Tommy and Billy Backdated Party
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ax_mainBilly makes a big deal about Tommy having hickeys, then they actually kind of sort of bond.
Tommy sauntered back toward the party, a smirk on his lips trying desperately to become a smile. He started to tuck his shirt in, then gave up and let it hang part in and part out of his waistband. Tamara had already headed off her own way, just like she should, and for the first time in a long while, Tommy was actually feeling pretty damn good.
Billy felt weird.
Everything was starting to feel kind of like a blur, like he was on one of those really fast spinning rides at the faire only it was going slow. He thought about calling it quits after hanging with Jeanne-Marie, god she was nice, but when he saw a familiar flash of white he immediately stumbled his way towards his brother. "Tommmmmyyyy!"
He leaned a little heavily on the other smiling into his brother's shoulder. "Where were you-I could not- nope."
“What the hell?” Tommy could have moved fast enough to get out of Billy’s way, let him crash to the ground instead of dive-bombing into Tommy’s shoulder, but he was feeling just altruistic enough to not let the dipshit faceplant. He cuffed Billy on the back of the head instead, and let him stick there like the limpet he was. “You’re going to feel like shit tomorrow, just so you know.”
"OH ho ho! I am aware." He muttered into Tommy's shoulder, picking his head up just enough so he could lay his head on his brother's shoulder and get a very good view of those dark marks on Tommy's neck.
"Did you burn your-" Billy lifted his head and stared at them harder. "Oh my god! You have hickeys! Did you make out with a lamprey?!"
“No. A dragon.” Tommy grinned and shoved him in the chest, mostly gently. “Get off me.”
Billy stepped back when he was shoved, still gaping at the bruises on Tommy's neck. "A dragon? Why are you making out with lizards? That's can't be healthy."
Tommy rolled his eyes. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. I was with Tamara. Dragon wings, micro-mini skirt, doesn’t wear a bra?” You know, the vital statistics.
"Tamara?" Billy frowned at the name and the description, not really able to put a face to the name and shook his head. "I don't- I don't know her."
He stared at the mark again. "Do they hurt?"
Was Billy for real? Tommy tried to decide, then figured – eh. Weighing the odds of Billy somehow keeping a straight face while teasing him, while he was that wasted – versus the chance that Billy had never actually made out with anyone in his life – the answer was pretty obvious. “No, they don’t hurt. They’re hickies. If you’d hung out with girls other than Kitty tonight, you might have had the chance to find out for yourself.” But probably not.
"First off, Kitty is fantastic to hang out with, second of all, I hung out with Yana and Jeanne-Marie too." Billy sniffed a little and tugged at his shirt, the juice he had spilled there was starting to get a little sticky. Then he realized what exactly Tommy was getting at and frowned. "Third, no thanks!"
He refused to tell Tommy about actually having his first kiss with Jeanne-Marie.
Billy’d been hanging out with Illyana? That was news, and something that he should have known. Tommy frowned, a little wary, but there was absolutely no point in bringing it up with Billy now – dude wasn’t going to remember word one of this conversation tomorrow, guaranteed. “Suit yourself,” Tommy shrugged. “But you’re going to be kicking yourself later for your missed opportunities.”
Billy shook his head at Tommy's words, then got a little dizzy so he grabbed onto Tommy's arm for balance. "No. No. I don't think you get it. I don't want ever want to make out with them.... or girls in general. Do you catch what I'm throwing here?"
Billy thought he might puke in the grass, but nope just a hiccup.
"Don't you dare hurl on my shoes." Tommy stepped aside in reflex, but nothing happened. That did give him a chance to process Billy's comment, and - yeah, because he'd been distracted, but who could blame him? - notice the rainbow belt for the first time. Not like it was obvious in the dark, or like Billy had said anything before, so how was he supposed to have known? "And yeah, I get it. Good. I'm back to not having any competition that way," he added, with a flash of a grin.
He hadn't really thought it would be a big deal if Tommy had accepted him or not, seeing as they weren't exactly really brothers, but something about Tommy's easy acceptance made something in Billy's chest ease up. Billy gave his brother a large happy smile before he wrapped his arms around the others neck and hugged him tightly.
"Thank you...!" He gushed against Tommy's cheek and held on.
"Oh, for-" Tommy groaned, but he didn't push Billy away this time. As dumb as it was, the sloppy, drunk affection felt kind of... good? He made sure that he had an aggrieved look on his face, mind you, and if anyone brought it up later he could blame the entire thing on Billy being too shitfaced to stand. "Dork," he muttered under his breath.
Billy smiled at the soft insult and hugged him a little longer before slowly pulling away and grinning like an idiot at his twin. "You let me hug you...you slowly getting used to this whole brother thing? Cause-a-Imma going warn you, I might hug you more in the future."
Billy hummed to himself for a moment. "You're a good brother."
Then promptly turned and vomited into the grass.
"The nice thing about this is," Tommy said conversationally, "you won't remember saying that, and no-one would believe you if you did." He sighed, zipped to the cooler, and came back with water (and just water) before Billy finished his technicolor yawn on the lawn. "Here. Rinse your mouth out, especially if you plan on breathing near me ever again."
Billy coughed, spitting a little as the last dregs of vomit trickled out and he stomach stopped that awful rolling and heaving. He took a few deep breaths through his mouth before standing back up straight with a loud sniff and taking the water bottle from Tommy.
"Thank you..." he croaked, his voice wrecked as he cracked the seal and took a few steadying sips. "And I'll remember...I think."
"Sure, you will, dude." Tommy watched him for an interminable moment. until he was pretty convinced Billy wasn't actually going to die on the spot. "Come on." He prodded Billy lightly between the shoulder blades. "Can you move without hurling? You need to sit and wait this off before you embarrass either of us again."
Billy nodded and followed Tommy's light guiding to one of the chairs that had been set up around the party. He took a deep breath, happy that his stomach seemed to have settled after emptying it, but his head now felt very light.
"Did you have fun at the party?" He slurred a little, taking another sip of water.
"Mm-hmm," Tommy answered, scanning the crowd. Where was Pyro? He'd lost track of the guy somewhere in the middle of everything. Not spotting him right off the bat, he turned his attention back to his idiot younger brother. Twins or clones or whatever, it was blindingly obvious that Tommy was older. Wiser.
"That's what parties are for. I'm guessing you don't get out much."
"Is it that obvious?" He groaned placing his head in his hand, trying to let the dizzy feeling pass before picking his head back up to look at Tommy. "My first party was a kind of success, I think."
Except for that awkward moment with Teddy and he really shouldn't be thinking about the right now. Billy sighed and let his head flop a little painfully back against the chair with a cringe.
"Kind of and you think? That's setting the bar low." Tommy flopped down on the ground beside the chair. "If you're going to yarf again, do it that way." He pointed in the opposite direction.
"I won't." Billy said a little defensively, but made sure to know just in case. "And what do you mean? What kind of parties have you been to?"
He tried to picture Tommy in a rave, zooming around and doing crazy things with like glow sticks, body paint and drugs, but no there was no way they were that different.
"I meant you, dumbbutt. You race around here like Xavier's is the closest you've ever been to heaven, but now we're into 'kind of' and maybe okay. What knocked you on your ass?"
Billy frowned, now able to follow what exactly Tommy was saying and he shook his head, trying to dismiss Tommy's question. "No...no. It was fun. I had fun."
He did have fun! He danced with a lot of fun people, had his first kiss (albeit with a girl), drank for the first time and everything. There was absolutely no reason to let that one tiny thing bug him right now, but it was hard when the buzz was slowly fading only to be replaced with exhaustion. "Just something stupid, it's not a big deal."
He almost wanted to ask if he could sleep in Tommy's room tonight, but Inuyasha was there so no.
Tommy narrowed his eyes. "Pyro didn't fuck with you, did he?" If he had, then Fatale could go piss up a rope with her 'bring me pizza' bullshit.
"Who?" His mind vaguely supplied him with the information that had been the name of Yana's date. "Oh. No, nothing like that. I don't even think I met him at all tonight. It's just something stupid with my roommate."
Tommy settled back, the answer a lot more boring than he'd been worried about. (No, scratch that. He hadn't been worried about Billy, just ... justifiably concerned about a disruptive outsider at the school.) "Wanna trade?" he snorted. "You can take Yasha off my hands any day."
Billy groaned loudly at that, not sure what was the worse of those two options. Inuyasha was mean, belligerent and the would probably end up killing each other, but being in a room with Teddy right now made killing each other sound kind of preferable. "No. No, thank you. Maybe I could trade Inuyasha for you."
But he wouldn't do that to Teddy.
Tommy waited, but Billy didn't keep talking. "Okay, fine," he sighed. "I'll bite. Just don't take this as evidence that I actually care. What did the meathead do?"
"Nothing! It's just me being weird! I asked him to dance and he kind very obviously rejected me, while trying to act like he had plans!" Billy flushed, saying it out loud made it sound so much more embarrassing and stupid, rubbing at his sore eyes in frustration.
"It's stupid...but I just don't want to see him." He muttered pathetically.
"That's your type? Blond beefcake?" Tommy shook his head. "You can do better. And someone you don't have to share a room with after the inevitable crash and high-speed burn. Lesson one, little brother - don't shit where you eat."
Billy cringed a little at Tommy's phrasing, but nodded. "Yeah, I mean you're right. Also, doesn't help that I think he's very straight, so there is that."
Tommy was right. Even if Teddy was gay or bi, getting involved with your roommate was never the smartest thing. If he even wanted a relationship he had to look outside his room. He let out a small sigh, but then smiled. "Hey, good job brothering there. If I didn't think I'd fall over I would hug you again."
"Don't even think about trying it." And Tommy kicked the fabric bottom of Billy's camp chair, just for good measure.
Billy winced slightly at the kick to his butt through the chair, but grinned. "Stooooop. You'll love me eventually, just let it happen."
Tommy sauntered back toward the party, a smirk on his lips trying desperately to become a smile. He started to tuck his shirt in, then gave up and let it hang part in and part out of his waistband. Tamara had already headed off her own way, just like she should, and for the first time in a long while, Tommy was actually feeling pretty damn good.
Billy felt weird.
Everything was starting to feel kind of like a blur, like he was on one of those really fast spinning rides at the faire only it was going slow. He thought about calling it quits after hanging with Jeanne-Marie, god she was nice, but when he saw a familiar flash of white he immediately stumbled his way towards his brother. "Tommmmmyyyy!"
He leaned a little heavily on the other smiling into his brother's shoulder. "Where were you-I could not- nope."
“What the hell?” Tommy could have moved fast enough to get out of Billy’s way, let him crash to the ground instead of dive-bombing into Tommy’s shoulder, but he was feeling just altruistic enough to not let the dipshit faceplant. He cuffed Billy on the back of the head instead, and let him stick there like the limpet he was. “You’re going to feel like shit tomorrow, just so you know.”
"OH ho ho! I am aware." He muttered into Tommy's shoulder, picking his head up just enough so he could lay his head on his brother's shoulder and get a very good view of those dark marks on Tommy's neck.
"Did you burn your-" Billy lifted his head and stared at them harder. "Oh my god! You have hickeys! Did you make out with a lamprey?!"
“No. A dragon.” Tommy grinned and shoved him in the chest, mostly gently. “Get off me.”
Billy stepped back when he was shoved, still gaping at the bruises on Tommy's neck. "A dragon? Why are you making out with lizards? That's can't be healthy."
Tommy rolled his eyes. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. I was with Tamara. Dragon wings, micro-mini skirt, doesn’t wear a bra?” You know, the vital statistics.
"Tamara?" Billy frowned at the name and the description, not really able to put a face to the name and shook his head. "I don't- I don't know her."
He stared at the mark again. "Do they hurt?"
Was Billy for real? Tommy tried to decide, then figured – eh. Weighing the odds of Billy somehow keeping a straight face while teasing him, while he was that wasted – versus the chance that Billy had never actually made out with anyone in his life – the answer was pretty obvious. “No, they don’t hurt. They’re hickies. If you’d hung out with girls other than Kitty tonight, you might have had the chance to find out for yourself.” But probably not.
"First off, Kitty is fantastic to hang out with, second of all, I hung out with Yana and Jeanne-Marie too." Billy sniffed a little and tugged at his shirt, the juice he had spilled there was starting to get a little sticky. Then he realized what exactly Tommy was getting at and frowned. "Third, no thanks!"
He refused to tell Tommy about actually having his first kiss with Jeanne-Marie.
Billy’d been hanging out with Illyana? That was news, and something that he should have known. Tommy frowned, a little wary, but there was absolutely no point in bringing it up with Billy now – dude wasn’t going to remember word one of this conversation tomorrow, guaranteed. “Suit yourself,” Tommy shrugged. “But you’re going to be kicking yourself later for your missed opportunities.”
Billy shook his head at Tommy's words, then got a little dizzy so he grabbed onto Tommy's arm for balance. "No. No. I don't think you get it. I don't want ever want to make out with them.... or girls in general. Do you catch what I'm throwing here?"
Billy thought he might puke in the grass, but nope just a hiccup.
"Don't you dare hurl on my shoes." Tommy stepped aside in reflex, but nothing happened. That did give him a chance to process Billy's comment, and - yeah, because he'd been distracted, but who could blame him? - notice the rainbow belt for the first time. Not like it was obvious in the dark, or like Billy had said anything before, so how was he supposed to have known? "And yeah, I get it. Good. I'm back to not having any competition that way," he added, with a flash of a grin.
He hadn't really thought it would be a big deal if Tommy had accepted him or not, seeing as they weren't exactly really brothers, but something about Tommy's easy acceptance made something in Billy's chest ease up. Billy gave his brother a large happy smile before he wrapped his arms around the others neck and hugged him tightly.
"Thank you...!" He gushed against Tommy's cheek and held on.
"Oh, for-" Tommy groaned, but he didn't push Billy away this time. As dumb as it was, the sloppy, drunk affection felt kind of... good? He made sure that he had an aggrieved look on his face, mind you, and if anyone brought it up later he could blame the entire thing on Billy being too shitfaced to stand. "Dork," he muttered under his breath.
Billy smiled at the soft insult and hugged him a little longer before slowly pulling away and grinning like an idiot at his twin. "You let me hug you...you slowly getting used to this whole brother thing? Cause-a-Imma going warn you, I might hug you more in the future."
Billy hummed to himself for a moment. "You're a good brother."
Then promptly turned and vomited into the grass.
"The nice thing about this is," Tommy said conversationally, "you won't remember saying that, and no-one would believe you if you did." He sighed, zipped to the cooler, and came back with water (and just water) before Billy finished his technicolor yawn on the lawn. "Here. Rinse your mouth out, especially if you plan on breathing near me ever again."
Billy coughed, spitting a little as the last dregs of vomit trickled out and he stomach stopped that awful rolling and heaving. He took a few deep breaths through his mouth before standing back up straight with a loud sniff and taking the water bottle from Tommy.
"Thank you..." he croaked, his voice wrecked as he cracked the seal and took a few steadying sips. "And I'll remember...I think."
"Sure, you will, dude." Tommy watched him for an interminable moment. until he was pretty convinced Billy wasn't actually going to die on the spot. "Come on." He prodded Billy lightly between the shoulder blades. "Can you move without hurling? You need to sit and wait this off before you embarrass either of us again."
Billy nodded and followed Tommy's light guiding to one of the chairs that had been set up around the party. He took a deep breath, happy that his stomach seemed to have settled after emptying it, but his head now felt very light.
"Did you have fun at the party?" He slurred a little, taking another sip of water.
"Mm-hmm," Tommy answered, scanning the crowd. Where was Pyro? He'd lost track of the guy somewhere in the middle of everything. Not spotting him right off the bat, he turned his attention back to his idiot younger brother. Twins or clones or whatever, it was blindingly obvious that Tommy was older. Wiser.
"That's what parties are for. I'm guessing you don't get out much."
"Is it that obvious?" He groaned placing his head in his hand, trying to let the dizzy feeling pass before picking his head back up to look at Tommy. "My first party was a kind of success, I think."
Except for that awkward moment with Teddy and he really shouldn't be thinking about the right now. Billy sighed and let his head flop a little painfully back against the chair with a cringe.
"Kind of and you think? That's setting the bar low." Tommy flopped down on the ground beside the chair. "If you're going to yarf again, do it that way." He pointed in the opposite direction.
"I won't." Billy said a little defensively, but made sure to know just in case. "And what do you mean? What kind of parties have you been to?"
He tried to picture Tommy in a rave, zooming around and doing crazy things with like glow sticks, body paint and drugs, but no there was no way they were that different.
"I meant you, dumbbutt. You race around here like Xavier's is the closest you've ever been to heaven, but now we're into 'kind of' and maybe okay. What knocked you on your ass?"
Billy frowned, now able to follow what exactly Tommy was saying and he shook his head, trying to dismiss Tommy's question. "No...no. It was fun. I had fun."
He did have fun! He danced with a lot of fun people, had his first kiss (albeit with a girl), drank for the first time and everything. There was absolutely no reason to let that one tiny thing bug him right now, but it was hard when the buzz was slowly fading only to be replaced with exhaustion. "Just something stupid, it's not a big deal."
He almost wanted to ask if he could sleep in Tommy's room tonight, but Inuyasha was there so no.
Tommy narrowed his eyes. "Pyro didn't fuck with you, did he?" If he had, then Fatale could go piss up a rope with her 'bring me pizza' bullshit.
"Who?" His mind vaguely supplied him with the information that had been the name of Yana's date. "Oh. No, nothing like that. I don't even think I met him at all tonight. It's just something stupid with my roommate."
Tommy settled back, the answer a lot more boring than he'd been worried about. (No, scratch that. He hadn't been worried about Billy, just ... justifiably concerned about a disruptive outsider at the school.) "Wanna trade?" he snorted. "You can take Yasha off my hands any day."
Billy groaned loudly at that, not sure what was the worse of those two options. Inuyasha was mean, belligerent and the would probably end up killing each other, but being in a room with Teddy right now made killing each other sound kind of preferable. "No. No, thank you. Maybe I could trade Inuyasha for you."
But he wouldn't do that to Teddy.
Tommy waited, but Billy didn't keep talking. "Okay, fine," he sighed. "I'll bite. Just don't take this as evidence that I actually care. What did the meathead do?"
"Nothing! It's just me being weird! I asked him to dance and he kind very obviously rejected me, while trying to act like he had plans!" Billy flushed, saying it out loud made it sound so much more embarrassing and stupid, rubbing at his sore eyes in frustration.
"It's stupid...but I just don't want to see him." He muttered pathetically.
"That's your type? Blond beefcake?" Tommy shook his head. "You can do better. And someone you don't have to share a room with after the inevitable crash and high-speed burn. Lesson one, little brother - don't shit where you eat."
Billy cringed a little at Tommy's phrasing, but nodded. "Yeah, I mean you're right. Also, doesn't help that I think he's very straight, so there is that."
Tommy was right. Even if Teddy was gay or bi, getting involved with your roommate was never the smartest thing. If he even wanted a relationship he had to look outside his room. He let out a small sigh, but then smiled. "Hey, good job brothering there. If I didn't think I'd fall over I would hug you again."
"Don't even think about trying it." And Tommy kicked the fabric bottom of Billy's camp chair, just for good measure.
Billy winced slightly at the kick to his butt through the chair, but grinned. "Stooooop. You'll love me eventually, just let it happen."
