And Teddy let him.
Just like when they were younger, he gave in to everything Wren asked of him, keeping him safe in his arms, protecting him from the world as he poured himself into the well of Wren’s need for him.
He walked them forward until Wren’s back hit the car and he was trapped between it and Teddy’s solid body. Wren gasped against his lips and pulled harder at his hair.
Teddy moaned and broke the kiss, staring at Wren as he tried to catch his breath.
“Fuck, you haven’t changed, Little Bird,” he said, voice cracking and words carried on staggered puffs of air.
“No.” Wren shook his head, stealing kisses between their words. “Still me.”
Teddy rolled his hips into the space between Wren’s thighs. Enough for Wren to feel him hard against him, but not enoughto make the move anything other than frustrating. He keened as he tried to roll his own hips, chasing that feeling of friction, the pressure, the relief it brought.
“Please.” He caught Teddy’s eyes and locked in, feral for the way his pupils were blown. For the way his nostrils flared and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.
Wren had done that.
Wren had made him look flushed, and sweaty, and breathless.
“Teddy,” he said again, pouring ten years of desperation and need into his name. The sleepless nights, the ache for his touch, and the scent of him in his nose. His eyes watered and burned and he blinked, feeling the tears roll down his cheeks. Tears of frustration and pain and solitude. “Please.”
Teddy shattered under Wren’s eyes. The tight control he had over himself broke and he growled in that way that made Wren see stars. His fingers dug into Wren’s thighs, his chest pushed out and glued Wren to the metal behind him. He buried his face in Wren’s neck and inhaled him, heartbeat wild against Wren’s rib cage.
“You still own me,” he said into Wren’s damp skin, his voice deep, all traces of the dapper, polished cursebreaker gone. He used his body to hold Wren up as his hands caught both of Wren’s wrists and pinned them to the car beside his head. “I’ll never be free of you.”
“Do you want to be?” Wren asked, tilting his head to the side to give Teddy more room.
“Never,” Teddy spat, and attached his lips to Wren’s neck. He sucked and bit and Wren wanted to scream with how good it felt.
They weren’t children anymore. He was reminded of that for the millionth time as Teddy kissed him. It wasn’t awkward and innocent and exploratory anymore. Teddy’s lips on him were sure. Demanding and unforgiving. The hands holding his arms captive were stronger than he remembered. He tried breakingfree and failed over and over again as Teddy rumbled deep in his chest and squeezed harder.
“Mine.” He breathed the word like a brand into Wren’s collarbone, and Wren nodded, eyes tightly shut as his body trembled.
“Yours,” he agreed. “Always yours.”
Teddy released his hold on Wren with one hand, reaching between them and expertly unbuttoning and unzipping both of their pants. He did it so easily, so smoothly that Wren struggled to rein the jealousy in.
It didn’t use to be like that.
When they were younger, they’d both fumbled, they’d both made mistakes. They’d bumped teeth and gripped too hard. They’d apologized, laughed it off, and continued. But this Teddy…he was confident and sure. Capable in ways only years of practice could bring.
Wren pushed against Teddy’s hold on him. He struggled and pulled and yanked until Teddy looked up and released him.
“Little Bird…”
“Put me down,” Wren said.
“Wh…”
“Down!” he demanded. “Now.”
With a pain Wren hated to see in his eyes, Teddy set him back down on his feet, and Wren knew. He could still read him like those letters Teddy had written him. Teddy expected him to leave. To stop this. He was prepared to let Wren go because Wren had asked him to.
Wren had zero intention of stopping, though. The only thing on his mind was rewriting the years of Teddy without him. He wanted to delete them. Erase all the others.
Teddy was Wren’s.
He dropped to his knees between Teddy and the car, looking up through his hair, the white braid coloring his vision silver.His fingers trailed up Teddy’s legs until he had the waistband of his open pants in his hands. He slid them down, zeroed in on the way Teddy leaned his palms against the top of the car and towered over him.
