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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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[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...]

[If they'd been less experienced, Billy would have had no idea when how much was too much; they'd make a mess all over each other and that would be the end of it. He doesn't want it to be over so quickly, though, even if they would probably have enough stamina for another round later. This is Teddy's day- he gets to decide what they do, and he's already stated what he wants.

It's hard to resist, though, with one of Teddy's hands wrapped around him, the other making a hot mess of his hair, with the salty-sweet taste of a warm and sweaty neck under his tongue, but finally he pulls back with a gasp, his hand going still. His eyes are heavy and his hair is a disheveled mess, and he licks his lips, breathing hard from the effort it took just to stop.]

Wait, wait, wait- oh my god. I'm gonna- just wait...

I - Oh my god, yeah, nnn...

[Just stopping, and Billy stopping, makes Teddy feel like he had to stop skating down a hill - difficult and unsatisfying. He breathes hard, eyes just as heavy as he gazes up at Billy, and - nngh, seeing him like that, flushed and disheveled and lips wet from his ministrations earlier, and Teddy kind of wants to just screw earlier plans and keep up what they were doing. They could go another round, right...?

Nnn, but it'd be better to wait, with all this tension built up between them it'll be amazing later, but now? He lets out a groan and presses his head back against the pillow, still looking up at him, and slides his hand from Billy's hair to his cheek.]

Ever... Ha, ever told you how hot you are...?

[Billy sets free a little huff of breathless laughter, sliding his hand up from Teddy's groin to rest on his chest instead, giving himself some extra support. Even if the compliment is a little embarrassing, it doesn't make it a bad thing, and he lets his fingers stroke over the bare skin, caressing appreciatively.]

I think I get the message pretty clearly whether you say it or not.

[He closes his eyes, leaning in to press another kiss to Teddy's lips, this time brief but exceptionally tender. When he pulls back, his eyes are soft but no less heated. Just because he's winding down a little doesn't mean he isn't ready for more.]

What about you, hm? Did you get that?

[Because he knows he has an obscenely hot boyfriend, too.]

[When Billy pulls back, Teddy ends up with both arms around him, though one moves down to caress along his spine. The touches are affectionate, and his gaze is tender, though it's still just as heated as before. It's one of the things Teddy enjoyed so much about sex with Billy - there was still such a high amount of tenderness and love and care and devotion shared between the two of them, and he really can't imagine it any other way.

The question makes one side of his lips quirk up, and though his hand stops moving, his thumb still brushes against the middle of his back.]

Yeah... I think so.

[It's been quite a road, first hating how different he was and how many flaws he had, accepting who he truly was and doing his best to keep his shape, and finally now, maybe, just maybe starting to believe that his whole self is "obscenely hot", flaws and all.

The more time he spends with Billy, who loves every part of him, who wouldn't accept changes unless Teddy was positive he wanted it to be a part of him - something else that was so baffling... the more Teddy himself starts to believe that he can love who he himself is, too.

He probably still has a long way to go. But he's getting there, and he himself has noticed every day, and it's amazing, something he would've laughed bitterly at a couple years ago. Yet here he is now.]

[Billy quirks a brow at Teddy's expression and the moment of quiet that passes between them, one hand drifting up to brush over Teddy's face, stroking gently at the side of his forehead. Sometimes Teddy can be such a deep thinker, unexpectedly quiet, a stark contrast to the oft-endless ramble that comes out of his own mouth. And the expressions he gets on his face are just... breathtaking, really. There's so much love in him.

He wonders if Teddy has any idea what he sees in moments like these.]

What're you thinking about, Tee...?

[The touch makes his eyes and smile soften, like a cat who's being petted in one of the right spots.]

Mm... nothing.

[...]

Growth, I guess.

[...

Teddy's still not really used to talking about what all might be on his mind. But more and more lately, he's been sharing them with Billy, to the point where sometimes, it just feels kind of wrong to hold it back. So he moves one hand back, fingers brushing against Billy's temple, toying with his hair occasionally.]

You know... it's my birthday. I'm eighteen today. And I was just thinking, two years ago from today... how different I used to be.

[Before he met the Young Avengers. When he still thought it was okay for Greg to use him the way he did, because as long as he had friendship, as long as Greg kept him around and thought highly of him, it had to be okay. Even if he didn't agree with any of what he did... he'd do what it took for validation. Someone to tell him that he was okay the way he was... even if it wasn't who he really, truly was.]

[Billy eases into more of a stretched position, draped over Teddy so he can relax and watch his boyfriend closer to eye level rather than hovering over him, taking in every word. Two years... and it's been nearly two years since they met now, just a little more than that since they started dating. Thinking about how they were then and comparing it to now... it really is like night and day.

Back then, Teddy would never have entrusted his inner thoughts and feelings with Billy like this. It's an honour to be so valued, to be recognized as someone to rely on. He tilts his head, pressing his lips softly to Teddy's palm- a silent acknowledgement of the words, but not an interruption. He doesn't want to cut in if Teddy has more to say.]

[Teddy's lost in thought for a moment, trying to figure out how to let his words take shape. Among the many reasons why it's hard to share whatever's on his mind, the fact that he sometimes just doesn't know how to say it all is a tiny one. Sometimes they think he's done and talk, not knowing that he'd still been trying to come up with something. And that's fine, and he leaves it at that, feels better for it most of the time.

But Billy stays quiet, so it isn't so hard to find the shape and present it.]

Back then, if you asked me something like that... I probably wouldn't have believed you. Or if I did, it would've been for all the wrong reasons. [Because he wouldn't have been Teddy the geek, the gamer, the nerd, the alien, the shapeshifter. He would've been Teddy the basketball star, the jock, the crowd pleaser. Hell, he might've been Tony Stark, or Spider-man, or Thor. Certainly not him.]

I might... still have a hard time. But I'm different now. I was just thinking about how much so, all in two years. [It seems like such a short time, but so much happened... it ought to feel like ten instead.]

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