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Teddy likes the island’s new theme about as much as he did Victorian London. It’s cool, the big expansive sky and everyone looking like something out of an old western. The first few days he’d looked more like Marty McFly or Dean from that episode of Supernatural where they hunted down the phoenix, but by the end of the first week he’s rounded up a respectable wardrobe. It’s full of things that are more or less exact replicas of the unlockable outfits in Red Dead Redemption. He’s extremely proud of this fact, but the only person who knows is Billy.
He ventures out from around the back of what can only be described as their homestead, hair still wet from taking an impromptu shower from the water pump, shaking himself dry and pulling on a white cotton shirt with thin red pinstripes. He starts tucking it into his brown trousers, suspenders swinging around his legs, and scans the dusty yard.
“B?”
Billy peers over the wood railing on the upstairs deck, his favorite place to be ever since everything had changed yet again. He’s becoming used to it at least, and it helps that Teddy’s around to be just as into it as Billy tends to be. (Especially for those moments when he decides he wants to dress up as John Marsden in his poncho outfit, and Teddy only nods and helps him pick every piece out.) He makes a face when some desert dust puffs out of the poncho he’s taken to wearing every day, but it smoothes out into a smile when his boots click against the wood and he remembers he’s wearing authentic cowboy boots, with spurs and everything.
He might be a little hot in the poncho, and he still can’t ride a horse, or figure out if the red bandana on his stagecoach hat looks good or not, but it’s all still incredibly awesome to experience. “What’s up?”
Teddy turns and looks up, squinting for a moment into the sun and then smiling, starting to button the shirt up.
“You wanna go into town? Do dinner or something?”
Billy never, ever understood the whole cowboy fantasy, but he’s pretty sure he’s got a thing for them now. Or probably just Teddy, but the whole cowboy thing factors into it a little.
“It’s either that or barbeque some raccoons for dinner,” Billy calls back, grin on his face. “Winchester?”
Teddy laughs easily at that and nods, starting to sling the suspenders up onto his shoulders.
“Winchester sounds good. Want me to try to hail a coach?”
Billy laughs, still enamoured enough with the whole western motif to find that delightful. “Do it!”
Before Teddy can respond, Billy darts back inside, only bringing in his books to dump on the bed before jogging down the stairs, making an almighty racket as he goes. He has a hand on his hat to keep it from falling back as he closes the front door behind him and walks over to Teddy.
His own hat and long taupe leather jacket were hanging on the wooden post that Teddy’s pretty sure is there for them to tie their non-existent horse to, and by the time Billy reaches him he has both on. Adjusting his hat slightly, he leans down to press a kiss to the corner of Billy’s mouth.
“You look great,” he says, before turning and starting for the stretch of packed dirt that marks the road, such as it is.
“I love this poncho,” Billy says, something he hasn’t quite kept a secret about. It’s red and yellow and gaudy and has tassles and he’s pretty sure there’s nothing more awesome out there. Even if Kurt would probably have a heart attack the moment he laid eyes on it. Which Billy has been very careful to not let happen.
He speeds up his gait just enough to keep in time with Teddy’s, and grabs his hand. “I just had a thought. Why haven’t we done the Brokeback Mountain thing yet?”
Teddy almost trips, although his hand stays easily interlocked with Billy’s, and he looks at his boyfriend with a wide, careful gaze. If there’s red in his cheeks, it’s probably just from being outdoors all day.
“C...camping?” he ventures a little unevenly, because what he’s thinking about is not camping.
“That too,” Billy says, grinning up at Teddy as though he has no idea what he’s doing to Teddy. “We might have to fight off a coyote or two, but it could be fun.”
Still blushing, Teddy just smiles a little and nods, pressing another brief kiss closer to BIlly’s temple, more to hide his face than anything. Laughing a little, Teddy stops them at the roadside and lifts his hat to hold it out, and an honest to God stagecoach shimmers out of the dust down the way and heads toward them, like it came out of the sunset. It’s a little creepy, but at the end of the day, Teddy’s used to conveniently appearing NPCs. It’s like living in a video game.
“Sure. Let’s do it. Do we know anyone who camps?”
“Probably a couple of people,” Billy answers, squeezing Teddy’s hand. He pushes his hat back before leaning in to give him a proper kiss, and breaks away when the coach stops in front of them. “But I was thinking just the two of us.”
Teddy opens the coach door and steps up onto, holding his hand down for Billy to take.
“Yeah,” he agrees, smiling down at his boyfriend in a way that borders on a beam.
“Just the two of us sounds right.”
He ventures out from around the back of what can only be described as their homestead, hair still wet from taking an impromptu shower from the water pump, shaking himself dry and pulling on a white cotton shirt with thin red pinstripes. He starts tucking it into his brown trousers, suspenders swinging around his legs, and scans the dusty yard.
“B?”
Billy peers over the wood railing on the upstairs deck, his favorite place to be ever since everything had changed yet again. He’s becoming used to it at least, and it helps that Teddy’s around to be just as into it as Billy tends to be. (Especially for those moments when he decides he wants to dress up as John Marsden in his poncho outfit, and Teddy only nods and helps him pick every piece out.) He makes a face when some desert dust puffs out of the poncho he’s taken to wearing every day, but it smoothes out into a smile when his boots click against the wood and he remembers he’s wearing authentic cowboy boots, with spurs and everything.
He might be a little hot in the poncho, and he still can’t ride a horse, or figure out if the red bandana on his stagecoach hat looks good or not, but it’s all still incredibly awesome to experience. “What’s up?”
Teddy turns and looks up, squinting for a moment into the sun and then smiling, starting to button the shirt up.
“You wanna go into town? Do dinner or something?”
Billy never, ever understood the whole cowboy fantasy, but he’s pretty sure he’s got a thing for them now. Or probably just Teddy, but the whole cowboy thing factors into it a little.
“It’s either that or barbeque some raccoons for dinner,” Billy calls back, grin on his face. “Winchester?”
Teddy laughs easily at that and nods, starting to sling the suspenders up onto his shoulders.
“Winchester sounds good. Want me to try to hail a coach?”
Billy laughs, still enamoured enough with the whole western motif to find that delightful. “Do it!”
Before Teddy can respond, Billy darts back inside, only bringing in his books to dump on the bed before jogging down the stairs, making an almighty racket as he goes. He has a hand on his hat to keep it from falling back as he closes the front door behind him and walks over to Teddy.
His own hat and long taupe leather jacket were hanging on the wooden post that Teddy’s pretty sure is there for them to tie their non-existent horse to, and by the time Billy reaches him he has both on. Adjusting his hat slightly, he leans down to press a kiss to the corner of Billy’s mouth.
“You look great,” he says, before turning and starting for the stretch of packed dirt that marks the road, such as it is.
“I love this poncho,” Billy says, something he hasn’t quite kept a secret about. It’s red and yellow and gaudy and has tassles and he’s pretty sure there’s nothing more awesome out there. Even if Kurt would probably have a heart attack the moment he laid eyes on it. Which Billy has been very careful to not let happen.
He speeds up his gait just enough to keep in time with Teddy’s, and grabs his hand. “I just had a thought. Why haven’t we done the Brokeback Mountain thing yet?”
Teddy almost trips, although his hand stays easily interlocked with Billy’s, and he looks at his boyfriend with a wide, careful gaze. If there’s red in his cheeks, it’s probably just from being outdoors all day.
“C...camping?” he ventures a little unevenly, because what he’s thinking about is not camping.
“That too,” Billy says, grinning up at Teddy as though he has no idea what he’s doing to Teddy. “We might have to fight off a coyote or two, but it could be fun.”
Still blushing, Teddy just smiles a little and nods, pressing another brief kiss closer to BIlly’s temple, more to hide his face than anything. Laughing a little, Teddy stops them at the roadside and lifts his hat to hold it out, and an honest to God stagecoach shimmers out of the dust down the way and heads toward them, like it came out of the sunset. It’s a little creepy, but at the end of the day, Teddy’s used to conveniently appearing NPCs. It’s like living in a video game.
“Sure. Let’s do it. Do we know anyone who camps?”
“Probably a couple of people,” Billy answers, squeezing Teddy’s hand. He pushes his hat back before leaning in to give him a proper kiss, and breaks away when the coach stops in front of them. “But I was thinking just the two of us.”
Teddy opens the coach door and steps up onto, holding his hand down for Billy to take.
“Yeah,” he agrees, smiling down at his boyfriend in a way that borders on a beam.
“Just the two of us sounds right.”