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“Right there, baby, that’s it.” Bill confirmed, his voice low, his lips against Teddy’s again. He was already half-hard, and it didn’t take long for Teddy to stroke him to full arousal. Bill’s hand kept exploring the front of Teddy’s body before it decided to venture south too. He wanted to shove his face right there, above Teddy’s dick, breathe in his scent and nuzzle his nose against his pubic hair and marvel in every single part of it. He wanted the man’s balls in his mouth, he wanted to suck him down into his throat and finger his asshole until Teddy was begging to be fucked. 

“So good, Teddybear.” His hand wrapped around Teddy’s length, moving slowly, getting the blood flowing. The two of them lay together, nestled in each other, jerking their cocks with their heads pressed together and Bill decided he didn’t want to move from this spot ever again. He wanted to die like this, with Teddy. 

Bill kissed Teddy properly this time, passionately, desperately, his tongue in the other’s mouth, breathing through his nose with a moan in his throat. 

This was his favourite spot in the whole world. There wasn’t even a second best. It was here, only here, end of list. Just him and Bill, wrapped up in each other, feeling each other breathe and move and work, heartbeats both increasing as they grew to need more and more and more.  Teddy pressed his mouth to Bill’s again, for a long and lazy kiss. He let his lips part and his tongue slip out to brush at the other’s lips, a soft moan escaping. It turned quickly into more, the both of them desperate for whatever closeness they could find. Teddy’s fist tightened, another deeper, more gutteral noise sounding from him, somewhere low in his chest.  He breathed Bill’s name like it was a fucking prayer, rejoining the kiss once his lungs were full of air. Teddy’s hips began to rock, just barely moving at all, his cock nice and hard now that Bill had paid it some attention. The hand he had in Bill’s shorts moved to feel his balls, then up to the head of his cock, just playing around. Teddy held him loosely again, letting his thumb aimless run back and forth over the slit that crowned Bill’s erection.  This person was his, all his. Teddy’s heart skipped a beat, just at the thought. He broke their kiss again to breathe, letting his forehead land against Bill’s. He tried to decide what he wanted next, but the answer kept being everything. Just everything. 

Bill grinned against Teddy’s lips as his touch was reciprocated. He pressed a quick kiss to his lips, before pulling away.

“Hold on–” he said, moving so that he could take the tray and put it onto the floor. The last thing he wanted was for them to be rolling around in eggs and toast, getting crumbs all over the sheets. 

When that was done, he pulled off his t-shirt and got back into his position, pulling Teddy close to him, his arm around the other’s shoulder to keep him close. 

“Put your hand back,” Bill requested, going back to feeling over Teddy’s chest, over his stubbled cheeks and jaw, his arms, any part of hair that Teddy had that was within Bill’s reach, he touched. Bill didn’t get why Frankie was interested in women, when there were perfect, beautiful men like Teddy out there. 

Teddy sat up when Bill moved to put the tray on the floor, having momentarily forgotten that they abandoned their breakfast in favour of each other. He watched Bill without blinking once, his eyes locked in on the man as he stripped out his shirt. His chest was broad and beautiful, decorated with hair and much lower, a scar, still healing over from where Bill was shot.  He hadn’t said it to Bill out loud yet, but he liked that part maybe more than he should. Teddy found it attractive for more reasons than one. It looked good, jutting out across the man’s skin, breaking up his flesh with a thin, soft pink stripe. But more than that, Teddy liked what it reminded him of. Not the shooting, of course, but what came after -- this. Them. Without that scar, they wouldn’t be in their bed, sharing breakfast and each other without a care in the world. 

“Yeah. Everything.” Bill confirmed with a nod, his nose nuzzling against Teddy’s skin as his head moved in the up and down motion. They were so close now that Bill could feel every movement Teddy made, especially the one against his crotch, which was sending blood rushing straight to his groin.

“I could do a lot of things,” Bill breathed, his lips against Teddy’s, trying to kiss him as he talked. He wanted to simply melt into Teddy, for their bodies to become one. “I could show you just how much I love you… just how much I like every single part of you.” He continued to talk, his hand running over Teddy’s chest hair still.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he whispered. “It drives me fuckin’ crazy, Teddy, just feeling you like this…” His fingers brushed against his nipple, the pad of his index finger circling around it until it grew hard beneath his touch. “So fucking manly… all this hair you have…”

They were never like this before. Teddy and Bill were always close -- best friends, fuck buddies, everything in between -- but in nearly fifty years of knowing each other, it had never been so quiet between them, so soft, so sweet and gentle it made him forget how to breathe. 

He watched Bill with wide blue eyes, scanning every inch of the other man’s perfectly chiselled face. Teddy let his hand slide down Bill’s cheek, taking hold of his chin so he could bring him in for another kiss. 

“Mmmhm.” Bill hummed his response. “I know but when was the last time you saw your Mom?” His turned his head further so he could kiss Teddy. “Your leg’s gettin’ high there, Teddybear.” He chuckled, wanting to be as close to him as possible. 

Bill shook his head. “No, we don’t have to get up right now.” He kissed Teddy properly on the lips, for a long moment, drinking in every inch of him that he could. His hand came to the side of Teddy’s head, Bill’s other hand flat on his chest. 

“I love you,” he murmured against Teddy’s lips, kissing him again. “Every single bit of you.” Bill kissed his nose. And then his cheek and then his nose again, kissing different parts of Teddy’s face as he spoke with a smile. “Your nose, and your lips, and your smile, and your eyes. Your hands… and your ears…” He moved to kiss just beneath Teddy’s ear, his voice dropping. “Everything.”

Bill placed the tray to the side so it didn’t get knocked over as he wanted to get closer to Teddy. He turned onto his side, body facing in to Teddy, his own hand running over the man’s chest hair, his forehead pressed against his boyfriend’s. They’d never really… been like this. Not for as long as Bill could remember, anyway. When it came to sex, they were incredibly physical, but lying in bed together, just touching each other, embracing… It was something Bill never wanted to lose now. He ran his fingers through Teddy’s chest hair and down to his stomach, and back up again, letting his legs fall open so one of Teddy’s could slide in between.

“Sure,” he replied with a soft smile, his eyes half-closed. “Why not? When was the last time we saw them?”  

Teddy wanted Bill shirtless, too. It wasn’t fair -- Teddy had to slip his hand all the way under Bill’s shirt to get the same access, his fingers drinking in what his eyes couldn’t. He was warm and soft and perfect, and Teddy didn’t hesitate to draw the man closer, eventually sneaking his hand all the way to Bill’s back, his shirt stuck half-way up his torso.  “I don’t know,” Teddy answered softly, nudging his nose against Bill’s. He didn’t need to talk any louder than a whisper when they were this close, which they now were most of the time. Teddy was handsy, needy for all the Bill he’d missed in the years they weren’t officially together. “-- I saw your mom at the hospital.”  Right then, that sounded like more than enough. Teddy only wanted to see one person that day, and it was Bill. His leg pressed further, until his thigh was nuzzled up against Bill’s crotch. 

All it took was a slight tilt of his head to kill Bill again, lingering for a long moment afterwards. “... Maybe later,” he agreed, giving a tiny nod of his head. “We’ll call them, see what they think.” 

“Yeah?” Bill smiled, excited to have Teddy try what he made. He wanted everything to be perfect… all the time. He needed it to be. They were finally together and nothing was going to get in their way now. Bill watched intently, keeping his eyes on Teddy’s face, taking in every speck of grey in his dark hair, his morning stubble, the little wrinkles around his eyes when he smiled and the way his brow twitched as his face moved.

Bill’s arm moved around him and he kept him as close as he possibly could, turning his head so he could press a kiss to the side of the man’s face, breathing in his scent. He couldn’t believe this was happening: he felt like it was a dream… a really good fucking dream.

“I’m feeling good,” Bill smiled. “I’m always good when I’m next to you.” He let out a breath, his nose pressed against Teddy, kissing him again and breathing in once more. “I just want to be with you. I don’t care what we do.” He paused for a moment. “You wanna go visit your Mom, maybe?”

Teddy snorted a laugh at Bill’s cheesy answer, but nothing could erase the smile it brought to his face. He felt it too, and more powerfully than ever. So long as he was with Bill, he was good. It didn’t matter where they were or what they did, everything would be fine, no matter what. 

As delicious as the food was, Teddy appreciated the kisses far more than breakfast. He hummed a happy little noise, waiting a polite few minutes before turning his head upwards to nuzzle into Bill’s subbly neck, breathing him in just as deep. Teddy pressed his lips to the man’s throat, right under his jaw, twisting in towards him as he did. His hand slid across Bill’s chest, mindlessly running back and forth. 

“I did – I hope it’s okay.” Bill smiled, stealing one more kiss from Teddy before he sat back on the bed and sipped on his coffee before putting it down. “I slept good.” He nodded. “I’ve slept so well since we moved back here…”

There were still nightmares, but they were few and far between now. Bill hadn’t felt as safe as he was when he was next to Teddy, curled up behind him, holding him close.

“I told you, I’m gonna keep you smiling for as long as I can.” Bill pulled a face. “You might not be smiling if I made the eggs too dry or left some shell in but I don’t think I did.” He reached out and rubbed Teddy’s bare arm. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this content, this at peace with everything in his life. Things with Tom had gone considerably well, and since they’d moved into Bill’s apartment, they’d easily fallen into a routine.

“Do you have any plans for today, baby? You gotta go to work?”

Before trying any food, Teddy took a long and necessary sip of coffee, not caring in the slightest that it burnt the roof of his mouth and his tongue, so fresh and hot he could barely taste it. He hummed in appreciation, brows pulling together as he focused on its warmth, spreading down through his body.  “Oh, that’s good,” he said, taking another quick taste before he put the mug down. Next was the food, which Teddy was surprisingly hungry for. It looked good, too. Bill had never been a bad cook, but lately, his talents had grown exponentially. His breakfast was warm and his eggs were nice and fluffy, unlike anything Teddy could ever manage. 

He scooched closer when Bill touched his arm, bringing the tray along with him as he went to press right up against Bill’s side, snuggling in close. Teddy set his tray down over Bill’s legs, using his newfound freedom to swing one of Bill’s arms over his shoulders, making himself at home. 

Teddy took a bite first, then offered the piece of toast to Bill, utterly wrapped up in domestic bliss. 

He shrugged a little, reaching across Bill for his cup of coffee -- it was closer, after all. Teddy took a sip and put it back, thinking over his plans for the day. 

“Breakfast in bed?” Bill grinned as he walked into the bedroom of his apartment carrying a tray. He’d been trying so hard the past few weeks, since Teddy had officially called things off with Tom, to make more of an effort in every aspect of his life: his relationships, his health, his fitness, his life skills. This time, it was his first real attempt at making scrambled eggs on toast. There wasn’t so much pain when he moved now, and Bill could pretty much walk on his own now, until his core muscles started to hurt again and he needed to take a rest.

“I made it.” He kept his voice low, trying not to be too loud this early in the morning. Teddy was still half asleep, and Bill placed the tray of food on the foot of the bed and rushed off to grab their mugs of coffee too, handing it over to Teddy with a nervous smile and climbing back into bed.

“Good morning,” he leaned over with a wince to give his boyfriend a long kiss. “How’d you sleep?”

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Teddy woke up to the sound of plates clattering, cutlery clinking together. He stirred, then tried his best to ignore it, letting his head fall back onto one of Bill’s deflated pillows. He pressed his nose in deep, inhaling the thick, musty smell that Bill always left behind. Teddy loved it there, in that place between sleep and consciousness. Especially now. Every morning, he could smell Bill, feel him, know he was there, without a doubt in his mind. It was perfect, and all to easy to fall back asleep. 

He jolted up again when Bill opened the bedroom door, pushing up off his stomach so he could twist and look over his shoulder, eyes squinting against the incoming sun. Bill was holding something, saying something. It took him a second to process. 

“What?” He asked, his voice still gruff with sleep. “-- What’s all this?” Teddy blinked, focusing in on the tray in Bill’s hands. He twisted more, until he could turn over, and then forced himself into a seated position, smile growing into a grin as he did. 

“You made breakfast?” Teddy asked, adjusting everything around them, waiting for Bill to return with coffee. He took it with a happy little hum, eyes following Bill around the bed. “And coffee?” 

They could do whatever they wanted, and so many thoughts flooded Bill’s mind. He smirked. They didn’t even need to be confined to their bedroom. Now, they could fool around wherever they wanted and no one else would know.

Tom watched the interaction between Bill and Teddy, the foot moving, the breathing, the smiles. He flushed red, already hot and embarrassed and more than turned on. 

“I think he has as well,” Tom agreed quietly, not all that confident in talking the way that his partners did, but he tried his best. He liked to watch the two of them interact, liked to learn from them. After all, they knew what they were doing. He was incredibly new. 

“Come here, Tom.” Bill smirked, leaning over Teddy, the movement making the man’s foot press further into his groin. He caught Tom’s lips in a long kiss, over where Teddy was lying, his tongue going into Tom’s mouth. The other man flushed redder, his hand going to grip Teddy’s shoulder, his breath hitching.

Nothing in the world worked Teddy up more than the sight of Bill and Tom enjoying each other. At first, they were both so fucking timid -- stealing glances here and there, kisses sometimes, when they both thought Teddy wouldn’t notice. It took awhile for them all to adjust, but now ... God, now Teddy didn’t know how he’d ever live without it. Tom flushed so perfectly. Bill always looked so proud. And when they did it like this -- right on top of him, the both bracing against his body while they explored each other -- Teddy always lost his breath, got hard as a rock. 

He shifted, not wanting to interrupt them as he did. Teddy was eventually upright enough to start kissing along Tom’s neck as Bill took care of his mouth, his ass now firmly planted in the smaller man’s lap. He could feel it from there, just how turned on Tom was, too. 

Greedy for more, Teddy stretched out an arm, coming in contact with the curve of Bill’s stomach as he leaned in towards them. He groaned, fingers trailing down the fabric of Bill’s shirt until he found his pants, until he could slip his fingers into the space left by his open zipper. Teddy’s fingers nimbly found the slip in his boxers, working through layers of fabric until he could grab a good hold of Bill’s dick, giving it a squeeze. 

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