When Teddy Was Gone
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dorksidefikerTitle: When Teddy Was Gone
Fandom: X-Men/Young Avengers
Characters: Victor Borkowski, Billy Kaplan, Tommy Shepard
Prompt: 86. Choices
Word Count: 639
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: Boykissing and a bit more
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's Notes: Set four years before the events chronicled in That Damn Mpreg.
Victor didn't visit Billy until three days after Teddy's funeral. He'd been at the funeral, of course. Everyone had. And he's expressed his condolences then.
But it wasn't enough to just say how sorry he was when everyone around was doing the same thing. That was easy to do. Actually being there for someone was much harder.
Victor was willing to do anything for Billy.
Which was why he was knocking on the door of the East Village apartment, his heart in his throat.
He waited almost ten minutes before Billy answered his knock. The spell caster looked like hell. He was still wearing the clothes he'd had on at the funeral, and it looked like he hadn't slept in a week. He leaned heavily against the doorframe, his eyes puffy and red. "Vic," he croaked.
"God, Billy." He hugged the man, and he felt Billy rest his head on his shoulder. "I came to see how you were doing."
Billy shuddered, making an incoherent noise. Victor walked them in, bringing them over to the battered old couch. Billy clung to him like he was the only thing keeping him afloat. Victor closed his eyes and held Billy tighter, trying to memorize every contour and trying not to feel guilty. This was what he wanted. What he'd wanted for a long time.
But not like this, Victor thought as he stroked Billy's soft black hair. Not like this.
Could he pass up this chance, though? Billy needed someone. Why not him?
He put his fingers under Billy's chin, lifting the other man's face, and flicked his tongue across his lips before moving in for a deep kiss. Billy didn't resist, didn't pull away. Tentatively, he responded, his tongue meeting Victor's. His hands rested on the mutant's shoulders, gripping him tightly enough to leave bruises.
Billy tasted like salt, and when Victor opened his eyes, he saw the spell caster was still crying.
Victor pulled away quickly. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't-- I'm sorry." He pulled himself off the couch, away from Billy. "God, I-” He swallowed the lump in his throat and ran out. He was on the hall when he ran into Tommy, nearly knocking the speedster over.
"Ow. Whoa, slow down there Vic." Tommy grabbed his shoulders to steady himself, and Victor winced. The silver haired speedster peered past him, then looked him in the eyes. "Billy okay?"
Victor swallowed and shook his head. "He- I-"
"Stay here." Tommy disappeared into the apartment, leaving Victor standing there. He was back out in a minute, looking a little relieved. "He's asleep," he said. "He's... Christ, I need a drink." Tommy draped an arm around Victor's shoulders. "We both need drinks. We are going for drinks."
"Alright."
Victor missed the calculating gleam in Tommy's pale blue eyes.
***
Victor wasn't sure how many beers he'd had, but he knew it was enough to make it seem like letting Tommy pull him into the alley was a good idea. He was really surprised when Tommy started kissing him. Tommy was the straight one. He had a girlfriend.
He also had his hand in Victor's pants, and he was getting on his knees. Victor used the ally wall for support as his pants fell down around his ankles, and Tommy pulled his underwear down. He closed his eyes and pulled his fingers through Tommy's silky hair and groaned as the speedster ran his tongue over the inside of his thigh.
Part of him knew this was a bad idea. The rest of him didn't care.
Fandom: X-Men/Young Avengers
Characters: Victor Borkowski, Billy Kaplan, Tommy Shepard
Prompt: 86. Choices
Word Count: 639
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: Boykissing and a bit more
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's Notes: Set four years before the events chronicled in That Damn Mpreg.
Victor didn't visit Billy until three days after Teddy's funeral. He'd been at the funeral, of course. Everyone had. And he's expressed his condolences then.
But it wasn't enough to just say how sorry he was when everyone around was doing the same thing. That was easy to do. Actually being there for someone was much harder.
Victor was willing to do anything for Billy.
Which was why he was knocking on the door of the East Village apartment, his heart in his throat.
He waited almost ten minutes before Billy answered his knock. The spell caster looked like hell. He was still wearing the clothes he'd had on at the funeral, and it looked like he hadn't slept in a week. He leaned heavily against the doorframe, his eyes puffy and red. "Vic," he croaked.
"God, Billy." He hugged the man, and he felt Billy rest his head on his shoulder. "I came to see how you were doing."
Billy shuddered, making an incoherent noise. Victor walked them in, bringing them over to the battered old couch. Billy clung to him like he was the only thing keeping him afloat. Victor closed his eyes and held Billy tighter, trying to memorize every contour and trying not to feel guilty. This was what he wanted. What he'd wanted for a long time.
But not like this, Victor thought as he stroked Billy's soft black hair. Not like this.
Could he pass up this chance, though? Billy needed someone. Why not him?
He put his fingers under Billy's chin, lifting the other man's face, and flicked his tongue across his lips before moving in for a deep kiss. Billy didn't resist, didn't pull away. Tentatively, he responded, his tongue meeting Victor's. His hands rested on the mutant's shoulders, gripping him tightly enough to leave bruises.
Billy tasted like salt, and when Victor opened his eyes, he saw the spell caster was still crying.
Victor pulled away quickly. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't-- I'm sorry." He pulled himself off the couch, away from Billy. "God, I-” He swallowed the lump in his throat and ran out. He was on the hall when he ran into Tommy, nearly knocking the speedster over.
"Ow. Whoa, slow down there Vic." Tommy grabbed his shoulders to steady himself, and Victor winced. The silver haired speedster peered past him, then looked him in the eyes. "Billy okay?"
Victor swallowed and shook his head. "He- I-"
"Stay here." Tommy disappeared into the apartment, leaving Victor standing there. He was back out in a minute, looking a little relieved. "He's asleep," he said. "He's... Christ, I need a drink." Tommy draped an arm around Victor's shoulders. "We both need drinks. We are going for drinks."
"Alright."
Victor missed the calculating gleam in Tommy's pale blue eyes.
***
Victor wasn't sure how many beers he'd had, but he knew it was enough to make it seem like letting Tommy pull him into the alley was a good idea. He was really surprised when Tommy started kissing him. Tommy was the straight one. He had a girlfriend.
He also had his hand in Victor's pants, and he was getting on his knees. Victor used the ally wall for support as his pants fell down around his ankles, and Tommy pulled his underwear down. He closed his eyes and pulled his fingers through Tommy's silky hair and groaned as the speedster ran his tongue over the inside of his thigh.
Part of him knew this was a bad idea. The rest of him didn't care.