m/m Transform Gaiden: Part 4

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Well, here's the next part. Sorry for the wait, and for the lack of action in this one. But once the setup is done, the fun stuff begins!

 

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The sun peeking through the window of Nate’s flat was what it took to pierce Mick’s dreamless sleep, and bring him back to the waking world.

 

For a few seconds as he stirred, he fumbled around in his brain, trying to remember the events of yesterday. He soon remembered meeting some dealer in the park. The weed he took, and the freakout it caused him came back. Then, he remembered Nate. That massive, sweet man who saved his life and took him in to his house to recover. He was still wearing his oversized sweatpants. Sitting in his bed in the lounge room. Everything seemed to blissful.

 

But, then Mick recalled what had happened earlier that day. Why he was looking for an outlet in the first place. Feeling like his stomach had fallen through, Mick then realised he had to go back.

 

His train of thought was interrupted by the sound of a flushing toilet, and the sound of heavy footsteps coming down the hall.

“Morning, Sleeping Beauty!” boomed a sensual voice as its owner rounded the corner into the room. Around he came, lik a truck going around a bend. He was definitely casual today, dressed only in a thin singlet, a pair of pants identical to the ones Mick was wearing, and a pair of thongs on his immense feet. It looked like Nate was going for a different look that day. Instead of the wild, flowing locks of chestnut hair and rugged beard he had yesterday, it looked like Nate had taken a shearer, and gotten rid of it all! What was left was a strikingly handsome face. Without the hair in the way, Mick could see that Nate could damn well get a job as a model, if he wanted to. Combined with his clean shaved scalp and his overly muscled torso, the effect was almost… ethereal. Like some sort of fairy or elf had turned into the Hulk or something. Nonetheless, Mick recognized him as still the same amazing, caring man-mountain that had taken him in.

 

“I should really say the same to you!” replied Mick. “What’s with the new look, anyway?”

 

“Ah, my hair was getting a bit too long for my liking. So I figured I may as well get rid of it now. Christ, it’s only been a month since I did it

last. Sometimes it just gets unmanageable.”

 

“Seriously? I took you a month to grow that Viking ensemble? That is incredible!”

 

“Yeah, it’s interesting to keep track of. Last time I just let it go, it grew down to about past my ass! Now that was a weird look!”

 

“Wow. I can imagine. Oh man, I’m starving.”

 

Nate poked a thick finger at the kitchen area. “Go nuts. There’s some cereal in the top cupboard, and milk in the fridge. You do that, and I’ll go grab your clothes out of the laundry.”

 

With that, Nate turned on his heel and bounded out the door. As he got himself a bowl of corn flakes, Mick’s mind returned to what was facing him back home. He wrangled with the idea of just running away and never looking back, but he couldn’t really do that. He knew personally how much it hurt for the ones left behind. But he was still scared of what was waiting for him. He needed help.

 

Again, Mick could hear Nate coming long before he entered the room, bearing his freshly washed clothes. He was like a one man stampede.

 

“Sir, I have collected your clothing for today. Sir will find his personal effects in the front left pocket. Does Sir require anything else today?” Nate said all this in a joking English accent.

 

“Ha. Ha. Nah, I think I’m all set, Jeeves. Thanks again!” Mick paused for a brief moment, before adding “Actually can I ask one tiny favour? If it’s not too much trouble…”

 

At this Nate just held up is massive paw, stopping Mick in his tracks. “Dude, it’s a Saturday morning. I’ve got nothing else pressing to do until tonight. Until then, I’m all yours. What do you need?”

 

Something about the way Nate said “I’m all yours” made the hair on Mick’s neck stand on end. Before he could get his mind too dirty, he refocused on what he needed right then.

 

“Could you possibly escort me to my place? My… mum’s gonna be pissed I disappeared overnight without a word. I think I need some backup.”

 

It was subtle, but Mick could make out a raised eyebrow on Nate’s immaculate mug. There was a brief silence, like Nate was figuring out the real reason for the request. Mick just sat there, idly stirring his cereal with baited breath.

 

“Oh yeah, I’ve been there. Sure, I can take some of the heat for you, no prob.”

Mick just let out a brief sigh. “Thanks, man. This’ll be the last thing I ask you, I promise.”

 

“I keep telling you, it’s not ever about putting me out. So long as you’re safe and sound, I’m willing to do… whatever. Well, whenever you’re ready, we can head out. I’m gonna go relieve myself before we do.”

 

It was a long train ride to Mick’s house. As they were headed east, the ornate and large towers of inner Melbourne faded away, to be gradually replaced by the small houses and run down shops of the outer suburbs. Stop after stop, they kept going forward.

Mick and Nate were an odd couple that day. Mick was hunched over in the corner, hoodie draped over his head, like he was trying to avoid being noticed. But to no avail, as he was sitting next to a man that stretched the limits of human size and strength.  Nate was sitting straight up, dwarfing everything around him. Even without consciously doing anything, he oozed masculinity. His natural odour, undaunted by the shower he had that morning, permeated the musty carriage. Together, the two of them looked like a knock off of the My Neighbour Totoro cover.

 

Slowly but surely, the train emptied out its passengers. Soon enough, they were on their own, still going east.

 

*Next stop: Hurstbridge. This train terminates here. Please alight at the next station*

 

“This is us” said Mick. As he tried to get out, he found he couldn’t get past Nate’s mammoth chest. He gave Nate, who was napping at this point, a shove in his dense shoulder. Mick could barely move Nate, but he certainly got a response.

 

“Mmm… Nice…”

 

It sounded like a kitten was purring. Well, a purring tiger, maybe. Still, the shove brought Nate back to consciousness, apparently unaware of what had just issued from his lips.

 

“Hunh. Wha… What is it?”

 

“Um… This is my stop. We need to get off…”

 

“Oh yeah, right. I’ll just…”

 

Nate shifted his massive bulk out of his chair with a surprising grace. Mick was almost hypnotised by the tight ass flexing and flowing in front of him, through the thin layer of sweatpants. It was like he was doing a dance routine, or deliberately showing off. Then, the brief show was over, and it was Mick’s turn to move.

 

Mick knew the path to his home like the back of his hand. He crossed through parks, went through holes in the bush, ducked down side alleys, all to get home as fast as possible, and get things over with. For lithe little Mick, ducking under obstacles and siding through narrow passages was no problem at all. But Nate was another story entirely. Every so often, Mick heard a crash behind him, and saw the poor two legged steer fumbling with some pile of boxes he’d just knocked over, or gingerly trying to move aside some old piece of machinery. But, Mick knew this was the quickest way. And, he didn’t mind watching his new behemoth friend flex and move heavy things

\out of his way. Hell, he even shifted a car chassis! Mick could get used to this!

 

Eventually, the two of them came to a run-down commission house at the end of a long street. Mick paused, took a deep breath, and pounded on the door.

 

There were loud sounds coming from inside. It sounded like a TV was blaring, and there was definitely some sort of squabble happening.

“WILL YOU TWO BE QUIET!” shrieked a voice from inside. Mick flinched at the sound, but Nate just stood there, placed a meaty paw on his shoulder, and together they waited for the door to open.

 

Suddenly, the door flew open, and in the doorway was a short, squat woman. She had a look of exhaustion on her face, and in her hand

was a lit cigarette. She spotted Mick, and her image immediately changed to a worried and furious mother.

 

“Mickey Stevens Paeahi! Where the hell have you been!? Do you have any idea how much I… I…” her voice trailed off when she noticed the golem in a singlet standing behind Mick.

 

Nate sensed an opening, and immediately turned on the charm, beaming like there wasn’t a care in the world.

 

“Hey there! Sorry for bothering you. You must be little Mick’s mum, right?”

 

She stood there dumbstruck for a second before finding her voice again.

 

“I- um. We… Yes. I’m Julia”

 

“It’s a pleasure, honestly. Mind if we come in?”

 

She looked back and forth between her familiar son, and this giant stranger, then sighed and motioned for them to come in and sit down.

 

“So… Ivan isn’t here?” Mick was the first to speak.

 

His mum took a deep drag from her ciggie, exhaled, and answered “No. He left last night. After you did.”

 

There was an awkward silence for what seemed like an eternity. That is, before a crashed came from a room down the hall, and two screaming little kids came out.

 

“Muuum! Lucy stole my DS she won’t give it back!”

 

“You weren’t playing with it! Mum, Chris is lying…”

 

When they came to the lounge room, all arguments stopped as they saw the massive person sitting in their old, protesting armchair.

Mick’s mum just sighed, and turned to face the two.

 

“What have I told you two about sharing! Chris, if you weren’t using it, then Lucy can, alright? You can have it after lunch.”

 

“But I…” started Chris, but a swift glare quickly stopped whatever protest was forming.

 

Lucy, triumphant, gave a smug look and skipped back to their room. Chris, defeated, followed soon after.

 

Mick picked up a bit of courage, and continued talking.

 

“I’m sorry I didn’t call, mum. I was just… too mad at the time.”

 

“I don’t care! I was out of my mind with worry! Anything could’ve happened to you, and the last thing you said to me would have been ‘Screw you!’”

 

Remembering what had actually happened, Mick silently agreed, and was so embarrassed he wished he could just sink into the lounge he was sitting on.

 

Nate made his presence felt by clearing his throat. He turned to face Mick’s mum, and tried to sound as reassuring as he could.

 

“Um, Mrs… Paeahi, was it? For what it’s worth, Mick was fine last night. I mean, he was obviously upset, but I talked to him, and I found him a place where he could cool off safely.” Mick noticed he failed to mention the weed that caused them to meet in the first place.

 

“If it helps, I’m a bouncer by trade. I know how to keep things safe, especially when there isn’t much room for logical thinking. Once Mick calmed down, he was really sorry about what happened. He just didn’t know how to talk to you about it. Isn’t that right Mick?”

Mick looked up at his name, and realised Nate had given him help in clearing things up. Even if was a white lie.

 

“Yeah, I guess.”

 

“See! No harm done! We all do stupid things from time to time. I think Mick has learnt something from all this, at least.”

 

Mick just nodded. Nate stood up, stretching back to his intimidating height.

 

“Alright, I’d better get going. I’ve got a shift tonight to get ready for.”

 

The three of them headed to the door. Nate ducked slightly to get under the frame, then turned and faced a relieved Mick, and his somewhat pacified mother.

 

“It’s been fun, you two!” He said, beaming again. He reached out his massive hand to Mick. The two shook hands, Mick revelling in the physical contact between them.

 

“Stay safe, Mick!” boomed Nate. “Let’s see if next time doesn’t go a bit smoother, eh?”

 

As he closed the door, Mick noticed that Nate had slipped something to him. Looking in his hand, he saw it was a little slip of paper. Turning it over, he saw that Nate had written him something. It looked like a mobile number, and a little message. It read:

 

“If you ever need to talk about anything, or want some company, don’t hesitate to give me a ring, or just turn up at my place.

Xxx”

 

Mick then realised he had learned something from this experience. He suddenly realised what he wanted most.

 

He wanted to be like Nate.

[convolution]

"He wanted to be like Nate" ...

 

Me too

 

Great story!

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