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Mike felt the tension in Bill’s grip before he heard it in his voice, that careful just that carried more weight than the words that followed. He didn’t pull away. Didn’t rush. He stayed right there, thumbs brushing lightly at Bill’s jaw, steady and deliberate.

“Yeah,” he said softly, without hesitation. “Of course I will.” He leaned in again, not quite a kiss this time—just close enough that Bill could feel the promise of it. “I’ll text you when I get there. And if it’s busy, I’ll text again when I get a second.” A faint smile touched his mouth, warm and sincere. “You’re not bothering me. Ever.”

His hands slid down to Bill’s wrists, gentle pressure, grounding rather than prying. “Nothing bad’s going to happen,” he added quietly—not dismissive, just calm, like he believed it enough for both of them. “But if it makes you feel better to hear from me, then I want you to hear from me.”

He pressed one last, lingering kiss to Bill’s forehead before easing back, keys finally reclaimed. “I’ll see you later,” he said again, softer this time. “I promise.”

Tom was shaving in the mirror in the bathroom when he heard the other. Looking behind him over his shoulder he smirks. He still had half a face to go but standing in his towel he goes and leans against the hotel bathroom doorway and looks to Bill on the bed.

The young man certainly was handsome in his shirt, on the bed, Tom's eyes look the younger man up and down. The News Anchor was invited to report on the Olympics due to one of Hawkins own making it. And well, now here he was in his own hotel room with a different Olympian.

Tom's head cocks to the side and he smirks a bit.

"Mmm, well I certainly like it more on you than myself."

Tom admits, pushing off the wall with his shoulder and walking over to Bill on the bed. His hands moving to grab him by the collar and hoist him up a bit so he can kiss the others lips. Leaving a bit of shaving cream on his face when he parts, Tom winces and then wipes it off with his hand.

Bill had never really cared about himself. At least not since that one day that he decided he didn't want to go outside and his whole life changed. Now he knew better and he'd never make that mistake again. No matter what it cost him, he would protect the people he cared about. And Finn was the person he cared about the most ever since the two of them had met.

"Does it make a difference?" He countered, arms crossing over his chest. "Nothing's going to stop me from having your back."

Finn groaned and rubbed his head. It was bad enough that he'd agreed to go with Gwen to the camp, but for Bill to tag along meant he was also responsible for his friend. Not that the other would ever say that was what he needed to do, but this wasn't the type of scenario that was safe. If Gwen's dreams weren't safe, who could say how anyone else would be affected?

Niamh cannot help the laugh that comes out at his question. She could never have guessed that would be his response to her showing but she liked it. "All good things, I promise." She finds the seat across from him and sits down. "Your friends had plenty of nice things to say."

There are a few moments pause before she gets down to what she is truly there for. "I heard that It took your brother. I'm sorry that happened to you. I wanted to see if you needed any help. A friend or someone to help you with that thing. Whatever you need really."

The adrenaline is still pumping in his blood. His ears still ring with music, applause... blood. A rush of it from the performance. He had been brilliant, of course he had. He never lets anyone down when it comes to his performance on the ice, always the picture perfect son with top scores in his group. Another gold to bring home. He doesn't really care about that anymore. Perhaps he did when he was younger, but now it's become something of a chore. ( of course he never tells his father about it. that his heart is no longer in it. but he shall keep going until he can no more )

"I didn't think you'd actually come,"

It is whispered between kisses and touches in the dark, for he has not put much thought into turning the light on. Doesn't really matter either, for he sees exactly what is necessary of the other to navigate.

John pushes him against the wall, lips never leave Bill's own as fingers begin to wander over his chest and torso. It is exactly as he expected, the muscular built under his clothes, under his touch, and he is almost vibrating with the need to see. To touch skin.

Almost lost in this haze of need, he pulls back. Lips swollen and breath hot as he meets Bill's eyes, fingers still for a moment before they slowly move. One button, then the second from the top. Eyes never leave the other.

PRE ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP PROMPTS

"Do you ever feel like...?"

He'd been too careless with his words, too caught up in how invincible the night had made him feel -- Bill by his side as they snuck around the forbidden parts of the campus, laughter stifled and thoughts set free into the wind. Secrets almost spilled. Neil knew, as soon as he glanced towards Bill's feverish grin and the question began to tumble from his lips, that he was about to make a grave mistake, laying himself bare before someone who could cut him with a proverbial knife. Very Shakespearean, a tragedy waiting to happen.

So he'd changed the subject in one way that he knew how, a shove to the arm and a run to the main building as he laughed away the thudding in his chest, the reddening of his cheeks. He'd hoped that Bill would have forgotten, but it turns out that the universe had other ideas.

"If I told you not to panic, would you listen?"

Eddie asked the question as he slipped into the seat across from his oldest friend. It had been a couple months since Derry, and Bill was the first person Eddie had decided to reveal himself to. He had no idea how or why he had woken back up underneath the town, but he had figured out quite a bit about himself in the short amount of time alone.