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The flickering fluorescent light buzzes above the two of them, throwing a pale wash across the cracked mirror hanging on the wall above the sink. Ted stands still in the middle of the motel room, arms tense at his sides, his breathing uneven. He can feel the presence behind him, the other him, crowding his space like a shadow.
“You’re freaking out,” Evil Ted says calmly, “It’s okay, dude. I’d be trippin’ too if I were you.”
Ted swallows hard, “You're supposed to be dead… or whatever.”
“Yeah, about that,” Evil Ted laughs softly against his neck, “I'll totally explain it later. Promise.”
His hands come to rest too comfortably on Ted’s waist. He moves slowly, guiding Ted’s hips forward until they are perfectly lined up with the edge of the sink in front of them. In the mirror, Ted sees his own wide, rattled eyes staring back, and behind him, he sees Evil Ted, smirking with his hands curled around his waist possessively.
“This is so messed up,” Ted whispers and shakes his head.
“You keep saying that,” Evil Ted says breath ghosting hot against Ted’s ear, “But you’re still here.”
Evil Ted takes Ted's hands in his, slowly moving them to explore his own body. He slides Ted’s hands upward, guiding them under his shirt, along his stomach, over his ribs, and towards his chest. Evil Ted keeps the pace slow and sensual. Ted flinches at first, but then his fingers twitch, brushing his skin again without being prompted by the other man. Evil Ted lets go of his hands to allow him to move more freely.
“That’s it,” Evil Ted coos, “Feel that? It’s you, dude. You’re allowed to want yourself.”
Ted opens his mouth, but no words come out. In the mirror, his eyes meet Evil Ted’s and for the first time, he isn’t sure where the fear ends and the want begins.
“Don’t worry,” Evil Ted murmurs, lips now against his neck, “I know what you want. I am you.”
Ted’s knees weaken slightly, but Evil Ted keeps him steady, pressing flush against him, and letting Ted feel every single point of contact. He's warm, hard, and impossible to ignore. Ted gasps as he feels him solid and aroused against his ass. It’s so wrong, but it’s so unnervingly hot.
“Fuck. You wanna do this,” Ted’s voice cracks, “In front of a mirror? Really?”
“You gotta see it, man,” Evil Ted whispers, “Look at you… Look how you breathe, how you move. I wanna watch you come undone, and I wanna be the one to do it to you.”
Ted leans forward, hands braced against the sink’s edge. A low moan slips out of him before he can stop it. Evil Ted’s hand trails up his torso to his chest until it rests at the side of his neck, just holding him.
“Dude, this is so bogus…” he breathes out, voice quiet.
Evil Ted laughs, tilting Ted’s chin up so he can’t look away from their matching reflections. He rocks his hips up against his ass slowly, eyes locked with Ted's in the glass. Same face, different intentions.
“You like how that feels, huh? That’s your body saying yes, even if your brain’s still trying to catch up.”
Ted’s fingers grip the porcelain sink, his knuckles turning white. He can’t look away. That smirk on his doppelganger’s face is nothing short of wicked, but it isn’t cruel. It's knowing, like he already knew how this was going to play out.
“You're thinking too hard,” Evil Ted grumbles, “Just feel it, dude.”
Evil Ted’s hand slides down, hovering just above the waistband of his jeans (that were feeling way too tight at this point).
“Say you want me.”
Ted’s breath hitches as he closes his eyes. There are so many reasons for him to say no. He knows this is wrong, but not a single one of those reasons is enough to drown out the need coursing through his veins.
“I want you,” Ted gives in with a defeated sigh.
Evil Ted’s grin spreads slowly, “Yeah you do.”
His hand slips under Ted’s waistband, fingers brushing skin and Ted jolts, reeling from how good it feels. His own body, but not his hand. This is like some kind of fucked up porno plot, he thinks. Ted whimpers under the touch, fighting an internal battle.
“You ever touched yourself and pretended it was someone else?” Evil Ted asks as he wraps his hand around his dick, “Someone who knew exactly where to squeeze, exactly how fast to go?”
Ted’s knees nearly buckle again. His hips jerk forward into Evil Ted's slow, practiced grip.
“Fuck…” he breathes, eyes fluttering shut.
“No,” Evil Ted growls, rocking into him again, keeping the rhythm steady, “Look at me. Look at you. ”
Ted forces his eyes back open, blinking at himself. His cheeks are flushed with his mouth hanging half open, breath fogging up the glass. Behind him, Evil Ted is using his free hand to stroke slow patterns up Ted’s chest, teasing his nipple, and tugging gently until he’s gasping again. The heat building between them felt unbearable.
“You look so fuckin’ pretty like this,” Evil Ted purrs.
Ted groans, unable to answer coherently, as he grinds back against Evil Ted without thinking. His hand tightens just enough to make Ted gasp, the mechanical rhythm quickening relentlessly. His other hand presses over Ted’s heart like it's his own.
“Right on the edge, huh? You gonna cum for me, Ted ?”
For a moment, Ted is sure he might pass out, barely able to breathe through the dizzying pleasure. His hips are moving now without his permission, chasing each glide of Evil Ted’s fist. The friction and the heat and the grind of Evil Ted’s cock against his ass through denim is too much and Still. Not. Enough.
“You’re so sensitive,” Evil Ted pinches his nipple again, “You ever get off this fast when you’re alone?”
“N-no,” Ted stammers, shuddering, “Jesus, dude, I-”
“I know. You're already there. Just let it happen, man, I got you.”
Ted lets out a broken whine as Evil Ted pumps him faster, just right. His rhythm is perfect, like he’s memorized this body a hundred times over, and maybe he has.
Ted trembles. Every one of his muscles are coiled tight, pleasure rushing through him. When the coil in his gut snaps, his knees actually give out this time as he cums with a loud, half-choked moan. One of his hands slams against the mirror to steady himself as his body jerks in Evil Ted’s grip, who is holding him up.
Ted keeps his eyes open, like he was told to do. He watches it all happen, watches himself. Sees his own face twist with pleasure, his body shaking with it. Evil Ted groans, biting down softly on his shoulder, grinding up against his ass as he works him through every last twitch. When Evil Ted finally slows down, his hand softens its grip, but doesn’t leave Ted's body, instead opting to rest warm and wet over Ted's hip.
Exasperated, Ted sags forward with his chest heaving. The cool glass of the mirror kisses his forehead as he leans against it. His reflection stares back at him, spent and conflicted. He expected to feel guilt or shame, but all he felt was tired with a wet spot in his pants.
“Bet you didn't know you could sound like that, huh?” Evil Ted teases. His voice is lighter now, but there's an edge behind it that makes Ted's hair stand on end. Evil Ted finally lets go of him and steps back, just enough for the air to turn cold between them.
Shaky and unsure, Ted spins around to face him, still bracing on the sink. Evil Ted looks him over, eyes dragging lazily down his body, then back up. That smug grin is still there, but it’s less playful and more expectant, now.
“You look good like that,” he says to Ted, head tilted, “All flushed and wrecked. But, uh… you didn’t think we were done, did you?”
He takes a step forward, close enough that Ted can feel the artificial heat radiating off of him again. Ted blinks and Evil Ted's already in his space again. His hands are on Ted's shoulders, thumbs grazing his collarbones, too gently for the occasion.
“C’mon, dude,” Evil Ted says, tone soft but coaxing, fingers pressing lightly at Ted’s shoulders now, “I got you off. I think it’s only fair if you show me a little appreciation.”
“I didn't ask for that,” Ted protests.
“But I did it anyway because I knew you wanted it. You're welcome.”
Ted doesn't know what to say to that, so he doesn't. His lack of response spurs his counterpart on.
Evil Ted leans in closer, “Want me to make it easy for you? Get on your knees.”
He presses down on Ted’s shoulders. It's not shoving, but a guiding pressure. Ted freezes, muscles tight under the touch. It feels too late to back out of this now, but he'd be lying to himself and everyone else if he said he wasn't curious. Ted wants to know what it would be like to blow himself, and he knows he'd do a good job because he knows what feels good.
His knees ache just thinking about it. The floor’s tile is grimy and gross, and his legs are still shaky, but that doesn’t stop him. He lets Evil Ted’s pressure steer him down slowly, until the room tilts with him and he sinks to his knees. The motel floor is cold and unforgiving. It makes him want to be closer to Evil Ted's warmth.
“Hell yeah, dude,” Evil Ted smiles contentedly and runs his hand through Ted's mop of hair, “Such a good boy for me, Ted.”
Ted’s hands rest on his thighs anxiously as his stomach tightens with the praise. The air between them is thick with heat and anticipation, now. It’s too quiet in the room, but it’s terribly loud in his head. Every alarm bell he has is going off, every red flag waving to get his attention.
And yet, he still doesn't leave.