Hanging Out The New World of SwapTech chapter 5 by deleted_user

Later that night, Sully paced outside Milo’s apartment, sweating bullets. He was holding a backpack full of junk—snacks, USB drives, wet wipes—and mentally rehearsing what to say to a guy who looked like a porn star now.

He knocked.

The door opened.

Milo stood there, fresh from a shower, wrapped in a towel that was absolutely losing the fight. His damp hair clung to his shoulders. His tits swayed when he leaned on the doorframe.

“Hey,” he said, voice low and flat. “Didn’t know you were coming over now.”

Sully swallowed. “You—you said to bring food?”

“I said maybe.”

“You also said you needed help figuring out the... plumbing.”

Milo’s lips twitched. “Oh, right. I figured it out.”

He turned and walked back inside, towel riding dangerously high on his thighs. “Water pressure’s great. Showerhead has a pulse mode. Ask me how I know.”

“Please don’t.”

Sully followed him in, trying not to stare at his friend’s ass. “You’re still you, right?”

Milo turned, towel slipping lower. “What, you worried I’m gonna start moaning and calling you ‘daddy’?”

“No!” Sully yelped.

“Good,” Milo said, then grinned. “Unless you want me to.”

Sully flushed crimson.

Milo flopped on the couch, still wrapped in the towel, legs sprawled wide. “So. We watching Hackers or what?”