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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. 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.]

[Billy thinks quietly about that for a little while- not too long, but long enough to both be sure that Teddy's finished as well as take it all in. He sifts his fingers lazily through Teddy's hair, drumming a bit with his free hand on the blond's chest.]

I've watched you change, all that time. A shapeshifter of the mind. It's like you're a completely different person than you were the day we met.

[His tone is musing, both thoughtful and pleased, and he presses a kiss right between the pectorals.]

I'm proud of you, you know that? Proud, and... really happy to have known you all this time. The real you.

[The action, and the words, makes Teddy smile, dimples showing up in his cheeks. He lets his own fingers stroke through Billy's hair, feeling just how disheveled it is, knowing why, and - hnnngh, he can feel his arousal twitch in response to that. Even with the mood changing on its head, from heated to tender and insightful, he's still ready for more.

But there's something else to focus on now, like Billy and how long they've known each other, how much they've changed, how they've stayed at each other's sides and watched them grow, happy and proud of to know the person they're turning into.]

I'm proud of you too, you know. And I can't begin to tell you how happy you've made me... and maybe we'll be different people in two years again. Or four, five, ten...

[He trails off, but he lets his hand drift back to Billy's temple, then his cheek, while he looks him in the eyes.

And I'd like to be there for you and change with you, beside you, in all those two, four, five, ten years, is what goes unsaid.]

[There's that feeling again- those words, the impression that there's so much more to it that Teddy isn't saying. And the more often this happens, the more he wants to hear it, but... well, if Teddy's not ready, it's probably not time. And since there's nothing stopping him from saying it but his own uncertainty, then he's probably not ready yet, either.

Still... he's looking forward to it. And every time this happens, he becomes even more sure that it's just a matter of time.

Thus, he shifts a hand to press it over Teddy's against his cheek, smiling softly, his thumb stroking.]

Maybe... and even if we are, I can see myself loving you that long, too. And longer.

[It's a similar feeling, one of both uncertainty and surety, anxiety and anticipation. The fact that it's shared, obviously shared, makes the more negative factors lessen with each time this happens, and Teddy feels like it really is only a matter of time. And he can't help looking forward to it.

He ends up shutting his eyes and leaning in to press his forehead to Billy's, breathing with him, caressing his cheekbone gently.]

Ditto. [...] I'll always love you.

[That certain feeling becomes a little overwhelming then, and so he pushes it back by closing the distance and pressing his lips to Billy's.]

[He could reply to that - he has plenty of them floating around in his head after hearing it - but when Teddy kisses him, he simply leans in and returns it with enthusiasm, letting his response be conveyed through their shared embrace. At this point, they really don't need words to express their feelings about one another (even if it does help) and he's more than happy to get back into action.

They're supposed to be celebrating, after all.]

[This is more familiar territory right here. Teddy deepens the kiss, tender and passionate all at once, while he slides an arm around Billy's shoulders, then rolls, using his free hand to keep his weight up when they've flipped positions.

This is also more familiar territory, and Teddy takes advantage of that by sliding his hand down Billy's chest, down his navel, and just as it seems like he's going for the gold again, Teddy changes directions on him. Instead, he tugs at Billy's pants; they're both still wearing entirely too much clothing, after all.]

[Billy was waiting for that to happen, so when it finally does he arches eagerly against Teddy, his arms sliding up to wrap around the blond's neck and shoulders, drawing him into the kiss as he opens up with eagerness. He then stretches his toes and pinches the material of Teddy's jeans to help drag them down as well. He wants skin on skin and he wants it now.]

[As much as Teddy wants to stay in the kiss and drag their pants down like that, it's probably way too difficult to do with just one hand and toes involved. He at least gets Billy's pants and underwear down to his thighs before he breaks the kiss and gives his boyfriend a seductive smile, trying to tell him that he broke it early for a reason.

Which becomes apparent as he moves downward, pressing kisses along Billy's sternum, pushing his hands downward and dragging his pants down with him. And it looks like his kisses aren't stopping, brushing over his abdominal muscles, his navel...]

[The implications take a moment or so to sink in, and in those moments Billy feels a needy twinge as Teddy shifts away. He lets his hands shift to Teddy's hair as he moves out of reach of the embrace, mouth slightly parted to catch his breath after the kiss. What's he-

...oh.]

Are you... ah... are you sure it's not my birthday...?

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