You Know Me but You Don't
Billy kept his head down, kicking a can to the curb on his walk home. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets, wanting to keep as inconspicuous as possible lest he attract attention and be forced to cause a scene.
With one hearty kick, his can went careening down his alleyway shortcut, damn close to exiting out the other end. Humming to himself, he made to walk briskly through, knowing that anyone could burst out the side doors of the adjacent buildings any second, have his nose at the business end of a barrel and demand who-knows-what of him, or accuse him of trespassing, loitering, casing or anything that would give them an excuse to rob him.
It'd be a poor idea on their part, but hindsight was twenty-twenty and he was in no mood to put up with anyone else's problems at the moment, let alone get shot, shivved or bruised for them.
He sighed, knowing his evening was only about to get worse when he registered a vague movement out of the corner of his eye, a sound of glasses clattering in a bag of trash letting him know that they were making their move.
"We don't want any trouble." The first of four said. Billy didn't bother looking back to him, he just raised his arms in faux surrender. "Just empty your pockets, nice and slow, onto the ground and you can be on your merry way." He sounded desperate, nervous. He lifted his gaze from the ground below to the pair flanking him from the front. They looked significantly meaner than the one behind sounded with their deep frowning brows, their noses that had been broken several times and their tattooed cheeks. He didn't recognise the insignia. He supposed it was some new gang that hoped to take the seat of power left by Silvana after he got shipped to Belle Reve.
Cautiously, Billy peered over his shoulder. His suspicions were correct, the speaker was leagues tinier than the brutes in front of him. He was young, maybe only seventeen, that may have been three years older than himself but he'd seen much more of the world than most people five times his age. If only the league could see that. Batman and Superman, or "BS" as he collectively called them privately, were the only ones who knew who Captain Marvel really was and as such treated him like a child. Even their own sidekicks got more action than him! Just thinking about it made him want to go to town on the unfortunate quartet surrounding him at that very moment.
The tattoo on the speaker's face was red, very red. It looked like it had only just been etched into him in the past couple of days and had since been badly treated. He frowned, knowing that this kid had probably been strong-armed into joining. One tactic he knew that gangs liked to use was taking over specific buildings, ones with more vulnerable tenants, and threatening to throw out anyone who didn't join their special little club. The veil separating the quality of life one could expect from homelessness and being a gang's low-ranking goon was thin, but it was there, and people tended to favour the one that allowed them a roof over their head.
"Sh—" The word was on the tip of his tongue, just another fraction of a second and lightning would have struck and his four would-be muggers would be out cold. But he didn't get that chance.
There was a high-pitched screeching, a blur of green and a yell. Billy's head snapped forward again. The pair of gruff goons that had flanked him were on the ground, out cold, a green gorilla looming over them, a massive hand holding each of them down. Then, the gorilla was gone and a viper was darting past Billy's head. When he looked around again the speaker was wrapped in its coils, the fourth and final mugger making a beeline for the street. It was caught by a green cheetah, its claws pinning him to the ground before a boy knocked him out with a single headbutt.
"Whoa." Billy said, awestruck as Beast Boy himself stood, dusting himself off as he looked around at his handiwork, sporting a grin as he did so. He spotted Billy at last, shooting him a different kind of grin, one accompanied by kinder eyes than the goons had been allowed.
"Hey," He said, his voice sending chills down Billy's spine. "you're not hurt, are you?" He asked, looking Billy up and down and circling around him.
"No." He said, his cheeks going pink at the attention. His heart was pumping a mile a minute, his palms went damp and his mouth went as dry as the Sahara. "I'm okay, you got them just in time." He smiled, knowing that if Beast Boy had been a second later, he would've found out his secret identity, a definite no-no in The Wizard Shazam's book.
"Tch, all in a day's work." Beast Boy boasted, fists on his hips and his chest puffed, standing barely a foot away from Billy.
"Yeah." Billy murmured, breathless. "Thanks!" He said, and by leaning forward and standing on the tips of his toes to reach, he planted a quick kiss on the teen hero's cheek, which flushed a much darker shade of green soon after.
Billy, realising what he'd just done, felt his ears go hot as he turned scarlet. He recoiled into himself, covering his face in an attempt to hide from the world, wishing the ground would split and swallow him whole.
"S-sorry!" He stuttered, stepping back. "I shouldn't have, have done…"
Hey, it's okay." Beast Boy said, raising his hands amiably. "It's cool, I don't discriminate over who gets a go." He said, winking at Billy, whose heart felt as if it skipped seven beats. "And hey, you're better than the girls who slobber all over me, you've got nice soft lips." He said, stepping forward and nudging Billy's shoulder.
He was beyond words, he was beyond anything other than a wide-eyed, red-faced stare as his heart tried to break free from his ribcage.
"Th-th-thanks." Billy wheezed, his mouth all but filled with sand.
"Hey, so uh, this place seems a bit…" Beast Boy started, looking around at the four unconscious would-be muggers.
"Down the crapper?" Billy suggested, finding his voice again.
"I was gonna say "in need of a Whole Foods" but yeah, that." He chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. "But yeah, how about I walk you home, just to be safe." He asked with a warm smile, holding a hand out.
Billy's heart began to thump like a rabbit's foot again. Here was Beast Boy, one of the coolest, most beloved young heroes in the whole world, looking at him, Billy Batson, not Captain Marvel, but him. He didn't get to know his colleagues in the Justice League very much, at least not outside of work, not outside what was necessary for them to work as a cohesive unit when necessary. Batman and Superman held him at arm's length and the rest seemed to be put off by him more than anything else, or at the very least annoyed by him.
"Sure." He said, taking Beast Boy's hand and following him out of the alley.
"I'm Beast Boy, by the way, in case it wasn't obvious." Beast Boy smirked, pulling Billy to stand beside him as they walked. As he did, he tapped the chest of his white and red spandex suit, turning it to an inconspicuous black, the arms and legs extending to cover his hands and feet and a hood appearing out of the back of the neck.
"Billy, Billy Batson." He responded, watching as the other teen's dark green hair got obscured by the hood.
"Ha, always nice to meet another BB." Beast Boy said, looking the street up and down before linking his arm with Billy's and pulling him out of the alleyway. "I'm kinda gonna need you to drive." He said, winking again.
"Oh, yeah, course." Billy said, able to feel how warm Beast Boy was. Being near him was like sitting in front of a campfire, under a blanket with a cup of hot chocolate in hand. "It's not far."
"That's good, I'm sure your parents will be glad to have you in before it gets too dark." Beast Boy said, peering over his shoulder every now and then before looking to his phone and tapping at it quickly before pocketing it again.
"I live alone." Billy said blankly, looking at the grey pavement. He felt Beast Boy stiffen but only for an instant.
"Sorry." He said after a moment of palpable silence.
"Don't worry about it!" Billy said, masking a grimace with a grin and nudging the other teen in the ribs. "My place is just up here." He said, pointing at a shabby red-bricked building that looked like a stiff breeze would demolish it. "Home sweet home." He said, more to himself than Beast Boy. He knew he should be grateful to even have a roof in a place like this, but still, it would've been nice to have things like air conditioning and insulation.
"Ah, it seems…" Beast Boy started, obviously not wanting to offend but also not lie at the same time.
"It's a shithole." Billy sighed, pushing the door in. "No need to try and glorify it. Still," He looked up wistfully, a tiny small cracking his lips. "it's home, and it has electricity and plumbing."
"That's good." Beast Boy said with a smile. Billy could see through it though, there was pity in Beast Boy's eyes, and why shouldn't there be? He was an orphan in a slum, was there a more pitiable creature? Hell, that wasn't nearly as bad as the fact that he was a member of the Justice League of America and he went to bed with an empty stomach more often than not, a starving superhero. How pathetic was that?
They stood on either side of the threshold, both waiting for the other to say something meaningful to end their meeting. Before either of them could, Beast Boy's phone buzzed in his back pocket. He opened it, rolled his eyes and pocketed it again.
"Work?" Billy asked, knowing full well that a hero's work was never really done.
"Nah, just some prissy little party a few friends are at. I'm oh so humbly expected to make an appearance." He said mockingly, donning a faux-posh accent with a light bow. "Believe me I'd rather be anywhere else." He sighed, almost exasperated. "Too much ego, not enough floorspace." He raised his eyebrows as if Billy knew exactly what he meant. Truth be told, he didn't. His invitation to such things tended to get lost in transmission unless it was addressed to the "The Justice League of America" and he happened to be present to hear about it.
"Well, my place is free if you wanna come up." He offered, a pink tinge dusting his cheeks. "It'd just be me, you and Bonaparte."
"Who's Bonaparte?" Beast Boy asked through a restrained guffaw.
"The rat who lives in the walls." Billy admitted, rubbing the back of his head. "Don't worry, he's friendly, so long as I sacrifice a few peanuts to him every now and then."
Beast Boy chuckled, looking down at his vibrating phone, alight with new notifications. Billy wondered if that was Robin, the boy wonder himself, or maybe Starfire, the heroine charted to one day give Wonder Woman a run for her money. The former probably knew who he was too given that his mentor did, another person to know the secret that was meant to be his and his alone.
"You know what, yeah, let's go up to your place." Beast Boy exclaimed, dismissing the notifications and shoving his phone into his back pocket as he stormed across the threshold.
"I, I was just kidding, if you have something actually important to be doing then don't—"
Beast Boy sneered. "Important? Please, this party is just an excuse for stuck-up pricks in three-piece suits and bedazzled gown who wear a hundred people's annual salaries worth of rocks to throw their wads of cash around in front of the supers." He threw his arms up, stormed forward and took Billy's hand and made to walk up the stairs. "You should probably lead…again." He said, stepping back.
"Probably." Billy chuckled, keeping hold of his hand.
"I just don't know what the League is thinking, asking us to cosy up to the likes of them." He sighed, tightening his hold on Billy's hand. "There are so many better things we could be doing with our time." Billy thought he sounded sad, frustrated, like he had no control over his life, his job, his passion. He knew what it was like to want to help people, he felt the urge every time he walked outside his front door. But he couldn't just become Captain Marvel every time he saw any little thing that needed fixing. There were rules, regulations. Consequences.
"Have you tried talking to them? I mean, Batman doesn't strike me as the type to listen to kids, but maybe Superman, Wonder Woman or Captain Marvel would listen." He suggested, hoping that Beast Boy couldn't tell when someone told half-truths with some super-animal sense.
"I've thought about it." Beast Boy admitted, letting go of Billy's hand when he went to fish his key out of his pocket. "But it's hard enough to be taken seriously by my own team as is, I'm the funny guy, the diva, the vegetarian. If I try give them a power-point presentation about the benefits of micromanaging crime they'll just brush it off as another of my "goofy escapades"." He gave a deep sigh. Billy couldn't help but relate all too intimately with the green teen. His situation was mirrored exactly with the League.
"It must suck." Billy said, unlocking his door. He felt a pang of shame in his chest. He was a member of the League, and while his business with the Teen Titans began and ended with his association with their mentors, he still felt that he at least should've worked as a go-between for them. After all, he was technically more suited to their line-up than his current one. "Makes you feel…second-rate."
"Exactly!" Beast Boy said, closing Billy's door behind him. "You get me, Billy." He smiled, flashing his sharp canines. Billy gulped, feeling hot behind the ears.
Beast Boy looked around and while he would never say it out loud, it was a shabby place indeed. The whole place was pretty much the room there were in now. There was a doorless bathroom to his right, a kitchenette beyond that and a radiator to his left. The living room slash bedroom consisted of a mattress pushed into the far left corner with a blanket and pillow on it situated across from an ancient crate of a T.V.
"Home sweet home, I guess." Billy sighed, tossing his jacket at the foot of the mattress.
"Sweet pad, dude." Beast Boy exclaimed, throwing himself onto the mattress, morphing into a cat halfway down and landing with a soft thud, turning human again with a French girl pose.
"It's certainly a fixer-upper." Billy said with faux optimism, kicking off his shoes and sauntering into the kitchen. "Peanuts are vegetarian, right?" He asked, opening one of the few cupboards that didn't have the door hanging off its hinges.
"If not then I've had many ideologically incorrect theatre-goings." He responded, taking a few out of the offered bag.
They sat in silence for a moment, Beast Boy on the mattress, Billy leaning against the sink.
"I have to ask," The child-hero said, plopping himself at the foot of the mattress cross-legged. "what are the rest of the titans like? Are they all as cool as they seem?"
Beast Boy nearly choked on a nut that already went halfway down his throat. He burst out into a fit of coughing laughs, pounding on his chest with his fist.
"C-cool?" He asked, bearing a broad grin with watering eyes. "Fat chance." He lay back on the mattress, hands behind his head.
"Really? That's disappointing." Billy sighed, lying back, resting his head on Beast Boy's legs. "Never meet your heroes, I guess." He shrugged, turning on his side to look straight up at Beast Boy.
"Well, they're not all bad…" Beast Boy trailed off, a pang of guilt stabbing his chest at the thought of spoiling this impoverished boy's view of his heroes. "Robin's a hard-ass but he's…like our rock, he keeps us where we need to be. Star is like the glue, she makes us smile and laugh, a textbook people pleaser but strong and fearless. Raven's…hard to read. You can't really tell if she likes you until you're facing death together and if she's feeling like it she might give you a hand." He chuckled. He sat up, making sure not to shift his legs. "But really, she's great, she'll be there physically when you need her, but emotionally, she's in a different universe. And Speedy, well, he's definitely more in the Robin camp of heroics, but without the baggage of being Batman's sidekick. And Kid Flash, well, he's like my best friend, he knows how to make and take a joke." He looked wistfully into Billy's deep blue eyes, seeing something vaguely familiar that he couldn't for the life of him place.
"Hope I haven't humanised the almighty for you too much." Beast Boy said, leaning in closer.
"Nah, I kinda thought as much anyway. You guys give away your dynamics way more than the other guys. If you didn't see Bats and Sups just stop the apocalypse together then you wouldn't think that the two of 'em even knew each other let alone work together. Same with Batman, and well, everyone." Billy said, tugging at the spandex on Beast Boy's thigh.
The other teen let out a barely restrained guffaw, rattling the boy resting on his legs. "You're a funny guy, Billy, funny and cute." As he said that he brushed a lock of curls behind Billy's ear.
Billy flushed red, his mouth going bone-dry again as Beast Boy's fingers lingered behind his ear, caressing the outer shell. Tentatively, he brought his own hand up and placed it over Beast Boy's green one. He gulped and propped himself up with his free arm, bringing his and the other teen's faces closer until they were barely half a foot apart.
"You're pretty cute yourself." Billy whispered, intertwining his fingers with Beast Boy's, his heart pumping like a jackhammer in his chest. He could feel the other teen's breath on his lips and it sent all sorts of feelings throughout his entire body, from a tightening in his chest to a pulsing in his crotch, to a jittery anxiety bouncing around in the back of his mind that was telling him that he was mistaken, that he'd misread the signals and he was about to destroy whatever relationship he'd managed to forge between him and the other hero. He pushed that back, wanting more than anything else for it to be wrong. Even if it meant he lost his powers, lost his crappy apartment and the shambles of a life he'd cobbled together turned to dust underneath his fingers, it'd all be worth it if in this one instance he was right, that things would turn out the way he desperately wanted them to.
Each second felt like an hour to Billy. He was at a crossroads, his own divergence in the yellow road, only he'd never travelled down either. Both were blurry, uncertain, but one would for certain make everything up until now worth it. The sleepless nights ravaged by violence and not-too-distant gunshots, the distress from every direction, the endless suffering and nastiness that lined the streets outside his door, withstanding all of it would be worth it if only he ended up on the good road.
"I know." Beast Boy grinned, breaking Billy's suffocating wait and leaning in. Their lips brushed together, a light graze, barely a kiss, but it happened and now Billy was walking down the road he'd hoped he be on, the one that made his chest explode with a rainbow of feeling that almost brought tears to his eyes. He'd been so shocked by the other's action that he almost pulled away, half-expecting the world to fall apart around him.
He leaned in as well, feeling just how warm and soft Beast Boy's lips were. It was like pressing his lips against the softest silk you could imagine. He closed his eyes and let the feeling wash over him. He felt a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him in closer, deepening their connection. Billy tightened his hold on Beast Boy's hand, his chest heaving, his heart dancing, refusing to pull back no matter how much his lungs burned and gave out, he didn't want this to end. Who knew if he'd ever feel this way again if it stopped.
But eventually it had to stop. Beast Boy pulled away, gasping for breath, snapping Billy back to reality.
"Oh man," Beast Boy said through deep breaths. "that was…something." He finished, pulling his hands away from Billy and running them through his own green locks. "You good?" He asked, looking Billy in the eye again. He almost recoiled at the look he was getting back. Billy looked almost like a puppy, eyes wide and wet, mouth slightly agape, his whole body trembling like he was caught in a winter snap.
"I'm…" Billy started, unsure how to even begin to describe the helter-skelter of emotions running through his head and heart in that solitary second. Relief, joy, anxiety, hope, fear. Thoughts of what happened and what may be danced through his mind's eye, telling him vastly different stories about what the next five minutes would be like. "amazing." He choked, reaching his hands up to reach for Beast Boy again. The green hero was almost taken aback, but he just smiled and took Billy's shaking, clammy hands and squeezed them tight.
"Good." He whispered, touching their foreheads together. "I was worried I'd done something wrong." He placed a chaste kiss on Billy's lips, sending the younger teen back into that spiral of emotion that made him go weak in the knees.
"You couldn't." Billy whispered, pushing Beast Boy back and straddling his hips, his hands firmly clamped onto his shoulders. "I though you wouldn't want…with someone like, well, me." He said, looking anywhere but into Beast Boy's eyes, those eyes that understood him, that made him feel less alone, like there was a chance he could have what the others had. A real comrade, a partner, someone he knew would be there for him and he could be there for.
"Hey, there's nothing wrong with "someone like you", whatever you mean by that." He said, rubbing the tip of his nose against Billy's as he snaked his arms around his waist. "I've known you for, what, a half hour? And you're already in my top three favourite people. And that's against some stiff competition." He stated matter-of-factly, bumping their heads together.
Billy couldn't help but crack a smile, a bubble of laughter swelling in his chest, pushing all those nasty feelings away. He wanted to tell Beast Boy to go, that he himself wasn't worth anything more than this shitty apartment, the crumbling building it was in or the whoreson city that it was built in. But any and all of those thoughts scurried in fear when Beast Boy pinched his chin and forced him to look him in the eye. There was nothing but unrelenting optimism glaring into his soul, almost warning him against saying one more deprecating thing.
"Come on, you've already smiled, now you hafta laugh for me." Beast Boy said, running his tricky fingers up and down Billy's sides, forcing a volley of laughs from his throat.
"S-stop!" Billy begged, trying to push away but Beast Boy held him tight, trapping him in a hug and pulling him down onto the mattress. He giggled out the rest of the tickling as Beast Boy's phantom fingers disappeared and then it was just the two of them in silence again. It was nicer this time though, more comfortable, and not just because he was laying on Beast Boy's warm chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breaths and the thump-thump of his animal heart. It was peaceful.
"That was…" Billy started, unsure where the sentence was going to go when he started it.
"Amazing? Life changing? Spiritual? Exotic?" Beast Boy suggested.
"My first real…um," Billy said meekly, tracing a circle onto Beast Boy's chest.
"Oh." The green teen responded, his cheeks darkening. "Was I okay?" He asked, suddenly very self-conscious.
"You were amazing!" Billy exclaimed, pushing himself onto all fours over Beast Boy, hovering over him, their faces inches apart. "It was better than anything I imagined."
It was Beast Boy's turn to feel his ears go hot. "I must have magic lips or something cos people don't usually say that after only a kiss." He winked, his hands trailing down Billy's side, stopping briefly at his hips before curling around and groping his behind.
Billy squeaked, his body clenching, his face heating. He didn't have a chance to say anything about Beast Boy's handsy move before his lips were caught again and he was whisked away into the world of warmth again. He could feel his member strain in his jeans, fighting to get out. It wasn't helped when Beast Boy grinded their groins together, making him mewl and moan into the kiss, his fingers getting lost in the tangles of the older teen's green locks.
Eventually they needed air again, both boys grinning like mad men as they looked into each other's eyes.
"Are you okay with…that?" Beast Boy asked, glancing down to their nether regions for an instant.
"Y-yeah." Billy answered with a gulp. He never knew anything other than his own hand down there, he would barely know what to do with another boy's…you know. The life of a superhero left precious little time or energy for such experimentation.
"Would you like to do more?" Beast Boy asked, brushing Billy's curls behind his ears again. "Only if you want to." He added, not wanting to pressure someone who was, from his P.O.V., a fan into doing something he didn't want to.
"Yeah." Billy answered, quiet but resolute. "I would."
"Okay." Beast Boy nodded with a smile. With a gentle push, he egged Billy off of him and stood, a bit greener in the cheeks. "I can't really do anything with this on, and it's all kinda one piece, so..." He admitted, toeing the floor and averting his eyes. Letting out a deep breath, he tugged on the collar of his suit. It turned back to its original colours of red and white, the arms and legs retreated back into the torso and beyond, the spandex disappearing and shrinking into the collar. With a final tug the collar snapped off. He let it fall to the floor and rested his hands on his hips, a deep green tinge flaring across his cheeks, his half-hard member threatening to go full-mast.
Billy flushed crimson as Beast Boy's bare naked body came into view, his toned, lithe figure honed after years of heroics.
"Whoa." He breathed, his cock pulsing in its prison. "You're…"
"Dashing? Beautiful? Born with the complexion and body of a Greek God?" He suggested, flexing his arms and turning on the spot, letting Billy get a good look of all of him.
"All of the above." Billy whispered, both awed and nervous. "I guess it's my turn now." He said as he stood up, his jeans already unzipped.
"Let me." Beast Boy winked, placing his hands on the other boy's hips. "It's meant to be more…sensual. I think." He said, licking his dry lips.
"No fair." Billy pouted, raising his arms as Beast Boy lifted his white tee over his head. He was glad that being Captain Marvel granted him a boon in muscle definition so that he didn't look like a twig next to Beast Boy. "I didn't get to undress you."
"That's cos you wouldn't have known how." Beast Boy teased with a smarmy smirk, pushing Billy's jeans down just enough for his hard cock to easily tent his boxers. He snaked his hands down the back of Billy's underwear, running his hands over his warm, smooth cheeks, kneading and groping the soft flesh as his hard cock crossed with Billy's clothed one.
Billy closed his eyes and buried his face in Beast Boy's neck, his hands splayed on his firm chest. He bucked against the other teen's member, feeling a pulse jolt through him as a bead of white dripped from the head of his cock and stained his boxers.
"Beast!" He hissed, squirming and writhing under his touch, letting out a pitched squeak when Beast Boy pushed on his rear, trapping their members between their bodies and forcing them to slide against one another.
"Call me Gar." Beast Boy whispered in Billy's ear, pulling his hands out from the younger teen's underwear. He pushed them down, along with the jeans, down Billy's legs, getting on his knees so he was head to head with the other teen's member. He wrapped a green hand around it and gave it a couple of testing strokes.
Billy clapped his hands to his mouth. His knees knocked as drops of white poured from his cock with every slow stroke, dripping onto Gar's hand. "Gar…" He thought, not able to give another moment of thought to the name before its owner quickened the pace of his strokes. He clapped his hands onto Gar's shoulders for support. "Gar!" He moaned, his breath heaving. "I think I'm gonna—"
"Ha, you've seen nothing yet." Gar grinned and licked his lips. He ceased his strokes for an instant and brought his lips to kiss the tip of Billy's member. He wasted no time in sliding the cock into his mouth, bringing his hands up the back of Billy's legs to settle on his cheeks again, pushing them in time with the bobbing of his head, burying his nose in the thin bush of hair crowning the base of the other teen's shaft again and again. He could feel Billy trembling over him, moans and quick breaths spilling from his mouth as he pulled on Gar's hair. He couldn't help but find the lack of experience endearing.
It didn't even take half a minute of this for Billy to shoot his load into Gar's mouth, his whole body tensing as that coil in his gut snapped. He threw his head back with a moan when it happened, his eyes shut in ecstasy as he pulled hard on Gar's hair.
Despite having his mouth filled with Billy's cum, Gar continued to bob up and down, sucking and slurping and running his tongue up and down the wilting member, forcing Billy to ride the orgasm for as long as physically possible.
Finally, when Billy was soft again, he pulled off and swallowed the mouthful.
"You good?" He asked, looking up. He couldn't help but take pride in the state he put the boy in. Billy was heaving deep breaths, his forehead glistened with sweat and his legs threatened to give out from under him. He took the chance to glance up and down his body. He was thin, not sickly, but thin, yet despite that, he looked sturdy, like it'd take more than a few hits to knock him down.
"Yeah." Billy said between deep breaths, letting go of Gar's hair.
"Good, then down we go!" He said pushing Billy so he landed with an "oof" on his mattress. With effort he yanked the other boy's jeans and boxers off his legs, followed by his socks, leaving him just as naked as himself. "This look really suits you." He said with a wink, crawling on all fours over Billy, looming over him, knees between his spread legs and hands on either side of his head. He pressed their lips together again before Billy could reply, this time sneaking his tongue through his lips and into his mouth.
Billy closed his eyes and moaned into it, resting his hands on Gar's waist as their tongues explored one-another. He couldn't help but wonder if the taste was his semen or Gar's own. He didn't care either way. He pulled Gar closer and, taking advantage of his lowered guard, flipped him over so he was on his back and now he was looming over him.
"Feisty," Gar purred, raking his hands down Billy's back and cupping his cheeks again. "but last I checked, only one of us has cum so far."
"Yeah." Billy breathed, He looked down between their naked bodies and there stood Gar's member, thick, veiny and the darkest shade of green, crowned by a groomed bush of scraggly hair. He retreated, kneeling on the floor between Gar's spread legs, his cock standing tall, a trail of white leaking from the tip.
Red-faced, he tried to remember what Gar had done to him. He started with his hand, so he would too. His fist barely wrapped all the way around, and it was hot, hotter than he thought it would be. It felt odd to have another boy's cock in his hand, he'd only ever had the one reference before and he could hardly believe how different it felt.
"You okay?" Gar asked, placing his hand over Billy's. "…you don't have to if you don't wanna. Don't say "yes" just cos I'm a superhero."
"No!" Billy shouted, worry rooting in his chest. "I want to, I do, I just…don't really know what to do. I'd never even kissed another guy until earlier, so I didn't think I'd be doing this so soon." As he spoke, he gave Gar's cock a few experimental tugs, trying to imagine it was his own and how he would want to be touched.
"I get it, I get it. It's been a bit too fast. If you wanna go slower and wait 'til next time…" Gar suggested, biting his lip. He really didn't want the stroking to stop but he didn't want to pressure Billy into anything.
"No, I'll be fine, I just need a little something!" He said, determination in his eyes. He stood and streaked over to his cupboards, kneeling on the floor and reaching far back into one of the lower ones. Beast Boy couldn't help but watch his butt as he walked away. He'd felt it enough at this point but looking at it proved how cute and boyish it was. He dug his nails into his palms, resisting the urge to jack himself off there and then, the sight of Billy alone would be enough to do it.
He sniffed the air, a strong smell wafting through it. His brows furrowed. He recognised the scent but he couldn't quite place where from.
"What you got there?" He asked, stalking up behind the younger naked teen.
"Just this." Billy answered with a hoarse voice, a grimace on his face as he pounded his chest with his fist.
"Vodka?" Gar exclaimed, snatching the bottle from Billy's hand. It was just over half empty. "You're just a kid! Where'd you get this?"
"G-give it back!" Billy whined, his speech already starting to slur. "That's hic mine!" Gar held it out of his reach.
"Why would you drink this, it's crap!" Gar lectured, holding Billy's wrist and keeping him back.
"It's just to get rid of the nerves, it's not like I'm bl-blacking out!" Billy insisted, crossing his arms with a pout. Gar bit his lip, the childish display sending signals to his already hard-as-rock cock.
"Okay, okay." Gar relented, holding his hands up amiably. "Just to loosen the nerves. I get it." He replaced the drink into a higher cupboard. "They loose enough now?" He asked, not wanting to spoil the night they'd had already.
"Yeah!" Billy exclaimed, nodding enthusiastically. "I, I'm ready to, to…" He trailed off, going red in the face.
"Suck me off?" Gar suggested, moving in closer to Billy, placing a hand on his hip as he leaned in and placed a kiss on his lips.
"Yeah." Billy breathed when they parted, his own cock almost twitching to life again. "I'm ready." As soon as he said that, he got to his knees. He licked his lips, panting on the wet tip of Gar's member.
"That's a very flattering angle for you." Gar teased, threading his fingers through Billy's curls.
Billy blew a raspberry in response before looking back to his newest challenge as a hero. He licked his lips and brought them to the tip, wrapping them around it as Gar's grip on his hair tightened.
"Damn." He groaned through grit teeth, resisting the urge to buck his hips and slide his cock down Billy's throat.
Billy tried to imagine what he'd like to have done to him. In that vein, he brought a hand up to cup Gar's hairless balls. He fondled them, tugged them and stroked them as his lips went further and further down the thick, green shaft. It took more will than his tipsy brain thought it had to not gag as the bulbous tip slid against the back of his tongue.
"Billy!" Gar spat when the younger teen pulled back, his cock glistening with spit. Billy squeezed his lips tight around Gar's tip, rolling the foreskin back, causing him to hiss as his sensitive tip was exposed to the elements and then to Billy's tongue. "Dude, you've done this before, haven't you!" Gar accused, bucking his hips forward only a little.
"N-no!" Billy stuttered, growing flustered. He wrapped a fist around Gar's member and pumped it as he licked the cockhead and squeezed it with his lips. He began to slowly inch his way down the shaft again, able to take it a bit deeper than before. He closed his eyes in concentration, focusing only on going as deep as he could. Farther and farther back it slid, Gar making strangled noises above him, not stopping until he felt his nose be tickled by the green teen's bush.
Billy ran his hands up and down the back of Gar's legs, holding tight onto the back of his thighs as he pulled back, the leaking cock leaving a salty trail in its retreat. He didn't pull off when the tip was resting on his tongue, he instead went right back down, faster this time. Gar moaned over him and pulled on his hair. It hurt but he didn't let it slow him down.
Down and up, down and up. Billy focused on perfecting this rhythm, wanting to make the older teen above him explode in hot pleasure. He was helped by Gar pushing and pulling on his head, making him go faster and faster until taking the cock to the back of his throat felt like second nature, eventually letting the other hero take the reins and thrust as fast and as hard as he liked.
"Bill-Billy!" Gar let out a guttural moan, feeling his climax race towards him. "I'm, I'm about to—" His own body cut him off, a tight explosion ricocheting through his lower half as he shot hot, thick ropes down Billy's throat! Surprised by his own quickness, he pulled Billy off halfway through and shot the rest of his orgasm onto his face. "Shit, s-sorry." He panted, falling to sit on the floor as well, supported only by an arm behind him.
Billy swallowed with a shiver. He could feel a soreness in his throat now that it was all over and the rush of the situation was almost gone. He brought a hand to his nose to touch at the sticky messiness that Gar had left there.
Gar quickly looked around for something to clean Billy's face with, spotted a rag of a dishcloth and grabbed it.
"Sorry, I didn't know whether to let you swallow or pull out, so I kinda did both by mistake." He admitted with a blush.
"It's cool." Billy said with a hoarseness, wiping Gar's cum off his face. "How…how was I?" He asked, touching the tips of his fingers together.
"Amazing!" Gar exclaimed, clapping his hands onto Billy's shoulders. "The way you took it so far on your first try, like dude, that's hard to do! You're a natural!"
Billy blushed, not sure whether or not to be proud of that, but for the time being he was glad that he'd impressed Gar. He didn't know why, but he felt the sudden urge to bury his face into Gar's neck, so he did, and he quickly found that he didn't wanna leave it.
Gar wrapped his arms around Billy's smaller frame and leaned his head on his, not at all averse to a post-orgasm snuggle.
"Are you gonna go?" Billy asked, tracing a circle on Gar's stomach.
Gar frowned and looked to his phone resting on the floor next to his collar. It was silently alight with notifications, no doubt from the team telling him to show his face at that stuffy party. Problem was, he was quite happy where he was now.
"Nah, I'm good here." He said, pulling Billy off of him to place a light kiss on his lips. "Now, what channels do you get?" He asked, leading the other boy to the bed, happy to spend the rest of the night right there, so for the first time, Billy didn't fall asleep the loneliest superhero in the world.
