selfhelp | [IC] Appointments Post

[Oh.

Okay.

That feels nice. Very nice, in fact. He does hold his breath when Billy's fingers brush against his stomach, but the moment passes, and he's much more focused on the way his fingers are brushing against the edge of his pants.

Very nice indeed.]

... All yours, captain. [He holds up his hands as if to give Billy the reins, then leans back, hands balancing his weight behind him, giving Billy a nice view of his torso. It's a bit unintentional, considering his eyes are on what Billy's doing with his pants, but.]

[Billy looks pleased by the response, though he tries not to look too pleased, in case it discourages Teddy from being honest with him again. It's hard to conceal, though; he really did want to make Teddy feel good, and as a result hopefully encourage him further.

Shifting away, he slips off the bed and kneels down on the floor between Teddy's legs. His hands lift to stroke up and down the blond's sides, fingers splayed. He knew every part of this body, what's sensitive and what isn't - which touches comfort him, and which don't. He knows how to do this properly... and if he does it, that means nothing's really changed, right...?

You can do this. We can do this. Come on...

Exhaling deeply, he lifts up, leans in, and kisses just above the trail of hair visible beyond Teddy's underwear, the touch soft and a little teasing.]

You have... really awesome hips, you know...?

[...Ahaha. He was wondering if that would come up at all. Billy hums a vague noise as a response, then slides the first piece forward. He's not about to lie.]

I have, actually. His enthusiasm is contagious.

[Teddy takes in a deep breath, all too aware of just how close Billy is to his lower regions. It's kind of pathetic how even that, and the way he automatically spreads his legs to give Billy some room, makes him have to think about other things, lest he makes this too awkward. He wouldn't want to ruin things by being a dumb teenager who has his incredibly hot boyfriend between his knees and achingly close to - nnnngh.]

My... hips?

[It's a bit of a random body part to focus on, is all, especially since Teddy finds his own completely unremarkable. Compared to Billy, at least, who has a fantastic lower body, hips and thighs and legs and all...]

Mmhm. These hips.

[Billy kisses the same spot again, fingers sliding upwards to hook around the belt loops of Teddy's pants, slowly urging them down.]

You have, like... man hips. And man thighs. Like- they're so straight and rigid and-

[He lets his fingers trail down Teddy's sides the more he pulls, the material catching on his underwear a bit and dragging it down an inch or so. Billy's quick to kiss that newly-revealed skin, too.]

God, your muscles. You know, for a while - back when we just started dating - I wondered if you were still shifting because muscles shouldn't be allowed to look that good. And then I got to touch them...

[He shifts his hands again to get the edge of Teddy's pants under his butt, dragging them out from beneath him.]

I'd never make that assumption again.

[He tilts his head, resting it briefly against Teddy's thigh, smiling affectionately.]

Nobody'd mistake your legs for a girl's, that's for sure.

[Teddy watches every movement of Billy's, just barely holds back a shudder from all the touches, listens to every word he says. He can't exactly agree with his words, but to hear them, to know they're coming from a person who wears his heart on his sleeve, who is so obvious when he lies and can easily tell someone what he's thinking with just a look in his eyes...

Well. Like he said before, if he can't believe in himself yet, then he can believe in Billy, right?

It's the touches and the visual stimuli that do it more than anything: his other thoughts, ones that focused on ice and drinking something he hated and other such things, are wiped away, replaced by how his underwear inches down, how Billy presses a kiss to the skin above it, how he drags his pants down and practically kisses him with his eyes and his words...

And with those distractions gone, he feels a bit of heat begin to gather below his gut. Teddy likes to think that he's a good guy who has a lot of self control and is not, definitely not, one of those dumb horny guys who gets turned on by the slightest things. He's pretty much failing his own image here, but - but it's Billy. Billy's the only one who could do this to him, and it's been months since they've done anything physical beyond making out...

It's not full arousal - it's more like the beginnings of it. The last time this happened, it... went a little badly. But Teddy doesn't want to just pull himself away just yet, not with Billy looking at him like that.]

I, ah... think I'd be a little worried if you thought my legs looked that feminine. [He certainly feels complimented. Teddy never thought of his legs and thighs like that before... kind of hard when you obsess over your boyfriend's legs so much.]

[Billy snorts faintly, turning his head to press a daring kiss to Teddy's inner thigh.]

Like I said. Not your legs.

[He's heard the comments, he knows. Not that it really bothers him - that would require giving a damn about what people think of him, for one, and for two, having "girly legs" isn't what he'd call an insult when he's fought alongside people like She-Hulk and Miss Marvel - but he has enough sense to recognize the difference. People would never mistake Teddy, or Hulkling, for a woman.

And that's okay.

His gaze drifts back to the spots he'd been kissing a moment ago. It could just be his imagination, but... is that the beginnings of a tent being pitched...? Or is it just - dare he say it - wishful thinking?

...Hmm.]

I could go on for a while about your legs, though. Remember? I did tell you that before.

[On that paper back in the hotel, that horrible, heartbreaking and yet eye-opening list. The one he'd kept without telling Teddy, the one hidden away in a secret place so he can remind himself every now and then of Teddy's deepest insecurities, the parts of him that need the most love and care. There would never be enough paper to give him the sort of space he'd need to say everything there was to say about Teddy. Everything he loves.

He doesn't let the memory ruin his mood, as much as it tries. It's fuel for the fire of this desire he's carrying, now, the powerful need to go further with this. Teddy's given him so much. It's time to give back, and... and climb out of the hole he's dug himself into.

Billy gives the pants another tug, and they're free of Teddy's underwear now, partially exposing him. He nudges the blond's legs apart just a little more and glances up, a silent question in his eyes. How far is he allowed to take this...?]

Yeah...

[How could Teddy forget? Billy had countered every awful thing Teddy thought about himself, cried over it, cried with him when he couldn't make himself stop like usual. He never found the paper again, so he thought they'd just left it behind at the hotel. Good riddance, if anyone asks him. He hates seeing his insecurities on display like that.

But anything else he was thinking of is brought to a screeching halt when Billy nudges his legs apart and looks at him, the question in his eyes all too obvious. He noticed, then... It's not like it was hard to do so, with how active they've been pretty much ever since they got here. And... And he's not hesitating. He's not shaking. He's asking a question, not making wild assumptions and diving way too deep with them. Teddy was so afraid that it'd be like a repeat of last time... And it looks like it won't be like that now.

It takes only a short moment to process that, and then Teddy spreads his legs a little further and strokes a hand through Billy's hair, giving his silent go-ahead, along with a little chuckle. Wow, they're really doing this? Just after they arrived? With Billy so -

Oh, wait. Right.]

Wait, wait, um - [Teddy moves both hands now, letting them rest on the back of Billy's neck.] I - Yeah. Definitely want to keep going. But maybe we should do this... under the covers or something? I still don't want to give you hypothermia for an anniversary gift.

Edited (NOT QUITE THERE YET) 2013-11-30 10:43 (UTC)

[It takes a moment for the words to click; Billy had been so quietly pleased that Teddy's okay with continuing that he'd forgotten all about being cold. But then Teddy reminds him, and... oh. Okay, yeah, he's feeling it now. He edges closer to soak up more of Teddy's body warmth, glancing from Teddy, to the bed, then back again, his brows lifting.]

Sure, um... what's your preference? Drop a blanket on me and do it here? Or would you rather lie back?

[He can honestly go either way; the bed is always a nice and cozy position, but he knows how Teddy likes to watch, and he's already in position, so...]

[... So the mental image of Billy doing anything sexual with a blanket wrapped around him like someone from the bible or something just makes Teddy snort, and he knows he'd probably be laughing more than moaning. He gives the back of Billy's head a light tug, then lets go to lean back and to the side until his head is back against the pillows, and he arches his back to start getting his feet and legs under the covers.]

Yeah, get up here. It'll be warmer if you're under the covers with me, anyway.

Edited 2013-11-30 18:19 (UTC)

From: The Desk of L. Laufeyson, godling of mischief
To: B. Kaplan of New York
Subject: The Subject of Happiness

First of all I have rewritten this message at least ten times. To put doom and gloom into non-doomy words is quite difficult. I do not wish to point a finger at you and blame you for my current state. But I am sure you are aware of moments concerning certain situations and then something happens and it is called 'the last drop'. This is a last drop.

It is a matter of me being here and Leah being alone there. And Thor being no more. Once the Nine Realms faced a great peril, they were about to fall victim to Dark Asgard and its cruel mechanics. There was one solution. One way to undo it. Thor had to walk nine steps and fall. And by falling I do not refer to stumbling and landing with one's face in the mud. He had to die.

Our dearest All-Father had chosen to only salvage Asgard, deeming Midgard capable of dealing with that great Impending Doom by themselves. As we all know Odin is not always very good at making the right conclusions when peril looms. He is awfully stubborn.

I had to orchestrate the death of my own brother in order to save everyone.

Because, apparently, your spell pertained granting us a perfect life, a perfect world, Thor told me he forgave me for the atrocious thing I had to do to prevent another atrocious thing from happening. I do know that Thor understands. But I never could say goodbye, I never could ask. I do not wish to make this known to others. Strangely, the only one who knows that I caused Thor's death is your closest friend, my older self.

Regarding Leah. Imagine you wake up and Teddy is not next to you anymore. And you search and search, he is not there anymore. I miss her more than ever. I miss them both. And it aches.

To conclude this great essay of doom and gloom:

I am afraid to turn into what I have been. But I am equally afraid of losing those close to me. And that seems to be a recurring theme. And I am fond of recurring themes, but not this one. This one is gross and utterly selfish. Because one day I have to say goodbye to you, to Saori, to Helios, to Teddy Altering Man, to Patty. I dread these moments.

I do not fare well with goodbye's. I do not fare well when it comes to the concept of losing others. Therefore I am not well right now, the fear is growing inside of me. Still it is not my intention to dwell upon this forever, it is not my intention to not forgive you either. I have to figure out the great question of 'How?'

Still your friend,

- L. Laufeyson

PS: :-)

[Billy's lips quirk into a smile, crawling up on the bed with Teddy and wiggling under the covers as well, huddling up against his boyfriend for a bit to try and regain some of that lost warmth. Sitting around in nothing but his underwear? Probably not a great idea when it's this cold. He probably should've waited for Teddy to get undressed, but who can blame him for being eager?

The plus side is that Teddy is always such a pleasant temperature, so it shouldn't take too long for Billy to stop his slight shivers.]

Didn't really think this through, did I... sorry.

Have care. So is his idiocy. [He makes his move.]

I wouldn't say that. You got the hard part taken care of.

[Teddy trails his fingers down Billy's side, indicating his near-naked state. Then he frowns, remembering that yes, he does indeed still have his pants and shoes and socks on, and looks down at the blankets.]

Well, mostly. [He shifts his feet, making them smaller, easily kicking his shoes off because of it. The pants and socks can wait; there's a cold boyfriend by his side, and Teddy turns on his side and wraps an arm around his waist, fingers stroking circles into the small of Billy's back, their noses nearly touching.]

Wow, look at us. We didn't even make it to the springs.

[Billy smiles musingly and closes the distance between them with a tilt, tapping his noise against Teddy's. He slides an arm around the blond's shoulders, drawing him in. God, he's cozy.]

You know, I'm actually okay with this. The water'll still be there when we're finished, and we're here all week...

And no one's going to bother us. We've got this all to ourselves... We can practically do whatever we feel like doing.

[Unless someone comes up here to soak in the springs too, but Teddy doubts it. It is a little chilly to be going to the springs, after all.

With Billy pulling them closer, he might feel that Teddy's more than a little aroused now. It's still not quite fully, more like halfway now. But he's not fighting it. It'd be hard to do so now anyway, with Billy's body flushed up against his, the only thing keeping him from being completely naked being his underwear, just one little piece of cloth...]

[Whatever we feel like doing.

That, combined with the way Teddy draws him near, their bodies pressed close, makes Billy pause to take it in. It's an invitation as much as it is a promise, and Billy can't help but let his grip on Teddy tighten just a little, licking his lips. Whatever they want, huh...]

I can think of a few things we can do.

[And he feels like he might be sufficiently warmed up now. Even if he isn't, he's certain that things are about to get pretty heated, anyway. He leans in first, giving Teddy a long, tender kiss, then starts to draw away, slipping under the covers completely. He starts to kiss a line down Teddy's chest, working towards his stomach, and lower still, his hands trailing along Teddy's sides as he goes. He has a goal, here: to raise that half-mast erection by the time the underwear comes off.]

I won't. I promise, I won't...

[He's not sure how, considering this all happened because he was manipulated, but... there has to be a way of preventing it. Some kind of failsafe. Or even a power lock...

He'll be thinking about it, that's for sure.]

[That's what we are.

Family.

To hear it from Tommy, so casually, so... accepting of it, is huge. And he knows that his brother - his brother, for real and forever now - isn't one for hugs, but Billy can't do this sort of thing without some kind of physical contact. Not when it's this intense, this important.

Opting to meet him in the middle, since one arm is out of commission anyway, Billy reaches out and wraps his fingers around Tommy's hand, holding it between them and giving it a grateful squeeze. He'll hold on as long as Tommy will allow or until it starts to feel awkward, he's just... he's so glad.

So, so glad.]

...That is so, so messed up.

[It's pretty likely that Billy will reach that goal, seeing how just the sight of him looking him straight in the eyes and licking his lips made Teddy feel a couple of degrees too hot for an instant. God, Billy really has no idea just how sensual he can be...

And now that he's started to move, Teddy reclines and shuts his eyes, the hand against Billy's back sliding upward now that the brunet is moving. When Billy reaches his stomach, his breath flutters, stills, then lets out slowly when the kisses pass over it; he's determined not to let the past ruin the present experience, even if the nerves jolt to life in the worst way in that area.

But since he is determined, Teddy moves his other hand to stroke through Billy's hair, and he arches his hips with a pleased smile on his face when he feels Billy draw near the spot that's starting to strain for attention. Teddy does love to see what Billy's doing and loves looking at his face... but in a way, not seeing him just makes things even more sensitive.]

Hnnn... Keep going...

[Billy hums softly against Teddy's skin, his lips lingering once again around the area just above Teddy's groin. He shifts a little bit further down, still within Teddy's reach, moving his feet first to kick the shoes out from under the covers and off the bed - it's still wet outside even if they'd been inside long enough for them to dry, and letting them sit under there would be awkward once things start moving along - then pressing up against Teddy's. He still has pants around his knees and socks on, but Billy will make quick work of those with his feet. He doesn't have shape-shifting, but he does have slim and especially dexterous toes.

Meanwhile, his fingers hook around the band of Teddy's underwear, easing it down a bit, kissing every inch of newly exposed skin. Unable to see in the darkness under the covers, he's going by how Teddy feels and sounds, too.]

Yeah. Can you imagine the birthday gifts, though?

[ What is he.

Oh.

Damnit Billy. Tommy stares down at his hand and with a ~~tsundere as hell~~ irritable sigh, allows it. ] Are you like, part barnacle or something?

[Billy isn't sure what to think when he gets that message, reading it over a few times, giving it time to sink in. It's pretty heavy stuff, not just because of the damage he'd caused, but knowing the background for it, Loki's grief from home on top of everything...

He can't imagine losing Teddy the way Loki's lost Leah, not once but twice now. And that, too, is heavy knowledge.

He doesn't spend too much time dwelling on it. Decision made, Billy sets aside his journal and heads down the hall to Loki's apartment, knocking on the door. This sort of thing ought to be handled in person.]

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