The next year or two went by smoothly. Ford and Bill grew incredibly close, Bill quickly learned that he did in fact need sleep, and Ford eventually convinced him to take the bedroom.
This morning, however, was different. Ford typically saw Bill in his suit attire, but today, he walked out in a sleek black robe that touched the ground. It was trimmed with yellow ribbon and the sleeves flared out at the ends. he wore no shirt and black boxers.
Bill groaned as he trudged out of the room, his slippers dragging on the floor. His skin seemed paler then usual, but his cheeks were a rosy pink.
"Jesus, Bill! Are you alright? You look like absolute death." Ford quickly stood, rushing over to Bill, pressing the back of his hand to Bills forehead. "And your burning up.. christ, go sit. I'll make you some tea."
Bill didn't get the chance to even say anything in reply, he didn't have the energy to anyways. Ford walked in with a mug filled with warm chamomile tea.
"Drink up, Cipher." Ford demanded, handing the mug to him. "You must've caught a cold with the horrible weather lately.." He sighed.
Bill just nodded and sipped the tea. "I understand why humans complain about sickness so often now." he groaned. "Let me.. let me finish this and we can go out to work."
"Absolutely not. You're staying inside today. No buts. Stay here, I'm grabbing something." Ford left the room and Bill just groaned.
Ford returned with his journal and various notebooks. "Go to sleep on the couch when you're done with that, and take this." Ford handed Bill some medicine.
"Awh Fordsy, come on! This isn't fair!" Bill winced as he spoke, his throat aching.
"It's plenty fair, Bill." Ford rolled his eyes. He sat at the raggedy living room table after lighting the fire place. Bill watched him closely, frustrated.
"Let me do something. Anything!" Bill winced again, but he hid it well.
"No. Not today, Bill. The only thing you're doing is sleeping, and relaxing. Understood?"
"I'm a god! you can't tell me what to do!" Bill quickly stood. Too quickly. He felt the room spin and suddenly it went black.
"Bill!" Ford panicked, catching the fainting man just barely. He brought him to Bills room and set him in his bed. He took the robe off of him and fetched a damp rag. He placed it on Bills forehead and sighed. "What am I going to do with you?"
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It was late, very late. Bill had slept for nearly two days, and Ford hadn't. He instead, stayed awake and watched his muse. He gave him water and medicine every four hours, changed out the cloth on his head the second it wasn't cold anymore, and even went about changing Bill's clothes once.
This is how he'd found out about Bills markings. Tattoos? He wasn't sure. But, he had his true form surrounded by a circle with divided symbols in it on his abdomen. A few black lines surrounded his arms, and he even had a phrase in his language on his lower back. Ford had no clue what it meant though.
Ford was exhausted. He sometimes became dizzy, but when that happened he just had another cup of coffee. He'd been writing in his journal the last couple of days, writing in detail the things he'd scribbled down and photographed into his ratty old notebook.
It was about 4 am when Bill walked out. Nearly three days had passed now and he was feeling much better and replenished. He'd changed into his regular suit outfit with his gloves.
When he spotted Ford struggling to keep his head up and not in his work, his heart sank. This was an odd feeling. Ford was mumbling to himself as he wrote messily in his journal. Bill pulled the stopwatch from his chest pocket, and saw how late (early?) it was.
"Good heavens Ford! How long have you been awake for? You're falling asleep in your book!" Bill said, sympathetic?
Ford jerked as he heard Bills voice. It had felt like forever since he heard it like that. Energetic and full of strange emotion that Ford couldn't understand. "Bill? How.. how are you feeling?" Ford yawned. His eyes were half open and drowsy, the circles under his eyes dark purple. His hands trembled, likely from too much coffee and lack of nutrients.
"I asked you a question first, Stanford." Bill pressed.
"I.. I uh. I don't know..what's today..? Thursday? I guess.. uhm. not since Sunday night? Geez." His eyes widened as he realized how long it'd been.
"Yeah. Geez. Get your ass in bed Stanford." Bill demanded.
Ford didn't like hearing his full name. It made him feel like he was a kid in trouble again. He sighed, stood, and felt the room spin. He rubbed his eyes and swayed a bit. Stumbling, he made his way to his room.
"Good gods Ford. Why haven't you slept?"
"I was writing... and taking care of you." His words started to slur woth exhaustion.
"I would have been fine." Bill sighed, pointing a finger at Ford. Suddenly, a blue glow surrounded him and he was floating. He fell asleep almost instantly. Bill put him in his bed and crawled in with him. He wanted to make sure Ford stayed asleep.
That night, Bill watched over Ford. And the next night, and the next. The final hours of Ford sleeping, Bill felt something weird, deep in his gut. It was warm and tingly and definitely something a demon– ahem. A God, shouldn't be feeling. But he couldn't help himself as he watched Ford sleep. He leaned in and grabbed his face gently, examining all the imperfections. Slowly, his slid his thumb over Fords bottom lip.
"Soft." He whispered to himself. His face felt strange. Warm? He wondered. Bill had never taken the time to really feel human skin. He grabbed Ford's jaw and turned his face from side to side.
Ford groaned softly in his sleep and turned on his side towards Bill. Bill pulled away quickly, but soon returned his hand. This time he carded it through Fords messy brown curls. He watched as Fords cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink. Bill couldn't help but wonder what his to- what his friend was thinking.
Keeping his hand in Fords hair and just playing with his face and features in general, he closed his eyes. He focused hard on Ford, and it didn't take long before he entered the mindscape.
Bill quietly walked through, hearing a sound from a small area he didn't remember making. Interesting.
Again, quietly, he walked over. Peering into the small space, he found Ford laying on a small blanket. He.. He was touching himself. Moaning Bill's name.
"Uhh.. Bi..Bill. Fuck." Ford whined, gritting his teeth. Bill watched, fascinated at the sight.
He tapped gently on something to get Fords attention, only to pull himself out of the mindscape before Ford saw him.
Bill giggled as he pulled himself out of the trance. This could be fun. Bill left the room, and went to his room to change.
Wanting to learn more on the modern human sex life, he brought himself to the towns library while Ford took the last few hours of his 'nap'.
Bill walked in, he was wearing a hoodie and blacks pants. He tried his hardest to look normal. He found the section he was looking for. He picked out the books he thought were best, such as a couple books about positions, one about kinks, and a few other things about the basic knowledge.
The librarian wasn't there at the moment (thank the gods), so he ran off with them. He walked back home and almost immediately locked himself in his room to read through them
Thankfully, Bill had the ability to flip through the pages quickly and just absorb the information instead of needing to read them.
Bill jumped as he finished the last book, hearing Fords door open. Quickly, he ran out and smiled.
"Long time no see sixer!" Bill joked.
"Cut the crap Cipher." Ford groaned groggily. "How long was I out for? I really need to get back to work." He chose not to mention his dream. Interesting.
"Only a couple days, pal. But come on Fordsie! Don't you think you deserve a break? A not sleeping break?" Bill grinned widely.
"No. Those journals won't research themselves, Bill." Ford pinched his nose.
"I said you need a break. We made a deal, remember? You listen to me, and I help you." Bill said sternly.
"Bill.. Jesus, I'm a grown man, I don't need a-" Ford was cut off. Some force made his voice stop, and his mouth close.
"I'm a de- a God, Ford. I choose what you do, and I choose a break. Now come to the living room, or I'll drag you in there myself."
Ford sighed in defeat and followed Bill. He plopped himself on the couch, manspreading as usual. Suddenly, Ford could speak again. He chose not to though.
"Clever, Forsdy!" Bill smiled, happy that his partner understood not to talk. "So. I had a little fun while you slept. Yeah? I went in the mindscape. And oh my, what did my eye see? A pretty Forsdie all for me! Hah, that rhymed. Anyway, I saw you having a little fun with yourself in a secret room! Care to explain, sixer?" Bill grinned evilly.
"I.. Bill, that's an invasion of my privacy!" Ford whined with embarrassment. He quickly looked away, worried he'd ruined his partnership.
"Oh Fordsy. Don't be like that." Bill frowned. "You know I can still read you, right? You aren't going to ruin us. I mean-" Bill hesitated. He'd worked hard for this. "If you really don't want to, we don't have to. I'm not- I'm not going to force you into it." Bill half lied, he could get his way if he wanted to. He's a God for the God's sake. He could make Ford want him if Bill was desperate enough.
"No! Its- it's not that I don't want to. It's just.. how will it affect us?" Ford sighed softly. He refused ro look at Bill, ashamed of his anxiety.
"Well.. then.. let's make a deal!" Bill grinned. "I promise the deal won't affect us, but you have to promise to be honest and not be so scared of telling me things, hm?" Bill hummed softly, pulling his cane out of no where and using the handle to make Ford look at him.
"Bill come on! I- I can't make myself not.. shy. That's inpossible!" Ford groaned again.
"Oh Fordsy, you know I love giving you what you want but I don't have the patience for this today." Bill shook his head as he spoke. "Do we have a deal or not?"
"I..." Ford started.
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ok help need ideas if Bill were to touch Ford how would you like him touched
drop a comment for help thanks
