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How bizarre. Is that actually good news?

[Teddy keeps his eyes shut for a moment longer, lips parted and breathing in time with the shifting Billy's doing, enjoying every second of it. While his shifting and healing may have taken the bite of it out, it's still been weeks since he felt the sensation of Billy moving inside him, so he finds himself needing a moment to get used to it again. Billy moving so gently and not even thrusting yet helps out a great deal, and soon enough, Teddy's opening his eyes again to gaze up at him.

... God, he looks so beautiful. Poised above him, his face flushed and obviously loving the sensation they'd both missed so much, and the way he's being so gentle with him, arms on either side of him to give him his full attention, and - and the way he looks at him, dark with desire and -

And love, like Teddy's the only one in his reality, stocky and hard angles and big muscles and plain looks and slight chub and all.

The pure honesty in that expression makes warmth bloom in his chest and spread upward to make him smile, and he finds himself lifting his head enough to press their foreheads together, those same emotions reflected in his own darker eyes.]

I love you...

[Billy trembles slightly against him, and he leans into the touch of the other boy's forehead, eyes clenching and panting quietly for a moment. Those words mean so much to him, despite the fact that he's heard them so many times before; to hear that love, that support, the trust and adoration in his voice... and to see it in his eyes, too. Definitely feel it in his body.

He takes a shuddering breath, his voice barely above a whisper, trusting Teddy's powerful hearing to catch his response.]

I love you, too... I love you so much... I love you, just like this...

[Just like this. In his form, the natural one, the body Teddy's most comfortable in. He could make himself look like anything and Billy would love him if Teddy was happy with it. It's something they'd both come to understand long ago, and since he's the one who ruined that, he desperately wants to remind Teddy of that promise, again and again. To love him, to cherish and admire and be attracted to whatever skin Teddy wears. Because the choice is Teddy's, not his. Because Teddy's beautiful when he's happy.

Gently, experimentally, he moves his hips in a soft, steady thrust to get them started. But his eyes are open again now, and he keeps them trained on the love of his life, watching his face, his body, the reactions he finds there. This is what he wants.]

I would think so. I mean, I generally prefer the one over the other, but that's just me.

I'm just trying to think what kind of horrible mistake I made in a previous mistake that might cause Steve Rogers to like me at all.

[Just like this.

Teddy shudders because of that. Not long ago, he considered it utterly impossible to be lucky enough to find someone who loved him for who he is rather than what he looked like, and far beyond impossible to find that in a guy. And yet here he is, making love with someone who's just like that, someone who amazes him with every day that passes, someone who loves him no matter what form he takes. And Teddy believes every word, can look into his eyes and see the truth of them all, and definitely feel it in his body. It's breathtaking, considering how Teddy had been doubting everything he knew about Billy for a while, and he shuts his eyes and takes in a deep breath as he lets his head drop back down to the pillow.

And he lets that breath out with a quiet moan as Billy gets things started, head tilting back further and fingers curling against his lover. They're not at the mind-blowing part yet, but it feels like forever since they did this, moved and felt everything as one, that it already feels great. If it's like this already, then Teddy knows, knows it'll be absolutely amazing later on.

Once the initial sensation fades enough to be a steady thrum of pleasure, Teddy opens his own eyes to look up at the love of his life, watching the emotions in his eyes and face, feeling humbled by the fact that Billy's doing the same. And now that Teddy has a good idea on what rhythm Billy's going with, he steadies his grip on Billy's waist to start moving his own hips, meeting each thrust with his own. It's a little off at first, a little awkward, but Teddy soon gets it and moves right along with him.]

[Teddy's moan is stirring in all the best and deepest parts of him, and Billy grimaces briefly, resisting the urge to charge right into thrusting before he caves a little to it, his hips jerking forward, his eagerness showing. The ease of his movement tells him that Teddy's probably ready for it, but he doesn't want to rush this yet. The build-up is so much better than the swift and hard rutting they used to do on occasion, that had become one of his favourite style of sex. It used to be a thrill, driven by haste and hormones. It was such a huge part of him, his powers, that energy, electricity, practically imbued in his very skin, woven through his personality. It showed, when he took Teddy instead of the other way around. That rush of electrified spark that made him push and push and explode at the peak of that power.

He can't do that anymore. Not yet. There's a wall of hesitation holding him back, held together with a quiet desire for something soft, something familiar, something gentle. A reassurance for the both of them that this wasn't about just sex, or charging his batteries or whatever. It's about them, as a team, building one another up, pushing and pulling and just... being.

And maybe someday they can be like they were before. Maybe someday he can do it that way again. But not yet. He picks up his speed again, slower this time, shifting his hands to let them slide through Teddy's hair as he uses his elbows for support instead, relishing in the feel and the scent of him. Slowly, slowly, but a bit faster with every moment that passes. It's so much better, more suited to the jittery and re-developing creature their relationship had become.

It gets better.

It'll get so much better.]

[Teddy can tell that Billy's trying to take it slow - if the way he went a little harder only to slow it down tells him anything. He loves whatever style he chooses to take him with, but admittedly, the hard and fast way that Billy prefers to do so is one of Teddy's favorites. With his strength, durability and healing power, feeling Billy jerk his hips and push harder and harder inside him and hit that magical spot of his over and over again would unwind Teddy completely and leave him an exhausted (if only briefly), yet happy mess on the bed.

But this? This is exactly what he prefers for the same reasons Billy's trying to stick with it. This isn't just about unwinding or having fun or feeling all the pleasant sensations that come with sex, although it was never just those things for Teddy. It's about doing this together, climbing the mountain they'd been shying away from and yet longing for as a team, until the both of them reach that peak. Pushing, pulling, taking, giving, helping each other until the end, that wonderful end that's always one of the best parts of this. It's about everything that sex with Billy is about when it comes to Teddy; feeling him all over, above and around and inside, taking in his scent and heat, doing something so incredibly intimate together.

Teddy certainly wouldn't mind being taken forcefully again in the future. But right now, this is what they need, even if he wouldn't mind at all if Billy gave in a little. The hands in his hair feels wonderful, as it's always a sensual feeling in the midst of sex, and Teddy tightens his grip on Billy's hair in return as he tilts his head back and sets free breathy sounds, both from every touch Billy gives him and the hard length that just barely grazes his prostate, just shy of making any ounce of coherency leave Teddy for good.

And, even though he knows where Billy's mouth was just minutes ago, Teddy still tilts his head, and pulls on Billy's hair enough, to drag him into an openly passionate, yet tenderly slow kiss. Words are pretty useless to him right now, so he tries to pour everything into the kiss instead.]

Edited 2014-01-08 06:13 (UTC)

[What a way to start the new year. Pepper left, Natasha left... Ororo's departure still bothers Teddy, even if he doesn't show it. Good people have left them, and in Billy's case, some unresolved issues went right along with them, leaving behind a sense of guilt and hopelessness.

Well. Teddy's determined to give them something to be happier about. With the lakes frozen over, he ends up thinking about the times at home when he and his mother or his friends would go ice skating. He's no expert by any means, but it was fun. And he never recalled seeing Billy do it in the time he knew him. And without a lot to do in Luceti...

He flops over the back of the couch where Billy is, arms folded over the top of it and looking down at him.]

So. We're going out.

[Billy had been busily keeping himself occupied with some harmless reading (he's working his way through The Lord of the Rings for the eighth time, because nothing relaxes him quite like a romp through Middle Earth), so Teddy's sudden announcement is a complete surprise. He'd expected it to just be a quiet afternoon at home or something. It's not like he's been in much of a mood to do anything else lately, with all the crap that's been going on.

...Dammit, now he feels bad about that. It shows a little in his eyes when he tilts his head back and blinks up at Teddy, curiosity and concern in his expression. Has he been ignoring Teddy again? It wasn't intentional...!]

"Out"?

Yeah. Out. Outside. [Teddy reaches down to ruffle Billy's hair with a smile on his face; no, Billy hadn't been ignoring Teddy. He just feels a change of scenery is in order.] Which means you ought to bundle up and get ready to go.

[And to prove that he's serious, Teddy reaches down behind the couch, and when he pops up again, he's dropping Billy's coat onto his arm.]

[Wow, okay, he's serious. Billy slowly and reluctantly bookmarks the novel, because seriously, outside it is cold, but he does it because Teddy seems really interested in whatever he's plotting. So okay, he can brave the cold and/or play along. Teddy deserves some fun.]

Is there a particular reason that we're going out today? Did I forget something? Or are you just feeling the cabin fever?

[Though they'd been at school all morning, so that's probably not it.]

Is "because I feel like it" an acceptable enough answer?

[Teddy makes his way to the door to grab his own coat, a duffle bag carrying all that he needs beside it. There's a pause as he slides the coat on, and - ]

Or if you want more than that, "things have been crappy lately, and we usually get away for a while when that happens, so this is our getting away".

...I will accept either of those answers.

[It's been more than a month since their anniversary, anyway. They're probably due. And they have been getting progressively better - with themselves, each other, and the rest of the population in general - but there are still... days. Days that don't merit thinking about.

Teddy's right. So with a quiet exhale he pushes himself off the couch, zipping his hoodie and pulling the coat on. He adds a scarf and mitts to the set because what is body heat, and glances over at Teddy.]

Okay, ready. Do your worst, or lead on, or whatever.

[All Teddy has on is his coat, because that's really all he needs. Duffle bag in one hand, Teddy unlocks and opens the door with the other, then takes Billy's hand to lead him on. It's an uneventful trip downstairs, but once they're outside, Teddy gets his arm around Billy to pull him to his side. Space heater is here for you, bf.]

We're going to one of the lakes. Kind of a long walk, but it'll be worth it.

[The incredulous look Billy gets on his face at that is kind of impressive.]

The lake? Did Tommy dare you to see if Skrees will freeze in ice water? Because I have no desire to be a part of- [Murder-suicide? ....Nope, nope, nope.] ...That.

[And Teddy gives him an incredulous look right back, because what Billy, how was that the first thing to jump to your head. Also Skrees. What.]

Yeah, no. I'm not jumping to be a part of the polar bear club. Besides, the lake's frozen over. [He hefts the bag over his shoulder, the skates within coming to mind when he thinks about the lake.] And I don't feel like punching through ice just to test a theory.

Edited 2014-01-09 00:39 (UTC)

[What, it's a totally legit hybrid term that he just invented to sass at you with.

That bag is kind of suspicious, so Billy's eyeing it now that they're out the door, though he can't see it very well when he's pressed up against Teddy's side. Hmmm. Was that a clinking he heard?]

Okay, no swimming. Good. So am I right in assuming that it's some kind of surprise, and you're not going to tell me what we're up to?

[Not legit since there's only one Skrull/Kree hybrid in the entire universe, and besides why does he have to have the same name as the squeal fangirls let out.]

Yup. [He rubs Billy's shoulder, then looks down at him with a half smile.] You've got to promise not to back out of it, too. Or at least give the surprise a try.

[It's adorable, shush and submit to your fate.

Billy quirks a brow, still dubious. His track record for keeping promises lately isn't exactly stellar, after all.]

The latter, I'll give you. Cautiously. You know I'm not great with surprises.

[Admittedly, Teddy-surprises are better than other surprises pretty much always.]

Certain surprises, anyway. [It kind of reminds him that he needs to think about what to do for Billy's birthday. Damn, between their anniversary, Christmas, and Billy's birthday, that's a lot of things to think up for him...]

And since I don't want to get any closer to ruining the surprised, we'll talk about something else instead.

[Which is easy to do - again, something Teddy's grateful for ever since that awful month, when getting Billy to talk to him had been a rarity. They talk until they reach the lake which, as Teddy knew already, has a thick sheet of ice over it.]

Ah. Here we are.

[In part, Billy's disappointed; he keeps getting this feeling that he's not going to like whatever Teddy has planned, so falling into easy, familiar conversation had made him much less uncertain about it all. And now that they're here, that unease is coming back with a vengeance. What the heck would Teddy want to do at an abandoned, frozen lake?]

Okay... so what's the plan now?

[With that question, Teddy squats down, unzips the duffle bag, aaaand pulls out two pairs of skates, one larger and one smaller. He holds the both of them up, an innocent grin on his face.]

Ice skating. [And in the next beat, Teddy rocks to his butt to start pulling off his shoes. Sure, he could shift some skates on. But it is so uncomfortable to skate on what is essentially his own bare feet.]

[.....

.....

Fuck.]

Skating?

[Oh god. His boyfriend is trying to kill him.]

Skating.

[He sets the smaller skates beside his boyfriend - the right size, he checked - and starts to pull his own on and lace them up.]

What, don't know how?

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