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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.]
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.]
[action]
Oh, god. Billy, his hair and skin shining in the starlight, his face flushed, his back arched, his muscled outlined with tension and the limited light in the room, caught up in the white-hot sensation of his orgasm...
It's gorgeous. Utterly breathtaking, and Billy has no idea how amazing he looks to Teddy.
With a deep and sharp inhale, Teddy grips Billy's hips with both hands and pushes his hips upwards in a quick succession, and considering what he just saw, and how close he already was, it doesn't take long at all for his muscles to tighten, his toes to curl and his nails to dig in. And it takes an even less amount of time for the final thrust that makes him arch his back, cry out and release himself inside of Billy, eyes clenched shut and head pressing back against the pillow.
Christ, that was...]
[action]
When it passes, and he comes back to himself again, Billy only has enough energy to lift himself off of Teddy and then back down again, freeing him. As reluctant as he is to lose the sensation, he knows that he's about to fall right over, and he'd prefer not to bend any sensitive bits when he does. Which is about five seconds after he sits back down again- just pitches forward with a gasp and a happy sigh, burying his face happily against Teddy's damp chest. Above them, the starscape has brightened up here and there, galaxies forming, stars twinkling in a pattern as if to serenade their very excellent sex.]
T... Teddy... Teddy... nnnn...
[That's post-sex Billy-speak for "that was really freaking good".]
[action]
And when he opens his eyes and sees the stars and the galaxies, even more bright and vibrant than before, absolutely breathtaking and yet unnatural in an incredible way... That smile grows, both because of how blitzed out he is and because of the way the ceiling looks now. It's beautiful, and... Teddy has a sneaking suspicion that it might have to do with how Billy's feeling, what with it being connected to his magic. It's only a suspicion, though, filed away to either be confirmed or denied. Right now, he has more important things on his mind, like... the lack of anything on his mind, considering the fantastic sex they just had.]
Ha... Billy...
[Teddy can't say much either. So he just lets out another chuckle, and a shudder from the residual, exhausted pleasure accompanies it. Yeah... Yeah, that was really good.]
[action]
Mmm... happy birthday...
[Can he have a birthday more often? Or maybe they should just do that more often. Because that felt pretty incredible.
Then again, sex with Teddy is always incredible. So they could pretty much just have more sex and he'd be okay with it.]
[action]
His grin turns more lazy, and he really can't resist shutting his eyes to just float in all the sensations. Satiated and relaxed and so completely in love.]
Was... a good one. [He loosens his hold to one that's more relaxed, and he lifts a hand to trail his fingertips through Billy's hair slowly, as if feeling each strand.] All thanks to you...
[action]
I think... it was a team effort.
[action]
Once he's settled again, his own hand moves to caress light circles into the brunet's shoulder, though the motion becomes wider until it becomes more of an oval, curving at his elbow and sliding back up his upper arm.]
Then... we sure make one hell of a team.
[action]
[Billy echoes that soft, contented noise, closing his eyes and continuing that gentle, stroking motion. It feels good to cozy up, particularly since his legs feel kind of like noodles right now. Maybe getting up is going to take longer than he anticipated.]
....We really need, like, wet wipes in the dresser or something.