Chapter 8
Winston made a surprised sound against Kade’s mouth before melting into the kiss, his hands coming up to frame Kade's face. He tasted like the chicken they’d just had and Kade was ecstatic to have more. When Winston’s features began to shift slightly under Kade's touch, Kade just kissed him harder.
"I missed you. I tried not to, but I did,” Kade admitted against Winston's lips. "Let’s skip the friends thing."
“Okay,” was all Winston whispered. His reaction was obvious in the way his shifting had sped up at Kade’s words.
"Will you fuck me?” Kade asked.
Winston swallowed and adjusted the bulge in his pants. "Okay."
Kade kissed him again, pulling him to standing. He pressed his hips against Winston’s. That seemed to wake him up from his stupor and he pulled Kade closer, rubbing against him. He groaned when Kade pulled away from him to drag him toward the door.
“Wait,” Winston said. He turned on his heel and headed toward the office area. He came back quickly with something in his hand.
“Lube? How did you know that was there? It was probably there for years.” Kade took the little bottle from Winston’s hands and examined it, checking the expiration date. He flicked the bottle open and smelled it. It smelled okay.
Winston only shrugged and gave Kade that wicked smile.
“Well, all right then,” Kade said. He tossed it back to Winston who caught it with inhuman grace.
“Get over here,” Winston said. He crooked a finger at Kade while backing up toward the dressing room, his smile spreading.
Kade hesitated, deciding if he wanted to be difficult or not. Winston shifted. His clothes instantly disappeared, his keys and wallet falling to the floor.
Kade's breath caught as Winston let his naked form keep shifting in the dim light. Without the clothes to anchor his appearance, the changes were more fluid, more mesmerizing. Different amounts of muscle moved under the changing skin while hair grew and disappeared. Kade loved it all.
"Wow," Kade breathed.
"Come here," Winston said again, his voice dropping to that rough timber that made Kade's knees weak.
Kade crossed to him in three quick strides.
Winston backed up onto the platform, never taking his eyes off Kade's face.
This time, he didn't close the curtain. Winston positioned Kade behind the ottoman, facing the mirrors.
Kade's wide eyes watched Winston's changing form reflected back at him from three angles, creating an endless kaleidoscope of shifting beauty.
"I want to watch you watch us," Winston said, following Kade's gaze to the mirrors.
Kade blinked back a little dizziness as all the blood in his body changed direction and headed for his cock. He quickly pulled his shirt over his head, then worked at his belt with shaking fingers. Winston watched every movement, his body cycling through subtle variations.
When Kade stepped out of his jeans, Winston kicked them away. He was on him immediately, hands exploring every inch of Kade's body, mouth tasting any skin he could reach. His touch was different now—steadier, more confident than their first desperate encounter.
His hard cock, in all its different shapes and sizes, pressed against Kade's ass.
"I thought about this every day," Winston murmured against the side of Kade's throat. "About your hands on me. About how it felt to finally stop shifting."
Kade turned and captured Winston's mouth in another kiss, deeper this time, pouring a year's worth of longing into it.
Winston's lips shifted under his—fuller, then thinner, the stubble appearing and vanishing as his features changed.
Kade thrust so their cocks rubbed along each other. Winston moaned.
"Turn around," he breathed against Kade's ear.
Kade spun slowly, letting Winston's hands guide him.
In the mirrors, he could see Winston's face over his shoulder, features cycling faster now with arousal.
Winston's hands traced down Kade's spine, fingers changing length and thickness as they explored.
He pushed gently between Kade's shoulder blades until Kade bent over, his hands on the ottoman.
"You're so beautiful," Winston whispered, pressing kisses down Kade's spine.
Kade heard the unmistakable click of the lube bottle cap opening. He shivered when cool slickness slid between his cheeks, a contrast to the heat radiating from Winston's body pressed against him.
Fingertips, long and delicate first, then shifting to something broader and slightly calloused, traced teasing circles around Kade's entrance before pressing in with purpose. One digit breached him easily, sliding deep as Kade inhaled sharply through his nose.
"Easy," Winston murmured, though his own breath was uneven with excitement. He worked his finger in slow, deliberate movements. When he pressed in a second finger, the pleasurable stretch made Kade's back arch and Winston peppered kisses over his shoulder blades.
Kade felt the pressure building already, pleasure coiling tight in his gut as Winston added just the right curl to every thrust of his fingers. When Winston crooked his fingers just so, brushing over that spot inside him, Kade couldn't stop the desperate plea that tumbled from his lips.
"More," he gasped, pushing back against Winston's hand, hips canting impatiently. His fingers dug into the upholstery, the fabric creaking under his grip as Winston rewarded his demand with a third finger sliding in alongside the first.
Winston stretched and scissored his fingers until Kade was trembling with need. In the mirrors, Kade watched Winston's face change with concentration. No matter the structure, his jaw was tight, lips parted with effort.
"Please," Kade begged. "I'm ready. I want you."
Winston met Kade's eyes in the mirror. His one blue and one brown wide, looking at Kade with disbelief, as if he's never seen anything he wanted more.
Winstone withdrew his fingers and positioned himself behind Kade.
One hand steadied himself on Kade's hip while the other guided his cock.
He pressed against Kade, but when he gasped at the size, Winston stopped.
Kade expected him to pull back, to try again or opn him more, but instead he just waited.
Kade watched him in the mirror. Winston's eyes were closed, concentrating.
He shifted and then pressed a slightly smaller cock into Kade.
They both groaned as Winston worked himself in until he bottomed out. Kade was sure that he was going to have bruises on hips with how hard Winston was gripping him, even though he was going at a snail's pace.
"Winston, please?" Kade begged again, shifting his hips. He found an angle that got Winston deeper. Winston let out a pained noise.
Kade froze. "What's wrong?"
"I'm trying to control the shifting," Winston said.
Kade hadn't noticed that Winston's shifting had slowed down to almost nothing.
"Don't," Kade said.
"I don't want to hurt you," Winston said through clenched teeth.
"You won't," Kade said. "I trust you."
Kade could feel the subtle shifts in Winston's body as he released his control. Even inside him. Winston's cock changing. Subtly at first, a little longer or shorter, thickness fluctuating in waves that sent sparks through his nervous system and made Kade clench around him.
"God, you feel incredible," Winston breathed, starting to move.
The rhythm they found was perfect, Winston's hips snapping forward while Kade pushed back to meet each thrust. In the mirrors, Kade watched Winston's form cycle through changes—muscles bunching and releasing, shoulders broadening with effort, sweat beading on skin that flickered between different tones.
Inside him, Kade felt Winston let go completely as his cock changed with every thrust. The surprise and variety built Kade's pleasure higher than he ever thought it could go without coming first.
Finally, when Kade was so lost in pleasure he thought he'd float away forever, Winston's hand wrapped around Kade's cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. His grip shifted size constantly, creating new sensations that had Kade gasping.
"Look at me," Winston commanded, his voice rough with strain.
Kade raised his eyes to the mirrors and nearly came at the sight. Winston's body was changing faster now, features shifting with an intensity that matched what Kade was feeling. But his eyes—those mismatched eyes—remained locked on Kade's reflection, full of wonder and desire.
"You're perfect," Kade managed to say. "All of you."
Winston's rhythm faltered, then picked up again, more urgent now. "I love you," he said suddenly, the words tumbling out like a confession. "I've loved you since that first night."
The admission sent heat racing through Kade's veins. The truth of it hitting him like a physical blow.
Winston's shifting sped up, his form cycling rapidly as pleasure overtook control. Kade watched in fascination as Winston's face changed in the mirror—features sharpening with intensity, then softening with tenderness.
"Come for me," Winston whispered, his hand working faster on Kade's cock. "Please? I want to feel you come around me."
The combination of Winston's shifting touch and his request pushed Kade over the edge. Winston felt bigger than ever as Kade gave him exactly what he asked for. He came with a cry that echoed off the mirrors, tightening around Winston's cock and spilling over his hand.
Winston followed moments later, his shifting more erratic than ever as he pulsed inside Kade, painting his insides.
They stayed connected for a long moment, until the aftershocks passed, both breathing hard. Winston's arms came around Kade's chest, pulling him up and holding him close as they watched their reflection in the mirrors.
"So, about what I said," Winston his his face in Kade's shoulder.
"I might love you, too," Kade said, before Winston could take it back. He leaned back against Winston's solid warmth, marveling at how right it felt. "I don't know, though. Ask me when on a day when I haven't had the best sex of my life."
Winston's smile in the mirror was soft and genuine, even if it was on several different faces.
"I'll just have to make that day a very long time from now. Maybe next Halloween."