Billy leaned forward a little, watching as Teddy found a felt-tipped pen and began searching for a slip of paper. The napkins were all balled up and messy; the placemats were splattered with gravy. "Erm," Billy said, half afraid Teddy would change his mind.
"Here," Teddy finally said, turning toward him. He caught Billy's hand between his own and turned it over, palm-up, his fingers calloused and warm against Billy's smooth skin. He smelled like…like something amazing.
Oh, oh, wow, Billy thought dazedly, squeezing his knees together against the liquid rush of heat low in his belly; the glide of the pen against his palm was the most arousing thing he'd ever felt. The sight of Teddy's golden hair falling into his face made him want to do something incredibly stupid, like lean forward and kiss him, or throw his arms around his neck, or… Or something. Anything.
- Part 1 of Teenage Wasteland
What is it about you? Teddy thought. He looked away, then quickly back again. Billy wasn’t like anything or anyone he’d ever known. He wasn’t like anything or anyone he’d ever thought he wanted. He was…wholly new, unexpected. Baffling and oddly frightening. Teddy wet his lips, studying Billy’s sharp features. It wasn’t often he had the chance to do this—to just observe Billy without drawing the full weight of his attention.
His nose was a little too long. His ears were too big. He was the kind of skinny that other kids made fun of, all gangly limbs and extended trunk. His brown hair stuck up in untamed spikes, too chaotic to be deliberate. He was so pale his angular face almost glowed in the darkness of the planetarium.
His skin was a living canvas beneath undulating waves of light.
Or: Sequel to Teenage Wasteland.
- Part 2 of Teenage Wasteland
Teddy’s brows were knit together. He looked so adorably flustered, and he was Billy’s boyfriend. The word was like a key turning a locked door inside him, releasing years of frustrated yearning he'd bottled up as he'd watched people his age pair up, break it off, find pieces of themselves in someone else, and someone else, and…
God, he’d been so jealous. All these years, he’d wanted that too.
OR: Sequel to Teenage Wasteland and Space Oddity
- Part 3 of Teenage Wasteland