Billy's breath hitched as Teddy lifted him, the hand on his firm little butt surprising but not entirely unwanted. Not really unwanted at all actually. He couldn't be bothered to open his eyes and look at what was going on around him. He was too caught up in it all, enjoying every moment, every intoxicating touch from Teddy's skin to think about what was real and what was imagined.
Soon, though, he felt the softness of his bed beneath him, the cushions fitting to his form without any real resistance, and his eyes fluttered open to take in that beautiful face. He didn't know what to say or how to express how grateful he was to have Teddy here with him. How lost he would be without him. And as uncertain as he was of his own prowess at times, especially in the bedroom, Teddy had always seemed to be able to bring him around, to make him realize that he had control... that he had power.
Without speaking, Billy brought Teddy's hands down from under his shirt, a tiny spark of confidence in his overwhelmed eyes as he had the blond grip at the hem of his Captain America tee and led him to lift it up.