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As soon as Teddy said anything about moving, Tommy's hand tightened on his arm to keep him there, pulse jumping at the idea of Teddy moving away.

He caught himself with a swallow, averting his eyes. "Yeah, okay," he said. "Just watch out for a kickback. And don'thurtyourself," Tommy told him. It still took him a couple of seconds to let go and let his fingers uncurl from where they'd settled around Teddy's wrist. Christ, what was wrong with him?

The tightened hand definitely left Teddy staring at Tommy. He didn't move away.

"It's not just me, is it? That just wants to be touching you."

Tommy's mouth opened, and then closed, and he winced before actually speaking. "Yeah I ... I don'tfuckingknow, Ted. You were petting me, before. And I keep just cuddling up next to you. And it feels ..." weird. When they weren't. "Maybe it's something wrong from whatever they knocked us out with?"

"Like Star Trek sexpollen but just cuddly?" Teddy suggests. Because yeah, he's seen plenty of Star Trek. And read some REALLY dirty fic. That, though, was a problem. Mainly that they COULDN'T.

Tommy rolled his eyes. "I don'tfuckingknow," he muttered. He wanted to leave it at that, since it was better ... but if they were really stuck here, if there really was something wrong with them, then he probably needed to be honest. "Maybe not just cuddling," Tommy said reluctantly. "When you were touching me, before, I almost tried to kiss you. I didn't! But ... I don't know. It's fucked."

And now Teddy's thinking about kissing Tommy. Definitely not something he expected. Can't even help but lick his lips at the thought of it. What would Tommy feel like to kiss, his body hotter than Billy's, but probably with none of the electric prickle. Damn he wanted to know.

"It's beyond fucked. We're family."

Tommy saw where Teddy's eyes went, felt the way he licked his lips like a kick to the gut and rocketed to his feet, moving a few feet away, restless and sudden. He just needed to stop his brain because this was fucking stupid. He didn't want to fuck his brother's boyfriend, his own teammate and friend. He DIDN'T. He couldn't.

"I know!" he said, defensive, not sure if Teddy was blaming him or not.

Not blaming. Trying to remind himself. And Teddy moves to another corner to sit down.

"I'm not trying to accuse you," Teddy sighs, shaking his head.

"I know," Tommy said, even if he hadn't really. It could be his fault. Or maybe this shit was supposed to be aimed at Billy and Teddy - some way to keep them busy fucking so they didn't bust out? But they ended up with the wrong twin. Except that didn't make sense - they'd had speedster grade knock out juice.

And fuck it felt wrong, being at opposite ends of the room. Tommy felt too-cold and like he ... itched, but not. He hugged his arms around himself, leaning against the wall and trying not to think of Teddy's skin against his. "Someone will find us, if we don't get out ourselves," he said. Tommy was ... sort of confident of that. They'd found him once, even if Tommy still half wondered if he'd been an afterthought for most of them. But with Teddy here, they'd definitely find them.

"Yeah, Billy will swoop in with his new team to save us," Teddy agrees, because of course Billy has his own team to work with.

Of course, in the mean time they're here. And he's cold.

"I think... I'm going to go crazy.

"Right. Or David will round up the rest when I don't come back, or something," Tommy said. David was used to Tommy sort of drifting in and out, but he had learned to at least give updates. Just vanishing after he'd said he was going to Teddy's, it would trip up some alarms.

Tommy thunked his head back against the wall once, groaning. "It's fuckingfreezing in here," he grumbled. The bed didn't even have a bed they could pull off and rip in half or something. "This is sofuckedup."

"Are... you and David a thing?"

He can't help but ask it. It's inappropriate, this is not the time, they should be looking for a way out, and all he can think about is that he really hopes they're not. And hates himself for thinking it.

"And yeah, it's... fucking cold."

Which might be more than just not touching Tommy. The room was actually could. All the better to promote shared body heat?

Tommy shook his head. "No. Not really." Tommy had maybe wanted something, but he hadn't known how to ask, so they had friendly sex a few times, and that was it. Now they were friends, and Tommy wouldn't want to risk that on some possibility of maybe something else anyway. He trusted David, there weren't many other people Tommy trusted. Billy and Teddy, mostly. And he and Teddy were probably getting irreparably screwed up with this.

"Probably on purpose," Tommy said, echoing Teddy's thoughts. If they wanted them to touch or whatever the fuck they wanted, made sense if it was cold enough that not doing it made them freeze. He rubbed at his arms. "Look maybe we just ... sit together? Just touching?"

Like 'just touching' had worked last time. Teddy looks at Tommy across the room and sighs. This is stupid. But he gets to his feet and moves across the room to sit next to Tommy. Barely touching.

Tommy sighed as Teddy touched him. It helped with the itch, a little bit with the cold. But it wasn't enough. It was a tease of what he wanted more than what he really wanted. But he would make do. He wasn't going to be an asshole and make this worse than it was.

"So ... what do youwannatalk about?"

"Which part? The fact that there's a part of me that wants to push you down onto the ground, rip your clothes off, and ride you until I'm spent?" Teddy grumbles, mostly under his breath.

A strangled sound ripped out of Tommy's throat before he could stop it. Because Teddy said it and Tommy absolutely pictured it. Tommy's mind worked fast, and he could vividly imagine that. The look on Teddy's face, the feel of his thighs under Tommy's hands as he held on to them, sweat in his hair and flushed face ...

Tommy groaned, hands fisting. "Jesusfuck, Ted," he said, shaky and complained. "We can't," he said again, weaker. "Would hurt like hell anyway, no lube." Because Tommy had never been with a shapeshifter.

"I'm a shapeshifter with healing factor, it wouldn't hurt," Teddy counters. Because he knows, very very well, what his body can take in bed. Which is literally anything.

He glares angrily at his knees, hating their captors for what he wants, for making this what he wants. Because before today, he's only ever thought about it once, and it was one of those weird dreams where he mostly apparently wanted both of the twins at once. Which was never going to happen and was weird.

"Don't TELL me," Tommy said. He wanted to know. He really wanted to know more. What else could Teddy do? He'd wondered before, yeah, but not ... in depth.

Tommy scrubbed a hand across his eyes, leg pressing more against Teddy's and shoulder budged up closer to his. He didn't realize he was doing it, it was just like a magnet. "It's not me, it's ... whatever the fuck this is, and that I look like Billy."

"He says as if he is completely unaware of how attractive he is," Teddy rolls his eyes. Tommy, don't get yourself down.

Tommy laughed a little raggedly. "I'm hot, man. But you don't usually want to fuck me and I don't usually have to sit on my hands to keep from jumping you. You've got a boyfriend. So this isn't us, right? Just because we think each other is hot doesn't meanwe'deverdo anything about it or want to if we weren't screwed up by aliens or something."

"Screwed up by aliens," Teddy agrees, sighing and pulling his legs up to his chest.

"Think... this is why they want us? For the amusement factor?"

Tommy tilted closer when Teddy pulled his legs up, trying not to watch the flex of his thighs and failing. "Uh," he said, licking his lips and swallowing before shrugging. "Dunno. I thoughtmaybe they were after you and Billy, and this wassupposed to keep you busy, but whatever they used to knock us out, had to be with a speedster in mind or I'd have burned right through it. So has to be SOME reason, but what the hell could they want out of THIS?"

"Your metabolism and my healing factor are similar," Teddy points out. So if Tommy wants to keep thinking it wasn't something about HIM that their captors wanted, he's got that out.

Tommy frowned. "Maybe," he said. "But I burn through shit faster than you do usually, I think." He hadn't tested it extensively, since it wasn't like Tommy went in WILLINGLY to play guinea pig for any of the brainy types. He'd have let David try to figure it out, but he hadn't asked.

He didn't know if it was better if he was an accidental ride along, or if he'd been a target. If he was a ride along, it might mean he could do something they hadn't planned for. But if he wasn't planned for, he probably wasn't necessary either, which meant he might get killed or used against Teddy as expendable. So it was fucked either way.

He turned his head as he thought that over, leaning in enough that he was breathing in the scent of Teddy and nearly pressed his face into the other man's shoulder. But he caught himself at the last moment, straightened with a nearly audible snap of his spine.

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