kukkijar | Teddy Altman ; APPOINTMENTS

[At the mention of the word "bed", Will's eyes snap open, immediately going wide, mouth slightly agape as he allows those words to sink in. A bed. A bed. This isn't just a sneaky make-out session in the corner or the washrooms at school when they have thirty seconds of privacy between classes. This isn't hiding out in a nasty abandoned alley in the most misfit part of town and sticking their hands down their pants. This is... this is a bed. Privacy.

Time.]

S... so you're saying... [He swallows hard. Licks his lips. Breathes in.] ...You're saying we have a mattress.

[Okay, so panic makes him somewhat inelegant.]

[Theodore realizes it about when Will starts to talk, and the flush ends up going to his ears. He'd - Well, yes, he'd thought of that when he first had the idea to use the house as a sort of getaway place, even prepared for it, thought that maybe post homecoming, they could use some... celebration. But thinking about it on his own is one thing - doing so in front of the one he loves and talking about it like it's a very real possibility is way more nerve-wracking.]

Um... yeah, we do. It's not the most... It's not the best mattress, but it's... yeah. Bed.

[He's not quite as elegant either, it seems.]

[Ted's flush makes him feel nervous, which leads to a blush crossing his own cheeks, and he ducks his head, leaning in and pressing his forehead against the other boy's neck, his voice muffled.]

Are we ready for that...?

[His idea of "that" is incredibly vague and undefined, like he's struggling with the issue, not sure what to suggest or imagine or fantasize about or- or what is too much, what would be pushing the boundaries of too much, too fast.]

[The most Teddy knows about it is from reading a book or two in the library, and it wasn't even for two boys - the process was still the same, just... on a different gender, which was a whole different kind of awkward. It's how he knew just what to get, at least, which was awkward on another level that made his whole face flush red when he bought them.

This is just plain terrifying, but also... thrilling? Exciting? Like walking out on stage for the first time, the spotlight hitting you, knowing that people are out there watching your every move, waiting for you to entertain. This is different, of course it is, and...

Are they ready?]

I...

[He swallows hard, one hand moving up to run his fingers through William's hair. Are they ready? They'd used their hands, their mouths, their hips, all in a short space of time with one ear always open to the outside. Finally, they're alone, and the question of the century is pressing down on them. Are they ready?

...]

I know that... more than anything, I want to be with you. On - On every level. I want to give you everything. My heart, my soul, my body... it's all yours, Bee.

[He takes in a deep breath, thinking about their future, what William means to him, what they have now... and as he lets out that breath, he nods.]

I'm ready if you are. And - It's okay if you're not, I'm just... letting you know. I am. If you are.

[The certainty in Ted's voice is steadying, giving him a center, and William clings to it. He needs that stability, because it isn't just his nerves that's making him hesitate, it's a lack of knowledge, lack of education- he'd never had the chance to do that sort of research, or get anything they needed for this. Going to the library to look for that sort of information had been inappropriate and so risky. It hadn't been a chance he could dare to take.

But Teddy sounds so sure of himself... for all of it.

All yours.

Will shudders, leaning back and opening his eyes to meet Ted's. He needs the focus, to see the steadiness in his boyfriend's eyes and draw upon it.]

It's... not that. I, um. [He bites his lip, still blushing, and he has to fight the urge to look away. Focus, focus. He's your center now.] I don't know what to do.

[Teddy does not laugh, have second thoughts, or even look surprised. He expected that, really. William's got a lot more to lose than Teddy does when it comes to class, so if he got caught reading something like that...

Instead, he gives a sympathetic, yet shy smile, and he cups Will's cheek and strokes the bone under his eye, the touch light and gentle.]

It's okay... Really, it is. I... sort of know? I only read about it... But I know the where and how, at least.

[He pauses, debating with himself, before he gives Will's forehead a little nudge with his own.] I can tell you what to do. [His smile widens, more teasing now.] It's a little weird - it really is, but if you stick with me? It'll be really, really good. I promise.

[...He knows? Oh god, of course he knows. Ted seems forever prepared for anything. It's uncanny, really, even if what he's prepared for is something like finding a back-up girlfr-

No, no, he's not ruining this moment by thinking of her. It's... actually really cool, that Teddy knows. He feels his cheeks go even redder, almost impossibly so, and he returns the nuzzle, hands rubbing up and down Teddy's back. It means they can go forward. It means they have no boundaries, nothing stopping them but their own nerves and desires.

And with that knowledge to back him up, he's not so worried anymore.]

Okay... okay. I'll follow your lead.

... Okay.

[Oh god, oh god oh god, this is really happening. And who knows, maybe they'll chicken out when the time really comes, but they're actually agreed on it and moving towards it. Those nerves, that stage fright, is getting even stronger, but so is the excitement.

He touches Will's elbows with both hands, then gives them a light tug to get him to follow him as he moves, heading back towards the bedroom. Before he gets too far, he lets his hands slide down to hold one of William's, letting their fingers already entwine.]

The hard part comes later, so it's mostly just business as usual until we're... until we get our clothes off. [And, realizing that their business as usual was mostly rushed, he quietly adds:] We can actually go slow and everything... [Which further fuels him, because he loves, loves it when he can physically touch his boyfriend, and by now, Will is probably well aware of that.]

[William follows him, slowly at first and gaining momentum the more steps they take. He's feeling the eagerness now, and he's trembling a little, but his expression makes it clear that it's because of anticipation just as much as nerves.]

Business as usual... ha... as if anything about this is normal.

[He presses his hands flat against Ted's back, fingers curling against his shirt.]

It isn't... it's special, this time. You've made it special.

[Teddy's shoulders raise, not just because of the touches against his back, but mostly the words, that he's the one who made this special. He's always been romantic and sentimental with William, it's something Theodore loves doing, and for the past month, he's been afraid that he doesn't let William know it enough, no matter how hard he tries or how much heart he puts into everything he does with him.

And he did this... he made this special. He smiles down at the floor, watching his feet as they step along the boards.]

Nah... I only made it half special. You completed it.

[Just like how William completes him.

Soon enough, they make it to the bedroom, which is about as mediocre as Theodore had said. The only real possessions left in the room is an empty dresser with a mirror above it, an equally empty nightstand with a lamp beside it, and then the bed. Which is stripped of its sheets, but still has a pillow, albeit small and likely not nearly as luxurious as William's back at home.

Right now, however, it looks like God himself sent it down just for them. Theodore feels a smile come over his face, real and true and happy and excited, and he turns to face his boyfriend, hands moving up to rest against his waist.]

Like I said, it's not exactly the best room ever, but...

[It really isn't impressive, even in the slightest, but it's enough. It's more than enough.]

I'm not even looking at it.

[Which is true - after a cursory glance, William closes his eyes, tilting his head up to catch Ted's lips against his own again, opening up immediately, the kiss hungry and eager. They could do this in the middle of someone's ratty old grass and he'd be satisfied with it, although for obvious, vaguely germaphobic reasons, he's really glad they aren't.]

[Teddy takes advantage of that openness immediately, kissing him with heat and passion, one hand sliding up his waist under his shirt and the other tangling into his hair, pressing him closer and finding a new angle in which to take both of their breaths away. This is pretty much how most of their makeout sessions start, but this time - Will's right, this time, it's different. There's a certain charge to the air that Theodore can feel all around him, an an awareness that they can actually take their time and really explore each other. It's enough to already make an arousal stir, and the way their bodies are pressing together, the way Will's skin and hair feels against his hands - well. It's certainly not helping matters much.

When he pulls back from the kiss, he rests his forehead against Will's for a moment and shuts his eyes, catching his breath, taking in the scent of his boyfriend, the feel of this new and exciting charge all around the, the sound of Will's breathing so close to his own. Soon enough, however, he's looking at him with a little smile, letting the hand on Will's bare waist pull him along as he steps back, until the backs of his legs hit the bed.

Then he's kissing him again, and this time he's the one opening up to William.]

[He can feel the bed behind Teddy, even with the kiss as a proper distraction, and the hand on his waist, besides. The pressure against their knees is a huge draw, though, and he gives Teddy a light push, trying to ease him back down on the bed to straddle him. Easier to get their clothes off when they're properly balanced.

Teddy touching his bare skin is plenty cause for a stirring in his groin, and he makes a soft sound of approval, sliding his own hands down to tug up Teddy's shirt. Clothes coming off seems like a really good idea right now.]

[Teddy chuckles into the kiss, both from Will's bullying and him tugging on his shirt. Really, the both of them can be incredibly impatient when it comes to this... though given their history of having to rush, it's not really a surprise.

With William's hands tugging at his shirt, Theodore breaks the kiss, raises his arms and lowers himself to sit on the side of the bed, his eyes on Will's expression all the while. Teddy himself isn't so confident in the way he looks, but he knows that Will rather enjoys it, and that's enough for him.

But he can't be alone here. He lowers his arms not to his sides, but to Will's hips, where he slides them upward, feeling the skin he loves so much, taking the shirt with him.]

Mm, Bee...

You know, with both of us not wanting to let go, this could take a while...

[William teases the fabric up as far as he can get it, then leans in to kiss a long path down Teddy's cheek and neck, focusing in on the crook between his neck and shoulder. If he can't get Teddy's shirt off yet, he's determined to make a good, solid mark on him, instead.

Even if it's hidden, even if no one else gets to see it, at least he'll know. This one's mine. Wanda doesn't get to have this part of him, not ever.]

Hey, come on, I'm trying to-oh-aaaa...

[Here Theodore was moving his hands away to let William do what he wanted with his shirt, but with the other boy sucking on his neck like that...

He shuts his eyes and tilts his head, one hand tugging on the shoulder of his own shirt to bare more skin before holding Will's arm, and the other finds its way into the other boy's hair again, gently encouraging him to keep going.]

Hnn, yes, keep doing that...

[He knows why Will's doing this and, though he should be a little worried about what people will be able to see, right now, he doesn't care. The thought of being marked by his boyfriend, being claimed - It feels wonderful, thrilling, besides the way it
physically feels.

He wasn't lying when he said every part of him belonged to William, including his body. Claim him all you want.]

[William chuckles faintly against the skin of Teddy's neck, pleased that he's enjoying this as much as William himself is. His nails scrape gently against Teddy's waist, his teeth echoing the motion as he sucks and nibbles around the same spot he'd originally been kissing. Feeling Teddy stir beneath him, hearing the sounds he makes is more than enough incentive to keep going.

Only when he feels like the shirt is hampering his actions too much to continue does he finally draw back, reaching down to drag the shirt even further up, hoping to get it over his head. He wants to see his handiwork properly.]

You feel amazing, you know? I want to touch everything... I want to see it all.

You can, you can... we've got all the time in the world right now.

[That's not quite true; the both of them have to be back for dinner with their respective families. But that's a good hour or so away, so really, they have plenty of time.

With Will's encouragement, Teddy raises his arms again, allowing his shirt to be pulled over his head and off of his arms. His face is flushed, both from all the ministrations that Will gave him and the fact that his torso is exposed now, but he still leans back, hands behind him and against the bed to support his weight, to show his upper body off for William, back slightly arched, neck tilted back.]

This enough for you?

[This certainly isn't the first time William's seen him shirtless, but this is different. It's one thing to see him, it's another to have the time and opportunity to explore, feel every part of him, touch everything like he said.]

...Not even close. I want so much more.

[It's halfway an exhale, as William lets his eyes wander down Teddy's chest, then back up again to his exposed neck. The mark he finds there causes a faint, pleased red to cross his cheeks, and he brushes his hand over it briefly before leaning in to kiss it lightly, making an approving noise again.]

That... I like the way that looks on you.

[He's never given anyone a hickey before. ...He kinda likes it.]

I like the way it feels on me.

[And he's kind of really hoping that William will give him more, not even thinking of the risks involved. With Will's head near his neck, Theodore nuzzles his cheek against his hair, letting out a quiet, pleased sound of his own, while he balances his weight on one hand and uses the other to tug on William's shirt, fingers grazing against his bare waist.]

You're not the only one who wants to see and feel everything, you know...

Ah... yeah, yeah. Sorry-

[William withdraws just long enough to help Teddy get his shirt off, exhaling and shivering with delight as the cool air hits bare skin, a stark contrast to the warm touches of his boyfriend. He settles in close to let his hands go back to wandering, though he keeps a space between them for a moment to let Teddy look at him all he wants.]

...Better?

Mm... a little better.

[He wants to see way more, after all. But with the opportunity presenting itself, Teddy allows himself to let his gaze wander over his boyfriend's body, his fingertips following the trail that his eyes create. Will doesn't have as much muscle-mass as Theodore, but honestly, he really likes it that way. What he has is what Will earned, and that's without football as a way to gain more of it. Teddy loves the way he looks, love it so much, and he makes that known with all of his touches.

Then it's William's turn to touch Theodore's torso, and Teddy lets his hands slide around Will's body and trail up and down the other's back, caressing his spine, his fingers nudging lower and lower in the space of his pants with every pass he makes. He really can't help wanting to touch more; he loves the glimpses he got of his boyfriend's body when he had the chance, and now that he has a much longer time to appreciate it and give it as much affection as he wants, he wants to see and touch everything.]

[William groans quietly as Teddy's hands go lower, his back arching into the touch, letting his instincts guide him when once he'd fussed and fretted over every little point of contact, still wrangling with the concept of how wrong it would be to everyone else they knew, to want to be with another boy instead of starting a family with a girl somewhere, to accept someone of a lower status when there was a plethora of attractive aristocrats to choose from. Overcoming those issues, letting himself accept that this is who he is, who he wants to be, and who he wants to be with... it had been freeing like nothing he'd ever felt before.

If this is wrong, then he never wants to be right. Because this is what feels right to him, now.

His hands slowly work their way down, sliding over the muscles of Teddy's shoulders, arms, and chest, pausing affectionately over his abs, and then finally they wander lower, daring to press against the growing bulge of his pants. That. He wants that.]

[It's just as both of Theodore's hands slide down the back of William's pants to tease the soft flesh there that he feels the pressure against his arousal, and he has to take in a gasp and just barely bite back the urge to pull Will's hips towards his own, grind against them and just bury his face in his shoulder. No, because they've done enough of that, and he's determined to see this through all the way.

He does squeeze there, though, and he lets out that sharp breath he took in a breezy chuckle, eyes lidded and looking at Will's with both affection and desire.]

Ha... already going for that, huh? [It's a little difficult to move his hips with the way they are now, but he tries anyway, a slight tilt forward to press against Will's hand. He wants this just as much as his boyfriend does.] Can't wait at all...

Well... I figure we should aim right for new territory...

[William's voice is muffled as he continues, having leaned in to get back to nibbling and sucking on Ted's neck. The mark is already there, a soft red instead of the pale fleshtone it had started out as, but it's just too tempting to see what else he can do with that particular region. His hand is still moving, stroking over the hardness hiding beneath rough fabric, and he's a breath or two away from dipping his fingers right in.]

Plus, mm... gotta be home... for dinner...

Teddy Altman ; APPOINTMENTS

I know right I might faint

I already fainted I don't know how I'm typing

I rp'd in my sleep once, apparently, so it's possible

the butler did it!!

....yeah so you're more coherent than me

lolol

8(((

8DDD

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