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[Okay, so. Post-draft, he's given himself a few days of seclusion and bed-rest (apparently being infected with a zombie virus is exhausting), and even Billy can freely admit to himself that he's been pretty depressed lately, a fact for which he feels no shame considering that depression was well and truly earned. One can only spend so much time fretting, moping, and dwelling on one's own misery for so long, however, and today? He's decided that enough is enough. Billy will be going out today, limping around the village and visiting the people who were on the draft whose fate he's still uncertain of. The ones he can't find or has no reason to actually visit, he'll check with a light location spell, and he'll spend a few hours at Seventh Heaven people-watching out the window while he doodles in a book that Teddy had given him containing a series of patterns (much like this) that resemble inkblogs, and bit by bit Billy's turning them into something like this instead. It's been a tiring week, though, so you could always catch him napping on the table, instead.
At some point he'll attempt to find Peter, and when both a location spell and a teleport fails, he tries to teleport to the apartment he'd been staying at instead, finding it almost completely emptied. All he manages to dig up is a small cartridge that, after a moment of scrutiny, he identifies as a web fluid cartridge. His fanboyish glee at the discovery is tempered by the fact that the empty apartment means one more piece of bad news.
After his visits and window-watching is done, he'll return home to make the announcement, along with one more message-]
Hey out there... just wanted to let his friends know that Peter Parker went home. So... sorry. Yeah.
[Locked to Loki]
...We still on for tomorrow, or do you want to take a break? Because... you know. [Draft. Awfulness all around. He wouldn't blame Loki if he wanted to take a week off.
Later on in the evening he'll be over at Ben's barbeque, if anyone wants to bother him while he's there.]
At some point he'll attempt to find Peter, and when both a location spell and a teleport fails, he tries to teleport to the apartment he'd been staying at instead, finding it almost completely emptied. All he manages to dig up is a small cartridge that, after a moment of scrutiny, he identifies as a web fluid cartridge. His fanboyish glee at the discovery is tempered by the fact that the empty apartment means one more piece of bad news.
After his visits and window-watching is done, he'll return home to make the announcement, along with one more message-]
Hey out there... just wanted to let his friends know that Peter Parker went home. So... sorry. Yeah.
[Locked to Loki]
...We still on for tomorrow, or do you want to take a break? Because... you know. [Draft. Awfulness all around. He wouldn't blame Loki if he wanted to take a week off.
Later on in the evening he'll be over at Ben's barbeque, if anyone wants to bother him while he's there.]
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I dunno... think of all the trouble I could get into if I was left here on my own.
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[Jeez, he almost expects Billy to start purring, or to grow cat ears or knead his hands or something. Which means he ought to pay attention to that spot a little more, at least a minute longer, before moving downward again.]
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[Billy's voice his distant, almost like he's drifting- not exactly sleepy, but definitely satisfied. He's not paying that much attention to what's being said, caught up in the pleasure of the much-needed footrub (and Teddy's magic fingers, of course).]
If you left, I'd miss you... you're the best quality, um...
[Train of thought: derailed.]
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I think 'entertainment' is the word you're looking for. [And then he shrugs, his hands moving back up now that he's reached the heel.] Well, at least I know I'm not boring you to tears.
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[The tone is mild, but multi-faceted; outwardly he's still talking about the joke of Teddy being with the Malnosso, but inwardly...
...yeah, the thought of being trapped here alone is something he hasn't forgotten, a fear that is ever-present in this place. With Teddy being here for as long as he has now, it's faded to background noise, but any time he sees that someone's been sent home, he can't relax until a quick locating spell reassures him that his boyfriend and brother are still with him.]
[Action]
As he slides his thumb along the bottom of Billy's foot, Teddy lifts it up to press a tender kiss against it, eyes shut and a little smile still on his face. After that, he lowers it to pamper it with his magic fingers some more.]
Same goes for you, too.
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Then, after a pause, he pushes against the sheets to sit up a bit, lifting a brow.]
...Did I just get a prince to kiss my feet?
[This is too serious- he wants to keep up the casual atmosphere, and this topic is treading too close to the line.]
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Billy... [It's still so weird to him. He's never been royalty, he was always just some odd kid who tried to fit in. Now he's some prince? A rather bad prince at that.
But in retaliation, he suddenly glances up with a smirk.]
I can do more than that. [He says as he lifts up Billy's foot again to give his big toe a playful nip.]
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Bring it on, your majesty.
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[The words are muffled at best thanks to the toe between his teeth, and he's more joking than anything, seeing how that blush on his cheeks fights back his shifting defenses; he could easily make a crown, just as he could make himself appear to be wearing clothes, but actually wearing one would just feel. Weird.
So instead of following through with his comment, Teddy instead pokes at Billy's toe with his tongue, brows lifting and thumb tapping lightly against the bottom of his foot. Should he really keep going with this, or go back to the nice foot massage?]
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[Billy shivers at the feel of Teddy's tongue on him, biting on his lower lip, his imagination making the gesture a hell of a lot more intimate than it already is. His fingers tighten in the blankets, watching the blond closely. Leave it to a lover to make something as simple as a massage... well, this.]
[Action]
Teddy can't really answer with his mouth occupied, so he doesn't respond for now; instead, he shuts his eyes, closes his lips around his toe, and gives it a gentle and teasing suck, the hand that was still massaging the other foot moving over to slide up his pants leg a little.
And with that done, he looks up at his boyfriend through his lashes, smirks again, then pulls away from his foot - it's probably super dirty, but whatever. Now he has something else in mind.]
I'd probably sooner play frisbee with it than wear it.
[Now that Billy's pants leg is rolled up, Teddy brushes his lips against his ankle, then further up the shin, until his lips brush against fabric and cease his journey.]
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Damn the man for being so fabulous even when he's biting someone's toes.]
H-ha...a crown frisbee, then. Maybe I should just get you a dog.
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[In fact he'd love a dog; Teddy's always wanted one, they could just never afford to feed another mouth while living comfortably like they did, nor was a small New York apartment the best home for a dog, especially a large one like Teddy would prefer.
But enough about dogs. Yes, they do have somewhere to go later, and yes, Billy's leg is still pretty injured, but they can do other things, right?
Like Teddy moving his lips to Billy's inner thigh and one hand up to rest over the front of his pants, where he flicks the zipper teasingly.]
Mm, jeez, B, it was just a foot massage... [Of course he knows he did a lot more than that.]
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Something for later. Right now Teddy's got a hand near his crotch and he feels like he's getting teased now. Somewhat frustrated, he reaches out to stroke his hair through Teddy's hair, gently at first, then getting himself a good handful to tug. It's not intended to be painful, just urgent.]
Shut up and come up here already.
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And you call me impatient. [Now to actually follow through with that request by getting up on his hands and knees, then crawling upwards a couple paces before lowering himself enough to press a hungry kiss to Billy's lips, a slight flush to his cheeks as well. This is good, definitely good, and Teddy figures he can keep this up before moving on down to finish things off.]
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[It's all he has the time to speak, because suddenly they're kissing, and all he can think is finally. He's been wanting to do that ever since Teddy got his tongue involved. His arms wind around Teddy's neck, pulling him closer and eagerly opening up to the kiss. He's pretty sure he knows what his boyfriend was intending to do next, and he figures they ought to have some reciprocity first- before he does something selfish like doze off.]
[Action]
... And yeah, he'd rather you not doze off either, Billy.]
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Okay.
Billy groans softly into the kiss, one hand sliding up to sift through Teddy's hair as his hips lift to meet the other boy's. When he feels a hand brush past his pants, he inhales somewhat shakily, moving his unoccupied hand to tug Teddy's shirt upwards to expose the blond's back. If bare skin is on the menu, he's game to enjoy it as well.]
[Action]
Yes, he knows, somewhat hazily, that they can't go all the way, don't really have the time for it. But damn, he can definitely still tease about it, especially since this is pretty much the only time he ever really wants to talk like this.]
[Action]
...mm- ...'m gonna wash your mouth out... with soap, Altman...
[Action]
[Teddy shuts his eyes and presses his cheek to Billy's temple while he nibbles against his neck, the sensations making his fingers curl into the pillow and a weak grin to grace his lips. It's honestly getting a little harder to remember that they have a barbeque to attend soon - rather, remember that they should be there on time. Not when they can be doing so much better things, like Teddy sliding his hand further up Billy's shirt to caress his abdominal muscles and his lower torso, then down, to unbutton those pesky pants that are in the way.
But... But. Teddy does not move his head away, because he'd like to keep up the contact too, though he take in a hiss of a breath before whispering heavily.]
You know... we've got somewhere to go later.
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[Late? Occupied? He figures Teddy will get the idea, since his prerogative is to drag his tongue over the red mark he'd left in Teddy's neck while it lasts.]
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I don't think we care. [It's said rather bluntly, and it's punctuated by the way Teddy ducks his head to nip against Billy's shoulder. He's pretty sure no one will give them any trouble for being a little late, anyway.]
[Action]
TLC. He promised Teddy there would be TLC. That shouldn't have a time limit.
...Whatever, he really doesn't care.]