A Twin Thing
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Young Avengers
Characters: Wiccan, Hulkling, Speed
Notes: Fanfic100 prompt #77-What?
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
077: What?
Billy groaned and snatched the insistantly ringing phone off the hook. It took him a moment to figure out which end was the top through a drowsy haze, induced by several days with less enough sleep.
"Hello?"
"Hey, babe," Tommy drawled on the other end. "Whatcha doin’?"
"Quit trying to impersonate Teddy. You’re bad at it. Good-bye."
He hung up and settled back onto the couch to continue with his nap. Not five seconds later, though, the phone rang again.
"Hello?"
"Dude, are you awake?"
"Tommy, go away."
Ring. Ring.
"I ought to leave it," he mumbled. "Hello?"
"Can I come over?"
"What? Why?"
"Just say yes."
Billy sighed. "Tommy, the last time you said that, I wound up covered in flour and having to explain to my mother why there was a huge mound of the stuff in the living room."
There was an uncharacteristically long silence. Billy thought Tommy might have disconnected.
"Just say I can come over."
"Fine. But do not bring flour or any ther substance that could get me in trouble."
Billy hung up the phone and blinked, opening his eyes to find his brother exactlywhere he expected to: on the couch beside him.
"Did something happen?"
Tommy sighed and looked guilty. "I was teasin’ your boyfriend about his twin thing."
"And?"
"He said I was a waste of space. Am I a waste of space?"
Billy looked at him a little closer.
"No. What else happened?" he asked carefully.
Tommy curled up with his head in Billy’s lap. "I might’ve said some stuff."
"Such as?"
"Maybe he didn’t deserve you."
"Go on."
"And maybe he’s just using you, and maybe he should drop off the face of the planet."
"Uh-huh."
"And he might’ve hit me and told me I wouldn’t know, since I never slowed down enough for anyone, anyway."
"Good God. What prompted this?"
"We just had a good screaming match going. And he doesn’t deserve you."
"Why ever do you say that?"
Tommy sat up, digging his knees into the couch and leaning forward. "Because he doesn’t," he said, pulled Billy in for a long, startled kiss.
Billy found himself sinking into it despite himself, parting his lips for Tommy’s tongue, tilting his head back, making tiny noises that drove Tommy nuts. The speedster rested his free hand on Billy’s hip and leaned into him, pushing him down onto the couch, sliding his knee up to put just enough pressure on Billy’s crotch to make him squirm.
A cough from the general direction of the door interrupted them and made the pair of them scramble to sit up.
"As much as this turns me on," Teddy stated, "he is an ass."
Fandom: Young Avengers
Characters: Wiccan, Hulkling, Speed
Notes: Fanfic100 prompt #77-What?
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
077: What?
Billy groaned and snatched the insistantly ringing phone off the hook. It took him a moment to figure out which end was the top through a drowsy haze, induced by several days with less enough sleep.
"Hello?"
"Hey, babe," Tommy drawled on the other end. "Whatcha doin’?"
"Quit trying to impersonate Teddy. You’re bad at it. Good-bye."
He hung up and settled back onto the couch to continue with his nap. Not five seconds later, though, the phone rang again.
"Hello?"
"Dude, are you awake?"
"Tommy, go away."
Ring. Ring.
"I ought to leave it," he mumbled. "Hello?"
"Can I come over?"
"What? Why?"
"Just say yes."
Billy sighed. "Tommy, the last time you said that, I wound up covered in flour and having to explain to my mother why there was a huge mound of the stuff in the living room."
There was an uncharacteristically long silence. Billy thought Tommy might have disconnected.
"Just say I can come over."
"Fine. But do not bring flour or any ther substance that could get me in trouble."
Billy hung up the phone and blinked, opening his eyes to find his brother exactlywhere he expected to: on the couch beside him.
"Did something happen?"
Tommy sighed and looked guilty. "I was teasin’ your boyfriend about his twin thing."
"And?"
"He said I was a waste of space. Am I a waste of space?"
Billy looked at him a little closer.
"No. What else happened?" he asked carefully.
Tommy curled up with his head in Billy’s lap. "I might’ve said some stuff."
"Such as?"
"Maybe he didn’t deserve you."
"Go on."
"And maybe he’s just using you, and maybe he should drop off the face of the planet."
"Uh-huh."
"And he might’ve hit me and told me I wouldn’t know, since I never slowed down enough for anyone, anyway."
"Good God. What prompted this?"
"We just had a good screaming match going. And he doesn’t deserve you."
"Why ever do you say that?"
Tommy sat up, digging his knees into the couch and leaning forward. "Because he doesn’t," he said, pulled Billy in for a long, startled kiss.
Billy found himself sinking into it despite himself, parting his lips for Tommy’s tongue, tilting his head back, making tiny noises that drove Tommy nuts. The speedster rested his free hand on Billy’s hip and leaned into him, pushing him down onto the couch, sliding his knee up to put just enough pressure on Billy’s crotch to make him squirm.
A cough from the general direction of the door interrupted them and made the pair of them scramble to sit up.
"As much as this turns me on," Teddy stated, "he is an ass."