[He doesn't have to say it, and neither does Teddy. He doesn't have to say how he fears he won't be strong or fast enough to keep Billy from being hurt - to keep from losing him, even though he knows and trusts that his boyfriend can take care of himself. Billy knows. They both know. They don't have to say it.
They're okay.
The kiss, plus the sight of Billy without his shirt, certainly makes the pants he's wearing even more uncomfortable. That desperation is matched by his own, his hands moving to cup his cheeks and keep him there, his body subtly leaning forward more as if wondering if he should stay on the bed or slide off and effectively straddle his boyfriend's hips. Both options seem nice, though they're hazy enough that he doesn't quite follow through with either. He's too wrapped up in the kiss, all too happy to follow Billy's lead in it.]
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They're okay.
The kiss, plus the sight of Billy without his shirt, certainly makes the pants he's wearing even more uncomfortable. That desperation is matched by his own, his hands moving to cup his cheeks and keep him there, his body subtly leaning forward more as if wondering if he should stay on the bed or slide off and effectively straddle his boyfriend's hips. Both options seem nice, though they're hazy enough that he doesn't quite follow through with either. He's too wrapped up in the kiss, all too happy to follow Billy's lead in it.]