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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.

"Maybe food wise, but I'm normally immune to gasses and that sort of stuff," Teddy counters, his body healing it away long before it got far in his blood stream. So clearly this was carefully tailored.

"So... we wait? For answers? Or help?"

Tommy grimaced. "So then Imightbe an accidental ridealong." He wasn't going to mention what his worst case scenario thought for that was, in case someone could hear.

"Unless you have a better idea. Because there isn't a way OUT we can even try to figure a way through, so fuck if I know anything," Tommy said.

"Or I am?"

Because capturing both of the twins would be... quite a boon for some people. Teddy sighs and pushes to his feet.

"Stand on my shoulders. We can try finding an escape up. You'll be able to reach the ceiling."

"It was at your place, so that doesn't make any sense," Tommy said. If they'd been after him, probably would have gone for him at his place.

Tommy gave him a look and then tipped his head back to stare at the ceiling, which was just as seamless and made out of the same shit as the walls, it looked like. "Okay," he said, dubious that it would do any good. But he'd try it if it made Teddy feel like they were doing something other than sitting there, desperately wanting to touch each other.

Tommy pushed himself to his feet, wincing at the instant sense of uneasiness and cold that came over him when they weren't touching.

Teddy, meanwhile, knelt down to make it easier for Tommy to climb onto his shoulders. That should help, right? And not make Tommy think about what good sorts of things Teddy could do for him while on his knees? Because... maybe Teddy's thinking of what he could do.

Except that was right where Tommy's mind went when Teddy hit his knees, cheeks flushing and green eyes a little too hot. His hand even dropped to Teddy's hair for a second before he yanked it away like it was on fire, biting his lip almost hard enough to break skin.

He took a deep breath. "Yeah,okay," he said, moving to climb onto his shoulders carefully.

They're in a bad state, and it's even worse because when he feels that hand in his hair... He feels his body reacting. Getting hard. Dammit. He wants so bad right now. And Tommy's legs on his shoulders isn't too different from Tommy riding his face, is it?

Stupid thoughts. Teddy closes his eyes and stands, wrapping his arms around Tommy's thighs ~~strong, firm, they could wrap around him so fucking well, or give him the hardest pounding of his life~~ as he stood.

"I'm going to start growing now," oh god that sounded horrible to Teddy because he's absolutely said it to Billy in another sense. "Tell me when to stop."

Shit. Teddy's arms around his thighs, warm heat of him touching. Fuck, Tommy wanted. The easy strength he hefted Tommy with made Tommy's breath catch.

And then he just started to grow and Tommy's mind went to how else that could work. He groaned, hand automatically falling back into Teddy's hair as he moved up toward the ceiling. "S-stop," he said, voice breaking slightly as he spoke. "I can reach." He lifted his hands, and the ceiling beneath his fingers was smooth and unbroken and felt the same as the walls did. He tried a weak blast, to see if it had any impact, but it felt the same kind of reflection that the other one had, rocking him on Teddy's shoulders. "There's fuckingnothing, Ted."

The noises. Fuck the noises and the way Tommy's voice breaks and the breath catching. Fucking hell. Once Tommy's done Teddy goes back down to his knees after going to his normal size, intending to let Tommy down. He's going mad. His skin is itching and he's so cold except where he's touching Tommy, where he's burning.

Tommy stumbles off to his feet, panting through his teeth as he gritted them, fist knotting at his sides. He'd stopped touching Teddy, but he couldn't make himself move away, and Tommy didn't know what to do, because he was ... falling apart and needy and getting stupid with it.

"Teddy," he said. It sounded defeated and needy, and he knew it.

The tone about breaks Teddy's will too. He'll suffer for this later. For now he's moving closer and dragging Tommy close so he can kiss him. So he can press their bodies together and kiss him. He can't do this anymore. He can't refuse this damn thing.

Fuck. It's wrong. They're wrong. They're so wrong. But Tommy needs it, and Teddy's mouth is searing and perfect against his own. Tommy's arms lock around him and he kisses back, licking hungrily into his mouth to taste him, body plastering up against him so there isn't a spare inch of space. His brain lit up with endorphins and want, just from that much contact.

This is stupid. But yeah, they enjoy it, don't they? They're enjoying this so much. Teddy's hands slide down Tommy's body, gripping at his ass before gripping his thighs and picking Tommy up to carry him toward the cot.

"Teddy," Tommy half moans it against his mouth, legs wrapping around him as soon as Teddy lifted him, kissing him again, rocking against him as Teddy's fingers gripped his ass. Fuck, it felt like little sparks under his skin everywhere Teddy touched him, and his mouth against Tommy's was perfect - hot and soft lipped but kissing hard and just right at the same time. No wonder Billy couldn't get enough of him.

The thought sent a lance of guilt through Tommy, but he couldn't let go, just shuddered, pulling away from the kiss to catch his breath.

Teddy? He wasn't thinking anything about Billy right now. He lays Billy down on the cot and bites his own lip as he looks at him.

"YOu want to fuck me?"

Please, just say yes. He can do this for you.

Tommy groaned, fingers digging into Teddy's back. "Yeah," he croaked out. "Fuck, yeah. Please. SorryTeddy. I need you." He shouldn't. He was such a shithead. But yeah, he wanted to fuck Teddy. Wanted to feel him stretched around his cock, kiss him while he came, feel every inch of his skin against his own. He wanted it in a way that felt too much like needing it, and he didn't understand, but he couldn't deny it, either.

"Then maybe you should," Teddy suggests. Because he doesn't think that Tommy is going to want to be fucked by a guy.

This, at least, he can give Tommy. Satisfy them both. Not like... not like he can't effectively be a woman for the guy.

"I... you better take your clothes off before I rip them off."

Tommy groaned, hands sliding down, over Teddy's ass before he could think about it. "Do you want it? Do you like it?" Tommy didn't really advertise his tastes, but he'd sorted out the last couple of years that he liked men and women about equally, and that he was about as versatile in bed. David had helped him figure that out.

But he really wanted to fuck Teddy. He just was too much Tommy to want anything if he didn't know for sure Teddy wanted it too.

He made a pained noise but finally scrambled away enough to start shoving his clothes off and throwing them aside, hasty and careless.

Well, at least the speed that Tommy's stripping at was a pretty good sign. Teddy himself pulled his t-shirt off over his head and then his pants unbuttoned. It isn't until Tommy squirms enough to get at his own pants that Teddy can shed his own.

There's half a moment of hesitation before Teddy does one thing he always told himself he wouldn't do again. Nothing that would ever make him think of Greg, he swore. Teddy started to let himself shift. This would be easier on Tommy if two things were true, right? If he didn't have to look at Teddy, and if it was a woman. Not necessarily in that order.

So there's a moment of hesitation before he shifts and instead of Teddy Altman, hulking boy next door, it's... well, he doesn't have a name. Just perky breasts and wide hips and a tiny waist. All the things he knows guys like in women. The things that matter. And it's only then he moves to straddle Tommy.

This will work. He doesn't care. He just wants Tommy so bad right now.

Tommy stared at Teddy, and it should have given away that he didn't need anything but what he's looking at to want.

But then Teddy changed. And was on top of him. It still felt right - that bare skin on sin contact lighting up his brain and every single place they're touching with heat and pleasure. But Tommy still froze. Because. "What thefuckareyoudoing?" he asked, pushing it together. Because Teddy wasn't Teddy. He was some girl Tommy had never seen before. Yeah, he'd seen Teddy shift to be a girl before for missions or whatever, but now? When he'd just asked Tommy to fuck him? When they were here, together? Why?

He's... surprised by the response. Teddy frowns and without really thinking, reacts to the response rather defensively. Which in this case means tucking his arms over his breasts. Fun fact: he never got used to having breasts, no mater how often he did or didn't do this.

"I... thought you'd like it better like this."

Tommy pushed himself up onto his elbows, flushing. He was still hard and Teddy was admittedly hot like this. But he wasn't ... Teddy. Tommy knew him well enough to know he was putting this on for Tommy. "I want you to be you," he said.

Yeah, he might wonder what kind of stuff you could do with a shapeshifter. But ... to play. For fun and sex. Not because he needed Teddy to not be TEDDY, dick and muscles and all.

Fuck, he was trying to convince his brother's boyfriend to fuck him and not change shape to do it. This was so screwed up.

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there are literally no icons for this

The comics didn't cover "trying to genderswap for a partner who doesn't need it during sex pollen?"