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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.]

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[Oh are they- oh. Oh.

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.]

[The feel of Billy's hand against his bare back makes Teddy let out a quiet groan into the kiss. Okay then. He pulls back to break the kiss, only to tilt his head to whisper in Billy's ear, first with sweet nothings as he slides his hand from Billy's pants to under his shirt instead, and then he ends up whispering rather dirty nothings instead, punctuating it with a push of his hips.

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.]

[Billy's fingers scrape lightly over the skin of Teddy's back, both feet pressed against the bed to brace himself as he lifts his hips to rub against the blond. This is starting to make him seriously consider being late to the barbeque, because- well, because. The words Teddy's whispering in his ear are only goading him on, and he tilts his head to nibble roughly against his boyfriend's neck. He doesn't really care if it won't leave any marks- he just really wants to keep up the contact right now.]

...mm- ...'m gonna wash your mouth out... with soap, Altman...

Ha... Well, that'd sure be a... a turn off. Besides, you - like it, Kaplan.

[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.

...'as the word... [His reply is barely intelligible, muffled by his lips on Teddy's neck, his good leg lifting to hook around the other boy's knee. From his position - and with his head buried against skin and blond hair - he can't see the clock, but he'd come home late enough for them not to have that much time.] ...Do we. Um. [Bite.] Do we care if we're...

[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.]

Nnnh. [That was supposed to be an intelligent and coherent answer, but with all the wonderful things Billy's doing to his neck, that's about all Teddy can manage. He keeps his eyes shut and takes in a slow breath as the mark on his neck begins to heal, taking about five seconds until it looks as if nothing ever touched it. It's something of a record, though, and the small tingles of pain and pleasure melt away (and it's times like this that Teddy really wishes he didn't have such fast healing factor), enough for him to actually give a good response.]

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.]

Ha. Good answer. [It's all the words he has the patience for, one hand brushing knuckles between Teddy's shoulderblades, the other sliding down to sneak a few slim fingers down the back of his pants. it's not like they're going to miss the party, it's just... um.

TLC. He promised Teddy there would be TLC. That shouldn't have a time limit.

...Whatever, he really doesn't care.]

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