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Entry tags:
oo3. (young avengers, billy/teddy, tommy/billy, tommy/teddy, etc.)
title: wish i could (gets u jamming to carly rae)
summary: nope
fandom: young avengers
characters/pairings: hahaha HAHAHA ha
rating: HARD. hard rating. for makign out.
warnings: PPL MAK OUT!!!!!!!!!! SPIRITUAL ICNEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RUN AWAY
crossposted to: no
a/n: *quietly strums a guitar and looks into the distance*
He says, "I don't...I don't know," and looks at a loss.
"To be honest this is going better than I expected," Tommy admits, reaching over and scooping up some ketchup with two fries from Teddy's tray. "I don't have a black eye, and you're still here. Kind of thought you'd be in the bathroom hurling by now."
"No, no." Teddy pats his food and shakes his head, brow furrowing. "I mean, it's a little...whoa, but I'm not really one to deny the deny the fact that Billy's attractive."
"Ew." Tommy scrunches up his nose at the very idea. "Gross, I just want to make out with him a little, I'm not going all Romeo on his ass. No odes or love professions here."
"You guys look exactly–"
"Sure, if you want to get all technical," Tommy says through a mouthful of fries. "We are identical twins, but he's so slouchy and weird. He wears a cape, Teddy. We have the same jawline, sure, but I hold mine a little higher, let's just be honest."
"Okay." Teddy's hands go up. Surrender. "He does tend to have his face in a book more often than he does look people in the eye, I'll give you that. But that doesn't change the fact that other than hair color you guys are twins."
"Eh, whatever." Tommy sits back in the booth and crosses his arms over his chest. "What I'm asking here is do you think he'd go for it?"
"You're asking me if my boyfriend," Teddy says, slowly, "would kiss...you?"
"Yeah, that's the question here." Tommy shifts just a little bit and kicks Teddy under the table. "Mind hurrying up? I'm kind of on a schedule here."
"Why do you even think I would let–"
"Shepherd!" comes the call from behind the front counter. "Break's over, come on."
"Okay, parting words," Tommy says, hands flat on the table. "It would be aesthetically pleasing, um, you could watch. Just think of me as the dude who's boning your daughter, but is totally asking you for permission before he asks her to marry him."
"God, you are so," says Teddy, because there's no word for it.
"Just think about it."
Tommy takes a handful of fries with him and leaves a whole slew of ideas in Teddy's mind.
ii.
It happens at a party, because that's where things that aren't supposed to happen, well, happen anyway.
Tommy doesn't really know who's party it is, only that Billy dragged him to it for moral support on account of Teddy falling asleep at eight, all exhausted from his internship.
"Does it ever gross you out," Tommy yells as they make their way through a crowded hallway, "how your boyfriend is basically a saint?"
"No." Billy shakes his head and nearly seems to fall into the living room, with Tommy in tow. "He's really not. I'm not saying he's not a good person, I'm just saying we do have sex on a pretty regular basis."
"Gross," Tommy replies, instinctually, but it's swallowed up by the music and the sounds of other people around them talking.
Billy pretends to drink beer like no one's business, eyes sweeping the room and fingers around the neck of a bottle he's had since it was pushed in his hands when they first arrived almost a half an hour ago. Tommy favors good old-fashioned red plastic cups, half of which he grabs off tables or even from other people, most of which taste like some horrible mixture of things that should never be mixed.
"Do you think–" he starts, but he doesn't get to finish because Billy pushes him back against a wall so hard his head makes a cracking noise, the type that actually makes him worry.
And Billy doesn't say anything, just kisses him, just holds him there, is over him and pressing into him, tongue between his lips and on his teeth, the type of kiss that's liable to leave a guy breathless and does.
"Oh," says Tommy, when Billy finally parts from him.
But Billy just breathes in sharply, looks to the side and breathes out slowly before taking a step back, goes, "Let's go."
Billy's car is sitting down the street, and it's not really Billy's car, it's Teddy's car, and shit, fuck, Teddy. Tommy can still hear the bass from music from the party as he stands with his hands in his coat pockets, fingers running over the edge of his cell phone, waiting for Billy to get the doors unlocked.
"So," he says, when they're both in the car and Billy's working to get the defrosters on.
"I should've told you," Billy offers, not looking at him, pressing the button on and off, on and off. "I'm sorry."
Tommy thinks, I'm not, but doesn't say that 'cause it sounds like something out of the soap operas he watches when he doesn't have an afternoon shift.
"It's so stupid." Billy sighs as he finally gets the thing working and they both sit in the silence for a moment as they watch the windshield unfog. "High school was so fucking dumb, you know? I never really cared if people knew I was gay. I mean, I did, but only insofar as–"
"Some idiot beating you up because of it," Tommy supplies, ducking his chin down into the neck of his hoodie.
"Right," Billy nods, "right. I wasn't ashamed of it. I just–I heard one of kids who used to push me around back then was having this party and I thought, I'll show him how great things are going for me now. Of course, as soon as I actually tried it I realized how fucking stupid the whole thing was."
"Wow," says Tommy.
"Don't," says Billy.
"No, I mean, really, wow, good for you." Tommy glances to the side, to where Billy looks torn between crying and yelling out expletive. "Besides the part where your real date zonked out on you and you ended up kissing me instead I, like, verily agree with this plan of action."
"Yeah, well." Billy turns the keys in the ignition and the engine comes to life, albeit softly. "You would."
Tommy falls asleep halfway home.
iii.
"No," Tommy says, before switching his cell phone to the other ear. "No, it's not like that."
"Oh, really?" Kate's voice is dry as dust. "Then what's it like, Shepherd? Because it sounds like maybe you're a little head over heels for our resident mage, which is cute and all but certainly not idyllic and–would you hold on, I think Clint killed a small animal again."
"Yeah," Tommy replies, letting his fingers trail over the spines of some of the books on the bookshelf that's in the living room. "Sure."
The front door of the apartment opens, familiar creaking and all accomponied by the sound of someone stamping snow off their shoes. A cursory glance up lets Tommy know it's Teddy who's back first tonight, not a rare occurance considering how Billy clocks hours at the university's library like it's his job.
"Hey," the blonde calls out, and Tommy waves his hand in answer. "I was thinking about getting pizza, do you want pizza?"
"Yeah, uh, pepperoni and whatever else is fine," Tommy shrugs, looking back to the books.
He hears the sound of muffled voice over the phone, then a long-suffering sigh and, "He accidentally killed a cat."
"A cat?" Tommy asks in disbelief. From the kitchen Teddy looks at him. He mouths 'Kate' and gets a nod in return.
"He didn't mean to," Kate assured him. "He's actually a little distraught, I think. I keep telling him to be a little more careful, but, well, that's probably asking a little much."
summary: nope
fandom: young avengers
characters/pairings: hahaha HAHAHA ha
rating: HARD. hard rating. for makign out.
warnings: PPL MAK OUT!!!!!!!!!! SPIRITUAL ICNEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RUN AWAY
crossposted to: no
a/n: *quietly strums a guitar and looks into the distance*
i.
"I think I might be in love with Billy," Tommy says, as casually as he can.
Teddy spits his Pepsi across the table.
"Well, okay, maybe not in love," Tommy concedes, squinting a little. "Like, I've been thinking that maybe it's just like–I can't actually kiss myself so, you know, next best thing and all that. What do you think?"
Teddy's got a handful of napkins and is delicately wiping off his fish and chips like that's really going to help.He says, "I don't...I don't know," and looks at a loss.
"To be honest this is going better than I expected," Tommy admits, reaching over and scooping up some ketchup with two fries from Teddy's tray. "I don't have a black eye, and you're still here. Kind of thought you'd be in the bathroom hurling by now."
"No, no." Teddy pats his food and shakes his head, brow furrowing. "I mean, it's a little...whoa, but I'm not really one to deny the deny the fact that Billy's attractive."
"Ew." Tommy scrunches up his nose at the very idea. "Gross, I just want to make out with him a little, I'm not going all Romeo on his ass. No odes or love professions here."
"You guys look exactly–"
"Sure, if you want to get all technical," Tommy says through a mouthful of fries. "We are identical twins, but he's so slouchy and weird. He wears a cape, Teddy. We have the same jawline, sure, but I hold mine a little higher, let's just be honest."
"Okay." Teddy's hands go up. Surrender. "He does tend to have his face in a book more often than he does look people in the eye, I'll give you that. But that doesn't change the fact that other than hair color you guys are twins."
"Eh, whatever." Tommy sits back in the booth and crosses his arms over his chest. "What I'm asking here is do you think he'd go for it?"
"You're asking me if my boyfriend," Teddy says, slowly, "would kiss...you?"
"Yeah, that's the question here." Tommy shifts just a little bit and kicks Teddy under the table. "Mind hurrying up? I'm kind of on a schedule here."
"Why do you even think I would let–"
"Shepherd!" comes the call from behind the front counter. "Break's over, come on."
"Okay, parting words," Tommy says, hands flat on the table. "It would be aesthetically pleasing, um, you could watch. Just think of me as the dude who's boning your daughter, but is totally asking you for permission before he asks her to marry him."
"God, you are so," says Teddy, because there's no word for it.
"Just think about it."
Tommy takes a handful of fries with him and leaves a whole slew of ideas in Teddy's mind.
ii.
It happens at a party, because that's where things that aren't supposed to happen, well, happen anyway.
Tommy doesn't really know who's party it is, only that Billy dragged him to it for moral support on account of Teddy falling asleep at eight, all exhausted from his internship.
"Does it ever gross you out," Tommy yells as they make their way through a crowded hallway, "how your boyfriend is basically a saint?"
"No." Billy shakes his head and nearly seems to fall into the living room, with Tommy in tow. "He's really not. I'm not saying he's not a good person, I'm just saying we do have sex on a pretty regular basis."
"Gross," Tommy replies, instinctually, but it's swallowed up by the music and the sounds of other people around them talking.
Billy pretends to drink beer like no one's business, eyes sweeping the room and fingers around the neck of a bottle he's had since it was pushed in his hands when they first arrived almost a half an hour ago. Tommy favors good old-fashioned red plastic cups, half of which he grabs off tables or even from other people, most of which taste like some horrible mixture of things that should never be mixed.
"Do you think–" he starts, but he doesn't get to finish because Billy pushes him back against a wall so hard his head makes a cracking noise, the type that actually makes him worry.
And Billy doesn't say anything, just kisses him, just holds him there, is over him and pressing into him, tongue between his lips and on his teeth, the type of kiss that's liable to leave a guy breathless and does.
"Oh," says Tommy, when Billy finally parts from him.
But Billy just breathes in sharply, looks to the side and breathes out slowly before taking a step back, goes, "Let's go."
Billy's car is sitting down the street, and it's not really Billy's car, it's Teddy's car, and shit, fuck, Teddy. Tommy can still hear the bass from music from the party as he stands with his hands in his coat pockets, fingers running over the edge of his cell phone, waiting for Billy to get the doors unlocked.
"So," he says, when they're both in the car and Billy's working to get the defrosters on.
"I should've told you," Billy offers, not looking at him, pressing the button on and off, on and off. "I'm sorry."
Tommy thinks, I'm not, but doesn't say that 'cause it sounds like something out of the soap operas he watches when he doesn't have an afternoon shift.
"It's so stupid." Billy sighs as he finally gets the thing working and they both sit in the silence for a moment as they watch the windshield unfog. "High school was so fucking dumb, you know? I never really cared if people knew I was gay. I mean, I did, but only insofar as–"
"Some idiot beating you up because of it," Tommy supplies, ducking his chin down into the neck of his hoodie.
"Right," Billy nods, "right. I wasn't ashamed of it. I just–I heard one of kids who used to push me around back then was having this party and I thought, I'll show him how great things are going for me now. Of course, as soon as I actually tried it I realized how fucking stupid the whole thing was."
"Wow," says Tommy.
"Don't," says Billy.
"No, I mean, really, wow, good for you." Tommy glances to the side, to where Billy looks torn between crying and yelling out expletive. "Besides the part where your real date zonked out on you and you ended up kissing me instead I, like, verily agree with this plan of action."
"Yeah, well." Billy turns the keys in the ignition and the engine comes to life, albeit softly. "You would."
Tommy falls asleep halfway home.
iii.
"No," Tommy says, before switching his cell phone to the other ear. "No, it's not like that."
"Oh, really?" Kate's voice is dry as dust. "Then what's it like, Shepherd? Because it sounds like maybe you're a little head over heels for our resident mage, which is cute and all but certainly not idyllic and–would you hold on, I think Clint killed a small animal again."
"Yeah," Tommy replies, letting his fingers trail over the spines of some of the books on the bookshelf that's in the living room. "Sure."
The front door of the apartment opens, familiar creaking and all accomponied by the sound of someone stamping snow off their shoes. A cursory glance up lets Tommy know it's Teddy who's back first tonight, not a rare occurance considering how Billy clocks hours at the university's library like it's his job.
"Hey," the blonde calls out, and Tommy waves his hand in answer. "I was thinking about getting pizza, do you want pizza?"
"Yeah, uh, pepperoni and whatever else is fine," Tommy shrugs, looking back to the books.
He hears the sound of muffled voice over the phone, then a long-suffering sigh and, "He accidentally killed a cat."
"A cat?" Tommy asks in disbelief. From the kitchen Teddy looks at him. He mouths 'Kate' and gets a nod in return.
"He didn't mean to," Kate assured him. "He's actually a little distraught, I think. I keep telling him to be a little more careful, but, well, that's probably asking a little much."