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[Billy has never thought of himself as one of those obsessive stalker boyfriends who needs to be attached at the hip to his significant other at all times. Really, he'd always figured they were pretty good about mutual space. A two-month separation with the potential of spending years in this place without seeing Teddy again is, however, apparently the trigger he'd needed to become one, so after one too many looks from Teddy - some patient, others not so much - he'd officially gotten himself banished from the apartment for the afternoon after too much worried lurking. Which is... not the greatest thing ever on a hot day like today, but ten minutes down the road he realizes that, yeah, he'd been a little ridiculous, either blowing off his responsibilities or dragging Teddy along for the ride. He's happy and eager to have Teddy here, but they'd lived separate lives at least half the time back home; no reason for that to not continue here as well.

It's just hard to let go after you've missed someone for that long.

Still, that's how he finds himself out and about for around five hours today, doing the following (in no particular order):

- a late lunch at Seventh Heaven
- searching around the library for comic books
- combat practice in the Battle Dome (with or without his trusty new teacher)

While at the library, a few sketches find their way into his journal, more or less like the following: this, this, and this. Some time afterwards, a scribbled message appears below.]

What are some good ways to deal with bad dreams?

[Once he's finished all his daily stuff, he'll be bringing groceries home around dinner time, in the hopes that he's allowed. Feel free to run into him at any time.]

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You're joking, right? You'd look good in anything.

[Well, since Billy is not particularly opposed, Teddy'll just keep going then. He pulls him closer by the waist and moves his head up to brush his lips against his jawline - mmf, how long has it been since they touched like this? ... Probably not too long in his case, but.

How about he loosen up one arm to turn off that sink, eh?]

[Billy grins, letting go with one hand- not to turn off the sink, but rather to lift up and stroke through Teddy's hair, nails scratching gently against his neck. Yeah, he's pretty much forgotten about the dishes; the water is just background noise now.]

I should be saying that to you.

[His voice drops, his mouth close to Teddy's ear. There's a faint blush crossing his cheeks now.]

Bet you look good out of anything, too.

[Teddy will go ahead and do that for him so that the sink won't overflow then, like the good boyfriend that he is. And just as Billy whispers that to him, too.

Hnngh.

He lets out a low chuckle while he pulls his arm back, only to nudge his fingers under Billy's shirt and scrape his nails gently beside his belly button. That's a faint blush across his cheeks, too, as he turns his head to get his mouth close to Billy's ear to murmur:]

I don't know... think we should test it?

I can't think of anything better to do right now. [And he really, really can't. As embarrassing as that conversation with Zevran was, being with Teddy tends to kill his inhibitions more than he'd care to admit. His gaze drifts very briefly to the sink, then dismissively away. The dishes aren't going to rot just because he isn't washing them right now, and Teddy's hands are going places that are much more demanding of his attention.

Long story short, he likes the idea. His hands shift to grip Teddy's shoulders, arching a bit into his touch. How does he always know just where to do that?]

I thought you'd say something like that. Think I'm getting psychic, too? [He gives a light grin, bordering on a smirk, while his fingers trail just beneath Billy's navel. Really, the dishes could wait. Besides, they could use a nice soaking for a while. And during that while, he and Billy can....... break in the apartment a little.

Though as Teddy's free hand rests on Billy's hip, he can't help thinking that maybe they ought to take this somewhere else. Like... not right by the sink. At the same time, he doesn't exactly want to break contact either.]

If you were psychic, you'd be blushing a whole lot more than you are now.

[If it hadn't already been obvious what he was thinking, that would've certainly cleared things up. And speaking of psychic, he's starting to notice their location as well. This isn't a good place for this, but he doesn't want to get Teddy to stop so they can move, especially since-

-hrngh-

-yeah, no stopping. He likes that too much. Thankfully, he just happens to be a witch, so he tightens his grip on Teddy, mumbling under his breath as his hands and eyes begin to glow. To the bedroom...!]

[ - Which gets that blush on his face to increase. Damn, Billy, you couldn't be more obvious with what you're thinking.

Before Teddy can say anything, though, it's to the bedroom...!

So instead of saying anything, he just turns Billy around by the hips once they're settled, grins, then leans in to kiss him deeply. If Billy didn't find it obvious what Teddy was thinking earlier all pressed back against his hips, then maybe the way he's kissing him ought to clear things up a bit.

... Actually

where's the bed, Teddy didn't even look before deciding to mack on his boyfriend]

[Message received rather clearly, actually; Billy doesn't even have to think about it, though that's mostly because he already is. Thankfully he knows where his bed is, too, so his hands drop down to Teddy's pants, fingers sliding through his belt loops and using them to drag his boyfriend backwards, not wanting to break the kiss.

Once the back of his knees hit the bed, he starts trying to turn them around so Teddy's the one leaning against it. He has plans for you, Altman.]

[And that particular message is also received clearly, though Teddy wants to fool around just a little first now that he's still in charge.

The hands at Billy's hips tighten their grip and pull, pushing their hips together briefly. A small groan escapes into the kiss, and it's only then that Teddy loosens up and allows Billy to turn them around. Meanwhile his hands leave their spot to go to his hair and his shoulder, fingers gripping into the strands and tugging just slightly.

Just what sort of plans do you have for him, Kaplan? Fun ones, he hopes?]

[Are there any other kind of plans to be had in a teenage boy's bedroom? (Besides homework. That is less fun.)

Billy groans noisily into the kiss, clinging urgently to Teddy for a moment before his hands slide upwards from the belt, sneaking beneath the material of his shirt to brush over Teddy's stomach and then, moving upwards, his abs. He leans forward, trying to push Teddy slowly down to the bed, though he doesn't mind if they take their time with it. He's sure as hell enjoying this.]

[With Billy's hands on his stomach and abdomen, Teddy finally breaks the kiss, if only to take in a deep breath against his lips, then let it out with a quiet sound. His eyes open just barely to stare into Billy's, a look accompanied by a flush and a little smirk that just seems to scream "Come here."

It's only then that he leans back to follow his silent instructions, his own hands moving to grip the front of Billy's shirt and pull him with him. Teddy sits on the edge of the bed, leaning back and bringing one hand back to keep his balance against the bed, still looking up at his boyfriend with that expression. Though Teddy loves to take charge, to make Billy squirm and see what his actions do, it's just as nice when Billy takes over, too.]

[No need to scream, Teddy, he's listening very carefully. Billy grins and allows himself to be dragged closer, lifting one leg to rest his knee on the bed, balancing himself on the other as he straddles Teddy's knees. It's not often that he's above Teddy - usually either they're close to the same height or Teddy's so much bigger - so he enjoys the moment, tilting his head down to soak in the expression his boyfriend is wearing before he gets close enough to kiss him again.

God but Teddy looks amazing that way, gazing up at him with that face. Billy could look at him all damn day. Though if he did that, he couldn't get anything else done, which is why his hands are tugging on that shirt again, trying to lift it up to expose more skin. He can't pamper Teddy with all these clothes on.]

[Teddy grins as Billy gets above him, rather enjoying this rare angle. It's true; Teddy hardly ever looks up at him, not this much. One hand strays up to Billy's cheek as a result, while the other slides up the back of the thigh closest to him, enough to pass over and linger on a certain other cheek before moving underneath his shirt as well.

Sure, Billy can always magic clothes away. But there's something about peeling off the clothes themselves, showing skin at a slower pace, that's erotic all on its own. When Billy lifts up Teddy's shirt, there is one thing that he hadn't been able to shift away or heal just yet; very faded dark scars that stretch across his stomach. Had he not had his healing capability, those marks would've been much more prominent, likely never to heal. But at this rate, they'll be gone in the next month or two.

Still, they're a reminder of what they'd been through. What they survived, together.

Teddy doesn't pay them any heed, and instead just focuses on pushing Billy's shirt up. It wouldn't be fun if he was the only one who wasn't wearing any clothes.]

[There's a pause as Billy's hands linger over Teddy's chest, his gaze zeroing in on those scars, unable to help himself. For a moment his expression tenses, hesitant. He hates seeing Teddy's body marred like that, a reminder of the awful things that had been done to him. That he'd watched, helpless, unable to stop it.

Teddy's voice, screaming, choking on blood, passing out.

"IwanthimtostopIwanthimtostopIwanthimtostop--"

Silently he clings to those words- not for Teddy, but for the memories themselves. He doesn't want this to ruin what he's trying to do here. This is supposed to be a good thing, a treat, a chance for them to have some fun. This isn't so he can angst and cry about the past.

He's okay. We're okay.

And so, stubbornly, he slides his leg off of the bed and backs off just enough to drop down to the floor, crouched between Teddy's knees. The downward motion offers a bit of help with the removal of his own shirt, and as he leans in, pressing his lips to Teddy's chest, one hand stretching out over his stomach - over those scars - the other sneaks around to his back, sliding two fingers down from the slits of his wings. The material of Teddy's shirt dissolves magically as they move, falling harmlessly away from the wings. He's not risking hurting his boyfriend by being hasty, and he can just fix it later.]

[It's easy to tell what Billy's focusing on. With him kneeling there, Teddy leans forward - well, tries. He's caught a bit off guard by the feeling of the back of his shirt dissolving and falling away from the wings. He glances back at his shoulder, then moves them, enough for his shirt to slide down his arms and fall between his legs.]

Billy... [There's a hint of breathlessness to his tone, and laughter as well. Might as well return the favor, even though he can't magically rip up a shirt like his boyfriend did.

So, he'll just work carefully instead. Pull the shirt up, then away from the wings until they're through the holes in the fabric, then over his head, slowly, always observing to see if he needs to stop.

Once that's done with and the shirt falls on top of his own on the floor, Teddy finally does what he'd been wanting to do. He leans down, cups his hands gently around Billy's ears, then presses his forehead against his.]

Hey. We're okay.

[He slides his hands back, fingertips brushing the back of his ears, then settling against the nape of his neck.]

Always have been. Always will be.

[Billy shudders under his touch - in part out of relief, in part because the distraction of Teddy's naked chest is doing wonders for the tightness of his pants - and curls his fingers slightly against the other boy's stomach, his posture relaxing.]

I know. I know that.

[He could say more to that, go into detail about how that experience has affected him, affected their relationship, made him more protective, more needy, more frightened of that inability to protect- of losing Teddy.

But he doesn't need to. Teddy knows. Teddy knows everything because he was there, he'd lived it, he'd been there afterwards. Because he'd been okay.

They'd been okay.

Always have been. Always will be.

So rather than saying any of that, he pushes those thoughts aside and tilts his head enough to press their lips together instead, the kiss desperate, deep, and needy. He'll say whatever he feels needs to be said like that.]

[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.]

[The kiss keeps them busy enough for a long moment, but as Billy backs off to catch some air, his hands slide downwards, grazing over his stomach, then his waist, and then- ah. Getting a little cramped down there, hm? He chuckles faintly against Teddy's lips, fingers twisting to undo the belt he finds a few inches up. He's in prime position here, and kissing isn't all that he wants to do right now.

Hopefully Teddy isn't opposed, because he's moving a little quicker now, leaning in to keep his boyfriend's lips busy while he works.]

[AND THEN THERE WERE TWO VERY SUCCESSFUL AND VERY SEXY BLOWJOBS.

AND LO, IT WAS AWESOME.]

[And lo, there is a very happy and satisfied boyfriend snuggling up against you, Teddy. A good time was had by all.]

...I think I'll do the dishes tomorrow.

[And there's an equally happy and satisfied boyfriend lightly hooking an arm around Billy's neck and shoulder, leaning down to kiss his hairline.]

Mm, don't you do enough dishes already?

[Billy tilts his head up to lean into the touch, making a faint, pleased noise muffled by Teddy's shirt. After a pause he tilts his head to more properly enunciate,]

There is kind of a difference between a job and household chores. Besides, you made the food.

[Oh good, he was about to tell Billy to use his words. The arm that's wound around him moves, enough so that Teddy can stroke down his chest with his fingertips.]

That's true. Maybe I should dirty up some more dishes, you're probably a master at cleaning them now.

[Billy's response to that is a slight pout, rolling over to drape himself on Teddy like a body blanket, arms folding to make a pillow for his own chin. You're a brat sometimes, BF.]

Right. Because dishes require so much skill.

[Teddy grins at that, teasing and amused, and moves his hands to card his fingers through Billy's hair. He's not as much of a brat as you can be, BF.]

Well, you're good enough to make Tony want you to keep working for him. You've gotta be doing something special.

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