"...I had a girl like Breanne. Not only is she hot and really cool, from what you've said, she's quite kinky in bed as well."
For a second, the world went blurry, and when Jake regained sight, Dave was looking at him expectingly.
"So, baby, how do you like it?"
Almost on autopilot, he studied his hand. Long, slim fingers stretched out to deeply red fingernails, and on one finger sat the ring.
"It's beautiful," he said and embraced Dave, whispering a sensuous "thank you" into his ear. His voice sounded very odd to his ears.
While Jakes body seemed to be operating on autopilot, his brain raced. Something here was very wrong. He and Dave were great buddies, and they were not afraid of hugging each other once in a while, but this hug felt different. Then there was his slim hand and strange voice.
Dave released him from the embrace and lent slightly back. His hand came up to Jakes cheek, brushed away a lock of deeply red hair, and ended resting gently around his neck.
"Jaqueline, I love you," Dave said.
"Oh my God," Jake thought as Dave leant in. "The ring! It works." His thoughts were cut short by Daves lips gently touching his. "This is so wrong." Jake tried to stop it, but instead, he felt his head tilt slightly and mouth returning the kiss. As Daves tongue penetrated his mouth, and the make-out session got heavier, those thoughts were replaced by bliss and a warm tingling sensation throughout his entire body. God, Dave was a good kisser.
