"I love you" works pretty well, I think. Because I love you too...
[It takes some effort - he's dizzy and drowsy and utterly spent, but this is important - but Billy manages to drag his eyes open again to meet Teddy's blue gaze, fingers stroking lazily through the locks of blond hair that he just can't seem to stop touching. The expression on Teddy's face makes him so very glad he looked; the love in his gaze, the emotions Billy finds there, are almost breathtaking. It's such a wealth of feelings that he can't or won't say right now, but that he doesn't have to, either, because his expression is saying it all. He'd known that doing this would touch Teddy in a way that he could never experience, but this...
...god but is he ever glad for that impulsive, half-asleep suggestion he'd made on his birthday. He doesn't know how long it would have taken for them to do this otherwise, but he can't think of a better way this could have happened. It's perfect, all of this. Nothing could be more perfect. He closes his eyes again, briefly, tilting his head back and breathing in the scent of them, shampoo and sweat and sex and just two people, so very different and so very incomplete without one another.
What more could he ever need in his life than this?]
[action, february 23rd]
[It takes some effort - he's dizzy and drowsy and utterly spent, but this is important - but Billy manages to drag his eyes open again to meet Teddy's blue gaze, fingers stroking lazily through the locks of blond hair that he just can't seem to stop touching. The expression on Teddy's face makes him so very glad he looked; the love in his gaze, the emotions Billy finds there, are almost breathtaking. It's such a wealth of feelings that he can't or won't say right now, but that he doesn't have to, either, because his expression is saying it all. He'd known that doing this would touch Teddy in a way that he could never experience, but this...
...god but is he ever glad for that impulsive, half-asleep suggestion he'd made on his birthday. He doesn't know how long it would have taken for them to do this otherwise, but he can't think of a better way this could have happened. It's perfect, all of this. Nothing could be more perfect. He closes his eyes again, briefly, tilting his head back and breathing in the scent of them, shampoo and sweat and sex and just two people, so very different and so very incomplete without one another.
What more could he ever need in his life than this?]