TF (melting)

As Tim turned into the street and made for the old brownstone, a little thrill ran down his spine. This, after all, was where it had begun. This was where he’d … melted.

When his boyfriend Bryan had confessed, a few months after they’d started going out, that he was into melting, Tim had been convinced there was some prank going on. Guys couldn’t just drink some magic serum and turn into a puddle of goo … could they?

They could. He’d watched as Bryan’s friends Rory and Ford had done it. Then as Bryan did it. And finally he’d done it himself. He’d screwed up his courage, drank the crystal blue serum, and changed.

He’d thought it would have been horrifying to change yourself. He’d been wrong. Transforming from a human being into a semi-liquid blob, losing all shape and form, had felt amazingly liberating. And then to merge with Bryan, to become one big pool of goo, and then to heat and evaporate — to become vapour, floating in the air …

Well, it had blown his mind.

They’d done it several more times since, and it had been very special. Very special indeed.

And then, he’d had this idea.

He marched up the steps to the door and rang the bell, and waited for the inevitable cry of …

“Dude!”

The door was flung open and Rory, wearing a Star Wars T-shirt, his floppy fringe almost falling into his eyes, beamed at him.

“Nice to see you, Tim, my man! Been too long!”

“Hey, Rory,” Tim smiled.

Rory peered down the street. “Bryan with you?”

“Uh, no,” Tim admitted. “See, it’s our anniversary in a week, and I thought you could help me do something … special … for Bryan.”

“Special?”

“Really special.”

Rory’s grin got even broader.

“Come on in, dude. I think I have exactly what you need.”

*

One week later …

Bryan was glad to get home. It had been a long day at the office, and he’d barely left his desk. That long sitting down had given him back pain. He attempted to stretch to one side, to alleviate the pain.

He walked up the stairs to the apartment and let himself in. Strange, it was so quiet. Surely Tim would have got home before him?

Then he noticed the rose petals on the floor.

“Tim?” he said quietly.

“In here, babe.”

Bryan followed his boyfriend’s voice — and the petals — down the hallway. As he had expected, they led to the bathroom.

When the pair had decided to move in together, they’d looked at a dozen places before settling on this apartment. And what had clinched the deal was the bathroom. Big, roomy, double windows, and with a huge old claw-footed bath.

Light was glowing from under the door. Bryan smiled and pushed it open.

A dozen candles, carefully placed, lit the bathroom. More petals lay scattered on the floor. And there in the bath lay his beautiful boyfriend. Naked.

His buff body, his slightly curly hair, the boyish grin Bryan loved so much. The tangle of pubic hair, and what lay under them.

It was definitely a sight for sore eyes.

“Hey lover,” Tim greeted him.

“Hey yourself,” Bryan said. He bent over the tub and kissed Tim, long and fully.

“So …”

“One year today?”

“One year today.”

They smiled, and Bryan tousled Tim’s hair.

“But I thought we decided we’d celebrate on the weekend,” Bryan said. “Go meet the guys for drinks, then dinner at that fancy new place.”

“Oh, I know,” Tim smiled. “But I did want to do something nice for you tonight. I mean, you’ve been working so hard this past couple of weeks. Your muscles get so tight and stressed …”

“Don’t I know it,” Bryan sighed.

“So I thought you might like a nice relaxing bath.”

Bryan blinked. “Well, that would be wonderful, but aren’t you already in the bath?”

“I don’t think you get it.” This time Tim was grinning. “I thought you might like a nice relaxing bath … in me.” And he gestured to the end of the bath, where several small bottles full of a gleaming blue liquid sat.

A lightbulb went off in Bryan’s head and he grinned too.

“That would be incredible, hon. Just let me get out of my things.”

Tim watched happily as Bryan unbuttoned his shirt, dropped it onto the floor (away from the candles), then took off his shoes and socks (both agreed there was nothing less sexy than a man naked except for socks).

“Now, the pants!” he instructed.

Bryan smiled and undid his belt, before unzipping his pants. He turned around so his ass was facing Tim, and wriggled out of the pants, before turning around again.

“I guess you want these gone too?” Bryan said, indicating his briefs.

“You know it, babe.”

“OK then.”

Bryan hooked his thumbs into the briefs and slowly lowered them. Tim cheered as his erect penis was set free.

“Always nice to see that,” Tim nodded. “Take a seat, baby. The show’s about to start.”

With a grin, Bryan perched himself on a stool they kept in the bathroom.

Carefully, not taking his eyes off Bryan, Tim reached for the bottles of serum. He plucked the stopper from one, then brought the bottle to his lips. He winked at his partner, then drained the small bottle.

Bryan was totally hard, anticipating what was to come next.

Tim lay back in the bath. “I can feel it … the tingling … you know what that means.”

“You’re going to change now, lover. You’re going to melt.”

“Oh God … it’s changing me … it’s happening!” Tim said happily.

Bryan couldn’t take his eyes off Tim. His beautiful boyfriend was growing pale now, as if all the colour was being leeched out of him.

“Am I transparent yet?”

“You’re getting that way!” Bryan could begin to see things through Tim’s gorgeous body, the plug at the bottom of the bath, the tiles on the wall.

As Tim grew more and more transparent, his features grew a little indistinct, until he looked like he’d been cast out of a jelly mould.

“You look so hot,” Bryan said. He restrained himself with difficulty — how he would love to take himself in hand right now. But there was so much of the show left to see …

Gradually Tim’s hair merged with his head. As Bryan watched, Tim’s arms began to be absorbed into his sides, and his legs joined together.

“Now this is the part I regret,” Bryan said as he watched Tim’s erect cock flatten itself against his stomach, to vanish into the increasingly blob-like goo Tim was.

“Me too,” sighed Tim. “Oh hey, did my nose just vanish now?”

“Yep. Good thing you don’t need to breathe any more.”

“I think this might be it …”

With a sigh of pleasure, Tim’s body smoothed itself out until there were no traces left that what was in the bath had ever been human. No, it was now two-thirds full of a clear, almost liquid-like substance, like lube.

Bryan crept over to the bath. Was it his imagination, or did that goo look a little more liquid than before?

“You alright, honey?” he said softly.

A ripple ran over the top of the goo, resolving itself into a set of lips. “Do you have to ask, babe? I’m fabulous! This is the best thing ever!”

“You seem pretty … watery.”

“Well, that’s appropriate for a bath, don’t you think?” The goo chuckled. “Just a slight change to the formula that Rory suggested. Nothing to worry about.”

“Good.”

“Well … what are you waiting for? Get in me!”

Bryan grinned. “An offer I can’t refuse, eh?”

“Just do it!”

Bryan leaned over and experimentally dipped a finger into the bath. It was warm, not too hot or cold. “Did you warm yourself up for me?”

“Of course. Come on in, the goo is fine!”

Bryan stepped into the bath, the goo giving little sighs of delight. He lowered himself down and laid back. Oh, this was good. So relaxing. He imagined he could feel his muscles unclench in the warm water …

Wait. No water. Tim. He was sitting in his melted boyfriend. And it felt perfect.

As for Tim himself, he was in heaven. It seemed like when he melted, every bit of him, all his translucent gooeyness, became ultra-sensitive. He was surrounding his boyfriend’s body … squished between his buttocks … coating his penis …

Tim formed lips again on his surface. “Happy anniversary, baby.”

“Mmm … and to you, my darling. This was such a thoughtful present.”

“Remember this time last year?”

“How could I forget? ‘Their eyes met across a crowded room, and they knew they would love each other forever’.’’

‘’Oh God, so cheesy!”

“Ah, you love it.’’

“I love you, Bryan. All of you. Including the parts that are floating in me.’’

‘’And I love you, Tim.’’

“So … am I doing your muscles good?’’

‘’You bet.’’

‘’You know what else would do your muscles good?’’

‘’What?’’

‘’Maybe … not having any muscles?’’

Bryan opened his eyes. Looked straight at the bottles of melting serum. Well, well.

‘’You want me to join you?’’

‘’Please.’’

With a chuckle, Bryan reached for one of the bottles. He downed it, and began to change too. He grew transparent, then his form began to break down. Wow, he really was becoming way more liquid than he usually did.

And as he lost his form and turned into a semi-liquid, he joined with Tim, all of them merging together. There was no Bryan, no Tim, no beginning or end, just a bath full of melted guys.

It felt so damned good. As wonderful as sex was, this coming together, this intimacy, not just knowing the other person but being the other person, at the same time as they were you …

Well, in many ways this was the ultimate fuck.

**Oh God, this is wonderful …**

One by one the candles flickered and the room grew dark. But the bath stayed warm. And loving.

As good as drinks with the guys and a posh dinner were, they couldn’t compare to melting into your partner.