Fic: Modern Studies in Paederasty (3/12)

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Title: Modern Studies in Paederasty (3/12)
Authors: rainbowcobweb and v_angelique
Dedicated to: georgia_mason, who clearly has created a monster.
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Highly untrue.
Summary: An AU based very loosely on the film The History Boys that starts in sixth form and becomes uni!fic after a couple of chapters. In this chapter, the weeks leading up to Dom's start at uni and a fair bit of romance.
A/N: Despite the fact that we're still slow in posting, I'd like to take this opportunity to inform you all that not only is this series finished, but there is a nearly-done sequel series as well. Now, back to our regularly scheduled programme.

Previous Chapters



Dom was nervous. Not only was he going on his first date with Billy, he was going on his first date ever, and he was really trying to make an effort. After fobbing his mum off with a story about going to the pub with Lij, Dom had managed to get himself all dressed up without rousing too much suspicion. Billy was coming to pick him up at eight, and Dom had instructed him to wait in the car, as he couldn't exactly imagine his parents being thrilled about their youngest son dating his thirty-five year-old teacher.

Taking deep breaths as he watched the hands on his clock tick closer to the eight and the twelve, Dom wiped his sweaty hands on his loose-fitting trousers, then smoothed down his pale grey shirt. He'd actually made an effort with his hair, as well, and had nicked some of his brother's aftershave, desperately hoping he didn't smell like a prat.

At eight, Dom swallowed, grabbed his wallet and keys, and ran down the stairs, pulling his coat and scarf on and shouting a quick goodbye to his family before dashing outside, slamming the door behind him.

When he reached the car, Billy was waiting for him with a smile, and as soon as Dom was safely inside he pulled away from the curb. "Just for the record, I would have kissed you hello and opened your door for you, had we not had to worry about your parents," he explained. "And there are flowers in the backseat for you, but if you can't bring them home I'll put them in a vase for you at my flat and you can see them when you visit. And now I feel even more like a dirty old man, but it's worth it, because you look absolutely lovely, lad," he finished with a little grin, squeezing Dom's thigh gently as he came to a stop sign.

"Oh," Dom said, resting his hand on top of Billy's and linking their fingers together. "I, well, thank you very much. And I'm really sorry about my parents, I just...I will tell them. Just not now." Dom leant over to kiss Billy's cheek and nuzzled into his neck, not really thinking about it. "You look wonderful," Dom said, smiling against Billy's cheek.

"Thank you," Billy replied, his smile firmly plastered in place as Dom touched him. "I understand that you don't want to tell them just yet, lad; it's all right. It'll be easier when you're at uni and you're living alone, I'm sure. I hope you don't mind our choice of dining establishment this evening, either. It's a bit intimate, but I didn't want anyone from school or your parents friends bothering us."

"I don't mind intimate," Dom said quietly, smiling. "Intimate's rather nice, in fact."

"Well that's a relief," Billy replied as he went through a traffic light and then turned onto a small, residential street about halfway between the school and Dom's house. "Because here we are. Chez Boyd, a fine dining establishment. They're going for a third Michelin star, but the competition's tough this year."

"Oh," Dom said, grinning, surprised and delighted all at once. "I could've walked, I don't want to put you to any trouble. Have you cooked? I feel terrible, now. I didn't bring you anything."

Billy laughed and shook his head. "I'm a terrible cook, actually. I'd lie and told you I made it but that's no way to start a relationship, is it? It's all catered from that fancy Spanish place down the road. And it's no trouble, really. Come on in, I'll give you the grand tour," he teased, pulling into the small drive at one side of the little house and running around the car to open Dom's door for him. "Front garden," he began, gesturing expansively to the heavily landscaped little piece of land in front of the house and then walking quickly to the front door and unlocking it. "Much nicer in the summer when I'm not freezing my bollocks off. Here, in you get."

Doing as he was told, Dom stepped into the house and sighed happily at the smell. "It smells like you do," he said, clasping his hands behind his back and grinning as Billy shut the door. "May I kiss you, now?"

"I would like nothing more," Billy replied with a grin, slipping his arms around Dom's waist and gently holding Dom's wrists in his hands as he leaned forward, letting Dom initiate the kiss.

Stomach fluttering, Dom tentatively pressed his lips to Billy's with a little whimper, closing his eyes then stepping forward, so that his chest was against Billy's. "Is that all right?" he asked, pulling away for a moment and looking slightly apprehensive.

"Very all right," Billy replied with a smile. "Don't think so much. You want to kiss me; kiss me."

"I do want to kiss you," Dom said, working his wrists free of Billy's grip and cupping Billy's face in his hands. "You're brilliant at kissing." Dom felt Billy's breath on his lips and then moaned softly, licking his way into Billy's mouth enthusiastically.

"Mmm," Billy hummed, pressing against Dom as he kissed harder, letting him set the pace. When they pulled apart, Billy was grinning goofily yet again. "Selfishly, I like that I'm the only one you've kissed so that you have nothing to compare it to. I could be horrible at this, relatively speaking, but you'd have no idea," he teased.

"You're definitely not horrible at this," Dom said, shaking his head and kissing Billy again briefly, letting his hands drop to Billy's waist. "From what I've heard about Elijah's experiences, you're wonderful." Dom grinned and kissed Billy's cheek, then moved down to his neck, letting his hands wander as well. After about a minute of exploratory kissing, Dom surprised himself when he found he had two handfuls of Billy's arse, and he shivered. "Oh."

Billy giggled softly and nipped Dom's lower lip lightly with his teeth. "Found something, did you? You know, I would like to point out that Elijah's experiences probably involve sixteen year old girls, and in that regard I don't think you're missing very much," he joked, reaching up to unwind Dom's scarf from his neck and unbutton his coat. "C'mon, we've still got the rest of the tour to do before we eat. More kissing later, I promise."

"All right then," Dom agreed, blushing a little as Billy helped him off with his coat. "Your house is lovely, by the way. Very...you."

Billy smiled and hung Dom's coat up, then went to remove his own layers of winter wear. "On my good days I call it a house, on my bad days a flat, but I'm renting out the whole thing, so it's my own at least. Small but cosy. I like older houses, though I confess a lot of the kitchen and the plumbing and such is new. Also I normally have to warn people to duck because the doorways are a bit low, but neither of us really need to worry about that, do we?"

Dom laughed and shook his head. "Not really, no." He looked around and then took Billy's hand as he was led into another room. "I like the fact that there are books everywhere," he said with a little grin. "Like my bedroom."

"They were much less well organised, but I cleaned up a bit for you. Figured with the normal state of the place you'd run screaming," Billy admitted. "So this is the living area slash library. There's a view of the back patio there normally but of course it's dark now; there's another little garden there as well. Kitchen's through there, little loo under the stairs, and up here is my room." Taking Dom's hand, Billy led him up the narrow spiral staircase to a little landing with a bathroom and a closet on the front side and a closed door at the back. Billy pushed the door open and flipped the light switch on, bathing the room, which was done mostly in slate blue and cedar, in light.

Dom swallowed hard at the sight of the neatly made, yet still slightly rumpled bed, as well as Billy's suit jacket hanging over the back of a chair and other assorted oddments that just made the whole room even more Billy-esque.

"It's very nice," Dom said, blushing furiously as he thought of the two of them lying in that very bed together. "Cosy, like."

"A bit small, I know, but I like it," Billy explained with a shrug. "It works well for me. Well, come on down then. We've got all sorts of food warming, and someone's got to eat it. I even made a pitcher of sangria, and that I did all by my lonesome."

"You did? Thank you. I like sangria," Dom informed Billy, his eyes on Billy's arse as they went down the stairs.

"I thought French or Italian would be a bit predictable. And you are certainly an unpredictable bloke... plus I like Spanish food."

Smiling, Dom did a little bounce as he was led into the kitchen, hardly able to believe his luck. Billy had chosen him over Orlando...

"What else do you like?" he asked Billy, ever curious. "Anything. Food, colours, films..."

"Hmm," Billy considered, taking the foil containers out of the oven and unwrapping them, dishing red rice and enchiladas onto plates. "Films... I like Isabella Rosalini, um, Humphrey Bogart, all the Godfather films, I really like Truffeaut... my favourite colours are green and blue, favourite foods... French, Spanish, Italian... I like sushi a lot, too. What about you?"

"Anything with James Stewart in it," Dom answered immediately, blushing after he'd done so. "Um, I like 'Titanic' as well but my favourite is probably 'Dead Poets Society'. I'll eat anything and my favourite colours are green, orange, and, uh, pink."

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear the word 'Titanic' in conjunction with the word 'favourite,'" Billy muttered, taking the plates to the table. "Could you get the glass pitcher out of the fridge, please?"

"What's wrong with Titanic?" Dom asked, smiling as he tried to locate the fridge, making a triumphant noise when he did so and fetching the jug out. "I love Titanic."

"Leonardo Di Caprio," Billy began, ticking off on his fingers once he'd put the glasses out. "Bad dialogue - 'I'll never let go, Jack!'" he cooed in a high-pitched voice. "No real emotions to speak of. Completely unrealistic. Oh, did I mention it's four hours long?" He rolled his eyes and sat down, gesturing for Dom to do the same at the seat opposite him.

"Leonardo di Caprio, exactly my point," Dom said with a little grin. "And it's romantic, Billy. Oh! Have you ever seen 'Wilde'? That's wonderful."

"If Leo is your type, I'm giving up entirely, but yes, I've seen 'Wilde.' The scene with Jude Law and the den of iniquity... well... that's maybe not something I ought to be thinking about at the dinner table."

"Only when he was younger," Dom protested, blushing at the fact he'd just admitted to having a crush on Leonardo di Caprio like some kind of teenage girl, and at the thought of that particular scene. "Robbie Ross has a nice arse," he said, surprising himself. "Oh, um, sorry. Clearly I have no brain-to-mouth mechanism."

Billy laughed and shook his head. "I'm not disagreeing."

"Oh, well, good," Dom said, smiling as he poured them both a glass of sangria. "Thank you for all of this," he said, waving his hand about, trying to indicate the evening. "It's incredibly thoughtful of you."

"It's nothing," Billy replied dismissively. "I just wanted a chance to get to see you outside of all the trappings of school that we talked about. And incidentally, I was right. You are a different person here," he observed, reaching out across the table and brushing Dom's cheek briefly with his thumb.

Dom blushed and ducked his head, bringing his hand up to keep Billy's fingers next to his face. "I like you touching me," he said quietly, closing his eyes. "Am I really that different?"

Billy smiled and continued to caress Dom's cheek as he took a sip from his glass with the other hand. "Like night and day. Not that I didn't know there was more to you than the shyness right off the bat, but you seem so much more relaxed here. You're smiling more. More confident. It's good to see."

"Oh. Well, good." Dom sipped from his own glass and leant into Billy's hand, gazing intently at Billy's face across the table.

"What do you see?" Billy asked curiously, brushing a strand of Dom's hair back from his face. "When you look at me, I mean. What are you seeing?"

"You," Dom replied simply, as if that was the only obvious answer. Your eyes and your nose and...and your mouth."

"My mouth, is it?" Billy asked with an impish little grin.

"Bastard," Dom muttered, looking at the mouth in question and unintentionally licking his lips. "You have an incredible mouth."

"I'm not a bastard," Billy replied cheerfully, taking a bite of his food and nudging Dom's foot under the table. "I'm a jaded old man who finds it incredibly refreshing to be with someone who likes kissing so much."

"You're not jaded, or old," Dom corrected him, following suit and eating some of his own food and humming his approval. "But I do love kissing."

"Good. You know I think some of the most sensual writing that is exists is about kissing? A simple act, but there's something sexy in the subtlety. A lot of people miss that, I think."

At that, Dom flushed again and looked down at the table. "Give me an example," he murmured, eating some more rice.

"Well the most obvious is 'Romeo and Juliet,' I suppose," Billy replied. "Sin from your lips, etc etc. But I'm rather fond of Neruda... there's one poem, it's quite sad but there's a part I like - 'Cemetery of kisses, there is still fire in your tombs, still the fruited boughs burn, pecked at by birds. Oh the bitten mouth, oh the kissed limbs, oh the hungering teeth, oh the entwined bodies. Oh the mad coupling of hope and force in which we merged and despaired.' It's rather sensual, like."

Suddenly aroused, (although that really was no surprise) Dom leant across the table and grabbed the back of Billy's neck, bringing their mouths together and kissing him soundly.

Billy in turn let out a startled noise, but he didn't stop him, bracing one hand on the table instead and letting Dom kiss him until they broke apart with swollen lips and gasping breaths.

"Jesus," Billy muttered to himself as Dom grinned across the table at him, cutting another piece of enchilada free apparently just to give his hands something to do. "You really are carrying a lot of passion bottled up in there, aren't you?"

"Yes," Dom admitted, sipping his sangria and smiling, a little bit embarrassed by his eagerness. "They way you say things, though, it just makes me want to..."

"Good," Billy replied with a smile, cutting him off. "I like it when you lose control a bit. It's sexy."

"I'm not sexy," Dom whispered, staring at the table and clasping one of his hands over one of his ears subconsciously, which had always embarrassed him.

"I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to strongly disagree with that statement," Billy replied, taking another bite of his food and openly tracing Dom's features with his eyes when Dom looked up at him again. "So many things I'd like to show you, my wee eromenos."

"You're most welcome to," Dom replied, meeting Billy's gaze for a few brief seconds before looking away again.

Billy smiled, rubbing Dom's knee gently under the table with his hand. "All in good time."

~*~

"Oh, God, Billy, that's...don't stop doing that," Dom groaned, flinging his arm onto the back of the settee and clinging onto the upholstery for support as Billy did something particularly fantastic involving his tongue and Dom's throat.

Fortunately, Billy decided to heed his request, and continued licking and sucking as his hand gently kneaded the inside of Dom's thigh. After dinner, they had moved to the living room to talk and drink some more sangria, but somehow that had turned into Dom lying against one arm of the settee with his legs spread shamelessly wide while Billy lay between them, making short work of any skin he could reach.

"Fuck," Dom gasped as Billy shifted, the movement inadvertently pressing his thigh up against Dom's crotch. "Oh, fucking hell, that feels so good, Billy, I'm so...ah, Christ, so glad it's you..."

"You are quite possibly the single most inspirational human being I've ever had the pleasure of knowing," Billy murmured, tugging down Dom's collar and scraping his teeth over Dom's collarbone. "The sounds you make..."

Dom flushed bright red and flung an arm over his face, trying very hard not to do anything that would eternally mortify him. "I just...you're so...God, how do you know where to touch me?"

"Ah, brilliant thing about homosexuality, see," Billy teased, dragging his thumb up over Dom's hipbone and biting just under his ear.

"Oh," Dom gasped, a few beads of sweat gathering around his temples. "My God, Billy, that's incredible, please don't stop, God, please..."

"Who said anything about stopping?" Billy whispered, his finger pressing a bit harder at Dom's hip and his other hand snaking its way up under Dom's shirt in the front while he sucked at Dom's earlobe. "I've got a beautiful boy a quivering mess underneath me, no way in hell I'm stopping unless that's what you want."

"No, no, God, no," Dom protested, shaking his head and moving his hips in what he hoped was a subtle manner. "I, oh, I..."

"Don't worry," Billy murmured, rubbing his hand in soothing circles on Dom's chest under his shirt. "Not stopping."

"Thank fuck," Dom gasped, pulling Billy down for yet another messy kiss. "Don't think I've ever sworn this much in one night before."

Billy laughed and licked his own lips, reaching up to rub a nipple with his thumb. "You're so turned on, aren't you Dominic?" he whispered against Dom's lips as he let his hand ghost from Dom's hip over his crotch, applying pressure with the heel of his hand.

"Oh, fuck!" Dom shouted, his spine arching off the sofa cushions. "Oh, fuck, Billy, if you don't...I'm going to...oh, fuck, fuck, fuck."

Billy grinned absolutely evilly and curled his fingers around the outline of Dom's cock, kneading as he nibbled and sucked Dom's neck until there was no hope of holding back. "Gorgeous," he murmured in Dom's ear. "So gorgeous, my lovely muse..."

"Oh, God!" As he came, Dom let out a series of high-pitched moans, his eyes flying open so he could look at Billy as he let his orgasm overtake him completely. "Oh God, Billy, Billy, oh fuck-" Dom shuddered again and cried out raggedly, glancing down and then turning scarlet when he saw the damp patch through his trousers.

"Holy fucking hell I never need to fantasise again," Billy muttered, smashing his lips against Dom's even as Dom continued to shake and shiver underneath him. "I am complete."

Dom just made a pathetic little noise and kissed Billy gently, turning onto his side then tucking himself into Billy, still kissing him.

"You're lovely," Billy murmured against Dom's lips, continuing to kiss him slowly as they cuddled up against each other. "Absolutely lovely, and so pure, and perfect, and... I'm just so glad you're here."

"Me too," Dom whispered, his eyes bright as he looked at Billy. "I've never felt more...in the moment. Right here, with you...I'm just exactly where I need to be."

~*~

"All packed and ready to go, then?" Billy asked as Dom stepped through his front door, a few days before his train to Oxford. "Don't let me forget that I have those trousers I washed for you that first night. Your mum never figured out that the ones you were wearing weren't yours, did she?"

Dom blushed and smiled. "No. I told her that they were 'Lijah's and that he'd spilt some beer on me in the pub and his mum was washing my trousers for me. Not that she asked, like, but still." He undid his scarf and then held it in his hands, stepping closer to Billy shyly. "I'm...I'm going to miss you when I'm down there. You'll ring, and write and maybe...maybe come and visit me? You can show me all the good places to go."

"Of course," Billy promised, leaning down and kissing Dom's lips. "Whenever I can get a weekend off. But you tell me whenever you don't want me to come, all right? I don't want you missing out on the full university experience because you're spending too much time with your ancient boyfriend. I'd never forgive myself."

"I think I'll always want to spend time with you," Dom said solemnly, taking Billy's hands in his. "You're fascinating. Not to mention incredibly sexy, as well."

"Still," Billy argued, squeezing Dom's hands. "It's important you make friends your own age as well, too. Spread your wings a bit. But I promise I'll visit lots."

"Good. Kiss me?"

"Of course." Billy smiled and leaned down, kissing Dom gently at first and then a little more insistently, stepping backwards until Dom's back was against the wall. "What did you want to do tonight? We could watch a film if you want, or I could teach you some more chess moves."

"Um, you know I haven't, uh..." Dom flushed and looked down at the floor. "I haven't seen your bedroom since the uh...since the tour and we could, um, well..."

Billy grinned and nodded. "All right then," he agreed. "Why don't you give me this?" he suggested, taking Dom's scarf and reaching for his coat, "and this. You go on up; I'll bring us something to drink."

"Um, okay," Dom said, his throat suddenly dry. He pecked Billy on the cheek then ran upstairs, looking back down at Billy once he got halfway and grinning, then dashing up again.

Billy's bedroom was pretty much as it had been the last time he'd seen it, and Dom looked around, noticing the small bookshelf near Billy's bed and sitting on the edge, looking through the titles. There were a few popular novels, which made Dom smile - not all academic, apparently – and a few volumes of poetry, plus some non-fiction books and even a few magazines. He was flipping through the articles when he heard a cough from the doorway and looked up, blushing, at Billy, who was lounging casually against the doorframe and looking absolutely decadent, the top buttons of his shirt undone and his eyes fixed unabashedly on Dom.

"I thought about a bottle of wine, but I have enough trouble resisting you sober, so..." Smiling, he held up two glasses of cloudy lemonade.

Dom was completely torn. On the one hand was a sudden burning need to be underneath Billy again, and on the other there was cloudy lemonade. "Ngh," he said instead, biting his lip. "I..."

Billy laughed and walked over to the side of the bed, putting the glasses on the nightstand and then sitting next to Dom, brushing his hand over Dom's cheek. "You're so lovely when you get flustered," he murmured, brushing his lips lightly from the corner of Dom's mouth over his cheek and then up to his ear, where he drew the lobe lightly between his teeth.

"Oh," Dom murmured. Looked like being underneath Billy had won out after all. "Would you, uh...I'd like to be...would you go on top of me, perhaps?"

"Go on top of you?" Billy grinned and scooted back a bit while Dom removed his shoes and then slid back on the bed, but stopped him before he could turn, instead pushing him gently down by the shoulders to lay on his back across the bed sideways. "You're so lovely and innocent. I'm an evil, evil man, but I can't help but want to corrupt you."

"Oh, please do," Dom said, smiling shyly, a blush rising on his cheeks. "Really, I'm not complaining. Your bed's very comfortable, by the way."

Billy laughed and bent down to kiss Dom, shifting so that he was straddling Dom's legs. "I splurged on a nice mattress when I moved here. I taught in Glasgow for nearly ten years before this, and my bed was the shittiest thing... Maggie, that's my sister, she said I'd earned it."

"Oh, I'm sure you had," Dom said, wrapping his arms around Billy's waist and squeezing. "You feel so nice," he moaned, kissing Billy's neck, moving down to his chest. "You've such strong arms."

Billy laughed again and then moaned quietly, propping himself up on his elbows and letting Dom's mouth explore at will. "That's good, lad," he murmured encouragingly.

Pleased with himself, Dom beamed and then went back to his task, licking Billy's skin gently then kissing it some more. "You taste wonderful, too." He nuzzled into Billy's neck, smiling. "Like nectar."

Billy giggled and shifted one arm so that he could twirl his fingers in Dom's hair. "Billy-nectar?"

"Yeah," Dom said, giggling and blushing a little, although he wasn't sure why. "Can I, uh...?" he looked up at Billy questioningly, fiddling with the buttons of his shirt.

"Go ahead," Billy replied, smiling and kissing one of Dom's blushing cheeks, then his neck. "You want me on my back?"

"Yeah, it's probably best," Dom said, his voice hoarse as he wriggled underneath Billy a bit and kissed the underside of his chin.

"All right," Billy agreed, shrugging his shirt off of his shoulders once Dom had unbuttoned it and then rolling to his back, pulling Dom with him. "Do what you will with me," he declared dramatically, throwing his arms out to either side of his body and grinning.

"Oh, yes," Dom groaned, his eyes going wide as his hands roamed over Billy's chest, his mouth following their pattern. He threw his leg over Billy's waist and pushed his hips down, then bent his head and licked Billy's nipple, biting it sharply.

"Oh Christ!" Billy shouted, and Dom immediately sat up, frowning and then blushing.

"I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean... Elijah just told me I should let out my 'inner beast' more, so I thought I'd try, with you, um... I won't do it again, promise."

"What? Jesus, no," Billy objected, tugging Dom back down. "That was fucking gorgeous, lad, I'm not complaining. In fact, feel how little I'm complaining," he suggested, taking Dom's hand and placing it over the hardening bulge at the front of his trousers. "Do it again."

"OhGod," Dom gasped, squeezing appreciatively and then doing as instructed, nipping with his teeth then licking and biting again.

"Fuck," Billy muttered, his head falling back and his eyes falling shut. "You gorgeous little devil... hey, wait!" he suddenly exclaimed, sitting halfway up again and giving Dom a suspicious look. "Why was Elijah telling you to let out your inner beast? Is there something I should know?"

"No!" Dom said, flushing and letting his jaw drop open, "we were just um, talking hypothetically and he said I needed to calm down a bit and uh...be a bit more, well..."

Billy laughed and nodded. "Okay. Just checking. He's right - please, continue."

"All right," Dom said, smiling and rubbing Billy's prick through his trousers. "Fuck. Have I...Have I really done that?"

"Well it most certainly wasn't the bloke down the road," Billy teased, groaning as Dom continued to massage his erection. "God, that's really nice, lad."

"Ohhh," Dom whispered, leaning down and pressing his mouth against Billy's neck. "I want to...I want to use my mouth on you," he murmured, very embarrassed. "I don't know how, though."

"Oh my... I really have died and gone to heaven, haven't I?" Billy whispered, as if to himself. "If you really want to, lad, I'll help you. But are you sure?"

"More than anything," Dom replied, nodding.

"All right, lad. How about you sit at the edge of the bed, here, and I'll stand up? It'll be more comfortable for you that way."

"All right," Dom said quietly, clearing his throat and kissing Billy's shoulder before sitting back on his heels. "I'm sorry if it's...not very good, but…"

"Lad, it'd be very difficult to make it bad, I promise. As long as you don't bite me, you're fine. Just do what feels comfortable, okay?" Billy suggested, sliding out from underneath Dom and standing beside the bed facing him, unzipping his trousers and then leaning down to kiss Dom's lips.

Whimpering, Dom kissed Billy back, trying to get rid of some of his nerves. His hands fumbled with Billy's boxers before he managed to push them down, tapping Billy's legs, urging him to step out of the tangled clothes at his feet. "Oh, God, I'm so lucky," Dom groaned, wrapping his fingers slowly around Billy's prick, his eyes drinking in the sight of Billy naked.

"You're going to inflate my ego, love," Billy teased, sighing happily as Dom inexpertly gave him a few strokes.

"Don't see any reason why it shouldn't be inflated," Dom mumbled, looking up at Billy then leaning forward, licking the head of Billy's cock with the flat of his tongue.

"Mmm... God, you're so... beautiful isn't even the word," Billy babbled, reaching forward to stroke the side of Dom's face. "It isn't strong enough. I need to sketch you before you leave, so that I have something to look at when you're away."

"Sketch me?" Dom breathed, "really? I..."

"Yes," Billy replied simply, stroking Dom's hair. "I want to sketch you the way I see you."

"Oh, well," Dom said, blushing. "I'll uh..." he settled for not talking after that and licked Billy's cock several times, squeezing with his hand and rubbing his thumb over the head.

The noises coming out of Billy's mouth after a moment were most encouraging, even as Dom fumbled a bit with his hands and licked messily with his whole tongue, not really making any attempts at a clear rhythm or pattern. "Ohhh... Dominic..."

"Is it good?" Dom asked, biting his lip and holding Billy's hips with his hands.

"Oh, yes," Billy agreed, rubbing his thumb over Dom's bottom lip. "Is it all right for you? Can you... can you keep going?"

Smiling, Dom nodded eagerly and closed his lips around the head of Billy's cock, sucking gently and then looking up for Billy's reaction.

"Oh yeah," Billy moaned. "Like that, that's good. Harder if you can, lad."

Harder? Dom thought, but doing as requested and hollowing his cheeks as he sucked.

"Oh fuck," Billy gasped. "That's... Dom, if you don't want... I'm not going to be able to take much of that," he finally admitted, his hand tightening in Dom's hair. "Too bloody good."

Heart fluttering, Dom tried to smile and then gave up on it, trying to take Billy in further instead, keeping up his hard suction.

Billy let out a little whimpering noise in the back of his throat in response to that, but when Dom tried to go further down he felt a tickle in his throat and started coughing, pulling back immediately and looking a bit embarrassed.

"Hey, it's okay," Billy cooed gently, rubbing Dom's back lightly as he finished his coughing fit. "Happens to the best of us. Do you want a turn now?" he asked, kneeling in front of Dom and gesturing to the obvious erection underneath his fly.

"I want...I want to make you feel good," Dom whispered, kissing Billy's cheek. "Like you did for me that first night. I was horribly selfish."

"You weren't," Billy objected. "You were lovely. I get pleasure from seeing you take pleasure. I just don't want you to do things you're not ready for," he explained.

"I've waited nearly twenty years," Dom growled, falling back on the bed and pulling Billy on top of him. "I'm ready for anything."

Billy laughed and pressed his teeth to Dom's neck, nibbling lightly. "Still, I don't want you to have any regrets. Tell me something... you don't have to answer, but have you always known you were gay?"

"Ever since I read Dorian Gray..." Dom said, blushing and smiling slightly. "And no regrets, I promise. "It's you."

"Oscar would be proud," Billy teased, tugging Dom's shirt over his head and dropping it on the floor next to the bed, immediately pressing his lips to Dom's bare shoulder. "Why then, just out of curiosity, did you never go to Canal Street? Isn't that what most gay boys your age in Manchester end up doing?"

"It's not really...me, is it?" Dom asked, shivering as Billy kissed his shoulder again. "Can you imagine me wearing a vest and rubbing myself up against strangers all night? I wanted...someone special." He turned his head and planted a warm kiss on Billy's lips. "And I found him."

Billy smiled against Dom's lips and pressed their bodies tightly together, his hands roaming Dom's bare chest and stomach, dipping below the waistband of his trousers. "I was never much for dance clubs, either," he admitted. "Tell me what you want," he whispered in Dom's ear, opening the button of his fly. "What do you want me to do to you?"

"I want..." Dom flushed and swallowed, wrapping his fingers around Billy's wrists, "I want you inside me. I've never...never done anything like it before though, so you'll have to, you know, uh..."

"Dominic," Billy replied, his voice very clear as he caught Dom's eye. "Are you sure that's what you want? If it is, don't worry, I'll take my time, but we're not doing this unless you're positive you're ready. Not because you think it's what I want, or what other people do, but because you honestly want it. If that's not true right now, then we'll wait, okay? I've got plenty of time."

"God, Billy, I do want it. So much. If...if you're uncomfortable, I suppose we could, um..."

"Uncomfortable?" Billy asked, frowning.

"I mean, if you don't want to, I could always..."

"Don't want to?" Billy asked, and then started laughing. "Lad, you have no idea how much I want this. How much I've thought about it... for longer than you had any clue, I'm sure. I just want it to be something you enjoy, and aren't unsure about. It will be more pleasurable that way."

"How long?" Dom asked, his breath becoming ragged, "tell me."

"I shouldn't," Billy dithered, "it's not... it was while you were still my student, Dominic. But I hope you know I wouldn't have ever acted on it then. It was only a fantasy."

"I know that," Dom said, twisting his head so that Billy could see his eyes, which he was certain were dilated, "now tell me, please."

"It was... well, it was about a month in, I believe. You had intrigued me since that first day, when you were sulking and despondent but you mentioned Dorian Gray and I couldn't help but be curious about you. The first time I let myself think of you in a more intimate way was one night here, when I was reading your essay about subversion and twentieth century poetry." Billy laughed, shaking his head as he ran a finger down Dom's sternum, stopping at his navel. "I suppose your intellect seduced me, lad. I started thinking about what I could show you... things like this," he admitted, catching Dom's eye for a long moment and then sliding down, letting the tip of his tongue trace the path his finger had just taken and then dip into Dom's navel, pressing gently.

"Ahhh!" Dom cried out when Billy swirled his tongue around, gasping and moaning when Billy saw fit to continue. "Oh, God, Billy, that's so...so good. When you read my essay...what did you think about? When you started seeing me differently?"

"I started reading between the lines," Billy explained, slowly undoing Dom's fly and pushing his trousers down his hips when Dom lifted them. "There was a passion evident in your writing that doesn't always come out in lessons... a dedication, I suppose, a drive. I started imagining what you would look like underneath me, moving to the rhythm of that passion inside you... I imagined you might be a little wild, innocent but untamed. Incidentally, I haven't been disappointed," he added with a little mischievous grin, pushing his tongue once more into Dom's navel and pressing, cupping his palm over Dom's erection through his boxers as the sensation jumped effortlessly into Dom's cock and provoked a violent shiver.

"My God," Dom groaned, trailing his arms up the bed until he was able to cling onto the headboard, his knuckles turning white. "Oh, Billy, fuck, I'm so..."

"I know, love," Billy whispered against Dom's skin, pressing his open mouth to Dom's erection through the cloth. "It's good. You're all nice and relaxed, it's going to be so good..."

"Oh, Billy, please," Dom whimpered, arching his hips off the bed slightly. "Please, please, you're so beautiful, I want you so much..."

"That's a good lad," Billy cooed. "Now spread your legs for me, sweetheart," he urged, sliding Dom's boxers down his legs and then sliding off the bed to go and rummage in a drawer.

Whimpering, Dom did as he was told, following Billy with his eyes. "Billy, please," he whinged when Billy stopped to admire him for a moment, rocking his hips slightly as if he could get the friction he needed from thin air.

"God," Billy breathed, kneeling on the bed between Dom's legs and laying a tube next to his right knee, running his hands up and down Dom's thighs to warm them. "Bloody gorgeous. Want to draw you like this."

"Go on, then," Dom groaned, stroking Billy's hair gently and gazing intently at him. "I want you to see me like this. Just you. No-one else."

Billy smiled and bent down, pressing a kiss to Dom's chest and then looking back up at him. "Really? You don't mind?" When Dom shook his head, he beamed and ran over to his desk, grabbing a small sketchpad, a pencil, and the reading glasses he always wore at school, and pulling a chair up beside the bed. "It'll only take a minute, promise I'll be right back with you, I just... God, you're lovely," he muttered, pencil flying on the page as his eyes flicked from Dom to the pad and back again. "Will you touch yourself for me, love? I want to watch you. See what you like."

"Oh," Dom whispered, a blush staining his cheeks then creeping down to his chest and up to his ears. "I...all right." He swallowed and reached down, taking hold of his cock and pulling slowly, breathing out, allowing the sound of Billy's pencil on the paper to calm him. Once he was relaxed, he changed his pace from slow to quick then back again.

"Lovely," Billy murmured, a bit distractedly, sketching quickly as if Dom weren't even in the room, looking more like he was stuck in some personal fantasy than actually taking part in what he was drawing.

After a few minutes, Billy finally put down the pen and pad, as well as his glasses, and Dom realised his eyes were glazed over and decidedly... hungry.

"Keep going," Billy ordered when Dom's hand started to slow, reaching for the abandoned tube. "That's it, lad... just like when you're alone..."

"Am I...Am I doing this all right?" Dom asked, continuing with his movements as Billy came closer.

"There is no right way, lad. Does it feel good?" Billy asked, squeezing a bit of the liquid in the tube onto his hands and rubbing them together.

"Yes, Dom said, nodding. "Would you kiss me?"

"Of course," Billy agreed, leaning down and pressing his lips to Dom's, slipping his tongue inside when they parted. With one hand he joined Dom's on his cock, transferring a bit of the lubricant to Dom's hand to make it easier, and then trailed one finger down Dom's thigh, near the join of his legs. "Is there anything you need?" he murmured against Dom's lips.

"You inside me," Dom whimpered, kissing Billy again. "Please, Billy, I want you so much..."

"All right, love. Just relax, okay? I'm going to open you up a bit."

"Okay," Dom whispered, doing his best to breathe slowly and deeply. "Will it hurt?"

"This part shouldn't," Billy replied. "When I'm inside you it will be like a stretch, might burn a little, but it shouldn't hurt if I take my time now. Which I'm going to," he added, smiling reassuringly and circling Dom's hole slowly with his index finger.

"Oh, Billy, God," Dom groaned, wrapping his hand around Billy's upper arm, "Oh, Christ, it's...it's going to be so good..."

"That's it, love," Billy whispered, kissing Dom's chest and abdomen gently as he pressed the tip of one finger inside. "Just relax for me, keep your hand moving on your cock. Think about how good that feels."

"It feels wonderful, Bill," Dom murmured, closing his eyes and shoving his face into the pillow, inhaling the smell of Billy that was there. "Oh my God, I'm so glad I'm with you, so glad..."

"You're doing perfect for me. Just a little more now." Sucking gently on the point of Dom's hipbone, Billy pushed his finger the rest of the way in, giving Dom a moment to get used to the feeling and then curling gently, as if he were searching for something.

Dom shrieked and arched off the bed, his mouth and eyes wide open in shock and lust and want. "What the fuck, oh, just, do that again!" Dom writhed and arched underneath Billy, trying to hit that spot again.

"Don't suppose you've found that before, have you?" Billy muttered with a little grin, rubbing more purposefully over the spot this time. "My little wildcat."

"Oh God, Billy, Billy, Billy, that's just...amazing...I can't...Christ!" Dom moved his hands off his cock when it started to leak and arched his back again, moaning incoherently.

"Jesus," Billy groaned, sliding a second finger inside and twisting both to open Dom up more. "Good, isn't it? You need it so badly you're about to come, aren't you? God, that's hot."

"I...Billy, oh God, I need it...I don't think I can.."

"That's my lad. How does it feel? Not too tight?" Billy asked, curling both his fingers again and moving up to suck one of Dom's nipples between his teeth.

"Shit!" Dom fisted his hands in the sheets and shot off the bed so hard that he chest smacked into Billy's nose. "Oh, Billy, fuck - ahhhh, God! - I'm so sorry, so sorry...Christ that's amazing..."

Billy laughed and reached up with one hand to rub his nose. "Maybe a little less enthusiasm there, wildcat, unless you want me to put you on a lead," he teased, holding Dom's chest down with his hand before he went back to what he was doing with his mouth.

Dom moaned and started panting for breath, feeling absolutely incredible. "Fuck, Billy, you've...that name, I, oh, God..." Dom rested his hand on top of Billy's then linked their fingers together. "You're the most wonderful...oh, the most wonderful person I know...and I...Christ! Oh, that's so good, so good...I don't think I can imagine a...a future without you, oh my God! Yes! There!"

If Billy was surprised by Dom's sudden confession, he didn't let on, and instead just continued scraping his teeth over Dom's nipple, carefully wiggling a third finger inside as he squeezed Dom's hand with the other. "Gorgeous, gorgeous lad," he murmured. "You're doing brilliantly, almost ready I think."

"That feels fucking amazing," Dom groaned, pushing down onto Billy's fingers and squeezing his hand back. "I'm – just..." He closed his eyes and moaned at the feel of Billy's fingers inside him and Billy's teeth on his chest and the smell of Billy all round him. "You're – please, Billy, I need you."

"All right, lad," Billy agreed, moving up again to kiss Dom long and slow, his fingers still moving inside, until he finally drew them out and pulled back, breathing heavily, reaching for the condom he'd apparently dropped on the bed with the lubricant when Dom was distracted. "Unless you're very flexible, you'd better turn over on your stomach, lad. It'll be more comfortable for your first time."

"All right," Dom whispered, kissing Billy again then wrapping his arms around Billy's chest and squeezing tightly. He pushed his face into Billy's neck and kissed the skin there, licking gently. "I think I'm in..."

"Shhh," Billy murmured, returning his hand to Dom's cock for a few more strokes once the condom was on and lubricated. "You're all right, lad. Look at me, my little wildcat, that's it." Billy smiled warmly when Dom met his eyes and rubbed their noses gently together. "I'm right here. Feel me."

"Oh, Billy," Dom sighed, "Bill, God, please, I can't..."

"Shh, lad. You're all right," he whispered, taking his hand away from Dom's cock and brushing his cheek with the back of his hand instead. "Can you roll over on your stomach for me, please?"

Dom nodded and did as requested, laying his head on his arms. "Is there anything else I'll, uh, need to do?"

"You'll need to relax and enjoy yourself," Billy replied, kissing the back of Dom's neck and grabbing a couple of spare pillows to tuck under Dom's hips. "Still feel good?" he asked, pushing his thumbs inside and gently pulling apart.

"Oh, yes," Dom whispered, nodding, biting down hard on his lip. "You can..."

"All right, lad. Just breathe for me," Billy coached, pressing one more kiss to Dom's nape and then very slowly pushing inside, stopping when the head of his cock passed the tightest ring of muscle.

Dom let out a long, low groan as Billy pushed into him, his hands fisting in the sheets. "I thought it would hurt," he murmured, screwing his eyes shut.

"Doesn't hurt?" Billy asked, his lips still against Dom's neck and a smile audible in his tone as he slowly moved forward again, reaching under Dom to gently rub his stomach.

"Oh, fuck, that's nice," Dom moaned, arching his back slightly and then shaking his head. "Just...burns. Like you said it would."

"Your body will open up a bit more as I move," Billy promised. "Here," he suggested, pausing about halfway inside and reaching for the lube, drizzling some down the cleft of Dom's arse and onto his cock. "This will help." Tossing the lube aside again, he took a hold of Dom's hip with one hand and slowly pushed the rest of the way inside, until his chest was against Dom's back and his chin rested on Dom's shoulder.

"You're so gentle," Dom whispered, turning his head awkwardly until he was able to look at Billy. "Does it feel good?"

"Feels bloody incredible," Billy corrected, shifting the hand on Dom's hip to the bed so that he could use the other hand to cup Dom's face, kissing him gently. "You're so tight."

"And that's good?" Dom asked, kissing Billy again.

"Oh yes," Billy agreed. "Very good. Think how it feels when you stroke yourself, when you tighten your fist. It's like that," he explained, thrusting slowly in and out a few times as he spoke.

"Oh. Right," Dom said, moaning at a particularly penetrating thrust. "This feels wonderful, Billy, I'm so...oh, just...yes..."

"You like it like that, do you?" Billy asked, thrusting a bit harder again. "Like it deep? My dirty little wildcat," he whispered in Dom's ear. "That's so lovely."

"Oh, fuck," Dom gasped, rubbing his cock over the pillows under his hips, moaning into his arms. "When you say things like that, I just can't..."

"I know, sweetheart. You look so good. I'm going to let you come so soon, Dominic, just let me enjoy you a little longer. Let me indulge myself."

"Anything, anything for you," Dom murmured into the mattress, frowning and then crying out as Billy pushed in again. "Oh, Billy."

"Thank you, lad," Billy muttered against Dom's shoulder, not thrusting hard enough to hurt Dom but definitely enough to rattle him a little, their upper bodies still pressed tightly together. After a moment, he started nibbling at Dom's ear, his hand drifting back to hold Dom's hip and brace them.

"Oh...Oh...Oh," Dom groaned, pushing down onto Billy's cock. "This is the most incredible…"

Billy squeezed his hip gently and then moved his hand around to grasp Dom's cock, tugging steadily in a rhythm that wasn't quite what he used on himself but very close. "Whenever you're ready, lad," Billy encouraged, kissing his neck.

"No, Billy, I want you to...to come," Dom protested, closing his fingers around Billy's wrist. "Carry on. I can...I can wait." He smiled and kissed Billy chastely. "I think."

Billy laughed and pressed their lips together again, obstinately continuing to stroke against the efforts of Dom's hand to stop him. "No, lad. I'm ready," he clarified. "I'll come when you do. Trust me, it'll feel bloody amazing for me that way."

"What? You..." Dom's back arched and he whimpered when Billy's thumb stroked over the head of his cock. "Oh, Billy, are you...are you sure?"

"Pretty bloody positive, lad," Billy replied with another, slightly strained laugh, pulling almost all the way out and thrusting hard for emphasis. "Come on, wildcat. Come for me."

"Jesus!" Dom shouted, clenching around Billy's cock then shuddering and groaning incoherently as he came, his head falling forward. "Oh, Billy, oh Bill, fuck..."

"Ohh," Billy moaned, pushing a few more times into Dom's body as he gripped the sheets and lay bonelessly shivering. "That's... that's... ah!" he gasped, biting Dom's shoulder before his hips finally stilled. "Jesus Christ," he whispered, his grip softening as his dry hand stroked Dom's hip and side.

"Oh, Billy, Christ alive..." Dom sighed, lying heavy and useless on the bed. "You are, without a doubt, the most wonderful man in the world."

Billy laughed and kissed Dom's hair. "Nonsense. I hate to admit this, but any other man could have done just that for you. I'm simply lucky."

"No," Dom protested, reaching back and stroking Billy's thigh. "No, they couldn't have. No-one else would have been so gentle, or caring, or...or bloody sexy." He blushed and giggled, hiding his face in one hand. "I'm so glad I'm here."

Billy smiled and kissed Dom's ear, stroking his hair and shifting onto one side, pulling Dom with him so that they were spooning with Billy still inside him. "I love your laugh," Billy murmured, his lips against Dom's earlobe.

"I love your...everything," Dom replied, sighing happily and clutching Billy's hands.

"Dominic, can I... maybe this is a silly question, but with you going away I want to be sure of what you want. Do you want this to be exclusive, is what I'm asking. At the risk of sounding like a complete div," he joked, squeezing Dom's hands, "would you like to be my boyfriend?"

"Yes," Dom replied hurriedly, a little breathless, "A thousand times yes, Billy."

Billy laughed and kissed his neck. "Thank you, Scarlet," he teased. "No, really. Thank you."

Dom blushed and turned his head to kiss Billy, rubbing their noses together. "We can write and I'll be able to tell all of my new friends about you. It'll be very romantic. May I use your phone?"

"My phone?" Billy asked, looking a bit confused as he gently pulled out of Dom and removed the condom.

"Yeah," Dom replied, sighing as Billy disengaged your bodies. "Oh, I miss that already. But, um...would it be all right for me to, uh, stay, perhaps? I don't want to go home tonight. Not after...this."

"Of course," Billy replied gently, smiling as he got rid of the condom and wiped his hand, and then sitting back down and kissing Dom's jaw. "You're more than welcome to stay."

"Thank you," Dom said sincerely, smiling and then reaching over to Billy's bedside table for the phone, dialling his home number.

"Mam?"

"Oh, hello, Dominic," his mother said from the other side of the phone, "anything I can do for you?"

"Um, yeah, I'm crashing at Lij's tonight. We've, uh, had a bit to drink and I don't fancy walking home." Dom turned over and tucked his face into Billy's neck, trying to get as close as possible.

"You don't want your father to come and fetch you?"

"Nah, it's alright, really. Mrs. Wood doesn't mind." Dom grinned at Billy and touched their noses together before returning his face to Billy's neck.

"Are you certain? It really is no-"

"No, mam, really. He hasn't started packing yet anyway, I'm going to help him."

"Oh, all right then. See you in the morning?"

"I'll be home about eleven-ish, something like that. Love you."

"Bye, son."

"Bye." Dom clicked the phone off and kissed Billy's chest. "Alright if I ring Lij?"

"Have I mentioned that I'm going to hell?" Billy mumbled, nuzzling into Dom's neck before nodding his assent.

"I'm going to tell them soon, Billy, I promise. I just...it didn't go down well when I told them I was gay, that's all, and well...soon. Anyway, I'm a big boy now and I'm staying with you whether they like it or not." Dom sighed and threw his leg over Billy's waist, getting as close as possible. "And they'll get used to it."

"Oh," Billy replied quietly. "I didn't know that. But... well you are an adult, so that's between you and them. I'll support whatever you choose to do."

"And I'm choosing you," Dom replied with a warm smile, more confident about his decision than he ever had been about anything. He dialled Elijah's number and rubbed Billy's bottom lip with his index finger, giggling when Billy nipped it.

"Lij! If mam rings, I'm at your house, alright?"

"What?"

"If mam rings, I'm at yours and we're packing for Oxford. Understand?"

"Wait...you're not at home?"

"No."

"And you're not here..."

Dom sighed. "No."

"You're getting laid!"

"Lijah, I am not." I'm making love.

"Oh my God, you so are, man! It's not Bloom is it?"

"Fuck off, no. Now I'll speak to you soon, Lij, just be convincing, alright?"

"But!" Dom cut Elijah off in mid-squawk.

"You didn't hear any of that, did you?"

"For future reference," Billy replied with a little grin, kissing Dom's temple and pointing to a button on the phone, "this is the speaker volume. And if Orlando's name comes up one more time in this context I'm going to get an inferiority complex."

"Orlando can go and fuck himself," Dom said cheerfully, climbing on top of Billy and kissing him soundly. "Oh God, I'm so happy."

Billy laughed and wrapped his arms around Dom's waist. "Okay, ego is back and in place then. You're so lovely, do you know that? You were lovely before, but now... seeing you smile like that makes my week, possibly my month."

Dom blushed, but his grin just spread wider and he bent down to give Billy a kiss. "I love being like this with you. I never thought that anything could be as good as this."

"Better, even," Billy replied with a smile, "though I'm hard pressed at the moment to think how."

Giggling, Dom climbed off Billy then shifted to lie next to him, eyes widening when he caught sight of the still-not-drunk cloudy lemonade. "Did you get this in specially?" he asked, blushing as he had a sip and then offered his glass to Billy.

"Aye," Billy replied, looking a little sheepish as he took a sip. "I should get some more ice, it's all melted."

"It's perfect," Dom said, taking another sip then pressing his lips gently to Billy's. "Much like you and your thoughtful, sexy self."

"Right back at you," Billy teased, tugging Dom close and kissing his neck. "Times a few hundred million, love. Give or take. Now come on. Let's go and fix our lemonade."