[For Alcuin] Bodyswitch, Day One

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Enjolras rolled over in his sleep, instinctively pressing closer to the warm body next to him with a sigh. It took a few minutes for his mind to realise there was something very wrong with that action, but once it did, he woke up very quickly, sitting up abruptly with a deep frown. He was in the wrong bed. He was in the wrong bed, naked, and with someone else. "How did I get here?" he demanded in French--but in the wrong voice, with the wrong tongue. Mon dieu, everything was wrong! Those were not his hands, that was not his chest--

"For God's sake, what new madness is this?"

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[alcuin]

Unsurprisingly after the hours that they spent together in his bed, Alcuin and Jack had both fallen asleep completely exhausted. When the voice finally woke him, Alcuin hardly heard it, just sat up groggily, wrapping his armed around Jack's body.

"I love it when you speak in French," he murmured, pressing his lips to the back of Jack's neck, sliding one hand down near his groin. "Especially when you say dirty things..."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Enjolras was dismayed to feel his body responding to the touch, the mouth on his skin..."Stop that," he commanded, not quite as harshly as he had intended. "Where am I? Who am I?" He pulled away, turning to frown at the man draping himself over him. "And who are you?"

[alcuin]

Alcuin lifted an eyebrow, obviously amused. Jack, speaking in French and asking him who he was?

"Interested in roleplaying this morning, are you?" He laughed lightly, willing to play along. He swung one leg over Jack, straddling his lap, sliding his hands up his chest and bending his head to tongue That Spot on his neck, the one he knew Jack liked. "Who am I?" he whispered. "Your little French whore?"

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Enjolras gasped at the onslaught of sensation produced by just those few moves. "I have...never...visited a whore, sir," he informed the man, struggling against this body's instinct to pull him closer. "My name is Enjolras, I have no idea who you are or how I came to be here, and kindly get off of me!" He finally managed to push the man away, breathing heavily.

[alcuin]

Alcuin made a sound of startled surprise at being pushed away, and then his eyes widened as he took in the words.

"Oh... oh sweet Elua," he breathed, his cheeks flushing pink as he gathered some of the sheets up around his waist.

"I... I'm sorry, I just... this happens sometimes." Of course, it had yet to happen to someone he was in bed with. "You are in the body of Jack Harkness, sir."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Enjolras had been vaguely aware of it happening some weeks ago, but it had not affected him, nor Combeferre or Michael, so he had paid little attention.

At least the man spoke French. Although his own accent was less than perfect, it was a small comfort to speak French. "And does Jack Harkness own clothing, monsieur?" he asked in a voice that was softer and more seductive than the irritated tone he'd intended. He scooted to the edge of the bed and swung his legs out, keeping the bedclothes draped over his own body, uncomfortable and embarrassed by its continued reaction.

[alcuin]

Alcuin swallowed hard, his cheeks still pink, especially since he really liked hearing Jack speak French. Especially naked Jack.

"He... yes, of course. He was wearing jeans and a shirt when he came here last night, they should be around here somewhere..." Forgetting about his own modesty for a moment, Alcuin started searching through the tangle of sheets, finally emerging with a shirt.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Enjolras grimaced faintly at the shirt and pulled it over his head, plucking at the fabric as it seemed to cling to his skin. "I suppose it is better than nothing," he muttered to himself, getting to his feet and trying to tug the bottom of the shirt down far enough to cover himself. It was a losing battle and he finally gave up, keeping his eyes averted from the bed as he began to search for a pair of trousers.

[alcuin]

Alcuin hesitated, watching him for a long moment, then said, "Monsieur, you do not have to be so modest. It is nothing I have not seen before."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Enjolras snorted and glanced at the bed, prepared to deliver a sarcastic comment about the unfamiliarity of this particular set of genitalia to him, no matter how well the other man knew it. But the words died on his lips as he looked at the fabric-draped man on the bed. And looked, eyes wandering over his form, fingers itching to touch it, mouth eager to claim that mouth.

He tore his gaze away with a groan and started searching frantically for this Jack Harkness' trousers, grabbing a handful of fabric from the floor that had been covered by bedclothes and making a triumphant sound as he straightened, holding them up. Yes, it was definitely a pair of those modern trousers so many island residents wore. Which meant he could finish dressing and escape before he did something utterly mad.

[alcuin]

The man's frantic movements were disquieting, as was the obvious tension in the air. Without thinking, Alcuin reached out and put his hand on his arm to slow him. "Relax, Monsieur."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Enjolras looked down at the hand on his arm, the trousers falling from his hands as he moved his gaze to the man's face again. And then, quite without thinking about it (and if he had he certainly would have put a stop to it), he was leaning in to kiss him.

[alcuin]

Alcuin was caught a bit by surprise, but accepted the kiss gladly, sensing some hesitation in it and making it a gentle, searching kiss, reaching up with his other hand and lightly cupping Jack's - someone's - face.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

It was such a simple thing, a kiss. Enjolras had never spared much thought for them, considering such things a waste of time. But now, oh now...a shiver ran through him at the response of his body to that simple kiss and he sank back down onto the edge of the bed, deepening the kiss. He had no idea what he was doing, but the body he was in seemed to have no such problem.

[alcuin]

The movements of Jack's body were familiar enough that Alcuin nearly forgot that there was someone else inside. As the kiss deepened, a soft moan vibrated in the back of his throat and he rested one hand on Jack's bear thigh.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Mon dieu," Enjolras breathed against his lips, breathing slightly ragged. "I never imagined..." But this new body didn't want to talk, it wanted more, and now that it had begun, he was inclined to let it continue.

[alcuin]

Hearing the French reminded him... "Your name," Alcuin whispered against his lips. "What is your name?" His hand slid farther up his thigh.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Enjolras inhaled sharply, finding himself acutely aware of the fact that he had no trousers on--and disturbingly unbothered by this. "Enjolras," he reminded him breathlessly, "Michel Enjolras." He wasn't sure why he gave his first name, he very rarely used it, but it somehow seemed appropriate in the current situation.

[alcuin]

"Michel," Alcuin repeated, the word coming out almost as a breath. "If you are concerned, I can tell you with some assurance that Jack would not mind were you to... indulge yourself while in his body."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

No one had ever said Enjolras' name like that before. It was strange, heady. He was not the sort of person to indulge himself normally, whether the indulgence be sex, drink, or anything else. But at the moment he wanted to. It had not even occurred to him until the man's words that the actual owner of the body should be considered, though now that it had been brought up it seemed a very selfish thing to have overlooked.

"I...do not know what to do," he admitted softly, though he suspected that wasn't entirely true. This body seemed to have a pretty good idea of how to proceed, even if Enjolras' mind did not. "Monsieur, tell me your name." It seemed an important detail if he was going to continue this--this intoxicating experience.

[alcuin]

"Alcuin," he whispered in response. At the admission, it crossed his mind that he had no idea who this person was... but then, he was certain that he was not a child, and that was really the only thing of concern. He could be inexperienced for any number of reasons.

"Do what feels right," he suggested softly, lips close to his ear. "If you want to stop, you need only say the word."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Oh, but Enjolras did not want to stop. He murmured Alcuin's name and kissed him again, his hands moving to caress pale skin without a second thought as he pulled Alcuin closer.

[alcuin]

Alcuin sighed into the kiss and slid a his hand over the familiar skin, down to wrap his finger lightly around the man's erection. "Feel good, monsieur?"

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Enjolras nodded, hips shifting encouragingly as he let out a soft gasp. He wanted more, but didn't know how to ask for it, wasn't even sure what 'more' entailed.

[alcuin]

Enjolras was sitting on the edge of the bed, so Alcuin disentangled himself from him and dropped gracefully to the floor between his legs. He slid his hands up his thighs, looking up at the other man with a seductive, reassuring smile, and then lowered his head to drag his tongue across the length of his cock.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

The gasp that escaped Enjolras was surprise as much as pleasure. He bit his lip, watching Alcuin as he tried unsuccessfully to keep his breathing steady, one hand moving to Alcuin's head, fingers combing through his hair. "Dieu, that's..." But he didn't even know what it was, except for absolutely exquisite.

[alcuin]

Alcuin glanced up, rather enthralled by the expression on the other man's face, and smiled. Then he lowered his head again and closed his lips around his cock, immediately going to work.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Enjolras fell back onto his elbows, head falling back as he moaned breathlessly, hips shifting slightly in encouragement. It was utterly overwhelming, moreso than he would ever have believed.

[alcuin]

The moans spurred Alcuin on, not that he needed much encouragement to begin with.

The situation, coupled with Michel's obvious inexperience, made Alcuin reluctant to make him feel obligated to reciprocate... and in any case, he wasn't sure that he could wait much longer himself, listening to those moans the arousal that had been building since he'd woken up.

As he continued, he reached down with one hand to his own cock and began to stroke, moans vibrating around the other man's cock.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

It was probably good that Alcuin chose to take care of himself, for it was doubtful such a thing would occur to Enjolras, especially in his current state. He found it impossible to remain still, not that he'd put much effort into doing so, his breath coming from him in ragged gasps as he arched into Alcuin's mouth repeatedly, the pleasure only increasing as it went on, suffusing his body with heat and a rather delicious building tension.

[alcuin]

The sort of naked enthusiasm and almost sense of wonder that the body underneath him was displaying was intoxicating to Alcuin, as it was something that he hadn't experienced in quite a while. He was rarely hired by virgins back in Terre d'Ange, though fairly often with men who had never been with other men before, and this rather reminded him of that. And it was strange coming from Jack's body because the reactions were so completely different.

But the result was something extremely arousing, and Alcuin went about making it the best head that he could possibly give, while feeling his own pleasure grow beneath his fingers.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Though Enjolras didn't know it, it all probably lasted longer than it could have because the body was accustomed to such sensation. It also didn't last as long as would have for Jack because Enjolras most certainly was not. He gasped and moaned beneath Alcuin's attentions, the pressure building within him until he could barely breath, and then he came with a sharp cry, body shuddering.

[alcuin]

Alcuin swallowed as soon as he tasted the familiar bitter spill on his tongue, and then cleaned the softening cock neatly with his tongue as he continued stroking his own, feeling his own pleasure building, building...

Finally he pulled away so that he could concentrated his efforts, and it was only seconds before he spilled into his own hand with a soft moan.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Enjolras sat up slowly, still trying to catch his breath. He watched Alcuin intently as he found his own pleasure, finding the sight oddly entrancing.

He still wasn't able to think clearly, reeling from the intense feelings that were now fading as he murmured a soft, "Merci."

[alcuin]

Alcuin got shakily to his feet and then joined Enjolras on the bed. "My pleasure, Michel," he said softly, leaning over to brush his lips lightly across his. "Do find me when you are feeling more yourself, yes? I should like to meet you properly."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Enjolras hesitated, eyes drifting closed, and then nodded. It was only fair after...that, was it not? "I will do so," he promised quietly, taking a deep breath as he tried to compose himself.

[alcuin]

Alcuin wondered if there was some reason he would not... but then, he had not asked for a promise, so the other man would find him only if he wished to.

"I imagine that you are anxious to find your own body and be sure that it is well cared for," Alcuin said, sliding off of the bed to find clothes. He stood naked in front of the wardrobe.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Enjolras found it difficult not to stare at Alcuin's naked body, but he somehow forced himself to look away, locating Jack's trousers once again and beginning to pull them on. "Yes, you could say that," he agreed with a faint smirk, concentrating on dressing though his eyes still wanted to stray to Alcuin.

[alcuin]

"Don't let me keep you," Alcuin said kindly, turning his head to look over his shoulder as he pulled on his underwear.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Enjolras finished pulling the tight jeans on and looked down at himself with a quiet sigh. It would have to do, he supposed. He glanced at Alcuin and nodded. "I will see you again," he promised, and headed for the door.