bakerstreet | the bj meme

"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?"

"Good, good. You know more about being with men than I do--well, you more in areas that I don't, yes? Like I said, I've never had the luck of meeting a man who was adventurous enough to get past the teeth. Which reminds me, you already have a story to tell me!"

It does feel comfortable, completely natural and yet wholly new, like the first time he'd stepped onto the high wire. It occurs dimly that this could also be construed as inappropriate, but even here they are unique unto themselves, so who else is to say aside from each other? And it just feels nice, especially when the other man began to recipocate. Kurt sighs softly, the corners of his mouth tugging upward.

"That we are. You know, when they came to me and said I could have anything I wanted, it didn't occur to me until afterward that I could have asked to look like everyone else? And when it did, the thought was--repulsive. Horrifying."

"Aha, yes. The story. It is not much of one, I assure you." Not that he hadn't partaken of and enjoyed his night with Newt, but regaling others with his sexual exploits wasn't something he was going to be very loquacious about. Even to himself. "I can say that leaving one's jaw wide is a good idea. As are the ample use of lips." He'd used them to cover his teeth, though he hadn't been able to do too much after that. They were sharp, after all.

Truthfully, he hadn't thought about any other sort of implication of playing with his doppelganger. It was... comfortable. Unexpectedly easy to merely lay there and touch and be touched by someone so familiar.

"I had thought about it. Only for a moment, though it seemed far too... selfish. Coming here and being touched, having others let me be happy, only to change the world for myself? Hardly worth it. But to make it so others like us are tolerated? That... seems worth the effort."

"Like any of them are? I've already told you my most interesting one." He turns his head to look at the other man, nodding now and then. "That doesn't sound as though you'd be able to do much else. Maybe I'm not picturing it right, but it sounds as though you'd have to more use your hands anyway?"

Nor would he have, but Kurt is far too used to being scolded by Stefan for being overly affectionate when he's been drinking; everyone is his friend and Kurt tends to drape all over them. Hence the bar, his affection there and his pulling away at the first sign of making the other man uncomfortable.

The smile on his face broadens, warm despite the sharp teeth gleaming in the light. "I think we may have asked for similar things in the end. My first thought was of--something else. But what sort of man would I be if I had the chance to make the world better and didn't take it? Not the kind I want to be."

"Or tail. He seems to enjoy that." Truthfully, Newt was fascinated with every non-human aspect of Kurt, so it was a pleasure to be able to use them as he pleased against him.

This version of Kurt had never really had that problem, not having grown up with anyone he would have considered himself that close to. Pity. That sounds much more fun.

"There are times to be selfish and I would not say even I am not allowed certain things, but... there are also times when we have to think of others. An opportunity like this does not come along very often, I would think, and I am always able to be selfish at other times."

He doesn't quite manage to smother his grin at that bit of information. "Well, I imagine you're as experienced as I am with it. More so, now, but--" He waves a hand, motioning away the unnessisary words about why they would have been good with their tails. Though he had a girlfriend where his alternate self did not, Kurt was also once a teenager with needs he wasn't ready to fulfill with another person.

It was, and yet knowing how it ended for him keeps him from giving the other Kurt encouragement to seek them out in his world. Amanda's tendency to keep secrets and lie about the ones she couldn't, that he could warn the other man about, but Stefan. How could he inflict the pain of watching Stefan's illness consume him on anyone?

"Yes. And--what I would have asked, were I to be a selfish man, would have been fatherhood. That is something I do regret of my life, that I have never had children. But what kind of father would bring children into a world without doing all he can to make that world good to them? And--if the Lord is willing, there will be opportunities yet."

It seemed there were a few places their lives diverged. The subject of children was one. While Kurt adored those at the school and enjoyed nothing more than to entertain and amuse them as well as keep them safe, potentially passing along the stigma he'd suffered his entire life had never been something he'd consciously thought of. He smiled at his other self, tail tapping along the edge of the other Kurt's and sighing. "I have not thought of children. Though, it could be that I have never had one to think of children with. But a safer world for them... for all of us... yes. That is what I would wish for most of all. Not so much that we would be loved, but that we could be tolerated."

[ooc: so, that whole rp thing? works a lot better when you remember to hit post comment.]

"Yes. That my people should be accepted as any other, that is what I asked for. Though," he continues, the corners of his mouth turning down in contemplation. "I do not know which people I was thinking of when I said it. The word mutant is new to me, for so long my people were the Rroma. So, I cannot say which it will be." Which he regrets, not having clarified; rather, not being able to make the choice that clarification entails.

"As for children, perhaps you will never and will look fresh as a daisy when I have wrinkles and circles under my eyes." The thought makes him chuckle, the sound tapering off into a murmur. Glancing at the other mutant with a distinct impish look around his eyes, he does his best to keep from snickering outright. "Though, I think I will not be the first to go grey; I believe I saw a silver hair or three back in the bar."

So mean, Kurt. Isn't there a rule against teasing yourself (kind of?)

"You did not!" Kurt's hand raised to his head, the mutant sitting upright as he brushed it over hair he couldn't see. It was the smile that clued him in and he unwound his tail to jab it in the shoulder of his twin. "Ach. That is horrible. Clearly you are much more cruel in your world than I am in mine." Though the smile was teasing around the corners of his own lips, showing he meant nothing by it.

Even through laughter, Kurt tries to keep up the lie. "No, no, I did! Right here!" He too sits up, reaching out to ghost fingers over the hair at his other self's temples. Which, yes in the moonlight does look like it has a shimmer. So also does his own hair, and he knows very well he has no grey in it yet. (His facial hair is a different story; there's more than one reason he hasn't revisited the goatee he had in his early twenties.) "Come now, would I deceive you? I'm hurt." He's full of shit, and a terrible liar.

There's a snort and Kurt's hand slaps at his twin's, teeth shining in the night as he smiles. "You are a terrible person. Clearly if there is any truth in good and evil twins, we know which one you are."

Humphing, he lay back on the roof, narrowed eyes watching the other Kurt. "At least I have a sense of humor, in any way. Even if it is terrible."

He takes it in good humor, with a laugh that folds wrinkles around his mouth and eyes. "Oh, yes. So horrible am I, I should paint myself red and grow a goatee! Although, to be serious, you might have an unpleasant surprise the next time you try to grow a beard."

With a look like that being aimed at him, he can do nothing other than sit and look innocent. Attempt innocence and look like he's just gotten his hand caught in the cookie jar, complete with his tail curling into the shape of a question mark behind him. "My sense of humor is perfectly fine. You're just saying this because you fell for it!"

"The next time? I have never tried." It seemed the smallest things about them were different, along with much larger ones. Strangely, it was comforting. Knowing that this wasn't a complete copy of himself. That another version of him had completely different experiences. It seemed... right.

"Nein. You are horrible and I am quite certain that you have been called out for it before. Likely reprimanded. It seems likely."

By now, he's taking the differences in stride. It's a little jarring when he mentions people who shaped his life only to get confusion in return, but he's getting used to it. "Well, if you are anything like me then should you, you will have grey hair--"

In a fluid motion he moves to lean over his twin, legs slipping out from under him to kneel as he braces himself up with one arm on the roof. With his free hand he traces down from the corners of the other man's mouth to his chin, not quite touching the skin. "--Scattered here and here. And I will have you know that I have never been reprimanded in my entire life." The latter statement is delivered with a smirk and a glance up at his twin's eyes, mischief gleaming in his own.

He looks up as his duplicate is suddenly over him, eyes widening just a tad at the intrusion. Though, the touch he almost expects doesn't come and he looks up to see the grin on his other self's face. His tail comes up to tap at the other Kurt's nose. "Then consider it a first time for everything. Grey in my hair. Ach. You are terrible. There is no such thing."

"I might be terrible, but you are vain," he teases, in this moment completely unrepentant. His tail comes up to wrap around the other man's, the coils shifting in what might be some kind of massage, or maybe just simple desire to touch.

Kurt himself glances down for a moment, and moves the arm he'd been leaning his weight on from other the other man's shoulder to somewhere near his side. When he looks back up his face is soft, a little thoughtful. "Is that something that worries you? Getting older? Or is it that you just don't like the idea of grey hair yet?"

"I am not the one growing beards." There's a small hitch in his breath when he feels a familiar grip on his tail. It's strange being touched so familiarly, but then, it is just himself doing it. Surely that is not so strange?

Between the drinks, the night, and the relaxed feeling of being around someone he trusts, Kurt is feeling... good. He listens as the other man shifts, as he changes positions to something more comfortable before he answers. "No. Not entirely. We are only mortal, after all. I suppose... I just wished to see more of the world, to see more change in it before I am too old to do so."

"The scars make it a little patchy, but once it's long enough it's not that noticeable. It's helpful against the cold." His tail stills when he catches that hitch, eyes flickering over his twin's expression, the set of his shoulders. Apparently finding (or not finding) what he was looking for, his tail begins to shift again.

In this they are alike; though his circus traveled, so much of his time crossing borders was spent hiding in vented boxes while one of the other men pretended to be him. And once they were there, most of their time was spent setting up, practicing; even if he could get away, it was far too dangerous to leave the grounds without several of the others with him. "I understand. This is the longest I have been away from the circus. There is so much I would see with my own eyes, the thought of growing too infirm before I can is frightening. But, who is to say you and I will be so old as quickly? We are not twenty anymore, but what man at twenty can do the things we can now?"

It's a strange sensation, but not unpleasant. It doesn't quite cross his mind to suggest he stop, but then, he's happily buzzed and everything is lovely at the moment.

"We are not like those around us, yes, but I do not think we are close to being as ageless as Logan. If there are greys, as you say, then it is likely we are just spry for our age." Of course, now he was trying to picture himself older. Much, much older. He had to laugh.

"Ach, says you! I intend to outlive that grumpy old man," he retorts with a giggle because Logan doesn't look that much older. And because his pseudo-twin is laughing too, and would it be this infectious if he weren't quite nicely intoxicated himself?

Which leads to the question: "What is so funny that you are laughing," he asks, poking the other man in the side with his free hand. The motion makes Kurt sway a little over him, an aborted curse hissing through his teeth just before he stabilizes. And then more giggling.

"The image of us old. Wrinkled blue skin and hopping around trying to pretend we are not old. Not to mention," he said, squirming a bit at the poke until he reached up and grabbed at Kurt's arm, tugging it as the other seemed to lose his balance, "that you are acting quite ridiculous at the moment."

"Ach, don't--" And then he looses his balance completely, hand slipping completely off the ground and then down he goes. Face first, on top of the other Kurt unless the man has the reaction time (and sobriety) to teleport away in time.

Of course he doesn't. He's buzzed as well and didn't entirely think that through. He lets out an 'oof' as his own weight lands on top of him, ruing his life choices for the moment. "Sorry," he manages to wheeze out.

"Alright," is his breathless reply, half question and just as much answer. The second he has air in his lungs again Kurt props himself up on his elbows, concern whit all over his face. "I am so sorry, my balance is--gone. My balance is gone."

It takes him a second to actually process what his other self is saying, but then he's back to laughing breathlessly, tears slipping down the sides of his face. "It is. It has left the building."

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