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Peter was under no delusions that his relationship with Michael was perfect but most of the time they existed as a united pair, so much so that they were often the envy of their single friends. They had been together since high school - almost seven years ago to the day - and their relationship had remained consistent throughout those long years with very few variables capable of shaking them up. They were set in their ways and for the most part Peter had no issue with it. He was perfectly happy being the little spoon when they cuddled at night, nor did he mind bottoming for his partner despite the fact that he was more well-endowed than Michael.
While it was rare for them to argue, when they did it always seemed to be Peter doing the apologising. Michael was never in the wrong, even if Peter had been certain that he was. As such, when he overheard Michael telling a friend over their PlayStation group chat that he was “dating a total pushover”, the more submissive of the two men was furious. He wasn’t a pushover at all, he was just willing to make compromises to keep their relationship sailing smoothly. When was the last time Michael had ever compromised on anything in order to make him happy? If such a thing had ever happened then it most certainly wasn’t any time recently.
Perhaps the most infuriating part of it all was how clueless Michael seemed to be about just how lucky he was. It wasn’t as if he was some godly specimen when compared to Peter, in fact they were rather alike in all aspects other than the colour of their skin. If it wasn’t for Michael’s ebony skin compared to his own ivory complexion, they might have even received the uncomfortable comments mistaking them for brothers as so many other young gay couples had. Both men were short and slender with Michael only having a few extra inches of height - inches that he probably would have sacrificed in order to beat Peter’s cock length - and Peter sporting a little more mass. There was hardly any dense muscle on their bones, indeed neither young man had ever seen the inside of a gym. Michael had always been more invested in video games while Peter considered himself an artist and found galleries and museums far more stimulating than a gross gym reeking of masculine sweat and testosterone.
With his boyfriend’s words continuing to haunt him, Peter retreated to bed and pretended to be asleep when Michael eventually joined him. Feeling the other’s slender arms wrap around him, Peter wanted nothing more than to shrug away but reluctantly remained in place. They would have to have a conversation about what Peter had overheard but this wasn’t the time. Still, he wasn’t sure he could properly rest until it was addressed. What was he supposed to do? There was no doubt in his mind that Michael would claim that he was overreacting but the more he thought about it the more of an issue it became for Peter. He was tired of being the one who always had to sacrifice his own needs and desires in order to please the other. I wish I was the one in charge, he thought resentfully. Have him be submissive to me, take my cock whenever I ask… I bet he’d have something to say about how he’s been treating me when he’s on the other side of things.
As Peter fell asleep with those thoughts still echoing around his mind he could hardly know that far above him the stars twinkled with golden lights, the higher powers recognizing his wish and bringing it into a brand new reality for the two young men…
There were a great number of things that should have startled Peter upon waking the following morning but he felt strangely at peace with each and every one of them. Never before had he woke up with his arms wrapped around the big beefy body of his boyfriend and yet it hardly seemed unusual for him to be the one acting as the big spoon to Mike’s little spoon. That just made sense: he was the bigger of the two of them in every respect, after all.
On a related note, he should have been stunned by the dramatic physical changes that had happened to the both of them - Mike now of Asian-American descent rather than African-American and himself sporting the golden tan of a young Mexican man - and yet he recognized both his lover and himself perfectly. They were both muscle-strapped young hunks, their bodies covered in bruises from intense training sessions out on the mat and hardened from years of competing at a high level. The knowledge that they had previously been very different individuals remained in his mind but with each passing moment seemed more and more like the stuff of dreams, perhaps even nightmares.
Indeed Peter no longer saw himself as the art-enthusiast, museum-loving nerd that he had been before. His true identity was that of Pedro, a college athlete who was not only a multi-time state wrestling champion but also one of the most popular guys on campus. If people didn’t want to be him then they most certainly wanted to be Mike, the apple of his eye and faithful partner in daily life. It was an open secret that Pedro was the top in their relationship and how could he not be given his track record of beating Mike to the pinfall whenever they were on the mats together?
Thinking back Pedro could still remember the very first time he and Mike had crossed paths in training. They had been partnered up to run a match together and fought through waves of lust to put together a fierce display of technical proficiency. Pedro had both superior strength and skill on his side though and was able to pin his future boyfriend down with his hands while he straddled the other’s chest. The tension between them in that moment had been off the charts - even the straight guys in the room had noticed it - and they didn’t even make it out of the locker room before Pedro had the other bent over and spreading his cheeks for him.
Pulling his large arms out from around Mike, Pedro slipped out from under the sheets and rose to his full height of six-foot-two. His tall frame was packed with hard-earned muscle, muscle that he had grinded in the gym to sculpt. Building his body and racking up wins out on the mats were his two true passions and were, in his mind, the only things that truly mattered. Sure, it meant that sometimes his relationship with Mike fell into second place but only one of them could be a winner, right? Pedro had that shit on lock considering he was undefeated on the mats against his boyfriend. When push came to shove, Mike was his bitch and they both knew it.
Looking around the bedroom, Pedro admired his collection of tournament trophies from the various wrestling events he had competed in and the framed picture of himself and his fellow fraternity brothers that hung over his dresser. His capability to name each and every one of those handsome young men - and know that he was both more well endowed than every single one of them and had beaten each of them in competition before - all but proved to him that this reality had to be real and his life as a submissive nerdy twink had been nothing but a dream.
Pausing to flex in front of the mirror for a moment, admiring the strong angles of his big muscles, Pedro couldn’t help but think about how lucky he was to have everything that he did. He was the king of the campus, next in line to become the president of his fraternity, and was almost a lock-in to compete at the next Olympics. A ‘once in a generation talent’ his coach had called him. It was like wrestling was his calling and if he had the chance to prove to the world what a real alpha male looked like then Pedro was going to jump for it.
Glancing back at his still-sleeping boyfriend, the champion wrestler admired just how peaceful Mike looked in his sleep. While his boyfriend was no slouch when it came to the muscle department, there was something almost adorable about him; an innocence that had him out of place among the other crude competitors of the college’s wrestling team. He had been too naive for his own good at first and had been embarrassed too many times to count. Still, he had a resilient spirit and Pedro liked that about him, enough to take him under his wing for some private training. He would support Mike in any way he possibly could, even if they both knew that Mike’s own career would never quite soar as high as his boyfriend’s. For that matter Mike was already thinking ahead, considering which long-term career he might want to apply himself to once their school days were over. Pedro would support him no matter what - as long as Mike always made sure there was a healthy dinner and a protein shake waiting for him on the table for him whenever he got home from training. After all, that was what loving boyfriends were for, right?
Moving over to the bed and pressing a cheek against the sleeping beauty’s forehead, Pedro then grabbed some workout shorts from the washing pile and pulled them on. He liked to start every day off with a morning run to get some sweat going on; although he didn’t mind the attention he got from the fraternity’s neighbors, some of whom were even hunky firemen. Just because he was in a committed relationship didn’t mean Pedro couldn’t stare - or even tease at times, pausing outside their homes to stretch and flex. He felt a little bad about it at first but it was easy to brush it under the carpet as something innocent. What Mike didn’t know couldn’t hurt him, right?
By the time he stepped out of the fraternity house and began stretching his muscles, the life Pedro had once lived was all but forgotten. The same would be said for Mike when he eventually rose from his slumber and the higher powers who had granted Peter’s wish smiled down upon them both, content that they had helped heal the relationship before the wounds of Michael’s had run too deep. Now they were truly on course for a happily ever after.
