Marvel, Billy/Teddy, "Dreamt about your brother"
The Kaplans are due back in little over an hour. Teddy's going to make the most of the time they have left.
He's on his knees in front of Billy's bed. Billy's cock pushes into his mouth while Teddy twists two fingers inside him.
"Oh, fuck, oh --" Billy grabs Teddy's hair. Electricity jumps from Billy's eyes and mouth; ozone freshens the air, drowning out the stink of sweat and sex. "Oh!"
He's so tight inside. So slick and *tight*. The pressure makes Teddy's fingers cross. They pulse, going numb, then hot, numb again. The tendons on Billy's thighs jump out like the Brooklyn Bridge's cables as Teddy unlocks his lips from the jumping cock. He mashes them over Billy's balls, hair and sweat tangling with his buzzing tongue.
The *sounds* Billy makes when he comes -- broken, heaving sighs that are half-grief, half-surprise -- are more than enough to get Teddy hard all over again. He's already come twice today; his dick aches in his shorts, a little raw, slightly bruised.
Billy jackknifes onto his side, pushing down on Teddy's fingers, pumping his cock.
When he goes quiet, it's like a steel door crashed down. Too quiet.
"Hey, hey." Teddy pulls out, a little too fast. He yanks off the glove before crawling up the bed. He takes the wetspot and gets his arms around Billy, curving with him. "Hey --"
Billy presses his face into the pillow. He won't reply. *Shit*.
"Was that bad?" Teddy asks. "Did I --"
Billy rolls over, holding Teddy's arm in place. He breathes in and holds it. Finally, shakily, he says, "That was great."
"Oh. Oh, cool." Teddy can feel the blush, lettuce-green and bright, spread fast. "Awesome. So what's wrong?"
Billy sighs as he shifts closer, knee nudging between Teddy's, hand wriggling down Teddy's chest. "We could --"
"I'm good," Teddy says quickly. Stupid to turn down another round.
He knows he's going to regret this, but Billy's acting weird.
"You sure?" Sharp smirk on his face and Billy's voice is deeper, promising *lots* of filthy, mindblowing shit. "'cause I wanna blow you again. To start."
Teddy's hips buck up without his permission. He eases his deathgrip on Billy's shoulder. "Wow, huh, okay --" The blush deepening into dark spinach, he screws shut his eyes. "Just, uh. Tell me what's wrong?" He opens one eye and adds, "First."
It takes awhile, time they don't really have, time they could be screwing, but Billy finally kisses Teddy's chin and confesses, "I dreamt about your brother."
Teddy laughs, which torques up his hard-on. "But I'm --"
"*Not* an orphan." Billy pushes Teddy back and scrambles on top. He wiggles, slotting their dicks together, starts up a sweet little slide. "Your brother --"
"Oh. *Crap*." Teddy shivers into a shape-shift: his hair goes white and close-cropped, his body a starry field like Donna Troy's jumpsuit. "Genis? Really?"
"Yeah." Billy rocks against Teddy, face turned away, chin planted on his shoulder. "But...an earlier. Version."
Teddy pushes up on one elbow. "Eww! *God*, when he was --"
He shudders into another change: pink-skinned Kree, white-blond hair in the longest mullet outside of minor-league hockey.
"Yeah." Billy's shoulders sag and his voice catches. "Him."
"Tell me he wasn't wearing the MC Hammer pants."
Billy's breathing is actually speeding up, the perv.
"Lie to me," Teddy adds, "if necessary. Bill --"
Billy lifts his head and gives Teddy a small, shamed smile. "It was hot. I--I can't explain."
"Not sure I want you to." Teddy holds Billy's hips and thrusts up, rocking with him, grinning. "Couldn't you have dreamed about, like, Freddy Freeman, lame newsboy? At least *he's* sexy."
Billy shrugs. "He *is* sexy. But he's not Captain Marvel's brother, just -- kind of his platonic boytoy. Besides, we're talking about Mar-Vell, not the original Fawcett version driven out of print in 1952 by --"
Teddy thrusts up *hard*, holding Billy down and rubbing until he can feel the orgasm rasping down his spine into his balls. "I know that, I know --" He comes against Billy's narrow thigh, breath breaking with the spurts. "Didn't say Freddy was --"
Billy folds over him, kissing him deep and soft, until Teddy stops shaking. "Such a nerd."
"Fanboy." His fingers dance down Billy's bony back.