Ah. Been a while since I wrote. This is super rusty and very unchecked. But I'm trying to get back into writing a little... So. I just kind of tossing this out there for a start. Might work on some drabbles later with various prompts given to me over time. I've got them sitting in a gdoc. And maybe get some work on Zombie!AU again. I miss that verse. Gosh, it's been a year since I'd started that... and seven months since the last update. I'm really sorry it's been such a long journey. ------ For the better part of an hour, they sat there, avoiding looking at the other. Sure, they were dating and had agreed to go for the "next step," but after all that talk, it just brought up a lot of nervous feelings. After all, who was supposed to make the first move? They hadn't agreed on that. Finally, the awkward silence and the loud tick of the clock got to Billy. As he crawled onto Teddy's lap, a stubborn and determined expression crossed his face. To hell with being embarrassed or awkward. They had plenty of time for that later. "Billy, what are you--" but before Teddy could properly protest, Billy had pressed his lips against Teddy's for a proper sort of silence. Talk was over. Now it was game time and no turning back. Even if he was a ball of nervous energy now. Billy reached down between them and began to unfasten Teddy's buckle. Turns out, these things are easier to get off on your own person than on someone else. Practice and all that. Making a frustrated sound, he pulled back and pointed at Teddy's pants. "Open them up," he demanded with a stern expression. The look on Teddy's face was one bewilderment. To this point, their relationship had been rather innocent and, well, pure. Perhaps Billy could be a bit demanding, but he never showed this kind of thing during their alone time. At least, not in this sense. After a few moments of shock, Teddy nodded and unfastened his belt. Taking the hint with his unchanged expression, Teddy took the next step to unbutton and unzip his pants. The displeased look on Billy's face turned to one of satisfaction. With one hand, he busied himself with pulling Teddy from his underwear while he spit into the other. He'd seen enough videos to know that lubrication was a must with these things. The more, the better. It was quite obvious by the look on his face that Teddy didn't approve of this method. That wouldn't do. "Something wrong?" After an exasperated sigh, Teddy glanced to the side. "This isn't how I imagined it, you know...? I mean, I know we agreed on it, but I wasn't expecting it to be now. Despite how it sounded. It's just that... We're going to be rushing the clock and I mean, what if someone comes home? We'd have to stop and... I guess what I'm trying to say is I wanted this to be a little more romantic." With an apologetic look, Teddy looked at him again. Taking in all those words, Billy suddenly felt like an idiot. Teddy was right: This isn't how he wanted it, either. Rushed and unpleasant was all it'd end up being. With a burst of laughter, Billy let his head drop down on Teddy's shoulder. This was all silly. "You're right. You're completely right. I feel so stupid now..." Under normal circumstances, Billy probably wouldn't admit that. But this was Teddy. This was the boy that he had fallen completely head-over-heels with and could tell almost anything to. Someone who allowed him to be stupid and silly and act like a fool and not give him hell. Gently, Billy's head was lifted by Teddy and he was pulled into a sweet and affectionate kiss. Yeah, this was a lot better than a quickie handjob for a first time. "Good. How about we get your hand cleaned up before you ruin my favorite sweatshirt of yours?"