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005 - Action/Voice

[Today marked a big day for Teddy Altman: He's eighteen today. If he were back in New York, he could vote in elections, own a credit/debit card of his own, and not have to groan over papers and applications that had a little note for people who were under eighteen. He's pretty much an adult now.

He still kind of feels like a young teenager who has no idea what he's doing, though, so he can't help being a little disappointed when he wakes up and doesn't suddenly feel like a man with a plan who knows everything and can do anything.

After gently being coaxed outside by Billy, Teddy decides to do all the things he usually does, seeing how Luceti is sorely lacking in ways to celebrate a milestone year like this. He wanders and chats up store owners, from the bakery to the weapon shop to Seventh Heaven to even the general store. He gets himself a large meal for lunch, as is customary for a guy like him, and orders his favorite just for today. He visits the library and reads up on whatever new comics they have, and that's where he gets lost in thought enough to open his journal and ask a question that's been on his mind since the day began.]

When someone turns eighteen, do they do anything special? It's a pretty big thing for teenagers in America; you can vote and get drafted and pretty much be considered an adult by the law. But does it mean anything in other worlds? Call me curious.

[He goes to the Battledome after that to simulate a basketball game – just to watch this time, not to participate. The 1992 East Regional Final, Duke verses Kentucky, one of the most suspenseful games in history and something that Teddy had watched on YouTube, but certainly not like this. It's no wonder that he's particularly hyped when he walks out. So much so that he takes to the sky as soon as he's outside, deciding that he'd rather take the joyride home rather than plain old walking. He's still a teenager, and he still feels pretty invincible even without that adult knowledge he was expecting, so why not?

Teddy might not feel any different, but it's still a pretty special day.]

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[It's safe to say that Teddy prefers this to basketball any day, no matter how passionate he is about the sport. This sport in particular has much higher priorities, after all, and is thoroughly enjoyed by the both of them. Therefore, it's much more fun.

Teddy's hands are quite busy themselves, taking advantage of their position to slide up Billy's shirt, as much as they can without causing discomfort, and smears up and along his chest, thumbs grazing the nipples, before he brings them back down again, this time winding around to press against the small of his back. Definitely, definitely better than basketball, even as he breaks the kiss to breathe, lips still hovering over Billy's as if he's ready to dive back in as soon as he catches his breath.]

[Billy's already breathless, shuddering against him, and the more Teddy's hands wander, the more he wants to touch, too. The shirt is abandoned, and Billy begins to run his hands over the exposed skin, one sliding over his back, the other down his chest, stroking and groping without shame or hesitation. At least, until there's a muffled crash behind them, and Billy's eyes snap open, tilting his head to the side so he can get a glance over Teddy's shoulder.

Oh, right. They're not exactly alone. And one of the AI players just fell over a chair.]

...I think we should take this somewhere more, um, private. Any more of this and I'll want to rip your pants off, too.

[And that would just get weird with an audience.]

[The crash makes Teddy jump a little and turn his head, only to let out a groan, roll his eyes, and lean forward to press his head against Billy's shoulder. His dream team can be so, so embarrassing sometimes. But Billy's words make him chuckle, and he lifts his head up to nudge his nose against Billy's jawline.]

I'm all for that. Wouldn't want them giving us creepy stares while we tear each other's clothes off.

[Now, to fly back, or to let Billy teleport them back...]

Not to mention the windows up north.

[He pointed to the viewing area; it's not like the areas were locked or monitored. There's no telling who could just accidentally stumble upon their, erm, adventures. Plus he doubted the basketball court came with a handy drawer of lube, unless practice involved more than he cared to know about.

He chuckles quietly into Teddy's hair, hand shifting back up to stroke through the gold locks, soothing rather than sensual this time. There's plenty of fun to be had elsewhere, and they both know it.]

'Home, Jarvis'?

[... Oh. Right. Why is it always Teddy who forgets when they're technically in public?

Still, he lets out a quiet laugh, and he lifts his head fully to press his lips to Billy's forehead.]

Mm. Beam us up, Billy. [And don't mind him while he brushes his lips along Billy's temple, then nuzzles his nose against a spot above his ear. The urge to ravish his boyfriend hasn't exactly been thrown away, after all.]

Mm... I want... I w- nngh, Teddy...

[Billy bumps his head against Teddy's shoulder, muffling a laugh. The touch was both ticklish and delightful, but he still leans back and moves a hand to cover his boyfriend's face, gently tilting him away from sensitive body parts.]

I need to focus, Altman, hold your horses.

[Inwardly chanting now, keep your hands (mostly) to yourself.]

Mmmmf.

[Teddy smiles wide from behind Billy's hand, then presses a big kiss against his hand, wet and noisy. But knowing that he's totally still ruining Billy's focus, Teddy soon backs off, instead taking his hand, twining their fingers together, and lowering them to their sides.]

Okay, okay. Do your stuff.

[Wow, gross. Billy snorts and rubs the wet spot against Teddy's hand, going back to focusing on his magic. It only takes a moment or so to teleport them right into the bedroom of their apartment- and as soon as the glow in his eyes fade Billy leans in a bit forcefully to press his lips against Teddy's. C'mere, bf, they're in a private place now.]

[Well. Said private place will certainly be used fully to its advantage. Teddy has to take a second to get his wits about him again, but soon enough, he's kissing back just as fiercely, both hands sliding under Billy's shirt briefly before he thinks better of it, instead leaving one hand there while the other grips Billy's hair, keeping him close and making it easier to kiss - or, in this case, try to shove his tongue into the other boy's throat.

He really, really wasn't joking when he said that he'd been wanting to do this ever since Billy walked into the cafe, all smooth and beautiful.

Rather than keep standing, though, Teddy backs up until the back of his knees bumps into the bed, then slowly lowers to sit on the edge of it, keeping up the kiss as best as he can. Might as well get to the proper spot and all.]

[His hair's going to be a total mess by the time this is over, but Billy doesn't care; it's served its purpose, after, and it's nothing that more gel can't fix. He opens up to Teddy's kiss without hesitation, returning it with gusto, his hands ghosting over Teddy's hips and, when his knees hit the bed, the front of his pants, as well. And then once Teddy's sitting down, Billy wastes no time in straddling him, roughly grinding his body down against the blond's, one hand shoved halfway down to his zipper.

Teddy likes forceful-Billy? Well he gets some forceful-Billy for his birthday, dammit.]

[Why yes, he does like forceful-Billy. There's something about how someone as strong as him can feel pushed down by someone so much weaker than him, just by touch and words alone. It's unbearably hot.

As such, he lets out a quiet moan in the kiss and rocks himself up into the touch, both from Billy's hand and his entire body. His own hands slide from their original place down to Billy's thighs, then his hips, gripping the muscles appreciatively, then up once more, to slide under his shirt.

Teddy's already shirtless, and he really wants to see his own boyfriend in that same state.]

[Billy shivers at the feeling of the hand under his shirt, nudging himself back just an inch or two to make it easier to slide his hand deeper into those pants, and to grind down against the other boy's body. With his free hand Billy pokes blindly at the buttons of his shirt, tugging them loose one by one. The benefit of his shirt is that they won't have to break the kiss to get it off of him, even if he takes his time with it.

The tease of making Teddy wait is half the fun of dominating him, after all.]

[Teddy's mouth opens further in the kiss at the feeling of Billy's hand traveling further down his pants, and one hand pulls back to fumble with his own pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them to give both Billy and his growing arousal more room. With that out of the way, his hands return to their place, riding up Billy's torso as the shirt reveals more and more skin, though eventually they're forced to stop, seeing how Billy isn't done unbuttoning his shirt yet.

Teddy can wait, he totally can. It's definitely not impatience that has him smearing his hands along Billy's chest while he pushes himself into the kiss, pushing his hips into the touches. Definitely not.]

[Now that he has a little more room to maneuver, Billy finally lets his fingers dip into Teddy's underwear, slipping around his erection. He starts to stroke as he finishes with the last button of his shirt, drawing back his free hand to try and shrug the fabric off his shoulders. Teddy might need to help with that, but Billy doubts he'll mind.

With his body he pushes against Teddy's, trying to urge him even further onto the bed so he can straddle more closely. There's too much air and too many clothes between them for him to be satisfied.]

[With Billy trying to get his shirt off with one hand, Teddy wastes no time with taking matters into his own hands, first sliding the shirt off of his shoulders and letting it drop to the floor, then sliding his hands down his sides until he can wrap his arms around his waist, letting that give him leverage while he arches up into Billy's hand, soft little sounds escaping into the kiss. There's still way too many clothes between them, but just feeling Billy's bare skin, his hand around his erection, the heat already building between them - just for now, it's enough.

Of course, that particular thought doesn't last very long when Billy pushes him, wordlessly, and Teddy understands. He tries to keep up the kiss while he shifts himself further back onto the bed, but it's a little impossible, and so he breaks it, taking in some much needed air as he moves back. His eyes remain on Billy's, heated and already a darker blue color, even as he reclines until his head is against the pillow, and he already reaches to cup Billy's cheeks, the back of his neck, his hair. And he can't help letting a little smile quirk up; god, Billy is so, so beautiful.]

[Billy can't help the flushed little grin that crosses his lips at the expression on Teddy's face, and he shifts forward with the blond, keeping his hand right where it is, still moving steadily. With Teddy flat against the bed, Billy has to break contact a bit where he's seated in Teddy's lap, so he tries to make up for it by pitching forward, back arched, hovering over him with his free hand pressed against the sheets beside Teddy's head. He loves to watch Teddy in these moments, see the colours of his eyes change and listen to the catch of his breath.]

So what was it that you wanted to do with me, exactly...?

[Teddy knows, just knows, that if Billy stayed that way, flushed and hovering over Teddy with that grin on his face, the gelled hair already slightly unkempt and letting a few locks of hair frame him, voice airy yet deep, and kept stroking him, he'd come messily in moments, even without Billy touching him otherwise. He'll stop him if it gets to be too much, but for now he indulges, hips rocking upward into Billy's strokes, watching him with lidded eyes, which seem to show a hint of grey around the iris and turning the blue into a stormy shade, as if his thoughts are already starting to muddle.]

Hnn... throw you on the bed, get my mouth all over you, tear your clothes right off. Run my hands through your hair, make you moan - ah when I bite your neck, mark you all over. [He shuts his eyes, head tipping back, letting his neck show, voice quieter, yet a little deeper.] Pin you down and make sure everyone heard while I screw you senseless into the mattress...

[....

Well. If Billy hadn't been flushed before, he certainly would be now. He laughs a little breathlessly, fingers teasing over the head of Teddy's erection, and squeezes his thighs in against the blond's, creating just that much extra friction as he shifts even further forward. He presses his body closer until he's hovering above Teddy's neck, mouth close to ear, and his voice is heady as he murmurs a response.]

Mm... well, it is your birthday, after all...

[He closes the distance between them at last, kissing and nipping at Teddy's neck. Teddy's words have given him a few ideas, and he'd like a taste of it, too.]

[Funny how Teddy's on the other end of every word he said, yet he doesn't particularly mind. He lets out a breathy sound, tips his head to the side and moves his hands back, holding onto the headboard just the same way that he'd make Billy do so many times before, something he secretly loved seeing him do.]

It's a... a good one. Mm, yeah...

[One particular spot on his neck makes Teddy tighten his grip on the headboard, but not enough to cause any damage. Still, he lets go, instead letting one hand hold the pillow under his head while the other smears down Billy's back, all the way down to the dip, where he strokes that spot with his nails. Two can play at this game, Kaplan.]

[When Teddy's hand hits that curve Billy inhales sharply against his neck, and he releases it with a low groan, scraping his teeth over the exposed skin. His fingers tighten in the sheets where he's supporting himself, and the movement of his other hand picks up the pace a little, stroking generously from base to tip. He loves the feeling of that hot warmth in his hand, the tense muscles of the incredible body beneath him. His tongue lolls over Teddy's adam's apple and he nips roughly along the damp trail he left behind.]

You can do all that... but... you'd have to get me to stop, first...

[And he's not keen to do that just yet.]

When the... the, uh... time shows - is right, I mean. Until then...

[Keep right on going, B, because Teddy's not particularly keen on stopping you just yet either. He is, however, keen on letting Billy feel all the same wonderful pleasures that are coming from that hand of his, so while he gives a breathless grin and keeps his head tilted for Billy, he slides his hand from his back to his front, where his fingers get to work on undoing his pants. Little Bill's got to be dying in there, after all, and we can't have that happen. Though it is, admittedly, a little hard to do with just one hand, but Teddy's determined to at least get those pants loose.]

[Hrngh. That's pretty much exactly what he wanted to happen, though it's with some reluctance- mostly because he knows that once Teddy gets his hand in Billy's pants, he'll lose the upper hand pretty quickly, and he's enjoying himself for the moment. Still, he also knows that he'll enjoy that a whole lot more, so he doesn't fight it.

In the meantime, he works his way up from Teddy's neck to his jawline, his chin, then finally to his mouth again, gently catching Teddy's lower lip between his teeth and giving it a light tug. When he draws back, it's a brighter red shade, and Billy's unable - or unwilling, whatever - to resist the urge to try and kiss him senseless.]

Nnn... having trouble...?

[It does take a moment for Teddy to focus again, having been caught up in the kiss Billy gave him, and thus stopping the movements of his fingers. Soon, though, he's back on track, turning the kiss into several short, yet passionate ones, while his fingers stroke along the edge of his pants.]

Nah... I'm good...

[He says it between kisses, and while Billy's busy kissing him, he diverts enough attention to his hand to shift, fingers turning into several, allowing for more support and more dexterity. Although it's a little tough, focusing on extra appendages, but it's still managed. With the extra help, it's much easier to unbutton his pants and give enough support to unzip them as well. The extra fingers shift back into his hand once their usefulness isn't needed anymore, instead sliding his normal hand into Billy's underwear, seeking out and giving his erection one long stroke.]

Ha... see? I got this...

[Don't think he doesn't feel those extra fingers, Altman. At first his response is a surprised noise, muffled against Teddy's lips; all too soon it turns into a panting gasp into Teddy's neck, having shifted to the side to work in that area again before the blond gets ahold of him. Too late.

Oh god, that feels good, though.]

You're... hrn... getting better at that...

[His body starts shifting forward, rocking on his knees towards the thrusts, his own hand beginning to move in time with Teddy's. Considering how hard he is already just from watching, he doesn't have far to go before he catches up.]

Been practicing. The... The shifting.

[Well. And the removal of pants, though that's just because he's been doing this with Billy so often.

Now that there's a rhythm building up between them, Teddy lets go of the pillow with his other hand and tangles it in Billy's hair instead, gripping, pulling at the strands slightly, letting him know just how much he enjoys what he's doing to his neck. He keeps his eyes shut, soft groans escaping as he pushes his own hips up, the noises turning into a gasp when they align just enough to push their hips, their dicks together.

Teddy could be just fine with this until reaching the glorious end to all this, but he's pretty sure they both want to take it a little further before that. Not too far, no pushing too far...]

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