“So, what you’re saying is that my boyfriend is some kind of God?
” Teddy asked, his hand running playfully through his partner’s hair.
“I guess so.
” Billy pulled an awkward face. It was clear he was not happy at the idea. “Think I’m going to have a lot of questions for my rabbi.
Teddy hadn’t given too much thought to the subject before. Whereas Billy had his Judaism, he had always considered himself more of an agnostic. Something had to be out there somewhere. There was Thor for one. Sure, he was more of a small-g god, but that had to give some evidence to those kinds of things. Wonder Woman too. However clearly there were bigger things at play here, and his handsome boyfriend was right in the centre of it all.
The two had only just recently returned to Teddy’s apartment, where they now found each other sprawled out across each other on the sofa, as a trashy reality tv show played on the TV before them muted. As a bunch of hapless chefs ran about the studio in silence, Billy had been trying to explain what had happened to him. The complications of his reality warping. The appearance of the golden giant in blue. His visit to “space”.
Despite knowing how uncomfortable the experience, particularly the bombshell of his “destiny”, had been for Billy, Teddy secretly longed to have been able to see it all too. He had always dreamed of seeing the stars. Some of his youngest memories involved him running around the apartment pretending to be an Astronaut.
He smiled at the thought, only for it to drop as he spotted Billy gazing out of the window next to them glumly, evidently deep in thought.
“Maybe Thor is secretly your brother?
” Teddy joked, attempting to cheer him up a bit.
He was relieved to see that the question had at least put a smile on his face.
“You’ll have to start calling me Asgardian or something.
” He laughed, a sparkly image of Billy wielding Thor’s mighty hammer Mjolnir materializing before them briefly with a magical wave of his fingers.
“Nah, stick with Wiccan, it’s cute
” Teddy expressed, tightening his arms around Billy ever so slightly.
That oh so familiar smile of Billy’s flashed across his face as he too tightened his arms.
“Oh, you think so?
” He asked, leaning closer.
“I know so.
” Teddy breathed, as he locked his lips against Billy’s. His heart pounded inside his chest.
It was the jingle of keys in the lock that finally broke the two apart, with the two rushing to opposite sides of the sofa as the apartment door across the room began to open. A mixture of both guilt and awkwardness spread across their faces.
Mary-Jo Altman was a beautiful woman, with golden curls circling her slender face. She looked good for her age, with only the odd wrinkle noticeable across her face. She was the best mother Teddy could have asked for. She was caring and understanding, especially after he had told her about Billy. It often made Teddy wonder as to why or how she hadn’t dated anyone herself in years. Initially, he had assumed it was out of respect for his late father, with him having passed away back when Teddy was a baby. Yet, the fact that she never mentioned him made him wonder if there was a different reason. She had merely claimed with a smile that she was too busy with work and looking after him. He could not fault her for that at all, as the woman had done a lot for him. She had worked tirelessly throughout his childhood; the fact that they had a reasonably sized apartment in Manhattan being a clear sign of that.
It was clear from the smirk across her face as she entered that she knew exactly what the two of them had been doing.
The two gave a short wave in unison to greet her before Teddy had the courage to speak.
” He asked, watching her dump her handbag on the countertop lazily.
She screwed her face up slightly at the question. “Nightmare client today honestly.” She exclaimed, sighing.
“Mind if we have the rest of yesterday’s casserole? I really don’t feel like doing much cooking tonight.” She asked, grabbing a wine glass down from the rack. “I just need a nice glass of wine and a decent film.”
Teddy smiled. His mom was fun.
“Sounds like a plan.
” He confirmed as he headed over towards the kitchen to help, Billy following him. “Mind if Billy stays too?
She looked up from the glass of wine she was beginning to pour with a smile. “Of course not.”
“Thank you, Ms. Altman,
” Billy said, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously.
“Billy, you’ve been staying for dinner for years, you don’t have to keep thanking me.” She beamed, putting her hand onto his shoulder. “You’re practically a part of the family.”
As they watched her switch on the stove, Teddy slid his hand into Billy’s. He rested his head against his shoulder in response. Even with this whole Demiurge business currently, life was good.