chapter 7

"Brady," I said in a raspy voice which sounded unlike my own. My cheekbone felt a bit like pins were sticking it over and over rapidly. I was on his bed and my shirt was off. He had put me under his blanket and I blushed at the thought of sleeping with him. I heard him enter the bedroom.

"Eli, how are you feeling?" He touched my face as I sat up. He gently pressed an icepack to my bruised cheek. I took it from him and got out of the bed.

"I could be better." I laughed. "Why am I here?"

"I brought you here, after Cham punched you in the face."

"Oh, no...that wasn't Cham. That was Jeff."

"I thought I saw him hit you..."

"It might have looked that way, b...but even if it was Cham it was an accident."

"But he has too many accidents. You can't keep letting him hurt you, Eli."

"It's the first time in months and it wasn't even him, it was Jeff," I said, unsure of who actually hit me.

"If you want go back to him, I'm not stopping you," Brady said angrily. "You're so stupid Eli." He walked out of the room.

"Brady..." I followed after grabbing a shirt off of his bed. "Brady, you can't do this. You can't treat me like this."

"You let him treat you this way, why shouldn't I?"

"Because you're not him!" I yelled. I walked out. Brady and Cham had switched personalities and I just couldn't believe it. I put on the shirt and realized it wasn't mine. It went to right above my knees and smelled like Brady. It didn't even matter anymore.

"Eli!"

"Hey Cham," I said. He glanced me over.

"How are you feeling?"

"Better." I pulled the ice pack off of my cheek. "But I think it is bruised pretty badly."

"Whose shirt is that?" he asked.

"What?"

"Whose shirt is that?"

"Well, it's, uh, Brady's. I didn't know where my shirt was, so I grabbed the one on his bed."

"Why weren't you wearing a shirt?"

"I...I don't know. I...I just got out of his bed and I wasn't wearing one." I hadn't realized how that would have sounded out loud. Cham hadn't gotten angry at me in months and it was all ruined.

"You think I'm okay with an open relationship?" I missed the cast.

"No," I said. "Can we please not fight."

"Then you're okay with sleeping around?"

"Cham, you know I never said that..."

"Take off that ***ing shirt." I flinched slightly at his words. I pulled the Brady-scented fabric over my head and tossed the shirt to the ground. "Here." He shoved the shirt he had been wearing into my hand. I got to see Cham's large pecs and meaty belly. He was larger than Brady now.

"Okay." I held the shirt tightly in between my fingers, over my crotch. "I didn't sleep with Brady. You're my boyfriend."

"I believe you." He pulled me closer into his body and kissed me. "I just get a bit jealous, that's all." He kissed me again and I felt a shiver run down my spine. It was such an energetic kiss. I touched his belly and my once stiff penis became even more alert. Cham liked being bigger and I could tell, from how he acted and how different sex had become. It was new, fresh, and exciting. It was like love, love I hadn't experienced since our first months together.

I didn't know what would happen with Brady and me. I could only hope for the best, but I do know that without him I'd still be in the same unhappy place I had been in for years. Cham had taken to heavier lifting and ended up dwarfing his former self. He was a beast in the bedroom, but nowhere else, thankfully. I hoped we'd be together for a long time and by the way things were going, I'd say that was a strong possibility.



The End!