The one where Dom acts on his crush.

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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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oh, what a visual ... I'm sure Billy's going to be feeling it as well!

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"Dominic, Dominic, slow down," Billy whispers. He's found himself on the floor with Dominic, and this comes as quite a shock The lad's hands are rough, his need so fervent that even Billy is surprised. But then he didn't give Dominic a chance to show this in his office. Billy knocked him to the floor and just took him before he really thought about it. Now, as Dominic attacks, kissing him and bringing one of Billy's favourite quotes back to him in between gusts of laughter, Billy can see just what kind of lover Dominic is truly going to be.

But then of course Billy has wanted this—very much—and he couldn't imagine Dominic being anything but an energetic, playful lover. One unlike any Billy's had before.

"Desire is often mistaken for greed, Dominic," Billy whispers into Dominic skin before his teeth sink into his neck gently. "And you have nothing to apologize for." Billy shakes himself out from Dominic's tight embrace and rocks back on his heels, breathing hard. "Won't have you again on a floor, Dominic," he gasps. "Come ..." he pulls at Dominic's beltloops, bringing him to stand. "Come to bed. My bed."

And it is like every ridiculous movie Billy's ever seen, the way he walks them to the bedroom, stopping every few seconds to mark Dominic's lips, his jaw, throat with his tongue and teeth. His hands travel all over Dominic's strong, thin body, and Billy knows he's in nearly mortal danger himself, much less Dominic. They will be lucky to stand tomorrow, after they've had their fill.

Billy stops at the doorway of his darkened bedroom, wanting to slow them down, and he holds Dominic's face in his hands, reading his eyes for any last sign of apprehension. "I want you," Billy says once more, to reassure both of them. And for the first time, he says it to Dominic's face: "I want to taste you again ... and I want you inside me. I want to not be able to breathe for your body above me, lad."

Billy looks at the ground, shocked again that he's spoken these things aloud, and then finally returns his gaze to Dominic. "Come," he whispers, and pulls Dominic into the bedroom.

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Dominic grins against Billy’s mouth, his hands roving as they move down the hall, their bodies bumping into the walls. This, of course, is a part of the house Dominic has never seen and is very curious to see where Billy sleeps. Everything about the little house seems to fit Billy perfectly and he already feels at home here, as he does anytime he is with Billy. But that is a thought he keeps in check, knowing that even if he is granted a second or third time with Billy, that he will not be offered a home here—a part of Billy’s life. That thought makes his actions a bit desperate, is frustrated by Billy’s attempts to slow him down.

“I want you,” Billy is saying, and Dominic opens his mouth to reassure, to say that he can take this and more. Will give this and more, but then Billy is talking again, holding Dominic so tenderly that Dominic holds his breath. The meaning of Billy’s words come slowly to him, and he is pulling back when Billy means to bring him inside him room.

They stop again just at the threshold. Dominic buries his face in Billy’s neck, breathing in deeply his scent, and kissing him on his throat, gathering his courage. He’s suddenly shy again, and takes Billy’s hands in his own before raising his head, whispering. “I’ve never topped before. I don’t want to hurt you.”

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Dominic's words come as a surprise, and Billy knows they shouldn't—Dominic's display of aggression, of dominance hours and hours ago in Billy's classroom was all play–acting, and Billy was quite aware of that fact—but still. Still.

Billy has certain rules when it comes to lovers. He will never scream, never cry out until he trusts his lover completely. He will never say their name in the heat of passion unless he's certain he'll never see them again.

He will never sleep with a student.

And he will never, ever, bottom for a virgin top.

So now Billy throws his head back against the doorjamb, gritting his teeth. He's running out of rules to break, and what kills him more is that he's enjoying the process. Enjoying watching his own boundaries stretch to their limits and finally break. "Christ, Dominic," he breathes, pulling Dominic in closer. "We'll, we'll just go slow, yeah? And I won't—if you don't want to—I can just make love to you again, and we don't—fuck. Fuck."

Billy bites off his words and pulls Dominic inside his bedroom, unable to keep up the soft words. Standing at the edge of the bed, Billy yanks at Dominic's jeans, harder than he did in his office, until they pool at Dominic's feet, followed swiftly by his boxers. Billy wishes vaguely that he had stripped Dominic slowly, enjoyed every inch of the skin presented to him like this, but there will be time for that later—

Later? Billy's mind screams. When did this turn—

Billy pushes past it, bringing Dominic's hands back to his waist, and using them to undress himself, moving quickly now. He wants Dominic over him, in this bed, now now now, and it kills Billy, just slaughters him that he cannot wait, cannot do this right.

Finally they are there, and Billy pulls Dominic on top of him, kissing him wildly. When they stop to breathe, Billy places Dominic's hand on his cock, red and damp and hot, and he kisses him once more. "Your mouth, Dominic ... want your mouth on me ..."

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Dominic trails his fingers over Billy’s cock, stroking, listening as Billy’s breath catches. He begins to descend, kissing, dragging his teeth over ribs. With his other hand, he caresses his fingers through Billy’s chest hair, secretly pleased to be with a man who is old enough to have chest hair. He smiles, his nervousness dissipating as he returns to a task he knows he is good at.

He takes his time, plunging his tongue into Billy’s navel, his twists and strokes his cock, thrilling at the sounds coming from above him. He moves his body to between Billy’s thighs, sweeping his tongue over the head, tasting again. “Like this, Billy? Is this good?”

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Billy feels his hips rising the moment Dominic begins to run his teeth over his chest. The entire university administration could come walking through his bedroom right now and Billy would not have Dominic stop, because Dominic's mouth is something beyond talented, something beyond just good.

"Yes," Billy whispers, his hand dropping to Dominic's hair, tugging at it with every stroke. "Christ, yes, lad, like that and faster—" and then Billy gasps, pushing up and almost knocking Dominic away. "Sorry, sorry, don't stop—"

It is so different like this. Yes, Billy watched Dominic do this in his office, but then he was concentrating on little more than the concentration itself—the feeling of rapacious power, the greed behind what he was allowing Dominic to do. Now, Billy watches with something warm and new curling in his stomach, something ... inviting.

"Dominic, Dom, I can't—" Billy bears down and pulls at Dominic's hair, his shoulers, dragging him back up so that he is nearly crushed beneath Dominic's larger body. "Not without you," Billy gasps. He runs a hand through his now sweaty hair and lets his head fall back on the pillow, breathing hard. "We need—Christ, I can't move, why didn't I think—"

Billy pushes Dominic up slowly so he can sit, and Billy tries to ignore the shaking, the trembling in his own body as he turns to the nightstand. It has been a while—several months at least—since Billy's last had anyone in this bed, and Billy closes his eyes for a second as he reaches into the drawer, praying he's going to find what he needs.

And so he does, dropping the condom and the lube on the bed with shaking fingers. When Dominic's eyes go wide, Billy smiles and kisses him, trapping Dominic's lower lip between his teeth again and biting gently. "Don't be nervous," Billy whispers. "Don't be scared. You're not going to hurt me."

And with that, any nervousness or fear that Billy might have felt himself slips away. He reaches for the condom and tears at the package, his eyes now burning into Dominic's.

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Kneeling on the bed, Dominic wipes the sweat from his face and rubs his hands on his thighs. When Billy turns towards the nightstand, he runs his hand over Billy’s waist, wanting to feel his skin under his hand. The condom and lube are a bit of a shock, though he certainly knows what they are for. Remembering that he let Billy take him without anything, he blushes a bit wondering what Billy must think of him. He’s never done that before—not used a condom—and he’s almost embarrassed to bring it up, embarrassed not to. Tomorrow, he decides as Billy kisses him.

Dominic picks up the bottle of lube, turning it over in his hand. Billy whispers for him not to be scared, but he can’t help it. His hands shake as he tries to open the bottle as Billy rolls the condom onto Dominic’s cock. “Are you sure, Billy? You’ll not let me hurt you, right? I mean I know it hurts. It always hurts, but you’ll tell me if I’m doing it wrong?”

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Billy would be quite charmed by Dominic's nervousness if his heart hadn't nearly broken at Dominic's words. I know it hurts. It always hurts—Billy remembers what he did in his office, and his hand falters on Dominic's cock. He takes a breath and raises his hands to Dominic's waist, pulling him closer, until Dominic is almost in his lap.

"You'll go slow," Billy says softly, his eyes locked into Dominic's. "I won't hurry you. And I'll show you what to do, alright?" Billy takes the bottle from Dominic, rolling it in his palm, and looks down, searching for the right words for what he wants to say.

"It doesn't always have to hurt," Billy whispers. "Have you never—"Billy purses his lips, angry with himself. "Have you never been with anyone who was good to you, Dominic? Who was slow?" Billy features darken as he looks back up at Dominic. "I am sorry. For, for this afternoon. But I promise I'll go gently with you now."

Billy takes Dominic's hand and curls it slightly, drizzling the liquid onto Dominic's fingers. "It's a bit cold," Billy smiles. "As, ah, I'm sure you know, yes?" Billy pours more into his own hand before he reaches once more for Dominic's cock. After only a moment of stroking, touching Dominic this way, Billy releases a little breath and leans back, pulling Dominic down with him.

"Touch me first, alright?" Billy whispers, his eyes falling to half–mast. "Then your fingers, Dominic. Slowly, now." Billy takes Dominic's hand in his own and leads it to his cock, wrapping Dominic's fingers around it gently. Billy sighs with soft pleasure, and his lips turn up slightly in a smile at Dominic's nervous touch. "Think of what you like, Dom. And then show me."

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Dominic slides his slick finger over Billy's cock, his touch gentle, rubbing up and down as he leans down to shower kisses over Billy's face. When Billy's legs fall open, and he feels Billy's hand nudging his own lower, he take a deep breathe and pushing a finger inside Billy, watches his expression.

"Is it all right, Billy?" He asks as he begins to kiss down Billy's chest, lingering first over one nipple and then the other, working his fingers at the same time--first only one, and then braving a second and third, using the sounds Billy is making as a guide. "I've never been with anyone who wanted to really take it slow and easy. I'm embarrassed to admit that my experiences have not been like this"

Kissing and licking his way back up to Billy's mouth, kissing him deeply as Billy pulls his hands away and pulls him closer with his legs. Dominic watches Billy's face closely as his cock is just at his entrance. "Are you sure, Billy?"

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"Yes, yes," Billy whispers. Not been so sure of anything for months, lad, and right now I'd do anything you wanted, he thinks, but keeps down. His student's hands are almost as talented as his lips, and Billy could almost come just from their touch. But there is always more, and Billy wants that now. He reaches down to Dominic's hips, pulling him forward and inside, slowly. Billy hisses at his own body's resistance, forces himself not to bear down and reject Dominic this way. It doesn't hurt—it hardly ever does, for Billy, because he knows what he needs before and after—but it is different, leading someone this way.

They're almost there now, and Billy relaxes, smiling shakily and twisting his fingers in Dominic's hair. "You're not hurting me, Dom. Harder, now. Let me feel you." Billy's cock is aching, desperate for more of Dominic's touch, but he wants Dominic to pick up a rhythm first. He wants to see the change come over Dominic's face when he realizes that he can do this, that it's good and that Billy is loving it. "There, there," Billy gasps when Dominic is flush against him, his body shaking a little. "Jesus. So good, lad."

Billy looks up again, trailing the fingers of one hand down Dominic's cheekbone. "Are you alright, Dom?" he breathes.

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Dominic nods his head, afraid to breathe, to put too much weight on Billy. Still, he can not deny to himself how it feels--not just the hot tightness of being inside someone's body like this, though that is incredible--but that it's Billy. His Billy. That thought alone is almost enough to make him lose it and he struggles to slow down. To enjoy this while he has the chance.

Bending down he presses a gentle kiss to Billy's lips, before thrusting experimentally. His moans match Billy's as he feels the friction. He pulls one of Billy's legs higher on his hip, changing the angle slightly, setting a rhythm.

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When Dominic shifts and moves above Billy, lifting Billy's leg and finding a pace that suits him, Billy breathes in deep and hard and reaches for Dominic's shoulders, his back, anything to keep their contact. Billy can feel the sweat break out on his body and in his hair, the trembling in his own legs as Dominic pushes. He tugs at Dominic's arm, pulling him closer, and tucks his right leg in tight to Dominic's hip to urge him on. Billy's hand on Dominic's arm closes around Dom's bicep, kneading the flesh there while Billy catches his breath.

"You feel so fucking good, lad," Billy murmurs in between breaths. "I could—I could have you this way—" forever? all night? Billy stops himself, choosing instead to grab at Dominic's hair, bringing him down for a messy, violent kiss. The change of angle makes Billy gasp and cry out into Dominic's mouth and he raises his hips, pushing against Dominic just as hard. "Oh, Christ, faster, Dominic—"

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Dominic tries to hold the kiss for a bit longer--trying to swallow Billy's cries--but has to give it up, gasping for breathe. He repeatedly rocks back and forth hard, the heat and friction making his body sweat and shake as he moves toward his orgasm. His hand finds Billy's cock, and he tries to match the movements of his hips with Billy's, trying to bring Billy to the same end.

"Too soon. Can't--" Dominic feels awkward and uncoordinated--feels like a virgin. Burying his head against Billy's neck, his thrusts become deeper--slower but harder. "Billy--"

He feels it throughout his body, tipping his head back to scream and cry out--his spine feeling electrified as the heat of Billy's body surrounds him.

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Billy stops breathing, just for seconds, while Dominic throws his head back and makes those amazing sounds, the sounds of a young man overthrown. His eyes are so blue ... I thought they were grey, only grey with flecks of blue, but—and he is so edgy and perfect— Billy's thoughts fly away when his body clenches hard around Dominic, and he holds Dominic's arms in a fierce grip, trying to steady him before he falls. And then Billy feels it, too, the rushing of angry and desperate and perfect heat in his back, his stomach and he is gasping, releasing throaty whispers and choking on his breath as he comes. His legs tighten around Dominic's waist and he pulls him down, harder than before, trapping Dominic like Billy does not ever trap lovers, keeping them so close that they share the same breath.

Dominic is shaking in his arms, and Billy tries to find the air enough in his lungs to soothe him, but settles instead for stroking Dominic's hair and sighing. "Dominic, Dom ... mo chiontach gu firinneach ... ... s'alright, s'perfect ..."

my innocent [one], in truth

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Every thought in his head is directed at self preservation for just this moment, telling him to get up, to leave before he gets hurt. But he knows, as soon as he hears Billy's voice, that it's too late. He bites down on his tongue to keep from uttering words of love and devotion--words he knows would be rejected.

He lays bonelessly on top of Billy as their breathes even out, as his heart slows down. He can't speak, can't move--can only lie in Billy's arms to be petted and stroked.

He must move though, and with small touches and quiet words, he pulls from Billy; sits up and removes the condom, following Billy to the small washroom. He's afraid to look in the mirror. Afraid of what it will betray and so focuses on counting the freckles on Billy's shoulders--a safe enough activity, until he can't resist the urge to press his mouth to each one.

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Dominic's hand is warm in Billy's as he brings them both to clean up, and while it seems that Dominic is calming down a little, Billy himself is still buzzing with strange adrenaline. Words come to his head unbidden, and he has to turn away from Dominic to stop himself from speaking them aloud. He reaches for towels, facecloths, anything—and then suddenly he feels Dominic's gentle touch on his back, his soft, warm lips on his shoulders. Billy tips his head back and exhales, allowing Dominic his ministrations for the moment, and then he turns, capturing Dominic's face in his hands and kissing him, more sweetly than all of today, all of tonight.

Billy presses him gently against the bathroom wall, running his hands down Dominic's sides, feeling the overheated skin and relishing the soft sounds that escape Dominic's throat. "How do you feel, lad?" Billy whispers. "D'you want to just ..." Billy nods in the direction of the shower and strokes Dominic's cheek lightly. "Let me take care of you, yes?"

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The tile of the wall is cold against Dominic's back, and he shivers--more when Billy's hands are on him again. His eyes are half lidded with weariness, and he nods an answer to Billy's question.

Watching Billy adjust the water, then stepping underneath the hot spray, Dominic stands quietly letting Billy wash him, leaning forward every now and again to kiss Billy--touch him. His mind is a pleasantly buzz, a quietness that is in his soul, and he feels at peace--willing not to think about consequences.

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It's only a matter of minutes before Billy decides that this will be counted as one of the better nights of his life. Tomorrow is irrelevant, really; impossible to even imagine as he traces soapy, liquid lines down Dominic's concave stomach and massages his hips. This is something Billy knows he's good at, something he enjoys himself: these quiet moments afterward when he's tending and being tended to. Billy lifts his hands to Dominic's hair, pushing it back undeneath the water and running warm lather inside the thick strands.

And of course this affords Billy a chance to better look at Dominic's body, and he exhales deeply with pleasure at what he finds. There are marks, yes—marks Billy has left on the lad—but there is also a raw beauty that was there long before Billy ever touched Dominic. Billy rinses Dominic's hair, brushing it from his forehead so Billy can look at his sleepy, still–blue eyes. Billy murmurs to himself in Gaelic, keeping his hands busy but his eyes still, locked into Dominic's as he palms the younger man's chest.

"I know you're tired, lad," Billy says softly, close to Dominic's ear. "But you must talk to me. Tell me you're alright." He cups Dominic's chin and smiles before he kisses him. "Tell me what you're thinking, Dominic."

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Standing in the warm shower, Dominic is content to watch Billy care for him. He is carefully cataloguing every moment spent in his presence so that he may bring them up at a later time and cherish. Every now and again while Billy is washing him, he reaches out with his fingertips to memorize some new spot on Billy's body. The knowledge that this night will soon end, and this is all he'll left would crush him if he allowed his thoughts to dwell on it.

Dominic laughs almost bitterly when Billy asks what he is thinking. All the things he hoards in his heart would be inappropriate, he believes.

Instead, he takes the soap from Billy's hand and begins spreading the lather over Billy's body. "I'm okay. Happy. You were just like I thought you would be."

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"Okay," Billy repeats, his voice a bit choked. He runs a hand through his wet hair and blinks at Dominic. "Happy. Dominic, I—"

Billy swallows hard, tries to ignore his own vague but still oddly sharp feeling of rejection. In some part of his mind, Billy knows, understands why Dominic is doing this—guarding himself against disappointment he already expects, probably already feels—but that knowledge doesn't make this any easier. Billy leans back against the shower wall and closes his eyes as Dominic's hands travel all over him.

"I'm sorry I made this so hard for you," Billy says softly. "Sorry I wasn't more than what you thought I would be." Billy opens his eyes and reaches for Dominic, bringing him close and plunging his hands back into Dominic's hair before he brings their foreheads to touch. "I don't think you're 'okay.' I would have the truth from you, Dom, when you're ready to give it to me."

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"I'm willing to give you everything I have, Billy. Everything, though I know it's not much." Dominic closes his eyes, and kisses Billy's lips. Pressing his body tightly against Billy's, he trails the kisses across Billy's face and throat--never lingering too long on one place before moving on.

"I meant it. You are everything I thought you would be and more. So caring and gentle. But I know how this has to end. I've never fooled myself into believing my dreams. I just wanted tonight, and you've given me that. Just..." Dominic leans in to whisper into Billy's ear, wishing he had more courage here. "Please let me sleep in your arms, and I promise I'll leave in the morning and won't speak of this again. Please, Billy."

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Billy sighs, surrendering to Dominic's kisses and how wonderful they feel on his wet skin. "Of course," he whispers. "Of course you'll stay with me. I would never—" Billy inhales sharply, and his grip on Dominic tightens. "You must think me so hard, Dom, to think that I would make you leave now. Such a cold man for taking you like I did and bringing you here for this." Billy kisses Dominic deeply and rests his head on Dominic's shoulder as he turns off the water. "Let me just—"

Billy steps away from Dominic unwillingly and pulls him out of the shower, draping a towel around the younger man before he finds one for himself. There is much he wants to say, and he has no way to say it. This has turned into something other than a quick fling, a shag in the office and another here, and Billy feels himself desperate to know precisely what Dominic is thinking, whether he truly believes that Billy will never want this to happen again. Yes, he said as much in his office, but now—

Everything has changed. And Billy feels the weight of his own vulnerability shift and close around his heart. The cries in his mind of he's a student have vanished.

They dry off in silence, and Billy waits for Dominic to finish before he opens the bathroom door.

"I'm just going to close up, Dom. Go ahead and ... get in bed, and I'll be right there." When Dominic turns to go, Billy takes his hand and squeezes it, bringing him closer once more for anoher kiss. "Don't fall asleep," Billy says gently. "Wait for me to feel you. Please."

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"I don't think you're cold at all. I think you're thinking of what's best for us both and coming to the conclusion that us together isn't possible. And..." Dominic hesitates, his eyes closed so he won't have to look into Billy's eyes when he says it. Squeezing Billy's hand back, he whispers, "and that's what I want. To be with you for more than just tonight."

Dominic presses his lips to Billy's before he can respond, squeezing his hand. "Don't feel you have to say anything back, Billy. You just...you wanted to know what I was thinking--what I was feeling. And both thinking and feeling begin and end with you, and have for a long time. And now you know."

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Billy listens intently, feeling his hand grow hot from Dominic's grip. When Dominic pauses, kisses him before he can speak, Billy relaxes, falls into the touch of Dominic's lips, and his eyes are still half–closed when Dominic resumes speaking. His words are spoken with a gravitas that Billy rarely hears from Dominic in class, and only occasionally when they are alone in their advisory meetings.

"I can't—" Billy reaches for words, but they still evade him. "You're telling me the truth, aren't you," he breathes, a little in awe of all these revelations tonight. "All of this, it really happened. Dominic, I wish I could promise you something—but I'm so—" Billy releases his hand from Dominic's and leans against the wall. "I want to be good to you," he whispers. "I don't know how, or what that means to me or to you. For now what I can give you is myself, and I'm ... I'm in no hurry to have you go." Billy finally looks up and tries to smile. "We'll keep one another tonight, and face whatever we have to in the morning, Dom."

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Dominic nods, afraid of what that means. Leaning his head against Billy's shoulder, he gently--tenderly--strokes his fingers over Billy's chest, pretending, just for one moment, that this is something more. He mouths the words I love you against the skin of Billy's throat, knowing he can't hear them but hoping he transfers a bit of what he's feeling into Billy.

Then he's turning to do as Billy asked him. Crawling into Billy's bed, sitting up while watching Billy leave the room and disappear down the hall. Patiently waiting for him to return before he closes his eyes for sleep.

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Billy moves slowly back down the hall, reaching out and turning off the last lights and checking the locks on his front and back doors. His mind is clicking and whirring like an overused machine, and he closes his eyes and leans against the kitchen wall, willing his brain to cease its noise and just allow him peace for the rest of this night. Billy sighs and opens the refrigerator, taking two bottles of water and kicking the door shut as he turns to go back to the bedroom.

Dominic is half–sitting in the bed, half–lying down, and he is simply beautiful like this—his mind and hands obviously still nervous, but his body calmer. Billy swallows before he smiles gently at Dominic and places the bottles on the nightstand. Billy crawls into his bed, his own suddenly tired and loose, relaxed, and almost unconsciously he reaches for Dominic—another thing Billy does not ordinarily do with his lovers, especially not the first time he's with them. Dominic's body is warm, and Billy's drawn into it, wants to get closer so absorb some of that heat—and in turn to give Dominic some of the comfort he seems to need, if Billy can read Dominic's eyes as well as he thinks he can.

"S'alright, Dominic," Billy whispers as he pulls Dominic in tight, resting Dominic's head on his shoulder. Billy's hand falls immediately into Dominic's hair, and before he knows or understands it, he's again caressing the long sandy strands of hair, massaging the back of Dominic's neck. "Mo chiontach," Billy sighs—

And he finds that he suddenly loves Dominic here, this way.