the bj meme

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the blow job meme. 
this is a meme to write blowjobs.
simple as that. 
everybody's invited. you know the drill.

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[penitently]

There's a shiver that runs up his spine, one he can't quite suppress from the gentle caress of his tail. He let out a soft hum, relaxing against the bar and propping his head up on a hand, nose wrinkling at the tap. "See? And there you have me at a disadvantage, for I have not had that. Perhaps we should exchange all information about the other's... experiences. I am certain there are interesting differences between the two, mm?"

[quiteafew]

Well he's certainly not going to stop, despite a distant part of his mind telling him that might be a good idea. It feels nice, and if his other self doesn't mind, then.

"That is a conversation I would love to have." He leans forward, almost close enough to whisper. It's a little more than he'd intended, and his free hand shoots out to steady himself against the bar. "Perhaps not here though, yes? I do not need to drink more, and it would be rude for us to brag of our exploits in public."

[penitently]

His hand came out to steady the other mutant, though not to push him away. Merely make certain they didn't wind up sprawled out on the floor in an ignominious heap. "Perhaps that is best. There is my place, if you would prefer privacy. Or yours. Or we could find a spot on the grass to lie in and look up at the stars. I'm amenable to either."

He was actually pretty open to a lot right now, that light stroking feeling very, very good.

Perhaps a little too good.

[quiteafew]

A warm smile and a muttered 'thanks' are offered in return. He would never live it down in his own mind if he were to end up on the floor his first night drinking here.

"I don't remember where mine is," he confesses with a giggle, head bowing. "Oh, your place sounds wonderful but so does looking at the stars. A mix, maybe? Do you have a roof flat enough to lay on?"

[penitently]

"It so happens I do. The building I am in has a lovely roof that I've spent many a night looking up at the stars from. I suppose the question I should next ask is do you trust me to get us there?" He didn't see why not. If the shoe was on the other foot, he would have allowed his other self to bring them somewhere. Truthfully, it would be interesting to see what teleportation was like when he was not the one doing it.

[quiteafew]

"I will have to, you are the one who knows where we are going!" Laughing, he shakes his head. "Of course, of course. Why wouldn't I, you haven't given the slightest hint of meaning me harm. And I think you are more sober, too. Bad of you, getting me drunk."

Getting him drunk? He was more than a willing participant in that endeavor, and is quite enjoying the warmth. Even if he is having to remind himself not to curl up around his other self. Someone is a touchy-feely drunk.

[penitently]

Kurt grins, arm sliding around the other Kurt and moving to slide them both off the stools. "Fine, fine. I am a terrible influence here. But I will get us to my place, safely, and then we can stare at the stars and talk of things best kept in private."

Making sure he had a good hold on him with both arm and tail, there was a familiar sense of shifting, then both of them were atop the building Kurt lived at, the teleportation going as easily with a double as it did with himself. Curious.

[quiteafew]

"Horrible." That should probably not have come out like a purr, and if he were any less drunk Kurt would be apologizing profusely and blushing to his roots. As is, he simply snickers to himself, because they both know otherwise.

There's enough time for him to wind his tail safely around his double's waist and draw in a breath before they're elsewhere. Very strange in that it's not strange at all; he'd expected nausea, such as his passengers sometimes complain of.

"That wasn't so bad," he says, pulling back enough to check the other man's expression.

[penitently]

"Not at all. Perhaps we are better equipped to handle such things as others are not." Smiling, he gestured to the roof, moving to find a place he'd sprawled out on before. "This is what I suppose I would call 'my spot', though I do not own it. Would you care to join me?"

[quiteafew]

"Well, we have been doing it for a while. I cannot speak for you, but in the very beginning it was a little rough. I would try to breathe, and so on." With a nod Kurt moves to follow, his steps nearly a dance. Slipping off his jacket, he starts folding it to use as a pillow. "One thing, before we speak of things not suited to the public. If you never knew--Amanda, when was it you discovered you could teleport?"

[penitently]

Kurt looked up, surprised at his other self and the question he'd posed. "I believe there is a story there I would like to hear. It was as you might expect, I suppose. A wire frayed and snapped while I was practicing and I fell. Only suddenly I was not falling from so high and was over a safer spot. I am to take it by that question your... discovery was not the same?"

[quiteafew]

Silent, he shakes his head. It isn't until he's sitting by the other man, eyes firmly on the stars, that he answers. "It was not me who fell. It--Amanda had just begun to perform without the net, and it was on a night that I was not performing with her. The wire snapped, and I was across the tent watching."

Even with years of distance and the knowledge that Amanda is perfectly fine, the memory of her scream and his terror in the second before he teleported still roughens his throat.

[penitently]

He looks over, seeing remembered fear on the other man's face, hand resting on his shoulder in comfort. "But you aided her, did you not? And all is well? Do not let yourself be drawn into the fear of the past. We move on for a reason."

[quiteafew]

The hand draws his attention, and he looks away from the stars to offer a reassuring smile. "Yes, and yes. I swooped in like out of a movie and saved the girl, and all was well. We made it look like part of the performance! But, well. Sometimes, especially now with all that has happened before I came here, that old fear feels very new."

Drawing in a deep, slow breath, Kurt rests a hand on the other man's. "I will be alright. The stars are too beautiful and the company too pleasant for me to fall into a dark mood for long."

[penitently]

A soft chuckle to go with the soft squeeze he gives Kurt, then he is moving to lay out on his back, eyes up at the stars. "I suppose one could say something about narcissism and preferring one's own company in this instance, but... I do not think too many get to meet other versions of themselves. I believe we may be allowed this mild transgression of vanity, yes?"

[quiteafew]

"One could also make many horrible jokes! But yes, under the circumstances I think all should be forgiven. As you said, how often does one meet one's doppelganger?" For himself Kurt stays sitting, looking up at the stars while his tail sets his folded jacket behind him. "Oh, it is beautiful here, thank you. Being up in a high place like this has always been.. comfortable. Is it that way for you, this preference?"

[penitently]

He nodded, pillowing his head with his hands as he looked skyward. "In that, we are very similar. Even before the ability to teleport, I always felt... safer up high. As if it was more my domain than the ground."

[quiteafew]

"Yes, exactly! In the trees and on the roofs are where I feel the most belonging. Belong the most. Such memories I have of walking home in the early, early hours, with my friends on the sidewalk and I on the rooftops. Berlin is beautiful from that vantage point."

He sighs, a fond smile crossing his face. "Also good when you can convince a lover to join you in the trees, or the rafters. Tricky, though; always the chance of dropping them at a delicate moment. To be honest with you, I don't know how well that would work with someone who was not also an acrobat."

[penitently]

That had his head tilting from the sky to his mirror image, brows lifting. "Do go on. I had not thought that... well. I know that the one I am currently... seeing?" Was that even the right descriptor? Who knew. "He would be adventurous enough to try, though he might squeak and scream." It was rather adorable. "I admit to being curious about that, now."

[quiteafew]

"It--well it is hard to describe. Normally we would do this in the rafters or the scaffolding of the main show tent when everyone was a sleeping; more secure than tree branches. I would.. try to find a place where the beams met in a V shape, with beams for us to rest our feet on and for her to grab. I normally would plant my feet and put my back against where everything joined, and I would have an arm and my tail around her. She would lean forward, either with her feet right in front of mine or sort of hooked.. behind. And she would brace her hands against the higher beams."

Despite the casual tone in which he's relayed all that information, the back of his neck is flushed dark, and half-way through he'd lowered his head from the stars to look at his hands. Yes, he really could not even look the stars in the face, so silly. "I really don't know how well it would work with your young man; Amanda was the only one I did that with. And there are bad parts; you cannot move very hard or quickly, and always you have to think of your footing and theirs. On a roof is easier, but much more likely to get caught."

[penitently]

He could imagine that easily enough, nodding along as he gathered a picture in his head. Trying to replace Newt as the face of it had him smirking. Yes, the position could work, but it would require shifting. Or he could have the other man merely... turn around?

His grin said it all as he looked back up at the stars. "I'm certain you enjoyed yourself, potential for being caught or not."

[quiteafew]

Turning around could work. They'd tried that too, but Amanda had sworn she felt like she was about to fall the entire time. Always a little bit of a control freak, she.

Kurt glances at the other man, a quip ready on the tongue. On seeing that expression on his face, the retort dissolves in a sudden fit of giggles. "You look like you have some ideas in mind already!"

[penitently]

"Do I?" He didn't stop smiling, looking more satisfied, if that were even possible. "Perhaps I do. It is an interesting possibility, nonetheless." His tail moved a little, swaying as he lay there. "I am glad, you know. That you had that growing up. It must have helped."

[quiteafew]

"If you do it, you have to tell me how well it works with a man. You have to."

Finally he stretches out beside the other man, resting his head on his folded jacket. His own tail snakes over to loop around Kurt's, the tip of it tracing where his finger had, back in the bar.

"In some ways. It was--I do not think our wolds are that different. I simply had two wonderful people to love me and find the hidden places where I could go and not be chased away. Clubs and such for the strangely formed, though I always was the most strange of all."

[penitently]

"If it is done, I will gladly tell you the results."

There was a moment where his eyes closed as he felt the soft touch against his tail, the concept of playing with the tail of another completely foreign to him, though something that came almost as naturally as anything else had that had to do with his doppelganger. There was a comfort level there that was immediate and Kurt happily leaned into it, the tip of his own tail returning those fond little strokes.

"Yes, that is always how it is, though. And I have made peace with it, as I expect you have. Being the strangest is not always so bad. We are certainly memorable, are we not?"