bakerstreet | the body swap meme

[You're no where near as innocent as that, Balfour, especially not with Reid's face right now. Unfortunately, you are as cute as that. Was he going to have to pin Balfour down and show him who's boss?]

Weren't you the same guy who was just about hyperventilating a few seconds ago?

[No, stop, bad puppy. Reid groans softly, starting to tilt his head instinctively, but, no. No. He puts his hands on Balfour's shoulders, pushing him away, to the side, and rolls over on top of him.] I'm trying to figure things out, and you're very distracting. [He's not exactly upset though, see that grin?]

_{[Well pinning wouldn't help the problem, not really, because Balfour did quite like being pinned down if the intentions were good.

He backs off just a little.]}

But aren't you curious? Don't you wonder what the differences are?

_{[Yes, he had just been freaking out, but god, Reid, you're killing him! He's more interested in figuring out how his new body reacts and exploring/teaching the body Reid was now wearing.]}

[This was a strange reversal of priorities going on right here. It's kind of hot, actually.]

Well, yeah, but I was also trying to talk about something that could help.

You know...even when we do find a way to fix things. [Not if, when, because he's certain.] We don't have to do it right away. [So, hint hint, they could have all the time they wanted to experiment.]

_{[Balfour didn't want to admit that this kind of stuff actually was keeping him from freaking out. Still, he stopped, just snuggling in close, his hand going up and down Reid's chest instead of teasing him.]}

Okay. Okay. You can tell me about that book, now.

_{[Even when he wants so much to just. Distract them both.]}

Right. [He kisses Balfour on the cheek before continuing.] The Book of Damnation. It's got the whole history of our families, and probably a lot of other information too. I don't remember, really, I haven't read it since I was a kid. It might have something that could help, I've just gotta get my hands on it.

[Which meant getting dressed. And getting out of bed. And risking being around people.]

_{[Balfour's first instinct, for whatever reason, is to huff in protest. He doesn't really want to get up out of bed and go look for some book. He likes books well enough, but he has other things on his mind.

But then he realizes that this is a book he wouldn't get to see otherwise that would teach him how to use this new Talent of his. And maybe, just maybe, he could put the magic to use on Reid.

He sits up]}

Okay, let's go.

[Yeah, neither does Reid-he doesn't want to get out of bed or get dressed or anything, but he'd rather know now if the book could do anything to help them, and then 'experiment', as Balfour put it, afterwards. So he knows if he has to keep panicking or not. Besides, later there were a lot of interesting ways to use the Power that Reid had yet to tell Balfour about.]

I'll actually have to drive us there.

[Oh dear. Your life will be in Reid's hands, Balfour. Well, technically your hands, but.

Reid sits up and stretches before scooting to the edge of the bed and reaching for clothes.]

And you will have to tell Gorman not to shoot us, since you've got my face and all.

_{[Oh, and what are those interesting ways, Reid? Balfour doesn't look too nervous about Reid having to drive, but he's managed to get himself distracted again, this time looking at his own/Reid's body, hands running down the bare flesh of his chest, tracing along the tattoos that he can see, and then down, down, and oh, bummer. Underwear. He'd check that out later, then.

He dresses quickly after that little disappointment, watching Reid out of the corner of his eye.]}

Don't you ever take Tyler up there? I don't see why you'd need to tell him not to shoot him.

[Interesting sexual ways, that's what. When you have magic you don't even need to be in the same room to feel someone up. Or do other things to them. Leaves your hands free for more.

Yes, please refrain from feeling up Reid's body too much, Balfour. Not that it isn't nice to watch, and not like it doesn't distract Reid a little from his task of getting dressed. It's weird to watch, but...kind of hot too. Oh the things they could do like this.]

Having fun?

[Then he blinks. Considers what Balfour has just said. And scowls.]

Shut up.

[Because he hadn't realized that and now he just feels kind of dumb. He doesn't like that feeling. It's not Balfour's fault though.]

Up close he won't believe you're Tyler though. He's old not blind. Gorman trained us. Not our fathers, him. [Well, and their fathers too, but not as much as Gorman.] He knows all of us pretty well.

But yeah, I guess I could tell him. You sound enough like Tyler, at least.

Edited 2013-04-03 00:38 (UTC)

_{[Balfour glances up when Reid asks him if he's having fun, a dirty little smirk on his face. Oh, you asked for it Reid. He reaches down and damn well caresses his vital regions, careful to keep the touch light so that it wouldn't tease him too terribly much.]}

Oh, yes. Are you?

_{[But the teasing falls away when he's told to shut up. He buttons the shirt he'd grabbed just a few moments before.]}

I mean, I don't speak like you, though. If you could explain what happened, that would be great. Also make sure you keep that scar covered if you want anyone to believe you're Tyler.

_{[And for Balfour's peace of mind.]}

[Oh. Don't mind him as his eyes widen a little and he stares. He's not even ashamed of that. What was he doing just now? Was he actually doing something? Oh right, getting dressed.]

Mmm?

[Yup. Wonderful, intelligent reply right there. There are very few ways to render him speechless, and apparently that is one of them.]

Oh, yeah, you don't, not at all. At least that'll make it easier to convince him I'm you and you're me or whatever if I have to.

And really, it's not like I'm going to flaunt it.

[Nope, going for a shirt now that he's got pants on. Once that's on-see, all covered up now-he grabs a hoodie too.]

_{[Oh, did you like that, Reid? Well Balfour's not zipped up, yet, but he is, now, taking it nice and slow and sort of groping himself. Have a nice little show, Reid.]}

I appreciate it. Anyway, we can figure it out when we get there, right?

[Yes he likes that. Back to staring he goes, without even realizing it this time.]

Yeah. Uh-huh, 'course we can.

[He's not even looking at Balfour's face when he says that. His eyes are still focused on something quite lower.]

_{[Well, Balfour doesn't mind that kind of attention. He even tucks in his shirt so that he can keep his attention for a few minutes longer before walking over and tilting Reid's chin up with his finger, brushing a teasing kiss across his lips, not even enough contact to exactly count as a kiss. It's frustrating to him, too.]}

Let's go get that book.

_{[And he sounds a bit like a smart-ass. Reid, you started it. If you'd just let him get it out a few minutes ago, you wouldn't have to deal with this teasing. This is your fault. All your fault.]}

Huh?

[He blinks, finally looking up at that kiss. Too little, not enough, but that's alright, he figures he can get better kisses later.]

Right, the book.

[Sounding like a smart-ass? Kind of hot. And much more fitting considering that Balfour's in Reid's body. He'll make up for interrupting Balfour's experimenting later, he honestly will. But right now they're on a mission.

He grabs his keys, starting for the door now before any more distracting and teasing can happen. Otherwise he might just change his mind, say fuck it, and spend a few hours in bed again with Balfour.]

You seem...distracted...

_{[Here, have another smirk. And when he sits down in the car and buckles up, his hand is going straight to Reid's thigh, just a little bit too high, but not touching anything important. He rubs his fingers against the inner part gently.]}

Is something on your mind?

_{[And back to the puppy look. He's using it a bit.]}

[Balfour. Reid is never going to be able to concentrate on anything like this, like driving. At least they can take a lot of back roads where there won't be other people to risk murdering if Balfour keeps distracting him like this. He jumps a little at the sudden hand on his thigh because he honestly wasn't expecting it. At least this also completely distracts him from worrying about anything.]

Like you don't know. With your innocent face.

_{[Balfour's smile is no longer "innocent," nor would it be called "dirty" or "teasing." No, it's happy. Just happy and relaxed.]}

Do you have any idea how much I want you right now?

_{[But he moves his hand down Reid's thigh. Safety first.]}

Edited (why do I tag on my phone -.(\) 2013-04-03 22:34 (UTC)

I could guess, yeah.

[He laughs a little, glancing over but keeping most of his attention on driving now.]

Probably about as much as I want you.

What are we going to do about that?

_{[He turns his head to look out the window, watching the countryside fly by.]}

I'll make it up to you as soon as we see if the Book has anything helpful.

[He grins.]

Shit, we could even have sex in the car.

That sounds uncomfortable.

_{[And he's completely serious. That sounds very uncomfortable and cramped. The only way he could see it even being possible is if one of them was in the other's lap.

Okay, he could get on board with that, at least.]}

[He laughs.]

It is if there's not enough room and you don't do it right.

[Reid would make sure they did it right though, if they did it at all.]

Otherwise, it's a lot of fun.

We can always try...

_{[Balfour has never been against any experimentation. He sort of winces, though, at the thought of how troublesome some parts might be.

Oops, there goes that hand up Reid's thigh again.]}

I'd like to-try, at least.

[You know he really doesn't mind that hand. Except he's trying to concentrate on driving. He's not going to say a word though, just clears his throat a little. At least they're almost there?]

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