Jinks knew that from the Warehouse to the B&B was at least 20 minutes, 30 if Pete was still in the Warehouse racks, 40 if he was anywhere near an artifact that was related to a movie. Knowing Pete, he would be over within a half hour, which gave him time to...explore. Now, Jinks wasn't one to snoop or anything on normal circumstances. But, nothing with the Warehouse was technically normal, and after having just had one of the most powerful orgasms of his life thinking about the man whose body he happened to be in right now, he couldn't help but be curious about the man himself.

His initial search idea was the bookshelf and the comic book collection. He was surprised to know that Pete actually cared about the comics. Each one was well preserved and carefully aligned. The books surprised him even more. Some of them were things he'd expect from Myka, or even Claudia. They ranged from sports statistics and hall of famers to computer coding, Shakespearian plays, and... Twilight?

Next to the tv was a stack of movies including Casablanca, Godzilla, and a few romantic comedies strongly acted by female leads. He definitely hadn't expected those either and he made a mental note to not rule anything out when it came to Pete.

After about 15 minutes of searching he felt he'd actually gotten a bit of a feel for Pete and an understanding for the man. He smiled at the thought, realizing that Pete was an honestly good guy. He was lying back on Pete's bed once again, smiling to himself as he waited. His hands slowly travelled down the Pete's body, resting on his chest, squeezing the pecs and teasing the nipples between his fingers. He barely realized what he was doing as he slid a hand inside the shirt, feeling Pete's chest, the tight skin with a light sprinkling of hair, running his fingers through it. He smiled at the feeling, the sense of worshipping the man's body. It was different because he felt it himself, his hand was larger and rougher, but it was still nice and he knew he'd remember it.

He was almost to the stage of unbuttoning the shirt when the door burst open. He quickly acted like he was just scratching and without looking up just said "Hey."

"Hey, Pete," Myka's voice answered him. His automatic reaction was to sit up as he thought Oh shit!

"Hey, Myka. Come on in," he told her, unsure of what to do.

"Thanks." She sat down next to him on the bed, her dark hair falling over her shoulder and covering her face as she joined him, before turning to face him. "Artie's going out, so we have to babysit the Warehouse...and Jinks. Okay?"

"Yeah," he answered, slightly annoyed that she thought of it as babysitting him.

"Well, I'm heading down to the Warehouse to find him. See you in a bit," Myka said as she rose, leaving the room.

"Oh, god, that could have been very bad," Jinks sighed, almost laughing at the fact that he sounded like Pete.

"Really?" he heard his own voice answer him. He sad up and was greeted with the sight of his own body.

"Oh, Pete thank god!" Jinks cried out.

"Jinksy, calm it down," Pete spoke as he sat down on the bed, his now smaller frame not impacting the mattress nearly as much as it used to. "Jeez, I kind of miss my body. It's different being so...small."

"Pete! I am not small!" Jinks said as he rose. "Look!"

"Jinksy, that's my body, remember?"

"Oh...yeah..."

"Anyway, what do you want to do? Because if anyone finds out we can probably get in trouble for this and I don't feel like being naughty right now."

Jinks felt his, well rather, Pete's dick begin to slightly harden at the way he said naughty, almost teasing as it came out of his own mouth.

"I don't know, Artie's gone and Myka's off to the Warehouse. We can either go back there or stay here for awhile."

"Back to the Warehouse it is! C'mon! Let's find something fun!"

"Wait, shouldn't we change back?"

"Oh. Yeah, I guess, unless you'd like to stay me for a little bit? I won't lie, it's kind of fun being you." Pete smiled as he said this. It was so weird to see his own smile from someone else's perspective.

"Well, I mean, if nothing can go wrong, then sure." With that, the two men headed off to Pete's car, Jinks readjusting Pete's length in his pants, oddly amused with how it felt in his hand, before sliding into the car.

"So, having fun being me?" Pete asked as he drove.

"Well, I mean, yeah I guess? I've been locked up in your room and it's weird, I don't know," the usually very vocal man answered in an odd tone.

"What's wrong with my room?" Pete asked, laughing at how weird the conversation sounded.

"Nothing, nothing at all. It's very...you," Jinks smiled, wishing he could have been there longer, and for so many different reasons.

After they hit a particularly bad pot hole, Pete bouncing with a small gasp, he looked to the younger/older man. "Seriously, Jinks, what did you do? That really hurts," he said, his hand reaching down to massage Jinks' ass.

Jinks could only stutter out an answer of "Don't know, might've fallen," as he watched Pete fondling his ass. It made him so horny, the way the man rubbed his bottom, trying to take the sting away while he simultaneously seemed to be feeling him up.

Pete laughed at the nervousness of the younger man. "Calm down, Jinksy." As he drove he continued to rub Jinks/his' ass, saying it was because it hurt while really he just liked it. Jinks had a nice ass, soft yet tight, muscular but not hard, and the sensations from squeezing it were driving Pete wild. It seemed to spark electricity all throughout his body, lighting him on fire at his own touches, exploring this new body.

Jinks sighed at the sight, his own hand going to his trousers, feeling Pete's length through the material, trying to adjust it to be less noticeable. As he did this, Pete smiled over at him. "Having fun?"

"Like you can talk!" Jinks responded, nerves swelling over him, uncertain if he was about to get in trouble.

"Jinksy, it's okay. You're gay, I'm gorgeous, do what you will. Besides, your ass is nice," he answered as his hands grasped a particularly sensational handful, a small moan passing over his lips.

"Pete, are you...are you turned on? By my body?" Jinks asked him, almost teasing as he watched the man.

"Jinks, I'm not going to lie. Yeah. Hell yeah. Boy, this feels amazing. I mean, really," Pete moaned out, his hand still caressing his ass.

"Haha, yeah it does. If you really want to know about earlier, and you can handle it, I'll tell you," Jinks said, his hand still sitting on the hardness in his pants.

"What is it, sex talk? I can do sex talk."

"Okay, Pete. Well, I was... ya know?" Jinks said, his eyes saying so much more.

"No, I don't."

"I was... playing. With myself, and my...ass."

"Oh my god! You were fucking yourself! With what, a toy you have on you at all time?"

"Oh my god, Pete! Come on! I can't really tell...no. My...fingers."

"Oh... OH! Okay. Yeah...that's not a big deal. Not at all," Pete said, the smile on his face evident, the look in his eyes intense. "Hmm... kind of interesting, really. I've done it to girls. Always wondered why they liked it so much."

"Pete, are you...bi?" Jinks asked as they pulled up to the Warehouse.

"Sexual? I don't know. Bicurious? Probably. Just sexual? Definitely," he answered, his hand coming away from his ass, losing all of the electric warmth that had been shooting through his body from the contact.

"We are so talking about this later. Right now? Warehouse! Back to target practice!" Jinks almost cried out, racing for the door like a kid.

Pete chased after him, catching the younger man in the bigger body and sliding past him. He didn't get the door open fast enough and they ended up pressed together against the building, Pete in Jinks' body with his ass against Jinks in Pete's body's crotch.

"I'm going to have to take care of that later," Pete said, prying the door open.