

Gregor chuckled, "Yeah, like that's hard to do."

He felt the light little kisses Jor bestowed on his arm. "Hey, you're the
only one that can do that, and you know it."

"So we get dressed and go throw ourselves on our parent's mercy? Why
tonight? Why now?"

He watched as Jor turned his head and gazed out the window at
Manhattan. "Valentine's Day means so much to everyone else. Why can't
it mean that much to us, too? Every year we lie to our parents about not
having dates...or going out stag with each other. If they knew...Gregor,
will you marry me?"

He couldn't have possibly heard Jordan correctly. They had never
discussed marriage before. "I beg your pardon?" Was his breathy
response.

"Oh Gregor, you don't have to beg, well not much at least."

Gregor slapped his head softly. "Where did this come from? We've
never discussed this before." Jor's shrug knocked his arms down, so he
turned his lover to look in his eyes.

"I never thought it was a possibility. But now, with all that has happened
here in New York... Well, it is now. I can now legally wed my best
friend of twenty years, the man I've been in love with for nearly ten of
those years. I can go in front of everyone and say proudly that Gregor
Frei-Young is my husband and I'm the happiest man in the world."

Gregor watched him walk to the closet and pick out a suit for the night.
He was speechless; his silly ornery boyfriend had been doing a lot of
thinking about this.

Jor's voice dragged him back to the here and now, "But what I can't do is
any of this if we continue to hide from the four people who have always

stood beside us through everything."

He hopped off the desk, walked across the room and gently cupped Jor's
face in his palms. "Yes."

Gregor smiled as he saw Jor's confusion in his eyebrows crinkling
together. "Yes?"

"Yes, we will tell them tonight, together. Yes, I will marry my best
friend of twenty years, whom I have been in love with for over half that
time. Yes, I will be Gregor Frei-Young and damn proud of it."

The End

Havan Fellows Author Bio

I annoy, love, respect, scare, seduce, hurt, anger, infatuate, frustrate,
flatter, envy, amuse and tolerate everyone. I just do it better in writing
thanks to a little thing called...edits.

Okay no, seriously...I'm a simple minded person who enjoys the escape
from real life through a book. I write with the group Story Orgy and hope
to continue doing so for a long time and I follow my muse where ever he
takes me … he hasn't failed me yet! I'm also published with Breathless
Press. And just like every other red blooded human – I love hearing from
people. So feel free to drop me a line – whether it's a comment on my
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