kukkijar | Teddy Altman ; APPOINTMENTS

[The fact that Billy knows with Teddy not having to say a word is just one of the many things he loves about him. He would've gladly said what it meant to him, but he doesn't have to. There are bruises and cuts and scars deep within him that he's kept carefully hidden for so long, long enough that keeping them covered takes no effort at all, and revealing them feels like pouring salt all over a reopened wound.

With Billy, he doesn't even have to do it. As self-thinking as Billy can be sometimes, he can spend this much time with Teddy and just know. Take one look at a buried scar and know the reason for it and accept it. Perhaps not understand it, but still accept that it's there and a part of him that may never fade, maybe even dare to do a bit of healing of his own.

And Teddy knows what this meant for Billy, too; it wasn't nearly as deep, and he's honestly glad for that. He wanted Teddy's other form, one intended for battle and nothing more, just as much as Teddy himself, because that is Teddy, nothing more and nothing less. Billy had said it enough times for Teddy to believe it, but to really act on it, show it rather than hear it...

God. How did Teddy find his other half so early in his life?

With those thoughts, Teddy moves his hand from Billy's cape to trace against his jawline, lips nuzzling against his hair before he lowers his head once more, now to rest his forehead against his boyfriend's. Just watching, just looking, just treasuring this person he's found and losing himself in those brown eyes that so easily held his world.]

... I love you. I don't know how else to say it...

[Not just "I love you", but "I'll love you forever, I want to fall asleep with you every night, I want to wake up with you, I want to fly with you, I want to walk and hold your hand with you, I want to grow up with you, I want to grow old with you." It's probably a little too early to say things like that though, both in terms of their age and his own maturity on the subject of a deep love like this. Because, seriously. Sickening.]

"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?]

[With his boyfriend's eyes closed, Teddy takes the opportunity to rest his hand more firmly against Billy's cheek, then lift his head just slightly, enough to press a soft, tender, prolonged kiss against one eyelid, then the other, his own eyes slipping shut as well. Once he's done, he rests his head against the pillow, a musing smile on his face as he strokes Billy's cheekbone with his thumb. Honestly, he could stay like that forever, just watching the love of his life and laying here while the rest of the world turns... but that's a little silly, and finally Teddy glances down at Billy's outfit.]

I think I can help you out of that now... If you want me to.

[Billy's lips quirk into a wider smile at the kisses, the tenderness of it, and he shifts his shoulders enough to figure out that yes, moving isn't a horrendous chore. It takes more effort than it ought, but he expected that.

God, he could fall asleep like this, but he knows that's probably a bad idea right now, however tempting. They're such a mess that they'll be sticking together like glue - uncomfortably, not the cute metaphorical way - when everything dries.]

Mm... yeah, I want. We were supposed to have a shower, ugh...

Mmhmm. We can do that later too.

[You know, if they don't even up falling asleep once Billy's out of his costume. Teddy sits up, nudging Billy's shoulder to get him on his stomach as well as a muttered request to do so, although that plus his movements trail off when he sees the bed. Rather, what's left of it. And the headboard. And the - god, really, the wall?]

... Oh, god. [With one hand still on Billy's shoulder, Teddy lifts the other to cover his face and let out a groan.] I didn't even...

Mmm... what are you...?

[Billy reluctantly lifts his head from where he'd pillowed it on crossed arms once on his stomach, his gaze drawn to the state of the bed just as Teddy's had been, and he immediately trails off. It's... in a pretty bad state. It seems like there's fluff everywhere from a ruptured pillow, the sheets are ripped to shreds, the headboard had actually cracked several times over, and the wall has enormous, scrawling marks left by talons. Billy's eyes wander from feature to feature, making a mental note not to hang any more posters above his bed, and while there are a lot of things he could say to what he sees, the only thing he manages to get out is-]

....Huh.

[Teddy doesn't look up, doesn't really deem it necessary to answer that other than with an embarrassing groan. After a moment, he does give words to what he's feeling, although it's muffled due to his hand still covering his face.]

I am so. Sorry. Um. We can sleep in my bed tonight...

Mm, yeah. I figured we'd have to anyway.

[Sensing another problem, he forces himself to roll back over again, reaching up to try and tug Teddy's hands away from his face. He's torn between affectionate exasperation and sympathy, as well as another emotion, something much stronger and deeper, now that he's getting a moment or two to let it sink in.]

Hey, c'mere. Look at me. No hiding.

[Whyyyy is Billy so calm about this, Teddy practically wrecked his bed, god - After a couple of tugs though (which didn't get much movement because hello, super strength), Teddy lowers his hand enough to peek at Billy with just his eyes, then finally lowers his hand fully and looks at him like he's about to be sent to the dog house.]

... I really am sorry.

[God, he looks so pitiful, Billy almost feels like laughing because it's so ridiculous. He doesn't, obviously - it would be terrible - but there's some pretty visible mirth in his eyes as he finally tugs Teddy's hand down to lazily kiss his knuckles.]

I'm not. Are you kidding me? That was the best sex we've ever had. Look what I made you do!

[Yeah, remember that extra emotion he's feeling? It's pride.]

[Teddy feels his face burn hotter, both from Billy's words and actions. He doesn't even try shifting away the redness either, just lets it creep back to his ears.]

Um... yeah, you made me turn the bed - your bed into shambles.

[Billy might have to explain a little further to see how this is a prideful thing; the way Teddy sees it, it's an inconvenience that's made them have to move their sleeping place.]

Our bed. I think we can safely call it our bed at this point.

[They're in it together more often than not, after all. But more seriously:]

I think you're looking at the wrong thing, here. Yeah, you wrecked the bed. It's kind of- it's cool, how you were that into it. But what you should be looking at is me.

[At that, he shifts his body a little, pulling at the ripped material of the costume to get it out of the way as much as he can without help, at his hips, his waist, his thighs, and his gloves, wherever Teddy had put his hands while they were making love. And beneath the material, the only sign that he'd been touched at all is a collection of little white depressions where his fingers had been, signs of a hardened grip, painless and no worse than any mark he'd left in the past without the Hulkling form. He gives Teddy a meaningful look once he's finished showing off, smiling gently.

He's proud that he got Teddy to lose control, yes.

But he's more proud that Teddy made sure he was safe first.]

[Teddy looks at those spots for a moment, and then he scoots closer, unable to resist the urge to run his fingers over the exposed skin, both to express affection and to check for any real signs of damage. His thighs, his hips, his stomach, even his softened length - though he doesn't touch there for long, he's sure Billy's too tired to feel aroused again, after all.

And, well... Other than the usual marks he tends to leave, there's nothing. No signs of anything being painful, not even when the passion ramped up. It was just... the bed that was on the receiving end of whatever he couldn't hold back.

Whatever tension that was in his shoulders ends up relaxing, and he glances away with a half smile of his own, though it's enough for a dimple to show in his cheek. His hand remains on Billy's thigh for a moment, then slides down to his knee, just keeping contact for now, assuring himself further. It's scary even to him how capable he is of such destruction, something he's been reminded of over and over ever since he was a child. But if he can make sure that someone he holds dear and precious to him is safe, even when his emotions feel out of control, even if less sentient objects get broken in the process...

Well. What's there to be ashamed of? And if Billy's so proud of what he made Teddy do...

Maybe he's a little proud of himself, too. Not for destroying the bed, god no. That'll always be a source of embarrassment, Hulkling or not. But defying what he was so afraid of at the start of all this... That, he can be proud of.]

Heh... I've got more control that I thought. [And after a glance at the wall:] More or less.

You do. You're amazing.

[Billy shifts his hand to Teddy's chest, rubbing up and down soothingly before letting his hand drop. It seems as if the message has been both received and accepted, so he feels a little better about it. Beds can be fixed, and people heal, even if he didn't have to this time. It's not that big a deal.

Maybe someday Teddy will trust himself as much as Billy trusts him, but until then, he'll be sure to give reminders like this.]

...And you know that if you had left a mark on me somewhere, I'd be fine with it, right?

[He says it in a casual tone, knowing full-well that Teddy probably doesn't think that at all.]

[That makes Teddy's smile fade and his gaze to shoot back at him, a very, very brief expression like fear in his eyes before it's replaced with a mild worry, and his eyebrow raises as if asking really, Billy, really? Although he does seem to look a little musing on the subject, now that he's thinking of a specific form of marking that he's already practiced quite a bit with him.]

Well, I can always go for hickies in other places... thighs, maybe?

[He can get behind that. Just. No scratches or anything he might cause, that's just asking a bit too much right now.

That worry fades soon enough, replaced by another smile as he nudges at Billy's shoulder.]

But we can save that for another time. Right now, costume change...?

[...hickies...

...well, that's okay, too. Billy's smile is musing, and he doesn't push the issue; it's not exactly what he meant, but Teddy's already overcome one huge hurdle today, and the state of the bed's got him nervous. He won't ruin the evening by trying to explain what he's really talking about. It's not like he's asking Teddy to hurt him, but he can't articulate the intent well right now, either.

He'll just file it away for later; for now, he rolls back over, head pillowed on his arms again.]

Mmhmm. If it won't budge, just tear it- I'll fix it tomorrow.

It's kind of what I had in mind.

[This is much better territory right here, no talking about marks or control or strength or anything. And for a moment, Teddy doesn't mess with the costume, just strokes his fingers up and down Billy's back. His lower back, after it's caressed for a moment, gets special treatment; Teddy presses his fingers against the spot and rubs them in circles, a massage in all the right places, seeing how those muscles were abused due to their love making.

With one hand still palming his lower back, the other trails a fingernail up his spine, and Billy will feel that nail turn into a claw on its way up. That might give him an idea on what Teddy's planning, though he doesn't start tearing just yet.]

...Nnnn.

[Billy lets his approval sound in his tone, shown in the way his back arches meaningfully into the touch. He doesn't mind or flinch at the claw, merely smiles again, knowing what to expect and looking one hundred percent okay with it. Teddy's already well and truly shown how trustworthy he is; those claws will never scare him now.]

[Once Teddy gets to the top of where the costume actually begins, he has to move his other hand, seeing how this'll be easier with both of them available. He presses a kiss just above the line of spandex, then lifts up the edge of the material just slightly, enough to slide a claw under, then starts to tear a neat line downward. With his strength, and his other hand holding onto the spandex to ensure that it doesn't get pulled down with the movement, it's relatively easy to do.

At his shoulder blades, Teddy stops for a moment just to cut a similar line left and right to free up his arms from the sleeves. Then he's back on track, moving downward again slowly, carefully, until he gets to the small of his back, where he momentarily stops.]

Mm, all right? [He's not quite finished yet, but let's try freeing up what's cut for now. Teddy pushes the fabric that's cut along Billy's back to the sides and, with his fingers shifted to normal, he goes right back to pampering his boyfriend with a back massage, paying attention to all the places that might have suffered a little abuse or that still carry some tension.]

Definitely alright.

[There's no hesitation in Billy's voice, just an undertone of sleepy contentment and cuddly bliss. His fingers curl in the material of what's left of one of his pillows, scattering fluff and feathers, and his wings shudder and stretch out a bit, no longer confined against his back under the fabric. After being in it for so long, even with how good the experience has been and how comfortable the costume is, essentially, it feels good to be free. Or half free, anyway. And he can wait for the rest if this is what's delaying things.

He shifts very slightly, pressing as deep into the bed as he can without actually melting into it, his voice half-muffled in the pillow.]

Oh my god, you are way too good to me...

Nah... just good enough, I think.

[Trust Teddy to be humble about his actions. Loving Billy like this just feels natural, and he loves to make him feel good, so what could be too good about this?

Though just to make things extra-nice, Teddy presses his thumbs in circles against Billy's lower back, and he keeps up that motion as he leans himself down and presses his lips against the flesh between Billy's wings, enjoying the feel of the feathers tickling his cheeks. He then nuzzles the spot with his nose and lips before pressing little kisses downward, until he reaches his hands, which still work at the muscles within the small of Billy's back.]

Ready for the rest? [And because Teddy can be pretty shameless when he's alone with Billy, he lets his hands slide down until the brush against the curve of Billy's ass, fingers musing there.]

[Well, better than what he'd originally thought, at least- that Teddy was too good for him or something. Then again sometimes he thought Teddy was too damn good for anyone. There'd certainly been moments.

This isn't one of them. This moment is just: he's in love, he had excellent sex, and he enjoys being pampered. That's about all the haze of his mind is able to cover right now.

His wings flutter a bit as Teddy draws away from them, practically with a mind of their own, and he takes a moment to stretch them out fully, back arching, shoulders rolling. He still feels loose and a bit noodle-armed, but it feels good to- well, feel them again.

His ass, though...]

Hrngh. Depends on what you do with that.

[It's not quite a wince, more of a preemptive, cautious expression, because he's still pretty damn tender in that particular area from what they'd just done, but he trusts Teddy to be gentle. Still, it never hurts to give a little extra warning, just in case.

He's smiling where his face is pressed against the crook of his arm, though, head tilted so the expression is visible, so Teddy can at least gauge his mood if he cares to look.]

[That look on Billy's face, a smile tinged with comfort and contentedness, makes Teddy feel a warm sensation in his chest that makes him feel like melting a little, a feeling he remembers having when Billy first set his eyes on Teddy's true form and smiled. He's not sure why - something about seeing Billy so at peace like they aren't in a place like Luceti, like it's just the two of them, two people so very in love and being close and intimate with each other, like the world outside doesn't even exist anymore.

Some people said the "head over heels" part of being in love happens early and then fades to something more calm, but it's been a little more than a year and Teddy's still doing tumbles in his head.]

Not manhandle it like I did earlier, so you're in luck.

[In fact, he moves his hands away from Billy's (perfectly shaped in his opinion) ass to move his fingers in the tear of the outfit, grows his fingers into claws, and then begins to tear his way down again, this time making two separate lines, the first down one leg, and the second down the other. It takes a little longer, but once he's finished, he lifts one of Billy's legs out of the costume, claws still out, and presses a kiss to the back of his knee as he lowers it to the bed, free of the confining spandex.]

You have come to fight as free legs. And free legs you are! What will you do without freedom? Will you fight? [He quotes as he trails his fingers up and down the length of Billy's legs, feeling for tension that might be there. God, he loves his legs.]

[Billy snorts at that, quietly at first, then he turns his head to press it against the bed, shoulders shaking with muffled laughter. The humour of Teddy's statement is clashing with the delightful feeling of fingers on his skin, and his toes twist together and curl to show his appreciation for it. When he manages to lift his head again, breathless and grinning, he has to spit out a feather from the wreck of his pillow.]

You are the weirdest guy I know.

[His tone is affectionate as ever, anyway, obviously not bothered by the weirdness. He just let himself get screwed senseless by a big green alien, he'd be a hypocrite to point fingers when it comes to unusual behaviour anyway.]

You're one to talk.

[Teddy's tone is just as affectionate, obviously thinking the same thing. But he's also caught up with turning his stroking touches into first light massaging, and then a little harder, though his touch turns gentle again when he's near Billy's upper thighs. Billy is the one who got screwed senseless by a big green alien, after all; he deserves a full body massage.

Though, speaking of that...

For the moment, Teddy pauses his ministrations to stretch out over Billy's body, one arm above the other teen's head to hold his weight, the other finding and twining with one of Billy's hands as he lays out over him, his chest against Billy's back, and nuzzles his hair before he leans his head around to whisper in his ear.]

So, I finally know what it's like to sleep with a superhero. And it's awesome.

Edited 2013-07-10 12:50 (UTC)

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