Fic: What Billy Wants
Title: What Billy Wants
Rating: PG for swearing
Summary: Billy spends the night over at his crush’s lust-object’s teammate’s apartment.
Disclaimers: The Young Avengers belong to Marvel, Allan Heinberg (Allan, come back! We miss you!), Jim Cheung and many others who are not me. I'll put them back when I'm done.
“Fnzk?” Billy murmured, raising his head from his arms and blinking around. He didn’t remember being laid out on the couch. Or being covered by a blanket. In fact, he was pretty sure that last he remembered, he’d been sprawled out on the floor with Teddy Altman having finally set aside Teddy’s mother’s self-help books in favor of comic books.
Teddy Altman who was really, really hot and really nice and seemed to like Billy, which was kind of new and strange in Billy’s world view. Hot, blond, muscular guys weren’t supposed to like comic books, or hang out with people like Billy, or offer to help their slightly spastic teammates work on their spell-casting.
Or have mothers that were out for the weekend when Billy arrived at their apartments. It certainly hadn’t helped that Teddy had obviously just showered and was all clean smelling and flushed when he’d answered the door.
Billy self-consciously wiped his chin, hoping that he hadn’t drooled all over himself when he’d fallen asleep. He sat up slowly, grimacing and sticking out his tongue. His mouth tasted horrible. It always tasted like that when he fell asleep with his mouth open. Damn it.
Billy climbed to his feet and padded towards the kitchen. Maybe he could at least clean the taste of dead snack-foods past out of his mouth. He’d just have to grin and bear it over falling asleep in front of his crush with his mouth hanging open.
He probably snored too. At least Teddy didn’t seem like the type to draw on anyone’s face while they slept.
There was the sound of running water from the kitchen and Billy furrowed his brows. Someone was in the kitchen. Most likely Teddy, since it was his apartment and his mother wasn’t home, but…
Billy peeked around the corner and, yeah, there was Teddy in his pajamas. He even looked hot from behind, damn him. Stupid shape-shifters and their phenomenally sexy base appearances that weren’t even fake.
Teddy turned the faucet off and raised the glass to his lips, turning in place as he did so. His eyes landed on Billy and he jumped at least a foot, spilling the water all down his front and only just barely managing to not drop the glass on the kitchen floor.
“J-Jeez, Billy!” he stammered, hand to his chest as Billy sheepishly flicked the light on. “You scared the crap out of me.”
“Sorry.” Billy mumbled, tearing his eyes away from his teammate’s chest. “I didn’t mean to sneak up on you. I just, you know, heard something…”
“Didn’t mean to wake you up.” Teddy replied, looking sheepish as well. He plucked at his damp pajama shirt with a grimace and then just went and pulled it off, for crying out loud, why was the universe so determined to taunt him?!
“You spilled on your pants too.” Billy heard his voice say helpfully and then scrambled to cover up the obvious slip-up because why was his mouth not connected to his brain?! “Uhh, hey! I could dry them for you. With spells. I think I got the hang of them and, uh…”
“No, no, it’s fine, I’ll just go change.” Teddy said quickly. “It’s no problem, they’re just sweats, they’ll dry out.”
And Billy’s libido was clearly, clearly the one driving his body because he was moved towards Teddy anyway and his had his hands on Teddy’s shirt and wow, Teddy probably had the nicest chest in the entire universe and that so wasn’t fair. At all.
“No, I got it, it’s fine.” Billy’s evil, traitorous libido said with Billy’s stolen voice and Teddy was right there being shirtless and damp and Billy was going to die.
Although Teddy wasn’t pushing him away and shouting that he was a freak, so that was good. In fact, Teddy wasn’t actually moving that much and he was letting Billy take his shirt, which was probably good, although it gave Billy an unobstructed view of Teddy’s abdominals and the sweatpants slung low on his hips and Billy was going to be fantasizing for at least a month. Maybe two.
Billy was reasonably certain that bellybuttons were not supposed to be sexy.
“Okay.” Teddy said. “Um. Concentrate on what you want.” Which was really the wrong thing to say because what Billy wanted was to pin Teddy back against the counter and lick him. All over. But especially his chest.
“I want Teddy’s shirt to dry.” He said, licking his suddenly-dry lips. “I want Teddy’s shirt to dry. I want Teddy’s shirt to dry.”
Or to vaporize his sweatpants. That would be good too. Find out if he preferred boxers or briefs and pleasepleaseplease stop thinking these things and dry Teddy’s shirt!
There was a puff of steam and Teddy’s shirt was suddenly quite dry. Wrinkled funny, but dry. And Teddy was grinning.
“Hey, you did it!” he said, taking the shirt back from Billy and slipping it back on. Billy was torn between sadness and relief that The Chest of Teddy was now hidden from view.
“Want me to get your pants too?” Billy’s Libido asked and noooo, Billy was going to die.
“N-Nahh, it’s fine.” Teddy replied and was he backing away? Shitshitshit. Libido had totally blown it, shitshitshit.
“I could do it without the steam this time, because, uhh, steam is not good around that area even if-” Billy babbled, listening abstractly as his mouth dug him deeper into the hole he was in. “I mean-”
Some combination of Teddy moving one direction and Billy moving the other direction somehow managed to cause Billy to trip over Teddy’s foot and fall over. Against Teddy.
And an interesting portion of Teddy’s anatomy.
…Huh.
“ohshit.” Teddy said in a voice that was remarkably similar to the one that had been dancing around in Billy’s head ever since he’d entered the kitchen. Billy supposed that it had to go somewhere, since his head was currently filled with his libido’s hallelujah chorus.
And Teddy was pushing Billy back onto his feet and looking nervous and embarrassed and opening his mouth to say something. Billy raised an eyebrow and Teddy swallowed hard.
“I’m gay?” the hot, muscular, blond teenage boy who desperately needed to be pinned against the counter squeaked.
“That’s good.” Billy replied, and kissed him and if Teddy couldn’t hear the fireworks that were going on in Billy’s head then he was deaf.
Eternities really shouldn’t end so quickly. Billy and Teddy broke apart and Teddy was giving him this really sexy wondering sort of look. Billy leaned in to kiss him again, but Teddy stopped him.
“Uh, before we do that again, could you, uh, brush your teeth? Your mouth tastes kinda…”
Billy couldn’t help it. He burst out laughing. Fortunately Teddy started laughing too, and they both collapsed onto the floor.
“Oh wow.” Teddy wheezed, his hand flopping down to rest on the linoleum next to Billy’s head. “Oh wow.”
“Yeah.” Billy agreed slowly, reaching over to clasp hands with Teddy’s. “Wow.”
Rating: PG for swearing
Summary: Billy spends the night over at his crush’s lust-object’s teammate’s apartment.
Disclaimers: The Young Avengers belong to Marvel, Allan Heinberg (Allan, come back! We miss you!), Jim Cheung and many others who are not me. I'll put them back when I'm done.
“Fnzk?” Billy murmured, raising his head from his arms and blinking around. He didn’t remember being laid out on the couch. Or being covered by a blanket. In fact, he was pretty sure that last he remembered, he’d been sprawled out on the floor with Teddy Altman having finally set aside Teddy’s mother’s self-help books in favor of comic books.
Teddy Altman who was really, really hot and really nice and seemed to like Billy, which was kind of new and strange in Billy’s world view. Hot, blond, muscular guys weren’t supposed to like comic books, or hang out with people like Billy, or offer to help their slightly spastic teammates work on their spell-casting.
Or have mothers that were out for the weekend when Billy arrived at their apartments. It certainly hadn’t helped that Teddy had obviously just showered and was all clean smelling and flushed when he’d answered the door.
Billy self-consciously wiped his chin, hoping that he hadn’t drooled all over himself when he’d fallen asleep. He sat up slowly, grimacing and sticking out his tongue. His mouth tasted horrible. It always tasted like that when he fell asleep with his mouth open. Damn it.
Billy climbed to his feet and padded towards the kitchen. Maybe he could at least clean the taste of dead snack-foods past out of his mouth. He’d just have to grin and bear it over falling asleep in front of his crush with his mouth hanging open.
He probably snored too. At least Teddy didn’t seem like the type to draw on anyone’s face while they slept.
There was the sound of running water from the kitchen and Billy furrowed his brows. Someone was in the kitchen. Most likely Teddy, since it was his apartment and his mother wasn’t home, but…
Billy peeked around the corner and, yeah, there was Teddy in his pajamas. He even looked hot from behind, damn him. Stupid shape-shifters and their phenomenally sexy base appearances that weren’t even fake.
Teddy turned the faucet off and raised the glass to his lips, turning in place as he did so. His eyes landed on Billy and he jumped at least a foot, spilling the water all down his front and only just barely managing to not drop the glass on the kitchen floor.
“J-Jeez, Billy!” he stammered, hand to his chest as Billy sheepishly flicked the light on. “You scared the crap out of me.”
“Sorry.” Billy mumbled, tearing his eyes away from his teammate’s chest. “I didn’t mean to sneak up on you. I just, you know, heard something…”
“Didn’t mean to wake you up.” Teddy replied, looking sheepish as well. He plucked at his damp pajama shirt with a grimace and then just went and pulled it off, for crying out loud, why was the universe so determined to taunt him?!
“You spilled on your pants too.” Billy heard his voice say helpfully and then scrambled to cover up the obvious slip-up because why was his mouth not connected to his brain?! “Uhh, hey! I could dry them for you. With spells. I think I got the hang of them and, uh…”
“No, no, it’s fine, I’ll just go change.” Teddy said quickly. “It’s no problem, they’re just sweats, they’ll dry out.”
And Billy’s libido was clearly, clearly the one driving his body because he was moved towards Teddy anyway and his had his hands on Teddy’s shirt and wow, Teddy probably had the nicest chest in the entire universe and that so wasn’t fair. At all.
“No, I got it, it’s fine.” Billy’s evil, traitorous libido said with Billy’s stolen voice and Teddy was right there being shirtless and damp and Billy was going to die.
Although Teddy wasn’t pushing him away and shouting that he was a freak, so that was good. In fact, Teddy wasn’t actually moving that much and he was letting Billy take his shirt, which was probably good, although it gave Billy an unobstructed view of Teddy’s abdominals and the sweatpants slung low on his hips and Billy was going to be fantasizing for at least a month. Maybe two.
Billy was reasonably certain that bellybuttons were not supposed to be sexy.
“Okay.” Teddy said. “Um. Concentrate on what you want.” Which was really the wrong thing to say because what Billy wanted was to pin Teddy back against the counter and lick him. All over. But especially his chest.
“I want Teddy’s shirt to dry.” He said, licking his suddenly-dry lips. “I want Teddy’s shirt to dry. I want Teddy’s shirt to dry.”
Or to vaporize his sweatpants. That would be good too. Find out if he preferred boxers or briefs and pleasepleaseplease stop thinking these things and dry Teddy’s shirt!
There was a puff of steam and Teddy’s shirt was suddenly quite dry. Wrinkled funny, but dry. And Teddy was grinning.
“Hey, you did it!” he said, taking the shirt back from Billy and slipping it back on. Billy was torn between sadness and relief that The Chest of Teddy was now hidden from view.
“Want me to get your pants too?” Billy’s Libido asked and noooo, Billy was going to die.
“N-Nahh, it’s fine.” Teddy replied and was he backing away? Shitshitshit. Libido had totally blown it, shitshitshit.
“I could do it without the steam this time, because, uhh, steam is not good around that area even if-” Billy babbled, listening abstractly as his mouth dug him deeper into the hole he was in. “I mean-”
Some combination of Teddy moving one direction and Billy moving the other direction somehow managed to cause Billy to trip over Teddy’s foot and fall over. Against Teddy.
And an interesting portion of Teddy’s anatomy.
…Huh.
“ohshit.” Teddy said in a voice that was remarkably similar to the one that had been dancing around in Billy’s head ever since he’d entered the kitchen. Billy supposed that it had to go somewhere, since his head was currently filled with his libido’s hallelujah chorus.
And Teddy was pushing Billy back onto his feet and looking nervous and embarrassed and opening his mouth to say something. Billy raised an eyebrow and Teddy swallowed hard.
“I’m gay?” the hot, muscular, blond teenage boy who desperately needed to be pinned against the counter squeaked.
“That’s good.” Billy replied, and kissed him and if Teddy couldn’t hear the fireworks that were going on in Billy’s head then he was deaf.
Eternities really shouldn’t end so quickly. Billy and Teddy broke apart and Teddy was giving him this really sexy wondering sort of look. Billy leaned in to kiss him again, but Teddy stopped him.
“Uh, before we do that again, could you, uh, brush your teeth? Your mouth tastes kinda…”
Billy couldn’t help it. He burst out laughing. Fortunately Teddy started laughing too, and they both collapsed onto the floor.
“Oh wow.” Teddy wheezed, his hand flopping down to rest on the linoleum next to Billy’s head. “Oh wow.”
“Yeah.” Billy agreed slowly, reaching over to clasp hands with Teddy’s. “Wow.”