☆-- house warming. (CLOSED) - ON-GOING

[witchactually]

WHO: Teddy Altman (skrullactually), Billy Kaplan (witchactually).
WHAT: Making a house a home.
WHERE: The new apartment that Teddy, Tommy, and Billy are moving into.
WHEN: After the boys go looking for a new home.

Warning: Boytouching within! 8C

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[skrullactually]

Okay, so maybe it was a bit preemptive of Teddy to shower and get changed before everything was completely unpacked. But, he reasoned as he padded out of the bathroom, the Doublemint Twins would no doubt make quick work of it all. They did, after all, have speed and a little hocus pocus to get the job done; all it would take was a little visualization and positive reinforcement. Well, that and probably some wingeing in order to get Tommy of his ass. Besides, he'd paid his dues already, Teddy figured, after huffing most of the boxes up and down the stairs himself

[witchactually]

Billy was busy watching a passer-by below when he heard Teddy's gentle greeting, curiously watching as the person on the sidewalk a few floors below them walked a fluff ball of a dog along. "Hey," he answered absently, waiting until the stranger vanished around the corner before really turning to look at Teddy.

Hey was right. No matter how many times he'd seen Teddy half-dressed, the sight would never stop making him get a little flustered. Already, he could sense the beginnings of butterflies in his stomach, half-wondering if that feeling would ever grow old. He couldn't imagine what Teddy could ever really want with shape-shifting powers-- he was nearly perfect as he was, anyways. Perfect enough that sometimes Billy wanted to put a paper bag on Teddy's head and not let anyone else look at him.

"...If you keep walking around half-naked, someone's gonna freak out," Billy answered wryly at length, covering up the speeding of his heart beat by casually lifting a hand to brush the curls of his bangs away from his face. "I'm thinking

[skrullactually]

Teddy could tell right away that the whole walk-around-shirtless plan had been a good idea. After all, what was better than having just plain Billy all to himself? Why, having a flustered Billy, of course. Teddy smiled.

He recognized his boyfriend's gesture from dozens of times before; so many times, in fact, that he'd lost count, even though he still noticed it ever single time. What, between packed subway rides and elevators that always seemed just a little too small, tiny glances over the shoulder while the two stripped their sweaty clothes off after soccer. It was the kind of gesture that Billy did in an attempt to hide the obvious distraction Teddy's body caused in him, something nonchalant -- almost too casual -- as if to say, oh yeah, I'm totally not staring."Oh so what, she's probably loving it," Teddy finally shrugged, draping his towel along the iron-wrought railing to dry. Pushing himself away from the ledge he stretched, both arms in the air, head thrown back and upwards to the open sky. The motion exposed the

[witchactually]

There were times when Billy suspected that Teddy was distracting him on purpose, and then there were times when he knew. But even with that knowledge, he couldn't help stealing a side-long glance at the play of muscles and limbs as his boyfriend stretched leisurely beside him, sincere brown eyes half-hiding under long eyelashes. He allowed himself to admire for a second before closing his eyes, leaning forward to rest his forearms on the railing and bask the sunlight on his face.

"I should start charging people for the show," Billy answered, wryness lingering in his tone, though contentedness smoothed his voice out, making it softer and warmer. There was a small hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth, making his words less of the usual reprimand or snarky come-back and maybe more of a tease. "That would definitely take care of the rent."