Teddy picked through the pile of DVDs, glancing at Billy.  "And your parents actually let you watch these?"

"Mom says that socio-political satire is good for me."

"Return of the Living Dead III has socio-political satire?"

"I think she was thinking of the Romero trillogy.  Return  is just funny."

"So, what do we start with?"

"What else?  Night of the Living Dead.  Pop it in, and I'll get the popcorn."  Billy flashed him a smile like heat lightning before disappearing into the kitchen, returning with a bowl of popcorn that could only be described as 'ginormous' just as Teddy got the movie started.  The amiable blond sprawled on the couch while Billy curled up next to him, cheerfully devouring handfull after handfull of buttery popcorn.

For a while, the two teenagers were quiet, enjoying the classic horror movie as Teddy's arm crept around Billy's waist.  A sly grin crawled across Billy's face as the sheriff talked about them being 'dead... all messed up'.  The boy turned buttery lips on Teddy's ear.  "Braaains...." he groaned, nibbling the lobe.  Teddy chuckled softly, pulling Billy closer.

"I'm pretty sure Mom said I shouldn't make out with the undead."

"Braaaaaaaaains...." Billy's lips moved over Teddy's neck, leaving a greasy trail in hid wake.

Teddy rolled his eyes.  "Well," he said, "it's a good thing I know how to deal with the undead."  He snaked his hands under Billy's shirt, running them lightly over the dark haired boy's ribs... before he began to tickle mercilessly.

"Brai-ah-ack!  Teddy!"  Billy squealed, trying to escape (though not too hard).  Teddy was relentless, however.  He pinned Billy to the couch, shoving his shirt up to his armpits, and lowered his mouth to Billy's stomach.  He blew a loud, wet raspberry on the sensitive flesh, making Billy squeek as his fingers tangled in Teddy's pale hair.

Teddy nuzzled Billy's stomach, planting little kisses on the pale skin.  A wicked idea crept into his mind and lodged there, making itself very much at home.  "Brains." he mumbled into Billy's belly button, then headed steadily south.

After all, everyone knows where teenage boys actually keep their brains.