allthelifethereis | (no subject)

Bill's having a pretty trying day, to be honest. He'd freaked out, a little bit, when he woke up, and Neil had helped him to calm down, made him take deep breaths and drink a coffee and remember that it wasn't going to last forever. He'd taken a shower which had been...interesting, and then he'd put on clothes that more or less fit and he'd gone to work. His students, weirdly, had taken it in stride -- the Darrow born ones didn't even notice that there was anything amiss and the transplants, like him? Well they were used to weird shit, weren't they?

It's close to dinner time before he's letting himself back into the townhouse, shrugging out of his coat and dropping his keys on the table next to the door.

"I fucking hate this," he announces to the house as a whole. "I feel like my whole centre of balance is wrong."

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"It's the tits," I said, grinning crookedly at him from the kitchen doorway. I'd spent the last ten minutes cutting up vegetables for a stir-fry, which was about as fancy as my cooking ever got. I'd come a long way from canned ravioli and bologna sandwiches, but it still seemed fucking crazy, that I was home pulling together dinner for my fucking boyfriend and whichever of his misfit kids decided to come over to eat.

Him waking up as a woman that morning somehow wasn't the strangest thing about all of it.

"Get any catcalls in class?"

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"Actually, no," says Bill, shrugging out of his scarf and coat. Underneath, he's wearing jeans that are a little bit tighter on his ass than normal, one of his own t-shirts and a sweater. He pushes his hair back through hair that's still short, but not quite as short as it usually is, still streaked with grey through the front. "It's like they didn't even notice."

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"That's... fucking creepy," I decided with a grimace, even if it wasn't unexpected. People in Darrow, especially the ones from Darrow, were just weird.

"It's kinda hard to ignore," I admitted, hiding a smirk that was almost a little sheepish.

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"Yeah, it was a bit," says Bill. He pauses to take off his boots and then walks up behind Neil at the stove, wrapping both arms around his middle and leaning his chin on Neil's shoulder. They haven't talked, exactly, about what this means for them physically (Bill's pretty sure they're solid emotionally), but, right then, he just needs something.

"At least we know from experience that it doesn't last."

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"Who knows. You might start to like it," I said, resting one arm over the top of his, while my other hand moved back to rest against his hip. He was about the same height as usual, maybe an inch or two shorter, but the shape of him was undeniably different.

"You okay?"

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"So far, I'm not enthusiastic," he says, and a smile does tug at the corner of his mouth, at the way Neil touches him, the way he tugs him closer. It feels weird, pressed together like this; he's entirely too aware of the way his tits feel against the warm width of Neil's back. "I guess...I just..." He frowns. "I don't know what this means for us."

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Setting my knife down and turning to face him, I frowned back, one hand resting against the side of his neck, the other finding its way back to his hip.

"I dunno, man. It can be sorta fun," I said, speaking from personal experience. It had freaked me out the first time, but by the third, I'd definitely learned to enjoy it.

"I don't even know how the fuck to unpack that. You think we need to cool it off for a week because you've got tits? This isn't the first time this has happened to somebody I was with."

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Neil stays close, the touch stays intimate, and Bill feels his shoulders relax slightly. He's a little shorter like this and he leans in closer. "We definitely had fun when it happened to you," he says. "But...I guess...I don't know..." His lips purse. "I wasn't sure if you'd want me like this. I don't...Really know about you and women."

He might not feel like a woman, but he definitely looks like one.

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"If it wasn't you? I can't say I'd be interested. But like I said, man, I've been with women. Or, a man temporarily in a woman's body. I'm not like, grossed out, if that's what you're worried about."

I backed him slowly into the island counter, a thumb slipping beneath the hem of his shirt.

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allthelifethereis

Something like relief floods through Bill's body. Academically, he knows that this will only last a few days -- a week at most -- but he'd been dreading the thought of a week where Neil didn't really want to touch him. He's reassured by the way Neil crowds into his space, slow but detirmined, nudging his hips back against the marble edge of the counter. The pad of Neil's thumb against his bare skin sends an electric shiver right down between his thighs.

"That...was kind of what I was worried about," he admits.

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"I love you, you dumbass," I said, slipping my hand higher under the hem of his shirt, my fingertips grazing the underside of his ribs.

"We had fun when I was like this, right? Seems only fair to return the favor."

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"I love you too," says Bill, smiling now, his hips shifting against Neil's when he feels the light brush of Neil's fingers against sensitive skin. He's not wearing a bra, and his breath catches at the friction of his shirt against his nipples when he breathes.

"Oh, definitely," he says. "Gotta keep that playing field even, right?"

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Grinning against the corner of his mouth, I shifted my hand to palm the swell of his breast, amused by the novelty of it more than anything. I brushed a thumb over his nipple, because I'd liked it when he'd done the same thing, back when I was in his place.

"Think we got another hour or so on our own?" I asked, grateful at least that there wasn't a direct eye line from the front door to the kitchen.

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allthelifethereis

Neil's thumb grazes over his nipple and it's so sensitive like this that the moan that almost bubbles out of him takes him by surprise. His back arches slightly, pressing him closer.

"An hour?" says Bill, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You got big plans for me, MccCormick?"

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"Ten minutes, then, if you're gonna be fuckin' smart about it," I admonished playfully, grinning against the back of his neck as I pinched the bud of his nipple, rolling it gently between my thumb and forefinger. My other hand dipped lower, the heel of my palm pressed between his legs over the heavy fabric of his jeans.

The lack of dick was still a little disorienting, but it wasn't enough to make me shy away.

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Bill groans softly, squirming his hips between Neil's hand and the cradle of his hips, his head tipping back against Neil's shoulder. He lifts one hand, pushing his fingers into Neil's hair and tugging, lightly.

"I'll be good," he says.

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"You think so?" I murmured, flicking open the button on his fly and slipping my hand down the front of his jeans and the elastic of his underwear.

I wasn't exactly as skilled at this as I was with a cock, but I remembered what I liked when I was like this. My fingers were gentle, sliding along the folds of his cunt to find the tight nub of his clit.

My cock pressed against the small of his back, twitching with interest, and I let out a low rumble of laughter against the back of his neck.

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allthelifethereis

"Suppose it depends what constitutes 'good'," says Bill, his voice softer, breathier, than it normally is. Neil presses a hand inside his underwear and Bill's hips jolt, even though Neil deliberately keeps the touch gentle. He can feel that Neil's getting hardd, pressed again him, and he smiles when he feels his boyfriend laugh.

"What?"

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"Nothin'," I murmured, circling his clit with the pad of my finger, gently at first and then with more pressure when his hips rolled to seek out more friction.

Shifting my hand a little lower, I curled my fingers up into him, where he'd already started to get wet.

"What do you want first?" I asked, grinning as I leaned over his shoulder to press a kiss against his jaw.

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allthelifethereis

"I don't know." Neil touches him, and Bill rocks his hips. Being turned on like this, being wet, makes it hard to focus on a coherent thought past the persistent ache betrween his thighs.

"I don't know," he says, tilting his head to give Neil more room for kisses. "I don't know whether I want you to fuck me or whether I want to get on my knees and blow you or whether I want you to make my come just like this." He laughs, breathless. "Whatever you want, man. I'm good for it."

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"You can suck me off later," I promised with a grin, letting him grind against the heel of my palm while I hook my fingers as deeply into him as I could at that angle, letting him mostly find the angle that felt right.

My other hand was still curved over the soft swell of his tit, squeezing gently, thumb circling over the tightening nub of his nipple.

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"You can remind me of that, later," says Bill. He rocks his hips, fucking himself on the fingers that Neil has pressed inside him, arching his back to press into Neil's hand, the teasing touch against his nipple.

"Stop touching me like you're scared I'm going to break, man," he says, grinning, reaching back with one hand to squeeze Neil's hip.

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"Fuck, man, I thought I was just trying to make it good," I laughed, giving his nipple a pinch in retaliation while I shifted the focus of my touch back to his clit.

I bit playfully at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, slipping my hand out from under his shirt just to push his jeans and underwear down around his thighs. A few moments later, I had my own jeans open, waistband sagging low as I drew out my cock. Taking it in hand, I dragged the head along the crease of his ass and the slick folds of his cunt, teasing him just because I could.

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"You don't have to treat me like I'm made of China to make it good, man," says Bill, his hips jolting as Neil pinches at his nipple. The bite is good, too. He lets his head drop forward as Neil pushes his jeans and underwear down, and he shuffles his legs as wide apart as he can, weight caught on his elbows on the island.

"C'mon," he says, hips rocking when Neil rubs his cock against him. "Fuck me like you mean it."

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"You're such an asshole," I laughed, pushing the head of my dick into him, then gripping his hip and thrusting in deep, my hips pressed flush against his ass.

He was wet and warm, and not quite as tight as I was used to, his body accommodating me in a way that felt a little strange.

In retaliation to his goad, or maybe just for the extra leverage, I slipped my hand away from his clit, gripping his hips in both hands instead. I found a rhythm quickly enough, steady and hard because he'd fucking asked for it.