Chapter 3
Kade knew there was reasons why kissing this naked, miraculous man was a bad idea, but the moment Winston's lips touched his, all of them evaporated.
Winston. It was a good name. Kade liked it. And he was wanted Kade, too. This wasn’t just some creepy over bearing crush if it was reciprocated.
By the way Winston was kissing him, the attraction was definitely reciprocated.
The kiss deepened, and Kade let himself drown in it.
Winston's mouth was warm, but he was still shifting.
His lips were soft, then firmer. Plump, then thin.
Even the stubble changed, barely there to giving Kade beard burn for a second before disappearing again.
It was like kissing someone new with the exact same technique every few seconds.
Kade groaned into Winston's mouth and pulled him closer.
Winston's hands found the hem of Kade's t-shirt and tugged upward. Kade broke the kiss just long enough to let the fabric slip over his head before diving back in, carding his fingers through Winston’s hair as if changed lengths.
Winston dropped to his knees between Kade’s legs. He moved his kisses from Kade’s mouth to his jaw, down his throat, and kept moving downward.
"God, you're perfect," Winston murmured against Kade’s chest.
Kade wasn't perfect. He was soft around the edges. His physique was built from constantly lifting supplies, moving around the store, and forgetting to eat. But the reverence in Winston's voice made him feel maybe Winston believed it.
Those shifting hands traveled lower, working at Kade's belt buckle with surprising dexterity despite the way his fingers lengthened and shortened unpredictably. The belt came free, then his button, then his zipper.
"Wait," Kade breathed. "You don't have to—"
Winston was eye level with Kade’s bulge. Those mismatched eyes flicked from Kade’s face to where his cock was trapped and back. "I want to. I really, really want to."
He tugged Kade's jeans down just enough to free his cock, already hard enough to stand on it own from kissing alone. Winston's breath ghosted over sensitive skin as he admired it. He licked Kade from root to tip, before taking just the head in his mouth.
Kade's head fell back and his arms shook as they struggled to support him. “Fuck."
Winston was good at this. More than good.
His mouth worked with focused intensity, tongue swirling and lips providing just the right amount of pressure.
But it was the changing sensations that nearly really fired Kade up.
Winston's tongue would be rough one moment, smooth the next.
His lips would plump fuller, then narrow.
The shape of his jaw changed, creating entirely new angles of pleasure.
Kade forced his eyes open and caught sight of them in the trifold mirrors.
Winston's naked body shifted constantly as he worked.
Shoulders broadening, waist narrowing, muscles rippling under skin that could be anywhere on the spectrum.
His hair cycled through shades of brown and blonde and red, sometimes curling, sometimes straight.
Most incredible of all, Winston had one hand wrapped around his own cock, stroking himself while he sucked Kade. The angle of his wrist and elbow kept changing as his proportions shifted, but he never missed a beat, never lost rhythm.
"Jesus, Winston." Kade's voice came out strained.
Winston pulled off just long enough to lick a stripe up Kade's length, then took him deeper. His free hand cupped Kade's balls, fingers shifting size as they rolled and massaged. Sometimes they even had the bite of long nails.
Kade watched in fascination as Winston's face changed. There could be no better costume. Winston was the best there was and Kade loved it.
Only those mismatched eyes remained constant. They flicked up to meet Kade's gaze, and the sight of them framed by shifting lashes and brows was more erotic than anything Kade had ever imagined.
The eye contact broke something loose in Kade's chest. Heat coiled tight in his belly, pressure building rapidly in his balls.
"I'm close," he warned.
Winston just hummed around him and doubled his efforts.
Kade made a sound that wasn't words—somewhere between a groan and Winston's name—and hauled him to his feet. Kade crashed his mouth to Winston’s, possessing him, if only for the moment, as Kade wrapped his hand around both their cocks, stroking them together.
The feeling of Winston's length shifting against his own sent sparks through Kade's nervous system. Sometimes thicker, sometimes longer, the angle constantly changing as Winston's hips adjusted to his fluctuating proportions. Pre-cum slicked the way as Kade's grip tightened.
"Come on," Kade breathed against Winston's ear. "Come with me."
Winston's body went rigid, a full-body shudder running through him as he spilled over Kade's hand.
Kade used it as lube and kept milking him, pulling more pleasure out of Winston.
The sight of his changing features caught in the throes of orgasm—mouth open, eyes squeezed shut, neck arched—pushed Kade over the edge.
He came hard, painting Winston's shifting belly.
They leaned against each other, chests heaving. Winston laughed breathlessly.
"That was..." he started.
"Yeah."
Kade tucked himself back into his pants and fastened his jeans with shaking fingers. He grabbed his discarded t-shirt and used it to clean their hands and Winston's stomach, watching in fascination as the muscles beneath shifted, even in relaxation.
They slid down to sit on the platform floor, shoulders touching, backs resting against the ottoman. The mirrors reflected their post-orgasm sprawl from three angles. Winston’s shifting had slowed and become more subtle. A few freckles here or there. The shade of his hair.
Kade found himself mesmerized by the constant, subtle motion. "How do you do it?"
"Do what?" Winston's voice carried laughter.
"The..." Kade gestured vaguely at all of him. "The shapeshifting thing."
Winston gave Kade s half smile and Kade realized he’d missed the joke.
"How do you walk? Or talk? I mean, you know how to do it, but it’s hard to put in words.” Winston looked at his hands. “Maybe if I knew more about it, it’d might be easier to control."
They sat in comfortable quiet for a moment. Winston's shoulder was warm against Kade's, and he caught himself cataloging each tiny shift—the way Winston's collarbone became more pronounced, then softened again.
"Has it always been like this?"
"No. It started maybe a year ago. At least that’s when it got really bad. I’m still figuring it out."
“Bad? You don’t have anyone to help you? Parents? Is it not, like, a genetic thing?” Kade asked, not sure if he was being rude.
“It probably is, but I wouldn’t know.” Winston looked away from Kade. “I was raised by foster parents. They were not big fans of the shifting “
“How is that possible? This is the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen. And not just during sex, though I liked that, too.”
Winston’s face turned red. The flush stayed even through the moving features.
“They were religious. We were already on rocky ground since they’d caught me with my boyfriend when I was eighteen. The shifting just sealed it for them and they kicked me out.”
The conversation died again. Kade struggled to find something to say. He was surprised that he wasn’t uncomfortable that they weren’t talking, he just didn’t want Winston to be sad.
“So how old are you?”
“Twenty-four. Why?”
“Oh thank god,” Kade said, dramatically putting his head between his knees and taking deep breaths. “For a minute, I thought I had sex with a nineteen-year-old. A teenager. There’s no way to know with your…super power.”
Winston laughed. Kade sat up with his hands on his chest.
“Super power?” Winston asked. Kade nodded. “Hm. How old are you then?”
“Twenty-seven.”
“Parents?”
“Nope. I mean, I have a mom. We just don’t have a lot in common.” Kade sighed. “Or we have too much in common. We both prefer working to each other. She did give me the seed money for this though, so not all bad.”
“Yeah, same.” Winston said. “Mine were good for fifteen years until the bisexual thing.”
They sat there, alone together.
A chill raised goosebumps on Kade's arms. "I should grab a hoodie."
He stood and stretched, joints popping after sitting on the hard floor. Winston followed his lead, unfolding gracefully despite his constantly changing proportions.
“Me too,” Winston said.
Kade pushed the curtain aside and secured it behind the mirror. Winston moved to retrieve a thin hoodie from behind the counter—faded gray fabric worn soft at the elbows, with holes near the hem.
The shabby state of it made something twist in Kade's chest.
"Wait." Kade stopped halfway to the back room. "Is that it? Do you not have clothes?"
Winston's brow furrowed in concentration. His body stopped the random shifting, features settling into the exact appearance from earlier that day—dark hair, stubble, leather jacket, jeans, boots. Except clean-shaven this time.
"That's so hot," Kade said without thinking.
Winston grinned.
"Are you technically naked all the time then?"
"No, I still get cold and stuff so real clothes are better.” Winston held up the shabby hoodie. “I just…um…didn’t think I need them tonight.” Winston looked at Kade from under his lashes. It amused Kade to see it on someone quite a bit taller than him.
“Oh, right. The breaking and entering.” Kade bumped Winston’s shoulder with his.
“Look. I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean any harm.” Winston passed the hoodie back and forth between his hands. “Costumes seem to help me…stay in character. And yours are really good. I saw your ad in the city and had to hitch a ride down.”
Kade looked between the worn hoodie and Winston's carefully constructed appearance. He got kicked out, had to hitch to town, and had trouble keeping his form. The pieces were clicking together and now Kade was walking him into the middle of a cold night.
Kade didn’t need a reason to invite Winston back to his place, but it was nice to have one in case Winston rejected him.
"Do you want to come back to my place?”Kade offered. "It's just upstairs. I've got better hoodies.”
Winston hesitated, fingers tightening on the threadbare fabric. "I don't want to impose."
"You're not imposing. I'm bribing." Kade pumped his eyebrows.
Another moment of hesitation, then Winston nodded. "Okay. Yeah. I'd like that."