TF (melting, evaporating, puddling, merging)

“So, you nervous, Tim?” Bryan asked as the two men walked down the street.

“A little,” Tim admitted. “Oh heck, all right, a lot. You’re talking about doing something so completely weird, it blows my mind. So yeah, I’m nervous.”

Bryan reached out for his hand and gave it an affectionate squeeze. “We don’t have to go on to Rory’s place. We can just turn around and go home if you like. I’d never make you do something you didn’t want to do.”

Tim shook his head and gave Bryan’s hand a little squeeze. “Nah, it’s okay. It sounds crazy to me, but I understand how much melting means to you. I know we’ve only been going out for a few months, but I love you, and I want you to be happy. So let’s go. Besides, I want to make sure melting really is a thing and you’re not just playing some huge prank on me.”

“You don’t have to take the serum. Unless you want to.”

“Sure. Only … I’m nervous, but I’m kind of excited too …”

Bryan smiled. “You remind me of someone.”

“Really? Who?”

“Me, two years ago. Okay, this is it,” Bryan said, as they arrived at a narrow brownstone, its steps leading up to a bright green door. “I might have mentioned this before, but Rory and Ford can come across as …”

“Real bros,” Tim finished. “Yeah, you told me. It’s okay, I’ll handle it. Even if their first word is ‘dude’.”

*

“Dude!” The door was flung open and a tall man with a floppy fringe and a broad grin greeted them. “Good to see you, Bryan!”

“You too, Rory,” Bryan said as he was enveloped in a bear hug. “Hey, meet the boyfriend.”

“Hi, I’m Tim,” Tim said, before he was given the same treatment. “Oof!”

“Glad to meet you, man,” Rory said. “I hope you’ve been treating Bryan well, he deserves it.”

“He’s been great,” Bryan grinned as Tim gasped for air.

“Good to hear. Well, come on in, dudes! Want a beer? I got Grolsch. Only the best, man, only the best.”

“Sure, that’d be cool.”

“Go on through to the living room. Ford’s there, and he’s got …” Rory dropped his voice to a stage whisper. “THE STUFF.”

“Oh, the melting stuff?”

“Shhhh! Not so loud, man, walls have ears.” And Rory grinned again. “Well, they will.”

Ford turned out to be a shorter - barely - guy with hipster specs, his T-shirt bearing the message “Keeping Things Weird Is My Profession”. “Hey, Bryan! You made it to our little soire!” He kissed Bryan on the cheek. “How you been doing, babe?”

“Things are good, thanks, Ford, mostly due to this guy here,” Bryan said.

“Oh, hey, you’re Tim?” Ford offered his hand, which Tim took. “Anyone told you that you look like a young Mark Hamill?”

“Um … no?” Tim said, glancing at Bryan. “That’s the guy from Star Wars, right?”

“That’s right, Luke Skywalker,” Rory said, entering with a tray of bottles. “Don’t let my geek waylay you, Tim. I’m surprised Ford hasn’t already pumped you for your opinions on The Force Awakens - you’ve been in the house for three minutes.”

“Ooh, man, I’m hurt!” Ford mock-winced, taking a bottle. “Although, now you mention it … you’ve both seen it, right?”

“Of course,” Bryan said, his own beer in hand. “In fact, you might find this hard to believe, but that was the first Star Wars film Tim’s seen.”

“Oh my God, a virgin!” Rory laughed.

“Well, don’t hold back, man,” Ford said impatiently. “Come on, sit down and let me know what you thought.”

For the next hour, the four discussed everything from The Force Awakens (wonderful, but more a Greatest Hits than a movie should be) to the new James Bond (ditto), recent raves, a Michael Chabon novel and the latest season of Gotham (“is it too much to say that the Penguin is a much hotter dude than Gordon?”). Tim was lost for quite a bit of the conversation; still, he quickly found himself comfortable. It was a comfortable room, with overstuffed sofas, white painted floorboards, and old movie posters framed on the walls. Rory and Ford’s easy rapport, and the affectionate way they touched and finished each other’s sentences, was charming. His wariness at being in an unfamiliar situation melted, and he and Bryan moved closer to each other on the sofa.

The wariness returned in full force, though, when after a third round of (good) beers Ford said, “well, who’s up for some melting, then?”

Bryan glanced at Tim, placing his hand on his knee. “You know what, Ford, Tim’s never seen anything like this. I thought he and I might watch you guys go first, just to get hm comfortable with it.”

“Of course, dude, of course!” Ford said, pulling a small box out from under the sofa.

“Although,” Rory said, standing up and undoing his belt, “I hope you’re comfortable with us getting naked too.”

It hadn’t occurred to Tim they’d have to remove their clothing. But Rory seemed completely unembarrassed, which somehow made him unembarrassed too.

“I’m curious, but where do you get melting serums from?” he asked, leaning back on the sofa. “I mean, if it’s a secret …”

“No bro, it’s no secret,” Ford said, pulling his T-shirt over his head. “I get ‘em from Goo Labs.”

“From … who?”

“It’s a mail order firm. Very mysterious. Sometimes the website’s there, sometimes it’s not. Usually you hear about them from someone else. You write to them, and if you’re lucky, they’ll send you something. Sometimes it’s one thing only, sometimes it’s a lot.”

“Yeah, they like to test them,” Bryan said. “With human guinea pigs.”

“Apparently there’s some girl who’s their number one tester - I heard she actually managed to turn herself into powder and live,” Rory added.

“Yeah, there’s all sorts of different goo potions,” Ford said, taking a group of little bottles out of the box and lining them up on the coffee table. “But these ones are the classic goo ones. Melt yourself into a puddle.”

Tim glanced at the two naked men. “And you’re going to be … puddles?”

“Among other things, yeah, dude.”

Bryan squeezed Tim’s hand. Tim knew what that squeeze meant. Want to duck out? He shook his head briefly. He was so curious and … well, it seemed so ridiculous that these two guys, well muscled, could suddenly … not be muscled at all.

Ford grinned and picked up a bottle in each hand, giving one to Rory. “You first, or me?”

“You, babe. But first …” Rory leaned in for a kiss, Ford meeting his lips. Then Ford threw his head back and chugged the bottle’s contents.

“Oh man,” he said. “I swear they change the taste of that damned thing with every bottle - and this time it’s butterscotch. I hate butterscotch.”

As Tim watched, all the colour seemed to drain out of Ford.

“Dude, you’re changing!” Rory said gleefully.

“Oh yeah, I got the tingles bad. Am I transparent yet?”

“Almost, man.”

Ford’s body was becoming more and more translucent, until Tim could begin to vaguely see right through him.

“Is this what the serum does?” he asked.

“At the start, yeah,” Bryan explained. “His body is turning into goo, then it’ll melt down.”

“Hey, look!” Ford said. “This is one of my favourite parts.” He began flexing his arms, which rippled and then began to jiggle crazily, moving in ways that shouldn’t have been humanly possible.

“You’re a wobbly jelly, man!”

And then Ford began to change shape. As Tim watched his legs began to melt together, making one, before spreading out on the floor in a little pool. His arms began elongating too, stretching down his body.

Rory darted forward, snatching at something he held up triumphantly. “Got your dick, dude!”

He had, although the long thing in his hand didn’t have much the shape of a penis any more, bending and elongating like the rest of Ford.

Shocked, Tim stared at the space the part had been, which was as smooth as a Barbie doll - or, perhaps more fittingly, a Ken.

Ford’s arms had fused with his body. “Dude, I’m going fast! Take it now!”

Grinning, Rory opened a bottle of the melting serum and downed it. Then he began to go through the same process as Ford, growing pale and then translucent.

“Get in me, Rory!”

The pale figure aspproached the melting one, whose head was growing less and less featured. Its ears had vanished, and its nose, although it still had eyes and a mouth. Rory tenderly kissed the lips before pushing forward. As he did his own head was enveloped by Ford’s gooey one, leaving it looking like it had been preserved in jelly.

“Always love being inside you, man.” The words were indistinct, as if they’d been uttered at the bottom of a swimming pool.

Tim glanced at Bryan, who was glued to the sight, with a grin on his face and a big lump in his pants. Tim knew how he felt. Why wasn’t this horrifying? Why was it so … sexy?

Rory’s body, still mostly human-shaped, was now completely covered in Ford’s blob, reminding Tim of a baby in the womb. Gradually Rory too melted, becoming more and more indistinct, until it was no longer easy to distinguish between the pair.

And finally one gooey transparent puddle lay on the floor.

It took a moment or so for Tim to regain speech. “Oh God! That’s … that’s them?”

“Sure is,” Bryan said. “Come and see.”

Gingerly Tim crept forward, looking down into the puddle, until it sprouted two eyes and a mouth. “Dude, this is so fucking rad!”

“Yeragh!” Tim leapt backwards, almost crashing into the sofa. “It … it speaks?”

Bryan, to his credit, was trying hard not to laugh, and almost succeeding. “It speaks all right. It hardly ever shuts up.”

“Hey, that’s insulting! And … okay, pretty much correct,” said the voice, which Tim now recognised as Ford’s (although with a strange faraway tone). “And it’s him, not it.”

“Them.” Another pair of eyes and a mouth appeared under the others. “We’re them, man.”

“You guys okay in there?” Tim asked.

“Oh yeah! Never better!” Rory said.

“Never get tired of it,” Ford added. “We’d do this every week if we could. Hey, watch this!”

And one of the mouths vanished slowly. Once it had gone the other eyes followed it, and then the remaining mouth slid under the eyes. “Cool, huh?” And then the features began to spin around the pool with such glee that Tim had to laugh.

“Pretty nice trick,” he said.

“Oh, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet. Step back, because it’s gonna get hot in here!”

The eyes and mouth vanished. Tim glanced at Bryan. “What’s going on?”

“You’ll see. Let’s get back to the sofa to watch, because Ford’s right - things will get hot.”

First one bubble lazily came to the surface of the pool, then another, and another. And then suddenly the puddle was a writhing mass of bubbles.

“Dude, we’re boiling!”

Tim recoiled from the heat. As he watched, steam began to rise off the pool, then more, until the room was thick with it. And the pool was shrinking, smaller and smaller, until it retreated to the size of a shoe, then a coin, and then, as Tim watched wide-eyed, vanished altogether.

He hadn’t realised he’d grabbed Bryan’s hand, or that he was squeezing it tight, until Bryan gave a reluctant cry of “ow”.

“What happened? Where did they go? How do we get them back?” Tim cried.

“Relax, lover,” Bryan said, pulling Tim tight. “They’ve evaporated. It’s kind of their party trick. As to where they went, well, here,” he said, indicating the steam, which was itself evaporating. “The atmosphere. Everywhere in the house. If I know them, they’ll probably float around for a while before reforming themselves into goo and spreading themselves around the house. Usually they’ll start covering the walls of their bedroom - well, that’s what they did last time.”

“They’ll come back, though, right?”

“The serum wears off after a while - usually between three and five hours. They’ll just pop right back into human form. And after that … well, I’m guessing they’ll have things to do.”

Tim didn’t have to ask what he meant. He himself was rock hard, and one glance at his boyfriend told him he was the same.

“That was …”

“Disturbing? Weird? Repulsive?”

“Arousing.”

“Oh.”

They cuddled for a minute.

“Tim?” Bryan said softly. “Would you mind … there’s the bottles … I really want to melt.”

Tim smiled. “That would be fantastic. I’d love to watch you. Melt for me, Bryan.”

With a grin Bryan stood and began to undress, kicking off his shoes, then shrugging off his jeans and hoodie, before pulling his T-shirt off.

Tim gazed at his lithe body. “I can’t believe you’re going to change into a blob.”

“Believe it, man.” Bryan pulled down his undies and stepped out of them, before taking one of the remaining bottles. “See you on the other side, Ray.”

“At last, a pop culture reference of yours I get!”

No point in sipping the serum, Bryan thought as he knocked it back. Weird. This one was lemony.

The tingle that shot through him indicated the serum was taking effect on his body. Oh man, it had been too long since he’d done this. He looked down at his body. It was still a very pale pink, but even as he watched, it was growing transparent.

“Oh man, I’ve got a see-through cock,” he thought crazily. And he did.

“You look like a ghost,” Tim said.

Then came that glorious moment when his form began to break down. One second he was still human, albeit a clear, wobbly one. The next he was like a guttering candle. Bryan knelt on the floor, watching as his legs were absorbed into his ass. His dick became little more than an outline on his belly before merging with the rest of him.

Bryan tried to wave at Tim, but he found his hand stuck to his head. No matter, his head was sinking into his shoulders.

Tim watched fascinated as the last remaining traces of his boyfriend vanished into the billowing blob. It in turn sank down and down until it was a thick pile of clear goo.

He got to his feet and approached the blob. The jelly-like thing was lying on the floor but shaking softly, almost as if it was …

Wait! It was! It was laughing!

“You seem to be enjoying this,” he told the blob.

Two eyes and a mouth formed on the blob, just as it had on the others. “Oh, believe me, I am! Just changing shape, losing your form … you can’t believe how good it feels!”

“I can imagine.”

“No, I don’t think you can.” There was a tease in the tone of Bryan. Tim stared at the gooey mass that had been his boyfriend. That’s Bryan, he told himself. Last night I was making love to him. Not 15 minutes ago we were cuddling on the sofa. And now …

Now he was a quivering mass of jelly.

“Tim, I want you to do something for me.”

“Anything.”

“Walk on me.”

“What?” Tim was slightly appalled. “But … you’re … I might hurt you! I could squish you!”

“Tim, my love, believe me when I say nothing can hurt me in this form. You can pull me into tiny pieces and I’d still be able to pull myself together. I could be spread over the walls and I’d turn back into myself, no problem. So why don’t you take off your shoes and step into me?”

Nothing could hurt him? Then … “Okay.”

“In fact,” Bryan said - and there was definitely a smile in his voice - “why don’t you take off all your clothes?”

Well, why not? Tim removed his sneakers and socks, then unbuttoned his shirt. He felt so … naughty …

“Can you see me?”

“Oh yeah, I can see you fine.”

Tim did a little fashion twirl before unzipping his jeans and sliding them down his legs. He hooked his fingers in his briefs, wriggling his ass at the blob, which promptly wolf whistled at him.

Giggling, Tim turned revealing his hard-on. “What should I do?”

“Just squish me.”

Gingerly Tim brought one foot down on the blobby mess. To his surprise it felt quite pleasant, like stepping into a warm bath - if a somewhat gooey one. The puddle of Bryan was tepidly warm, not the cold he’d been expecting.

“You can sit on me,” Bryan encouraged him.

Tim crouyched down before depositing his ass down on the floor. “It’s like you’re a wading pool, man!”

“Bend down and scoop some of me up. It won’t hurt me. I’ll enjoy it.”

“But …” Tim cupped his hands and pulled out a little bit of the goo. “Won’t you be in two places at once?”

“Clever boy,” a little mouth on the goo in his hands said.

“Being in two is fantastic,” the big puddle said. “But you know what’s better?”

“Being in three … or more?”

“You got it!”

With increasing boldness, Tim splashed around in his melted boyfriend. He squished and squeezed him in his hands. He could feel the goo between his toes, and under his ass. With a giggle he began to rub the goo into his hair.

“Nice one!” a dozen Bryan voices cheered him on.

He lay down in the pool on his back, feeling the liquified man under him. As he watched the goo slithered up around his waist, covering his genitals.

“Bryan, what are you doing?”

“Something nice for you.” And the goo tightened and retracted around him.

Oh. My. Freakin’. God.

This was the best hand job ever.

“I don’t really know what you’re doing,” Tim gasped. “But keep on doing it!”

Did he really hear a chorus of giggles? All he knew was paradise was coming, and …

So was he.

Fireworks, dude. Fireworks.

For a moment he lay back, his nose and mouth above the goo, absolutely spent.

“Well,” said Bryan, amused. “That’s something I’ve never done before.”

“Me neither, babe,” Tim sighed. “Me neither.”

He looked across the room, at the coffee table.

The coffee table, and the row of little bottles sitting on it.

Here was something else he’d never done before.

“Bryan, beautiful,” he said. “I think I’m ready.”

“Ready?”

He pointed at the table.

“Oh.” And then: “Ohhhhhh.”

Tim with some difficulty extricated himself from the gooey puddle - as Bryan had suggested, the goo simply slid off his body and back into the pool - and made his way to the table. He picked up his bottle and held it up to the light. Its mysterious contents seemed to gleam.

“You sure about this?” Bryan said, a touch of concern in his voice.

“Bryan, my love,” he replied, “I’ve never been more sure of anything … except I love you.”

He drank the serum and was hit almost immediately by a gentle tingling that grew in intensity before fading away.

And once it did, he began to change.

“Oh God!” he gasped. It was working. He could feel it. He was going to do this. He couldn’t stop it. He was going to be … not human.

“I’m getting clear!” he said, as the floorboards became visible under his feet. He looked at his hand - through his hand - and then wriggled his fingers. He gasped when they flailed about, almost flying off his palm.

“Come and sit in me, love,” Bryan said. “We’ll do this together.”

His legs felt wobbly - they were wobbly - and Tim slid about on the floor, almost falling over as he made his way to Bryan. He could just feel himself liquifying as he threw himself into the gooey puddle.

And oh, there he went, his body flowing about, his cock joining the puddle and being pulled in, his arms getting stuck in the pool and then being in the pool and becoming one with the pool …

For a second he panicked as he felt himself pouring away, feeling himself becoming a kind of film floating on Bryan …

“It’s okay. Just let it happen. It’s not something bad. Trust me.”

Trust me. And he did. And Tim found himself expanding and seeping through Bryan …

“We’re … us?”

“We are,” Bryan confirmed. “We’ve combined. You’re you, and I’m me, and we’re us. How do you feel?”

“Blissful,” Tim purred. “Apart from anything else, this feels amazingly intimate. I mean, I love you, and I want to be with you, and now I feel like, in some way, I’m part of you. I don’t know if I’ll ever be content with just being one person again.”

“I know. Incredible, isn’t it? I’ll see if we can get some goo serums of our own.”

Tim couldn’t tell you how long they lay on the floor, an oozing pile of goo, before the thought struck him.

“Bryan?”

“Hmm, baby?”

“You know what Rory and Ford did? The evaporating? Is it possible … could we do that?”

“Absolutely.”

And soon they were an ecstatic mass of bubbles, and Tim could feel him and Bryan turning into vapour, and being on the floor as well, with the weird sensation of looking down from the air at himself, who was looking at him in the air …

“I’m flying!”

He felt rather than heard Bryan’s laughter. But then Tim felt his body as it was expanding all through the air, the room, the house … and Bryan always with him and in him …

And the puddle on the floor vanished, the vapour grew dim and faded away, and the house grew still.

Tim, everywhere and nowhere, had a thought flash through him.

“When do we get to do this again?”

Answered by Bryan’s “soon, baby, soon”. “But,” he added, “we’re going to be human again soon … and then there’s something I want to do with you first.”