Chapter 14: Full Review

They didn’t make it to the rules document first.

The second the apartment door shut, Ethan had Kai against it, mouth on his, hands already shoving the soft shirt up. Kai made a surprised, pleased sound and opened for him immediately. The height difference still felt wrong. The taste of him, Ethan’s own mouth, someone else’s hunger, felt worse in the best way.

"Review first," Kai managed against his lips.

"After," Ethan growled, and dropped to his knees.

He dragged the borrowed sweatpants down in one motion. Kai’s cock, Ethan’s original cock, sprang free, already flushed and wet at the tip. Ethan stared at it for a second like it belonged to a stranger, before he leaned in and took it into his mouth without ceremony.

Kai’s head thumped back against the door. "Fuck, okay. New rule. This is an acceptable amendment."

Ethan didn’t answer. He was too busy learning the shape of what used to be his with a tongue that wasn’t. He took it deep, messy, using the longer fingers of Kai’s body to stroke what he couldn’t fit. Kai’s soft hands tangled in the darker hair and held on like he was afraid of falling through the floor.

"Look at you," Kai panted. "Spreadsheet boy on his knees in my body, choking on his own cock. If I tried to write this into a policy document Legal would combust."

Ethan pulled off just long enough to say, "Stop talking," and then went back down harder. He hollowed his cheeks, dragged his tongue along the underside, and took him to the root until his throat protested. Kai’s hips jerked. A broken sound left the soft mouth.

"I’m close, already, fuck, your mouth is"

Ethan didn’t let up. He sucked him through it, swallowing when Kai came with a punched-out groan, pulsing hot across his tongue. He stayed on his knees until the last tremor passed, then sat back on his heels and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

Kai looked down at him, eyes dark, chest heaving. "Your turn. Bed. Now."

They didn’t bother with the rest of the clothes.

Kai pushed Ethan onto the mattress and straddled the narrower hips in one smooth motion. He reached back, wrapped soft fingers around the heavy cock that now belonged to Ethan, and guided it into himself without teasing. The heat was immediate and brutal, both of them groaned at the stretch.

Kai bottomed out and stayed there, breathing hard. "Still with me?"

Ethan nodded once, hands locked on the soft thighs. "Move."

Kai moved.

He rode him with the same focused intensity he brought to everything else, deep, rolling strokes that made the mattress shift and Ethan’s vision blur.

Every downward grind dragged another raw sound out of the deeper throat. Ethan thrust up to meet him, chasing the friction like it could rewrite the last two weeks.

"Harder," Kai demanded.

Ethan flipped them in one clumsy, powerful motion. The new body was stronger than it looked. He pinned the soft wrists above Kai’s head and fucked into him with long, punishing strokes. The wet sound of it filled the room. Kai’s legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him deeper.

"That’s it, use it. It’s yours right now. Stop being careful."

Ethan stopped being careful.

He drove into him until Kai was moaning on every thrust, soft cock trapped between their stomachs and leaking steadily.

The dual sensation, fucking his own original body while living in the one that had already ruined three people this week, short-circuited whatever was left of Ethan’s restraint. He reached down, stroked Kai in tight time with his hips, and watched the borrowed face fall apart.

Kai came first, spilling across the soft stomach with a broken cry. The clench dragged Ethan over right after. He buried himself deep and pulsed hard, filling the body that used to be his in long, heavy throbs while Kai shook underneath him.

They stayed locked together until the trembling stopped.

Kai spoke first, voice wrecked. "Okay. Review. Before we do that again and forget how to form sentences."

They cleaned up, pulled on the minimum amount of clothes, and sat on opposite ends of the mattress with both phones open to the rules document.

Ethan added three lines in silence:

11. No new participants until seventy-two hours after the previous interval.

12. Any pregnancy risk must be discussed in writing before the interval, not after.

13. If gossip reaches Harlan before the third draft does, we pause everything.

Kai read them, then typed "agreed" under each one without argument.

"Third draft is ready," he said. "Shorter. Cleaner. No mention of intervals, only ’voluntary structured wellness frameworks with clear opt-in and opt-out protocols.’ Harlan gets it first thing tomorrow. If he asks questions, I give him the version that still sounds like thought leadership."

Ethan looked at him. "And if Sloane or Marcus or Priya talks?"

"Then we find out how much cover the language actually gives us." Kai set the phone down. "Three departments, three people who walked back onto the floor the next morning and did their jobs. That’s the part that matters. The policy isn’t theoretical anymore. It’s working."

"It’s dangerous."

"It’s both." Kai’s expression softened, just slightly. "You’re still the brakes. I’m still the accelerator. Nothing about that has changed. We just have more data now."

Ethan exhaled slowly. The new body felt used in ways he was starting to crave and still hated craving. "Seventy-two hours. No new names. We watch the floor. If the circulation stays quiet, we continue. If it gets loud, we shut it down."

Kai nodded. "Deal."