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  Rating:
      Explicit
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      No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Descendants_(Disney_Movies)
  Relationship:
      Jay/Carlos_de_Vil, Ben/Evie/Mal_(Disney:_Descendants)
  Character:
      Jay_(Disney), Carlos_de_Vil, Mal_(Disney), Evie_(Disney), Ben_(Disney:
      Descendants)
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      Referenced_Child_Abuse, Carlos_eats_the_truth_gummy_to_confess_his
      feelings_to_Jay, Whoops_it_gave_him_a_vagina, he_has_to_fuck_Jay_to_get
      back_to_normal, Mal_is_still_learning_magic, United_States_of_Auradon_
      (Disney)_Is_Not_Perfect
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      Published: 2017-12-06 Updated: 2018-02-19 Chapters: 3/5 Words: 12021
****** True Love's Kiss (Never Happened Like This) ******
by taytayloulou
Summary
     "You're just like sleeping beauty," Mal says as she slings an arm
     over Carlos' shoulder. "But instead of being a slumbering princess,
     you're a dude in love with his best friend. And instead of waking up,
     you'll be growing back a dick." She pauses and puts a finger to her
     lip. "And instead of true love's kiss, it's true love's fuck
     session." She sighs at Carlos' bewildered expression. "Maybe that was
     a bad example."
     (Based off a Tumblr prompt: Carlos takes the truth gummy (he asked
     Mal for it so he could confess his feelings to Jay) but the spell
     goes wrong and the next day when he wakes up his boy parts are gone,
     now he has a pretty pink pussy (that's all, he's still a boy
     otherwise). Mal tells him she found out the only way he can change
     back is by having sex. ")
Notes
     Shoutout to Turntechgodliness (AmberzillaRex) for helping me with the
     plot and for giving me the title!
     This full tumblr prompt this is based off of reads: Carlos takes the
     truth gummy (he asked Mal for it so he could confess his feelings to
     Jay) but the spell goes wrong and the next day when he wakes up his
     boy parts are gone, now he has a pretty pink pussy (that's all, he's
     still a boy otherwise). Mal tells him she found out the only way he
     can change back is by having sex. He tries to go about his life
     normally but can't ignore how wet and tingly he gets when Jay stands
     close to him. Even if his love for Jay is genuine, he's just horny
     all the time and his mind just goes there, another side effect of the
     gummy maybe. He fingers himself while Jay is out at practice.
     Eventually, Jay ends up fucking Carlos (while Carlos is wearing
     nothing but white thigh high socks and his tourney jersey) he tells
     him how pretty he looks and how good he feels around his cock :) When
     Carlos changes back they get together of course.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** How Do You Fuck Up a Spell This Bad? *****
It’s amazing, Evie thinks, that even her unlimited, unconscious mind can’t
produce anything better than reality. In her dreams, she has castles and
princes and flawless lipstick and she’s happy. But when she wakes up, her face
is buried in Mal’s neck and Ben is curled around her back and she is joyful.
And hot.
Really hot.
Between two warm bodies and under a heavy blanket, Evie wakes up sweating and
panting. She loves Mal and she probably loves Ben too, but evil, this is far
too much for any person to handle. She needs to get out just so she can
breathe.
Faintly, Evie can hear some buzz across the room, but it’s not the heater
because when she slowly sits up, the air in her room is refreshingly cool.
She’s torn. Getting out of bed means waking up both Mal and Ben, but staying
between them means melting.
A demanding pounding on the door saves her. It’s loud enough to ring through
the room and have her boyfriend and girlfriend sitting up in a shock.
Evie takes her chance, leaps over Mal’s legs and lands more gracefully than she
expected. Even with her heated skin still slick with sweat, Evie is enough of a
lady to reach for a bathrobe before answering the door in just her underwear
and thin tanktop.
And, when she thinks about last night, it’s a wonder that Evie put in the
effort to get re-dressed instead of just sleeping in the nude like Mal,
currently scrambling for clothes behind her.
The pounding hasn’t stopped and Evie cracks the door open. “Good morning to you
too, Carlos.”
"Where's Mal?" He pushes past Evie and stomps into her room, glaring at Mal who
is just pulling up her black pajama bottoms without any underwear. Her hands
fly to her chest, but when she spots Carlos, Mal relaxes. “Oh, it’s just you.”
Ben, who is also topless with his pajama pants loosely tied, makes a bewildered
expression. Mal is still searching for her shirt and Carlos is still glaring
while she does it, so Evie is the only one to see his face and laugh. “Carlos
has seen us naked many times, dear,” she glides over to Ben and pecks his
cheek, “it’s nothing new.”
“Did you guys…with him?” Ben whispers, looking suspiciously between Mal and
Carlos.
Evie laughs again. Carlos being into girls was about as likely as the Evil
Queen being disappointed at her daughter dating the King of Auradon. “No, not
even once.”
Mal has finished pulling her purple t-shirt over her head and looks at Carlos
expectantly. “So did everything not go well?”
“That’s an understatement,” Carlos hisses. His face is red and he's bouncing
from one foot to the other. “It didn’t work!” His voice cracks slightly and
he's beginning to look much less angry and much more frightened.
“What, like you didn’t say anything to him?”
“It’s way worse than that.”
“It better be for you to be pounding at our door so early.”
Evie peeks at their alarm clock, it's just past 7 am. “What’s going on?” It's
been a long time since she's seen Carlos in such a state of alarm and worry;
the sight is instilling a sense of concern and Evie is about to go into her own
panic mode.
“Nothing!” Mal and Carlos exclaim simultaneously.
“Just, uh, boy troubles,” Mal says quickly with a false grin.
“You don’t even know what’s happened and you’re already mocking me.”
“What in Hell’s name are you talking about?”
Carlos flushes, glances at Ben and Evie, and walks up to Mal, leaning so close
that his lips touch her ear. He gives quick glances to Ben and Evie while he
whispers to her and Mal's expression changes from annoyed to confused to
dumbstruck in all of four seconds. When Carlos pulls back, he’s trembling.
Mal stares back with an open mouth. “Are you sure?”
“Am I…” Carlos blinks at her, then scowls. “Yes!”
“Just, uh… Really?”
“Wanna touch it and see?”
“…Kind of.”
Ben clears his throat and stands straight, looking exactly like a king who just
woke up. He has his shirt on, inside out and backwards, but doesn't seem to
notice. “Carlos, is there something you need help with?”
When he turns to them, his face is dark red and his lips are so tightly pursed,
speaking looks painful. “Yeah, but, uh, only Mal can help me out with this.”
“If it’s an emergency, we can take you to the nurse, or Fairy Godmo-.”
“No!” Mal exclaims, turns to Ben and Evie with wide eyes. “I mean, no. It’s uh,
I can fix it.”
“You can?”
She turns to Carlos, shrugs a little bit. “I mean… I think I can?”
“Mal!”
“Okay, okay, I just need to check some references and double check…my sources.”
“Meet me in the library in five minutes?”
Mal nods, turns to her dresser for proper clothes. She turns back to Carlos and
notices for the first time, he’s still in his pajamas as well. His hair is a
mess, his eyes have dark circles under them and his shoes are missing. “Are you
going to get changed as well?”
He looks down and startles, as if Carlos didn’t realize what he was wearing.
“Umm, yeah. I will.” He glares at Mal and points at her. “Library. Five
minutes,” then he turns to leave.
“Wait!” Mal calls, slipping off her pajama top and replacing it with a clean
one. “Are you like…really sure. Because I didn’t think you…knew what one looked
like.”
“Yes!” Carlos snaps and, despite his rough opening, closes the door quietly
behind him.
Mal takes her time getting dressed and turning back to face Ben and Evie. Time
for the real storm…
“M, what’s going on?” Evie places a hand on her shoulder. “We can help.”
No one thought it was possible, but Mal’s face gets even paler than usual. “No,
E. I’ve got it covered, I swear!” She slips out of her pajama bottoms and
searches for a fresh pair of underwear.
“Mal, dear, we can both you help. A burden halved is a burden shared.” Ben
pauses, “I guess it would be a burdened third…ed?”
“No no no no no,” Mal exhales. “I have this handled, I promise,” she grabs her
leggings from the night before and kisses her girlfriend and her boyfriend
before rushing for the door, “go back to bed, I’ll be back in a bit!”
Ben clears his throat, turns to Evie. “You’ve known her longer… Should we be
worried?”
Evie nods, “probably.”
 ---
Text from Pup: How do I pee?
Text from Mal: Excuse me?
Text from Pup: How do I pee with this thing?
Text from Mal: Is that really your biggest concern?
Text from Pup: At the moment, yes.
Text from Mal: Meaning...?
Text from Pup: Meaning I drank two gaterades after you messed up the spell and
I seem to have misplaced my owner’s manual for my brand new genitals.
Carlos’ phone buzzes shortly after he sent the last message and he jumps to
answer. He’s standing outside the library bathroom, eyeing the door doubtfully.
“How the hell do you work it?”
“It’s not a firehose like you’re use to,” Mal explains and Carlos can tell
she’s in the middle of eating. “Just sit on the toilet and go.”
“That’s it?”
“Yeah, just pretend you’re going poop.”
“That’s awesome advice,” Carlos paces behind the bookshelves, still glaring at
the bathroom. “If anyone ever asks me for the most intelligent, comforting
thing you’ve said, I’ll answer with ‘she told me to pretend I have to poop’.”
“That’s not even the most fucked up thing I’ve told you this week. Or even
today.”
Carlos groans. “So I just…sit on the toilet and…?”
“Your body will do the rest. Oh! Remember you have to wipe. You can’t just
shake it off or whatever boys do, use toilet paper.”
“Okay, great. While I stand here and have a life crisis, how’s breakfast?”
“I’m walking up to the library right now.”
“You were suppose to be here five minutes ago!”
“And I stopped for food. You’re not dying from a vagina, C, but I might from
hunger.”
Carlos doesn’t respond.
“Sorry, I, uh, guess that was said in poor taste.”
“Was that a pun?”
“Yes, but an unintentional one. Come on over to our usual table after you’ve
peed. Don’t forget to wipe, front to back.” Click.
Carlos huffs while slipping his phone back into his pocket. He takes a deep
breath and pushes open the bathroom door, looking around as if someone might be
spying on him and his full bladder. The door swings shut behind him and Carlos
peaks under each stall. He’s alone in the library bathroom at 7:21 am on
Saturday.
Thank evil for small blessings.
He sends a pitiful look to the urinals, pushes open the first stall and locks
it behind him. “Okay,” Carlos breathes, “I just sit and my body does the rest.
The sooner I finish, the sooner I go back to Mal and figure this all out.” With
one deep sigh, Carlos pulls down his shorts and underwear and sits on the
toilet.
Just as he’s thinking he’s too stressed out to go and he’s wound too tightly to
relax enough, his phone buzzes.
Text from Mal: Stop freaking out. Go. And wipe. I can’t stress that enough.
Wipe.
Carlos does an excellent job of focusing on Mal’s messages, the next of which
reads ‘I’ll come and hold your hand if you want’, and on typing his response,
by the time he’s finish texting, he can put his phone back, grab way more
toilet paper than he thinks he will need and, ugh, wipe.
He jerks his pants back up, flushes and runs out of the stall as quickly as he
can, stopping just long enough to wash his hands.
When he slides into his usual seat across from Mal, she sighs. “You look
traumatized.”
“Just confused. And humiliated. With a dash of panic thrown in.”
“Well that should be the only time you have to piss with a vagina,” Mal
whispers. She has several books laying before her and her mother’s spell book
hidden carefully in her lap. There are a few crumbs on her lips, and Carlos
catches the breakfast bar she slides at him. “Eat up and tell me everything.”
Even with the sick, devastating feeling in his stomach, Carlos munches slowly.
Being in Auradon for a few months has not erased the years of hunger. “I ate
the gummy yesterday, you saw me. I went back to our room and nothing felt
different, I didn't feel like I had to be honest," he swallows and takes
another bite. "Jay came home, I tried to tell him, but I wasn't compelled to,
you know, tell him." Carlos gestures with his hands helplessly. "I just figured
it didn't work. Then I woke up and...my penis was gone?"
"And a vagina took it's place?"
Carlos flinches. "Please tell me you have good news.”
“If you give me more than five minutes, I might.”
He chokes down more of his breakfast, exhaling shakily. Carlos can’t think, he
can’t focus, he can’t distract himself from the fact that his dick is gone and
has been replaced with a…a…
He can’t even say the word.
“How do you even fuck up a spell this bad?”
“Sorry that Latin isn’t my first language.”
“Did you just read the complete wrong spell?”
“No!” Mal snips at him and glares over her book. “Some words in Latin are
similar…ish. I may have misread some stuff.”
“How do you misread enough that a truth spell becomes a gender changing
spell?!”
Mal leans over the table, studies him carefully. “It’s not gender changing, you
still have an Adam’s apple and no breasts,” she eyes his chest, “unless you’re
like half of an A cup,” she snickers as Carlos crosses his arms and pouts. “But
like…” she places her finger on the book to her right, “confess is f-fateor?”
Mal tries and squints at the foreign text, “and woman is femina. So…some
mispronunciation might have…played into this,” she finishes lamely, biting her
lip and avoiding Carlos’ gaze.
He glares at her.
“And it’s all old and ancient and in my mother’s handwriting,” she offers
sheepishly. “Like, um, verum is real, like what you actually wanted to say to
Jay, but genus means gender.”
Carlos is still not impressed.
“I’ll find out how to say sorry in Latin.”
“Just…figure out how to reverse it,” Carlos groans. “Please?”
Which is easier said than done.
Another hour passes and Mal is no closer to figuring out a reversal spell, but
she is significantly more agitated and continuously muttering ‘fuck’ under her
breath.
Carlos’ phone buzzes. He’s been spinning it in his hands to release his nerves
as the screen lights up.
Text from Jay bird: i woke up and your gone. pls dont be dead
“I hate the way he texts,” Carlos mumbles but doesn't bother hiding the dopey
grin on his face.
“Is that your boyfriend?”
“It’s Jay.”
“Isn’t he the same thing?” Mal asks dryly.
Carlos kicks her under the table and tries to hide the blush creeping up his
face. “He might not even like me back.”
“You're an idiot. For thinking that and for needing magic to make you fess up.
Jay looks at you the way Evie looks at Ben right after tourney.”
“What?”
“Well…you know,” Mal sings with her chin in her hands and grins, “when he’s all
sweaty and flushed, walking around in those cute tourney shorts and nothing
else?”
Carlos turns his head and pretends to vomit.
“Hair sticking to his face and his cheeks are all red?” She gives an
exaggerated sigh, but keeps pestering. “You don’t think my boyfriend’s hot?
Ben’s as good as they come!” Mal defends hotly, sticking her tongue out. “He’s
like, gay guy gold.”
“I’m not gay,” Carlos twirls his phone again, “it’s just…Jay I like. No other
guy.”
“That’s sweet. And disgusting.”
“Figure out how to get me back to normal!”
Mal taps her pen on a book, but keeps her gaze on Carlos “Did you…say anything
to him last night?” She leans forward on her elbows. “Were you forced to tell
the truth at all?”
“No,” Carlos drops his head. “I mean, I didn't try to lie or anything, but I
didn't tell the truth to him either. I am such a chicken. All we did was play
video games and do homework. It was hard.”
“You were?”
“What? No. No!” Carlos kicks at her again and Mal snickers. “Just being beside
him last night. I felt…I don’t know. Weird. Like…everything was intensified. I
could smell his shampoo, I could feel his body heat. It was horrible. In a good
way, but horrible. But I didn’t-. I didn’t tell him.”
“Well, you mi-.” Mal is cut off by the music of her phone. She looks over and
groans. “Your boyfriend is asking me if I know where you are.”
“Shit!” Carlos fiddles with his phone and quickly types out ‘not dead, but I
might be with your horrible grammar’ to Jay.
Text from Jay bird:dude thinks im you. hes in my bed.
Carlos laughs.
“What did he say?” Mal peeks over the table at Carlos’ phone and he hides it
the screen.
“Nothing, just something about Dude.”
“Like what?”
Carlos gives her a strange look. “Like…Dude is in his bed?”
“Oh. Is that where you wanna be?”
Yes, but he ignores the bait. “What’s going on with you?”
Mal bites her lip and ducks her head down.
“What is it?” Carlos leans forward. “What’s wrong?”
“Uhh…good news! I figured out how to get you back to normal!”
Carlos’ face lights up. “That’s amazing! What? Do I have to eat something
again? Is it a spell?”
“Well…this could be bad news or great news!” Mal places an obviously fake smile
on her face and claps her hands. “In order to get back to, well, you,” she
gestures to under the table and her expression falters, “you have to have sex."
There's no way he heard that right. "Wh...what?"
"And...it has to be with Jay."
***** Desperate Porn Plot *****
Chapter Summary
     Jay gets groped, Evie is suspicious, Carlos and Mal watch porn. For
     educational purposes.
“That’s not funny.”
“Good, it’s not a joke.”
“Mal, I’m serious!”
“So am I.” She sighs, rubs a hand over her eyes and purses her lips while
Carlos sputters. “I promise I triple checked the Latin this time, I’ve used
every resource,” Mal waves at the load of books before her. “It’s… I knew the
truth gummy was for you to admit your love for Jay and I guess that crossed
over into this spell.”
“This is the only possible way to get me back to normal?”
“Yes.”
“You’re sure of it?”
“Absolutely. I mean…” Mal smirks behind her hand, “instead of forcing you to
admit your love, this spell forces you to show your love.”
Carlos pushes his chair back so quickly the seat almost tips over. He runs his
hands through his hair, pulls just hard enough for it to hurt a bit. “Okay.
Okay. I can do this,” then he turns around.
“Where are you going?” Mal shouts after him and the library is still so empty
that no one bothers to shush her.
“To tell Jay before I lose my nerve!”
“Carlos, wait! I have to-,” Mal’s voice is covered by the sound of Carlos’
footsteps as he begins to run. He’s past the bookshelves, down the hall and out
of the door in record time, pushing himself to run faster than he ever has in
tourney. Carlos knows that he does not want to have an evil
forsaken…youknowwhat any longer than he must. He has the solution, he has the
adrenaline, he has the bravery and if he doesn’t get to Jay right now and blurt
it all out, Carlos will spend the rest of his life trying to talk himself up to
having this dreaded conversation.
He comes up with the vaguest of scripts in mind, like ‘Jay, I’m so in love with
you that I went to Mal for help but then she ridded me of my dick and now I’m
a-a-a-… I’m pretty sure you’re straight, so this all works out!’ Or, the
quicker ‘Mal screwed up a spell and now I need to have sex with you.’ Either
one of those totally works and Carlos will shout it as soon as he sees Jay.
At least, that’s what his plan is.
Carlos swings the door open and has a full breath drawn to confess everything
right here and now because if it’s not here, it’s nowhere and if it’s not now,
it’s never, but one look at Jay and it’s all gone from his mind.
His roommate is sprawled out on the bed, lazy and tired, with dark hair hanging
off his shoulders and Dude laying on his chest. One leg is dangling off of the
bed, toes brushing the carpet, and his pajama shorts are crumpled high on his
thigh and showing off tan skin that Carlos has the sudden urge to kiss. Jay is
tapping at his phone and pouting at the screen.
Dude leaps from his chest and yaps, scrambles off the bed to Carlos' feet where
he dances in circles. Normally, Carlos would pick him up and scratch Dude
behind the ears, but he’s still struck with the inability to move or talk or
form a complete thought.
“C!” Jay rolls out of bed and rushes to him. “Where have you been? What’s going
on?” He wears a concerned expression and set of modest pajamas that have Carlos
imagining not-so-modest skin. “C? Carlos?” Jay grabs his shoulders, shakes him
a bit. His hands are so hot, so rough from tourney and working out and a whole
bunch of other activities Carlos likes to secretly watch.
“Umm, I… I…” Why is it so hard to think and speak?
“What’s wrong? Are you in trouble?” Jay furrows his brow, cranes his neck to
look into Carlos’ eyes, then pulls him in for a tight hug. “You’re freaking me
out a little bit.”
That’s what Carlos thinks Jay says at least. As soon as Jay’s arms are around
him and their chests are touching, he moans. Kind of pathetically.
“Uhh, C?” Jay tries to pull back, but Carlos follows him, keeps his face buried
in Jay’s shoulder and trails his hands up thick arms.
“You’re so muscular,” he sighs. His hand doesn’t even get half way around Jay’s
bicep. “It’s crazy,” and Carlos squeezes the muscle and makes another noise
that he doesn’t mean to.
Jay, thankfully, doesn’t try to pull away again. He lifts his free hand, since
Carlos is still molesting the other arm, and lifts it to Carlos’ head, twirling
the straight hair in his fingers. “You’re being really weird today,” he
murmurs, like he’s worried that anything too loud will scare Carlos away. "You
left before I was up, you took forever to answer my texts..."
“You’re just so hot,” Carlos groans and he’s not sure if he means Jay’s body
temperature or, well, just his body in general. Probably both. He steps closer,
runs his hand further up Jay’s arm and onto a broad shoulder.
If he weren’t so distracted by Jay, Carlos may have paid more attention to the
swirling in his gut. He knows the sensation, but he can’t recognize the
trembling between his thighs, the heat and the involuntary clenching of an
organ he doesn’t understand.
But Carlos isn’t too damn worried about poking Jay with a boner now.
“Jay,” Carlos breathes his name. It’s all he says, all he can think.
“What’s going on?” Jay asks into his hair. Carlos’ fingers are gripping his
shoulder blade and he has one hand fisted in Jay’s pajama shirt. “You’re acting
different.”
Carlos is supposed to tell Jay what’s wrong and how to fix it and then they’re
supposed to have sex, but all Carlos can really focus on is how they’re meant
to fuck because everything else just seems irrelevant. He only whines in
response.
Strong hands push him back and Carlos is forced to look into dark eyes. “Whoa,”
Jay looks worried, “your face is all red and your eyes are dilated. That’s when
the pupils get big, right?”
It sounds right, so Carlos nods.
“Is that what you went to go see Mal about? Evie said you were in their room.”
Yeah, he…saw Mal about something, didn’t he? Carlos talked to her
about…about…sleeping with Jay. Yeah, oh yeah. He gets to sleep with Jay.
He closes the distance again and curls into Jay’s chest, nuzzling his shoulder
and ignoring the questions above his head. Evil, has he always smelt so damn
good?
It’s not until a new voice cuts through that Carlos freezes. “Wow. I
didn’t…think you would actually tell him.”
“Tell me what?” Jay asks over blond hair.
Carlos doesn’t turn around, even when Mal huffs. “He didn’t tell you anything?
He just came in and started…snuggling you?” She snickers.
“Mal! Explain what’s going on!” Jay doesn’t try to push Carlos away anymore
because the smaller student has latched on tightly. “Why was he in your room
freaking out?”
“Did you text Evie?”
“Mal!”
She laughs and leans against the open door. “Relax, Jay. This looks like it
could be going somewhere.”
Carlos is running his hands over Jay’s arms again, inhaling deeply against his
chest. He moves down Jay’s sides, up his back and coos to himself. It’s as if
Carlos isn’t hearing the conversation he’s in the middle of.
“Mal! What’s wrong?”
“Oh, fine!” She groans and snatches the back of Carlos’ shirt. Mal pulls him
back, but it’s not until she gives a sharp yank that Carlos lets go of Jay. She
whistles and snap her fingers in his face, waiting for Carlos to register her
presence. “You remember the problem we talked about in the library?”
“In the…?” Carlos blinks at her and then gasps. He turns to Jay, who is
watching them silently, confusion and worry all over his face. “Oh, sweet
evil.” Carlos forces his eyes shut, steps back and hides his face. What the
hell is wrong with him? He basically threw himself at Jay. Of course he finds
Jay attractive, but Carlos has never been so forward before, he’s never been so
desperate to touch. Even when Jay changes in their room, he lowers his gaze and
does his best not to gawk.
But he’s here, in this room, hiding his face and ignoring Dude’s whines so he
could tell Jay that Mal messed up a spell and he was suffering the
consequences. He’s here to say he’s stupidly in love and needs to have sex with
Jay in order to return to normal and…then probably look for a new roommate,
Carlos supposes.
The admission is gone though and his bravery is replaced with humiliation at
his recent actions. Carlos dashes for the open door.
“Not again!” Mal shouts and she’s right on his tail, grabbing his arm before
Carlos can run too far. “I had more to tell you in the library,” she hisses and
pulls him down the hall. With a look over her shoulder, Mal waves at Jay, “keep
Dude in your room, we’ll be back! Don’t wait up!” She drags Carlos down the
building and out of the front door.
He slumps against the bricks, runs his hands through his hair. “Shit,” he
curses, “shit! What was that?”
“You mean the dry humping you were trying to do? Another side effect of the
spell.”
Carlos lifts his head and glares at his friend. “Another side effect? You mean
besides...?” He gestures to his groin.
“Yep. There’s more.”
“Like what?”
“Like,” Mal shifts on her feet and looks at the sky. “Increased libido.”
“You better be joking.”
“Oh how I wish I was,” Mal sings with an expression that says even without a
joke, she’s still laughing at something.
Carlos knows it’s probably him.
“You have a heightened libido and it’s only going to get worse as time goes
on.”
Yeah, it’s definitely him. “How much worse?”
She turns away and almost leaves. “Let me just go check what happened the last
time I did a spell like this,” her face drops, “oh, wait.”
“Are you really being sarcastic with me when you’ve ruined my life?”
“I mean…” Mal shrugs, “I still kind of did what you asked me to. You have to
tell Jay how you feel now. And you’ll get more out of it too,” she smirks.
“Excuse me if I prefer to focus on my missing organ than the thought that I
basically have to beg Jay for sex to fix me.” Carlos drops his head again. He
can feel the panic rising in his throat. None of this was ever supposed to
happen. He wanted to just come clean about his stupid feelings but the Isle
teaches that feelings are weak and ridiculous and that he should never have
them and a few months in Auradon doesn’t change years of the same, traumatizing
lesson. The Isle never taught how to be honest and open so he took a risk.
Carlos turned to forbidden magic and this is his punishment, this is it, the
universe is making him pay for being in love with his roommate and being too
damn scared to say it and Jay will hate him for forever.
“Carlos!” Mal is shouting and grabbing his shoulders, when did she get so close
to him? “Breathe!”
He clutches her hands, fisted in his shirt, and gasps one long inhale. Carlos
chokes on the air, but sucks down more. His head feels so heavy and the world
is so bright and his chest hurts.
“I’m sorry, okay?” Mal pulls him for a hug, holds him so tight it hurts, but
it’s the pain Carlos needs to focus on her instead of the swirling mess in his
head. “I screwed this up, I know I did. My magic is just…it’s all so new.”
Carlos hugs her back and breathes deeply. He knows Mal struggles with her magic
and that’s she is more self-conscious than she lets on. He knows she tried to
help only because he pleaded.
“I…know how to help. A little bit.” Mal pulls back and looks in his eyes. “And
it’ll help you calm down too!”
“Really? What is it?”
“You need to masturbate!” She says as if that fixes all of their problems. Mal
bites her lip at his silence. “Carlos?”
“I just need to figure out where that sentence goes on the list of unbelievable
things I never thought I would hear from you within the past 24 hours.”
She steps back and runs a hand through her hair. “Well you’ve done that before
right? Spanked the monkey, stroked your bloke, whatever the hell guys call it?”
“Oh, the list just keeps getting longer and longer,” he gapes at her. “We just
call it,” Carlos looks around and drops his voice, “masturbating.”
“Good! So you know what to do.”
“No, Mal, I do not know what to do! I’m missing an important organ for a male
to masturbate.”
“Oh, evil,” she groans. “Do I need to show you how to do this?”
“Eww!”
“Not like that!” Mal snaps. “Like…ugh.” She pulls out her phone and starts
tapping the screen.
Carlos pushes himself off the wall to look at her text upside down. “Ben? I
don’t want to learn from him either.”
Mal laughs and shoves his shoulder. “No. Ben rules the country, but I kind of
rule Ben. And I need to get Jay out of your room and he’s the key to it all.”
She types the rest of her message and tucks her phone back into her pocket.
--
“Please don’t tell me that’s an alert for a fire on campus or some other
dangerous act of violence with purple hair found at the crime scene.”
Ben reads the message. “Not unless Jay and I want to start a fire, but I don’t
own any matches and I confiscated all of his last month.”
Evie rolls her eyes. “He has more, trust me. But Jay texted you about Carlos
too? I thought he said Carlos responded earlier?”
“No, this is Mal. She wants me to take Jay out,” he looks up at Evie across the
table from him. “She asked me to talk to him about how he feels towards Carlos.
Wouldn’t Jay be more receptive to either of you two for personal questions?”
“Maybe that’s why Carlos was freaking out this morning. I wonder if he told Jay
and things went wrong!” Evie drops her fork in shock, blueberry pancakes
suddenly unappealing to the twist in her stomach.
“Calm down, love. That would never happen. Jay is crazy for Carlos.” Ben pats
her hand. “Perhaps he needs to discuss his feelings with another man to be
comfortable."
“You’re right,” she breathes. “I guess I’m still use to assuming the worst. But
Jay cares for Carlos so much, they’re perfect. I don’t understand why Carlos
was panicking so much earlier then.” Evie grabs her fork and thoughtfully chews
on her breakfast.
“Hopefully, I’ll find out. Would you mind if I call Jay now and ask him to meet
me after I escort you to the library?”
Evie smiles. “Call him, Ben. You don’t need to escort me to the library, I’ll
make it there myself.”
Ben nods, “I know you can, but I don’t mind walking you places. And
maybe Carlos' actions this morning have nothing to do with Jay! As much as I
love both of you,” he smiles at Evie and she blushes, “why would Carlos seek
out Mal? I do know that you’re better with relationships. After all, her
solution was to give me a love spell.”
Evie laughs for a moment, then covers her mouth in shock. “Would she…?” She
purses her lips. “No...no! Carlos would never ask her to! And Mal would never
do that to Jay, what am I thinking!” She shakes her head. “But that would
explain…” Evie’s mouth falls open behind her hand.
“What is it, love?”
“Mal Bertha!" Evie hisses at her food, "you better not be using magic again!”
--
Carlos looks away from the video on the screen. Maybe he really is gay? Or at
least not into girls. Carlos doesn’t think he is anyways. It’s kind of hard to
tell if he’s turned out with an erection giving him the answer.
“Pay attention!” Mal snaps her fingers. “In the past two hours, you've had some
crazy mood swings, you need to know how to do this." She zooms in on the video
playing on her phone, where a woman is laying on a pristine bed and her hand
rocks between her legs. "See how she focuses on her clitoris? That’s good, but
don't go overboard. You can overstimulate it and have it go numb, a lot of guys
don't get that.”
“Watching pornography with you has killed any desire I had earlier.”
“Well then just think of Jay when you try it.” Mal pauses, then snickers. “This
is a lot like your life.”
“Why? Because that’s what I have to do now?”
“No. You’re a guy with a vagina, desperate to have sex with his roommate and
you need to finger yourself to stay sane. You’re a desperate porn plot.”
Carlos flushes. “And you’re a horrible person to laugh. Do I really need to do
this? You’re sure?”
“You don’t need to if you really don’t want to,” Mal lays her phone down and
silences it. “But it will help you get your libido under control. You know,
take the edge off. And it should make you less likely to jump into Jay’s pants
when you see him again.”
“And then I…take my fingers and…”
“Put them inside of you. Yep.” Mal looks at him. “You ever touch your
prostate?”
Oh, Hades help him. “Excuse me?”
“It’s okay. I’ve touched Ben’s.”
“Ew!” Carlos gags. “You know what? Instead of doing that,” he points to the
phone, “anytime I’m in the mood, I’ll just call you and ask for you to tell me
about your sex life. That will kill the mood right away.”
“Hey, he was against it at first too, now he gets off on it. Just imagine Jay
doing it to you while he blows you.” Mal freezes. “Or, uh, I guess that image
doesn’t really work anymore.”
Carlos glares at her.
“Whatever! I’ll wait in the hall with a book.”
“You’re waiting here for me to…finish?”
“Yep. I figure you’ll want to talk through a game plan when you’re more calm.”
Mal hops off his bed. “Or I can go back to my room and you text me when you’re
done. Ben should have Jay and Dude out for an hour or so.”
Carlos closes his eyes. He knows Mal is trying to make up for everything. “Go
back to your room, I’ll text you when I’m ready.”
“Text me whatever you need,” she says solemnly. “Even if,” Mal points to him,
“you have troubles,” she points back to herself, “I have a boyfriend and a
girlfriend. You don’t have anything I haven’t seen, licked or -.”
“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” Carlos throws a pillow at her. “Get out and let me
do this!”
“Someone's eager! Have fun!” She sings and shuts the door behind her.
Carlos falls back on his bed and sighs. He lays still for a second before
getting up to the lock the door. No one can walk in on this.
He crawls back into his bed and resists the urge to hide under the covers.
Living with Cruella De Vil taught him that feeling sorry for yourself does
nothing and the only way to better a situation is to do it yourself.
That’s his plan. Carlos will better this situation. By masturbating.
Deep breathing, he reminds himself as he unbuttons his shorts. No good to have
a panic attack while naked, that’s a mood killer. Carlos slips his shorts down
to his feet, toes off his boots and then his trousers. He’s in his boxers, his
shirt and his socks. Briefly, he considers taking his socks off too, but
there’s really nothing appealing about cold feet.
In the shower, it’s been easier. The heat, the steam, the water slicking
everything up nicely. Here, on his bed, it’s weird. Does he need lotion this
time too?
Carlos places a hand on his boxers, tries not to mourn over the loss of a
bulge. Instead, he rubs gently, waits for something to feel good.
Nothing feels bad, really, but nothing feels good either.
“Just think of Jay,” he sighs and slips shaky fingers under his boxers. He
imagines Jay’s warm skin, his stupid, crazy, perfect arms, his dark hair pulled
back. Carlos doesn’t usually day dream about marking up Jay’s neck, but that’s
all he wants to do right now and he blames the damn failed truth gummy.
Maybe he thanks the truth gummy – something is starting to feel better.
Carlos hisses the first time he touches his clit. That’s not at all what he
expected. It’s sensitive and he jolts whenever the tips of his fingers brush
against it. Carlos presses down, whines a little from the back of his throat,
tries to move in circles like the woman in the video.
Between asking Mal for help and waiting for the spell, Carlos has been so
stressed the past few weeks, he couldn’t relax enough to jerk off. He can’t
remember if he was this responsive last time. That must be the work of the
gummy too
Deep breaths.
He focuses on his clit, the tingles it shoots up his spine and down his legs.
Okay, okay, that’s way more sensitive than any part of his dick was. Carlos
moves in steady circles, turns his head and breathes into his shoulder.
He pictures Jay again, tries to piece together what he must looks like
shirtless. (Carlos hadn’t been exaggerating when he said he tried not to spy as
Jay changed.) Broad chest, lots of muscles, sharp shoulder blades and a set of
abs Carlos wants to kiss his way down. There’s no dark trail leading from Jay’s
belly button into his shorts, Carlos knows that much at least.
Play with the clit, focus on the clit.
Carlos craves to kiss down stiff abs, to run his tongue down the defined
divider and nip at Jay’s stomach. He wants Jay to touch him, imagines a hand
larger than his own pushing up his shirt and kissing his chest, kissing his
collar bone.
So caught up in his thoughts, Carlos jumps when his finger slips and discovers
something wet and slick. He’s still not use to…this. He wants to be hard, to
stroke himself, but he can’t because his dick is gone and if Carlos focuses too
much on that, he’ll panic and he’s naked and he can’t kill the mood.
He tries to focus on the new sensation. Carlos cautiously trails down where the
wetness has gathered, runs his finger back up. It reminds him of oil, like he
has use on his machines sometimes. That’s all the vagina is, all any organ is:
a natural machine.
Another deep breath and clenched teeth, Carlos pushes his first finger inside.
He sighs with his exhale – that hadn’t hurt nearly as much as he expected. The
digit moves slowly, pushing in and out clumsily. He’s never done this to a girl
before. He’s never tried to touch his prostate before either.
But it’s not bad. It’s…different. Kind of interesting and something Carlos
would take the time to study if he weren’t so damn horny. He’s not just wet,
but warm, fully heated inside. The human body is typically at 37 degrees
Celsius, 98.6 for Farhenheit, so it shouldn’t come as a shock but it does.
Carlos groans into his shoulder.
He stops long enough to shimmy out of his boxers and kick them in the direction
of the hamper. Carlos searches out his clitoris again, moans deeply as he rubs
it. It’s stiff, peeking out just enough for Carlos to find easily, as if it
were impatiently waiting to be touched again. He drags his index finger, still
slick from being inside of him, up and down and Carlos shivers.
His hand creeps lower because Jay is back in his head Carlos would very much
like to do more than just touch his clit with Jay around. One finger slips back
in easily and Carlos whines. He stills feels a little crazy and wound up, the
image of shirtless Jay is increasing the wild desire in his veins.
Carlos has thought about it before, what it would be like to touch and be
touched by Jay. He always decided that it would be nice and then never thought
about it much more, he couldn't waste his time dreaming about impossibilities.
Now, it’s like the only thing his mind can come up with.
He wants Jay to kiss down his chest in return, down his pecks and over Carlos’
less defined abs. He wants Jay unzipping his shorts and kissing further,
kissing lower.
Carlos whines again. It’s a struggle to keep a steady pace with his fingers. He
wants to have Jay suck him off, to have those perfect lips work over his dick.
But he can’t.
So Carlos tries to picture Jay doing this to him, one finger moving in and out
slowly. He cuts off his own moan with the pillow by his head, biting into the
soft cushion. The image makes everything ten times better.
He picks up pace with his single finger and grunts into the pillow, but Carlos
slows his hand. Gently, still picturing Jay’s hand in place of his own, Carlos
adds a second finger into the trembling heat between his legs.
There’s a stretch, a burn that has Carlos wondering if he should stop it all
because that hurts quite a bit more than the first finger. But with two digits
in him, he presses the heel of his hand down, rubs against his clitoris roughly
and groans.
He thinks of Jay, of how Jay would think he’s so warm and tight, how Jay would
be patient with two fingers inside of Carlos and kiss him through the shakes.
He wonders if Jay would be aroused at the feeling of Carlos snug around his
fingers. (Because even if he’s not interested in girls, Carlos can see the
appeal of having something like this – hot and wet – around his cock. Jay
certainly must too.)
Carlos wiggles his hips and his breathing hitches. The pain fades as he grinds
against his hand, he whimpers as Jay’s voice floats in his head. “Such a tight
pussy, drenching my fingers like this. Bet you’ll feel even better when I fuck
you, won’t you, C?”
A sharp moan that isn’t properly muffled by the pillow and an involuntary
clenching around his fingers is all the warning Carlos gets before an orgasm,
intense and relieving at the same time, overtakes his senses. He digs his feet
into the mattress and bucks his hips, crying out at how tight his pussy
squeezes his fingers and how wet his hand gets. As much as he would like to
imagine Jay's fingers fucking him through it all, his mind blacks out and the
only thing making any sense is the dancing pleasure in his nerves.
When the sensation fades, Carlos blinks in a daze. His palm is wet and his
fingers are still rocking into him, without pace or strength after the numbing
orgasm. He rolls onto his side, grabs his pillow with his free hand and hugs it
to his chest.
Carlos whines when he squirms off of his fingers. His body is still shaking and
his face is burning, but his head feels lighter, less like he’s suffocating
under his own skin. Like he can breathe and think properly without dreaming
about hoping into Jay’s bed. For now.
He groans, slowly sits up. He has to make a plan, figure out how to talk to Jay
and get this all under control. Maybe he’ll actually call Mal and get her help.
 But first…he’s going to wash his hands.
***** Horrible Possibilities *****
Chapter Notes
     Since the actions taken by Jay and Carlos are done so under the
     influence of magic, consider this chapter (and probably the next) to
     be dubious consent.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Fuck, this wasn’t supposed to happen. Carlos had gone out of his way to make
sure shit like this didn’t happen, he had tried so hard to prevent something
like this!
Last night, he had stayed out late with Mal, spent the whole day with her just
to avoid Jay, the two of them skimming her spell book over and over and over
until Carlos could recite the spell that had ruined his life in his sleep.
“You’re a little more focused now that you’ve discovered the joys of a
clitoris,” Mal hummed with a smirk.
“I’ll be even more focused when I discover how to get rid of it.”
“You were flighty yesterday. You ought to flick your bean more often.”
“I’d like to go back to jerking off, thank you very much.”
The spell, it seemed, took in every horrible possibility and made them reality.
Carlos had hung his head in the library, flinching at every side effect Mal
listed off.
“Your dick is gone and replaced with a vagina, check. You have an increase in
libido, check,” she murmured, “heightened desire when you’re around the object
that holds your heart, check. You were practically humping Jay earlier.” Mal
snickered and didn’t return to her book until Carlos showed her his middle
finger. “And the object that holds your heart…oh shit.”
“What?”
“Jay’s libido goes up too. The longer he’s around you, the higher it gets.”
“That’s not funny.”
“This entire situation is one we will look back on and laugh at some day, I’m
sure of it.”
No. No way, that couldn’t happen. He couldn’t screw up Jay’s life as well as
his own. “How do I stop affecting Jay?”
“This is probably why he let you grope him earlier,” Mal said without any
mockery, just deep thought. “If you stay away from him, it’ll lessen your
effect on him, but if you distance yourself, it could make it worse for you.”
Her eyes flickered up to meet his. “If you fully want it all to stop, for both
you and Jay, the two of you need to have sex. That’s the only way this goes
back to normal.”
That conversation had taken place yesterday afternoon but it hadn’t ended so
quickly. Carlos continued to spend the rest evening avoiding Jay by moaning his
dismay to Mal.
“We share a dorm room! If I’m in the mood for sex and Jay’s in the mood for
sex…” Oh, evil, how was he supposed to control himself around Jay who would be
in the same state as he was? What was to stop the two of them from having sex
the next time they saw each other?
“Why do you say it like it’s a problem?” Mal snapped at him. “This is perfect
for you! The two of you can fuck and get it over with! Confess your love and
live happily ever after!”
“You really think villains get happily ever afters?” Carlos glanced at her with
weary eyes. No one spoke of happily ever afters on the Isle, the goal of
villains was power and control, not joy.
“We’re not villains anymore,” Mal sighed and leaned back in her chair. “I
mean,” her voice dropped as she spoke, “I never thought I would get one, but
now I have Ben and Evie and…well, you know. I’m…I’m happy.” Mal’s face took on
a dreamy expression, one that suggested her thoughts were far away from the
library table they sat.
Carlos, still stuck in his own sour mood, even smiled at her. “You’re saying
Benny-boo and Princess Evie are your happily ever after?”
“Shut up.”
“That’s adorable.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
He had fun teasing Mal and talking to her. She had been a welcome distraction
from Jay’s constant texting.
Text from Jay bird: im really worried about you.
Text from Jay bird: carlos, seriously, talk to me
Text from Jay bird: im gonna hunt you down and tickle you until you talk
Carlos had responded to all of his text messages with vague answers. He’s with
Mal, he can’t talk right now, everything is fine, please don’t worry, Jay will
get punched if he touches him. Not that any of the reassurances had deterred
Jay at all. Jay was concerned and clearly thinking about him, which made Carlos
flustered and pleased despite how much he tried to hide it.
He had to stay away from Jay because they longer they were near each other, the
more Jay would be affected by whatever the spell did to his libido. This whole
mess started with Carlos and his inability to confess his feeling for Jay like
a confident, rational young man. It wasn’t fair to allow himself to affect Jay
at all, he had to keep his distance.
But Carlos also had to approach Jay and finally ask (beg) him for sex to get
back to normal, otherwise they would live the rest of their lives in a constant
state of, well, horniness.
Even though he knew what he had to do, Carlos had found every excuse to stay
out until it was far too late and he was sure Jay was asleep.
Ben, thankfully, had agreed to keep Dude for the night, which later led to bite
Carlos in the ass as he laid awake, unable to fall asleep with Jay so close to
him. He didn’t have Dude to distract him with all of Jay in the room.
The tourney equipment by the door had him thinking of Jay’s muscles, the
algebra books on the desk reminded him of how cute Jay is when he sticks his
tongue out doing homework, the dirty clothes in the hamper made Carlos blush
with the realization that Jay had been naked in their room earlier, had
showered and walked around in a towel and Carlos had missed it!
At least Dude wasn’t there when Carlos slid his fingers into his pajama bottoms
to find his cunt already soaked. He slipped a finger into himself easily, bit
the pillow to stay quiet. Thumbing his clit and focusing on the idea of Jay
being naked in their room, in his bed, and touching Carlos like this himself,
he melted into the mattress.
Carlos had to bury his face in a pillow when he came, bucking down onto his own
fingers and whining. He stripped his pants off, cleaned up the mess on his
thighs with them before tossing the pajamas toward the hamper and pulling on a
clean pair.
So he had just masturbated last night, less than 10 hours ago, and spent the
whole day away from Jay, so how did this happen? How the hell did he end up in
Jay’s bed?
Well, Carlos knows the answer: he crawled in. Just a few seconds ago actually.
And he knows it’s a bad idea because everything about this damn truth gummy
turned out to be a bad idea. But he had woke up and the ache between his legs
was back, ten times worse than yesterday night and he could see Jay and smell
his laundry detergent from across the room.
It was like his brain was off and his feet moved without Carlos telling them
to. He had slipped under Jay’s covers, pushed himself against the warm body and
started...ugh, cuddling Jay.
Not that his roommate is complaining. Jay blinks himself awake and immediately
grabs Carlos’ hips. “C?”
“Jay,” Carlos whines and moves his hips forward. They’ve cuddled platonically
before – falling asleep while watching a movie or for heat back on the Isle,
but it’s never been like this. Carlos has never clutched Jay’s shirt or trapped
Jay’s thigh between his legs and keened.
He misses his dick, misses the friction he could get from grinding against
anything because grinding against Jay’s thigh isn’t doing much right now, but
he keeps going just for the hell of it.
But against his own thigh is Jay’s cock, the one that needs to be inside Carlos
and fuck him senseless. And it’s hard. Maybe just because of morning wood or
maybe it’s a part of the spell or maybe it’s because he’s enjoying Carlos in
his bed. Evil, please let it be the last one.
Carlos groans as his clit gets just a bit of friction between his boxers and
pajamas. He’s practically humping Jay’s leg, whining at the sensation that’s
just barely enough to soothe him. His head is under Jay’s chin and Carlos has
access to a dark throat that he takes advantage of, kissing Jay’s Adam’s apple,
his collar, his shoulder.
Jay’s no better, his hands have never left Carlos’ hips and are tightening. His
own cock is tented in his shorts and Carlos makes an effort to keep his thigh
pressed against the hardness. Jay is moaning, soft and breathless and tilting
his head back to give Carlos better access.
“C…what…what…?”
Dammit, Jay is probably so confused at why his body is reacting like this, he’s
confused as to why he’s so hard, but he’s not kicking Carlos out of bed and
that’s all that’s important.
Besides, his brain is much more intent on finding Jay’s cock and finally riding
it, sinking his heated pussy onto it and fucking himself with Jay.
Carlos’ hands, originally balled in Jay’s shirt before sneaking underneath to
grope his pecks (and they’re fantasticpecks for groping, Carlos is pleased to
add), wander down to where they are locked together and rutting like mindless
creatures. His fingers get lower, more determined in their search, and oh yes,
yes that’s Jay’s cock in his hands.
There are still pesky pajama bottoms – Jay doesn’t sleep with underwear, Carlos
knows that – in his way but they’re both moaning at the sensation.
He’s wet, Carlos can feel it in his underwear, smearing onto his thighs in his
desperate journey of finding an orgasm against Jay’s leg. It’s still weird and
even a little scary to not be hard, but Carlos is more concerned with finally
stripping Jay naked and getting fucked. He knows it will feel good, so so good.
Jay’s hand, which cupped Carlos’ hand around his erection and guided him to
stroke, seeks out his own reward between Carlos’ legs – his dick, Carlos
realizes after moaning. Jay is looking for his dick so he can return the favor.
But Carlos doesn’t have a dick. He has a pussy, drenched and aching and
definitely not the dick Jay is looking for.
It’s all the rush Carlos needs to roll off the bed in a scramble, landing hard
on his ass and whining at the loss of contact with Jay’s cock.
“Shit,” he breathes.
Jay, sitting straight up in bed and looking at Carlos like he wants to
interrogate him and fuck him, maybe both at the same time. “Carlos.”
“I’m sorry.” He stands up and tries not to stare too openly at the tent in
Jay’s shorts and the little wet spot at the tip. “I’m-I’m sorry.” For jumping
into bed with Jay, for jumping out of bed, for the damn spell that is affecting
both of them.
“Wait!” Jay shouts but Carlos is already out of the door and flying down the
hallway.
Why would he do any of that? Crawl in Jay’s bed, suck at his throat, hump his
leg like a bitch in heat? Has he nocontrol over his own body? Carlos ignores
the twinge between his legs and keeps running, out of his dorm building and
into the one across the road. He’s up the steps and halfway down the hall and
his chest hurts, but Carlos doesn’t stop, doesn’t even slow until he’s pounding
on Mal’s door.
There’s a second of silence that is an eternity too long. “Mal!”
Now there’s a scramble and door swings open just wide enough for Carlos to
stumble through and Mal catches him.
“Whoa, easy, pup,” she holds his weight with just a little struggle, “you can’t
keep showing up to my dorm room so early.”
“What’s wrong?” Evie is beside them instantly, taking Carlos to her bed and
sitting him on the edge. “Are you alright?”
Carlos nods his head, then shakes it. Is he alright? How can he tell? He’s not
hurt but he’s still panicked and frightened and -. Oh Hades, what if Jay hates
him for forever now? Carlos whimpers.
“It’s nothing…” Mal falls silent and when Carlos looks at her, she’s studying
his chest, “new, is it?”
“No. No- oh! No!” He covers his chest with his arms and frowns. “It’s just-. I
was-.” Trying to get into Jay’s pants, humping his leg, almost begging him to
have sex with me.
Mal places a steady hand on his shoulder. “Breathe, pup. How about we go
outside and talk about this?” She determinedly keeps her back to Evie and
Carlos keeps his focus on Mal. Neither one of them wants to face the curious
gaze and suspicion of the blue-haired princess. Mal guides him up on his feet,
but another firm, perfectly manicured hand stops him and pushes Carlos back
down.
“No way,” Evie points at both of them. “This is the second morning in a row
Carlos has come into our dorm room so early and in his pajamas,” she nods to
his clothing. “Something is going on here.”
“E, it’s nothing. I-.”
“I know you’re using magic again.”
Mal’s mouth falls open and for a long moment, she is silent. “I… How dare you
accuse me of that!” She scowls and her eyes have the faintest glow to them, but
Evie doesn’t falter. Mal’s indignation doesn’t fade either. “I can’t believe
you think I would do that!”
Carlos rolls his eyes. Mal’s an excellent liar except for when it comes to
Evie. And Ben. Usually he and Jay as well.
“I know because your spell book isn’t in the same spot.”
“Yes it is!” Mal quickly defends. “I always put it back exactly the same.”
“So you admit you’ve been getting the book out?” Evie looks far too happy with
herself, head tilted and smile toying at her lips.
Mal, on the other hand, looks furious at having been outsmarted and tricked
into a confession. “No, but I-.”
“Mal Bertha, don’t you dare lie to me!”
“Bertha?” Carlos snickers to himself.
“Evie!” Mal whines and drops her shoulders. “I told you and Ben that in
private!”
“Sorry babe,” Evie says without sounding sorry at all. “But you two tell me
what’s going on right now.” She puts her hands on hips, expectant pout on her
face as she looks at her girlfriend. “I know it’s magic and,” Evie looks at
Carlos, “I know it’s affecting you. So spill.”
Carlos looks like he’d rather be sent back to his mother. “No way.”
“Yeah, E, it’s kind of personal.”
“Since when do we keep secrets from each other?”
“Since when do you not trust me?” Mal bites back.
“Since you started using magic again after you said you wouldn’t!” Evie throws
her hands up and scowls. Even in anger and having just woken up, she’s still
the most beautiful girl that Carlos or Mal have ever seen. “You promised me!
You promised Ben!”
Mal is just as upset. “I didn’t have a choice! You two hounded me about it for
days!” She yells and it’s only when there’s a loud bang on the wall do any of
them remember quite how early it is on a Sunday morning. “You and Ben wouldn’t
back off until I agreed!” Mal hisses.
“So you thought the solution was to lie to us?”
“What else was I supposed to do?”
“Stick to your promise!”
Carlos sits quietly as the two of them battle it out back and forth. He always
knew Mal would never give up her magic entirely, not after having been denied
it her whole life. He also knows that Evie is bound to fit into every standard
Auradon sets, even by giving up her own magic. She wants to follow the rules
and be accepted.
It’s also nice to see his life isn’t the only one going to hell right now.
A set of running footsteps can just be heard over the half-whispers/half-shouts
coming from the girls and a moment later, Jay is falling into their room.
“Dude!” He spots Carlos on the bed and walks over, panting and sweaty and hot
and looking like he just got done with a session of hard sex. “What is up with
you lately?”
“Evie, don’t you-!”
“Mal’s been using magic again and Carlos is a part of it.”
Jay blinks and looks at Mal, who is glaring at Evie. “I thought you were done
with magic?”
“So did Ben and I,” Evie folds her arms and glares back at her girlfriend.
“Because you would freak out whenever I told you that I wanted to practice it!”
“It’s illegal, Mal!”
It’s hopeless to wish that Mal and Evie’s fight would distract Jay entirely,
but Carlos pleads for it, silently begs for Jay’s attention to be anywhere but
him.
Of course, no one hears his thoughts.
Jay stalks over to him, scowl on his face. “What was that, Carlos? What the
hell happened?”
Carlos can’t find his words. His voice is gone. Please, just let the ground
swallow him whole right now.
“Serious, C,” Jay grabs him and it’s like electricity in his veins. “What was
all of that about?”
“J-Jay,” Carlos whimpers out. He feels too hot, too empty, too wired. Jay is so
close and he’s touching Carlos and his neck has these little bites from they’re
grinding session just minutes before. “You…you…”
“You can’t just hop in my bed and fool around with me and then leave!” Jay
snaps at him and Carlos shrinks back. Jay lowers his tone, loosens his grip.
“Why did you do all of that? Why did you run?” He sounds tired and broken and
pitiful, which isn’t how any of this should go.
Because I wanted to. I needed to. I love you so much, it makes me crazy and I’m
so attracted to you that I can’t control myself.
“What happened?” Evie finally turns to them, her argument with Mal on hold.
“What’s wrong?”
“Pup?” Mal calls him, finally taking in Carlos’ shaking, pale figure. “Carlos,
what’s going on?”
Jay’s right here, right in front of him and they have a perfectly good bed to
ruin. Carlos wants to sink to his knees, put his mouth on Jay’s skin and please
him, kiss the swollen head of his cock. He wants to push Jay onto the bed, sit
in his lap and on his dick until Jay is buried inside of him. Shit, he wants it
all so bad.
“Please,” the heat of Jay’s fingers are soaking through his shirt and making
him dizzy. “Jay, please,” Carlos pulls him closer, “I just...need...you.”
“Dude, not until you tell me what’s going on,” Jay allows himself to be pulled
nearer, places his hand on top of Carlos’, still clutching his shirt.
He didn’t say no. He said not until which means Jay is definitely down to fuck
him as soon as Carlos tells him all about the wet, little cunt between his legs
and how desperate he is for Jay to fill him with fingers and cock and come.
But there was a reason he wasn’t telling Jay about his pussy, right? Something
that Carlos wanted to kept hidden?
Who cares! He just has to tell Jay and they’ll get naked and Jay will fuck him
on the bed or against the wall or on the carpet or anywhere. Carlos doesn’t
care, they can have sex anywhere and in any position as long as they have sex.
Carlos grabs Jay’s hand because his voice is still gone, he pushes Jay’s palm
down, between his legs in a silent explanation, and just before they can make
contact, he is yanked away. “Wha'?”
“We gotta go!” Mal snaps at the other two. She hauls Carlos up. “Let’s move,
come on.”
He doesn’t want to leave Jay! He want to kiss Jay and suck his neck and chest
and cock, feel Jay’s fingers inside of him and then his dick. Why are they
leaving?
“Oh no you don’t!” Evie blocks their path. “Something is clearly wrong with
him. You can’t leave.”
“Evie, love of my life, please listen to me and trust me on this.” Mal grips
Carlos’ shirt, puts a hand on Jay’s chest before he can get any closer. “I know
that you’re mad at me and I’m sorry, but Carlos is hurting because he’s in this
room. He’s not going to get better until he’s out of here.”
“Hold on, are we in danger too?” Jay asks, looking between the two girls. “Do
we need to get out of here? What’s wrong with the room?”
Carlos whines and squirms, he can almost break Mal’s grip. He can almost get
over there to grind against Jay and kiss him, push them back onto the bed where
Carlos will spread his legs as wide as he can, put his cunt on display for Jay
and sob when he finally gets filled.
“You are!” Mal snaps. “I-I’m sorry, but Jay, you are causing his distress right
now.”
“No,” Carlos nearly cries in her hold. “I want Jay. Please.”
“Hey, hey, it’s okay, Pup,” Jay pushes Mal aside and sweeps Carlos into his
arms, where he should be. “I’m right here.”
Carlos immediately bites at his throat again, soothes his teeth marks away with
gentle kisses and licks. He can’t rub his clit against Jay’s leg in this
position but he fists Jay’s shirt in his hands, tries to pull it up and over so
he can appreciate the muscles and broad chest and-.
“Mal, what’s going on?” Evie sounds worried and frightened. It’s okay. She
doesn’t have to watch when Carlos sucks Jay’s cock, she can leave.
With a horribly strong pull, Mal yanks him off of Jay. "Come on!"
“Hey!” Jay snarls and reaches for Carlos again, but Mal drags him out of reach.
“Keep it in your pants! Go jerk off,” she narrows her eyes and pushes Carlos
out of the room and into the hall, closing the door behind her. "We've got to
keep them separated, E!"
There’s a moment of tense silence before Evie’s muffled voice comes from her
room. “Go…take care of Carlos. I’ll watch over Jay. ...This conversation is not
over, Mal!”
“Can’t wait to finish it!” She huffs at the door before turning to Carlos,
flushed and panting and a definite wet stain between his legs. “Come on, you
needy lover boy,” Mal pulls him down the hall. “Let’s get you into fresh
underwear and pants, hmm?”
He just whines.
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“Ben, tell your girlfriends to keep it down.”
“Seriously, they practically woke up the whole dorm.”
“Carlos too. Why is someone so small so loud?”
"What was he even doing in their room?"
The king nods at the people in the halls, grins and apologizes, promises to do
his best just like always. He shakes a few hands with people he's known since
childhood because that’s what he does when he’s nervous.
Evie’s text had been sporadic and urgent, sent in short messages with multiple
typos and emojis until she gave up and called him. Something is wrong with
Carlos and Jay was the cause and Mal is definitely using magic again.
With a deep breath, Ben knocks on the door to their room. He waits patiently
for it to open, but instead he hears “come in!”
“Ahem, are you sure you’re comfortable with me opening the door to your room?”
“Oh, for evil’s sake, yes, dear!”
Well alright then. Ben pushes open the door and steps inside. Evie and Jay are
sitting on her bed side by side. He has his head in his hands and she is
rubbing his back in comfort. “What’s happened?”
“I’ll let Jay answer that.”
The young man groans and flops back onto the bed. He is still in his pajamas,
which is probably a part of the request Evie made in her phone call. “C and I
kind of hooked up this morning?”
“And hooked up means…?”
“We fooled around. He touched my dick. Through my pajamas though.”
“Lovely imagery,” Evie deadpans.
Jay shows her a finger that Ben would never imagine showing a woman. “He just
crawled in my bed this morning and we were touching and so close and it was…it
was nice.”
“I fail to see the problem,” Ben tilts his head and sits on Mal’s bed, setting
his backpack on the floor. “You like Carlos. Carlos likes you. Do you feel the
two of you moved too fast?”
“Yeah! He didn't even say anything, just got in my bed! I don’t even know if he
likes me,” Jay grumbles.
“Stop that!” Evie smacks his chest. “Carlos loves you. He couldn’t keep his
hands to himself when you were in the room, are you blind?”
None of this is quite making sense. “Why were Carlos and Jay in your room today
already?” It’s only just past 9, typically Jay slept as later as he could on a
Sunday before their tourney practice.
“Carlos ran in here looking for Mal, he was all freaked out. I don’t think he
knows why he…got into bed with Jay.” Evie stands from her bed and drifts over
to Ben. “I’m worried, I think Mal has gotten them into a mess she can’t get out
of.”
“You think Carlos is under a spell?”
“Oh fuck!” Jay groans. “I let Carlos hump my leg while he was under a spell?
He’s gonna hate me!”
“He could never hate you,” Ben and Evie speak at the same time and blink at
each other.
She sighs and stands in between the two beds, the two young men. “Jay, Carlos
loves you. He adores you. I don’t know how you can’t see this.” Evie looks to
Ben for help, but he shrugs.
“I told Jay all of the same things yesterday but he refuses to believe me. Just
come clean about your feelings to him. Carlos feels the same, I assure you.”
“What if it’s all been a part of the spell?” Jay finally sits up. “What if he
acts like he likes me because of whatever magic is screwing with his brain?”
Evie snorts, actually snorts. “He’s loved you since the Isle. Magic has nothing
to do with it.”
“Come, let’s all get breakfast,” Ben stands and claps his hands together. “Evie
told me you were unlikely able to stop back at your dorm room with Carlos…in
whatever state he’s in. But I stopped by the locker room and grabbed you an
extra jersey and equipment for practice today.”
“I can’t go to practice with all of this running in my head.”
“It will do you good to take your mind off of things.”
“And maybe you won’t jump Carlos’ bones if you run off some of your energy,”
Evie teases with her tongue out.
Jay stands and stretches. “Fine. Let me put the uniform on first so I’m not in
the cafeteria in my pajamas.” He holds out his hand expectantly as Ben rifles
through his backpack, pulling out the extra jersey and shorts before giving
them to Jay, who takes them into the bathroom to change.
Chapter End Notes
     Whelp! Now you know that Jay is affected too, but at least he returns
     Carlos' feelings!
End Notes
     It took me a couple of weeks to really write this, I did it in weird
     chunks whenever I had the passion for it.
     Comment if you liked it, I'm always open to constructive criticism.
     Let me know what you liked and what I can work on!
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