FIC: Young Avengers: Untitled B/T
I... actually wrote something? *gasps*
Title: Untitled
Rating: PG-13/R
Fandom: Young Avengers
Notes: written in comment_fic
Warnings: Foreplay and teenage experimentation oh my.
Summary: Teddy has a go at being Billy.
He's sitting on Billy's bed, one of the ones they dragged into the clubhouse for when Saturday morning practice started to morph into Saturday team-bonding nights. For once, the other two boys who shared the room had gone home without Teddy's unsubtle prompting and he intends to make the best of a night alone.
Billy had just run downstairs to grab some sodas from the minifridge, promising to be right back and to rain fiery death on Teddy if he moved a muscle. Teddy has moved rather a lot of muscles by the time he returns.
In the middle of Billy's bed sits a perfect replica of Billy: the same floppy hair, warm brown eyes, everything down to the weird birthmark on his hip and the few scars he's picked up in his short career as a superhero. The other-Billy blinks back at him, a slow wicked smile spreading over his face.
"Hi."
Other-Billy watches, amused, as Billy's mouth opens and closes like a fish's and he struggles to find something more intelligent to say than 'guh.' His efforts are unsuccessful, though, because a few minutes later and all he can manage is in fact: "Guh."
"Billy?" A hint of doubt creeps into other-Billy's voice, which is the same as Billy's but for the strange echo in both their ears. The line between other-Billy's dark eyebrows, the one that always appears when Billy's feeling unsure, forms and he purses his lips. "You don't like it?"
"You can be me," Billy points out, as though he can't trust his eyes and he has to reason everything out instead. His mouth stays hanging open when he's done speaking.
"I can be anyone. I could even be you." Other-Billy's confidence has returned, and he lies back on the bed with a challenging expression on his face. Billy's eyes follow up from the point of one foot (with a callus on it, from where he played soccer in middle school) past familiar hips and abs and finally to look in his own eyes. Other-Billy laughs. "It's easy to be you. I know your body so well."
As if to prove his point, other-Billy's hands start to caress his own chest, toying with sensitive nipples and pressing a finger into the path of his abs. "I know what you like. And what you don't. And where to put all the really sensitive nerve endings."
Billy falls gracelessly on the bed beside him in his usual spastic tangle of limbs, falling over himself to get to the other-Billy's side and touch his back just there, and his ear. "So when I do this --"
Other-Billy's hips jerk entirely without his permission, and his moan is cut off with a surprised grunt.
"Is that really what it feels like for you every time?" he breathes, but Billy ignores him in favor of sucking on a nipple. It lasts all of a few minutes before Teddy's concentration starts to slip, but they are glorious minutes and Teddy's sure he's never been so hard in his life.
"F-f-uck," he mumbles, as his body tries to slip back to its default form. "Your body is amazing."
Billy just smiles and swirls his tongue in a slow, lazy circle before it drags downward. "You don't know the half of it yet."
Title: Untitled
Rating: PG-13/R
Fandom: Young Avengers
Notes: written in comment_fic
Warnings: Foreplay and teenage experimentation oh my.
Summary: Teddy has a go at being Billy.
He's sitting on Billy's bed, one of the ones they dragged into the clubhouse for when Saturday morning practice started to morph into Saturday team-bonding nights. For once, the other two boys who shared the room had gone home without Teddy's unsubtle prompting and he intends to make the best of a night alone.
Billy had just run downstairs to grab some sodas from the minifridge, promising to be right back and to rain fiery death on Teddy if he moved a muscle. Teddy has moved rather a lot of muscles by the time he returns.
In the middle of Billy's bed sits a perfect replica of Billy: the same floppy hair, warm brown eyes, everything down to the weird birthmark on his hip and the few scars he's picked up in his short career as a superhero. The other-Billy blinks back at him, a slow wicked smile spreading over his face.
"Hi."
Other-Billy watches, amused, as Billy's mouth opens and closes like a fish's and he struggles to find something more intelligent to say than 'guh.' His efforts are unsuccessful, though, because a few minutes later and all he can manage is in fact: "Guh."
"Billy?" A hint of doubt creeps into other-Billy's voice, which is the same as Billy's but for the strange echo in both their ears. The line between other-Billy's dark eyebrows, the one that always appears when Billy's feeling unsure, forms and he purses his lips. "You don't like it?"
"You can be me," Billy points out, as though he can't trust his eyes and he has to reason everything out instead. His mouth stays hanging open when he's done speaking.
"I can be anyone. I could even be you." Other-Billy's confidence has returned, and he lies back on the bed with a challenging expression on his face. Billy's eyes follow up from the point of one foot (with a callus on it, from where he played soccer in middle school) past familiar hips and abs and finally to look in his own eyes. Other-Billy laughs. "It's easy to be you. I know your body so well."
As if to prove his point, other-Billy's hands start to caress his own chest, toying with sensitive nipples and pressing a finger into the path of his abs. "I know what you like. And what you don't. And where to put all the really sensitive nerve endings."
Billy falls gracelessly on the bed beside him in his usual spastic tangle of limbs, falling over himself to get to the other-Billy's side and touch his back just there, and his ear. "So when I do this --"
Other-Billy's hips jerk entirely without his permission, and his moan is cut off with a surprised grunt.
"Is that really what it feels like for you every time?" he breathes, but Billy ignores him in favor of sucking on a nipple. It lasts all of a few minutes before Teddy's concentration starts to slip, but they are glorious minutes and Teddy's sure he's never been so hard in his life.
"F-f-uck," he mumbles, as his body tries to slip back to its default form. "Your body is amazing."
Billy just smiles and swirls his tongue in a slow, lazy circle before it drags downward. "You don't know the half of it yet."