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Daniel startles himself awake at around two am, managing to hit one of his hands sharply against the headboard of his bed in the process.
Motherfucker, He hisses out to himself mentally as he brings his knuckles up to his lips like it’s going to do anything to make the stinging pain go away.
He’s sprawled spread-eagle across the middle of his bed as he often finds himself in the morning, boxers riding up and a large sleeping tee already bunched up under his armpits.
Daniel runs a lazy hand over his sternum, tracing swirling patterns he cannot see in the dark, and stares up at the ceiling until he can feel sleep plotting to take him again.
His eyes are just about giving in when he realises he never did really establish what had caused him to awaken so abruptly. And then he hears it again; a loud thud coming from downstairs.
All of Daniel’s muscles immediately stiffen up, locking him in place on the bed as he begins to hold his breath, trying to listen more closely as he pertinently tries to convince himself that it’s probably the wind or just something phantomly falling off the coffee table, but then he hears it again and the noise sends a jolt up his spine.
Shit, shit, shit, Daniel’s thinking, curling his hands up into fists by his sides, pressing his nails into his palms. There’s someone in his house.
He’s going to be fucking murdered.
Straight up murdered. Great.
Daniel had always figured he would probably die in some unconventional way that involves some sort of extreme sport or travelling too far and wide, but never did it ever occur to him that he might be murdered right here in his bed. How boring.
Fuck.
That’s pretty much the mantra hurtling around the insides of his brain as his body slowly starts to respond until he’s sitting himself upwards, halfway out of bed.
As he untangles himself from his sheets, for some reason his mind suddenly starts flashing through all of the fighting training he’s ever received. Various UFC fighters he’s had the pleasure to train him springing to mind and their signature moves that Daniel is suddenly willing his brain to figure out how to recreate.
He can do this. Daniel thinks as he slowly levers himself off of the bed and silently creeps his way out into the hallway, looking left and right so vigorously that it makes his neck twinge.
Yeah. Okay. He can do this. He’s a high performing athlete for crying out loud. He’s in good shape, he can move quickly, dodge whatever various weapon his assailant throws at him before getting in a good couple of blows.
Confidence in his abilities somehow newly revived, Daniel starts taking the stairs down two at a time. A majority of his downstairs is open plan, so he knows once he turns the corner he’ll probably see whoever’s broken in.
He takes a deep breath before pushing himself to move forward, his heart thundering against his chest and his fingers numb with the exhilaration.
Fuck. Maybe he really should’ve grabbed something he could’ve used to keep the assailant at arm’s length, to avoid himself getting injured, but it’s way too late for that now anyway.
Daniel makes it to the last few steps when the intruder sides into view, just a dark shadow in the moonlight. They stand only a few feet away, seemingly examining his trophy cabinet and probably gauging how much each one is worth to sell on the dark web after they smother Daniel in his sleep.
Ha, Daniel thinks to himself as he realises he’s got the upper hand, the intruder facing away from him and apparently unaware he’s awake.
It’s when Daniel is attempting to select the best course of action from here that the dark shadow begins turning back around. Maybe the creak of the floorboards was louder than he’d anticipated. Or maybe Daniel was breathing too hard, fuck.
It’s all primal instinct, then, when Daniel launches himself at the intruder in a bid to preserve his own life, hooking his arms around the stranger’s shoulders and locking one tightly around their neck as he braces his hand on his own shoulder. And—
Holy shit.
Daniel realises as he starts coming back to himself, glancing down at his own arms in such a familial position. He just used a freaking headlock in real life.
“Ah!”
The person beneath him splutters at first, hands instantly moving to pull at Daniel’s arm only to find it locked stiff. Daniel refuses to let go and instead finds the momentum of the intruder’s action toppling the both of them over, falling against the carpet with winded noises.
Daniel doesn’t let up, however, using the advantage of the new position to take his grip one step further, hooking his legs around the other man (definitely a man, he now realises) to immobilise the thrashing movements of his thighs.
For a second Daniel really feels like he should have planned something cool to say, but then the intruder attempts to shake off his hold again and Daniel just allows the first words he finds to fall from his lips.
“Got you, you son-of-a-bitch.”
He pants loudly as he speaks with the effort to hold the man down. They’re a similar height and build so it’s not too hard, although this is also aided by the fact that his intruder seems to have stopped attempting to fight back at all, body falling limp, upon hearing Daniel speak.
Somehow, Daniel manages to find himself kind of disappointed in his lazy assailant, feeling like this fight should’ve been a whole lot harder to win having imagined a lot more resistance on the intruder’s part.
But the other man’s body falls so lax, in fact, that Daniel actually starts to wonder if perhaps he’d been choking him out a little too hard and starts freaking out a bit.
He looks down to his arms, quickly and frantically, but his movements soon come to an abrupt stop when he catches a glance at one of the intruder’s hands clutched tightly on top of his own.
A rose is inked to his skin.
And that’s cool, fine, whatever. But —
It’s not just any rose. It’s Daniel’s rose. His rose. Exactly. The same one that’s tattooed onto Daniel’s own skin. In the same exact place. It’s —
Daniel’s own grip is loosens without him even knowing it as he stares more closely, mind spinning.
That’s — that’s his hand. That’s his… how does that even…
But it is.
Daniel would recognise his own bitten nail beds anywhere, their veiny backs, the old scar underneath his pinkie from when he was a boy.
“What the—“
He just about manages to get out before the stranger manages to slip away from him, launching himself quickly out of the way and scrambling to lean up against the foot of the couch, breath heaving.
And then Daniel really can’t fucking look away because, surely he’s got to be going crazy… He’s looking at himself.
“What the fuck.”
He finally finishes. Slowly righting himself from the ground like if he moves too quickly the man before him will disappear, or he’ll suddenly jolt back awake again from this all being a dream.
Nothing happens.
“What the fuck.”
The other agrees in a similarly confused and freaked out tone, which eases Daniel’s nerves a little bit that he’s not the only one in the dark here but then he’s close to losing his mind again because- holy shit, that’s his voice speaking to him.
It’s like some super, super weird out-of-body experience, but with a body over which he has no control. What the fuck.
“Uh.”
Daniel really was going to try and make himself say something but then he’s looking over his own face again, but in, like, 3D instead of a mirror, and finds himself distracted.
It’s super weird, seeing things you know people say about you come to life; the hook of his nose, the messy curls of his hair, the thick stubble on his chin.
“Um, so, I hope you’re not like, evil?”
He finally brings himself to ask, swallowing down the lump in his throat and just going with it for now, because, what the fuck.
Daniel startles when the other man snorts out a laugh and it’s like… that’s his laugh.
“Think I should probably be the one asking you that,” The other answers, raising an eyebrow back at Daniel when he doesn’t seem to understand, “The chokehold?”
Once he manages to get himself over hearing his own voice reply to him all over again, Daniel sheepishly coughs out, “Ah, yeah. Well, sorry.” Before even remembering that although his intruder turned out to be, well, himself… he is still technically an intruder and he probably shouldn’t be letting his guard down too easily.
“So… uh, what are you doing here?”
Daniel half-wonders for a second if he’s actually been transported into some movie-verse where he’s going to have to complete some soul-searching mission and like, save the freaking world or something.
But then his other self is shrugging back at him and blowing out a sigh, “I really don’t know.”
“You don’t know.”
Daniel repeats incredulously. Great. That makes a right pair of them.
“I’d tell you if I knew!”
“Yeah,” Daniel says, even though he’s not quite sure about that, “Well. What do we do?”
Other Daniel seems thrown off by the question, “I, um, I don’t know. I’m guessing this is some kind of parallel universe shit?”
Daniel gestures his hand at him like, ‘So…?’.
“Uh, so, I don’t know, I guess we just wait it out?”
When Daniel looks unconvinced the other goes on.
“Like, you can’t have two Daniel’s in the same universe for long, right? There’s like, physics laws against that or something.”
Daniel truly has no idea what his other self is on about but just nods and agrees anyway. He doesn’t have any better explanations himself.
Then something occurs to him.
“Shit. Is it a race weekend for you?” Other Daniel glances over at him weirdly, eyebrow cocking again even though Daniel thinks he’s being extremely considerate if he knows his own priorities like he thinks he does, “It’s Friday tomorrow, or at least it is here, I don’t know about your place.”
His counterpart is still looking at him strangely, staring at him patiently like he doesn’t understand and is waiting for Daniel to explain.
Then it hits him all of a sudden.
“You’re… not in Formula 1?”
The other’s blank expression is all he needs in answer, but it’s soon replaced with a megawatt grin.
“Uh, you are in Formula 1?! Dude, what the hell!”
Then he suddenly seems to remember the trophy cabinet Daniel had caught him staring at before, his head whipping back over to it and his eyes visibly gleaming when he seems to calculate the number of trophies there.
“Oh my God, we— you, like, win a lot too. That’s crazy!”
Daniel can’t help but let himself beam under the praise. It’s nice to be appreciated, even if, you know, it’s yourself doing the appreciating.
This is also kind of blowing his mind though because he could never imagine a life without racing. Without the constant hunger and desire to win.
“Do you…” Then Daniel stops briefly, taking one long look at his other self again before heaving out a sigh, “I think I need a drink. Do you want a drink?”
It’s then that Daniel decides they’re not too dissimilar when his counterpart vigorously agrees.
They talk for, what feels like, hours on end.
Daniel jumps at the chance to show his other self video clips of his best wins and podiums when he asks, watching his own face relive the euphoria of Monaco 2018 and Monza 2021 all over again in dizzying fashion.
Briefly, he wonders whether he’s breaking some kind of parallel universe rules by showing this all to his other self, but then he reasons that he’s literally just met his literal doppelgänger and that if that didn’t cause the universe to implode, then showing him a few short videos of cars going round in circles certainly shouldn’t.
Due to other Daniel’s excitement over his F1 career, it takes a while for them to get around to Daniel asking after his counterpart’s life.
It turns out that even though his love for racing clearly carries into this alternate universe, his other self was never really presented with the opportunity to pursue it for one reason or another.
He still lives in Australia and hasn’t really left. Job-wise, he works with cars, fixing them up and selling them on for profit around mechanic work. Daniel had always thought that such a quaint-seeming job would make him feel trapped and restricted, but his other self seems to be perfectly content with the life he’s carved out for himself.
Once they’ve established that everyone in both of their families is also perfectly okay, Daniel poses a question that’s been bugging him about just who the Formula 1 drivers are in this parallel universe, if he’s apparently not there.
Other Daniel lists the drivers names and their teams off the top of his head, although some take longer to come to him than others. Daniel is surprised to still hear some familiar names, and is even more surprised to hear unexpected others. It makes him feel happy to think that some of the more underrated or unlucky drivers seem to have got their chances in another life.
After expressing his surprise, Daniel asks if he watches the race in Melbourne every year.
“They actually moved it back to Adelaide last year.”
His other self informs him as he takes a sip of the bottle of red Daniel had produced from the fridge and that he seems to be thoroughly enjoying. Daniel supposes that it makes a lot of sense considering it’s his own favourite.
“Oh wow, really?! I’d love to get a chance to race there,” Daniel thinks back to the photos of him his dad had taken one year at the Adelaide Grand Prix, with big noise-cancelling headphones and an oversized Ferrari t-shirt making his racing dreams seem small, “It was the first ever track I’ve been to.”
“Me too! It was the first race dad took me to, so it was amazing to get to go back and watch a race there,” Other Daniel tells him excitedly, “Our seats were so good as well, right on the Senna Chicane, my boyfriend managed to get them for my birthday.”
Then follows a pregnant silence. Daniel stills for a second before sucking in a quiet breath, processing. Surely he must’ve heard wrong.
“… boyfriend?”
His counterpart just looks over at him from the couch, eyes wide and unassuming as he just says, “Yeah.”
“But I’m… we’re not, gay.”
Daniel’s heart is pounding against his chest as he speaks. He clutches onto his glass a little bit tighter.
“Uh, bisexual, actually,” His other self corrects, but his voice soon softens, “But… I guess maybe you’re not? I’m sorry, I just kind of presumed.”
Daniel’s never given it that much thought before. He’s never really had to.
Women seem to like him and he definitely likes women, so that’s just always worked. Men are just…
Is it normal to find men attractive? I mean, girls can find other girls pretty right? So surely it’s the same for men? Daniel doesn’t have the answers he wants, but he gets himself so caught up in this spiral that the next question catches him off guard.
“So. You have a girlfriend?”
The abruptness of it startles him into a laugh.
“No, uh, I haven’t for a while now.”
It’d been about a year since his last relationship. He’s had hookups and flings, of course, but nothing seems to stick these days. For some reason, he finds himself telling other Daniel so as he takes another healthy sip of wine.
“That’s a shame.” His counterpart says, but it’s sincere and so dejected that it makes Daniel’s eyebrows crease.
The other man must take his change in expression more seriously than he means to make it because he quickly jumps to backtrack.
“I mean, not to say that it’s a bad thing being single. It’s just,” He takes a sigh as his fingers move to fiddle with the stem of his glass, “I, like, love my boyfriend. A lot. And I can’t — I just couldn’t imagine a life without him.“
He seems to take Daniel’s lack of response as permission to go on.
“We’ve been together so long now, like… five years or something now? And we just work together so well. So, I guess I just really hope that you can find something like that too, for yourself.”
The other man thankfully changes the subject for him swiftly after that, perhaps catching onto Daniel’s dampened energy. They chat about more menial things for a while, pets, tattoos, how Daniel’s favourite American sports teams are fairing in an alternate dimension (some better off, some far worse), but Daniel’s mind keeps drifting back to one question.
“So,” He starts shakily after about five minutes of psyching himself up to actually ask, “How did you know?”
When other Daniel just looks at him quizzically, head cocking to one side, he coughs and takes a breath, licking over his lips where they’ve become too dry.
“That you were… you know, bi.”
It feels weird to say the word out loud, but only because he’s never really been exposed to it that much before. Sure, he has gay and straight friends… but no one’s ever told him that they like both.
That he could like both. If he wanted.
Other Daniel doesn’t seem too surprised by the question. Maybe he’d noticed the way Daniel had been acting earlier and had been anticipating it already, or maybe he’s just very comfortable talking about his sexuality.
“I wouldn’t say there was a specific moment really,” Daniel feels his heart sink a little despite knowing that there was never going to be a an easy answer to his question, “But I also couldn’t say that I knew all along.”
His other self smiles at him softly as he finishes. Daniel feels as though if they were close enough, instead of sat on opposite couches, there might even be some comforting back-patting involved.
“Mmm.”
Daniel supplies at a lack of anything better to say, fingers tracing at the ink on his thigh, glass of wine long finished by now.
And he has no idea what he expected his alternate self to come out with in reply, but he can tell you that it certainly wasn’t, “I could help you, if you’d like.”
Daniel’s mind goes absolutely crazy with the possibilities of what his counterpart is alluding to, so a crass, “Help how?” probably blurts a little too quickly out of his mouth.
The hint of a smirk on the other man’s face is all Daniel needs to work out that the other man is exactly aware of what he’s doing to himself. The thought sends his body a chilled shiver, goosebumps forming on his skin’s surface.
“We could, do some things together,” Other Daniel suggests carefully, like he’s talking to an animal on the verge of bolting the other way, “I could show you, and… you could see if you like them.”
The direct suggestion has Daniel’s heart thundering a dangerous pace, his blood already rushing to unholy places, his thoughts even less so.
The other man must see his gaze darken, his interest peak, because he’s already crossing the distance between them, albeit slowly, waiting on his answer.
“Okay.” Daniel’s voice feels thick as he agrees, but somehow weight seems to lift from his body.
It doesn’t take long at all for the other man to end up in front of him. Daniel can read the enthusiasm in his own body, restless on his feet as he watches his own face curl up into a grin.
His other self settles his hands either side on the back of the couch where Daniel sits, waiting a couple of seconds to maybe let him change his mind, before he’s leaning downwards, closer and closer to Daniel’s face with every intoxicating second.
“This is kinda weird.”
Daniel hears himself say because he can never keep his mouth shut. His head also beginning to feel lightly dizzy with the anticipation.
The other stops halfway, his grin widening as he agrees, “Yeah,” before he’s leaning back in again. So close that Daniel can feel his breath on his skin.
“But it’s also kinda hot.”
Surprisingly, or maybe unsurprisingly, kissing a man is not all that different to a woman. The lips are a bit more chapped perhaps, lacking lip gloss, and there’s definitely a lot more beard. But it’s the same. And Daniel would even go so far as to say that it’s… it’s nice.
Daniel feels his own breath hitch. The other man must hear because he leaves them little time to breathe, bringing his lips back to Daniel’s with more force, tilting his head upwards.
There’s a pleasant stretch in his neck as he leans upwards to push back into the kiss, his muscles seeming to spring back to life after a moment’s lull. What started off as reserved and unsure soon becomes hot and heavy and, as Daniel very suddenly realises, exactly the way he likes it.
Daniel opens his mouth wider to invite more of his other self’s tongue inside, his lips stretching themselves into a grin when he hears the humming noise from the back of the other man’s throat, pleased.
He’s just settling into the rhythm of their tongues pressing steadily together when the other man pulls his head back slightly, just out of Daniel’s reach.
Before he can even stop it, a puff of frustration comes from his nose as he forces his eyes back open and up to glance at his counterpart, who is predictably grinning gleefully down at him because it’s exactly what he would do in this situation.
“Good?”
Other Daniel checks with him even though he can clearly see how hot and bothered he is already beneath him. Fucker.
“Again.”
Is all Daniel says, shifting himself up in his seat, which seems to give the other man an idea.
Slowly, his other self moves his hands off the back of the couch and onto Daniel’s shoulders. He feels himself shiver at the touch, but soon comes to enjoy the weight now pressing into the crook of his neck.
He really doesn’t think it can get any better until other Daniel swings one of his legs over his own and settles himself on his lap.
“This okay?”
The other man asks as he sits himself back on Daniel’s thighs, his shins planted either side of Daniel, flat against the couch.
He raises his eyebrows slightly at Daniel when he doesn’t reply straight away. Daniel simply finds himself stuck staring up at himself, mesmerised by the confidence his counterpart holds.
There’s also the issue of his hands.
As in, he has no idea where to put them.
At the moment they’re by his sides on the couch, which now puts them within touching distance of the other’s thighs. On a girl he’d normally go for the waist or hips, but he also really kind of wants to grab at other Daniel’s face and yank him back down into a kiss.
In the end Daniel goes for the closest option, the thighs, sliding his hands slowly upwards until they’re resting flat against the skin just below the beginning of the other’s shorts on either side.
His other self takes this as the sign of encouragement that Daniel intends, unleashing his white teeth to him in a broad grin once more before leaning back in and sliding his hands upwards to slot his hands into the groove between Daniel’s neck and jaw.
Daniel lets his hands do what they want as they kiss, his mind only semi-able to focus on multitasking in his current state.
First, he begins with moving his fingertips lightly back and forth over the skin. But when he grips his hands into the plentiful flesh of his counterpart’s thighs and receives a shuddering gasp against his mouth in return, Daniel soon keeps his movements up, pulling his other self closer in the process.
Then it’s his turn to lean back and grin victoriously up at the other man, which is met with joyous laughter in return, hopefully telling Daniel that he’s not doing too badly.
He reconnects their lips enthusiastically, his hands moving automatically with his other self when he starts rocking his hips back and forth lightly against him.
For Daniel, who’d made the stellar decision to face what he thought was a home invasion in nothing but a t-shirt and his underwear, the friction brings sweet bliss and arousal that soon has him panting out sharp little breaths against the other’s lips.
He tries to resist the urge for a few more seconds before he tugs at the bottom of other Daniel’s shirt, an indication that he wants it off, eager to see if the idea of broad, muscled shoulders and abs above him is as appealing in reality as it is in his mind.
The other man stops his movements just long enough for him to tug his shirt over his head, sending it flying somewhere to the floor in the lounge without a care and tousling his curls in the process.
Daniel takes a moment to allow his hungry eyes to glance over his own skin. Upon closer inspection, some of his tattoos are missing from the other, some are altered slightly, and some have been replaced by something entirely new altogether.
He’s almost so drawn away by the new ink that he almost forgets to appreciate his own body in front of him.
The other’s skin is as tan as his own, but his muscle is softer and his abs less firm than his own, which he supposes exposes the impact of his intense F1 training.
The man before him is still toned as hell all the same and obviously works out pretty often; Daniel can see the swell of his pecs as the other shifts against him, the dip of his collarbone by his neck, and the faint and inviting ‘V’ that leads down below the waistband of his shorts.
Other Daniel must catch a glimpse of something in his eyes as he glances over him because he asks through a chuckle, “Like what you see?” and pairs it with an annoyingly familiar waggle of his eyebrows.
Becoming increasingly hot and bothered, Daniel is suddenly overcome with the urge to roll his hips upwards to meet the other’s and so finds himself doing exactly that, hooking his arms around his counterpart’s waist tightly to pull him even closer at the same time.
The unbridled moan that is ripped from other Daniel’s throat at the contact is glorious. And it feels so good to finally get some stimulation on his crotch, so Daniel does the same again, rolling their hips closely together, and it’s even better the second time because the other man joins in eagerly before pressing their lips together again in a bid to stifle his own sounds.
“Fuck,” Daniel breathes against the other’s mouth, still holding them closely together and still riding the dizzying rhythm their hips have created, “Fuck. This is so fucking good.”
His other self seems to nod against him in agreement before forcing himself to break apart the kiss to allow himself to speak.
“Shit,” He breathes in agreement, as he seems to blink a few times to regain his bearings, “Do you wanna go further?”
Daniel’s pretty sure he would agree to practically anything his other self could suggest to him right now with the thrums of adrenaline riding through his veins, and so finds himself helplessly and enthusiastically agreeing.
“Okay,” Other Daniel breathes against his mouth before finally pulling more definitively away, sliding his hands to Daniel’s chest, “Okay. You stay right here, just let me…”
All Daniel’s limbs feel numb as he watches his other self shift himself off of his lap, the bulge in his thin nylon shorts extremely hard to miss as he does so.
He has to remind himself to keep breathing at the sight, suddenly becoming increasingly aware of how hard he is himself, his own cock straining profusely against his Calvin Klein’s.
His alternate self is a fucking tease, reaching for the hem of Daniel’s boxers so slowly with a knowing smirk that he just starts trying to wriggle out of them himself.
Daniel barely manages to get them past his thighs before he feels a hand wrap around his cock, gripping tightly and surely but just staying still for now.
A string of curses cross his lips again as he glances back down from the ceiling, where his gaze seems to have fled, only to be greeted with the sight of his counterpart on his knees in front of him, one hand curled around Daniel’s cock and the other palming at his own crotch.
After shifting himself forwards slightly on the couch to offer a better angle, Daniel feels his other self’s hand finally begin to move on him, jerking up and down his shaft at a giddy pace as if he wasn’t already hard enough.
“I’ll suck you off, yeah?”
Other Daniel asks as if it’s even a question, leaning towards Daniel’s crotch as he speaks.
“Jesus. Yeah, fuck. Okay.”
Daniel feels immediately too hot with his t-shirt on, but it’s a little too late when the other man is already taking his cock into his mouth and all the breath seems to be sucked out of Daniel’s lungs.
Once again, a mantra that would shock the heavens circulates his mind. All the muscles in his body tensing up at the immense pleasure and the adrenaline chasing out all coherent thought from his mind.
And if Daniel thought the feeling was something to be revered, the sight revealed to him when he finally opens his eyes and glances down again is something else entirely.
His face looks a mess; tan cheeks red with effort and sweat beginning to glisten on his brow. His dark curls are strewn in all directions making Daniel want to reach out and touch so badly so he does and almost blacks out when his other self to hums happily as a result, sinking down even further.
Daniel’s eyes follow the movement, captivated, and the longer he stares the harder he finds it to rip his gaze away from his own spit-glistened red lips stretched obscenely around a cock. And Jesus fucking Christ, that’s hot.
He grips into the other man’s hair more tightly in appreciation, which his other self seems to absolutely love and is apparently something about himself that Daniel is yet to learn, and jerks his hips forwards a little as if testing the waters regarding whether this is something he’s allowed to do.
Other Daniel responds enthusiastically with a moan as he widens his mouth and braces his hands against Daniel’s thighs, doing that thing with his tongue that he knows the both of them must love.
Fucking hell, Daniel thinks, mind slightly blown, He’s about fuck his own fucking mouth. What the hell.
He picks up the pace with burning force, the hand gripping into the other man’s hair helping him keep steady as he watches himself splutter and choke a little but still push through it all the same.
Other Daniel is still making all of these staccato sounds that are driving him absolutely crazy too, especially when paired with the knowledge that this is what he’d look like sucking dick. All red and sweaty and perfectly wet.
As he nears his climax, Daniel can feel his aim get sloppier and finds proof in the way that his cock will sometimes bulge into the flesh of the other’s cheek, stretching the skin so obscenely that it only takes Daniel seeing what’s happening twice in a row for him to finally come, spilling over the edge and into the other man’s mouth.
And other Daniel swallows, because, of course he does.
Daniel should really learn to stop being so surprised.
“Fucking hell.”
Is what he says when words finally return to him. Even if they’re panted out and hardly legible.
When he glances back down from the ceiling again, he finds his other self balancing back in his heels, wiping what’s left of Daniel’s come from his mouth with the back of his hand and watching Daniel carefully like he’s waiting for some sort of review. His wide eyes and raised eyebrows prompting him, as if to say ‘…well?’
“Uh… yeah. That was— that was good.”
The other rolls his eyes at him as if Daniel’s being stupid as he slowly rises back to his feet, which, fair enough, he is. But then again, he can’t really think of what the correct answer to say would be.
He’s daydreaming, still caught up in post-coital haze, when he notices his counterpart shifting restlessly in place where he stands. It’s then that Daniel realises he’s still hard; the outline of his cock way too tantalisingly visible through his shorts.
“C’mere.” Daniel finds himself beckoning, his confidence boosted by the semi-desperate look in his other self’s dark eyes, before he’s pulling the other back down into a kiss.
Daniel realises belatedly that the slightly salty taste on the other man’s lips is himself. His own come. But then doesn’t know if he’s too surprised to find out that he’s not really too put-out by the idea.
His counterpart hums into his mouth, using his tongue as delightfully as he did on Daniel’s cock, before he breaks away momentarily to speak.
“Do you want —“ Other Daniel gasps out, “If we go upstairs, do you want to fuck me?”
Daniel feels his eyes widen at the suggestion and for a second the world moves slow.
The other stuff. That’d been easy. Kissing, touching and sucking isn’t all too different from what Daniel’s used to.
But this. This is definitely crossing a line, and Daniel’s been tiptoeing along the border so far.
“Yeah. Okay,” He finally hears himself breathe out shakily. Daniel keeps talking when he realises he should probably sound a bit more sure about it.
“Yes, I— definitely. Please.”
Daniel watches his own face launch into a beaming grin as the butterflies swoop in his stomach, his white teeth gleaming in the dull light as the other murmurs, “Fuck, yeah.” before finding himself dragged back into a kiss.
They crash into the bedroom with about as much grace as Daniel would expect from himself, on top and all over each other.
You would’ve thought he would be kind of used to the scratch of beard against his fingertips as they kiss, or the sharpness of his jaw by now, but the undeniable masculinity of it all keeps making Daniel feel wobbly at the knees.
His fingers feel red hot against other Daniel’s skin and he presses into the flesh there as he slides his kisses from the other man’s panting mouth along his jaw and then eventually to the side of his neck.
Daniel allows himself to suck on the skin there, on the joint bridging with his shoulder, just the way he knows he likes it, and bites down lightly before licking over the wound.
It has the other man soon fighting him off with a moan in a hurry to rid Daniel of his shirt and get him naked.
“Well, this is unfair,” Daniel says once his skin is exposed entirely to the warm air and his counterpart is standing in front of him still in possession of his shorts and dignity, “Get ‘em off, cowboy.”
The other cackles before complying, sliding his shorts and boxers off in one easy motion, and then all of a sudden Daniel’s world is slowing again because… yup, that’s a dick.
And he’s knows that it’s his dick technically, but it’s not like he’s ever seen it properly from this angle before, red, proud and leaking against his stomach.
Daniel knows he’s staring far too long, but the other man seems to be letting him.
“Sizing me up?”
His other self jokes while he watches whatever’s happening on Daniel’s face pass by. His tone is still light, but his eyes are softer. Patient.
“No, uh. Actually, I’m—“ Daniel forces himself to bite the bullet, “Can I suck you? Just— a bit. To try, I mean.”
His eyes finally come back to his counterpart’s face to find an expression of disbelief soon rapidly morphing into one of immense glee and anticipation.
“Are you kidding?!” The other exclaims loudly, quickly closing the distance between them and finally getting his hands all over Daniel’s bare skin, “Of course you fucking can. What the fuck.”
Daniel feels a nervous smile flicker across his face, skin still shivering from where the other’s fingers are tracing the jut of his hips.
“So. How do I…?”
His other self seems giddy with all the possibilities as Daniel watches him take a step back to think. He can feel his own cheeks burning up.
“Bed,” The other eventually decides, leading Daniel over with a tug at his hips. He easily follows, feeling a little unsteady on his feet as he goes. His heart now pumping at a near-frightening pace.
“Do you wanna prep me? Or… I mean, I can do it if you want—“
“No, I— I can do it,” Other Daniel’s mouth hooks up at that, “If you tell me what to do.”
His other self easily agrees before pulling Daniel back into a kiss once again. Daniel makes an embarrassing yelping noise in surprise, but soon settles, allowing his counterpart to guide him towards the bed before they fall onto it together.
The other shuffles himself so he’s beneath Daniel and, God, that’s another sight to see; his own face red and flustered and kissed out. But his thoughts are soon interrupted when other Daniel is asking, “Don’t suppose you’ve got any lube?”
“Um,” Daniel pauses to think before stretching his upper body across the sheets to reach his bedside table, pulling out the drawer hastily with one hand and rummaging around.
He emerges victorious a moment later with a lube bottle he’s never touched but had bought on a whim once when a girlfriend had expressed an interest in trying anal. They’d never got round to it, however, as they’d broken up only a week later. Daniel wasn’t too torn-up about it, though.
“Here.”
Daniel says as he pulls himself back over the other man, waggling the little bottle between them as he sits back on his thighs in between other Daniel’s legs.
“Cool,” The other comments as he inspects it, “It’s the good brand too.”
And if Daniel feels weirdly pleased by that, no one has to know.
He’s too lost in his own mind for a second that he just stares dumbly down at the other once he’s popped the cap and holds out the bottle between them.
“Here,” His other self says, chuckling a bit as he pulls Daniel’s right hand between them and squirts some of the lube onto his fingers, “I’ll tell you what to do, yeah? But it pretty much goes how you’d think.”
Right, Daniel thinks as he nods to himself more than the other man, okay.
He watches in slight awe as other Daniel shuffles himself up so that his head is propped up against the pillows and then spreads his legs wide open.
Again, it’s a bit of a mindfuck, because he knows that’s his dick and his… hole, but it’s also just… a man.
And, oh. Daniel’s still very much hard and interested.
“Right.” Daniel says to himself again in some attempt to actually get his body moving.
It works after a couple of seconds and Daniel shuffles himself closer, situated in between his counterpart’s legs and open invitation.
Tentatively, he lines up his index finger against the other’s entrance wondering how the hell anything is going to fit, and slowly works his finger inside.
The glide is seamless with the aid of the lube, and Daniel kind of stares in wonder for a moment before he remembers he’s supposed to keep moving.
Bracing himself on the other’s hip, Daniel pulls out and pushes back in again and the other man emits a shaky gasp, tensing around his finger as he does so.
Daniel can’t help but trace his gaze back up to his counterpart’s face, drinking in his scrunched-up, yet determined expression, and his open panting mouth.
Keeping his finger moving, Daniel slowly feels the other begin to loosen around him and the sensation has Daniel glancing up at his other self with slow wonder. Suddenly, he just has to know.
“Tell me,” He manages to bite out in between his own sharp breaths, “Tell me what it feels like.”
Other Daniel emits a breathy laugh before he’s asking for another finger. Daniel works his second digit in slowly beside the first, watching disbelievingly as he sees himself stretch around the intrusion.
“Fuck,” The other pants, “It’s, uh— so good. At first it’s kinda weird, things being where they shouldn’t be. But, uh, the stretch is so, so good and—ah!”
Daniel almost slips his fingers out altogether at his other self’s exclamation, worried he’s stretched him too far, too soon, or has hit something he’s not supposed to, but then the other’s near-shouting, “Again. Fuck, again. Right there.”
Ah, Daniel thinks as he crooks his two fingers again in the fashion he had before and watches the other man practically squirm in place, The prostate.
“Yeah?” Daniel asks as he purposely brushes against it again and marvels as the other man actually whimpers. Fuck.
“Yeah. Yes. Yes, please.”
The other’s voice comes out between moans, all keening and high in ways Daniel wasn’t even aware was capable. Then his counterpart is gasping for more.
If Daniel was skeptical about two fingers, then three sliding inside blows his mind.
“Ah, the stretch burns for a bit,” His other self continues, glancing down with wide eyes to watch the movements of Daniel’s hand, “Fuck— I, if you touch my dick or, ah, put your mouth on me, it makes it easier.”
And then Daniel finally gets the idea.
He keeps his fingers moving, slower with the increased stretch, and slowly lowers himself down. Daniel uses his spare hand to take a hold of the other’s cock, the adrenaline jumping within him when he feels the shiver his touch sends across the other’s body.
Daniel strokes once or twice before bringing the glistening head up to his lips. As he stares down he searches for any ounce of reluctance or repulsion within himself at the sight but comes up incredibly short. And it’s with that final revelation that Daniel sinks his head down.
His dick feels bigger in his mouth than it looks, stretching the corners of his lips and sitting heavy against his tongue. For a while he sticks with just the head, running his tongue around the edges and dipping into the slit just the way he knows he likes, revelling in listening to himself gasp.
Then Daniel makes the decision to sink down even further, grasping what he can’t take with his free hand as he moves his head up and down in the way he’s watched girls do so many times before, saliva pooling at the sides of his mouth.
He can feel the lack of resistance against his fingers now, pumping them back and forth into his other self more quickly, purposely targeting his prostate once again.
Other Daniel’s moans get so loud and obscene that eventually Daniel just has to pull off of his cock to glance up at his face, finding it beautifully contorted in the throes of pleasure; his red mouth panting and his eyes scrunched shut as if anymore stimulation would be unbearable.
God, that’s fucking hot, Daniel just finds himself thinking again as the other begs him to slow down and stop before he comes right then and there.
Daniel doesn’t even say anything as he halts his movements, but his smugness must bleed into his expression because his other self huffs out a very unconvincing, “Shut up.”
“Want me inside you?”
He just asks, more eager than ever now. The other just swears, nodding enthusiastically at him and instructs him to grab a condom as he turns himself over onto all fours informing Daniel that it’s ‘better this way.’
Daniel just nods along because, whatever, he’s not the one with all the gay sex knowledge here, as he pulls the condom open and fixes it over his own cock which has been very interested and neglected for a while now.
He gives himself a couple of pumps before grabbing onto the other man’s hips and aligning himself with his hole.
Again, his mind is screaming, wondering just how on Earth his dick is going to fit inside the other, but then other Daniel is accusing him of being a tease so he thrusts his hips forward quickly just to shut him up.
And it works.
God, does it work as his other self chokes out into a moan. The fit around his cock is tight and so unlike anything else Daniel’s ever experienced before.
He forces himself to stay still for as long as he can, assuming such an intrusion has got to take some getting used to, but soon the other man is panting out instructions for him to move again.
Daniel braces his hands on either side of his other self’s hips, using the counterbalance to drive his cock further inside. Slowly, he works in every inch, until his hips are coming flush with other Daniel’s ass as they move together.
“You—,” The other manages laboriously between breaths and moans, “Your turn.”
It takes Daniel a moment to register what his counterpart means, but then a shiver comes over him when he realises he’s asking him to describe how fucking into himself feels.
“Shit,” He says, grabbing his hands more firmly into the flesh at his hips and slowing down his movements slightly to allow more force to be driven into his thrusts, “It’s— fuck. It’s so fucking tight… I can feel you— feel you squeezing around me, taking me so deep. Jesus.”
Other Daniel bursts out into a series of moans louder and more erotic than before and Daniel realises he must’ve brushed up against his prostate again.
He watches in delight as the other scrambles for something to clutch onto, for something to hold him back down to Earth, desperately fisting his hands into the sheets and pillows.
His other self is no longer so coherent, pushing back mindlessly onto Daniel’s cock, mumbling pleads he can barely hear into the pillows. A plethora of ’More’s and ’Please’s trickling off of his tongue like his reins have been set loose.
Daniel takes this as his cue to really start driving home his cock with every thrust, making sure the other feels each and every inch inside of him before pulling out and ruthlessly snapping his hips forward once again.
A litany of swears and curses fills the room but Daniel isn’t sure which of them is responsible. When he sees other Daniel’s hand attempting to reach down and touch his own cock, he’s quick to bat his hand away, instead taking the length in his own grip and beginning to jerk his other self off in time to his rigorous thrusts.
Daniel can’t make himself last much longer. Not with this much pleasure looming over him. Not when his cock is literally buried inside his own ass.
“Fuck,” He pants out as his final thought pushes him over the edge, instantly beginning to feel the warm rush and relief of his come spilling into the condom, “Fuck.”
He begins slowing his movements but continues to jerk the other man off with his hand, increasing the pace until other Daniel emits a breathy, keening noise that is all the warning he gets before he’s coming too.
“Mmmph,” Other Daniel only seems able to agree for now, nodding his head and sighing contentedly into the sheets where he appears to have collapsed, “Was good.”
Daniel tries to fight the broad grin creeping onto his cheeks but gives up soon enough, because who’s even around to fucking see?
“Hey, wipe that smug look off your face.”
His other self instructs without even needing to move his head from where it’s still buried in the pillows with a lazy gesture of his hand behind him.
Chuckling quietly both to and at himself, Daniel carefully slides out of the other man and ties up the condom, discarding of it in the bin beside his bed, before he flops himself down next to the other on his soiled sheets.
Other Daniel winces slightly as he shifts to face him, but is beaming again when they come face-to-face.
“You know… we probably just broke about seventy parallel universe rules.”
Daniel huffs out a laugh before hooking an arm around the other’s waist, pulling them closer together on the bed, legs almost intertwining because he’s always been a cuddler after sex and he assumes that translates across parallel universes too.
“Mmm,”
Daniel hums into his own unruly head of hair when his other self settles against his neck, placing a closed-mouth kiss there before pulling back again.
“I really couldn’t care less.”