Call for Teddy

[haunted_awsd]

He'd been sitting on the front step for what seemed like hours before Simon finally looked down at his cellphone. His grey mittens hugged the tiny appliance and thumbed in a number and lifted its cool shell to his ski-capped ear. It was ringing before he had a chance to figure out what he really wanted. Whatever was on his mind was starting to make

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[theboyaintright]

The line picks up after just a couple of rings, and immediately emits a series of bumping and scuffling noises. A muffled cough sounds faintly, finally followed by Theodore's voice, thick and drowsy. "nh- Hullo?"

[haunted_awsd]

"Hey." It's short and soft, barely making past his chilly lips. As simple as the word is, the tone used hollers out his desperation to hear that one voice on the other end. 'I Just Called To Say'... "Did I wake you up?"

[theboyaintright]

Teddy rolls over in bed and tilts his face away from the phone to emit a yawn, incredibly satisfying yawn. The dead air is filled with the rustling of sheets and pillows, the slow inhale and noisy huff of his breath. "mmn." His eyes close again, having only barely squinted open to find the telephone. "Mmm-hmm. S'okay though, baby, don' beatcherself up over it." Sniff. "Whasup?"

[haunted_awsd]

The boy slumps a little more on the step, but straightens as the moderate discomfort kicks him into a better posture. "I-I just wanted to, uh, to talk to you." There's a soft sniffle and a ruffle of wool as Simon rubs the point of his nose with the palm of his mitten. Rubrubrub.

[haunted_awsd]

The thin lines of his eye lashes flutter against Teddy's neck while nervous, needless glances are sent in various directions. Making nice is hard to do when you're pretty sure the person(s) that could find out would want to kill you afterward. The thought is only distracted by those gently grazing teeth. Simon's bottom lip ducks between is teeth for a moment of soft torture.

"Mn. But, I would like that. Be accepted by everyone. It's silly 'cause it'll never happen, though."

[theboyaintright]

"A'course y' would. So would I." Well, more or less. It would be nice if everyone could like him, but sometimes he really does enjoy making people angry; the two don't tend to mix well, sadly. Talking low and mouthing at skin, though, they mix just fiiiine. Touching his warming fingertips to a hip works, too. And so does sneaking them beneath the waistband of those childish underpants to get uninterrupted skin as his hand slides down.
He's touching just to touch, though. Really! ...No, see, he is. His hand wouldn't migrate around back just to settle on the soft curve of Simon's ass if he weren't touching Just Because.

Anyhow, yeah. He's supposed to keep talking now, huh. "Mmmyou jus' be whoever you wanna be." With a little kiss for punctuation. "An' if anybody gives you a hard time, I'll rough 'em up, hnn-hnhn."

[haunted_awsd]

There were a few people, enough to just count on one hand, that he was sure Teddy wouldn't 'rough up' for him, given what the subject matter was over.

Fidgeting fingertips continue to roam and spread over the warm stretch of skin of Teddy's stomach and hips, trailing gentle touches over bump of bone and over the tiniest of fine hair. The boy is quiet for a while, just hungry to be near Teddy like this (and to think).

"What if you don't like the real me?"

[theboyaintright]

Ah, that's a good question, isn't it? What if he doesn't? His reaction might depend on how much he disliked the change. A little vexation he can deal with-it's not as though he expects to get along with anyone 100% of the time. A whole lot of vexation, on the other hand... well, who knows?

"Hmmn. You're worryin' about it too much." His belly jumps, abs tightening in a subtle twitch, as Simon's digits feather across it. Feeling a little ticklish, maybe? Or just extra-sensitive? Either way, he mumbles so pleasantly, now, it's nothing short of a purr. "No what-ifs. No over-thinkin', just... mmm, jus' do it."