Follow Through

manoverboard-fic:

Ford is curious. Bill is indulgent.

Billford, NC-17, 1880 words.

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“Go on,” Bill said. The words dragged across Ford’s consciousness like a finger might his skin. “Satisfy your scientific curiosity.”

It felt remarkably like being caught with a crush in the seventh grade; a part of him was braced, still, for Bill to start chanting, Stanford has a cru-ush, Stanford has a cru-ush, and, ew, do you really think I’d like you? But this was nothing like that; Ford was nothing like the boy he’d once been. Certainly, Bill was unlike anything in this world, or any others. This was a gentle tease, one that carried the admission that Bill wanted him to follow through.

Ford cupped his hands in the air. Bill floated down into them, a light prickling sensation emanating from him. For a moment, Ford didn’t move, simply kept his hands cupped around Bill’s small body. He didn’t know precisely what he was waiting for. One of Bill’s small, black hands settled on the meat of Ford’s thumb and gave it a squeeze.

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