Fic | demonstrable skills
Title: demonstrable skills
Author: attilatehbun
Fandom: Young Avengers
Pairing/Characters: Billy Kaplan/Teddy Altman
Rating: R
Word Count: 1000+
Contains: porn, geekery
Prompt: Pura asked for pokemon battles that result in sex, which got changed to Smash Bros battles because IDK POKEMON? And so.
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"I seriously do not get how you got so good at freaking Jigglypuff, man," Teddy says, throwing down his controller in what Billy can only assume is disgust. "Jigglypuff!"
Billy doesn't say a word; instead, his simply presses his taunt button, quick before the game can end, and lets Jigglypuff do his smirking for him.
Teddy drops his head back against the couch with a kind of hilarious huff. "Have I mentioned that I also do not understand the why?" he says.
Billy shoves at Teddy's thigh with his feet.
"The why," he says in most haughty and obnoxious voice he can manage, "the why is that while some people might think be content to just buttonmash their way through the most overpowered cheaty dude in the game," at this Teddy wrinkles his nose, pokes out his tongue in kind of adorably petulant way, and moves his character selector off of Ike, "the ,i>rest of us prefer to demonstrate our skill."
Billy waits a beat, rolls up onto his knees to properly get into Teddy's face, and grins the grin of someone who just kicked a whole lot of ass. "Also," he says, "no one ever expects Jigglypuff."
"If you start singing," Teddy says, hands going to Billy's hips, "don't you dare."
Billy opens his mouth, pauses, daring.
"So help me..." Teddy says.
"Jiiiiiiiiggaleeeeee puuuuuuuuuff," Billy sings out, right into Teddy's space.
"Oh my god, I'm going to kill you," Teddy says and shoves Billy backwards along the length of the sofa.
Billy's breath goes whuuuffing out of him, and he barely has a chance to get it back before Teddy is following, snaking his fingers under Billy's t-shirt to-
"No, Teddy, stop no tickling, unfair. Unfair!" Billy yelps, squirming and writhing and only succeeding in tangling their legs thoroughly together.
"You should have thought of that," Teddy pants, ducking in for a renewed attack, "before you unwisely decided - ah, stop - to get that stupid song stuck in my head."
"You fight dirty, Altman," Billy says, and decides to fight dirty himself. He twists, rocks his hips up far more than he really needs to until his legs are secure around Teddy's. He grabs for Teddy's belt loops.
It actually works too, shockingly. Teddy's hands first still, then slide down to Billy's waist. Billy maybe can't entirely breathe with Teddy's weight sprawled across the length of him, but he mostly doesn't care. Teddy's hair tickles his forehead when Teddy brings them nose to nose.
"Hi," Teddy says like a giant dope. He's grinning like one too.
Billy rolls his eyes. "Hi yourself," he says exasperatedly, but then he jerks up and kisses Teddy with everything he has.
Teddy settles into it immediately, opening his mouth to Billy's tongue, shifting his legs so that Billy can feel how hard he already is. Billy presses every advantage, stoking his tongue along Teddy's and opening him up wider and rolling his hips and not caring that they're on his parent's couch, in the middle of the afternoon, and that anyone could come home at any moment. He wriggles his hands down the back of Teddy's jeans and inelegantly gropes his ass and, whatever, it's not like it matters how graceful he is when it still makes Teddy groan into his mouth and maybe bite his lip a little and rock down against him. Billy's pretty damn hard himself and it feels fucking amazing, even through all the layers of their incredibly unnecessary pants.
Why on earth are they wearing pants?
"We're on the couch," Teddy pants when Billy goes to fumble with the button on his jeans.
"I am aware of this fact, yes," Billy says and tries not to crow in triumph when he gets Teddy's fly down in one go.
Teddy's eyes kind of roll back in his head a little and Billy takes that as encouragement to lean up and kiss him again, wet and messy, all teeth and tongue.
"In the middle of - ahhh - your living room," Teddy finally gets out when Billy backs off to breathe, but his hands are still groping at Billy's zipper as he says it so Billy doesn't take his protests too much to heart. Also, Teddy's cock is hard and hot and more than a little wet at the tip in Billy's hand, so.
"You have really mastered the obvious there, T," Billy says. The laugh he means to follow turns abruptly into a choked sort of hnng, and he tries his best to glare at Teddy but it's pretty hard when Teddy's got a hand around his dick.
"Just making sure we're on the same page here," Teddy says and starts to stroke.
And, and god, Billy can't help the way his hips jerk up into it; Teddy's tight fist feels so good that for a second he even forgets that he has something to do as well. But then Teddy thrusts forward into his palm and bites his ear and Billy mouths at his shoulder where his shirt gaps, almost an apology.
Billy thumbs at the head of Teddy's cock, smearing the precome, and uses his grip on Teddy's ass to pull him down so Billy can slot their cocks together. Teddy groans in his ear; it vibrates all the way down to his cock, which is kind of good because Teddy picks that moment to fit his hand around them both. Billy tries to match his grip from the other side and mostly manages it.
Billy thinks he should probably be embarrassed at how quickly he comes after that, but whatever. He is still a teenager and anyway it's not like Teddy didn't come just as quickly, slick and sticky between them all over their hands and Billy's cock and Billy's stomach and oh, there's the other side of being a teenager because Billy's starting to feel his dick twitch again, ready for another go.
He brings his head up a little to knock against Teddy's where he's breathing hot on Billy's neck.
"Hey," he says, petting Teddy's hair, "hey, we should probably go back to my room."
Teddy mumbles something incomprehensible.
Billy tilts his mouth to whisper in Teddy's ear. "Did it get the song out of your head?"
Teddy groans out, "Going to kill you."
The resulting wrestling match knocks them both off the couch, but at least they do manage to make it back to Billy's room before starting on round two.
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Author: attilatehbun
Fandom: Young Avengers
Pairing/Characters: Billy Kaplan/Teddy Altman
Rating: R
Word Count: 1000+
Contains: porn, geekery
Prompt: Pura asked for pokemon battles that result in sex, which got changed to Smash Bros battles because IDK POKEMON? And so.
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"I seriously do not get how you got so good at freaking Jigglypuff, man," Teddy says, throwing down his controller in what Billy can only assume is disgust. "Jigglypuff!"
Billy doesn't say a word; instead, his simply presses his taunt button, quick before the game can end, and lets Jigglypuff do his smirking for him.
Teddy drops his head back against the couch with a kind of hilarious huff. "Have I mentioned that I also do not understand the why?" he says.
Billy shoves at Teddy's thigh with his feet.
"The why," he says in most haughty and obnoxious voice he can manage, "the why is that while some people might think be content to just buttonmash their way through the most overpowered cheaty dude in the game," at this Teddy wrinkles his nose, pokes out his tongue in kind of adorably petulant way, and moves his character selector off of Ike, "the ,i>rest of us prefer to demonstrate our skill."
Billy waits a beat, rolls up onto his knees to properly get into Teddy's face, and grins the grin of someone who just kicked a whole lot of ass. "Also," he says, "no one ever expects Jigglypuff."
"If you start singing," Teddy says, hands going to Billy's hips, "don't you dare."
Billy opens his mouth, pauses, daring.
"So help me..." Teddy says.
"Jiiiiiiiiggaleeeeee puuuuuuuuuff," Billy sings out, right into Teddy's space.
"Oh my god, I'm going to kill you," Teddy says and shoves Billy backwards along the length of the sofa.
Billy's breath goes whuuuffing out of him, and he barely has a chance to get it back before Teddy is following, snaking his fingers under Billy's t-shirt to-
"No, Teddy, stop no tickling, unfair. Unfair!" Billy yelps, squirming and writhing and only succeeding in tangling their legs thoroughly together.
"You should have thought of that," Teddy pants, ducking in for a renewed attack, "before you unwisely decided - ah, stop - to get that stupid song stuck in my head."
"You fight dirty, Altman," Billy says, and decides to fight dirty himself. He twists, rocks his hips up far more than he really needs to until his legs are secure around Teddy's. He grabs for Teddy's belt loops.
It actually works too, shockingly. Teddy's hands first still, then slide down to Billy's waist. Billy maybe can't entirely breathe with Teddy's weight sprawled across the length of him, but he mostly doesn't care. Teddy's hair tickles his forehead when Teddy brings them nose to nose.
"Hi," Teddy says like a giant dope. He's grinning like one too.
Billy rolls his eyes. "Hi yourself," he says exasperatedly, but then he jerks up and kisses Teddy with everything he has.
Teddy settles into it immediately, opening his mouth to Billy's tongue, shifting his legs so that Billy can feel how hard he already is. Billy presses every advantage, stoking his tongue along Teddy's and opening him up wider and rolling his hips and not caring that they're on his parent's couch, in the middle of the afternoon, and that anyone could come home at any moment. He wriggles his hands down the back of Teddy's jeans and inelegantly gropes his ass and, whatever, it's not like it matters how graceful he is when it still makes Teddy groan into his mouth and maybe bite his lip a little and rock down against him. Billy's pretty damn hard himself and it feels fucking amazing, even through all the layers of their incredibly unnecessary pants.
Why on earth are they wearing pants?
"We're on the couch," Teddy pants when Billy goes to fumble with the button on his jeans.
"I am aware of this fact, yes," Billy says and tries not to crow in triumph when he gets Teddy's fly down in one go.
Teddy's eyes kind of roll back in his head a little and Billy takes that as encouragement to lean up and kiss him again, wet and messy, all teeth and tongue.
"In the middle of - ahhh - your living room," Teddy finally gets out when Billy backs off to breathe, but his hands are still groping at Billy's zipper as he says it so Billy doesn't take his protests too much to heart. Also, Teddy's cock is hard and hot and more than a little wet at the tip in Billy's hand, so.
"You have really mastered the obvious there, T," Billy says. The laugh he means to follow turns abruptly into a choked sort of hnng, and he tries his best to glare at Teddy but it's pretty hard when Teddy's got a hand around his dick.
"Just making sure we're on the same page here," Teddy says and starts to stroke.
And, and god, Billy can't help the way his hips jerk up into it; Teddy's tight fist feels so good that for a second he even forgets that he has something to do as well. But then Teddy thrusts forward into his palm and bites his ear and Billy mouths at his shoulder where his shirt gaps, almost an apology.
Billy thumbs at the head of Teddy's cock, smearing the precome, and uses his grip on Teddy's ass to pull him down so Billy can slot their cocks together. Teddy groans in his ear; it vibrates all the way down to his cock, which is kind of good because Teddy picks that moment to fit his hand around them both. Billy tries to match his grip from the other side and mostly manages it.
Billy thinks he should probably be embarrassed at how quickly he comes after that, but whatever. He is still a teenager and anyway it's not like Teddy didn't come just as quickly, slick and sticky between them all over their hands and Billy's cock and Billy's stomach and oh, there's the other side of being a teenager because Billy's starting to feel his dick twitch again, ready for another go.
He brings his head up a little to knock against Teddy's where he's breathing hot on Billy's neck.
"Hey," he says, petting Teddy's hair, "hey, we should probably go back to my room."
Teddy mumbles something incomprehensible.
Billy tilts his mouth to whisper in Teddy's ear. "Did it get the song out of your head?"
Teddy groans out, "Going to kill you."
The resulting wrestling match knocks them both off the couch, but at least they do manage to make it back to Billy's room before starting on round two.
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