Living with Himself
As Tyson entered the hotel lobby, he cast a glance over his shoulder to make sure he wasn’t being followed. He knew that he was being paranoid but couldn’t risk his secret getting out. While riding up in the elevator to the 10th floor, his phone started to buzz. He pulled it out of his pocket to see it was a call from his friend Matthew.
“Hey, Matt.”
Matthew’s voice was staticky and distorted - the elevator didn’t have great cell service. “Tyson, hey! I know it’s a little last minute, but we are having a study group for the midterm later tonight. I know you’re probably working, but still wanted to extend the invite.”
Tyson grinned. Matthew was right, he was working that night - but that was the benefit of there being two of him. It made it easier to divide and conquer. “Actually, that sounds great. I’ll text you when I’m on campus?”
“Oh, great! Looking forward to seeing you, buddy.” Matthew sounded surprised, which made sense - this was probably only the second or third study session Tyson had actually been able to attend since the beginning of the semester.
The elevator doors opened and Tyson stepped out into the hallway, making his way to room 1028. He pulled the hotel card out of his pocket and swiped through the reader, then pushed the door open once it turned green.
The hotel room was clean but basic - it had a queen sized bed, a small television, a desk and not much else. His clone was lounging on the bed, wearing a pair of white boxers as he flipped through the TV channels. The other Tyson turned off the TV as Tyson entered the hotel room, smiling at him. “How was practice?”
Tyson slung his gym bag to the floor, sitting down on the edge of the bed beside his twin. He was getting used to having another Tyson around, but it was still a bit strange. “Practice was great. Exhausting, but in a good way. Coach said he was really impressed with my performance today.”
Roughly two weeks had passed since Tyson had converted Travis into his clone. The two Tysons had started to get into a rhythm of splitting up their workload - it was a lot easier to fit in fitness, a job and school now that there were two of him. There had been some rumours going around campus about the sudden disappearance of Travis, but the general consensus was that he’d unexpectedly dropped out. Some of his friends had voiced their concerns about his sudden departure, but luckily Tyson had thought to swipe Travis’ phone after assimilating him. Tyson had sent a few texts out to Travis’ contacts, explaining that the pressure was too much for him and he needed a clean break from everything. That had seemed to clear up most of the suspicion surrounding Travis, so Tyson had ditched Travis’ phone at a subway station so it couldn’t be traced back to him - just in case.
“How was your day?” Tyson asked himself.
“Good,” the other Tyson replied, stifling a yawn. “I slept in, which was fantastic - I needed it after yesterday’s shift from hell. Oh, I also found a nice rental apartment for us to look at - I booked a viewing for tomorrow afternoon.” With there now being two of him, Tyson couldn’t keep living with his roommate Kyle, so they were currently living out of a hotel room. That was financially unsustainable and they were desperate to find an affordable long term rental as soon as possible.
“Good job, babe.” The word had slipped out before Tyson could stop himself, and a wave of embarrassment washed over him.
“What did you just call me?” His clone asked, a bemused expression on his face.
The two Tysons had been quick to jump into a sexual relationship with one another - the opportunity to fuck himself had unearthed a vanity Tyson never knew he possessed. The Tysons had tried everything over the past few weeks - 69ing, taking and receiving from each other, mutual masturbation, even kinky stuff like blindfolds and handcuffs. But until that point, their relationship had been strictly sexual - they hadn’t referred to each other using affectionate terms.
It felt wrong to be falling in love with himself. He knew it was messed up to be infatuated with his clone this way, but he couldn’t help how he felt - the other Tyson brought so much happiness and light to his life. It felt like more than just a sexual connection - there was something real and genuine between them. Tyson was pretty sure his clone felt the same way - they were the same person, after all - but it had been too awkward to try to bring it up. And now his Freudian slip was exposing his true feelings.
“I…uh…” Tyson stammered, at a loss for words. How did he express his love for himself without sounding like an unhinged narcissist?
“It’s cool, dude,” Tyson-2 reassured him, sitting up in the bed and wrapping an arm around Tyson’s shoulder. “You don’t have to explain yourself - we literally share a brain. I know how you feel, because I feel it, too.”
Tyson’s heart was hammering in his chest. He’d had boyfriends before, but never anything serious - he liked to keep his relationships casual. This was his first time having feelings for a guy, and it just so happened that he’d fallen for himself - not exactly the first love he’d been expecting.
“So, are we like…dating?” Tyson laughed nervously. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so nervous.
“Why not?” His clone shrugged. “Might be a little fucked up, but I like you and you like me. Why shouldn’t we make each other happy?”
Tyson pushed his clone down on the bed, crawling on top of him. The declaration of their feelings for each other was turning him on, so he was sure the other Tyson would be feeling horny, too. That was the other great thing about having himself as a partner - they liked all of the same things and so knew exactly how to please each other. Tyson wasted no time in pulling off his clone’s boxers, taking the other man’s hardening cock into his mouth. He was palming himself through his gym shorts while sucking the other Tyson off - it was still so hot to be able to taste hus own dick. Tyson-2 was panting heavily, gripping the back of Tyson’s head and pushing him down further onto his cock.
“Fuck, babe,” His clone moaned. Hearing the other Tyson call him babe got Tyson even more amped up. He reached his arms up the torso of his double, tweaking the man’s erect nipples. Tyson could taste the salty pre as he licked the tip of his duplicate’s thick hard member, continuing to suck on the cock as it pulsed in his mouth.
“Oh, yeah!” Tyson’s clone growled as he erupted, his cum spraying all over Tyson’s face and into his mouth. “You’re so fucking good at that, Ty.”
Tyson grinned up at his double, happy to have satisfied his boyfriend. “I guess I know what we like,” he chuckled.
“Want me to get you off?” The other Tyson offered, his eyebrows raised suggestively.
“Raincheck. I’m still gross from football practice,” Tyson replied, reluctantly rising from the bed. He reached down and adjusted the erection tenting his shorts.
“I like you sweaty,” his twin winked.
“There’s time for fun and games later - we need to start getting ready. One of us needs to get ready for our shift and the other one needs to go meet Matthew at campus to study for our midterm. Do you want me to work tonight since you covered yesterday’s shift?” Tyson offered. They tried to split up their daily tasks as fairly as possible so neither one of them was forced doing all the undesirable work. After they slept each night, their memories synced so they would have full recollections of each other’s days. Since they had identical memories, it was hard to know which one was actually the original Tyson and who had previously been Travis - Tyson felt like he was the original, but maybe the other Tyson felt the same way.
“No, that’s okay - I can work tonight. That sounds better than studying, honestly. Besides, I think Leon has a crush on us and I like flirting with him. Maybe I’ll give him a taste of us if he plays his cards right.”
Tyson felt a pang of jealousy on hearing his double talk about Leon, but he pushed the feeling down. He wasn’t going to start feeling insecure - his clone was free to flirt and fuck whoever he wanted. Besides, his twin was right - Leon was cute. Not as cute as Tyson was, but he did have a rebellious charm to him.
“Sounds good, I can attend the study group. Who knows - maybe Matthew will even want to hang out afterwards.” Tyson watched his clone’s reaction closely to see if mentioning Matthew brought up any jealousy, but if he felt anything he hid it well.
Frowning, Tyson headed into the small hotel bathroom to shower. He tried to be happy as he stripped down and stepped into the steaming hot water, but something felt off. He should be - he was dating the man of his dreams (who just happened to be himself), he had lots more free time and he was pulling his grades up. But he couldn’t stop thinking about the way the other Tyson had spoken about Leon with such obvious affection.
It was far too early on in their relationship to get jealous about every guy they spent time with. He and his clone were the same person - he knew exactly how they felt about each other. Even if the other Tyson did hook up with Leon, it would be a meaningless fling - he had nothing to worry about.
And worst case scenario, there were other ways to take Leon out of the picture. He still had the clone machine after all.
