Prom Night
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dorksidefikerTitle: Prom Night
Author:dorksidefiker
Fandom: Young Avengers
Table/Prompt: Table 2/35. Sneer
Character/Pairing: Eli, Billy
Rating: PG-13
Word Count:
Summary: Billy needs someone to go to the prom with him.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Another Kink Meme story.
"So Mom says I'm not allowed to go super-heroing unless I do some so called normal activities at school, and with Teddy off with Xavin and my school not letting people go stag, and do you have any idea how much those tickets cost?"
It amazed Eli how much Billy could get out without taking a a breath. Like a super-power, or something. He had, in fact, been so busy focusing on how much Billy was managing to get out that he didn't notice that the mage had actually stopped talking and was looking at him expectantly.
Worse, he was looking at him with the puppy eyes. Eli liked to think that he was immune to that look; having as many younger siblings has he had should have inoculated him. But Billy was very, very good at looking all fragile and sad and in need of a hug and not doing what he asked would be so unreasonable...
"I'll meet you there at 7:30," Eli said, knowing even as the words left his mouth that he was going to regret it.
***
Eli hadn't really known what to expect. On the one hand, he knew Billy went to public school. On the other hand, he went to a public school full of people who came from the Upper West Side. So he knew that a gym redecorated with paper streamers was probably out, but so was some insanely lavish event.
What he got was actually somewhere in the middle. Private ballroom rented in a reasonably nice hotel with very bland decorations and punch that was at first too watery but quickly became too alcoholic for all but the hardiest of souls.
What interested Eli most about the event, however, was the way people were treating Billy. It seemed that he'd agreed to go to the prom with the school's biggest social pariah. The few people who even bothered to talk to him were snide and smarmy, while most of the rest just stared at him or made jokes to their friends that Eli could hear clearly thanks to his enhanced hearing.
"This place sucks," Eli said after about an hour and a half.
Billy snorted. He'd been looking more and more dour with every passing minute. "Yeah, but we're not actually allowed to leave until it's officially over. Never before have I actually wished for ninjas to attack. Well," he amended, "maybe once before."
Eli looked around the room again. "Screw that. We're gone." He grabbed Billy's wrist and marched across the dance floor, parting Billy's classmates as if they were the Red Sea with his most intimidating scowl.
"Looks like the fags are running away."
Eli stopped dead in his tracks, dropping Billy's hand. Slowly, he looked around for the source of the comment.
"Don't," Billy whispered, making it plain with that one word that he'd heard it too, and that he had some idea of what Eli was thinking.
"Billy, I put on this stupid suit and put up with these people for you. Let me have my fun." He turned, grinning... if one could call that feral baring of teeth a grin. Moving with the kind of speed that would have almost done Tommy proud, he planted a fierce kiss right on Billy's lips. "I'm gonna pick a fight."
Author:
dorksidefikerFandom: Young Avengers
Table/Prompt: Table 2/35. Sneer
Character/Pairing: Eli, Billy
Rating: PG-13
Word Count:
Summary: Billy needs someone to go to the prom with him.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Another Kink Meme story.
"So Mom says I'm not allowed to go super-heroing unless I do some so called normal activities at school, and with Teddy off with Xavin and my school not letting people go stag, and do you have any idea how much those tickets cost?"
It amazed Eli how much Billy could get out without taking a a breath. Like a super-power, or something. He had, in fact, been so busy focusing on how much Billy was managing to get out that he didn't notice that the mage had actually stopped talking and was looking at him expectantly.
Worse, he was looking at him with the puppy eyes. Eli liked to think that he was immune to that look; having as many younger siblings has he had should have inoculated him. But Billy was very, very good at looking all fragile and sad and in need of a hug and not doing what he asked would be so unreasonable...
"I'll meet you there at 7:30," Eli said, knowing even as the words left his mouth that he was going to regret it.
***
Eli hadn't really known what to expect. On the one hand, he knew Billy went to public school. On the other hand, he went to a public school full of people who came from the Upper West Side. So he knew that a gym redecorated with paper streamers was probably out, but so was some insanely lavish event.
What he got was actually somewhere in the middle. Private ballroom rented in a reasonably nice hotel with very bland decorations and punch that was at first too watery but quickly became too alcoholic for all but the hardiest of souls.
What interested Eli most about the event, however, was the way people were treating Billy. It seemed that he'd agreed to go to the prom with the school's biggest social pariah. The few people who even bothered to talk to him were snide and smarmy, while most of the rest just stared at him or made jokes to their friends that Eli could hear clearly thanks to his enhanced hearing.
"This place sucks," Eli said after about an hour and a half.
Billy snorted. He'd been looking more and more dour with every passing minute. "Yeah, but we're not actually allowed to leave until it's officially over. Never before have I actually wished for ninjas to attack. Well," he amended, "maybe once before."
Eli looked around the room again. "Screw that. We're gone." He grabbed Billy's wrist and marched across the dance floor, parting Billy's classmates as if they were the Red Sea with his most intimidating scowl.
"Looks like the fags are running away."
Eli stopped dead in his tracks, dropping Billy's hand. Slowly, he looked around for the source of the comment.
"Don't," Billy whispered, making it plain with that one word that he'd heard it too, and that he had some idea of what Eli was thinking.
"Billy, I put on this stupid suit and put up with these people for you. Let me have my fun." He turned, grinning... if one could call that feral baring of teeth a grin. Moving with the kind of speed that would have almost done Tommy proud, he planted a fierce kiss right on Billy's lips. "I'm gonna pick a fight."