Almost
A/N: This is all Ame’s fault. I like the idea of Billy and Tommy forging some kind of twisted relationship if Teddy ever permanently left Billy’s life. For example, if he breaks up with him to go fulfill his duties as skrull emperor, leaving Billy devastated and lonely … and desperate.
May possibly get a sequel someday … possibly …
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Almost
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“T-Tommy-”
When had this started happening? How did this come about?
“Tommy, slow dow-”
His train of thought ran off the tracks as his brother started vibrating. Tommy chuckled low in his ear as his knees went weak, the arms around his waist keeping him from sliding to the ground.
“Tom-my-”
“How am I supposed to slow down when you keep staying my name like that, Bee?”
Now he remembered how this all started.
Pain flared at the sound of that nickname he could no longer tolerate. It should be duller, after so long, it should be a distant ache; instead it seared his soul deep and hot every time something reminded him.
“Don’t call me that …” He hated the way his voice wavered.
Tommy did slow down then, his touches becoming gentle and tender against Billy’s exposed skin. He could feel the pain too; it echoed faintly in his own soul whenever Billy was consumed by it.
“Sorry …” A line of kisses down his jaw followed the grunted apology, and this-
This he could tolerate even less. This wasn’t what he wanted. This only reminded him more of the one his heart just couldn’t seem to forget. This gentle, sweet, caring-
“N-No, not like that,” Billy tugged at his brother’s shirt, pulling him closer, biting at his lips.
“Jeez, make up yer mind, would ya?” Tommy scowled briefly, hands encircling bony hips.
His back hit the bed before he could even register how it happened, his gasp of surprise turning into a long moan as hot naked skin suddenly met his.
When did they loose their clothes?
With Tommy he could never tell, it was always a blur. He barely got the chance to react, to move, to reciprocate. Tommy was a whirlwind of overwhelming sensations, rough and fast and hard and-
And everything Teddy wasn’t …
“Stop thinking about him, dammit,” Tommy growled into his ear, hands bruising his hips in silent frustration as he moved impossibly faster.
“Tommy- hnng god …” Billy arched off the bed with a breathless cry, nails clawing sharply into his twin’s back as pleasure overwhelmed him and-
And this oblivion shouldn’t feel so sweet …
“Billy, hey …”
Warmth surrounds his shaking body as his brother’s voice drifts through the fog, long fingers pushing the hair out of his flushed face, an identical nose trailing a line up his cheek and-
And this is why he let this happen …
This is why he stayed, because in these moments he could stop thinking. Tommy forced him to stop, forced his soul open and pushed out the pain, filling the void with his roughshod affection, sheltering his broken heart with a twisted kind of solace.
“Pfft, c’mon wake up. You tryin’ to give me an ego?” Tommy’s cocky attitude contradicted the thumb gently stroking along his jaw.
“You already have one …” he murmurs sleepily, burrowing into his brother’s warmth, tangling himself deeper in this strange web of ambiguous relationship they have spun between themselves and-
And it’s almost enough to balm the pain. And it’s almost enough to make him forget. And it’s almost enough to convince Tommy that he is now first in Billy’s heart. And-
And they both know, that ‘almost’ never really counts.
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Fin