Fic: Modern Studies in Paederasty (8/12)

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Title: Modern Studies in Paederasty (7/12)
Authors: rainbowcobweb and v_angelique
Dedicated to: georgia_mason, who clearly has created a monster.
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Highly untrue.
Summary: An AU based very loosely on the film The History Boys that starts in sixth form and becomes uni!fic after a couple of chapters. In this chapter,Dom has a new experience, and Dom and Billy meet the family.

Previous Chapters


"So what are you going to order for your very first meal in twenty-four hours, Elijah?" Dom asked, grinning at Elijah as he greedily pored over the big plastic menu in front of him. Elijah, Amelia, Dom, and Evelyn had borrowed Amelia's brother's car and found an American diner a few miles from Oxford, for which Elijah was absolutely thrilled.

"Well, they don't have challah French toast," Elijah noted with a frown.

"Elijah darling, don't forget, we're still in England," Amelia pointed out with a little giggle, ruffling his hair.

"I know, I know. Pancakes then I guess. And sausage. And fried potatoes as well. Ooh and then maybe a sundae for dessert."

"Aw, he's all excited," Evelyn said, laughing as they found a table. "What're the milkshakes like, Lij? And what the fuck's a coke float? Sounds like drugs."

"It's coke with ice cream on the top," Dom said, rolling his eyes and looking at his menu. "Ooooh, pancakes with blueberries, Billy'd like them..."

At that, all three of the others whacked Dom simultaneously with their menus.

"Ow! What the fuck was that for?!"

"Jesus, Dom, can you shut up about Billy for two seconds?" Elijah asked. "He's great, really he is, and I'm completely happy for you, but you are allowed to go out and have fun without him."

"I was just saying..." Dom said, holding his hands up.

"Yeah, well, don't," Evelyn said, looking at her menu again, "You'll just make me feel even more sad and desperate."

"Aw, sugarplum, you're just fine!" Elijah exclaimed, leaving the others to stare at him. "And Dominic, I've got just the thing for you. Come with me. Ladies, if the waitress comes, get me a coffee and a stack of strawberry pancakes to start. And sausage. C'mon."

"Lij, what the hell are you doing?" Dom asked, following Elijah into the empty toilets. "If you think I'm sucking you off or something you can think again..."

Elijah burst out laughing and shook his head, checking all the cubicles to make sure they were empty before locking the door from the inside and reaching up to crack the little window on one wall. "No, mate, not my cup of tea. Got something to help take your mind off Billy, though," he admitted with a twinkle in his eye, pulling a little baggie out of his pocket with what looked like two hand-rolled cigarettes in it. "American diner tradition, Dom, you can't say no."

"What the – is that – is that weed?" Dom exclaimed, staring at the bag and shaking his head. "Oh, no. No fucking way, it's illegal!"

"Shhh!" Elijah hissed. "Of course it's illegal. Now we'd better hurry up before someone tries to come in here," Elijah insisted, lighting both joints at once and passing one to Dom. "Go on, then. Do you know how?"

"What? Of course I don't – I've never even smoked!" Dom whispered, holding the spliff between thumb and forefinger and looking at it critically.

"All right, Dom, watch and learn. Here, you just suck on this end, and then you hold it in as long as you can. Then inhale once more to get it into your lungs, and then you can breathe out. Like so," Elijah explained, demonstrating a drag. "Now you try. And if it makes you feel any better, I guarantee your dear Mister Boyd has done this in his lifetime."

"Billy has never smoked weed," Dom said with a glare, although he seriously doubted it. "So, like this?" he asked, inhaling and then coughing, his face turning red before he inhaled again and then exhaled.

"Yeah, remind me again in what year he was born?" Elijah teased. "Don't forget to inhale twice. You don't have to suck hard, this isn't a blowjob. Just breathe in deeply."

"Fuck off," Dom muttered, but doing as he was told all the same. "And he was born in sixty-seven," he added, turning his chin up and exhaling.

"My point exactly," Elijah agreed, taking another long drag and blowing towards the open window, then reaching into a cubicle and ashing into a toilet. "Just don't tell the girls, they'll freak. But you're going to love diner food after this, Dom, oh my God, it's amazing. A brilliant Yom Kippur tradition. Fucks you up even more if you haven't eaten all day."

"Oh, Christ, we are in so much trouble," Dom said, shaking his head and sighing as he inhaled again. "You, particularly are in so much trouble, because your girlfriend is out there and I don't think that she's going to take kindly to you being stoned."

"I can play it off," Elijah reasoned. "I'm a fucking pro at this. My cousin taught me when I was fifteen, remember that time we went to California for a couple of weeks to visit family? That's where this comes from. Good weed, Dominic. You're a privileged man to start on this shit."

"Whatever," Dom said, inhaling again. "God, I feel sick. Do I just have to smoke my way through it or something?"

"I don't know, man, maybe you'd better stop, or at least slow down. You're going pretty fast," Elijah suggested. "You want me to finish yours?"

"No!" Dom protested, glaring and whipping the spliff away from Elijah's reach. "I'm finishing this myself, you can sod off."

Elijah laughed and held both hands up, his joint between two fingers. "All right, all right. You know you don't always get high your first time, though. Do you feel anything?"

"Guess I'm a bit lightheaded," Dom said, grinning and taking another drag. "Oh fuck, I just said 'guess'! I'm disowning you."

Elijah laughed out loud, shoving Dom's shoulder. "C'mon, we've gotta finish and get back before they think I am giving you a blowjob. And much as I love you, man, no."

"Aw," Dom said, finishing the rest of his spliff and then chucking it out of the window, "But I miss blowjobs when Billy's not here. He does this amazing thing with his tongue, you know, all spit and suction and ahhhh, God...."

"Dommm!" Elijah yelped as he tossed his own joint. "This was supposed to be to make you forget about Billy, oh my God. C'mon, maybe our food's ready. Aw, shit, you didn't order anything, did you?" he realised as they left the loo.

"Oh, boo, I didn't," Dom whinged, wrapping his arm around Elijah's shoulders and walking (as best he could) back over to their table.

"Dom, we got you some French toast and bacon, we weren't sure what you... oh my God, are you high?" Evelyn hissed, staring critically at the two of them.

"Shit," Elijah groaned. "How the fuck did you..."

"Take a look at his eyes, genius," Amelia replied, thwapping him over the head. "And I assume you're not exactly innocent in this."

"Oh my God, food," Dom groaned, missing the girls' suspicion entirely and ripping off a piece of pancake, shoving it into his mouth. "Gah, nice," he said, leaning on Evelyn and shoving some bacon in at the same time.

"What did you do to him?" Evelyn exclaimed, petting Dom's hair soothingly and glaring at Elijah.

"Why must you assume it was me? Maybe he coaxed me into it!"

"Yeah, right," Amelia scoffed. "Eat your sausage, you bleeding idiot."

"Mm. Nice. Want some, Evey baby?" Dom giggled and poked some pancake into Evelyn's mouth, not managing to get it in and instead hitting her chin with it. "Eeeeeeeat mah pancakes, Evelyn. Eat themmmm..."

"Dom! You're getting syrup all over my face, you big numptie! Do I have to order you a milkhillariousshake to shut you up? Give you something to suck on?"

"Mmmm, yes please," Dom said, grinning up at Evelyn and pulling his phone out of his pocket. "Ring Billy and get him to come down. I'll suck on something of his."

"Oh God, you're not really going to call him, are you?" Elijah asked around a large mouthful of pancakes.

"Huh?" Dom asked, trying to press the right buttons and failing miserably. "I...Evelyn, you do it!"

"Do you really think it's a good idea?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Oh God, it'll be hilarious though!" Elijah exclaimed. "He's two on the speed dial, Evelyn, after Dom's voicemail. C'mon, hit it."

"Ooh, two!" Dom exclaimed. "I can find two!"

Evelyn just groaned as Dom held down the button and then stared at the phone, waiting for something to happen. "Put it to your ear, sweetheart, that's right..."

"Hello? Dominic?"

"Bill!" Dom exclaimed happily, pointing to the phone as he looked at his friends, "It's Billy! He sounds far away."

"That's because he's in Manchester, idiot," Evelyn said, rolling her eyes.

"Sweetheart, are you okay? Where are you?"

"I'm fine!" Dom replied, leaning all over Evelyn again. "We're in a...thingy. Elijah's eating stuff."

"You're in a thingy? A restaurant? A little drunk, lad?" Billy asked with laughter in his tone.

"No, not drunk, not drunk. Lij...gave me stuff. Like, uh, smoking stuff. He's eating sausage."

"Dom? You're high?" Billy exclaimed. "Oh, Jesus."

"Not really!" Dom said, grinning and playing with the saltshaker, "I'm sitting on Evelyn. She's higher than me but not that high. I'm little."

"I know you're little, darling. You're also stoned. Do me a favour and pass Elijah the phone, will you?"

"Mmkay," Dom said, pressing his lips to the mouthpiece and making a loud kissing noise before handing Elijah the phone.

"Hey, Billy! What? No. No, it's good shit, I know the guy who grows it. No, don't worry. He's fine, Billy, I promise," Elijah exclaimed, rolling his eyes at Dom across the table as he gulped at his coffee. "I taught him... it's a safe environment. What? No. The loo. Listen, I promise he's in good hands. Yeah. Yeah, okay. Here he is."

"I am in so much trouble," Elijah groaned at Amelia, his head falling against her chest as he passed the phone back.

"Dominic? Are you there, love?"

"Yep!" Dom replied, picking up some more pancake and 'feeding' it to the phone. "Have some pancake Bill. Nice pancake. Mm."

"Alas, lad, I am in Manchester and therefore cannot eat your pancake. Why don't you eat your pancake, okay? Might help you sober up. Are you drinking water, lad?"

"Uhhhh...I've got a cherry milkshake."

"That's mine!"

"Oh it's Evelyn's. I have my hands then, in that case."

"Well don't eat your hands, sweetheart. Order some water and drink all of it, okay? And don't pee in the bushes or anything equally stupid. And ring me when you get home? You're not driving, are you? Or Elijah?"

"No, no, no, Milly's driving. I want you, Bill. Why aren't you here?"

"Because you're at uni, little wildcat, and I have to teach. Remember?"

"Oh. Oh, yeah. Kiss me goodbye, then," Dom proceeded to make kissing noises down the phone and then giggled. "Love youuuuu."

"Love you too, Dominic," Billy replied, making a considerably more subdued kissing noise before hanging up.

"What did he say to you?" Amelia asked Elijah when Dom pocketed his phone.

"That he's going to serve my balls up on a platter and feed them to me," Elijah replied. "So. Sundaes, anyone?"

~*~

A couple of weeks before Christmas, Dom was sat on the train to Manchester, eagerly anticipating pulling into the station. Instead of getting off as he normally did, Billy would join him and they would both take the train up to Glasgow, seeing as Billy thought it was high time that Dom met his family.

Bouncing a little in his seat, Dom tidied up his books and pens and things yet again so that Billy would be able to sit down without moving anything.

Finally, fifteen minutes later, the train slowed to a stop at the station in Manchester and Dom flattened his face against the window, desperate to see Billy, seeing as it had been about five weeks. And sure enough, there he was, standing there in a slate blue jumper and a big black wool overcoat, his hair covered by a grey newsboy cap that looked a little out of place but was apparently keeping his head warm, along with a burgundy scarf looped several times around his neck. Dom smiled fondly at the completely mismatched outfit, and then leaned halfway out of his seat when Billy got on board the train without seeing him, waving frantically when he walked down the aisle, bag over his shoulder.

"Dominic!" Billy exclaimed, throwing his bag into the overhead storage area and then throwing both arms around him, leaning halfway down into the seat as a couple of middle-aged ladies tried to scoot past.

"Come here, sit down," Dom said, beaming and hugging Billy again, squeezing tightly. "God, I missed you. Are you all right? School was okay? You missed me too?"

"Missed you so much, sweetheart. I'm good, school's fine. Blokes are getting restless the closer we get to Christmas, but I think they're enjoying my lessons. I'm so glad you're going to get to meet my family."

"Me too!" Dom said, kissing Billy briefly and then rummaging in his bag for something. "I'm a bit nervous, but still, I bought them some things." He produced a few little trinkets he'd picked up at shops around Oxford over the past week or so, with the help of his friends. "I even got backup things in case the girls aren't girly and Roger isn't that much of a boy's boy. What do you think?" he asked, putting the pencil crayons and pretty hair grips and toy cars and plasticine and fingerpuppets on the table in front of them. "You said they liked presents, so I thought..."

"It's perfect, lad. You're going to be their favourite, I know. All I brought them was books and chocolates and a CD of Peter and the Wolf; I have no creativity."

Dom flushed and smiled. "They might hate me because I'm all shy and spastic. And you are creative and you know it, so shush," he added, kissing Billy's cheek. "God, I missed you," he whispered, resting his head on Billy's shoulder and joining their hands together.

"I know they'll love you," Billy argued, "because I love you. And I'm so glad we have this weekend," he added, squeezing Dom's hands and rubbing his cheek against the top of Dom's head.

"Mmm, I know. Reckon we can dick out of church on Sunday?" he asked, grinning wickedly and nipping Billy's neck, "I feel like I've had a permanent hard-on since you left the last time."

"Dick out? Aye, I think we may be able to," Billy agreed with a little giggle.

"Tramp," Dom muttered fondly, slapping Billy's thigh. "Did you get my last story, by the way?"

"I did," Billy replied, lowering his voice to the whisper. "Poured myself a glass of that brandy and jerked myself off in the kitchen."

"Oh, fuck," Dom gasped, shifting one of his books into his lap to conceal the beginnings of an erection. "Really?"

"Aye. Would've rung but it was late, and I knew how hard you'd been working on that Tennyson paper."

"You should've rung anyway," Dom returned, pushing the book down and then whimpering when all it did was increase the friction to his cock. "So what did you think?"

"I thought it was bloody brilliant, but that's no surprise. I especially liked the bit with the massage. Art imitates life, does it? Don't go on getting a hard-on now though, lad. We need to go to the dining car soon for ham sandwiches!" he announced cheerily. "Best dinner ever."

"And I might need to go to the toilet for a wank," Dom hissed back, squeezing Billy's thigh. "You and your ham sandwiches. I worry about you eating when I'm not at home, you know."

"I eat fine," Billy insisted. "Pot noodles are perfectly healthy, and sometimes I have a frozen vegetable as well. Or chow mein. And I don't get pepperoni on my pizza very much. I tried to make coq au vin again the other day but it wasn't very good."

"Don't!" Dom exclaimed, pressing his hands over his ears and shaking his head, "I don't need to hear it!"

Billy laughed and pulled his hands away gently, kissing one ear. "You'll teach me more things, lad. I have tried the things you've taught me. And Cate and I eat dinner out or at her place with her husband once a week so that I don't become completely vitamin-deficient."

"Oh, well at least that's something," Dom huffed, rolling his eyes. "I do worry about you, though you know, Billy, you need to eat properly."

"I eat!" Billy argued. "At least you know I get my protein," he pointed out with a ridiculous wink.

"Hmm," Dom said, folding his arms. "Still not satisfied, but whatever. I'll feed you when you come and see me, so I know you're getting something decent down your neck every now and again."

"Yes, dad," Billy teased, nudging his shoulder. "C'mon. Let me get out of all this and then we'll go andgo find get ham sandwiches," he suggested, tugging at his scarf.

"Mmm, yay," Dom said, grinning and whipping Billy's hat off then quickly unbuttoning his coat.

"You little dork. You do love ham sandwiches!" Billy exclaimed, dropping his scarf in his seat and shrugging his coat off his shoulders as they stood up.

"I was 'yaying' about you getting your kit off, actually," Dom said, smiling and then resting his hand on Billy's stomach when they sat back down.

"Ah, well that's all right then," Billy replied, smiling and sneaking a kiss when he was pretty sure the businessmen across the aisle weren't paying attention.

"Mmmm," Dom murmured, smiling at Billy, very, very glad that they were together again. "So what am I to expect when I meet your family, love?"

"I don't know... we're fairly normal, I suppose. It can be crazy with the wee ones running around, but they're not so wee anymore excepting Roger. You'll get a lot of brownie points if you know anything about polishing nails or braiding hair or movie stars. Or if you like to go shopping."

"Um," Dom said, "I know nothing about any of that. But I could learn, right? They'll teach me how to do that stuff so I can do it with them next time we visit?"

"I'm just teasing, lad. Of course they will. Elsie especially. Last time she tried to teach me to do French ribbon braids with her Barbies."

"Oh, good," Dom said, sighing with relief and smiling. "What does Roger like doing? Will I have any more luck with him?"

"Probably so," Billy agreed. "He's my favourite. He's a very quiet child, but he likes playing with blocks and reading stories. Maggie's worried about him starting school this year, because he's just so shy and sensitive, but he's doing all right so far. Has a little girlfriend apparently."

Dom beamed at the description then giggled and thwapped Billy. "You're not meant to have favourites," he scolded, re-stacking his books on the table.

"Why not? I don't tell them! My dear little organiser."

"Yeah, well." Dom smiled. "Undiagnosed OCD or something, isn't it? Do you love me?"

"Of course I love you, sweetheart. Do you even have to ask?"

"Well no," Dom said, grinning again, "it's just nice to hear it sometimes. I love you too, you know."

"I know, wildcat. And I'm so glad," Billy replied, giving Dom a little squeeze. "Ham sammich now? I'll share mine with you."

Dom giggled. "Sammich. You sound about Roger's age. But yes, come on then. My treat."

~*~

"William Boyd, you put him down! You're worse than his father!" Maggie shrieked, standing in the front hallway in a lab coat and tailored trousers with her hands on her hips as Billy lifted a giggling little boy over his head on the front porch.

"Oh, Mags, c'mon. He likes it. Don't you, Roger?"

"Put me down, Uncle Billy!" the little blonde boy shrieked.

Laughing quietly, Dom hung back a little and watched nervously as Billy spun Roger around and then opened his arms wide when two girls, one as tall as Dom, came running out of the house.

"How's college, Jamie?" Billy asked, kissing her cheek and hugging her tightly.

"Fine!" She replied, "Quite cool, actually."

"And school, Elsie?" Billy asked.

"Good," she said, nodding. "All right, yeah."

"I'd like you all to meet someone. This is Dominic, but you can call him Dom if you like, most people do."

"Pleased to meet you," Jamie spoke up, extending her hand politely as Roger hid behind Billy's leg.

"Um, hiya," Dom said, flushing and shaking Jamie's hand awkwardly. "Nice to meet you as well."

"You're kind of young," Elsie commented.

"Elsie!" Jamie exclaimed, smacking her sister's shoulder. "Sorry Dom, she can be a bit..."

"Hey!"

"Yeah, I'm uh, I'm twenty," Dom said, going even redder. He coughed and looked to Billy for help, biting his lip.

"Dom just had a birthday," Billy announced.

"Did you have a party?" Elsie asked.

"Well I brought him a cake on the train, but it was kind of smushed," Billy admitted.

Dom nodded in confirmation and smiled at the memory. "Tasted nice, though," he said, nodding. "So, uh...what are you doing for your A-Levels, Jamie?" Dom asked, blushing again but relatively confident that this was something he could talk about.

"German, English, History, and Sociology," she replied as they all went inside and Billy grabbed their bags to take upstairs. "Which did you do?"

"German, English, History and French," Dom said, laughing at the similarities. "You, uh, you finding them all right?" he asked as he looked around at the pictures in the hall, smiling at one of Billy and Roger, which looked relatively new.

"I suppose so," she replied with a shrug. "I'll be glad when I'm done, though."

"I know the feeling," Dom replied with a smile. "Uni's not that much better."

"Oh God, don't tell me that!" she groaned, just as a man suddenly emerged from the back of the house.

"You must be Dominic. I'm Maggie's better half," Robert joked.

"And I'm Billy's, I suppose," Dom replied, shaking Robert's hand and managing to smile, despite feeling incredibly nervous.

"Welcome to Glasgow, then. Is this your first time here?" Robert asked, scooping Roger up with one hand when he suddenly ran over to grab his dad's leg.

"It is, yeah," Dom replied, blushing as he rummaged in his bag. "I, uh, I brought you a plant." He extracted the small potted green thing and held it out, feeling incredibly stupid. "To thank you for having me, you know."

"No trouble at all," Robert replied, smiling as he took the plant from Dom. "This is lovely, I'll go and find a place for it until we can plant it in the ground."

As Robert wandered off, Billy came back down the stairs and gave Dom a peck on the cheek. "Hey kids, I think he's got presents in there for you."

"Oh, I, uh, well yeah," Dom stammered, going bright red again as the children crowded round him. He extracted another bag from his bag and gave it to Elsie. "There's um, things in there for all of you, and I found a Hertford badge for you each, seeing as your uncle Billy went there. Is that, uh...well, I hope it's all right."

"It's lovely, Dom," Jamie said kindly, giving him a pleasant smile. "Thank you for bringing us things."

"Ooh, look, Jamie, hair clips!" Elsie cheered.

Roger on the other hand took out the plasticine and grinned, removing it from its tub and promptly starting to play with it. Dom suddenly understood why Robert's shirt had a streak of yellow paint on it that he didn't seem to notice and his hair appeared to be sprinkled with glitter.

"Well, that seems to uh, have gone down..." Dom trailed off and smiled to himself, scratching the top of his head and then looking over at Billy.

Billy grinned and sat down next to Dom on the sofago, wrapping his arm around his waist and squeezing, then turning to brush his lips against Dom's ear. "You're doing just fine, love," he whispered as they kids looked through their presents.

"Did you get us anything, Uncle Billy?" Roger asked suddenly, in a very small voice.

"Not books again," Elsie moaned.

"Elsie!" Jamie exclaimed. "Stop being such a terror."

"I am not a terror! He always brings books."

"And alas, I have yet again," Billy admitted with a dramatic sigh. "But I also brought chocolate."

"Ooh! Chocolate!"

As Billy rooted through his bag, Roger walked over to the two of them and crawled up onto Billy's lap, wriggling around until he was comfortable and staring at Dom with wide eyes. Dom's first instinct was to stare back, but he managed to smile instead, before looking down at his own lap, embarrassed.

"So what have you been doing lately, Rog?" Billy asked. "Anything fun in class?"

"Um... we learned about dinosaurs," Roger replied quietly. "And birds and fish."

At the mention of dinosaurs, Dom's ears pricked up and he coughed quietly, looking at Roger again. "My favourite dinosaur name to say is 'Diplodocus'," he said, tightening his hand on Billy's leg, "what's yours?"

"Triceratops," Roger replied with a little smile, looking up at Dom through his pale lashes.

Dom grinned back and then looked at Billy, very pleased with himself.

"Where do you come from, Dom?" Elsie asked, her head cocked to the side, allowing Dom to see where she'd put all of her new clips in her hair.

"Manchester," Dom replied.

"As in Manchester United?" she squealed, and Dom laughed a little and nodded.

"You're really from Manchester?"

"Yeah. Your uncle lives there, though, it shouldn't be too much of a surprise."

"But you're really from Manchester," she said, grinning, "which means I can support Man U now without getting called a gloryhunter."

"You can support them because Dom lives there?"

"Yes, Uncle Billy," Elsie said, hands on her hips. "Family connection, duh. It's not cheating now."

Billy smiled warmly, giving Dom another little squeeze. "I suppose you're right," he agreed softly. "But only while he's here! Rest of the time it's Rangers or bust, Missy!"

"But, but the Rangers never win anything!" Elsie complained, gasping as Jamie distracted her with a pallet of make-up from Dom's magic bag.

"It's not about winning," Billy muttered to himself, "it's about loyalty."

"Too right," Dom said, smiling at Billy, "I'm just fortunate that I can be loyal and my team get all the glory anyway."

"Oh piss off," Billy muttered, clapping his hand over his mouth when Roger stared at him. "Oops."

"William Boyd, are you corrupting my children?" Maggie asked, emerging from the kitchen again to give him a clearly well honed sisterly glare.

"Of course not," Billy replied, with a just as practiced-looking angelic smile.

Dom stood up hurriedly, brushed himself down and offered his hand to Maggie, turning bright red again. "I'm, uh, I'm Dominic," he said, somewhat unnecessarily, doing his best to make a good first impression on the sister that Billy so clearly adored

"Yes, I gathered that," Maggie replied with a laugh. "Sorry for dashing off; Robert wanted to come out and meet you and I didn't want our tea burnt. It will be ready in just a few minutes; he's dishing out."

"Oh, right, thank you," Dom said, smiling and looking down at Billy with a raised eyebrow which was clearly meant to communicate 'I told you they'd cook tea!'

Billy shook his head quickly, looking slightly panicked for a reason Dom couldn't discern, and then smiled innocently at Maggie when she glanced at him. "So, what're we having?" he asked.

"Pasta primavera, your favourite," she replied. "Don't think I don't know what kind of crap you eat down there."

"I keep telling him he should eat properly," Dom said, relieved to have found someone who seemed to be on Billy's back about food as much as he was. "I've even tried teaching him to cook but he's hopeless..."

"Remember when he looked after us, Elsie?" Jamie asked with a twinkle in her eye, "And he tried to cook mashed potatoes and he burnt them? How do you manage to survive when you visit him, Dom?"

"I cook," Dom replied, smiling, "That way I can be sure that neither of us gets food poisoning."

Jamie and Elsie both laughed loudly at that and Billy just rolled his eyes, muttering to himself. "My own family conspiring against me..."

Dom just smiled and wondered whether he was considered to be Billy's family yet.

"All right, come and get it!" Robert suddenly called from the kitchen, and Elsie and Roger went running, followed closely by Jamie. Billy smiled and stood and held a hand out to Dom, pulling him up off the sofa as Maggie followed her brood into the kitchen. "Love you," Billy whispered, giving him a quick kiss before following his family.

"I love you too," Dom replied, kissing Billy's cheek gently and then squeezing his arse, less gently. "Want you so much, though, Bill, you've no idea..." Dom made sure he whispered so as not to be overheard by anyone as they made their way slowly into the kitchen. "I feel terrible that all I can think about is getting your cock up my arse as quickly as possible."

"Don't make me get a hotel room in my own city just to have sex with my boyfriend, or everyone I know will lose all respect for me," Billy murmured under his breath before they stepped into the kitchen, where two seats next to each other were reserved for them across from the girls. Dom sat down by Maggie so that Billy could be next to Roger, and they all bowed their heads so that Robert could say grace before all the kids started reaching quickly for the food.

"Honestly, you'd think we raised them to go hungry," Maggie muttered in Dom's general direction, blushing slightly.

"I think it's nice," Dom replied, smiling as all the kids tucked in. "It's good that they like food."

"Have you ever met a child who didn't?" Robert asked with a little laugh.

"I wasn't keen on food when I was younger," Dom replied, "But only because I had to sit still at the table for what seemed like hours on end when I could be doing better things."

"Well you couldn't be more different from Billy in that regard," Maggie said with a conspiratorial little smile. "He's always loved food. He was a bit pudgy when he was little; I'll show you pictures after dinner if you like. And he was never very restless as a child. He used to sit in the corner and read or work on an art project for hours while our mam ran around trying to keep me in one piece."

"Maggie, if you show him pictures of me as a kid, you are very, very dead," Billy warned.

Elsie giggled and clapped her hands, dropping her fork with a loud clatter in the process. "Ooh, mum, can we see? Pretty please?"

Dom laughed quietly as well and looked at Billy. "Please can I see pictures, Billy?" he asked, grinning, "please?"

"Yeah, let him, Uncle Billy," Jamie encouraged, smiling widely as well. "You're bound to have seen pictures of Dom, anyway."

"I haven't, actually," Billy replied, "and I never will ask to if you save me this ultimate embarrassment. Really, you don't want to see me as the fat kid. The only thing I had going for me in those days was hair."

"Well I was all skinny and mutant!" Dom protested, "And I was always covered in bruises and my ears stuck out a mile from my head, which they still do, to be fair, and please let me see the pictures?"

"Please, Uncle Billy?" Elsie asked, pouting in what looked like it was meant to be an innocent gesture.

"I hate you all," Billy grumbled, and Maggie grinned broadly.

"It's settled, then. We'll look at them during dessert."

"Dessert??" Roger exclaimed, suddenly animated, bouncing in his chair.

"Yes, Sir," Robert agreed, ruffling his hair. "Strawberry shortcake for the kids and tiramisu for the adults. Jamie, you may have either since it's not a school night."

"Ooh, homemade tiramisu?" Billy asked. "Dom, you have to try this. It's absolutely mouth watering."

"I'm absolutely certain it is," Dom said, smiling at Robert and eating another spoonful of pasta. "Your food puts my chicken salad and apple crumble to shame, Robert, it really does."

"Well what Billy isn't telling you is that I went to culinary school before I met Maggie, Dom, and worked as a sou chef and then an assistant to the executive chef in a restaurant with three Michelin stars. I wasn't always a stay-at-home dad," Robert admitted with a smile. "But I'd be happy to share recipes if you're interested."

"Wow," Dom said, suitably impressed, "Yeah, I'd, uh, I'd love to do that, thank you."

"Robert misses having people to talk food with," Maggie explained. "None of the kids are really interested in cooking, and I do about as well as Billy, though I try harder."

Dom laughed. "I don't think he can help it," he said, stroking Billy's thigh affectionately.

"Yeah, stop picking on me," Billy agreed, taking a sip of his wine. "I'm a poor, innocent bachelor whose boyfriend is away getting smarter and can't cook for me."

"Aw, love," Dom said, cocking his head to the side, "I'll be done in two years and then I can cook for you all the time."

"Are you going to live together after you've finished uni then, Dom?" Jamie asked, sipping her squash.

"Elbows off the table, Elsie!" Maggie scolded, rolling her eyes.

Elsie groaned but obeyed, and Billy laughed as he answered Jamie's question. "Aye, lass, we plan to."

"In your house in Manchester?"

"Well we've talked about a house in Oxford, actually," Billy explained. "Dom really likes it there, and I did as well, when I'm a student."

"So you're going to move even further from your poor sister who never sees you as it is, is that it?" Maggie asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh sod off," he replied with a laugh. "You're on call half the time anyway, don't pull the poor sister card with me, missy."

"I'll make sure he visits, Maggie," Dom said, surprising himself with being able to talk to Billy's family without looking like a beetroot. "And we'll try and get a house with a guest bedroom or two so you can all come and stay, if you like."

"Ooh, can we mum?" Elsie asked. "I want to stay with Dom and Uncle Billy!"

"We'll see," Maggie replied. "Perhaps on school holidays if you promise to be good and not harass them you and Jamie could go by yourselves."

Jamie gasped. "Can I go by myself, mum, please? I'd be really good and no trouble at all and I'd help with everything, I promise. I really want to visit Oxford!"

"Mum!" Elsie whinged, "That's not fair, I want to go as well!"

"Well Elsie's not going by herself," Robert reasoned. "Jamie, if you want to go alone you can do well on your A-levels and study hard like Dom and maybe you can go there in a couple of years as a student."

Nodding encouragingly, Dom smiled. "I'd help you, if you liked, and I'm sure Billy would as well. You could come down and have a look at the colleges, if you wanted to, and then you and Elsie can come when we've got our own house and you won't have to sleep on the floor in my room."

"That's fine with me," Maggie agreed. "If you want to go and look at colleges next year, I don't see why not, but no pestering Dominic or begging him to go looking for boys," she added with a knowing look.

"I don't know," Robert teased. "I might like whatever student type she finds in Oxford better than the street ruffians hanging around Glasgow."

"Yeah, but she might fall in love with some charming professor and then what would you do?" Billy teased, giving Dom a little wink.

"Ew, no way," Jamie interrupted. "No offence, Uncle Billy, but no."

Dom burst out laughing and continued to giggle into his pasta for quite some time. "None of the professors at Oxford are as attractive as your Uncle Billy," he managed after a while, grinning. "But there are plenty of attractive students that might take your fancy."

"Stop corrupting my child, Dom!" Maggie said, grinning all the same.

"You can corrupt me if you want, but please don't talk about how attractive Uncle Billy is. Can we go look at cute boys though, Dom? I bet you'd be fun to go out with. I mean, out around town, not... out," Jamie clarified, blushing heavily.

Dom blushed as well and stared down at his lap before reminding himself that he was the adult and he had to stop acting like an embarrassed teenager.

"My friends are probably more fun than me, to be honest. You'll like Elijah. Won't she, Bill?"

"Oh God," Billy groaned. "Please don't let my niece near Elijah."

"Who's Elijah?" Elsie asked.

"His American best friend," Billy replied. "A horrible influence."

"He's American?" Jamie squealed, and Dom nodded, shooting a warning look at Billy.

"Does he come from Hollywood?" Elsie asked, wide-eyed.

"No," Dom said, smiling and shaking his head, "Iowa. It's basically a cornfield. Sounds a bit less glamorous now, right?"

"Oh. A cornfield? Is he a farmer, then?" Elsie asked, frowning. "Does he wear dungarees?"

Again, Dom laughed and shook his head. "No. He's a student, like me. I think his grandad was a farmer, though, but I'm not sure."

"What is he studying here for?"

"His family moved here a few years ago," Dom replied. "He likes it, so he stayed."

"I don't blame him," Jamie replied. "I wouldn't want to go back to America, either."

"I've never been," Dom said, eating some more pasta.

"Maybe sometime we'll go on holiday," Billy suggested. "Bring Elijah along as a tour guide."

"Hm," Dom said, smiling at Billy secretively, "go to California perhaps. Visit that cousin of his."

Billy blushed and kicked Dom under the table, as Dom had explained the marijuana incident fully the next day on the phone. "Maybe."

"Anyway," Dom said, "you're more than welcome to come down, Jamie. Just give Billy a ring and he'll pass the details on, or you could have my phone number or e-mail if you wanted. Either way. I'll have a word with the lass at the lodge and see if we can get you your own room for the weekend, as well."

"Oh, that would be brilliant, Dom, thank you!"

Robert laughed and shook his head. "And to think just yesterday they were in nappies..."

"Daaad!" both girls groaned simultaneously.

Dom grinned and rested his hand on Billy's thigh with a gentle squeeze, glad to have been so easily accepted into Billy's family.

"All right girls," Maggie announced. "Finish your supper and you can have shortcake and pictures of fat Uncle Billy."

Billy groaned, and Maggie just grinned.

"Since when did I become a spectator sport?"

"Since you become an uncle, dear."

~*~

"You look particularly sexy like that, you know," Dom remarked as Billy bent over to pull his socks off before getting into bed.

Billy threw Dom a look over his shoulder and Dom grinned. "Well. You do. Even if I have just spent the last hour looking at fat Billy pictures."

"Are you just angling for sex?" Billy asked, folding his arms over his bare chest and looking pointedly at Dom's crotch.

"Might be," Dom replied, smiling coyly and patting the bed next to him. "Come on, Bill, I can be quiet. And it's been ages..."

"Dom, I know you. You cannot possibly be quiet enough for me to be confident that my family will not hear us, and if they did it would scar me for life. Possibly the afterlife as well."

"Please, Bill?" Dom asked with a little pout, "I haven't even kissed you properly yet. And you could gag me or something, how about that? Please?"

"Christ, Dom, don't suggest things like that," Billy groaned. "You want a proper kiss though, c'mere, I'll kiss you."

"You come here," Dom replied a bit petulantly, patting the bed next to him.

Billy laughed and sat down on the bed, wrapping his arms around Dom's waist and pressing his lips lightly to Dom's. "That what you wanted?" he asked with a teasing glint in his eyes.

"Well if you're going to be like that, fine," Dom huffed, flipping the lamp of and rolling onto his side, his back to Billy.

"Aw, sweetheart," Billy cooed, lying down behind Dom and slipping his arm around Dom's waist, pressing his lips to Dom's neck. "I was only playing with you."

"I know." Dom turned round and smiled at Billy, throwing one leg over his waist. "Are you going to kiss your young boyfriend properly now?"

"Yes, sir," Billy replied with a little grin, reaching around to grab his arse and hold him close while he pressed into Dom's mouth with his tongue.

"Mmmm, God," Dom moaned, licking the underside of Billy's tongue with his own, pushing his hips forward.

"Yeah, that's good," Billy muttered, and Dom could feel his cock start to harden against one thigh.

"Oh yeah," Dom agreed, reaching down and tugging Billy closer by his arse, rocking his hips determinedly. "So, so good, Billy, ah..."

"That's right, my pretty lad," Billy whispered against his ear, nibbling at it as he pushed Dom over to his back and rubbed against him with a bit more leverage.

"Oh Christ," Dom whispered, keeping hold of Billy's arse and meeting every one of Billy's thrusts with one of his own. "Mmm, you're wonderful, you know that?"

"I do now," Billy replied, laughing as he tugged at a bit of skin on Dom's neck with his teeth. "Which is convenient, because you're amazing."

"Oh. Well, good," Dom said, smiling and whimpering quietly when he pushed upwards harder than he had before.

"Next time, I'm going to have you in my house, at Christmas, and you can scream as loudly as you like," Billy whispered, rubbing the back of Dom's neck. "I know it's hard for my wildcat to keep quiet."

"Billy, stop it..." Dom whinged, closing his eyes. "You know I can't concentrate when you say stuff like that."

"What do you have to concentrate for?" Billy asked, rising up a bit on his knees on either side of Dom to get his hand onto Dom's crotch, gently rubbing. "Just feel me."

"Oh, God, Billy," Dom groaned, "I need...I need to concentrate on being quiet but ah, God, that feels bloody brilliant..."

"Oh," Billy replied. "Do you want... I can fuck you," he suggested, "and keep my hand over your mouth if you need."

"Yeah," Dom rasped, nodding enthusiastically, "Yeah, do that. Please, God, soon..."

Billy grinned in the dim light and leaned halfway over the bed, rummaging around in his bag until he emerged triumphant with the lube. "Hands and knees, love, that's the only way I can do this."

Dom shivered and did as he was told, rolling onto his stomach and then getting to his hands and knees and hoping to Christ that the bed didn't squeak.

"Good lad," Billy murmured, pressing a slick finger gently against Dom's hole. "Now you're going to have to control yourself for this part," he warned quietly, pushing steadily inside.

Biting his lip, Dom nodded and screwed his eyes shut, breathing heavily. "Just don't...you know, don't touch me...there," he said, flushing.

"All right," Billy agreed, opening Dom up quickly and efficiently and managing to avoid putting any pressure on his prostate. "Ready?" he asked, gently trailing his lips up Dom's spine as he pressed the head of his cock up against Dom's opening.

"Why are you asking me this?" Dom whispered incredulously, pushing back and moaning softly. "Of course I am! Just bloody do it!"

Billy laughed softly and pushed the head of his cock inside, then when it was fully in, reached around and pressed his hand over Dom's mouth, keeping the other hand on the bed for leverage as he moved the rest of the way forward.

Dom moaned loudly, very glad for Billy's hand over his mouth as he clenched down on Billy's cock and shuddered, so bloody glad to have Billy inside him again.

Billy kept the pace slow at first, giving Dom time to adjust rather than just pushing in hard enough to risk Dom making too loud a noise even through his hand. His lips continued to tease Dom's skin, moving from his neck to his shoulder and back again, his teeth occasionally grazing as well.

Dom began to writhe and arch his back under Billy's mouth, feeling tremors run through him at all the combined sensations. He groaned and pushed back onto Billy's cock, urging him to go harder.

And Billy obliged, sinking his teeth into Dom's shoulder and pushing into Dom hard enough in a single stroke for Dom to feel Billy's body push fully up against his, though his hand tightened on Dom's mouth briefly in a warning.

Even with Billy's hand clamped around his face, Dom cried out, trying desperately to be quiet. "Billy," he groaned, although it was muffled against Billy's hand.

"Touch yourself, lad," Billy whispered. "I haven't got enough hands."

Dom was about to protest with the fact that he didn't need to touch himself, but he remembered he couldn't communicate and thought it best to just do as he was told, under the circumstances. He reached down and gripped his cock, moaning when he began to stroke.

"Good boy," Billy whispered. "Not too loud, now. Come for me and then I'll come inside you, lad," he promised.

Nodding, Dom increased his pace then slowed again, repeating the process about half-a-dozen times before he began to whimper again, slamming backwards onto Billy's cock, desperate for just a bit more.

Guessing what Dom wanted, Billy pushed inside more insistently, managing to hold him down and keep him quiet at the same time, rubbing constantly over his prostate. As Dom whimpered, Billy let two of his fingers slip between Dom's lips, slightly sweaty, urging him to suck.

"Ah!" Dom cried around Billy's fingers, sucking and licking for all he was worth. "Ah, oh..." he squeezed his cock one more time, tensed his thighs, then came, trying not to get any of his come on the bed.

As Dom shivered and reached for a tissue, wiping his hand quickly, Billy peppered kisses all over his back and shoulders, slowing his thrusts, waiting for Dom to clean up before he continued. He gently removed his hand from Dom's mouth and relocated both hands to Dom's hips instead, taking up a series of shallower thrusts that drove the head of his cock quickly back and forth through the tight tunnel of that first group of muscles. "Love you," he murmured against Dom's back as his thrusts became uneven. "Love you, lad, so much... ahh..."

"Shit," Dom whispered as Billy finished and collapsed onto his back. "That is, quite possibly, the hottest thing you've ever done to me."

"Mmm. Really? I'll have to keep trying harder, then," Billy teased, reaching for another tissue and pulling Dom to his chest, reaching around and gently wiping up his come from Dom's arse to avoid getting any on the sheets accidentally. "You're lovely, sweetheart. Thanks for convincing me to do that."

"Not like you took much convincing," Dom said with a little grin, pressing a kiss to Billy's lips. "I'm sated now, I'll last 'til Christmas."

"What can I say? I'm easy. And Christmas will come very soon, I hope. I think I'm addicted to you," Billy murmured, snuggling closer and pulling the duvet up.

"And I to you," Dom replied with a daft little smile, sliding his thigh in between Billy's. "I'm so very glad I'm yours."

"Mm. That you are. Mine mine mine," Billy proclaimed childishly, kissing him every other word. "Sleep well, love. I'll be here when you wake up."

"Mm. Good," Dom said, closing his eyes, yawning, and resting his hand on Billy's chest, waiting for the steady rise-and-fall of Billy's ribcage to lull him to sleep.