Dylan’s heart pounded as he weighed his options, trapped between the overwhelming heat of James’s lean thigh and Tim’s hairy, sweaty bulk. “James,” he muttered, deciding. “Less chance of getting lost in a fur jungle.” Gripping the coarse hairs on James’s inner thigh, he began his climb, inching toward the hem of the giant’s shorts. The skin was warm, taut, and twitched faintly with every move, making Dylan’s spear wobble. “Just don’t notice me yet, big guy,” he whispered, navigating the sensitive terrain.
Halfway up, a subtle shift in James’s posture froze Dylan. The giant’s eyes flicked downward, catching a glimpse of the tiny figure on his thigh. James’s brow furrowed, but he kept his face neutral, not alerting Tim. *What the hell is that?* he thought, heart racing. A tiny… person? Without a word, he casually slid his hand over his thigh, cupping Dylan gently, and scooted him into the pocket of his shorts, the fabric muffling Dylan’s startled yelp.
Dylan, now in the dark, swaying pocket, hissed, “Oh, shit, he saw me! Not good, not good!” The warmth of James’s thigh seeped through the fabric, and every step jolted him.
In the living room, James stretched, faking a yawn. “Yo, Tim, I’m gonna head to bed. See you in the morning.”
Tim, sipping his soda, grunted. “Alright, good night.”
James stood, careful not to jostle his pocket, and strode to his room. He closed the door softly, locked it, and crossed to his desk, flicking on the lamp. Reaching into his pocket, he gently pulled Dylan out, setting the tiny figure on the desk under the warm glow. Dylan stumbled, dwarfed by the vast wooden surface, staring up at the giant’s curious, looming face.
“Whoa, hold on,” James said, his voice low but gentle, leaning closer. “How’d you get here? Were you trying to get my attention on purpose, crawling up my leg like that? What’s your name?” His hazel eyes softened. “I’m not gonna hurt you, I swear.”
Dylan’s knees shook, the giant’s voice rumbling like thunder. He clutched his spear, heart hammering, but James’s tone seemed genuine. Swallowing hard, he squeaked, “I’m… Dylan. I got shrunk outside your door, some weird flash or something. Didn’t mean to climb you, just… trying to survive, man.”
James leaned back, stunned. “Shrunk? Damn, that’s… wild.” He rubbed his neck, guilty. “Sorry I didn’t notice you sooner. You were, uh, pretty stealthy.” Glancing at the clock, he added, “It’s late, though. You need a place to sleep.” He hesitated, a faint blush creeping up. “I keep the room cold, so you’ll need somewhere warm. I’ve got… three options.”
Dylan raised an eyebrow, wary. “Options?”
James cleared his throat, awkward. “Yeah, uh, bear with me, they’re kinda out there. One: you could sleep, uh, backside, like… in my asscrack. Warm, secure. Two: front side, base of my cock—sounds weird, I know, but it’s cozy. Or three…” He paused, voice dropping. “Something even closer, more intimate. Body heat’s best, and my, uh, asshole would keep you warmest.” He shrugged, sheepish. “Your call, Dylan. I’m just trying to keep you safe.”
Dylan’s jaw dropped, his tiny face a mix of shock and disbelief. “You’re serious? Those are my choices?”
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