Fic | In Which Billy Really Likes His Cape, and Teddy Likes It Too. Eventually.
Title: In Which Billy Really Likes His Cape, and Teddy Likes It Too. Eventually.
Author: attilatehbun
Fandom: Young Avengers
Pairing/Characters: Billy Kaplan/Teddy Altman
Rating: NC-17
Contains: slight bondage, kinda, terrible fashion sense
Word Count: 2000+ (lol smutlet wat)
Prompt: Billy/Teddy, cape!sex from tsaiko
Author's Notes: ...I have noticed a disturbing trend when I write about these boys, in that no matter what I seem to be writing, I always end up talking about their underpants. WTF, ME. i think there is something wrong
Waaaaaay more to come in this vein, eventually. Masterlist here.
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It starts with the cape. It ends with the cape. There's some other stuff there in the middle, a delicious-bright smudge of events in the middle there, but Teddy can say, definitely, that it starts and ends with the cape.
And hell, the cape is a fairly important factor in the events of the middle, too.
~
Teddy isn't doing much. Okay, so, he's actually sort of kind of doing laundry, because he tends to forget to do it until he runs out of boxers, what with no one really around to remind him. Not to mention the lack of laundry machines in the lair. So he's picking through the clothes tossed carelessly in the corners of his room at the back of the lair, searching mainly for underpants. It is his third day of going commando, and, as it turns out, that is really far more uncomfortable than he'd previously been led to believe.
There's a rush of wind, like all the air molecules are tripping over each other in their haste to get the hell out of the space that's about to be occupied by something else. Teddy counts a beat, straightens, and says, "Hey Billy."
The air gets impossibly denser for a moment, heavy and tangible in Teddy's nose and throat, the air molecules struggling for one last second to get themselves clear, before they settle back around Billy, suddenly standing in the middle of Teddy's room.
"Hey, Teddy, you'll never guess--" That's as far as Billy gets because Teddy snorts, loudly, then doubles over with laughter, letting three pairs of dirty boxers out of his hand to rejoin their brethren on the floor. Billy's eyebrows draw down in his face. "What?"
Teddy gasps a little around his words. "Dude, what, what, are you doing?"
Billy's lips tighten; he doesn't speak. Instead, he raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms. The motion only serves to make Teddy laugh harder, because when Billy shifts his arms, it causes his cape to ripple.
Now, under ordinary circumstances, this wouldn't make Teddy laugh. Well, maybe a little. On the inside. But under ordinary circumstances, Billy wears his cape while trying to do good, be a superhero, which tends to add a certain gravitas to the way it flutters around him. Plus, he's usually wearing it with his costume. Not so much, now.
No, right now, Billy is wearing his cape over an otherwise completely faultless t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Which means, probably, that Billy was either lounging around his house, in his cape, for no other reason than that he could, or he was actually walking around in public like that.
Teddy doesn't know which option would be funnier, hence the laughing.
He helplessly flaps a hand at Billy's ensemble. "Please tell me you didn't wear that outside, Bill. Please."
Billy just purses his lips and hrrmphs a little, which is all the answer Teddy needs. "Oh, Billy, we've talked about this," he says. "That cape is just not as cool as you think it is."
"What would you know? You, if memory serves, wear a cravat," Billy says, scowling in a way Teddy kind of finds totally endearing.
"First of all," Teddy says, catching his breath, "it is a scarf, not a cravat. Secondly, I do not wear it with my regular clothes. Stealth, Billy, have you heard of it?"
Billy mumbles, "You're just jealous."
Teddy gets as far as a strangled "Jealous--" before Billy lunges at him, tackling him to the ground. Teddy lands with an ooof as Billy digs a knee into his thigh and manages to whack him in the solar plexus with a bony elbow.
Billy takes the advantage to grab Teddy's arms and smirk down at him. "Clearly," he says, "you are jealous of my superior fashion sense."
"Is that what we're calling it, then?" Teddy says, and bucks. Billy goes flying and Teddy rolls after him, hands reaching for the cape.
"The cape is lame," Teddy says, tugging on it.
"The cape is awesome," Billy retorts. He squirms underneath Teddy and tries to pull the cape back into place.
"Take it off."
"No."
"Yes."
"No," Billy says, and wriggles again, out from under Teddy's arm and around, pouncing on his back. "Ha," he crows, his weight pressing Teddy to the floor momentarily.
Now, Teddy might have super-strength, but Billy's had about twelve years of fighting with younger brothers, and those years have given him enough tricks to make the ensuing wrestling match interesting, no matter how much they both know that the outcome is a foregone conclusion.
Billy twists and writhes like a goddamn eel in the face of all of Teddy's grace of movement and his, well, brute force. Billy squirms and grabs and bites, chest trapped between Teddy's legs. He wraps his own legs around Teddy's hips and rolls them over the floor, over and over again. Every time Teddy starts to make some headway in tugging Billy's cape over his head, Billy slides and pins Teddy's arm, or his leg, or his chest, and succeeds in, if not getting the cape back in perfect order, at least in keeping it on. It's the most hilarious tug-of-war Teddy's ever been in, and he's determined to win.
They started out laughing, but they end gasping, Teddy straddling Billy's thighs. Billy's still got the cape on, but in a highly unusual fashion, and Teddy's mouth goes dry. The cape has gotten twisted around Billy's torso, cris-crossing his chest and rucking his shirt up enough to expose his flat belly and the bottom edge of rib. Teddy can't see behind Billy's back, but his hands are there and he can feel where the tails of the cape are wound tight around Billy's forearms, effectively binding him from elbow to wrist. His brain stutters for a moment, he thinks absurdly, how is it that stretchy, then Billy opens his eyes and his pupils are blown wide and bright. Teddy's heart starts to pound in a way that has nothing to do with exertion. Billy's eyes have frozen him in place.
"Oh fuck," he says. Billy's chest heaves; Teddy can see his Adam's apple bob as he swallows.
Teddy is half-hard already, from the wrestling and the feel of Billy moving around him: now Billy is spread beneath him, and he's done for. It's over.
"Fuck," he says again. "Fuck, I have to-- I need--" his fingers shake as they curl over Billy's waistband. He fumbles the button.
Billy gasps, his eyes narrow as he stares at Teddy. "Yes, fuck, get them off," he says. His voice is tight with need, but he's not begging. Teddy knows an order when he hears one, and it's enough to make him shiver and close his eyes. Yeah, it's hot as hell seeing Billy like that, but the demand, no, command, gets him all the way hard because that's what makes it Billy. All grace is gone from Teddy's movements as he yanks Billy's shoes and jeans off and tosses them over his shoulder. The jeans haven't even hit the ground before Teddy's freed Billy's cock from the slit in his boxers and taken it in his mouth.
Billy hisses a stream of meaningless syllables and arches hard into Teddy's mouth. Teddy gags a little as the head of Billy's cock hits the back of his throat, but he breathes hard through his nose and swallows as best he can around it.
Billy gasps. "Nnnnnnnnnnngh, shit, Teddy, yes, fuck."
Fuck, and it's so hot, Billy's muscles jumping beneath his fingers, coarse hairs scratching against his nose, and the sounds-- Teddy is painfully hard in his pants. He rolls his weight to one elbow as he presses his tongue flat against Billy, sliding one hand down his own stomach to undo his fly and take himself in hand, grateful for the first time in days that's he isn't wearing any underwear.
"Hnn, god, I--" Billy's bound wrists thump against the carpet. Teddy flicks his eyes up, watching Billy through his eyelashes. Billy's straining against the cape, and Teddy squeezes his hand to match the rhythm of his lips slicking up and down Billy's cock. Billy whines, "More, dammit, more," and Teddy can only obey.
The soft fabric of Billy's boxers tickles maddeningly at Teddy's chin, but he doesn't care; Billy's moans are filthy and Teddy's balls are already starting to ache with the need for release. He sucks Billy harder, deeper, not quite managing to keep his teeth out of the way, but Billy seems to like it, his head pressed back against the floor and his mouth sagging open.
Teddy pulls off long enough to mutter oh shit against the tight skin of the inside of Billy's thigh, his hand moving quick and practiced over himself.
Billy bucks up against him. "If you stop--" he bites out between gasps, "I will-- zap you-- into-- shiinnnnngh--" Billy breaks off with a strangled noise as Teddy licks a long stripe from root to tip and closes his mouth around him again. And then Billy jerks when Teddy applies a little more pressure and wriggles his tongue.
"Gonna-- fu-- Teddy, I'm co-- ah!" Billy cries out, voice breaking. Teddy's eyes flicker up his body as Billy shudders hard, oncetwice underneath him. Then suddenly, Billy's entire body arches, legs taut, arms pressed flat against the floor. His eyes fly open, bright blue magic flashing from the corners, and Teddy has exactly one second to think oh fuck me before Billy's cock pulses in his mouth and he comes.
Teddy coughs a little and tilts his head to a better angle, to swallow as much as he can. When Billy finally goes limp back down to the floor, stomach muscles still twitching jerkily, Teddy presses his face into the soft skin at the juncture of Billy's hip and thigh. He passes the pad of his thumb over the head of his cock, his mouth full of the taste of Billy, his ears full of Billy's shuddering breaths, and comes, orgasm drawing up from his toes and sparking jaggedly down his spine to spill, hot and sticky, over his hand.
He lies there, panting loudly into Billy's skin until Billy awkwardly nudges his shoulder with a thigh and says, "Come here."
Teddy obliges, crawling loose-limbed up Billy's body, pressing soft kisses to Billy's chest along the way.
Billy lifts his head and says, "Let me..."
Teddy blushes faintly and holds up his hand, feeling the sheepish smile spread across his lips. "I, uh..."
Billy eyes his damp fingers, then lets his head fall back and groans. "Oh fuck, Teddy." He swallows, and Teddy watches the long, pale column of his throat work for a moment before dropping down onto his elbows and nuzzling a kiss below Billy's ear.
"Up a little higher, T," Billy says, and prods Teddy with one shoulder. Teddy feels a small pang of guilt in his belly for Billy's arms, still pinned behind his back, and that must hurt, but it gets lost as Billy angles his head up and catches Teddy in a long, thorough kiss.
When he finally pulls away to breathe, Teddy mumbles, "That, was pretty much the hottest thing. Ever."
"Mmm," Billy hums, "You're telling me." He hooks a knee around Teddy's leg, and Teddy allows himself to lower his weight fully onto Billy, only wincing a little when his over-sensitized flesh comes into contact with hot, sweaty skin.
Billy noses at Teddy's hair. "Next time, you're wearing the cape," he says, sighing.
Teddy pulls back abruptly. "Oh hell no," he says. "In case you didn't hear me the first time, that thing is crazy pathetic."
Billy's face clouds, and in a surprising show of lower body strength, heaves Teddy off him. He rolls with it, coming to rest straddling Teddy's hips and glaring down at him.
It's all Teddy can do to keep his face solemn as Billy glowers.
"I think you'll find that to be a mistake, Altman," Billy says.
"Oh yeah?" Teddy says, his hands sliding up Billy's thighs.
"Yeah."
"Then make me take it back," Teddy says, and laughs. Because, well. There's only one way another tussle will end, he thinks, fingers finally moving to free Billy's hands. And Teddy is totally all for that.
Totally.
::fin::
YOU GUYS, BILLY REALLY REALLY LOVES HIS CAPE. BILLY/CAPE OTP, AMIRITE? It's caaaaaaanon~ as i see it, anyway
Author: attilatehbun
Fandom: Young Avengers
Pairing/Characters: Billy Kaplan/Teddy Altman
Rating: NC-17
Contains: slight bondage, kinda, terrible fashion sense
Word Count: 2000+ (lol smutlet wat)
Prompt: Billy/Teddy, cape!sex from tsaiko
Author's Notes: ...I have noticed a disturbing trend when I write about these boys, in that no matter what I seem to be writing, I always end up talking about their underpants. WTF, ME. i think there is something wrong
Waaaaaay more to come in this vein, eventually. Masterlist here.
::
It starts with the cape. It ends with the cape. There's some other stuff there in the middle, a delicious-bright smudge of events in the middle there, but Teddy can say, definitely, that it starts and ends with the cape.
And hell, the cape is a fairly important factor in the events of the middle, too.
~
Teddy isn't doing much. Okay, so, he's actually sort of kind of doing laundry, because he tends to forget to do it until he runs out of boxers, what with no one really around to remind him. Not to mention the lack of laundry machines in the lair. So he's picking through the clothes tossed carelessly in the corners of his room at the back of the lair, searching mainly for underpants. It is his third day of going commando, and, as it turns out, that is really far more uncomfortable than he'd previously been led to believe.
There's a rush of wind, like all the air molecules are tripping over each other in their haste to get the hell out of the space that's about to be occupied by something else. Teddy counts a beat, straightens, and says, "Hey Billy."
The air gets impossibly denser for a moment, heavy and tangible in Teddy's nose and throat, the air molecules struggling for one last second to get themselves clear, before they settle back around Billy, suddenly standing in the middle of Teddy's room.
"Hey, Teddy, you'll never guess--" That's as far as Billy gets because Teddy snorts, loudly, then doubles over with laughter, letting three pairs of dirty boxers out of his hand to rejoin their brethren on the floor. Billy's eyebrows draw down in his face. "What?"
Teddy gasps a little around his words. "Dude, what, what, are you doing?"
Billy's lips tighten; he doesn't speak. Instead, he raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms. The motion only serves to make Teddy laugh harder, because when Billy shifts his arms, it causes his cape to ripple.
Now, under ordinary circumstances, this wouldn't make Teddy laugh. Well, maybe a little. On the inside. But under ordinary circumstances, Billy wears his cape while trying to do good, be a superhero, which tends to add a certain gravitas to the way it flutters around him. Plus, he's usually wearing it with his costume. Not so much, now.
No, right now, Billy is wearing his cape over an otherwise completely faultless t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Which means, probably, that Billy was either lounging around his house, in his cape, for no other reason than that he could, or he was actually walking around in public like that.
Teddy doesn't know which option would be funnier, hence the laughing.
He helplessly flaps a hand at Billy's ensemble. "Please tell me you didn't wear that outside, Bill. Please."
Billy just purses his lips and hrrmphs a little, which is all the answer Teddy needs. "Oh, Billy, we've talked about this," he says. "That cape is just not as cool as you think it is."
"What would you know? You, if memory serves, wear a cravat," Billy says, scowling in a way Teddy kind of finds totally endearing.
"First of all," Teddy says, catching his breath, "it is a scarf, not a cravat. Secondly, I do not wear it with my regular clothes. Stealth, Billy, have you heard of it?"
Billy mumbles, "You're just jealous."
Teddy gets as far as a strangled "Jealous--" before Billy lunges at him, tackling him to the ground. Teddy lands with an ooof as Billy digs a knee into his thigh and manages to whack him in the solar plexus with a bony elbow.
Billy takes the advantage to grab Teddy's arms and smirk down at him. "Clearly," he says, "you are jealous of my superior fashion sense."
"Is that what we're calling it, then?" Teddy says, and bucks. Billy goes flying and Teddy rolls after him, hands reaching for the cape.
"The cape is lame," Teddy says, tugging on it.
"The cape is awesome," Billy retorts. He squirms underneath Teddy and tries to pull the cape back into place.
"Take it off."
"No."
"Yes."
"No," Billy says, and wriggles again, out from under Teddy's arm and around, pouncing on his back. "Ha," he crows, his weight pressing Teddy to the floor momentarily.
Now, Teddy might have super-strength, but Billy's had about twelve years of fighting with younger brothers, and those years have given him enough tricks to make the ensuing wrestling match interesting, no matter how much they both know that the outcome is a foregone conclusion.
Billy twists and writhes like a goddamn eel in the face of all of Teddy's grace of movement and his, well, brute force. Billy squirms and grabs and bites, chest trapped between Teddy's legs. He wraps his own legs around Teddy's hips and rolls them over the floor, over and over again. Every time Teddy starts to make some headway in tugging Billy's cape over his head, Billy slides and pins Teddy's arm, or his leg, or his chest, and succeeds in, if not getting the cape back in perfect order, at least in keeping it on. It's the most hilarious tug-of-war Teddy's ever been in, and he's determined to win.
They started out laughing, but they end gasping, Teddy straddling Billy's thighs. Billy's still got the cape on, but in a highly unusual fashion, and Teddy's mouth goes dry. The cape has gotten twisted around Billy's torso, cris-crossing his chest and rucking his shirt up enough to expose his flat belly and the bottom edge of rib. Teddy can't see behind Billy's back, but his hands are there and he can feel where the tails of the cape are wound tight around Billy's forearms, effectively binding him from elbow to wrist. His brain stutters for a moment, he thinks absurdly, how is it that stretchy, then Billy opens his eyes and his pupils are blown wide and bright. Teddy's heart starts to pound in a way that has nothing to do with exertion. Billy's eyes have frozen him in place.
"Oh fuck," he says. Billy's chest heaves; Teddy can see his Adam's apple bob as he swallows.
Teddy is half-hard already, from the wrestling and the feel of Billy moving around him: now Billy is spread beneath him, and he's done for. It's over.
"Fuck," he says again. "Fuck, I have to-- I need--" his fingers shake as they curl over Billy's waistband. He fumbles the button.
Billy gasps, his eyes narrow as he stares at Teddy. "Yes, fuck, get them off," he says. His voice is tight with need, but he's not begging. Teddy knows an order when he hears one, and it's enough to make him shiver and close his eyes. Yeah, it's hot as hell seeing Billy like that, but the demand, no, command, gets him all the way hard because that's what makes it Billy. All grace is gone from Teddy's movements as he yanks Billy's shoes and jeans off and tosses them over his shoulder. The jeans haven't even hit the ground before Teddy's freed Billy's cock from the slit in his boxers and taken it in his mouth.
Billy hisses a stream of meaningless syllables and arches hard into Teddy's mouth. Teddy gags a little as the head of Billy's cock hits the back of his throat, but he breathes hard through his nose and swallows as best he can around it.
Billy gasps. "Nnnnnnnnnnngh, shit, Teddy, yes, fuck."
Fuck, and it's so hot, Billy's muscles jumping beneath his fingers, coarse hairs scratching against his nose, and the sounds-- Teddy is painfully hard in his pants. He rolls his weight to one elbow as he presses his tongue flat against Billy, sliding one hand down his own stomach to undo his fly and take himself in hand, grateful for the first time in days that's he isn't wearing any underwear.
"Hnn, god, I--" Billy's bound wrists thump against the carpet. Teddy flicks his eyes up, watching Billy through his eyelashes. Billy's straining against the cape, and Teddy squeezes his hand to match the rhythm of his lips slicking up and down Billy's cock. Billy whines, "More, dammit, more," and Teddy can only obey.
The soft fabric of Billy's boxers tickles maddeningly at Teddy's chin, but he doesn't care; Billy's moans are filthy and Teddy's balls are already starting to ache with the need for release. He sucks Billy harder, deeper, not quite managing to keep his teeth out of the way, but Billy seems to like it, his head pressed back against the floor and his mouth sagging open.
Teddy pulls off long enough to mutter oh shit against the tight skin of the inside of Billy's thigh, his hand moving quick and practiced over himself.
Billy bucks up against him. "If you stop--" he bites out between gasps, "I will-- zap you-- into-- shiinnnnngh--" Billy breaks off with a strangled noise as Teddy licks a long stripe from root to tip and closes his mouth around him again. And then Billy jerks when Teddy applies a little more pressure and wriggles his tongue.
"Gonna-- fu-- Teddy, I'm co-- ah!" Billy cries out, voice breaking. Teddy's eyes flicker up his body as Billy shudders hard, oncetwice underneath him. Then suddenly, Billy's entire body arches, legs taut, arms pressed flat against the floor. His eyes fly open, bright blue magic flashing from the corners, and Teddy has exactly one second to think oh fuck me before Billy's cock pulses in his mouth and he comes.
Teddy coughs a little and tilts his head to a better angle, to swallow as much as he can. When Billy finally goes limp back down to the floor, stomach muscles still twitching jerkily, Teddy presses his face into the soft skin at the juncture of Billy's hip and thigh. He passes the pad of his thumb over the head of his cock, his mouth full of the taste of Billy, his ears full of Billy's shuddering breaths, and comes, orgasm drawing up from his toes and sparking jaggedly down his spine to spill, hot and sticky, over his hand.
He lies there, panting loudly into Billy's skin until Billy awkwardly nudges his shoulder with a thigh and says, "Come here."
Teddy obliges, crawling loose-limbed up Billy's body, pressing soft kisses to Billy's chest along the way.
Billy lifts his head and says, "Let me..."
Teddy blushes faintly and holds up his hand, feeling the sheepish smile spread across his lips. "I, uh..."
Billy eyes his damp fingers, then lets his head fall back and groans. "Oh fuck, Teddy." He swallows, and Teddy watches the long, pale column of his throat work for a moment before dropping down onto his elbows and nuzzling a kiss below Billy's ear.
"Up a little higher, T," Billy says, and prods Teddy with one shoulder. Teddy feels a small pang of guilt in his belly for Billy's arms, still pinned behind his back, and that must hurt, but it gets lost as Billy angles his head up and catches Teddy in a long, thorough kiss.
When he finally pulls away to breathe, Teddy mumbles, "That, was pretty much the hottest thing. Ever."
"Mmm," Billy hums, "You're telling me." He hooks a knee around Teddy's leg, and Teddy allows himself to lower his weight fully onto Billy, only wincing a little when his over-sensitized flesh comes into contact with hot, sweaty skin.
Billy noses at Teddy's hair. "Next time, you're wearing the cape," he says, sighing.
Teddy pulls back abruptly. "Oh hell no," he says. "In case you didn't hear me the first time, that thing is crazy pathetic."
Billy's face clouds, and in a surprising show of lower body strength, heaves Teddy off him. He rolls with it, coming to rest straddling Teddy's hips and glaring down at him.
It's all Teddy can do to keep his face solemn as Billy glowers.
"I think you'll find that to be a mistake, Altman," Billy says.
"Oh yeah?" Teddy says, his hands sliding up Billy's thighs.
"Yeah."
"Then make me take it back," Teddy says, and laughs. Because, well. There's only one way another tussle will end, he thinks, fingers finally moving to free Billy's hands. And Teddy is totally all for that.
Totally.
::fin::
YOU GUYS, BILLY REALLY REALLY LOVES HIS CAPE. BILLY/CAPE OTP, AMIRITE? It's caaaaaaanon~ as i see it, anyway