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Hey, ah... Vision - I mean, Jonas - of the Young Avengers got sent home. Sorry, if you knew him.

[Why is he always full of bad news? Ugh... let’s try to be less depressing for a while.]

There’s something else I wanted to talk about today: since I got here almost a year ago I’ve noticed how there’s this huge range of cultural norms across the multiverse- which makes sense, different worlds have different standards, I get it. People who are accepted in one world aren’t tolerated in another. Luceti’s kind of an anomaly, where there’s really not much, if any prejudice. I mean, there’s the whole Malnosso versus Us mentality, but that’s because of what they do, not what they are. Basically what I’m saying is that I think that’s great, and I want to do my part to keep encouraging that universal acceptance here for the people who might not be able to get it back where they come from, open up discussions to people who might not be sure about who or what they are, um...

Okay, this is a really roundabout way of saying I want to start an LGBT club. If you don’t know what that means, here’s a breakdown:

[Below is a jotted list-

L = Lesbian = girls attracted to girls
G = Gay = guys attracted to guys
B = Bisexual = guys and girls attracted to BOTH guys and girls
T = Transgender = People who feel like they were born in the body of the wrong gender (or genderfluid)
*Q = Questioning = Anyone not sure about the above or if they apply

And then it returns to voice.]

Those are really oversimplified, and there's still a lot of other words people use to define themselves, but you get the gist of it. I’d really like to meet up with anyone who matches any those descriptions, or feels like they might, or are just curious about it. I’m gonna put up some posters with suggested meeting times and places, but if you have any questions or just want to talk about it, you can use the journal (it’s okay to be anonymous!) or come right to the school. I’ve got a table set up and I’ll be here pretty much all day. I don't know if this is going to go anywhere, but it's worth a shot, right?

One last thing- we’re looking to make this a safe place, so if you plan to come just to make fun of people: we have a Hulk.

[And true to his word, Billy will be at the school, curled up in a chair at a plain table littered with papers. He’s designing posters and doodling various symbols to use for logos. Come bother him if you like?]

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[The attention earns a shiver of his own, and he shuts his eyes briefly to enjoy the sensations. Billy playing with his piercings like that always feels particularly nice, after all. At the whisper, Teddy opens his eyes slightly, a quiet chuckle escaping him.]

All right, Captain Reynolds. Maybe you're getting there.

[Billy doesn't respond immediately this time; he's too busy giving an earlobe - and a couple of the hoops - a good teasing suckle. He loves doing this, both for how Teddy responds to it and how the cool metal feels on his tongue. They are getting awfully close to dipping past a RG rating, which is about as far as they're allowed to go in the school entrance way.]

If you're that shy about it, I do know an invisibility spell now.

[Teddy almost shuts his eyes again, though he instead finds himself glancing towards the door - anyone could walk in, after all, especially since Billy invited people to come along. Yet he still bites his lower lip and moves his free hand up to brush his nails against the side of Billy's neck, both to encourage and to provide some stimulation as well.]

I hope that invisibility spell's got some kind of soundproofing. [Because he's not sure how someone would react to a chair that might occasionally scrape the floor or give heavy breathing or whatever noises they might make, even while trying to be quiet.]

Two spells at once, huh... now we're getting really fancy.

[He shifts a bit closer, mouth dropping from Teddy's ear to trail down his neck, letting what he can hear be enough of a warning in case he needs to pull back. They're close enough to the door that the sound of it opening would be a good warning.]

The guy's washroom is just around the corner, though. If you'd rather have some privacy.

[At this point he kind of would too.]

In that case, we won't be needing invisibility.

[Locking the doors is just as effective. And maybe some soundproofing anyway, just so that anyone who walks by won't know what they're doing.

He tilts his head to give his boyfriend more room to work, eyes drifting shut a bit against his will, and slides his hand up to thread his fingers through Billy's hair and grip lightly at the back.]

So what're we waiting for...?

One of us to stop, presumably.

[Another couple seconds of neck-nibbling, and Billy finally, reluctantly draws back, half-turning to face the table again. He snags a pencil and scribbles out a quick-and-dirty "back in 15 minutes" sign, though he does it with only one hand- the other is wound around Teddy's, fingers twined, reluctant to break full contact.

Once the sign is finished and on the table, he stands and starts tugging Teddy with him. Focusing on a spell during a make-out session sounds like way less fun than working around the thrill of getting caught.]

[Just before Billy drags him way, Teddy doodles a quick =) at the bottom of the sign, and he manages to not ruin the smile even when Billy tugs at his hand to get him moving. He can't help letting out a quiet little laugh when he's up and following his boyfriend; it's from the fact that Billy's so eager to pull him along, and also that they're doing something like this in a school. God, they're such teenagers.

Once they're in the restroom, Teddy pushes the door shut behind him, then presses his back against the door while his free hand moves the latch on the door, bolting it shut.]

Now... [He glances at Billy's lips, and his hand moves from the lock to the other's waist, just taking a quick few seconds before they inevitably get caught up in each other to take in his boyfriend's features and revel in it.]

[Billy's brows lift at the clicking of the lock, lips curving into a gentle, teasing smile. Teddy's doing that thing again, where he just looks and is so ridiculously sweet about it; he's always torn between embarrassment and pride when this happens, because he's not sure what Teddy sees in him but it's always a pleasure to see it in the other boy's eyes. He ducks his head a little under the scrutiny, hands lifting to curl in Teddy's shirt to keep him close, a light blush crossing his cheeks. God, they haven't even started, and he already feels like they've been at it for an hour.

Damn Teddy and the effect he has on him.]

Now. Should we be setting a timer? I don't trust our self-control...

[Teddy raises his own eyebrows at that, winding his other arm around Billy's waist to edge his hand under his shirt, fingers tracing along his bare back. It's always so nice when Billy actually sees what Teddy's feeling, what with Teddy himself relying more on actions than on words, and when Billy becomes the shy one because of it rather than Teddy. Honestly, he could spend the rest of their fifteen minutes just like this and be perfectly happy.

But, well. They did come in here for a reason. He leans in closer, enough to gently bump his forehead against Billy's.]

We didn't exactly bring a timer with us. Besides... [Teddy moves his head down, enough to press a few kisses to Billy's jawline, then down to his neck.] If you think about it... we've got plenty of time.

[Depends on when someone sees the sign and if they'll really be looking at the time, etc etc.]

Mm... not like I can stop time or anything...

[His fingers tighten a little, eyes closing, finding it a little difficult to focus on conversation with Teddy doing that to his neck. After a long moment - and a muffled groan - he manages to slide his hands up to wind around the blond's neck, fingers toying with the soft strands of hair at his nape. He licks his lips, edging closer and tucking a knee between Teddy's legs; they've always fit so neatly together like this.]

Or- well, maybe I could. But we'd probably get in trouble...

Stopping time is... probably shooting a little too far, B.

[Not that he doesn't think Billy can do it; on the contrary, it's because he knows he can do it. And getting drunk on power is always the first step to being a butthead about it, so Teddy likes to gently remind him even if they're joking around.

That's a little far from his mind though, considering how he pushes Billy's collar aside to press his lips against the exposed flesh, then adds teeth to the equation, working on a mark that can easily be hidden by his shirt. The hand at Billy's hip brushes its way around the hem of his pants, and the tips of his fingers deep below it once they reach his belly button.]

This is way more fun, anyway. And... if someone comes by ten minutes later, they're going to think... they still have fifteen minutes to wait. [Bite.]

Spoilsport. Let me dream.

[There's no magic in the air at that response, though, only the quiet hum of Billy's approval as he tilts his head to the side, giving Teddy more room to work at his neck. He gasps quietly at the feel of teeth on his skin, back arching to press his body teasingly up against the blond's, hands gripping the back of his head to hold him there. Clearly if they're just here for fifteen minutes they're both determined to make an impression in the time that they're allowed.]

You are, um... I mean, you make- ah- very convincing argument.

Mmm.

[There's not much else Teddy can say, what with his mouth latched to Billy's neck like this. It's tempting to move a little further up, giving him a mark that he can't hide, let everyone else know what they were up to... but he's not that mean, nor quite that shameless. Better to hide it and just let him know that it's there.

His hands slide around as he starts finishing up, moving to grope Billy's ass (why yes, he is quite appreciative of it) and pull him further against him, making their hips push together. The sudden sensation makes Teddy lift his head and give a sharp intake of breath, and then he finds himself looking down at his boyfriend. Teddy himself looks a little flushed and just slightly breathless, eyes lidded as stares into those light brown eyes that he could lose himself in.]

Billy...

[The tone is quiet and whispered, and it's about all he says before he moves in to kiss him deeply, one hand sliding under his shirt and up his back. Making an impression in the time that they're allowed indeed.]

[Billy can't respond this time, and he doesn't care enough to try; his mouth is pretty much occupied, and he's fine with that. He moans quietly against Teddy's lips, eyes clenching, and while one hand remains high in Teddy's hair, the other lowers to tease over the waistband of the blond's pants, dipping in to find the bare skin beneath. Every touch of his boyfriend, every kiss and brush and noise elicits a response, and all of them encouraging more.

He's really starting to wish they were at home, and therefore both in a privacy situation and without responsibilities, but he was the one who planned this whole excursion, so after a moment he pulls his hand back up - with a quietly disappointed grumble into Teddy's mouth - and keeps his hand on a hip instead. Still pressing against skin, still teasing and touching, but... behaving. A bit.

They are in a school, after all.]

[And in a public bathroom, no less. Teddy has no fear of germs, but that's gross even for him. So he keeps tame as well - somewhat tame, at least, seeing how both his hands remain where they are, beneath Billy's clothes and all. Even with this, it's still hot and heavy and Teddy can feel it with the both of them, the way they touch and grab and moan.

Sure, there's a small amount of disappointment at the thought that they can't really get any further than this, but even still, this here is okay. He breaks from the kiss, only long enough to take in a couple of breaths and whisper against Billy's lips.]

Just making out? [Not that he gives him much time to answer, seeing how he's capturing his lips again and moving his hands as if he can't get enough of touching his boyfriend - his back and sides and arms and chest and god, he so wishes he could just throw his clothes off right there.]

Edited 2013-05-01 09:04 (UTC)

Mmph.

[Billy doesn't even bother trying to answer for a while this time, just diving right back into the make-out session with gusto, intent to make the most of the time they've got left. Despite his determination to keep it strictly clothes-on he remains close, body pressed against Teddy's, and it's a long while before he finally breaks free for air and stays separated, kissing and nibbling along Teddy's jaw and neck instead.]

We could always- mm- play with your wings instead- mmf-

Might be - ah - bad idea right now.

[Depending on circumstances, a lot like this one really, playing with their wings could just end up making things even more heated. That doesn't stop Teddy from tipping his head to give Billy more room and slide his fingers into the other's hair, holding him and keeping him in place. His other hand moves up as well, where he brushes his fingers from Billy's ribcage and down to his hip, then stays there, keeping his boyfriend close and pressed against him.

When he feels like he can, Teddy lowers his head to press a few nips of his own against Billy's shoulder, though he soon ends up drifting it back again with a low, quiet groan. God, the things Billy does to him...]

Edited 2013-05-03 10:27 (UTC)

[Billy's only reply is a soft, muffled laugh against Teddy's neck, giving in to the temptation to tease a bit and sliding a hand over to brush gently over the feathers of his wings. He's just full of bad ideas, he can't really help himself. Besides, it's not like Teddy isn't tempting him just as badly, with his hands where they are. He's just leveling the field here.

Probably a good thing they picked the bathroom, though- at least they can use some cold water to simmer down afterwards. Should help... a bit.]

[The reaction is near immediate: Teddy gasps quietly at the feel of fingers brushing against his feathers, and he arches his back and pushes his head back against the door, pulling Billy's hip up against his to increase the sensation. As if his mind is still on their feather-painting earlier, a burst of color follows Billy's fingers, starting out thick and then ending in speckles, as if he splattered paint against those spots.

Honestly, they're very quickly tiptoeing over the line of "just making out".]

Hn... You're - ha, making this really hard, Billy... [He might have a double meaning there, he might not. Either way, he lowers his hand, previously fisted in Billy's hair, to slide his fingers down the back of his neck and towards the other's wings.]

Really hard, huh. I think I can actually tell.

[There's certainly a pressure between them that hadn't been there a minute ago. Another quiet laugh, and Billy's gaze lifts just enough to spot the burst of colour on Teddy's wings. He's intrigued enough that it distracts him from the neck-kissing he'd been quietly working away at, instead shifting his hand to tease at the upper curve of the wing closest to him. Is that intentional, or just an instinctive reaction to the touch? He's never seen Teddy do that before.]

[Teddy chooses not to respond to that, just moves his head forward to press against Billy's shoulder, a quiet sound escaping with the feeling of his boyfriend's fingers stroking along the curve of his wing. God, what is he doing to him - those same colors follow, just as messy and splattered as ever. It does take a conscious effort to do, but - even if he's (physically) getting in trouble for it, it's worth it to see Billy's interest.

Still, his hand keeps moving down, and soon enough, he's touching Billy's feathers as well, and he lets out an amused little snort against his shoulder. Two can play at this game, Kaplan.]

[Billy is too busy marveling at the fascinating shift of colours on his boyfriend's wings to notice where his hands are, so when they make contact with his own wings he inhales sharply, knees half-buckling until he regains his balance, burying his face against Teddy's neck again. A shiver runs down his spine, starting at the base of the wings, and his fingers curl gently in the feathers, fluffing them a bit.]

I should've expected that...

[Teddy's arm curls from his hip to around his waist when Billy loses his balance, keeping him close and up against him, though that just makes lovely sensations occur as well. It's a damn good thing he's got a locked door to lean his hips against, lest he loses his own balance and sends them both to the floor. Instead of potential embarrassment, he keeps his face against Billy's shoulder, a shiver of his own running down his spine, and he finds his fingers curling against Billy's feathers as well.

Once he feels his boyfriend's balance return and - and still teasing his feathers, Teddy lifts his head enough to press his forehead against Billy's head, as much as he can with his face still in his neck, and brushes his lips against his jawline, his nose against the back of his cheek.]

I don't think... this counts as "just making out"...

[Billy's initial response is a quiet groan, mumbling something incoherent and vaguely resembling mouths being on places other than boyfriend's mouths. He tilts his head to let Teddy kiss where he pleases, finally relenting and dragging his hand down Teddy's back, following the ridge of his spine and stopping at the very base of it.]

Nn... okay, okay, I'll behave. All we're doing is getting each other all riled up for nothing.

[While Teddy does move his hand down to the small of Billy's back, he can't quite seem to stop everything else just yet. He presses a few kisses against the underside of his jawbone, then down his neck until he gets to the base, where he sucks gently enough to give a pleasant sensation, yet not enough to leave a mark. Wouldn't want to greet potential allies with a visible hickey and all. One thumb strokes along the base of his spine, and finally, Teddy lets out a quiet, disappointed little sound before he pulls his head back. He still keep close though, gently bumping foreheads with his boyfriend while keeping his eyes shut, trying to wind himself down a little.]

Mm, yeah... let's try aiming to behave before going back out there. [He opens his eyes slightly, sharing a light smile.] We can keep going at our place.

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