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lavitanuova.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Jan. 27th, 2006 06:19 pm)Passing Notes, 1/10
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lavitanuova/dizzydame (same person)
Rated R
Notes: High school au! Oh yeah, bring on the cheesy teenage angst. Formaverick0324, who requested so. Total chapter number subject to change. I am writing in advance, so I do know that it will be at least ten, but I can't promise not to go over.
Twelve into two thousand forty nine… no, wait… two thousand fifty nine? Dom checked his equations again, finding the numbers nothing but a tired blur on the page. He glanced up at the clock. Now those numbers came in perfectly clear.
His pencil tip-tapped a little beat onto the wooden desk. His stomach was growling. His palms were a little sweaty. He was half hard from watching Mrs. Blanchett’s calves through her panty hose.
Oh, come on. He was seventeen. He was allowed.
He tried to focus on the page again, but it was pointless. Half credit was better than no credit at all. It wasn’t that he was bad in math, really – just that math came right before lunch, and his stomach knew that by now. His stomach was quite intelligent, really. At 11:05 every day, it started to growl. He’d become adept at sneaking snacks into class, because how embarrassing was it for his stomach to growl loudly and for everyone around him to turn around and look at him? And he got to see all of his mates at lunch, too. The only person in this class was Sean, and Sean was always too busy doing his work to keep Dom entertained. Sean was really no bloody use at all. Dom had a hard time remembering why they even hung out with him, except that they’d known him for years and years, and no one had the heart to tell him that he didn’t really fit in with them.
Forty-thirty nine-thirty eight-thirty seven-… his pencil tapped faster. People around him started shifting about, sticking paper into notebooks and notebooks into bags. Mrs. Blanchett cleared her throat, and the rustling stopped for about .5 seconds. Twenty three-twenty two-twenty one.
“Don’t forget your reading assignment for tomorrow. I expect every one of you to be able to answer the review questions” She said, barely finishing before the bell rang and the class moved en masse toward the exit.
*
“Billy is the man,” Elijah announced, dropping his tray onto the table with a plastic thunk. “You will never guess who Billy just got a date with.”
Dom glanced up from his entrancing pudding cup. “What?” He looked from Billy to Elijah. “You got a date with-“
”Miranda”. Billy said, appearing to be in sort of a daze. “Miranda Otto.”
”No fucking way!” Orlando blinked.
“I saw it myself,” Elijah swore. “He walked right up to her and asked her. You should have seen her face! Like she’d just been waiting for him to do it, or something. She said yeah like, before he even finished saying it. I couldn’t believe it.”
Orlando let out a groan that could have been envy or lust. Either way, it was downright pathetic, and Dom felt a swell of irritation at it. “What was she wearing?”
“That black skirt that goes down to her knees, and this blue top – she doesn’t really go for the low cut stuff, you know, but it was tight enough that it made my mouth fucking water. Man.” Elijah sighed, and gave Billy another clearly envious look.
Billy was still grinning like a loon, his cheeks, and forehead red. Dom couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Billy quite so proud. Maybe last year when he’d played a song on his guitar in front of the entire class, and Mrs. Boyens had lavished him with so much praise that he didn’t stop blushing and hiding his face for two hours? Billy wasn’t shy, really – he just didn’t like people making a big deal over him. Let Billy do the talking, and he’d keep a group entertained for hours… just not when he was the subject that was being talked about. That was one of the great things about Billy.
Dom’s grip on the pudding cup tightened until goo started to drip down the sides and between his fingers. “Miranda Otto?” He said, repeating Billy as he swiped his hand across a napkin, leaving brown smears. “Really?”
”Yep”. Billy took a deep breath, and grinned. “Saturday night.”
*
“Miranda, huh?” Dom said, tossing his back pack onto Billy’s floor. He sat down at the foot of Billy’s bed, and picked up a playstation controller. “No lie?”
He usually went to Billy’s after school. His father taught night classes at university and his mum didn’t get home from the hospital until half five. When they’d been younger, their parents had arranged it – Billy’s mum would watch them for an hour or so in the afternoons, in exchange for Billy and Margaret coming to Dom’s house on Saturday nights, while Mr. and Mrs. Boyd went out on a date. Margaret and Matt had always hated being forced to make awkward conversation, but Dom and Billy had used every second together to make mischief and mess. Now Dom was plenty old enough to be home by himself, but he still liked to come to Billy’s after school. Billy’s gran made great biscuits, and it just felt like tradition now, or a routine.
Billy dropped down onto the bed. “I’m not lying. Why does everyone think I’m lying? I asked her after second period. She said yes. I can’t even-“ Billy trailed off into a sigh. “Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve been on a date, Dom? Do you?”
”Um.” Dom thought back. “Last spring formal? You went with Katie?”
”Exactly. And you do remember Katie, don’t you?” Billy said.
”Red hair. Braces. Kinda cute…” Dom tried to think back. “She had curly hair, didn’t she? And she talked with a lisp?”
”Kind of cute… meaning she doesn’t look a day over twelve. I couldn’t snog her without feeling like I was defiling someone’s little sister.” Billy made a face. “Believe me, I tried, but I couldn’t.”
“So? She probably was someone’s little sister. Miranda might be someone’s little sister, too.” Dom said.
“But Miranda doesn’t look like someone’s little sister. Miranda looks like… like…” Billy trailed off again. Dom felt his stomach turn a little.
Miranda looks like she’ll stomp all over you in a second, he wanted to say, but didn’t. It was true – Miranda was not one of the most sought after girls in their class, but not because she didn’t have the looks. It was something more to do with the way she lingered just under the radar. She was quiet, she didn’t draw a lot of attention to herself… though she’d obviously done something to draw Billy’s attention.
“Why her?” Dom asked, and reached around to dig through his top drawer until he pulled out a bag of chocolate bars. Billy laughed at him.
“I don’t know.” Billy shrugged. “We sit beside each other in second period, and she always talks to me. Last week we started passing notes back and forth. She was flirting with me… I flirted back. I wasn’t sure if she was really into me or not until today. She told me… ehm… she said that she liked my eyes. That they were pretty. If that’s not a come on, I don’t know what is. So I told her I liked her eyes, too, and then I asked her if she wanted to go out Saturday night. And that was it.”
And… that was it.
*
“Dominic? Are you going to bed already?” Dom’s mum poked her head in the door. Dom sat on his bed, arm outstretched to turn off his lamp.
“Yeah. I’m beat.” He yawned (a real yawn, not a fake one) and twisted the knob, the room falling into darkness. “Long day.”
”All right.” She said, and shut the door behind her. Dom thought about locking it, but she was the only person who ever came into his room without knocking. Even Matt knocked; a courtesy between brothers, as he’d spent long years training Dom not to enter the Sanctuary of Matthew uninvited.
Under the cover of darkness, his hand slid down his stomach to the waistband of his pants. His mind was whirring, distracted, and he needed to calm down. He needed… mm, that, he thought, wrapping his hand around himself. He tugged a couple of times, then yawned again. Fuck, he really was tired. Best make this quick, then. Luckily (or maybe sadly?) it never took that long when he set his mind to it.
“Dominic!” He heard, and jumped. His hand was still around himself, his heart in his throat. Damn, he should have locked the door. “Phone’s for you.”
He hadn’t even heard it ring. Twisting around, he grabbed the receiver from the base on his bedside table. “’lo?”
”Dommie.”
He relaxed back onto the bed, his free hand cold from the sudden transition from warm, blanketed body to cold air. He stuck it back under the covers, rested it on his stomach. “Billy.”
”Your mum said you were about to go to bed. Should I let you go?” Billy asked.
“Nah.” Dom stretched out, then pulled the cover back up to his chest, and burrowed underneath. His hand migrated back down. No sense in wasting a good hard on, was there? And it wasn’t like this was the first time he’d ever done this. He wanked when he felt like wanking. “I’m good.”
He wondered if Billy ever wanked with him on the phone. It wasn’t the first time he’d wondered that, but somehow the feeling of secrecy and wrongness made him a little hornier. His hand moved harder and faster, fingers rubbing against the foreskin.
“So I was thinking…” Billy said, and he kept talking. Dom listened, and made little comments where he felt they were required. Yeah, and uh-huh, and tell me about it, as Billy rattled on about classes and schedules and that movie they’d seen last weekend, and maybe trying to film a movie of their own together. Billy Boyd, budding film star. Not that Dom didn’t have his own aspirations, but at the moment those aspirations were rather limited to the orgasm that he was hoping to have in the next, oh, five or so minutes. “And then, maybe we could do that-“
“Yeah,” Dom gasped, not realising he was cutting Billy off mid-sentence until a bit too late. He forced his hand and his mind slower, backing up to try and remember the last thing Billy’d been talking about. “I mean, I think we can borrow my dad’s camera.”
“Oh. Good.” Billy paused, then laughed. “Tell him we promise not to get dirt on the lenses this time.”
“Yeah. So… what after that?” Dom said, and Billy picked up right where he’d left off. Dom did too, and a minute and a half later he was biting down on his pillow and jerking his hips into his fist, wringing out the last of his climax, the head of his cock leaking sluggishly into his palm. He kicked back the blanket and duvet and reached for the towel stuck under his bed, wiping up. “Right, sounds brilliant.”
”You sound sleepy. I’ll let you go.” Billy said. “See you tomorrow.”
Dom fumbled the off button and let the phone drop onto the floor, rolling over and falling asleep right away.
lavitanuova/dizzydame (same person)Rated R
Notes: High school au! Oh yeah, bring on the cheesy teenage angst. For
maverick0324, who requested so. Total chapter number subject to change. I am writing in advance, so I do know that it will be at least ten, but I can't promise not to go over. Twelve into two thousand forty nine… no, wait… two thousand fifty nine? Dom checked his equations again, finding the numbers nothing but a tired blur on the page. He glanced up at the clock. Now those numbers came in perfectly clear.
His pencil tip-tapped a little beat onto the wooden desk. His stomach was growling. His palms were a little sweaty. He was half hard from watching Mrs. Blanchett’s calves through her panty hose.
Oh, come on. He was seventeen. He was allowed.
He tried to focus on the page again, but it was pointless. Half credit was better than no credit at all. It wasn’t that he was bad in math, really – just that math came right before lunch, and his stomach knew that by now. His stomach was quite intelligent, really. At 11:05 every day, it started to growl. He’d become adept at sneaking snacks into class, because how embarrassing was it for his stomach to growl loudly and for everyone around him to turn around and look at him? And he got to see all of his mates at lunch, too. The only person in this class was Sean, and Sean was always too busy doing his work to keep Dom entertained. Sean was really no bloody use at all. Dom had a hard time remembering why they even hung out with him, except that they’d known him for years and years, and no one had the heart to tell him that he didn’t really fit in with them.
Forty-thirty nine-thirty eight-thirty seven-… his pencil tapped faster. People around him started shifting about, sticking paper into notebooks and notebooks into bags. Mrs. Blanchett cleared her throat, and the rustling stopped for about .5 seconds. Twenty three-twenty two-twenty one.
“Don’t forget your reading assignment for tomorrow. I expect every one of you to be able to answer the review questions” She said, barely finishing before the bell rang and the class moved en masse toward the exit.
“Billy is the man,” Elijah announced, dropping his tray onto the table with a plastic thunk. “You will never guess who Billy just got a date with.”
Dom glanced up from his entrancing pudding cup. “What?” He looked from Billy to Elijah. “You got a date with-“
”Miranda”. Billy said, appearing to be in sort of a daze. “Miranda Otto.”
”No fucking way!” Orlando blinked.
“I saw it myself,” Elijah swore. “He walked right up to her and asked her. You should have seen her face! Like she’d just been waiting for him to do it, or something. She said yeah like, before he even finished saying it. I couldn’t believe it.”
Orlando let out a groan that could have been envy or lust. Either way, it was downright pathetic, and Dom felt a swell of irritation at it. “What was she wearing?”
“That black skirt that goes down to her knees, and this blue top – she doesn’t really go for the low cut stuff, you know, but it was tight enough that it made my mouth fucking water. Man.” Elijah sighed, and gave Billy another clearly envious look.
Billy was still grinning like a loon, his cheeks, and forehead red. Dom couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Billy quite so proud. Maybe last year when he’d played a song on his guitar in front of the entire class, and Mrs. Boyens had lavished him with so much praise that he didn’t stop blushing and hiding his face for two hours? Billy wasn’t shy, really – he just didn’t like people making a big deal over him. Let Billy do the talking, and he’d keep a group entertained for hours… just not when he was the subject that was being talked about. That was one of the great things about Billy.
Dom’s grip on the pudding cup tightened until goo started to drip down the sides and between his fingers. “Miranda Otto?” He said, repeating Billy as he swiped his hand across a napkin, leaving brown smears. “Really?”
”Yep”. Billy took a deep breath, and grinned. “Saturday night.”
“Miranda, huh?” Dom said, tossing his back pack onto Billy’s floor. He sat down at the foot of Billy’s bed, and picked up a playstation controller. “No lie?”
He usually went to Billy’s after school. His father taught night classes at university and his mum didn’t get home from the hospital until half five. When they’d been younger, their parents had arranged it – Billy’s mum would watch them for an hour or so in the afternoons, in exchange for Billy and Margaret coming to Dom’s house on Saturday nights, while Mr. and Mrs. Boyd went out on a date. Margaret and Matt had always hated being forced to make awkward conversation, but Dom and Billy had used every second together to make mischief and mess. Now Dom was plenty old enough to be home by himself, but he still liked to come to Billy’s after school. Billy’s gran made great biscuits, and it just felt like tradition now, or a routine.
Billy dropped down onto the bed. “I’m not lying. Why does everyone think I’m lying? I asked her after second period. She said yes. I can’t even-“ Billy trailed off into a sigh. “Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve been on a date, Dom? Do you?”
”Um.” Dom thought back. “Last spring formal? You went with Katie?”
”Exactly. And you do remember Katie, don’t you?” Billy said.
”Red hair. Braces. Kinda cute…” Dom tried to think back. “She had curly hair, didn’t she? And she talked with a lisp?”
”Kind of cute… meaning she doesn’t look a day over twelve. I couldn’t snog her without feeling like I was defiling someone’s little sister.” Billy made a face. “Believe me, I tried, but I couldn’t.”
“So? She probably was someone’s little sister. Miranda might be someone’s little sister, too.” Dom said.
“But Miranda doesn’t look like someone’s little sister. Miranda looks like… like…” Billy trailed off again. Dom felt his stomach turn a little.
Miranda looks like she’ll stomp all over you in a second, he wanted to say, but didn’t. It was true – Miranda was not one of the most sought after girls in their class, but not because she didn’t have the looks. It was something more to do with the way she lingered just under the radar. She was quiet, she didn’t draw a lot of attention to herself… though she’d obviously done something to draw Billy’s attention.
“Why her?” Dom asked, and reached around to dig through his top drawer until he pulled out a bag of chocolate bars. Billy laughed at him.
“I don’t know.” Billy shrugged. “We sit beside each other in second period, and she always talks to me. Last week we started passing notes back and forth. She was flirting with me… I flirted back. I wasn’t sure if she was really into me or not until today. She told me… ehm… she said that she liked my eyes. That they were pretty. If that’s not a come on, I don’t know what is. So I told her I liked her eyes, too, and then I asked her if she wanted to go out Saturday night. And that was it.”
And… that was it.
“Dominic? Are you going to bed already?” Dom’s mum poked her head in the door. Dom sat on his bed, arm outstretched to turn off his lamp.
“Yeah. I’m beat.” He yawned (a real yawn, not a fake one) and twisted the knob, the room falling into darkness. “Long day.”
”All right.” She said, and shut the door behind her. Dom thought about locking it, but she was the only person who ever came into his room without knocking. Even Matt knocked; a courtesy between brothers, as he’d spent long years training Dom not to enter the Sanctuary of Matthew uninvited.
Under the cover of darkness, his hand slid down his stomach to the waistband of his pants. His mind was whirring, distracted, and he needed to calm down. He needed… mm, that, he thought, wrapping his hand around himself. He tugged a couple of times, then yawned again. Fuck, he really was tired. Best make this quick, then. Luckily (or maybe sadly?) it never took that long when he set his mind to it.
“Dominic!” He heard, and jumped. His hand was still around himself, his heart in his throat. Damn, he should have locked the door. “Phone’s for you.”
He hadn’t even heard it ring. Twisting around, he grabbed the receiver from the base on his bedside table. “’lo?”
”Dommie.”
He relaxed back onto the bed, his free hand cold from the sudden transition from warm, blanketed body to cold air. He stuck it back under the covers, rested it on his stomach. “Billy.”
”Your mum said you were about to go to bed. Should I let you go?” Billy asked.
“Nah.” Dom stretched out, then pulled the cover back up to his chest, and burrowed underneath. His hand migrated back down. No sense in wasting a good hard on, was there? And it wasn’t like this was the first time he’d ever done this. He wanked when he felt like wanking. “I’m good.”
He wondered if Billy ever wanked with him on the phone. It wasn’t the first time he’d wondered that, but somehow the feeling of secrecy and wrongness made him a little hornier. His hand moved harder and faster, fingers rubbing against the foreskin.
“So I was thinking…” Billy said, and he kept talking. Dom listened, and made little comments where he felt they were required. Yeah, and uh-huh, and tell me about it, as Billy rattled on about classes and schedules and that movie they’d seen last weekend, and maybe trying to film a movie of their own together. Billy Boyd, budding film star. Not that Dom didn’t have his own aspirations, but at the moment those aspirations were rather limited to the orgasm that he was hoping to have in the next, oh, five or so minutes. “And then, maybe we could do that-“
“Yeah,” Dom gasped, not realising he was cutting Billy off mid-sentence until a bit too late. He forced his hand and his mind slower, backing up to try and remember the last thing Billy’d been talking about. “I mean, I think we can borrow my dad’s camera.”
“Oh. Good.” Billy paused, then laughed. “Tell him we promise not to get dirt on the lenses this time.”
“Yeah. So… what after that?” Dom said, and Billy picked up right where he’d left off. Dom did too, and a minute and a half later he was biting down on his pillow and jerking his hips into his fist, wringing out the last of his climax, the head of his cock leaking sluggishly into his palm. He kicked back the blanket and duvet and reached for the towel stuck under his bed, wiping up. “Right, sounds brilliant.”
”You sound sleepy. I’ll let you go.” Billy said. “See you tomorrow.”
Dom fumbled the off button and let the phone drop onto the floor, rolling over and falling asleep right away.
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this is cute and well written. *feels dirtier than normal reading a high school fic*
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Great start. More! Now! Please! :D
But..omigod, Billy's straight?!?!?!? Say it ain't soooo! Say it ain't sooooo *flails* Haaa.
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Can't wait for more :D
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