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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?

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.

affectionate action prompts

ASK: "Mm, it's too nice to go anywhere. You can stay if you want..."

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The writer felt her shifting against his bare chest and had assumed that the timer on this amazing night -- and morning -- was about to come to an end. Bill hadn't moved yet because she had been sleeping so peacefully using him as a pillow. And honestly, it was the last thing he wanted. "Are you sure?" Fingers gently moved soft red hair away from her forehead then continued to comb them through her long locks. "Because if you tempt me then I'm definitely going to take you up on that offer."

If Bill's intention was to be released, then he was employing a terrible strategy. The stroking to her hair only made her already-relaxed body grow even looser. If she could, she'd be purring. Was this how life was like for Liho all the time?

Taken from this meme