Himself?

Jason's vision blurs, he blinks trying to clear the spots from his eyes. When he manages to **** his eyes to focus again the first thing he sees is a familiar figure stood in the doorway a few feet away. It takes a moment for his shocked mind to recognize the tall dark-haired young man leaning on the doorframe and rubbing his eyes as if dazzled by a camera flash.

"What the fuck?" he squeaks his voice high and strange in his ears "Who are you? Why do you look like me?"

Even as he speaks Jason's body is sending him strange messages. His clothes feel too tight. one hand is holding a book it wasn't a moment ago. His other hand is pressed against something warm and wet while his crotch aches and throbs. It's a bizarre sensation but one he finds oddly exciting.

"Who am I?" Jason's doppelganger responds sounding as confused as Jason feels "What the fuck kind of question is that? I'm..."