Military School.
Title: Military School.
Pairing: Bill and Ted
Author: Scarlett scardecathect
Rating M
Summary: Ted's not handling Military School as well as Bill thought.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. This story is fiction
Warning: Slash!
Author's Note: Another Story i wrote for my friend. Their vocabulary is different in this story than to the movies. Sorry!
It had been a week today, one whole week that the two boys had been sent to Alaska. Military school definitely wasn’t a walk in the park and neither of the boys had thought it would be. It was hard, some of the kids were bitter and cold, and the others were fragile and scared.
Every day they had a new grueling task and they never seemed to do it right which caused shouts of “Drop and give me a hundred and fifty” which was amazingly impossible but if you didn’t do it, a whip to the back with a belt was motivation.
They both tried their hardest to put on straight faces and take it like men. They had to prove that they were able or they would be treated like the other ‘wimps’, bruised and bloodied after they were called to ‘have a breather’ outside. No one knew why they put on the façade; the shouts were easily heard from the large tin shed. There were shouts of them being ‘pussies’ and worthless and then louder cries from the kids when the fist connected with their jaw or eye.
Bill and Ted were doing their best jobs of trying to show no emotion. Bill wasn’t doing extremely great though. He really didn’t want to be here and it wasn’t his parent’s idea either. He wasn’t used to this kind of stuff, he knew Ted wasn’t either but he seemed to be doing better than him. Bill wished he was as strong as Ted; he had always admired him.
Ted did exactly what he was told without even a hint of sadness or frustration in his eyes; he always managed to do it better too.
Bill thought Ted was doing amazingly well for the position they were both in, that’s why it surprised Bill when he heard shaking sobs from the bunk above him one night.
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Bill had finally finished the laundry which was thrown at him by the sergeant on duty. His arms ached and his head throbbed. His clothes were soaked through so he changed them and walked tiredly over to his bunk.
Everyone else was asleep; it was almost three am so it wasn’t a surprise. Bill sighed in relief as his body lay down under the blanket. The bed was flat, hard and the covers were a little scratchy but it was better than nothing.
He lay there silently for a moment, only hearing some snoring here and there, and then suddenly there was something else amongst all of the sleeping boys. Bill could hear crying.
At first he decided to ignore it, he wasn’t surprised that someone was secretly crying in this cruel place, but then he noticed where it was coming from.
…Above him, Ted’s bunk.
Bill’s heart stopped beating for a moment. The thought of Ted crying was insane. He was the strong one, the one to joke around all of the time and see the best of things no matter what. If Ted was crying, the world had to be ending…
He wanted to help him somehow, comfort him. The thought of Ted being upset caused him pain. He didn’t know whether he should try to talk to him or pretend he didn’t hear it in case Ted snapped at him.
He lay silent in the bunk for a while, listening to the sobs until he couldn’t take it anymore. Knowing that Ted was crying made Bill want to cry, it wasn’t right that this beautiful boy was sad.
Slowly and silently he slipped out of his bed and walked to Ted. “Ted?” he whispered cautiously, he didn’t want Ted to be mad at him. There was answer, so Bill tried again, “Theodore,” he whispered. This time Ted stopped sobbing and sniffled as he looked out from under the covers, his face red and tear stained.
“Oh, Theodore,” Bill said sympathetically. He wasn’t sure what to do now. “Are you okay?” obviously he wasn’t okay, but Bill wanted recognition from Ted.
Ted stayed silent, just staring at Bill through his puffy eyes. He didn’t want to sound weak in front of Bill, he didn’t want him to know he was hurting but he had just caught him crying and Ted wasn’t sure that he could lie at the moment.
“Bill…” he finally said, a strangled cry, causing Bill’s heart to shatter into a million pieces right there.
Without a second thought he climbed onto the bunk and pushed himself up into the bed. Ted moved over so that he had room. He didn’t protest so Bill decided that it was okay.
They both lay side by side for a while then. Ted on his side under the blanket and Bill lying on his back next to him. They didn’t speak, just kept each other company as the sounds of the other boys snores filled the air.
Bill thought that it was going to be okay now until a strangled sob sounded from Ted. He turned his head and looked over to Ted who had tears streaming down his face, he had still been crying and Bill hadn’t noticed.
“It’s going to be okay,” he cooed, brushing his hand across Ted’s. Ted angled his head upwards so he could see Bill.
Ted looked so sad, so different to the usual smiley being. He had had no idea that Ted was hurting and it made him feel like the worst friend in the world. Even though the boy’s eyes were puffy and red, his hair stuck out at all angles and he wore a solemn frown, Bill still thought that he looked beautiful.
“Bill?” Ted questioned tentatively, it sounded raw like he hadn’t spoken in years.
Bill didn’t realise that he was looking at Ted in a different way, but Ted sure did. He didn’t know what it was exactly, but it was something he’d never seen on Bill.
Bill didn’t think about what he did next, he just leant his head down to meet Ted’s and pressed their lips together.
Ted stiffened under the intimate touch, but he didn’t move away. He wasn’t sure how or why this happened but it was actually making him feel better.
Bill went to move away, reality coming back to him, what the hell had he just done? He tried to move back but a hand pulled his head back as Ted began to comply.
He shyly moved his lips with Bill’s, their eyes closed. Ted noted that Bill’s lips were amazingly soft and sweet, his perception of what another boys lips felt like shattered when they connected.
At first their movements were languid and careful, but Bill felt like he needed more, so he carefully brushed his tongue across Ted’s bottom lip, asking to enter.
Ted complied almost immediately, opening his lips to Bill. Their tongues danced around each other, the kiss becoming heated. Bill grabbed Ted’s hip with his hand, squeezing slightly. This caused a small moan to slip from Ted’s mouth which in turn sent shivers down Bill’s spine.
They suddenly both needed air, precious oxygen the only thing that pulled them apart.
“Are you okay?” Bill asked tentatively.
Ted just nodded his head. He was indeed feeling a lot better.
He decided that William S. Preston Esquire’s lips must be fucking magic!
Pairing: Bill and Ted
Author: Scarlett scardecathect
Rating M
Summary: Ted's not handling Military School as well as Bill thought.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. This story is fiction
Warning: Slash!
Author's Note: Another Story i wrote for my friend. Their vocabulary is different in this story than to the movies. Sorry!
It had been a week today, one whole week that the two boys had been sent to Alaska. Military school definitely wasn’t a walk in the park and neither of the boys had thought it would be. It was hard, some of the kids were bitter and cold, and the others were fragile and scared.
Every day they had a new grueling task and they never seemed to do it right which caused shouts of “Drop and give me a hundred and fifty” which was amazingly impossible but if you didn’t do it, a whip to the back with a belt was motivation.
They both tried their hardest to put on straight faces and take it like men. They had to prove that they were able or they would be treated like the other ‘wimps’, bruised and bloodied after they were called to ‘have a breather’ outside. No one knew why they put on the façade; the shouts were easily heard from the large tin shed. There were shouts of them being ‘pussies’ and worthless and then louder cries from the kids when the fist connected with their jaw or eye.
Bill and Ted were doing their best jobs of trying to show no emotion. Bill wasn’t doing extremely great though. He really didn’t want to be here and it wasn’t his parent’s idea either. He wasn’t used to this kind of stuff, he knew Ted wasn’t either but he seemed to be doing better than him. Bill wished he was as strong as Ted; he had always admired him.
Ted did exactly what he was told without even a hint of sadness or frustration in his eyes; he always managed to do it better too.
Bill thought Ted was doing amazingly well for the position they were both in, that’s why it surprised Bill when he heard shaking sobs from the bunk above him one night.
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Bill had finally finished the laundry which was thrown at him by the sergeant on duty. His arms ached and his head throbbed. His clothes were soaked through so he changed them and walked tiredly over to his bunk.
Everyone else was asleep; it was almost three am so it wasn’t a surprise. Bill sighed in relief as his body lay down under the blanket. The bed was flat, hard and the covers were a little scratchy but it was better than nothing.
He lay there silently for a moment, only hearing some snoring here and there, and then suddenly there was something else amongst all of the sleeping boys. Bill could hear crying.
At first he decided to ignore it, he wasn’t surprised that someone was secretly crying in this cruel place, but then he noticed where it was coming from.
…Above him, Ted’s bunk.
Bill’s heart stopped beating for a moment. The thought of Ted crying was insane. He was the strong one, the one to joke around all of the time and see the best of things no matter what. If Ted was crying, the world had to be ending…
He wanted to help him somehow, comfort him. The thought of Ted being upset caused him pain. He didn’t know whether he should try to talk to him or pretend he didn’t hear it in case Ted snapped at him.
He lay silent in the bunk for a while, listening to the sobs until he couldn’t take it anymore. Knowing that Ted was crying made Bill want to cry, it wasn’t right that this beautiful boy was sad.
Slowly and silently he slipped out of his bed and walked to Ted. “Ted?” he whispered cautiously, he didn’t want Ted to be mad at him. There was answer, so Bill tried again, “Theodore,” he whispered. This time Ted stopped sobbing and sniffled as he looked out from under the covers, his face red and tear stained.
“Oh, Theodore,” Bill said sympathetically. He wasn’t sure what to do now. “Are you okay?” obviously he wasn’t okay, but Bill wanted recognition from Ted.
Ted stayed silent, just staring at Bill through his puffy eyes. He didn’t want to sound weak in front of Bill, he didn’t want him to know he was hurting but he had just caught him crying and Ted wasn’t sure that he could lie at the moment.
“Bill…” he finally said, a strangled cry, causing Bill’s heart to shatter into a million pieces right there.
Without a second thought he climbed onto the bunk and pushed himself up into the bed. Ted moved over so that he had room. He didn’t protest so Bill decided that it was okay.
They both lay side by side for a while then. Ted on his side under the blanket and Bill lying on his back next to him. They didn’t speak, just kept each other company as the sounds of the other boys snores filled the air.
Bill thought that it was going to be okay now until a strangled sob sounded from Ted. He turned his head and looked over to Ted who had tears streaming down his face, he had still been crying and Bill hadn’t noticed.
“It’s going to be okay,” he cooed, brushing his hand across Ted’s. Ted angled his head upwards so he could see Bill.
Ted looked so sad, so different to the usual smiley being. He had had no idea that Ted was hurting and it made him feel like the worst friend in the world. Even though the boy’s eyes were puffy and red, his hair stuck out at all angles and he wore a solemn frown, Bill still thought that he looked beautiful.
“Bill?” Ted questioned tentatively, it sounded raw like he hadn’t spoken in years.
Bill didn’t realise that he was looking at Ted in a different way, but Ted sure did. He didn’t know what it was exactly, but it was something he’d never seen on Bill.
Bill didn’t think about what he did next, he just leant his head down to meet Ted’s and pressed their lips together.
Ted stiffened under the intimate touch, but he didn’t move away. He wasn’t sure how or why this happened but it was actually making him feel better.
Bill went to move away, reality coming back to him, what the hell had he just done? He tried to move back but a hand pulled his head back as Ted began to comply.
He shyly moved his lips with Bill’s, their eyes closed. Ted noted that Bill’s lips were amazingly soft and sweet, his perception of what another boys lips felt like shattered when they connected.
At first their movements were languid and careful, but Bill felt like he needed more, so he carefully brushed his tongue across Ted’s bottom lip, asking to enter.
Ted complied almost immediately, opening his lips to Bill. Their tongues danced around each other, the kiss becoming heated. Bill grabbed Ted’s hip with his hand, squeezing slightly. This caused a small moan to slip from Ted’s mouth which in turn sent shivers down Bill’s spine.
They suddenly both needed air, precious oxygen the only thing that pulled them apart.
“Are you okay?” Bill asked tentatively.
Ted just nodded his head. He was indeed feeling a lot better.
He decided that William S. Preston Esquire’s lips must be fucking magic!