Wait, am I still bleeding?

“Definitely not shirtless enough.” Billy tries not to sound too longing.

"I’ll keep that in mind." He smiles. "So. Is that a no-no on the cocoa?"

"N-no, I'd love to. I just... I mean, are you sure?"

"I mean you look like you walked out of an Abercrombie ad.”

"Not shirtless enough for Hollister, huh?" His tone is teasing.

"Definitely not shirtless enough." Billy tries not to sound too longing.

A nervous laugh escapes Billy before he can stop it. “Are you kidding me? I mean, yeah, okay, Johnny Storm, but- I mean-” He gestures wordlessly at Teddy. 

Teddy raises his eyebrows, smiling gently. “You mean…?”

"I mean you look like you walked out of an Abercrombie ad."

"Huh? No, I'm- I'm fine." Totally controlled and non-fanboying. Yep. 

"Yeah, but what if they’re not? I mean… I’m guessing they’re wondering what happened to you. Don’t you miss them?” 

All at once, Billy realized he'd probably just gone and made things worse. "Um. Sorry. I mean... I'm sure they're fine. Missing you, obviously. But I bet they're doing okay."

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Billy rolls his eyes. “Right, because shapeshifters just grow on trees.” He huffs. “Fine. Hand it over. But you owe me.”

"I wish," he mumbles to himself. He’d do a lot for a shapeshifting fuckbuddy. He hands him his phone. "Yeah, yeah. Don’t I always?"

"Yep." Billy smiles sunnily at him before glancing down at the phone, brow furrowing in concentration. "IwanttofixthisIwanttofixthisIwanttofixthis..."

"My little brothers are life-ruiners who have no sense of privacy or personal space." Billy glares at Tommy like one brother can take the blame for all three, and ignores the heat he can feel in his cheeks. "And I don’t- How do you know about that?”

"Because you leave it up when I borrow your laptop." Tommy’s ninety percent positive Billy just did it to get a reaction out of him. Ninety percent positive. "And they’re little kids. Of course they have no sense of privacy or personal space. They don’t even know what it is."

"They're not babies, Tommy. They're four, and they know how to read 'keep out' signs." And why would Billy let anyone borrow his laptop without clearing his browser history? Ugh. Future him is really bad at this.

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"It’s not slutty if it’s only with one guy. And why should I? You were the one who broke it.”

Billy rolls his eyes. "Right, because shapeshifters just grow on trees." He huffs. "Fine. Hand it over. But you owe me."

Billy scowls at him - or at least, in his vague blurry direction. “You’re such an ass. Do all of my brothers have to be jerks?”

He frowns. “Hey. Your little brothers are cool. You’d know that if you spent less time holed up in your room jerking off to your fanfic.”

"My little brothers are life-ruiners who have no sense of privacy or personal space." Billy glares at Tommy like one brother can take the blame for all three, and ignores the heat he can feel in his cheeks. "And I don't- How do you know about that?"

Billy’s momentarily distracted by a Fantastic Four comic on the shelves - specifically, one with Johnny Storm on the cover - but his attention snaps right back at the phrase ‘see each other’. And then, about a second later, he realizes how crushingly desperate and pathetic that makes him, because obviously Teddy doesn’t mean in that way, and- “Sure. Sounds great.”

A nervous laugh escapes Billy before he can stop it. "Are you kidding me? I mean, yeah, okay, Johnny Storm, but- I mean-" He gestures wordlessly at Teddy.