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[OTA] Ain't No Nida Like An Orange Nida Because An Orange Nida...

WHO: Nida
WHERE: Around the South Village, Forest Near South Village
WHEN: Feb 15-23
OPEN TO: Everyone on OTAs, some closed posts
WARNINGS: Make-out sessions. Impulsive Nida may lead to: mischief, breaking and entering

Is Here, There, and Everywhere [OTA, Forest Near South Village]

True to his word from the network post, Nida's waiting at the eastern edge of the woods on Saturday. He's actually there a bit early, with a nice pair of packs (one his waterproof one, the other one of the medical kits from storage at the inn), a bundle of wrapped up blankets, and box loaded with other materials. For all that the lesson was a spur of the moment thing he had proposed, it was still something he took seriously. Impulse may have driven this lesson in the wilderness, but that didn't mean he was anything but prepared. He shows up an hour early for his appointed time, waits until fifteen minutes after the scheduled time, and then leads whoever shows up into the woods. It's not too far from the village that he sets up, but as he guides them he explains simple tricks for staying aware of directions in the forest. And once he gets to the site he'd picked out for their task he stops people and goes right into instructor mode. Sure, there are irrelevant asides and anecdotes, but he's still doing the best he can.

While spending their saturday evening setting up he sets the people on various tasks. First he starts with how to find water in the wild, because it's the core of survival in the long term. Then it's on to starting your own fire out of various materials, right down to the not as effective but definitely important friction methods. And then, of course, the all important building a shelter lesson. Nor is he just standing back and letting people fail. As they work he hovers, happily providing tips, tricks, and even showing them specific knots or techniques to make everything more effective.

Because people aren't going to die from exposure out in the woods if he can help it.

Doesn't Understand Personal Space [OTA, Around the Southern Village]

Listen, when life gives you intangibility on top of experience as an infiltration operative, you damn well make lemonade. Or, well, anything else. There are places he hasn't been, things he hasn't seen, and right now, Nida intended to do that. Which meant the next several days ~~when he wasn't in the woods at least~~ was filled with what he would really like to call 'training exercises'. But really, it would be more honest to call it mischief. Throughout the time with his powers he spends time phasing in and out of houses, making full use of his intangibility for some fun. Kitchens in occupied houses get rearranged a bit, in bedrooms beds that are neatly made get rumpled and those that are messy get precise military corners on them, and once Nida even goes so far as to start a pot of soup on someone's stove.

It's easy to run into him at these times, because he's so focused on his mischief that he doesn't necessarily notice if someone is around, much less walking in on him doing his silly little fun. And there's always the chance that you can run into him, walking through a wall to leave a building or house. Because really, he's having too much fun to be careful.

Apparently, age will tell. Once, you know, the straight-laced, far too rigid nature of a SeeD is overridden by an impulsive nature.

Is In Your Bed, Grinning Wildly [Closed to Billy]

Was it weird that this was, maybe, the first thing he'd thought up once he'd realized he had the power to walk through walls? This, of course, was Nida stretched out on Billy's bed, smiling to himself as he drew small pictures of Billy in his travel notebook. The current one was absolutely a speculation of what Billy would look like shirtless, panting and leaning on a bo. Clearly it's supposed to be after a training session, but damn if it isn't a lovely little fantasy he's scratched out for himself on paper.

Getting in had been easy. Granted it would be easy even without this new power. Windows in this village were horribly insecure, especially in the crawl-spaces some of the houses had. But it's all so much easier when walls and barriers actually mean nothing. So, after he got talking on the network some, and put some things together, he'd finally gone after his impulse. Which was amazing, that he'd managed to resist this long.

Unfortunately, he's also been here for a whole five minutes with no sign of Billy. Come on, he put together this perfectly awesome way to surprise his friend and show Billy that he's doing better, but and Billy wasn't even around? This was the worst, waiting. He didn't really have the patience. Which, on some level, he knew was wrong. But he didn't care. What he cared about was how he was getting bored. Maybe he should go show Stark that he could follow through with that threat instead. No, he wouldn't be in his room either.

Ugh, this was getting boring.

[OOC: If you want a specific starter for Nida making a fool of himself in your house, just let me know. You're absolutely welcome to inflict some damage on him, provided it will be non-fatal. Guy deserves it atm.]

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If he's that bored, it's a good thing it's just a second later that there's footsteps sounding in the hall, and just a second after that a door opening to reveal one Billy Kaplan with an arm full of books. He pauses just like that, one hand on the doorknob and lips parted as he looks in surprise at the bed he'd expected to be empty, but it only takes him a moment to recover. Those lips curl into an irrepressible grin, and Billy steps the rest of the way into the room, closing the door behind him and moving around the bed towards the desk so he can set his books down. The observant--like Nida very much is--might notice that Billy looks a little different than usual. He moves with more confidence, doesn't seem to be thrown completely off by the sight of Nida in his bed. That could have something to do with the red band around his wrist that's visible as he lifts a hand to push his hair away from his face, directing the full force of that grin at Nida.

"Let me guess. Tommy wasn't home, either, so you decided to let yourself in and make yourself comfortable?"

He sounds more confident, too, almost teasing as he takes his coat off, tossing it over his chair before he braces his hands on the foot of the bed and leans in towards Nida, smile still on his face. It's great to see Nida, it always is, but today just feels...different.

It's a very forceful grin. Nida loves it, those eyes on him. That smile directed at him. Makes him feel good. Like restoring his outfit from that Young Adult Club meeting, having borrowed all the pieces again on the way home. Didn't want to smell like sex, so he'd gone and gotten the clothes, and a pair of jeans. Tight jeans. Look, he has great hips, and he knows it. Let him show that off to Billy.

"I mean, depends on what you mean by 'let myself in'," he says, holding up a wrist. Orange, see? You're not the only different one here. "Walls hold no meaning to my power."

Damn he looks good, leaning in like that. If he wasn't sort of focusing on his drawing, a quick erasing to fix the line of Billy's hair in the picture, he might lean up to kiss him.

"Your bed is insanely comfortable."

Oh, he's definitely noticed the clothes. If he wasn't so focused on whatever he's doing in that notebook, he might have spotted a pair of eyes very definitely appreciating Nida's outfit, and maybe especially those jeans. Nida has a very, very nice everything, and it's hard to ignore that when he's wearing clothes that accentuate it. Eventually, those eyes make their way to Nida's wrist, and he laughs, shaking his head. "We're all in trouble now, aren't we? If you can walk through walls, there's no stopping you." Not that there's anything at all in his tone that implies he wants Nida to stop. Not at all.

Leaning in just that little bit closer, Billy tries to get a look at what Nida's doing. It's a little tricky, trying to see around his hand and where his head's bent over the book, but it looks like he's drawing. "I know my bed's comfortable," he answers a little absently as he leans over another inch or so, tilting his head to try and see more clearly. "It's why I sleep there and not on the couch. What are you drawing?" It looks like a person. Is that...?

"I'm so completely unstoppable," Nida grins as he lowers the notebook. "I mean, it's so much easier to get into places now. It's a rush. There's no magic like this back home. Well, Sorceresses can do something like it, but by distorting the matter in what they want to pass through. Effectively temporarily turning a wall into a stable sort of water they can pass though."

Don't stop him, Billy, don't you dare stop him. And now he's grinning, because this question is one he's happy to field. He tucks the pencil behind his ear and offers the notebook over, once he's got the particular swooshiness of Billy's hair properly down.

"The most beautiful guy in town," he explains. "Turns out I'm good for more than drawing things as they are for reports. Who knew?"

"Tommy can do something like that," Billy says, reaching for the notebook and turning it towards him. "When he has his powers, I mean. He can vibrate so fast his molecules pass right through solid stuff. Doesn't always work, though. Sometimes there's explosions." The words are a little absent, though, as he finally takes in what he's seeing, and there's a rush of warmth through his chest as he takes it all in. Him. Nida's been drawing him, and he called him the most beautiful guy in town.

If he weren't coasting on this addictive feeling of confidence, he'd be turning as red as the band on his wrist. As it stands, though, he just looks at the art, then looks back up at Nida, smiling as he lifts his eyebrows. "Most beautiful guy in town, huh? You're setting a pretty high bar for me, you know," he says, flipping his hair out of his face, tone unmistakably flirtatious. "Guess I'll have to keep working out, live up to what you've drawn here. You're a great artist, but you're definitely way too generous with my abs." Although that also begs the question: what Nida's doing drawing him half-naked like that? He's half-tempted to ask.

Nida's a trained liar and thief, but this? Calling Billy beautiful? Hyne's truth. Anyone with eyes could see that. He looks at the smile Billy offers him and returns a grin. A flirtatious tone? That's new. They've definitely had not-actual-flirting before. But deliberate flirting is new for them both.

"If that's a high bar, you're the most talented high jumper I've ever seen, because you clear it so easily," he offers right back. "And if you need a personal trainer to make sure you get there, I'm happy to give you my hands and eyes to shape your body to where it is clearly meant to be."

Good thing his hand is occupied taking the notebook back. Otherwise he might touch said abs. It's a very narrow margin of choosing one over the other.

"I'm bored. Whatever else 'orange' is, it's definitely not great for my sense of patience. Entertain me."

Deliberate flirting is new, but honestly, he feels pretty new. Maybe it is just the color change messing with his brain chemistry--he'd definitely noticed a difference after the switch from violet back to his original hunter green--but honestly, this isn't a bad change. It doesn't feel all that different from what he'd felt like leaving Nida's house after that night with the curry: like anything is possible, like things aren't so terrible, like he's more than capable of handling anything the universe throws at him, even gorgeous boys sprawled on his bed calling him beautiful. He's not going to second-guess himself or this feeling. It isn't that he doesn't feel like Billy, because he does, just...a Billy who isn't embarrassed as easily, a Billy without shame or awkwardness.

A Billy who casually stands just out of easy reach after handing over that book and pulls his hoodie over his head, leaving him in one of those clingy black henleys he'd liberated from the storeroom for the winter, and if there's a brief glimpse of abs in the motion, it at least passes for unintentional, even if it wasn't. "Generous offer to make. Obviously I'm gonna take you up on it, you clearly know how to shape a body," he says, draping the hoodie over the desk chair along with his coat. "At least I know I'll be in good hands."

Moving back over to the side of the bed, Billy sits on the edge closest to Nida, not quite touching. He does still remember everything they've talked about, or not talked about, it just...seems silly to not be close, if that's what he wants to be. And he does. "You're demandy today. Entertain, you, huh? How am I supposed to do that?" He's not grinning quite as widely, but there's clearly still a smile lingering on his lips and in his eyes as he looks down at Nida.

Oh now that is a good look. Billy confident and poised, controlling himself in ways that Nida wishes he could see on him all the time. Worth seeing, because he's worth looking at. His eyes dance over Billy's body, gorgeous. And there he is, just out of reach. Like it's a challenge, and that gets him to smile. Smart, Billy, really smart.

"Well, you could just be in my very, very good hands," he teases.

And he sets the notebook aside, takes the pencil from behind his ear and tosses it aside as well, because reaching out. Reaches out to rest a hand on Billy's hip. Goes and maybe massages a very light circle against it.

"You could tell me stories. I keep hearing Tommy talk about these Young Avengers but you barely tell me anything. Do you were costumes? What do you look like in your costume?"

"Do you mean literally? Because..." Well, if Nida's going to break the embargo on touching, then Billy's definitely not going to argue, especially at the little thrill that runs through him at the feeling of Nida's hand on his hip. Lifting a hand of his own, he trails fingers over the back of Nida's, running them up his arm and then back down again, a light touch. Light, but he feels every inch of it, and his eyes follow his own fingers for a moment before looking back to Nida at the mention of stories.

"Really? Yeah, I guess you're right. I haven't talked much about them, have I? I mean, some, but not a lot. Is that what you want to hear about? My team, our costumes?"

“I really do, but when haven’t I wanted my hands on you?” Nida asks. He doesn’t shudder at the touch on his arm, mostly because so soon after seeing Bull, his body is definitely used to attention. Almost eager for it. Stupid thing.

But he does sit up, taking his hand from Billy’s hip to smile up at him.

“Why wouldn’t I want to know more about you, Billy? To hear how you save people. You’re a hero, right? Own it. Because it makes you even sexier than you already are.”

Billy doesn't flush at the words, but he does grin and shake his head. "I mean, I'm not complaining," he teases, enjoying the feeling, and he's just a little disappointed when Nida takes his hand away, sitting up. His own hand falls away, and he braces his hand next to him on the bed, rotating partway to face Nida a little more, one leg pulled up onto the bed.

The grin softens just a little, and he reaches up to push his hair out of his face. The words remind him of Teddy, just a little; I fell in love with a superhero, Billy, he'd said, and maybe another time those words would hurt. Another time, he'd think that Teddy had only ever been with him because he was Wiccan, and not because he was Billy Kaplan; another time, he'd start to second-guess this all over again. But he doesn't. Teddy left him, and Nida is here, wanting to know more, wanting to be with him even though he doesn't have his magic, even though he's basically a novice at everything that just comes naturally to him. There's no reason to second-guess anything. Because he's right. Billy is a hero, and it's part of him, and Nida...Nida wants to know all of him.

"Which part, the being a hero, or owning it? Because I mean, I guess I can manage the second part. It helps that I have a gorgeous guy sitting here in my bed telling me I'm sexy."

Wow, gorgeous, really? Well, Nida definitely flushes at that word choice. Sure, he knows he has a good body, but he tends to think what is marketable on him doesn't tend to reach that sort of word. Don't be so cute, Billy, or he will absolutely kiss you again. Mostly because he just wants to.

"Owning it. Being confident with who you are. Wanting to be better at what you already do. All of that is far sexier. I mean, if heroism alone was a mark of who was attractive, I'd have to look at Rinoa differently, and I'm not into women," Nida laughs. "Only you."

Too forward? Perhaps. And perhaps he doesn't care. Definitely doesn't care because he's shifting closer to Billy. Not quite close enough for their legs to touch, but definitely close enough that they could if they wanted to. Which he does. So you know what? Fuck it. He closes that last inch so that his knee rests right against Billy's leg.

"Or maybe you can just tell me how nice it is to have a 'gorgeous' guy in your bed, telling you things you already know."

Well, isn't this a reversal? Nida flushing, and for once, Billy isn't. Because it's all true. Nida is gorgeous, and it isn't just because of how fit he is. It's his smile, that intent look on his face he gets when he's focused, the way he looks at Billy like that. It's his voice late at night laughing at one of Billy's dumb jokes. It's really hard to resist lifting a hand to Nida's cheek, or even leaning forward to kiss it, but Billy manages, just tilting his head to one side and watching, expression warm.

"Only me, huh? I'm glad," he says, and despite the teasing tone he means it. "I mean, Rinoa would be some pretty tough competition. So would a lot of the guys here. But you know, I think I do feel pretty confident in my chances. After all, you're here, right?" Nida's knee rests against Billy's leg, and he presses back subtly, enjoying the pressure. It's just a perfectly natural next step for Billy to shift his arm, bracing it on the other side of Nida's knees, keeping him where he is.

"Maybe I will tell you that. You know, you're really cute when you blush. I don't think I've ever seen you do that before." The words are bold, but he refuses to feel bad about them, and he's definitely not going to be embarrassed.

"I'm here," Nida agrees. It hadn't been his first stop. And yeah, there was a bit of shame and confusion over how all of that had played out. But in the end, it had been a stop specifically meant as that. One stop on the way here, to Billy's room. "Where else would I go but where I belong?"

Was that forward? Does he care? Yes and no respectively. Especially with how Billy is looking at him. Guy doesn't even know how amazingly intense his own gaze is, and right now it feels more that than it has before. Add in those words and how they make him blush just a bit harder...

Well, Nida doesn't know what's gotten into him and he doesn't really care because this is good. Why was he being so stupid earlier. They could do this, right? They could mix this easy affection and fondness with their friendship. It wouldn't be hard. In fat, he could definitely just lean in and kiss Billy, right now. He could.

He does. Leans in, a hand going first to curl around the line of Billy's jaw to turn him into position for Nida to press their lips together. It's a bit firmer than the first time, but it's still short. Frightfully so. But he doesn't pull back as much when it's done. No, he presses their foreheads together and smiles.

"I shouldn't have done that, right?" he chuckles, but the color is still high in his cheeks, his heart is still racing, and he'd probably do it again with little encouragement.

Being here was a bad idea, and it seemed he definitely made it worse. Oh well. Got to own the good and the bad, right?

Where he belongs. Billy likes the sound of that. And yeah, maybe there's a touch of worry at how much he likes it, but it's not entirely bad, is it? He likes Nida. A lot. And to know that Nida feels the same way, like this isn't just one-sided, like they're both feeling like this...it's not at all a bad thing. They can do this. They make the rules, and there's no reason why they can't be friends working towards something more.

His heartbeat picks up speed as Nida shifts and leans in, and Billy's happy to follow the lead of that hand on his jaw, leaning in to meet Nida halfway. That was the point of all of this waiting, wasn't it? To be sure, to know he could meet him halfway? He feels sure of that now, and equally sure that this is what he wants, and just as sure that that kiss is far too short, even as he rests his head against Nida's, smiling. Billy lifts a hand, finally brushing soft fingers over Nida's cheek, tracing the line of his jaw. Maybe he should agree. Is a month really enough time to figure that sort of thing out? But it hasn't just been a month, has it? It's been four, and he knows what he wants.

He should say no. But why should he? "I think you should do it again," he finds himself saying instead, voice quiet but very, very definitely sure.

What? Oh dear. That's definitely what he's wanted to hear. So bad, for so long. He just wants this chance, to prove himself. How had he even managed to get this permission?

You know what, he didn't care to argue. So he leans in again, his hand sliding back into Billy's hair as he leans in to kiss him again. Just as firm, but a bit longer. Be proud of him, he isn't just about crawling into Billy's lap at this point. It's close.

"Yeah," he says when he breaks the next kiss. "I could do that. I could really do that."

How had he managed? By being amazing, and patient, and letting Billy figure things out. By being willing to wait, and by just being him. Honestly, Billy's kind of amazed himself that this is happening, but he's not about to argue at all, especially since Nida's doing just what he suggested. Kissing him again, and this time Billy is definitely reciprocating, the palm of his hand sliding over the side of Nida's neck as he leans in to the embrace.

It's a longer kiss, but still too short, he thinks, but breathing is important, and they shouldn't rush just because he's been thinking about this for months. So he takes a moment during that break to just breathe Nida in, eyes half-closed, pulling back just enough to get a good look at Nida's face. "Me too," he murmurs finally, and this time it's Billy's turn to lean in and initiate a third kiss, confidence spurring him onward. They can do this. Just...this. He doesn't want to stop now, and he hopes Nida doesn't, either.

Well now this was a thing. And it's happening. Nida's happy to have this kiss, but it's a bit awkward to have to do it from here. Even as he kisses Billy he reaches out with his free hand, trying to pull Billy closer. Impulse may have driven him here, but it's just his affection for Billy that keeps him going. Don't stop, please just let him kiss Billy until his lungs ache for not breathing enough.

Just come closer, Billy, he would promise it would be okay. After all, hadn't he suggested having his hands all over the younger man?

It is most definitely happening, even if it half feels like a dream to Billy. Because otherwise, how could this be happening? How could someone like Nida be here, with him, kissing him like it's more important than breathing? He hardly needs the urging of that hand tugging him closer before he shifts, pulling his other leg up onto the bed and moving towards Nida, one hand braced against his shoulder for balance. Closer he gets, and closer still, and it's not quite enough until he's in Nida's lap, cradling his face in his hands and kissing him until he's dizzy with lack of air.

The kiss finally breaks when the need to breathe overrides the rest, and he's faintly flushed and quietly laughing with exhilaration when they finally part. "Wow. We should definitely do this more," he says, still breathless, still unashamed. But just because he's not ashamed doesn't mean he's not still worried about Nida's comfort, and one fingertip traces Nida's lower lip as he looks at the other man. "Is this okay? Me being here like this?"

Wow, the weight of Billy in his lap is about the best thing Nida's ever felt. That focus, that attention, that affection? It's all so intense and Nida smiles when they pull apart, his hands settling on Billy's hips to keep him still. To keep the guy secure in his lap.

"I feel like my heart's going to explode from having you so close," he answers, because really, what else would he say? This is... everything he wants. It's better than he ever thought was possible. "Hyne, you have no idea how happy I am right now, Billy. Does this mean...?"

Nida's hands settle on his hips, and Billy rests his arms on Nida's shoulders, hands loosely linked behind his head as he watches Nida like he's memorizing him. Maybe he is. This is the first time they've done this, and first times are important. They mean something. And he still can't believe just how utterly natural this feels.

"I mean, I might have some idea," he says, a slow, warm smile spreading across his face as he looks at Nida. One hand shifts to brush fingers over his temple through his hair before settling again, and he thinks carefully about his answer before giving it. "It means I'm not afraid anymore," he finally answers, expression a little thoughtful. "I mean--that's not totally true, but it's like...the normal kinds of afraid, you know? Afraid I'll mess up and hurt you, afraid I'll be dumb and selfish again. But those aren't reasons to not do this. It's just reasons to do better. And..." Billy pauses for a moment, just looking.

"I want to be with you. To try this. You make me really happy, and I think it's even dumber to not try just because I'm afraid of messing up again."

They both are afraid that it will get messed up, and Nida's more afraid of it than he thinks Billy could understand. He doesn't know how to do this, he doesn't know how to be emotionally invested or care about the people he's with like this. Like he told Bull, romance wasn't his thing. But for Billy...

For Billy he'd do his best.

He manages to keep from moving his head to bury his face into Billy's beck. No, he stays mostly still because he's leaning into the gentle touch across his face, through his hair. It's wonderful and he already misses the tenderness of the touch.

"Then I'll be afraid for the both of us," Nida offers softly. "Because I really want this. No one has made me want this quite like you. But I'm going to be a horrible boyfriend at times because I won't know what's important. I've never done this. So in this, Billy, will you be my teacher?"

It's only fair, to share lessons.

"Billy Kaplan, will you be my boyfriend?"

Having feelings isn't something you know how to do, and it's not something you consciously choose. Maybe that's part of what makes it so terrifying; the lack of control. He understands, and his heart aches at Nida's words just as much as it leaps. It's a dizzying feeling, and he clings just a little tighter to Nida, leaning in towards him a little more.

"I've only done this once before, so I'm not sure how good a teacher I'll be. I'm probably going to mess up, too. But we can learn together. I'll tell you what I've figured out, at least: talking and listening to each other are the most important parts. If you aren't happy, tell me, so we can try and fix it. And I promise I'll do the same. Everything else is just...just us figuring out the steps. You know?"

Billy pauses for a moment, hands shifting, fingers laced around the nape of Nida's neck, absently toying with his hair. Instead of answering the question right away, he leans in, places a soft, chaste kiss on Nida's mouth. "...Say that again?" A tiny bit selfish, maybe, but he wants to hear the words, just one more time.

"Yeah, communication," Nida agrees, leaning in after the kiss to press his own lips to Billy's neck. What? It's a gorgeous neck. One he can't resist kissing just once. Manages his way all the way up the column of his neck. He can't help it, he wants it so much. To taste his skin. Sure, he can manage restraint, but let him have this indulgence.

"Second rule," Nida says when he reaches up just around Billy's jaw line, "you learn to fight. You're not getting out of lessons just because your boyfriend is the instructor. You're going to learn how to protect yourself here, because I can't accept anything short of that. I can't be everywhere, and if you get taken from me, I want to know you'll be okay until I make it to your side. Hell, even beyond that."

Finally his lips make it just up to Billy's ear, pulling back to whisper but not touch. Well, not touch the ear. His hands are still gripping Billy's hips firmly.

"Be mine, Billy. My boyfriend. I know I'm a day late for Valentine's, but let's have that in there too."

Well, that's incredibly distracting. Billy's breath catches and his head tilts obligingly to allow Nida's mouth better access, encouraging him to keep going. He's always been particularly sensitive there, and their current positions definitely aren't hurting that. By the time Nida reaches his jaw, Billy's honestly almost ready to agree to anything anyway, but it helps that what Nida says is something he actually wants.

"Deal. I meant it when I said I didn't want to be helpless. I want to be able to take care of myself," he manages, though his voice is breathy and distracted, and he slides one hand deeper into Nida's hair, fingers combing through the short strands. "I want to be able to fight. And you definitely better not go easy on me just because of this."

There's no way Nida can miss the shiver that runs down his spine at the words whispered in his ear, echoing the reaction he'd had that day in the schoolhouse. Although it's definitely better, this time, isn't it? "I'm already yours," he answers, turning his head towards Nida, lips brushing his jaw.

"Well, as I find little quite so arousing as a man who can knock me to a mat, I've got a lot of additional reasons to make sure I don't go easy on you," Nida counters, because yeah, he's going to own that little detail when it comes to Billy. It's what got him into bed with a few people back at Garden, but here?

Knowing there's a chance he could get his boyfriend to that point is definitely it's own special sort of challenge that he's happily signing up for.

This, though, is definitely better than the school house. Better than clumsy confessions of affection that were trying to hide behind plausible deniability. Better than that brief moment of a kiss that could only barely be called as much. Better than even the situation he just came out of, because those fingers in his hair, those lips against his jaw drawing an actual groan from him, that's all Billy.

"Good," he sighs, because who could ask for anything more than that? "Very good. Last thing?"

And this is the one that kills him to have to do. Because where they are at this moment, how it felt to have Billy so shameless before him, to have him encouraging like this? It's also not what he came here for. Granted he didn't come here to ask Billy out, but that was a lovely side effect.

His hands shift from Billy's hips to wrap low and securely over Billy's waist and he moves them, an easy roll that ends with Billy pinned to the bed under him, and Nida smiling down at Billy, hands braced on either side of his head and Nida's lips definitely hovering out of reach.

"Making out needs to stop for the moment. Because this," the fingers of one hand reach out to tap the red of Billy's wrist band, and his head jerked toward his own orange one as if to indicate that as well, "this isn't fully us acting I think. Because I know I want to take it slower with you, I want to have this all mean something. Like I said, I want treat you like more than the guys I've had in my bed. Because you mean more. Not saying make outs are off the table, but I think not doing so when we're riding high on emotions of this choice we can revisit just how badly I want to leave marks on your neck and hear you gasping my name."

Billy lets out a gasp as Nida rolls them over, and judging from the flash of approval in his eyes, the way his lips part, there's no mistaking just how much he enjoys being pinned like that. He doesn't want to stop, and when Nida says those last words it's all Billy can do to keep a whine from escaping him, biting the sound back, lower lip caught between his teeth. But Nida's right. They should stop. He should think about this.

So he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to not think about Nida on top of him, instead sifting through his own feelings. When he opens his eyes again, they're a little less glazed, though still very much full of want. "I know," he says quietly. "I don't want to rush, either. You're worth taking it slow. But I mean--the band doesn't change how I feel. I think it's just--I'm less afraid to say it. Less embarrassed. I feel like I can do this." He pauses for a moment, head tilted slightly as he considers Nida.

"Do you want to take it back? Wait until whatever this is is over? Because I'd get it. I don't want to, but I'd understand. I just want you to know all of this isn't a wristband. It's just me."

Damn if he doesn't look good down there, especially looking up at him with some clear desire. Doesn't that make him feel good. But the idea of taking it back has Nida's eyes wide with pain. Not even mocking. Actual pain and fear. But then he says he doesn't want to, and Nida can't help the almost explosive sigh of relief.

"This isn't just the wristband either. This is me. But I know that I sort of want to break into Stark's house and move all of his stuff to mess with him, so clearly I'm not fully my usual self with how badly I want that."

Yes, he's going to do it sooner or later, no matter what anyone may say to him. It's an overwhelming urge and he will bow to it. Just like right now he's leaning in to kiss billy again. Whoops. Restraint is something he's clearly bad at right now.

That look of pain in Nida's eyes makes his heart clench, even as a tiny fraction of him feels a sense of relief, glad Nida doesn't want to take it back, either. He doesn't ever want to make him look like that, and Billy vows again to himself to be good enough that he doesn't, to be better. His expression softens, and he lifts a hand to trace fingers over Nida's brow, the curve of his cheek.

"I get it. It's okay. I'm okay taking things slow. I mean--you're definitely worth the wait," he says, although as Nida leans down to kiss him again, he definitely isn't doing anything to stop it. He is, however, aware that right now, he's probably the one of them with more self-control, which means that he keeps that kiss slow and soft, hand light against Nida's face.

When the kiss ends, Billy's faintly flushed, but smiling up at Nida again. "So, no making out, maybe, but can kissing still be on the table? Because I really, really like kissing you." They can find a middle ground here, right? He hopes, anyway.

Far more self control, and frankly, Nida's not... he's not used to a slow kiss like this. It's amazing. And he's definitely flushed again when he pulls back. For all that he's the more experienced one in some ways, he's clearly so easily flustered by Billy.

"No making out for the next few hours or something," Nida corrects. Okay, probably longer than that. But kissing? He smiles. Yeah, that he's good with. He nods and then moves, rolling himself so he's now lying next to Billy, instead of hovering over him. "I'd be happy to kiss you now."

"A few hours, got it." A few hours seems like forever when this is so new and he's still giddy from the rush of endorphins, but it's probably smart. Between Nida's seeming impulsiveness and his own lack of a filter right now, they really should hold off. And he doesn't want to rush through this, anyway. Any of this.

He can't deny he's a little disappointed when Nida rolls off of him, but at least he's not going far, and Billy rolls over onto his side to face Nida, head pillowed on one elbow and sliding a hand over Nida's waist, smiling affectionately at him. "Good," he says, and there's no mistaking the satisfaction in his voice as he closes the short distance between them. Nida might not be used to slow, easy kisses like this, but personally, Billy enjoys this just as much as the more urgent kind. It doesn't have to be fast and hard to be intense, after all.

If Billy's a little disappointed to have Nida roll off of him, imagine how disappointed Nida must be to be doing that. There's nothing quite so amazing as being close to your boyfriend he's decided. And yeah, just thinking the word has him a few sorts of giddy. A special sort of giddy that he only feels when he's with Billy and the guy is giving him all the green lights in the world. Like now, like here, with a hand on him, a smile that warms him to the core on Billy's lips, and yeah.

Kissing Billy? Better than all the gil in the world. There's something awesome about his fingers tangling into Billy's hair ~~it's too cute when it's mussed up~~. An absolute world of amazing to have those lips against his own, slow and sweet and just fitting together in the right ways. Oh, and that pleased hum coming from Nida? Totally not imagined, because if he could he'd about be purring right now.

Slow sweet kisses. Could his life just boil down to this? Unfortunately he can't just melt into Billy, so after a handful more kisses he pulls back ~~and opens his eyes because damn he can't keep them open when they're kissing like that~~, and he just smiles as he admires Billy's face.

"Hyne, you're just about the best thing. Did you know that?" he asks, carding his fingers through Billy's hair. "Everything about this place that is good? It's nothing when I compare it to you, Billy Kaplan."

Forgive him for using the full name, but it just feels so good on his lips.

"I feel like I could stay here, right in this spot, forever. If I was given the chance to look into your eyes like this. They're like... Like rich fall honey. Not that spring stuff, it's too much yellow or orange. But fall honey, a golden brown, the sort that's thick with promise, and spicy-sweet on your tongue."

He could stay here like this forever, Billy thinks, and he'd say it out loud if his mouth weren't otherwise occupied. He feels no inclination at all to change that, though, instead just continuing to kiss Nida, settling in close to him, eyes closed as he memorizes the feeling of this body next to his, the warm torso under his hand, the feeling of Nida breathing into him, that low, sweet hum in his throat that Billy echoes with contentment. It's perfect. Something he's wanted for a while now, and when they finally part he's still smiling.

"Love the way that feels," he says about Nida's hand in his hair, tilting his head just slightly to press a brief kiss to the pulse point of his inner wrist. And all the rest...god, it's almost too much, isn't it? His heart is going to burst through his chest, he thinks, and he lifts a hand to cover Nida's, lacing their fingers together and pulling that hand down to press it to his chest, fingers flat over his heart as he looks at his boyfriend. And that's another word, isn't it? He's not over it, isn't going to be over it. Not for a while.

"Feel what you do to me?" he asks softly, voice a low murmur. "That's all for you. Every time I look at you, every time you look at me like that. Just you, Nida Nomura." His lips curl a little more as he leans in, smile becoming a sly grin. "So, do I taste like honey, too...?"

Note to self: play with Billy's hair more. Especially if it gets him another kiss like that. Who knew he'd enjoy lips on his wrist. Weird, but it's good. BUt this is good too. The sensation of Billy's heartbeat under his hand, that's amazing.

"Are you saying I make your heart race?" Nida asks with a soft smile. Because he doubts Billy's saying that his heart beats for Nida. Which would be charming too.

"I don't know," Nida hums lightly, leaning in. "Maybe I should get a taste."

He'll get more kisses like that anyway, but the feeling of Nida playing with his hair is phenomenal. Incredibly soothing, in fact, just as much as it is a turn-on, and he thinks maybe he'd actually be able to get to sleep without a problem with enough of it. Enough of this. It's really nice having Nida here in his bed, to curl up with him like this.

"Yeah," he answers, and there's nothing at all self-conscious about the words, or the affectionate look on his face. "You do. Every time you're around, it feels like it's gonna leap out of my chest. Especially when you talk about me like that." Like he's something special, something to be treasured.

Billy's happy to let that kiss happen, too, to kiss Nida back, and he shifts his legs slightly, hooking one sock-clad foot around Nida's. Long moments later, when the kiss finally ends again, he doesn't pull back; just sighs, smiling, brushing the tip of Nida's nose with his own. "This is really nice, you know? You're warm. Perfect size to cuddle with, too."

He is special, he is definitely treasured. And damn if he doesn't have that gentle, warm smile that he only ever offers to Billy. It isn't like Billy is the only other person in the room, he really is.

The kiss is great, his fingers curl around the back of the man's head, kissing him as sweetly as he can, and applaud him for not even reacting too much to the tangling of their legs. It's only right they are like this.

"I wanted to do this, the night I stayed over. To just stay in your bed and hold you. But I realized I had feelings that night, so I couldn't ask. Maybe... maybe tonight I can stay here with you? Just hold you? Maybe it will help me sleep."

There goes his heart again, doing flips in his chest, and there's a warmth that spreads through him at those words that makes him feel like he's never gonna notice the cold again. Nida staying over again, but staying here, with him, the way he should. The way he's supposed to. How could he ever say no to that, even if by some crazy chance he wanted to?

"I'd like that a lot," he says softly, fingers brushing over Nida's lower back. "You staying here with me. Falling asleep together. Just like this." Maybe then the nightmares won't be so bad. And if they do wake him up--either one of them--the other will be there. He won't be waking up alone to an empty room. The thought is incredibly comforting.

Well now he feels warm inside. Just warm in his gut and spreading through his whole body, and yeah there is heat in his cheeks too. Damn if he hasn't blushed more today than he has around Billy at all. His arm shifts, wrapping around Billy's waist to pull him closer, so their bodies are just curled together.

"The good news is that when I fall asleep with a man in my arms, I don't freak out if I get touched to wake me up. Some sort of training thing I expect, trusting a partner to take care of me. Makes me feel safe. And I feel safe with you."

Another blush? Truly, today is a gift, and Billy's smiling all over again at the sight of it, letting Nida pull him in closer, twining their limbs together and settling as close as he can. It's such a good feeling, and he doesn't ever want it to stop. Maybe eventually to change into something slightly more comfortable, but then...is it possible to be uncomfortable here in Nida's arms? Maybe not. He definitely doesn't want to move right now.

"You are safe with me." The words are murmured, Billy's fingers gently combing through Nida's hair as he watches him. "This is a safe place. Here, just the two of us." Is he ever going to get tired of those words, saying them or hearing them? Signs point to no. "And you can come sleep with me any time you want. I like having you here, in my arms."

Nida wasn't going to get tired of hearing Billy saying he was welcome here, that he was safe. It's more comforting than he knows how to explain. And... he's forced to try and swallow back a yawn. Damn he was tired just from the perfect peace of the moment.

"Would you be... upset if I just... just fell asleep right now?"

"Yes, terribly," he says, but there's an affectionate, teasing tone to his voice that's impossible to mistake for any genuine irritation. Billy leans in just that fraction of an inch further, placing a light, brief kiss on Nida's lips, something soft and chaste. Of course he doesn't mind. And how could he be upset at anything right now?

"Sleep. I'll be here when you wake up." Maybe he'll sleep, too. Maybe he'll just lay here, watching Nida, thinking about how ridiculously lucky he is. It's anyone's guess, honestly.

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