I like boys with other boys.

(I am no artist or ever intend to become one; I have no functioning scanner or know how to use photoshop lol . It is not my cup of tea >< But a friend prompted me to doodle something for this drabble so I tried ^^;

I have about 5 fics that'll be posted soon enough. So many -.-

onto the drabble junk~)

A Fanboy's Dream

-X-

“So, for one full day?”  Tim asked.

Billy nodded, maybe a little too eagerly, and smoothed his gloved fingers over the utility belt hugging his waist. “One full day,” he repeated, the weight of those words still sinking in even though he was in full Red Robin costume already.

Beside his reflection, Tim turned this way and that before planting his hands on his belt-less hips. “I make a pretty good looking warlock,” he said, smile in full bloom.

“Witch,” Billy corrected, flushing when his idol quirked a brow.

“Witch, then,” Tim chuckled and then flexed his fingers, “I guess the magic powers don’t come with the costume?”

Billy controlled the urge to stammer and shook his head. “Sorry,” he managed, “And I take it this costume doesn’t come with all the gadgets?” he asked.

“Nope.”

Unable to complain, Billy admired himself in the mirror again and hoped his fanboy grin wasn’t too obvious.

A knock came at the door before it opened. “Billy, what’s t-”

Billy stared at Teddy as much as the shape-shifter stared back. “Um…Hey, Teddy,” he started, a nervous laugh creeping in.

Teddy’s eyes finally moved, digesting every inch of Billy’s body. “You…Wow, you look,” he stopped short and blinked slowly, “You look hot.”

At Billy’s blanching, Tim broke into a fit of snickering.

“Wait, no! I mean, that’s not.,” Teddy shook his head and waved his hands, “I meant to say, that is, um, oh, wow, I-“

“I’ll just…leave you two to figure out what he means,” Tim interrupted, clasping Billy’s shoulder, “I’m off to have fun.”

Billy glanced back in time to see Tim in full Wiccan attire leap out of the bedroom window. His lost presence only made Billy that much more aware of Teddy’s eyes still pinned on him. “So,” he tried to start, daring to flick his gaze back to his boyfriend, “You’re…probably wondering what the heck’s goi-“

“Wow,” Teddy breathed again, as if Billy hadn’t said anything.

Needing stronger ammunition, Billy carefully turned around and picked up a shirt laid on his bed. He lifted it up high like a prize and smiled around it. “U-Um, look what he brought for you to wear, if you want.”

Teddy sobered up and he reached for the shirt. “For…me?”

“If you want,” Billy said gently, watching how Teddy turned it over in his hands with care.

And then, a smile grew on Teddy’s face.

“Superboy, huh?”

-X-