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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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[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.

[Hush, that is a lie. His brows furrow at that, considering it, and he lets his fingers brush idly over Teddy's chest, just enjoying the feel of one body against another.]

I think they key point here is the fact that I'm doing it. Tony Stark is the laziest man I've ever met.

I believe that.

[After a pause, he lifts his head a bit to look down at him, one hand moving to idly stroke the nape of his neck.]

If you need a hand, I can always come over with you. [Although they'd probably make out more than get work done.]

Mm... up to you. I took the job, so I wouldn't want to drag you into it unless you wanted. I doubt he'd complain about the extra help. [Billy hums faintly, thinking for a moment, then drums his fingers pointedly on Teddy's collarbone.] Unless you're just there to distract me... then he would.

Hmm.

[There's a long pause as Teddy leans his head back against the bed again, as if to look at the ceiling in thought. Then he smiles again, chest fluttering with muffled laughter.]

Not even a little?

[Lying on someone's chest while they laugh is a very weird sensation. At his comment, though, Billy scoffs under his breath, lifting a brow at his boyfriend.]

When is it ever just a little with the two of us?

[... Yeah, that requires some thought.]

... When we first started dating? [He'd been the shyer one - not necessarily shy, really, just much more hesitant to open up so much to someone else at that point.]

[He gets a flick on the nose for that.]

It was rhetorical, T. Anyway, if you want to help me and Pepper babysit Iron Man, I won't be saying no. [He pauses, briefly, then adds,] It might help if you did, actually. If you got to know him.

[He knows Teddy's not about to punch Tony into the ground or anything, but... well, feelings tend to linger.]

[The flick makes him grin and move one hand away to rub at his nose, the other still staying on Billy's neck. What he says, however, makes him pause.

Yeah, maybe he should get to know him. He already had a better opinion of him, at least. He seemed like the guy before he seemed to go insane.

But he's right. Feelings linger. He can't help growing an inch and making his shoulders get a little broader when he sees Tony around, especially if Billy's with him. He can't help wondering, "What if it happens again?" What if he just - goes crazy, starts locking people with powers away just because of who and what they are, what if he... hurts Billy again?

So, after considering, he lightly drums his fingers against Billy's neck.]

Yeah, maybe it would help. I wouldn't mind giving it a try, for all of our sakes.

[Billy makes a faint, agreeable noise, shifting his head to rest it against Teddy's chest again, closing his eyes. He's not tired, it's just a really, really comfortable position, so he's determined to enjoy it.]

I really don't think he's faking it. He can be kind of a jerk, but he's not a bad person.

Edited 2012-07-30 10:10 (UTC)

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