Drabble Clean-up :: Young Avengers
Title: Repeats and Regular Occurrences
Author: attilatehbun
Fandom: Young Avengers
Pairing/Characters: Billy Kaplan/Teddy Altman
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~430
Prompt: movie theater making-out
Author's Notes: From riko's prompt at the Billy/Teddy PDA fest
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"Billy, you've seen it three times," Teddy mumbles, nipping at Billy's earlobe before drifting downwards. Billy's gaze is still riveted to the screen, despite Teddy's wandering mouth, and it would be annoying if Billy's hand weren't also sliding up under Teddy's shirt to hook his waistband.
That level of multitasking would almost be impressive if it wasn't so frustrating.
"I-I don't see -oh- I don't see your point," Billy says, gasp hidden beneath the noise of the fire-fight onscreen. Of course, the overall effect of his griping is somewhat diminished by the way he angles his head back under Teddy's mouth to expose more of his neck. "You pick up more details on repeated viewing and- ohmygod right there."
Teddy bites down on Billy's collarbone, which serves the dual purpose of quieting his chatter and leaving a very satisfying mark on his pale skin. Teddy's contented groan turns into a hiss of discomfort as Billy suddenly jerks him closer and his ribs collide sharply with the armrest, but it gets lost as Billy fumbles him into a kiss. He's about to break away, find a more comfortable position, when he feels the slightly disconcerting sensation of the armrest melting away into nothingness between them and then Billy's warmth is pressed up against his side.
"Don't forget to put that back," Teddy whispers. It's too dark to see very well, but he can feel Billy rolling his eyes in response all the same. Then Billy's licking at the seam of his lips again, and Teddy really can't find it in himself to care about anything but this. The universe could be ending around them (and it kind of is, a small, fictional part of it, anyway) but that's nothing when Billy's tangling his fingers in his hair and tugging at his waistband until he has no choice but to slide one leg over Billy's lap and-- and--
And then Billy is turning back to the screen and swearing at it, despite the fact that he should really be over this whole 'black holes do not work that way' thing by now, but his hand is sliding into Teddy's back pocket even as he's muttering and Teddy really has no one to blame but himself for having the most confusing boyfriend ever.
So he settles for leaning in to lick at Billy's neck again, and it's a good thing he doesn't really mind doing that, because Teddy has a feeling that this is probably going to be a regular occurrence and he wants to test the limits of Billy's multitasking while he can.
He's got ideas for it, for later.
::fin::
Title: Melting
Author: attilatehbun
Fandom: Young Avengers
Pairing/Characters: Billy Kaplan/Teddy Altman
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~400
Prompt: ice cream shenanigans
Author's Notes: From kotojedi_amaya's prompt at the Billy/Teddy PDA fest
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There is a dab of fudge sauce on Teddy's nose, but Billy can't even see it because of what Teddy is doing. Namely, something extremely obscene to his ice cream cone. Billy can't take his eyes off him; he swallows hard against the sudden dryness in his throat. He licks his lips in reflex.
Teddy's tongue pokes out of his mouth again, pink and pointed for just a moment before it touches the chocolate scoop. Then it flattens into a long, swirling lap around the ice cream, smoothing any drips threatening to spill down the sides. A bit catches on the edge of his lower lip, and once Teddy's finished this slow sweep, his tongue darts out again to lick at it before it can melt down his chin.
Melting. Billy's own ice cream is melting all over his hand, cool and sticky and forgotten as Billy stares. As Billy melts a little bit himself. He makes a quiet involuntary noise, a soft nngh that's as warm and liquid as he himself feels. Teddy licks at the ice cream again.
Teddy's eyes are softly closed; completely unaware, Billy thinks, of the tantalizing movement of his tongue as he licks the dripping ice cream into a wet peak at the top. Then he closes his lips around that peak, slides them down over the cone to suck some up into his mouth. He releases it with a gentle slurping noise, and Billy is done.
His own cone falls from his limp hand. Cool, Billy thinks, the inside of his mouth must be cool and Billy is so warm, every inch of him sensitive and sweaty. His clothes chafe at his skin as Teddy leans in for another lap at the ice cream, he's hot everywhere and the remains of his own ice cream trickling down his wrist does nothing to cool him off.
Cool, Billy thinks again, the only thought left in his brain as he reaches out and grabs Teddy's wrist, moving the ice cream away. Cool, he thinks, and then slides his tongue into Teddy's mouth, reaching for anything to regulate his own temperature.
And as Teddy's sticky lips move against his own, and Teddy's ice cream slick fingers slide lightly across the small of his back, beneath his shirt, and he slips across Teddy's knee, chasing the sensation, Billy realizes his mistake.
This will do nothing to cool him down at all.
::fin::
Author: attilatehbun
Fandom: Young Avengers
Pairing/Characters: Billy Kaplan/Teddy Altman
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~430
Prompt: movie theater making-out
Author's Notes: From riko's prompt at the Billy/Teddy PDA fest
::
"Billy, you've seen it three times," Teddy mumbles, nipping at Billy's earlobe before drifting downwards. Billy's gaze is still riveted to the screen, despite Teddy's wandering mouth, and it would be annoying if Billy's hand weren't also sliding up under Teddy's shirt to hook his waistband.
That level of multitasking would almost be impressive if it wasn't so frustrating.
"I-I don't see -oh- I don't see your point," Billy says, gasp hidden beneath the noise of the fire-fight onscreen. Of course, the overall effect of his griping is somewhat diminished by the way he angles his head back under Teddy's mouth to expose more of his neck. "You pick up more details on repeated viewing and- ohmygod right there."
Teddy bites down on Billy's collarbone, which serves the dual purpose of quieting his chatter and leaving a very satisfying mark on his pale skin. Teddy's contented groan turns into a hiss of discomfort as Billy suddenly jerks him closer and his ribs collide sharply with the armrest, but it gets lost as Billy fumbles him into a kiss. He's about to break away, find a more comfortable position, when he feels the slightly disconcerting sensation of the armrest melting away into nothingness between them and then Billy's warmth is pressed up against his side.
"Don't forget to put that back," Teddy whispers. It's too dark to see very well, but he can feel Billy rolling his eyes in response all the same. Then Billy's licking at the seam of his lips again, and Teddy really can't find it in himself to care about anything but this. The universe could be ending around them (and it kind of is, a small, fictional part of it, anyway) but that's nothing when Billy's tangling his fingers in his hair and tugging at his waistband until he has no choice but to slide one leg over Billy's lap and-- and--
And then Billy is turning back to the screen and swearing at it, despite the fact that he should really be over this whole 'black holes do not work that way' thing by now, but his hand is sliding into Teddy's back pocket even as he's muttering and Teddy really has no one to blame but himself for having the most confusing boyfriend ever.
So he settles for leaning in to lick at Billy's neck again, and it's a good thing he doesn't really mind doing that, because Teddy has a feeling that this is probably going to be a regular occurrence and he wants to test the limits of Billy's multitasking while he can.
He's got ideas for it, for later.
::fin::
Title: Melting
Author: attilatehbun
Fandom: Young Avengers
Pairing/Characters: Billy Kaplan/Teddy Altman
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~400
Prompt: ice cream shenanigans
Author's Notes: From kotojedi_amaya's prompt at the Billy/Teddy PDA fest
::
There is a dab of fudge sauce on Teddy's nose, but Billy can't even see it because of what Teddy is doing. Namely, something extremely obscene to his ice cream cone. Billy can't take his eyes off him; he swallows hard against the sudden dryness in his throat. He licks his lips in reflex.
Teddy's tongue pokes out of his mouth again, pink and pointed for just a moment before it touches the chocolate scoop. Then it flattens into a long, swirling lap around the ice cream, smoothing any drips threatening to spill down the sides. A bit catches on the edge of his lower lip, and once Teddy's finished this slow sweep, his tongue darts out again to lick at it before it can melt down his chin.
Melting. Billy's own ice cream is melting all over his hand, cool and sticky and forgotten as Billy stares. As Billy melts a little bit himself. He makes a quiet involuntary noise, a soft nngh that's as warm and liquid as he himself feels. Teddy licks at the ice cream again.
Teddy's eyes are softly closed; completely unaware, Billy thinks, of the tantalizing movement of his tongue as he licks the dripping ice cream into a wet peak at the top. Then he closes his lips around that peak, slides them down over the cone to suck some up into his mouth. He releases it with a gentle slurping noise, and Billy is done.
His own cone falls from his limp hand. Cool, Billy thinks, the inside of his mouth must be cool and Billy is so warm, every inch of him sensitive and sweaty. His clothes chafe at his skin as Teddy leans in for another lap at the ice cream, he's hot everywhere and the remains of his own ice cream trickling down his wrist does nothing to cool him off.
Cool, Billy thinks again, the only thought left in his brain as he reaches out and grabs Teddy's wrist, moving the ice cream away. Cool, he thinks, and then slides his tongue into Teddy's mouth, reaching for anything to regulate his own temperature.
And as Teddy's sticky lips move against his own, and Teddy's ice cream slick fingers slide lightly across the small of his back, beneath his shirt, and he slips across Teddy's knee, chasing the sensation, Billy realizes his mistake.
This will do nothing to cool him down at all.
::fin::