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One.
Billy supposes it’s the way Dominic moves. Languid is the word that comes to mind, although he desperately wishes words that make him think of Dominic's lithe body moving and mewling beneath him wouldn’t spring to mind so easily.

Lithe.

Dammit. Dominic is a student and this line of thought completely unethical, he reminds himself. Focus on the lecture, which is hard because Dominic has just slipped off his sandals and stretched out his legs, sliding down in his seat and giving him a look that burns. Billy quite forgets what was so interesting about existentialism in the first place.

Two.
Ever since he’d taken his first philosophy course, Dominic has nurtured this crush—sought Boyd out, volunteered for projects, visited during office hours—anything to get close.

And he has learned many things. Not much philosophy, but fascinating things nonetheless. Things like knowing the good Professor only stumbles through a lecture when he feels nervous and, more importantly, what unnerves him. Dominic likes to push against the line of propriety that Boyd maintains.

Last year, and it would be a shame, he decides, if his crush comes to nothing. Stretching in his seat, he watches, amused, as Boyd stops mid-sentence.

Three.
Billy dismisses the class early, berating himself for being so easily distracted. He turns his back to the departing students, scrubbing a little too hard at his own barely legible handwriting from the blackboard.

“Professor Boyd?”

The eraser goes flying from his hand at the sound of his name. He doesn’t dare turn around, knows what he would see. Young Dominic Monaghan: jeans barely resting on his hips, tiny star tattoos on his foot, trendy stubble on his cheeks and sex in his eyes.

He kneels down, fumbling for the eraser, attempting to hide—well, whatever needs to be hidden.

Four.
Dominic smiles when the eraser goes flying but the professor on his knees stifles all thoughts of humor. How easy it would be to just pounce…

But, no. That isn’t the plan. The plan involves seduction. Reciprocation. A bed.

“I didn’t mean to startle you. I just wondered if maybe I could come to your office again to talk about—" What? The ethics of sleeping with students? Boyd stands up and Dominic inches closer. He can now plainly see why class had been abruptly cancelled. Dominic smiles in a manner he hopes feigns innocence. “To talk.”

Screw the plan.

Five.
“Em.” Synapses. Neurons. Impulses. Impulses that can be overcome. Now, focus, he chides himself. “Em.”

Dominic’s innocent smile is now quite predatory. The eraser drops again and Billy sags against the blackboard, using the chalk tray to hold himself upright.

“Now isn’t a good time.” There. He’d acted the professional. God, why is the boy moving closer?

“I think now is a very good time.”

Billy dares to look up, meaning to be stern, but there is the problem of a warm mouth on his own and the words ringing through his head like a siren, 'this is a student!'

Six.
Billy gives a half-hearted struggle before pulling Dominic closer, the kiss becoming more frenzied. Pinning Billy against the blackboard, Dominic feels the rush of triumph.

“Dr. Boyd,” Dominic mumbles as his mouth seeks the flesh right below Billy’s ear.

“Don’t call me that.” Billy bites back his words as Dominic’s hand creeps lower. He struggles to regain control, holding back a groan. “Stop. This is madness.”

“You want me.”

“You’re a student.”

“My last year.”

“You’re still my student.”

“Yours.”

“Not what I meant.”

Dominic smiles because even as Dr. Boyd—Billy—argues, his hands have inched underneath Dominic’s shirt.

Seven.
Dominic’s skin is hot, like Billy knew it would be, and his body thin and hard. His shoulder blades jut out sharply and Billy traces his fingertips along the edges. He wants so much to see them. Kiss them.

The sound of a zipper brings him back to reality.

Billy opens his eyes, shaking his head in an effort to clear the haze he felt has settled over his mind. He can see the empty lecture hall over Dominic’s shoulder, the chairs scattered from the exodus of students only a few moments ago.

“Not here. We can’t do this here.”

Eight.
“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it. Bend me over a desk. Give me an--” Dominic slides his hand into Billy’s trousers before whispering, “oral examination.”

“Dominic--” Billy’s voice is a warning that shatters Dominic’s name like a polysyllabic kaleidoscope. A warning that is ignored as Dominic roughly turns him towards the board and pins his arms behind his back. “Or is this what you want. To be taken.”

Squeezing his eyes shut, Billy draws in a ragged breath.

“Answer me.”

“Yes.”

“If I wanted to take you here--”

“Please. If we’re caught…”

“You would obey.”

Nine.
Dominic’s voice is low and rough and feels like steel against his skin. Billy knows he will do whatever Dominic asks of him and wonders at this sudden need to please. The humiliation of being caught in an empty classroom while being fucked by a student seems nothing next to his need of having Dominic continue his seduction. He would obey; there is no other option. “I would.”

As he speaks the word, it’s over. Dominic releases him, turns him around and begins dusting chalk from his shirt, straightening his clothes.

“I said I would.”

“You said not here, Billy.”

Ten.
Billy’s cheeks flush red. A fucking mind game and he fell for it. He knocks Dominic’s hands from their task and pushes him away, trying to think of something to say that would cut as deeply. He feels exposed and dirty and a little more than foolish. “Don’t play with me. I can’t—"

“—You can, and you will take whatever I decide to give you.” Suddenly close, Dominic cradles Billy’s face between his hands, stroking his thumb over Billy’s lips. “I know what you want better than you think. Trust me. Go back to your office and wait.”

Eleven.
“No.”

“What?” Dominic drops his hands and stares in disbelief.

“I don’t think you know what I want at all, young Dominic, but I’m quite willing to show you.” Moving fast, Billy twists around and pushes Dominic against the blackboard. Hard.

“You seem fond of playing games. Let me teach you another.”

“Billy?”

“Professor Boyd. Say it.”

“Professor—“ Dominic’s words were cut off as Billy presses against him, demanding another kiss. When Billy pushes away, Dominic sags against the board, his knees giving under his weight.

Twelve.
“You’re good, lad, and I have to admit I’m sorely tempted.” Billy runs his hand down the tight line of Dominic’s body, letting his hand come to rest on Dominic's hip, dipping his fingertips just below the waistband. “But I don’t think you’re quite ready for the responsibility.”

“You could teach me.” Dominic’s voice was slightly breathless, eyes hooded.

“Aye. But I know what kind of student you are. Inattentive. Impatient.” Billy steps away leaving Dominic against the board while he gathers his things. “Tell me,” he says conversationally, “what would you have done had I gone to my office?”

Thirteen.

“Whatever you wanted me to.” By the professor’s single raised eyebrow, Dominic knows this is the wrong answer. Clearing his throat, he tries again. “I would have fucked you. I would have had you on your couch. I would have begged you to fuck me.”

“And is that what you want, Dominic? A brief interlude in my office. A fulfillment of a boy’s wet dream?”

Dominic shakes his head, his hand creeping between his thighs to rub at his cock through his jeans. “I want to belong to you, professor. I want you to want me back. I need you.”

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Billy watches Dominic’s hand dip and rub, the heel brushing hard against the denim beneath it. Billy swallows and forces himself to look back up.

“Have you learned nothing in my classes, Dominic? To belong to someone or something is to never know yourself ...” Billy keeps his gaze on Dominic’s eyes, trying to ignore the flash of Dominic’s tongue as it slicks across his lips.

“You don’t need me,” Billy whispers. “You want me. Entirely different thing.”

Dominic’s hand is still moving, faster and harder, and it’s Billy’s turn to lick his lips.

“My office,” Billy growls, suddenly overtaken. “Now.”

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Dominic balls his hand into a fist and drops it to his side, feeling properly chastised. He knows he’s acting like a schoolboy with a crush—hell! He is a schoolboy with a crush. His voice is petulant as he mumbles, “not different,” but the intensity in Billy’s eyes as he hisses out his demand serves to remind Dom that he isn’t a boy any longer. Need and want translate themselves in the ache between his thighs and he nods his head once, leaving the room and walking towards the office, not checking to see if Professor Boyd is following.

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Billy waits for Dominic to clear the hallway before he begins to walk. Dominic’s aggression, and then pouty submission, has made Billy’s decision for him.

Billy locks the office door and turns to Dominic, calm again.

“Show me what you think is the difference between want and need, Dominic,” Billy says slowly, removing his blazer and loosening his tie. “I want you, lad, and I know you want me. I’ve felt it, tasted it.”

Billy leans against his desk, hands and hips propped up on its edge. “Show me why you think you need me. Why I should need you.”

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The sound of the lock startles Dominic. Boyd then stands before him, making demands just as he does in class; and just like in class, Dominic frets he won’t know the correct answer—will fail—and Boyd will dismiss him. His plan to seduce with bravado seems hopelessly juvenile now. He feels Boyd’s power—knows that whatever he may have thought earlier, the Professor has control.

Dominic drops to his knees, daring to draw his hand over Billy’s crotch. “Want I could have satisfied with fantasies and my hand. Need—“ Dominic presses his mouth against Billy’s erection. “Need drives me to risk coming to you.”

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Billy sighs when Dom’s mouth brushes against him. It is good that Dominic doesn’t speak this passionately in class lately, or else Billy would be undone every day.

Part of him wants to fuck Dominic’s mouth hard and be done with it—show Dominic this is not what he wants or needs—but no, not yet.

“Have you used me in your dreams, then, Dominic?” Billy smiles, caressing Dominic’s face. “Thought of me on my hands and knees for you?” he whispers. “Or do I take you, Dom? Do I fuck you properly, like no one before and no one after?”

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“You let me come to you. Take me into your bed.” Dominic runs his fingers over the zipper of Billy’s trousers, not yet daring to unfasten them--not without permission. The memory of all those nights spent in his small twin bed, jerking off to thoughts of Billy--of this moment, now real--is almost enough to make him come. “You take me, Professor. Fuck me. Teach me how to please you.”

Turning to kiss the hand that so gently caresses his cheeks, Dominic sucks Billy’s thumb into his mouth, his free hand moving to touching himself through his jeans again.

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Billy smiles when Dominic draws his thumb into his mouth, and he turns Dominic’s face, wanting to watch this display, this preview of Dominic’s potential. He is good—as Billy expected—but he’s also distracted, and for Billy to fully experience Dominic’s talent, he needs Dominic’s complete attention.

Billy runs one foot in between Dominic’s knees, parting his legs, and then Billy’s voice goes very low.

“Keep your hands and your mouth on me, Dominic,” Billy whispers. “Do this for me and I’ll fuck you ... and then you can decide if I’m what you think you need”

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Billy allows Dominic to pull apart the buttons of his shirt, watching those enormous hands do their best to stay calm. It would amuse Billy if he weren’t already aching, and he wills Dominic to move faster, to touch him.

Dominic glows with an energy Billy wants to taste, to take from him greedily and shove right back into him at double speed. Billy has no idea whether Dominic really knows what he is getting into, but he can only assume that Dominic has done this before, and so will be prepared for what Billy plans to do to him.

And then Dominic starts talking again, and fears rise to the surface of Billy’s skin. Dominic calls him “Professor,” takes a shot at himself, and then trails off, leaving Billy frustrated in each case. Yes, he told Dominic to call him Dr. Boyd, but that seems like ages ago, back in his classroom, when there was a chance to turn back. There are no more chances now. And he could slap Dominic for allowing such cruel thoughts about himself to invade his thoughts. Billy wants to drill into Dominic the many things he’s accomplished in his few years, but now is not the time for that either. And as for Dominic’s incomplete thoughts, well, Billy forgets them the second Dominic touches his cock again and the breath leaves him in a rush.

Dominic pulls his shirt off, and Billy allows the lad to see his appreciation. Billy’s mouth hands open for a second before he leans down again, wanting to taste that skin bared all for him, but then Dominic’s hands are hiding what Billy wants, skating across the canvas Billy wants to paint with his teeth and tongue.

Billy reaches quickly between Dominic’s legs, grabbing him just hard enough so that Dominic is paying full attention to his words, and then Billy slaps away the hand still playing on Dominic’s chest.

“You’re not listening, Dominic,” he growls. “Not paying attention. If I want to watch you touch yourself, I will let you know. Until then, your hands are better served elsewhere.” He arches one eyebrow, making sure Dominic understands, before his grip on Dominic’s cock relaxes, and he runs his fingers gently against the denim. “Right,” he sighs. “We weren’t finished here.”

Billy rises up to open Dominic’s jeans and delve into his boxers. Billy’s hand closes around Dominic’s cock again, this time more gently, and he lowers himself down again, stroking Dominic while he licks along Dominic’s collarbone. “Be still,” he whispers. “Be still and it will be better.”

Billy does not look up to see Dominic’s reaction, relying instead on the pace of his student’s heartbeat for guidance. “I want to fuck you,” Billy whispers. “But you must relax. I won’t do what you don’t want. I have no desire to hurt you, Dominic, so you must relax.”

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Dominic gasps when Billy grabs him roughly, moving his hands above his head in his hurry to obey. He mumbles, “I’m sorry, Professor,” as he arches his back into the soft caress that follows. When his jeans are finally opened and Billy’s hand finds him erect and hot, the cold air of the office a shock against his skin, he moans, writhes, wanting and needing more of Billy’s touch.

Then Billy is stroking him, kissing and licking his chest and he curls his hands into fists as he tries to do as Billy wishes, to be still. Biting his lips, Dom stifles a giggle, suddenly reminded that be still is a common command that Billy gives to Dom in class but to hear it now… followed by I want to fuck you… the giggle never reaches his lips but turns to a moan, loud in the silence of the office. The command is impossible to follow on his own and he reaches for Billy, sliding one hand between their bodies to touch Billy’s cock again, the other scrambling along Billy’s back, pulling at the shirt as he seeks to bite and kiss at Billy’s shoulder.

“Want you to do everything. Anything. Won’t hurt me. Just please. Please.”

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”Dominic,” Billy gasps when Dominic's hand trails against him once more. “Don’t ... Not yet, not yet, lad.” He grabs Dominic's wrist, stilling his hand against the floor, palm up. “So impatient.”

Billy allows Dominic's other hand its freedom to tear at the shirt, already halfway off Billy's body. He shrugs it loose from one arm, and presses hard into Dom’s wrist on the ground, demanding silently that Dominic keep it there. Billy leans back to shake off the shirt completely, and he rolls his hips gently over Dominic’s cock as he returns.

This is the part Billy loves: the slowness of approach and of conquest. But this student is new to him, and Billy has no idea what either of them is capable of doing to the other in the heat of the moment. Yes, Dominic wants this—is making it just as clear with the way his body is arching and trembling as he is with his words—but Billy still wishes he could be more certain—and less cautious.

Billy waits for Dominic to relax a little before he slides himself down Dominic's body, pulling off those worn jeans completely and returning to whisper against the skin of Dominic's thigh. He sucks and nips at Dominic, leaving a mark that Dominic will feel when he walks—when those jeans rub against it. While Dominic registers the feeling, Billy makes his move.

Pressing one hand softly but firmly on Dominic's stomach, Billy takes Dominic's cock in his other hand. He meets Dominic's eyes and holds his gaze for long seconds before he takes Dominic into his mouth, and surprises himself with the sound of his own pleasure.

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It’s too much. Too much.

When Billy’s takes him into his mouth, Dominic feels as if he is going to explode—to spend himself too soon. Wants to jerk his body up, and fuck Billy’s mouth, would, if not for Billy’s restraining hand. He feels the tingling at the base of his spine—feels his thighs begin to shake and his toes curl.

“Be still, be still” he chants under his breath to himself, reaching down to lace his fingers with Billy’s on his stomach, squeezing hard. Louder now, he prays to every deity, begs to Billy to not let him come this way—not let it end so soon. He wants to pull away and push forward at the same time but finds he can do neither.

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This is youth, Billy thinks to himself with a smile. This is nervous desire, this is excitement. More than anything else, this is a gift. Dominic's noises are thrilling, and Billy wants to hear much more of them, and soon, but they are running out of time. Though he disguises it well, Billy himself is in agony, and cannot wait to be inside Dominic now.

He moves away from Dominic's cock slowly, flicking his tongue across the head in three heady strokes, then he runs his hand much faster up and down the length. While Dominic pants and murmurs beneath him, Billy kicks down and away until his trousers and boxers are off.

“Soon,” Billy whispers, returning his mouth to Dominic's cock while his right hand delves between Dominic's legs. “I have ... Dominic, I have nothing here, you must be sure, because I cannot stop ...” And then his fingers are inside Dominic, inside that tight, clenching heat, and Billy grits his teeth to keep from going further and faster, before Dominic is ready. “Jesus, Dominic, you're so tight, I'm going to hurt you ...”

But Billy's moving past the point of caring, because he needs this as badly as Dominic does, really. He's wanted him for months, and now he finally has him stretched out on his office floor, making sounds Billy imagined he would—only he is louder than Billy imagined—and it is perfect. It takes minutes, but Dominic is finally grinding down on Billy's fingers, his face softened and beautiful in pleasure, and Billy moves up.

“Breathe,” Billy whispers, his lips near Dominic's ear. “Breathe and be still so I can do this for you.” Billy waits for Dominic's inhale, and when it comes, he covers Dominic's mouth with his own—and plunges forward into Dominic's body.

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“Yes, yes, yes! Fucking yes!” Dominic’s brain screams, would scream if not for Billy’s mouth covering his own.

His body had trembled in anticipation, but he had managed to do as Billy asked, stayed as motionless as he was capable of, which means to say, his hands were tangled in Billy’s hair, his bare foot sliding up and down Billy’s calf. And then Billy’s fingers were inside him, and it was so good, so gentle and patient but then not enough almost instantly because Dominic needed more. Wanted more and wanted to scream with frustration.

And now! Inside at last and he can’t bear the slow and gentle, feels like Billy will kill him making him go slow. Then thinks briefly that maybe that wouldn’t be so bad either.

“Won’t hurt me. Won’t hurt me, just please,” Dominic pleads, unable to heed Billy’s words any longer. His hands scrabbling across Billy’s sweaty back. His legs wrapping around Billy’s waist to press him harder. “Hard, Billy. Please.”

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Billy watches Dominic carefully from the corner of his eye, hoping the lad is telling the truth: that he’s not hurt, that this frantic, slightly frightening lovemaking was indeed what he wanted. When Dominic takes the tissues from his desk, Billy almost winces. It seems so ... So dirty, so imperfect, so messy, when Billy could have done everything so much more gently. So much better. Smarter. Kinder, Billy hisses to himself.

He can still hear Dominic’s voice in his ears, crying out his name. He is no longer just the professor, just Professor Boyd. Dominic has called him “Billy,” and Billy wonders if he will do so unconsciously in class. The thought makes him twitch slightly, so he brushes it away. Now he is entranced by the play of the sunset’s light on Dominic’s body as he stretches and cleans himself up. Dominic’s skin is darker than Billy’s, and in places rather marked up, but he is also strong and, yes, lithe. The word makes Billy smile again.

But then Blly’s face flushes the moment he sees Dominic reach for the little book of poetry. Billy had found it months ago, left behind after class and almost kicked to his feet when a passing student scurried through the aisle on her way out of class. He’d automatically flipped through the first several pages, trying to decipher whose book it was, but it quickly became obvious that it belonged to Dominic Monaghan.

Billy knows he should have returned it immediately—for all he knew it could have been a textbook, and at the prices the bookstore charges, it would have been cruel to force Dominic to purchase another—but then Dominic never came to ask about a lost book or to claim it after having seen it in Billy’s office. But of course Billy hadn’t really left it out to be seen anyway.

Dominic is waiting for a response, and Billy feels like he is floundering, a fish on dry land now that he’s been caught out.

“I don’t speak or read any German,” Billy says softly, trying to look away. “I did ... I confess I read some of your translations. And a few of your ... originals, I suppose?” He leans down to pick up Dominic’s shirt and hand it over. “I don’t have much of an eye for poetry, but they were very ... evocative. And good,” he adds, quickly. “Some are very good.”

Billy reaches for his own shirt now, pulling it on with an efficiency that seems terribly inappropriate given the circumstances. He tries to slow his hands, but they only end up shaking more. Billy takes a deep breath and gathers his tie from the floor now, holding it loosely between his hands.

“The one about ... the writer and his words, Dominic ...” Billy whispers, still playing with the tie. “Is that meant to be—what were you thinking while you wrote that?”

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Dominic had put the small book on the edge of Billy's desk as he dressed, not wanting this to end but Billy's already standing dressed, his tie in his hands. Dominic pulls his jeans up, takes his shirt from Billy and slides it over his head. It's almost as if nothing has happened.

He clutches the small book to his chest, running his fingers over the smooth red paper covering. He'd discovered it in a tiny used bookshop during the last holidays spent visiting relatives in Berlin. He remembers reading, finding, much to his delight, that they were love poems and then had spent hours hiding from his family and trying to translate the words.

His own poems had come later, written in the margins. He flips to the one Billy asks about, keeping his head down so that Billy can't see his face. "It's about you, Billy. They're almost all about you. That's why I was afraid..."

Dominic moves to stand in front of Billy, offering the book. "I always thought you would understand. It's why I didn't ask for it, didn't look for it when I lost it. I hoped that you had found it, kept it safe. I thought that... even if you weren't interested in me... like this, like what we..." Dominic chances to look into Billy's eyes, his own filled with hope. He holds his breath, his voice a whisper. "That you would understand."

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Dominic's so close now, inches away from Billy, and Billy finds himself leaning back against the desk again, his hands braced against the wood to take his weight. Dominic has confirmed Billy's suspicions in every possible way this afternoon, and Billy is confused, alarmed, gratified and deliriously happy all at once.

"I understand," he says, taking the book gently from Dominic's hand. The words come much too quickly, and he feels his face flush up bright and hot. "Oh, God." Billy slumps a bit more on the desk, and runs one hand through his hair. Now that the adrenaline has left his body, Billy finds himself exhausted by all of today's revelations. He rests the book on his desk and takes a deep inhale before he speaks, slowly and softly at first, then getting more frenzied.

"I don't take this sort of thing lightly, Dominic. I'm not one of those professors who'll fuck anything that shows a sign of interest. You've just ... Christ, Dominic, you've undone me, you and your poetry and your arguments and your attentions ... And then today—did you wake up thinking you'd have me today? That I would have you? How do you get to that place, lad? How d'you wait so long? How d'you come into my classroom for the last year and play me so well, every time, and only now do you—"

Billy bites off his last words and reaches for Dominic's face, pulling him into a hard, bruising kiss. Billy's teeth and tongue ravage Dominic's mouth mercilessly until Billy stops to take a breath.

"My young philosopher poet," Billy whispers, his tongue darting out along Dominic's jaw. "You have no idea what you've done." Billy breathes, warm and wet, on Dominic's throat as he reaches back for the book of poetry. "What you're doing." He places the book back into Dominic's hands. "What you will do."

And then Billy kisses Dominic again, softer than before, before he walks around Dominic, settles himself so that his body is pressing lightly into Dominic's back and thighs and his hands rest on Dominic's shoulder and in his hair. "Read for me," Billy sighs. "The short one. Page 73, Dominic. Read for me, and then we'll go."

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Dominic rests for a moment in Billy’s embrace before opening the cover of the book. He smoothes his hand over the page then turns to the requested page. The poem, a song actually, is one of his favorites, a song he knew from his grandmother long before finding the book but had been pleased to see it here. He smiles shyly that this should be the one Billy picks. He reads the German in a softly singing lilt

Wenn ich ein Vöglein wär
und auch zwei Flüglein hätt,
flög ich zu dir.
Weils aber nicht kann sein,
bleib ich allhier.
Bin ich gleich weit von dir,
bin doch im Schlaf bei dir
und red mit dir.
Wenn ich erwachen tu,
bin ich allein.
Es vergeht kein Stund in der Nacht,
daß mein Herz nicht erwacht
und an dich denkt,
daß du mir vieltausendmal
dein Herz geschenkt.

When he is finished, they stand for a moment longer both silent. Dominic feels his heart might burst; he wants to cry and laugh both but fears moving, fears what will come next. He wants to explain, to tell Billy what is in his heart but cannot find the words.

“My translation is poor,” Dominic says as he drags his finger over his own scrawled words. “My grandmother used to sing it to me and my brother. When I saw it again in this book, I thought of you. I can’t… I don’t know how to explain. A part of me knows it’s wrong to feel for you the way I do but I wasn’t playing a game, Billy. I wasn’t. I just… You’re the first person who has really believed in me, didn’t act like I was stupid. I knew I could come to you and you would explain things to me, not just in philosophy, but about everything. I wanted to please you so I tried very, very hard. But I couldn’t tell you…thought that maybe I couldn’t come to you like… that I should… I thought that maybe coming to you the way I did was the only chance I had. I didn’t think that…. It was stupid of me but I wanted it. Wanted it so much.” Dominic stops, breathless, his heart pounding in his chest

“These lines,” Dominic points to them again, reading his translation. “You’re with me in my dreams / and I talk to you / When I wake up / I’m alone. / There is no hour during the night, / that my heart does not awake / and think of you.”

Dominic set the book back on the edge on the desk and reached up to hold Billy's hand on his shoulder. "I know I had no right to come to you, I know but I would have graduated in June and moved on, never knowing." Turning, still holding Billy's hand, Dominic kisses Billy softly, speaking against his lips. "I couldn't do that knowing how much you had come to mean to me."

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Billy's head is fuzzy with thoughts and the sound of Dominic's voice gently rolling over the German words. Billy almost hadn't expected him to read the German itself, and the cadences and rhythms of the language are so unfamiliar to Billy that he finds himself simply drowning in Dominic's accent, softened by years in Manchester but still proud and sure.

The poem is beautiful, as Billy discovered in reading Dominic's "poor" translation. Billy knows he will ask to hear more of those poems—especially the originals—soon, and he hopes Dominic will be willing to read them aloud—something he's always expressed irritation about when asked to do so in class.

And then Dominic stops, apparently nervous and pleased with himself all at once, and it takes everything Billy has not to turn him in his arms and bend him over the desk. Instead, Billy closes his eyes and inhales the scent of Dominic's hair, relishes the warmth of Dominic's body as he begins to speak again.

Yes, I believed in you, Billy wants to whisper. I just didn't believe what your body was telling me everytime you came to my office with eyes hungrier than your stomach. As Dominic continues his speech, weighed as heavy as a confession to Billy's ears, Billy closes his eyes tighter, trying to ignore the burning he feels behind their lids.

There is a chance that this compassionate, strong young man is in love with Billy. And Billy has no idea what to do.

Billy cannot remember ever really being in love, much less with a—shite, shite, he's a student, you idiot, a student—student, but he knows that the strange, unfamiliar pulling and tightening in his heart and lungs cannot be written off as simple lust. Not when Dominic could have braved this at any other time, could have dropped to his knees after class one day and gotten this out of his system. No, Dominic thought about this, weighed the consequences in his mind and found Billy to be worth this effort, worth the chance.

Billy is breathing deeply now, trying to quell the even more unfamiliar desire to cry, to pull Dominic into his arms. He needs to be calm about this. He needs to be practical. When all he wants is to drive back to his home and stretch Dominic across his bed and learn every part of that tanned body.

To forget about consequences and the future and everything.

"Never knowing," Billy whispers. "How are you so brave?" He falls into Dominic's kisses willingly, allowing the younger man to take his nervous steps in the lead. Billy sees it in his mind, almost feels it—Dominic taking him instead, all that stubborn pride and soft passion pouring into him while Dominic's wild eyes rake over him like they do in class. Billy arches up against Dominic before he knows what he's doing, and then he pulls away in surprise.

"We should," Billy murmurs. "We should go, Dominic. Somewhere, anywhere. What—" and here Billy looks up, wondering if Dominic will understand the significance of what's trying to say. "What you would like to do now?"

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"I just want to be with you. Anywhere, just--" The color and warmth of Billy's eyes has always stunned Dominic, and he stands now, unable to look away. Reaching out again, he brings Billy's hands to his lips, kissing the palms, wrists. "Let me stay with you tonight and then tomorrow, if you want to me to, I'll not ever breath a word of this again. I won't come to you outside of class, just let me have tonight, Billy. Please."

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Billy smiles broadly at Dominic's imitation of Dr. Wagner, a kind old man who actually knew Billy's name and that he'd come from St. Andrews, even though he should have had no reason to care. Billy misses the man, too. And Dominic's accent and mannerisms of Wagner's are spot on—Billy thinks that Wagner himself would laugh if he could see them.

"Of Gandhi, eh?" Billy smiles gently. "He was a good teacher, you're right. And a good man. We should all be so kind. To Wagner, then." Billy raises his glass and touches it to Dominic's before taking a healthy swig. Billy leans back in his chair and yawns, his body stretching hard, up and out, and then resettling. He runs one hand lazily across his face, and finds that Dominic's eating has slowed, and his face in now tight with emotion.

"So shy," Billy murmurs, his voice low and dark. "So quiet here with me when two hours ago y'were making such beautiful noise." Billy leans forward and returns his attention to his plate. As he eats, his mind races.

There are hundreds of things Billy would like to do for, with and to Dominic. Many of them involve keeping a closer eye on his student, making sure his grades are in good shape and that he is staying healthy, but now—after this afternoon, this evening—many more of them involve touching Dominic, teasing him, driving him mad, then giving him release of several different kinds. And in that release Billy plans to find his own. It's been a long while since Billy had a lover, and even longer since he'd been involved in a real relationship. Which of course he cannot consider this to be ... not with all the risks involved. Still, Billy knows better than to simply write off Dominic as a fling, a one–nighter. Even if Dominic does not yet know it, Billy has plans for this lad. And some of them involve Billy's hands.

"If you're finished, Dominic, do me a favour and get some music playing, yes?" Billy smiles. "You know where the player is in the front room. Just pick whatever you'd like to hear, and I'll package the rest of this up." Dominic's expression is still nervous, and Billy reaches across the table to grab his hand.

"Dominic, I ask you to trust me," Billy says softly, his eyes going the same dark green Dominic noticed in his office. "I have no intention of just throwing you across my bed and throwing you back out an hour later. You're welcome here tonight. I want you here. Take a look around, fix yourself a proper drink. I'll be out in a minute."

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Dominic looks at their clasped hands and then back up to Billy. He nods, his voice quiet, shy still. “I do trust you.”

He’s rewarded with a kind smile from Billy and another pat on the hand, before he’s being pulled from his chair and scooted towards out of the kitchen. Walking into the front room, it’s exactly as he remembers. He stands in the center of the room, rubbing his full stomach and looking around—taking it in. Memorizing. He sees the cd collection and begins looking at the eclectic mix, trying to decide what would be appropriate. He decides on Ella Fitzgerald, keeping the volume low.

Still waiting for Billy, Dominic reads the titles from a shelf of books, his hands in his pockets and his head cocked to the side. At a grouping of pictures, he tries to decide which are of Billy’s family before picking up a small photo of a boy he knows must be Billy standing next to a young girl. He smiles softly at young Billy, liking that he holding the girl’s hand and looking up to her as if she was adored, which Dom’s sure she was.

Gently replacing the picture, he turns to find Billy standing in the doorway, studying him.

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“My sister, Margaret,” Billy says softly. “She still lives in Glasgow. I haven't seen her for some months.” He sighs and looks down at the glass in his hand, taking a drink before he continues. “Come and sit, Dom.”

Billy gestures to the couch, watching Dominic sit quietly on the edge, too nervous to relax into the cushions. Billy's eyebrows knit first in confusion, then in concern. He feels like he is making Dominic nervous, even after everything else that has happened this day, and he's not quite sure what to do next. After a moment, Billy makes his decision. He will take this slowly, gently; anything to make Dominic calm down and enjoy this night.

Because Billy has every intention of enjoying it.

He places his glass on the end table and moves to stand in front of Dominic. Dominic's eyes go wide and very blue, and Billy cannot hide the small half–smirking smile that crosses his face. “Don't be afraid of me,” he whispers, and leans down to lay his palms on Dominic's shoulders. He presses Dominic back into the cushions and brings their faces to touch. “I promised to be kinder to you,” Billy breathes. “And I will be kind. Give me a chance, Dominic. Yes?”

Billy kisses him, just a soft trail of his lips over Dominic's, then pulls away the moment Dominic relaxes. “Yes,” Billy sighs. “Yes, Dominic.” He runs a hand through Dominic's shaggy hair, then sits down on the couch, slouching in a way he never does in his class or his office. In any other situation, Billy might be hearing warning bells as every second passes. He is well–fed and warmed by drink, and entranced by the nervous, beautiful creature not five feet away from him, and Billy knows that it's only sheer willpower that's keeping him from turning Dominic over and fucking him into the upholstery. Willpower and the desire to make this good for Dominic.

Billy spiderwalks a hand lazily across the couch until his fingers lace with Dominic's. Dominic's palm is cool, and Billy frowns. He moves closer to Dominic and chafes his student's hands in his own. He doesn't dare ask why Dominic wasn't wearing a coat outside—he's fairly certain he knows the answer—but instead concentrates on Dominic's long, powerful fingers. Billy can see faint traces of ink in Dominic's skin, and it makes him smile. He knows the reason for that, too.

When Billy looks up again to face Dominic, he is still smiling.

“Good choice, Mr. Monaghan,” he repeats. “You made a very good choice.”

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“I wasn’t sure. I mean, I’m sure about what I feel, but I wasn’t sure that you would... because I’m a boy, I wasn’t sure.” Dominic blushes, ducking his head, his long eyelashes brushing his cheeks. He lets Billy’s holding his hand be his signal and moves closer, resting his head in the crook of Billy’s neck and his hand sliding over his chest to rest on his waist. “I couldn’t make any other decision after--”

Leaning his head back, Dominic places a chaste kiss on Billy’s cheek, waits a moment to make sure it’s welcome, and then kisses him again before cuddling back against Billy, closing his eyes against the butterflies in his stomach. “I remember the first thing you said to me. Not to me as just one of your students, but as a person. ‘They’re taking out the green space behind the cafeteria to put in a parking lot. Before long the entire campus will be pavement.’” Dominic laughs quietly. “Sounds like a silly thing to remember, but it made me feel like an equal to you, like a friend. I can’t remember the rest of the conversation, but we talked for almost an hour, standing outside of the cafeteria. I felt like…”

Dominic let his voice trail off, feeling suddenly emboldened by his memories, he kisses Billy’s neck gently.

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This is ... unexpected. Billy allows Dominic to press his soft, gentle kisses on his face, on his neck, and wonders how many times Dominic has imagined this. When Dominic's hand grazes his waist, Billy moves into the touch, swallowing and shifting his hips so Dominic has better access to his body. Billy's already feeling the need rise and burn in his stomach and between his legs, and he forces himself to pay attention to Dominic's words.

"Aye, I remember that, too," Billy nods. "I was angry over that business, even wrote a letter about it, as you can imagine. Some good it did. I was distracted that day, but you listened and told me you would miss the trees." Billy laughs shortly and stares into Dominic's eyes, and then his voice grows softer. "You're so open, Dom ... I hear you in the halls and your voice carries. Your thoughts carry. I wonder that you were able to keep your thoughts of me to yourself for so long."

Billy's hands fall to Dominic's sides, running underneath the thin fabric of the tee shirt, before Billy moves his head, angling to kiss Dominic back, harder than Dominic has done to him. "So good," Billy whispers. He pulls Dominic forward until his student is stretched almost completely on top of him. Dominic is warming up, and Billy is pleased. He arches his hips just enough that Dominic can feel him, and raises one hand to land in Dominic's hair, pushing him down so Billy can kiss him again, his teeth plunging lightly into Dominic's bottom lip. Dominic releases a tiny, excited gasp, and Billy smiles.

"You're going to make many more decisions tonight, Dominic ..." Billy murmurs, pulling on the tee shirt. His fingers travel up to touch Dominic's stomach, his chest, and his teeth running down the line of Dominic's jaw to his throat. "'s only the beginning."

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Emboldened by feeling Billy’s arousal, by his kisses, Dominic pulls his tee shirt over his head, dropping it on the floor before kissing Billy’s neck. This he is sure of, his skill to please with touches and kisses, and not his ability to impress Billy with conversation, which he is sure will prove a relationship impossible. He kneels between Billy’s legs and unbuttons Billy’s shirt with sure fingers, spreading the material open and bending down to lick and suck, his words mumbled against Billy’s warm skin. “Who would understand if I told? They would think I was trying for a better grade, but I’m not. I would drop your class right now if you asked me to, if it would mean that I can have this instead. And my friends…”

Dominic touches Billy’s cheek, his eyes wide, his voice soft. “My friends don’t understand me like you do, Billy. They think I’m funny and fun but a fuck up. Everyone waits for me to mess up, to laugh, but you never have. I couldn’t… I wanted that for my own. I wanted you for my own and not have everyone laugh at me because I had a crush on a teacher.”

Dominic kisses Billy deeply, letting Billy’s tongue into his mouth, letting Billy control the kiss before kissing his way down Billy’s chest and stomach. Kneeling now on the floor between Billy’s legs, his hand play at the waist of Billy’s trousers. Looking up, he whispers, “You do want me like this, don’t you? I can make you happy.”