Who: Billy and Michael What: Getting together When: Starts about a week after they met again. Where: Around the TARDIS Rating: High Status: Closed
Things were awkward after Billy came on to Michael. It was hard enough to believe that had actually happened, and harder still to convince himself he’d been right to turn him down. Billy was… he was Billy, and though Michael had thought he’d done an alright job moving on, maybe part of him would always feel something for Billy.
And now he was here, all the fucking time, and Michael had to try not to touch him as often as he did. It just felt so natural, though. He shouldn’t, he really shouldn’t, and he was getting better.
They were having a couple of drinks in the bar - not a lot, just relaxing. Michael noticed the lipstick stain on his glass and reached into his bag for a mirror and his lippy to fix it. He tugged down his skirt as he leaned back and flicked the compact open.
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Billy was feeling awkward around Michael now that Michael had turned him down. He couldn’t say he regretted having done so when they were younger. He hadn’t known his sexuality at the time, and he was going to the Royal Ballet School so they wouldn’t have been able to spend much time together anyway. Long distance would have sucked, plus they were too young for anything then. He did regret hurting Michael and Michael moving on.
But…. the more time he spent with Michael the less sure he was that Michael had actually moved in. Sometimes he thought maybe he was just reading too much into things but then sometimes he was sure that Michael was still into him.
And then Michael showed up in a really short skirt that showed off his legs, his amazing legs and Billy wanted to curse him out, cos how was that fair? They had a few drinks together and Billy took a sip of his drink as Michael took out his lippy and mirror.
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He could feel Billy looking at him as he put on his lippy, and he smiled slightly before moving on to his upper lip. “Did I get my teeth?” He asked teasingly when he was done, checking in the mirror though he knew he hadn’t.
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“How should I know?” Billy asked, though he did know that Michael had none on his teeth. He didn’t want Michael to know he had been looking that intently.
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Michael closed the mirror and grinned at him. “Want some?” He offered, holding out the lippy. He remembered putting his mum’s lippy on Billy when they were little. He’d probably worn a lot more makeup than Michael since then, on stage and that.
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Billy shrugged. “Nah, you’re alright,” he said.
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Michael smiled. “Come on, it’s your colour,” he said, shifting forward in his chair and tugging his skirt down again. He reached out to take Billy’s chin and held the lipstick up to his lips, waiting to see how Billy would react.
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Billy blinked when Michael reached out for his chin and then he grinned just a little because Michael used to do this when he was into Billy and Billy was certain now that Michael was full of shit. “Right so,” he said.
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Michael grinned and slid the lipstick over Billy’s lips slowly. God they were gorgeous. And looked even more so when he was finished. He moved his hand away, met Billy’s eyes. “There,” he said, his voice a little lower than he’d meant. “Rub them together?”
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Billy tried not to shudder at the sound of Michael’s voice but all of this was turning him on. He rubbed his lips together and grinned. “You are full of shit, Michael,” he said.
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Michael felt his cheeks flush as he focused on Billy’s lippy. On his fucking lips, that Michael really, really wanted to kiss…
He closed his eyes, shaking his head slightly. “Oh, fuck off.” It didn’t sound very convincing, even to him. Because he was full of shit, he really wanted Billy. But he couldn’t let himself want Billy.
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“You said you didn’t want to shag but you are so full of shit,” Billy said.
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Michael rolled his eyes and stuffed his things in his bag again. “Someone’s got a big head. Convinced I want you, eh?”
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Billy nodded his head. “Well, ya keep touching me and ya just put lippy on me like ya used to when ya were into me before,” he said.
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Michael laughed nervously. “Billy, I might have been … but believe me I wasn’t thinking about shagging you when we were eleven. That’s the whole fucking point. I -” He closed his mouth, not sure how he could go on. “I just think we shouldn’t.”
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“I know that, ya wanker. I mean…. Ya wanted to go out with me then and ya want to shag me now.”
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Michael sighed. “It’s not - It can’t be just a shag with us, Billy, I can’t -” He ran a hand over his face. “I’m sorry. It just - you’re - you were -”
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“I was what, Michael?” He asked.
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Michael’s shoulders slumped. “Fucking hell. You were everything, okay? I was mad about you and it took me so fucking long to move on. I don’t blame you. It was just fucking hard. And I don’t think I ever really did, I mean, I can be your mate but if we start fucking…” He shook his head. “I can’t do that again.”
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Billy leaned in closer. “Ya assume I’m going to hurt you again. It’s not just a shag. Might have started like that. I mean, ya are really hot. But you’re Michael. It won’t ever just be a shag with you.”
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Michael’s hands clenched into fists. He didn’t know whether or not to believe what Billy was saying. Fuck. He wanted to. He glanced over at him, not able to say anything. He really, really, wanted to believe him, to lean in and kiss him…
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Billy leaned in closer and closer, stopping just an inch short of Michael’s mouth. “Michael,” he said, voice low.
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Michael groaned, half-exasperated, half-turned on. “Fucking hell,” he said, meeting Billy’s eyes. “Oh, fuck it.” He was still terrified this was a mistake, but he couldn’t not. He leaned forward to kiss Billy firmly.
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He grinned and kissed Michael back firmly, moaning softly against his lips and moving his hands to cup Michael’s cheeks.
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Michael leaned forward, sliding his hands through Billy’s hair and pressing closer. Fuck, it was good. Billy was so good, and so fucking hot and … it was Billy. He couldn’t really believe this was happening.
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Billy moved closer to him, sliding his arms around his back and pressing closer to him. “Jesus, Michael,” he said. He was so hot and so good.
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Michael tugged Billy into his lap, gasping against his lips before kissing him again. “Mm, fucking hell.” He leaned up, kissing Billy fiercely, deeply, completely lost in it.
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Billy slid into Michael’s lap and moved his hands to his hair, tugging on it as they kiss, putting his all into it and getting completely lost too.
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When Michael eventually pulled back to breathe, panting heavily, he laughed slightly. Billy’s hair was sticking up and he had lipstick smeared around his mouth and he looked fucking gorgeous. He grinned, wiping at his own mouth.
“You ruined my lippy,” he said teasingly.
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Billy grinned at him. “Fuck you,” he said, teasingly. “You ruined mine too.”
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Michael slid his thumb over the smeared lipstick under Billy’s lips. “You’re a fucking mess,” he said gleefully. He was already so fucking turned on.
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“I couldn’t give a fuck right now,” he said. “That was….. Jesus Michael, ya got some mouth.”
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Michael smirked. “You haven’t seen half of the things my mouth can do,” he said with a wink.
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Billy’s eyes widened a bit. “Fucking hell, Michael. I want to find out.”
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Michael licked his lips, winking at him again. “Oh, you will.” He glanced around. “Maybe not here, like. Your place or mine?”
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“Mine is closer,” he said. He got to he feet. “Do you have any johnnies?” He asked.
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“Fuck, no,” he said, pulling a face. He stood up too, adjusting his stiffy as best he could. It was hard to hide it when he was wearing this skirt.
“Might need a minute,” he said, sitting back down with a grin.
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Billy looked down at his hard on and grinned. “Yeah, ya might.” Of course, he was hard too.
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Michael shifted, looking up and smirking at the way Billy was looking at him. “Not helping.”
Neither was his choice of underwear, which actually he couldn’t regret because Billy would get to see them. But they didn’t offer a lot of support, and he shifted again. “We’ll need johnnies. Think anywhere here has them?” He really fucking hoped so.
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“I fucking hope so. Somebodies got to have some, yeah? Like… everyone else on this ship can’t not being having a shag. So, we should like ask someone.”
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Michael nodded, still trying to think about things that would help himself calm the fuck down so he could stand up again.
Someone walked into the bar, a posh looking bloke who smiled at Billy. “Good evening, Mr Elliot,” he said. “How have you been settling in?”
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Billy looked at George and then looked at Michael, grinning. “Yeah, good. Michael this is George, that Prince I told ya about. George this is me…. mate? This is Michael.” He wasn’t sure if it was too soon to call him his boyfriend. Did Michael want to be his boyfriend?”
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Michael raised an eyebrow. “Should I curtsy?” He asked with a smirk. He glanced at Billy, not sure how he wanted to explain it yet either.
George shrugged. “I won’t stand on ceremony.” He glanced down, admiring Michael’s legs. When he looked back up, Michael was giving him a steely, challenging glare. “Oh, just wishing I could pull off that orange, it would look dreadful on me. Would you like cocktails?” He offered.
Michael snorted. Definitely queer too. “Nah, ye’re alright.” He could get to his feet now, so he did, glancing at Billy. Could they ask the Queen’s uncle if he knew where they could get johnnies?
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Billy didn't care who he was. He just wanted to shag Michael. "So, do ya know where we could get some johnnies?"
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Michael grinned. Apparently Billy didn’t give a shit. It was a bit sexy.
George smirked. “If you mean what I think you mean, you might check the infirmary. There’s a lovely nurse named Trixie there, she’ll be happy to see to what you need.”
“Cheers, but I’ll be doing that,” Michael said, reaching out to slide his arm around Billy. “Nice to meet you, your majesty.” He started to tug Billy towards the door.
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"Yeah, thanks. Bye," he said, moving toward the door when Michael tugged him. "Any idea where the infirmary is?"
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George opened his mouth to correct Michael’s use of ‘majesty’ but thought better of it. He wouldn’t care. He smiled and gave them a wave. “Past the kitchen, take the second right and then a sharp left.”
Michael grinned. “Cheers!” He slid his hand along Billy’s side as they walked along the corridor. He slid his hand lower to rest on Billy’s arse.
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Billy laughed. "I noticed how you looked at my arse when you first saw me here."
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Michael squeezed his ass. “Of course I did. Fucking hell, Billy, it’s…” He shook his head.
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"It's what?" he asked, grinning at Michael.
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“The most fucking incredible arse I have ever seen. Will that do?” He asked, sliding his fingers along it as he spoke.
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Billy smirked. "Yeah, that'll do," he said. "You have the best legs I've ever seen."
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Micheal winked at him, stepping back and moving a few steps ahead, then twirled. Probably shouldn’t in this skirt, but it’s not like it would matter if Billy got a bit of an eyeful. “Thank you,” he said. “Oh look, here we are.” He stepped inside the infirmary, looking around. “Anyone here?”
Trixie came out of the little break room. “Yes, of course. How can I help?” She asked. She glanced at him for a second, a little envious of his legs.
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Billy let his eyes slide over him. "Yeah, really nice."
Billy stepped in after him. "Yes need some johnnies. George the Prince said to come here. Talk to someone called Trixie."
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Trixie smirked. “Ah, I see. Well, you have come to the right place.” She started to load a bag with condoms and some lube. “We also do tests, you know, if you wanted to be sure.”
Michael nodded. “That sounds great, of course, but for now, we just need the johnnies.” He smirked. “We’ll come back.”
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"Yeah we have something to do right now but we'll be back," he said.
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Trixie laughed. “Of course.” She handed the bag to Michael. “Have fun.”
Michael smirked. “Oh, we will.” He tugged Billy out of the room again, trying to keep his mind off what he would do to him when they were finally alone. He loved this skirt, but… maybe not when he was likely to get this turned on.
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Billy grinned. "Cheers," he said as Michael tugged him out of the room. "Someone is impatient."
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“Like you aren’t. Pounced right on a fucking prince and a nurse, asking them for johnnies,” Michael said teasingly.
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"Can ya blame me? You know we're going to be fucking amazing."
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Michael grinned. “Yeah, we are.” He started moving faster. “We need to get to your room right fucking now. This skirt won’t hide my stiffy for long.”
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Billy grinned and walked quickly to his room with Michael. Once inside he pulled Michael close and kissed him hungrily.
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Michael tossed the bag Trixie’d given him on the bed and dropped the other one he was carrying before pressing close to Billy, both hands reaching around to squeeze his arse firmly. It felt like he’d been waiting forever to do this. He had, in a lot of ways. Though even when he was mad about Billy he’d never pictured this - Billy all fucking gorgeous with those insane muscles of his, with his gorgeous arse and … just everything.
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Billy pressed closer to Michael and moved his hands to grope Michael's arse in return. He grinned at Michael and kissed him again.
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“Jesus fucking Christ, Billy.” He groaned, rocking his hips against Billy teasingly. His skirt was so short that doing that made it bunch up enough so he was rubbing the front of his knickers against Billy’s jeans.
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He started to pull up Michael's top and tugged it over his head, breaking their kiss long enough to do so."
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Michael let Billy take his top off and reached for Billy’s tshirt. He was wearing far too much clothes. He kicked off his own shoes as he tugged it off, losing a couple of inches in height. He was slightly shorter than Billy without his heels, but he leaned up to kiss Billy again as his hands slid down to work on Billy’s fly.
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Billy moved his hands around Michael's back to pull down the zip of Michael's skirt and then tugged it down, letting it pool at his feet.
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Michael pushed down Billy’s jeans, stepping back to kick away his skirt. He tugged Billy towards the bed, grinning as he did.
“Glad I wore me frilly knickers today,” he said, winking at Billy as he worked on pulling Billy’s underwear down.
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Billy grinned. "Yeah, glad you did too." He moved to pull down those knickers and pulled Michael down onto the bed with him, kissing him deeply.
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Michael wriggled against him, shifting to straddle Billy and grinding his hips down. He swore, shuddering as their cocks rubbed together.
“Fucking beautiful, that feels fucking perfect,” he gasped.
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Billy groaned. "Fucking Jesus Christ Michal," he groaned. It really had been too long for him.
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Michael grinned down at him, rocking his hips as he reached for the bag. He pulled out the lube and some johnnies. “I want to suck you off, but first you’re going to fuck me,” he said, grinning down at Billy.
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"So fucking bossy," he said, grinning at Michael.
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“You fucking love it,” Michael murmured. He reached for Billy's wrist, lifting his hand up. “Now, are you going to get me ready or do I have to finger meself?” He held the lube up questioningly.
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Billy's cock twitched when Michael said that. Fucking hell, he was hot. He took the lube and opened it, pouring some on his fingers and moved them to Michael entrance, slowly pressed a finger inside him.
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Michael gave a low, completely wanton moan as Billy's finger pressed into him. He pressed down against Billy's hand.
“Christ, yes. Fuck, Billy,” he gasped.
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Billy worked his finger slowly in and out of Michael before adding a second, grinning up at him. He loved the sounds Michael was making.
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Michael gasped and moaned, not caring how loud or vocal he was being. He was with Billy, his Billy, and he couldn't believe it.
“Fuck. Fuck,” he said with a shudder. He reached for a condom and opened the packet, rolling it on to Billy's cock before grabbing the lube to slick him up.
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"Ya really are impatient," he said, grin widening. "Do ya want to stay on top?"
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“We can take our time if you want,” Michael said, even as he pressed hungrily down onto Billy’s fingers.
“Nah. Want to be able to touch that gorgeous arse of yours.” He winked down at Billy, leaning down to kiss him before shifting away from his hand. “Move,” he said, nudging him with his leg so he could flop onto his back.
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Billy moved so that he was on top of Michael, pressing him down into the mattress. He moved himself into position and and slowly pressed himself inside Michael. "Fuck. Jesus Christ," he groaned.
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Michael moaned, tossing his head back and wrapping his legs securely around Billy’s waist. “Fuck, oh fucking hell, yes!”
He slid his hand hungrily down Billy’s back, reaching to grab his arse, urging him on. “Fucking fuck me, Billy.”
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Billy grinned and started to move in and out of him, his hand moving to Michael's cock, fingers curling around it and stroking him in time with his movements.
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“Jesus fucking fuck,” he gasped, fingers digging into Billy’s arse. It felt incredible to have Billy over him, touching him, inside of him. Billy. His Billy. He moaned, shuddering and arching his back, pressing up eagerly against him.
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Billy lowered his head to kiss him, picking up the pace of his movements just a bit. Michael felt so tight and hot around him. It was so good. He never wanted it to end. But it had been a while for him so he wasn't going to last much longer.
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Michael kissed him back eagerly, his free hand moving to slide through Billy’s hair, gripping it as tightly as he was squeezing Billy’s arse. He felt light-headed, dizzy, it didn’t feel real that he was with Billy. Billy. He pulled back, gasping Billy’s name; moaning it over and over as Billy moved inside him.
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Billy barely noticed, lost in the feel of being buried inside Michael. It was so fucking good. "Fuck, Michael. Not gonna last much longer."
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Michael moaned, arching up. “Billy, yes, fuck Billy, Billy, Billy…” He was close too, he was so overwhelmed.
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He couldn't hold back any longer. He cried out as he came hard inside Michael, but he managed to keep stroking him as he did.
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Michael was close too, so close, and a few seconds after Billy came he followed him, crying out his name as he did.
He shuddered, opening his eyes once the pleasure faded, and looked up at Billy, dazed. He’d just shagged Billy. Billy. He couldn’t believe it was real.
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"Are ya alright?" he asked breathlessly, with the dazed look on Michael's face.
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Michael grinned up at him. “Yeah. Yeah,” he panted, still recovering. “You’re not bad at that,” he said teasingly.
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"Not bad?" he asked, indignantly. "Fuck you." But he grinned and kissed Michael, a little softer this time.
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Michael grinned against his lips and returned the kiss, moaning as he moved his legs from Billy's waist. “Fucking amazing,” he said, sighing as he shifted away. “Let me up before my legs stop working.”
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Billy moved back, sliding out of him. He didn't like that feeling at all. He moved off the bed, feet a bit wobbly and disposed of the condom before grabbing some tissues from the bathroom and walking out to hand some of them to Michael before he cleaned himself off.
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Michael didn't like that either. “Ta,” he said, taking the tissues. He cleaned up and then slid under the covers.
“Get in here, give us a cuddle,” he said with a smile, patting the bed beside him.
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Billy grinned and moved to lie down beside Michael, draping his limbs over him.
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Michael beamed as he wrapped his arm around Billy, pressing close. He held him tightly, nuzzling into Billy's shoulder. God this was perfect.
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"Feels.... Ya know... Right, like. Doesn't it?"
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Michael nodded, clinging to him tightly. “Yeah. It does.” He loved Billy. It was too soon to say it, even though they'd known each other as long as they had. But he did, he had always loved Billy.
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Billy nuzzled closer to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Wanna stay here the night?"
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Michael nodded. “I'm not fucking moving. Unless it's to do that again.”
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"Good. Cos I like having ya here like this," Billy said.
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Michael had never been so terrified or so determined not to lose something.
“Good. Get used to it,” he said, nuzzling Billy's shoulder again and pressing a kiss there.
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"I fucking plan to, Michael," he said, nipping at Michael's chest.
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Michael gave a slight laugh. “Good. Now shut it so I can get some sleep.”
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"So fucking bossy, ya are," he said, grinning to himself.
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“Yeah, you - you're not complaining, though, are you?” He said, quickly deciding not to say that Billy loved it. He'd said that before but… It would be different now.
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"Nah. You're alright. Kinda hot actually," he said, looking up at Michael.
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Michael winked at him. “You bet your gorgeous arse it is.” He leaned in to kiss Billy.
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He grinned and kissed Michael tenderly. He felt like he needed to show Michael it was more than a shag.
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Michael felt his chest tighten as he kissed Billy back. He was so utterly fucked, completely, and he could only pray this didn't go tits up.
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He slid his fingers into Michael's hair and moved closer to him, almost straddling him.
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Michael grinned against his lips, pulling back to give an exaggerated sigh. “Looks like I'm not getting any fucking sleep,” he said, though he wasn't trying to be very convincing as he complained. If Billy wanted to go again, he was definitely up for it.
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"I mean.... If ya want me to stop I can," he said, moving back just a little. He wasn't being serious. Or more he didn't think Michael wanted him to stop.
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“Get fucking back here, you twat,” he said, tugging Billy back to him. “If it's been so long for you no wonder you're so randy.”
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Billy grinned and moved back. "Wasn't really planning on going anywhere," he said. He kissed Michael again and wrapped his fingers around his cock.
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Michael gasped, gripping billy’s hip. Jesus that felt good. He was starting to get hard again. He reached down to wrap his fingers around Billy's cock.
“This is gorgeous too. I do really want to suck you off. But I'll wait until we're clear so I can taste you proper like,” he said, squeezing Billy lightly as he stroked him.
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Billy let out a gasp too when Michael wrapped his fingers around his cock. "Fuck. Yeah. We should do that soon so ya can," he said. He reached over for the lube with his free hand, still stroking Michael.
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Michael grinned up at him, stroking him. “And I’m going to bury my tongue between those delicious arse cheeks of yours and I’m going to fucking take you apart,” he murmured, smirking up at Billy.
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"Fucking hell, Michael. Ya kiss your mother with that mouth?"
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Michael laughed. “No, actually.” He flicked his wrist, lifting his head to bite Billy’s neck playfully.
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Billy let out a growl at that. "Knock that shit off or I'll go off before I'm even inside ya," he said, opening the lube and pouring some on his fingers. He moved his hand to Michael's entrance and pressed a finger inside him.
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Michael grinned. “C’mon, ye’re a dancer. Can keep it up for hours, right?” he said, shuddering and writhing slightly as Billy pressed a finger into him.
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"Shut up ya twat," he said, adding a second finger and working them both in and out.
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Michael laughed, tossing his head back and shuddering. “Jesus fucking christ, Billy. Yes,” he panted breathlessly.
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Billy carefully added a third finger this time. "Get me ready, would ya?"
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“Now who’s bossy?” Michael said teasingly, reaching for a condom and quickly rolling it on. He started slicking Billy up, shuddering and rocking against his fingers as he did.
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"You know you love it," Billy said, grinning at him. He removed his fingers and moved himself into position, pressing himself inside him.
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Michael bit down hard on his lip, shuddering. It was partly because of how fucking good it felt having Billy slide into him, but mostly to stop himself blurting out that he loved him. Not now, not now. He wasn’t ready to say it.
“Fucking Christ, yes!” he moaned instead.
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He pulled out completely and pushed himself fully back in, using his leg muscles to keep himself in the right position to easily do so. He repeated that a few times in a row, moaning loudly each time he pressed back inside Michael.
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Michael moaned, arching up against Billy. “Billy, oh fuck. Fuck!” Jesus, he was so fucking good at this. So fucking good.
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He wrapped his fingers around Michael's cock again and started to stroke him firmly. "Fuck, ya feel so tight," he groaned.
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Michael gasped, shuddering as Billy touched him. “Feel so fucking good. Jesus, Billy,” he moaned, hands sliding over any part of Billy he could reach.
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He picked up the pace with his thrusts and his hand, wanting to make Michael feel as good as he possibly could. "Shit, Michael. Fuck."
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Michael moaned, writhing under him, pressing hungrily up against him and gasping. He was so good. So fucking good. He couldn't believe this was real, that this was so good ….
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"Fuck. Gonna... Soon. Jesus. Can't. Can't hold off much longer."
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Michael shook his head. He was close too, but he couldn't talk. He couldn't think, it was too fucking good. Too fucking hot. He moaned, gripping Billy's hips tightly and shuddering. And then before he even realised it was about to happen he was coming, crying out Billy's name loudly as he came.
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Billy followed right after him, crying out his name as he came hard inside him and then he slumped forward into his chest, panting hard.
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Michael gasped, panting heavily as he recovered. Fucking hell. It was so intense. So good. He shuddered and wrapped his arms tightly around Billy.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he painted.
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"Umph," Billy said in response to that. It was all he could say right now.
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He held Billy close got as long as he could before they needed to move to get cleaned up. He pressed a kiss to billy’s cheek.
“Shift it, ya big lump,” he said fondly, rolling Billy over onto his back. He bit his lip as Billy slid out, but leaned down to kiss him as he slipped off the condom. He got rid of it on his way to the bathroom, and came back with tissues so Billy could clean up too.
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"Fuck off, ya twat," he said back, fondly too. He took the tissues from Michael and cleaned himself up. "You look a right mess."
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Michael grinned and flopped on the bed, then winced slightly. He'd feel it tomorrow. He grinned at the thought.
“So do you,” he said, grinning at Billy. “Fucking hell.” He smiled widely, moving close to Billy again.
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"It's hot," he said, moving close to Michael too, snuggling close to him.
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Michael grinned and buried his head in Billy's chest. “Ye’re gorgeous,” he murmured.
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"So are you," he said, wrapping his arms around him.
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Michael grinned. He loved Billy so fucking much it terrified him.
“Going to let me sleep now?” He murmured teasingly.
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"Shut up, ya wanker. Can't tell me you didn't enjoy that."
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Michael grinned. “Wasn't bad,” he said, teasingly. He yawned slightly.
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"Twat," he said. "Fine. Sleep."
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“Night Billy,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to Billy's chest.
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"Night Michael," he said, smiling and closing his eyes.
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Waking up beside Billy was … It was amazing. They'd curled together for a while, teasing each other and eventually shagging again. Afterwards they went to the kitchen - it was Michael's turn to cook breakfast again, and he knew now to make loads for Billy. They were both starving though, after the night before.
He glanced at Billy as they were washing up. “So. Since ye’re not dancing what do ya want to do?” He asked.
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"We should probably go to that nurse about that test she mentioned. Maybe we won't need johnnies then," he said.
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Michael grinned. “You want a blowie, don't ya?” He said teasingly.
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Billy grinned back. "Maybe," he said. "Maybe I to want to give you one too."
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Michael grinned. “Well, won't say no to that. Alright then. Let's go,” he said. He finished drying the last plate and wiped his hands, holding one out to Billy.
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Billy took Michael's hand. "Breakfast was great. Thanks."
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Michael smiled. “Depending how good the blowie is I might make ya another tomorrow,” he said teasingly.
He glanced to the side. God this was amazing.
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"Yeah? Better make sure it's good for ya so," he said, grinning widely and swinging their hands a little.
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Michael winked at him. “I wanna get new clothes after, too.”
He looked down at their hands, his stomach doing a weird swoop as he watched Billy swing their hands. They were together. He smiled.
“So. If we're getting these tests, does it mean that it's just gonna be us, like? None of yer filthy posh ballet boys?” He asked lightly. But he really wanted Billy to say yes.
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"The test or the blowie?" he asked.
Billy looked over at him. "Yeah. I mean. If ye're okay with that?"
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Michael laughed. “I'm not fussed. Maybe in between.”
He nodded. “Yeah. Yeah just us is … Yeah.” He smiled almost bashfully.
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"Not worried ye're gonna miss out on having a go with the posh ballet boys when we get back?"
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Michael shook his head, shrugging. “Nah. Got me own, haven't I?” He said with a smile. “And you're filthy and posh enough for me anyway.”
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"I'm not posh. Shut up, ya twat," he said. He leaned in and gave Michael a quick kiss.
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Michael grinned against his lips. “Not completely but posher ya you were when we were bairns.”
“Don't deny being filthy, though, do ya? I'm looking forward to that.”
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"Well..... I'm sure you can't talk, Michael. Ye're filthy," he said. "And I'm not posher, you tosser."
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Michael grinned. “Yeah I am.” He winked at Billy, smirking widely.
“Hah, you're writing poetry now and all.”
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Billy laughed despite himself. "Shut up," he said, nudging Michael.
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Michael stopped walking and pressed him against a wall, kissing him properly. It would take him time to get used to being able to do this with Billy. But he was going to make the most of it.
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Billy groaned and kissed him back deeply, grinning against his lips. Michael was so good at this. He was glad he had decided to give this a chance. And he was determined to make sure Michael didn't regret it.
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Michael pulled back after a few minutes. He smiled and tugged Billy's hand, heading towards the infirmary again.
“Can't bloody wait to get these tests done,” he said.
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"Yeah, me too. Then we should go to the wardrobe and find you something fabulous to wear," he said.
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Michael beamed. “Sounds perfect,” he said. He was still wearing his clothes from the day before.
He stepped into the infirmary and grinned at the nurse - it was the same girl. Trixie seemed to notice his clothes and smirked.
“Well, good morning gentlemen,” she said. “Come back for tests? I don't think it would be possible for you to have run out.”
Michael grinned. “We did our best. But yeah. Tests please.”
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Billy nodded his head. "Yeah, tests please," he said, looking at Michael and grinning.
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She smiled. “Come through here then. I'll take a blood sample from each of you and do a quick scan on these nifty machines. If they come back with an all clear then I can tell you. If not I'll get the doctor to pop in.” She smiled. “What are your names?”
Michael grinned. “Oh right. I'm Michael Caffrey, and this is Billy Elliot.”
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Billy walked where Trixie had asked. "What's yours?" he asked.
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“Lovely to meet you. I'm Trixie Abagnale,” she said with a smile.
“Okay Michael. Stand over here and we'll give you a scan.” Michael did as she said and it took a minute or two for this really odd looking machine to scan him.
“Like I'm in bloody Star Trek,” he said.
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Billy laughed but hoped that Michael was alright. Not just cos he wanted to do stuff with him but because he just.... wanted him to be alright.
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“Right. Billy you pop over here,” Trixie said when it was finished. “It can scan you while I prod Michael here.”
Michael pulled a face and hopped up on the exam table. “Do we get a sticker?”
Trixie smiled as she started the scanner again, then moved over, snapping on a pair of gloves and taking out the things she'd need to draw blood. “Would you like a lollipop?” She asked teasingly.
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Billy moved over to where Trixie told him to go.
"Think the idea is ya get to suck something better than a lollipop after," he said, winking at Michael.
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Trixie gave a surprised laugh as she wiped a spot on Michael’s arm.
Michael laughed too. “Sorry about him, he's filthy.” But he winked teasingly at Billy.
“Okay, this will sting, but think of the rewards,” Trixie said with a smirk.
Michael grinned, but he hissed as she stuck the needle in his arm.
“All done,” she said a minute later, popping a plaster on Michael’s arm. She pulled off her gloves. “Billy, you're next. Up here.”
Michael slid down on the operating table but didn't stand up just yet.
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Billy walked over to the operating table and lifted himself onto it with ease. He looked at Michael and grinned.
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“Thank you.” She wiped his arm. “And here I go,” she warned before she took the blood. “How about tea and a biscuit? The results will take about ten minutes. It's no lollipop…”
Michael grinned. He was glad they wouldn't have to wait for results. It was always kinda terrifying though he was careful and tried not to dwell. It was always a relief to get them. Well. It had been so far because they'd always been negative. “Sounds good to me.”
Trixie finished. “Right. Go to the room next door and make yourself comfy. Go slow if you feel a little dizzy.”
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Billy hissed a little at the needle but it was over pretty quick. "Yeah, sounds good to me too."
Billy jumped off the table and held his hand out to Michael before heading into the room next door. He took a seat and pulled Michael into his lap, wrapping his arms around him and leaning his chin against his shoulder.
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Michael smiled and curled close to him. God. It was already amazing. He loved that Billy was so… affectionate. It made him feel a little less terrified.
Trixie smiled when she came in and made them each a tea. “Results will come through here. What kind of biscuit? I have garabaldi and chocolate digestives.”
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"Chocolate digestives would be great," he said. He pressed a kiss to Michael's cheek.
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Trixie smiled. “Excellent choice.” She smiled fondly as she brought them over. “So … is this very new?”
Michael grinned. “Cheers,” he said when he took the cup of tea. “Can ya tell? Yeah. It is.”
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"Yeah, pretty much since just before we saw ya yesterday," he said. He took a biscuit and bit into it.
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Trixie smiled fondly. “How lovely. Did you meet here?”
Michael shook his head, grinning. “We’ve known each other since we were bairns. Hadn’t seen each other in years before we came here, though.”
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"Yeah, known Michael since as long as I can remember, like," he said.
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Trixie smiled fondly. “Oh, really? How sweet. But this is new?”
Michael laughed. “Not for me. Been mad about him for years. Took him longer to work out he was a poof, though,” he said teasingly.
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"Not everyone knows that when they're eleven, Michael," he said, rolling his eyes.
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He laughed fondly, nuzzling Billy’s cheek.
“Well, that is a little young. You’re certainly making up for lost time. Where are you from? Somewhere in the north of England, I take it? Though I probably shouldn’t assume…”
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"Course. Like..... I know now and it's Michael," he said, smiling at him. "Yeah, Durham. Though neither of us have lived their for a while. I've been in London."
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Michael grinned and felt his cheeks flush. Hearing Billy say that… he almost had to pinch himself.
“And I’m in Manchester.”
“How lovely. I’m in London, too, but I think from before your time. I’m from the 1960s.”
“Oh. Right, we’re from the nineties.”
She took a sip of her tea, and looked up as there was a beep.
“There we are.” She lifted up her tablet, bringing up the results. “It’s all so very technical here. Ah. Yes, both perfectly healthy according to blood tests.”
Michael gave a little sigh of relief, holding Billy close. He was glad Billy was all right.
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"London is great. I love it there," he said.
He grinned. "That is great ta hear," he said. He was glad that Michael was all right too.
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Michael kissed his cheek. “It is.”
She ran her eyes over the results. “Nothing worrying in the scan either.” Her brow furrowed. “Seems to be a lot of strain on your joints, though, Billy…”
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Billy looked at Trixie. "Oh, right. I'm a ballet dancer," he said.
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Michael beamed. “With the Royal Ballet,” he said proudly. “He’s fucking amazing.”
Trixie raised an eyebrow. “Gosh, very impressive. Nothing to worry about, though. You’re perfectly fit. Both of you.”
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Billy buried his head in Michael's neck and smiled. Hearing Michael sound so proud of him.... It meant so much to him.
"Great. Thanks," he said, voice slightly muffled.
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Trixie smiled. “Any time at all. You know where to find me.”
Michael stood up, tugging his skirt down. “Yeah, cheers. C’mon, Billy. You promised me you’d help me find something pretty.”
“Not all he promised,” Trixie murmured teasingly.
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Billy got to his feet and took Michael's hand. He looked at Trixie and laughed. "Yeah, I did. Didn't I?"
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Michael grinned. “See ya, then.”
He tugged Billy out of the infirmary. “Wardrobe?” he asked, with a raised eyebrow.
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"Yeah, need to find you something gorgeous to wear. Not that you'll be wearing it for very long," Billy said, grinning.
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MIchael smirked, winking at him as he dragged him towards the wardrobe. “How about you? Gonna try on something sexy for me?” he asked.
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"Course," he said. "Got anything in mind you'd like to see me in?"
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Michael grinned. “I think you’d make anything sexy. Anything that showed off your arse, anyway.”
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Billy grinned. "Right, well we'll see what we can find," he said.
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They arrived in the wardrobe room and Michael grinned, sighing happily. “Fucking heaven. I get a semi just walking in the door,” he said jokingly.
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"You would, ya wanker," he said, nudging Michael with his elbow.
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Michael winked at him and dragged him through the racks and racks of clothes. “Something slinky, I think….” he said. He spotted someone and peered down. “Oh, hello.”
Brooke smiled. “Hey you. That’s one of my skirts,” she said proudly. “Looking good on you.”
Michael twirled. “Of course. Billy, this is Brooke, the designer I told ya about. Brooke, this is Billy, my…” He glanced at him, not sure how to finish the sentence yet.
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Billy grinned. Michael was so sure he looked down in the skirt. It was true. And.... hot that he just owned it.
"Boyfriend," Billy finished for him. "Billy Elliot."
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Michael blinked. “Fucking hell.” He grinned widely. “I might need to sit down. Billy Elliot is my boyfriend. Been wanting to say that since I was … nine? Yeah. Nine.”
Billy looked at Michael and grinned. "Well, better late than never, yeah? Nice to meet you too, Brooke."
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Michael nodded. “Yeah, definitely.” He leaned in to kiss Billy, not for very long, but he had to.
Brooke smiled when they pulled back. “Very sweet. See, it was my skirt that did it,” she said with a wink.
Michael laughed. “It didn’t hurt.”
--
He grinned and kissed Michael back.
"Well, he does have fucking gorgeous legs in that skirt."
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Brooke smiled. “I’m totally jealous,” she said. “I need to get my legs looking like his.” She was mostly kidding - she wasn’t in amazing shape right now but she’d just had a baby. And hopefully soon she’d be having another.
“Right, so I’m looking for something slinky to wear, and … Billy. Hm. Brooke, d’ya want to find something pretty for my boyfriend?” He winked at Billy.
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"I'm sure yer legs are just fine," Billy said.
"Yeah. Slinky for my boyfriend and pretty for me."
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Brooke grinned. “Okay, well. How pretty, Billy?” she asked. She looked him over, judging what size he might be. He was … very hot. Michael had done well.
Michael looked through the racks, trying to find something to wear. He smiled at Billy as Brooke started to get to work.
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"I dunno. I am usually wearing ballet pants so I got no clue about clothes like," he said.
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“Ballet?” she asked.
Michael grinned fondly. “Yeah, he’s fucking incredible.” He winked at Billy. “And I don’t think he wants a skirt, if that’s what ye’re after. Unless he does, I don’t know.”
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"Yeah. I'm a ballet dancer."
He looked between them. "Oh, right. I have terrible legs. Probably best not to go with a skirt," he said.
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Brooke smiled. “I think ballet dancers have pretty good legs, right?”
Michael nodded. “He’s full of shite. They’re gorgeous.” He held a skirt up to his hips then put it back, it wouldn’t fit him.
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"Alright. I'll try a skirt so," he said. "Why the 'ell not."
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Michael grinned. “Really? Yes. Do.” His eyes lit up. “You’ll look fucking gorgeous.” He moved down to kiss Billy firmly. He fucking loved him. So much.
Brooke smiled fondly. “Totally. Okay. Let’s see, let’s see…”
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"Thanks," he said, kissing Michael back eagerly.
--
Brooke grinned and went through the racks, trying to find something for Billy to wear. “We can go for something long if you don’t want to show too much leg,” she said, once they stepped back.
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"Alright. Whatever ya think," he said, sliding his arm around Michael's waist.
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Michael kissed his cheek. He loved him so, so much, loved that Billy would do this - would suggest it, would share this with him. Some of the men he’d slept with had rolled their eyes at the clothes Michael wore when he felt like he could. But Billy… not Billy.
Brooke smiled at the look on Michael’s face. “How about this?” she said, holding up a long black satin skirt, with large red and pink flowers embroidered on it. It was a full skirt, and looked like it would fit Billy.
“Wow. That’s beautiful.”
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Billy nuzzled close to him. He looked at the skirt that Brooke held up. "Yeah, it's gorgeous," he said.
He took the skirt from Brooke. "I'll go try it on." He untangled himself from Michael and disappeared into the changing room.
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Michael watched him go, smiling widely. Brooke raised an eyebrow at him.
“Happy?”
Michael gave a slight laugh. “Fucking ecstatic.” He shook his head and moved back to looking through the clothes for something to wear. It was all … so good. He couldn’t believe it was real.
Brooke found a men’s tank top in black and moved to the changing room. “Here, Billy, try this with it,” she said, holding it out by the door.
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Billy reached his hand out and took the tank top from her. He pulled it over his head and then adjusted the skirt a little before he stepped out.
"What do ya think?" he asked, standing en pointe and slowly twirling around.
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Michael grinned, leaning against the rail as he watched him. “Gorgeous,” he said. And the way he moved…
Brooke nodded. “Definitely. Do you like it?” she asked Billy.
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He moved back to his feet and looked down at the skirt. "Yeah, I like it. Right, Michael, ya need something slinky."
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Michael smiled, still looking at Billy. In a fucking gorgeous skirt. It was full enough that he could just crawl underneath it…
He shook his head. “Right, yes. I like this, but I need different knickers,” he said, moving down to where the underwear was kept to find something.
Brooke smiled. God, they were adorable.
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Billy looked up again and grinned, glad Michael seemed to really like it. He wouldn't normally wear a skirt but if it made Michael happy and he liked the way he looked in it then Billy was definitely okay with doing it. "Need some help?" Billy asked, mostly teasing.
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Michael grinned. “If ya want. Shout if ya want to see me in any of them,” he said with a wink.
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Billy moved down to look through some knickers. He found a wear of red lace ones and held them up. "You'd look drop dead gorgeous in these."
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Michael grinned. “We’ll take them back. I’ll need these for this skirt, though.” He held up a pair of white lace shorts, winking at Billy. “Back in a sec.” He disappeared into the changing room.
Brooke smiled at Billy. “So how long have you been here?” she asked.
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Billy smiled as Michael walked into the changing room. He looked at Brooke when she spoke. "Just over a week. You?"
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Brooke raised an eyebrow as she tried to work it out. “Years,” she said. “Yeah, a couple of years. Nearly three, I think.”
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Billy's eyes widened. "Fucking hell," he said. He glanced at the changing room, so glad he had Michael there with him.
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Brooke smiled. “Yeah. You do sort of get used to it. And life goes on here. There are lots of really great people, and it really feels like I’ve built a little family. It helps a lot.”
Michael chuckled from inside the changing room. “Of course you have, look at that rock on your finger,” he said teasingly.
Brooke smiled as she looked at her engagement ring. “Yeah. Definitely helps.”
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Billy looked at the ring. "Jesus Christ that thing is huge," he said.
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Brooke nodded. “Jeremy is - well, yeah, he doesn’t do subtle.” She smiled fondly. “I wouldn’t have him if I hadn’t come here, so really, it’s been good for me.”
“So have you started on the dress?” Michael asked.
“No. We’re waiting a little to get married so I have some design ideas but I’m waiting to make it.”
Michael stepped out in his outfit, a tight white skirt that had one leg cut away from mid-thigh, and a top that showed off his midriff. “What d’you think?”
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Billy's eyes widened again. "Wow.... You look fucking gorgeous. I love it."
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Brooke gave a low whistle. “Yeah, definitely agree.”
Michael winked at Billy. “Thanks, darlin’.” He slipped back on the shoes he’d worn there. “Right. Cheers for the help, Brooke, but I have to get him alone so I can crawl under that skirt right fucking now.”
Brooke laughed. “Sure. Nice meeting you, Billy.”
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Billy looked at Michael with a grin on his face and held his arm out to him. "Come on then," he said. "Nice meeting you too, Brooke."
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Michael took Billy’s arm, waving to Brooke, and they headed out of the wardrobe room. “Gorgeous,” he said, looking down at Billy’s skirt. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
--
"Could say the same about you," he said, deciding he wasn't close enough to Michael with their arms joined so he unlinked them and wrapped his arm around Michael's waist, leaning in close to him.
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Michael grinned, moving his hand to rest on Billy’s arse as they headed towards Billy’s room. “Can’t fucking wait to taste you,” he murmured in Billy’s ear.
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Billy shuddered. "Ya are so fucking filthy, I love it," he said.
--
He grinned. “So are you, and so do I.” He squeezed Billy’s arse. They made it to his room, and he kicked the door shut behind him, tugging Billy close to kiss him fiercely.
--
He slid his arms around Michael tightly and kissed him back hungrily. "Fuck, Michael."
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MIchael grinned. “You will, soon. And bareback.” He felt a thrill run through him. He’d never done that. He’d never sucked someone off without a johnny either.
“But first…” He winked and dropped to his knees, lifting up Billy’s skirt. “Gorgeous legs,” he said, as he revealed them, leaning in to bite at Billy’s thigh lightly.
--
Billy managed to keep himself upright, just about when Michael bit his thigh. "Fucking hell," he growled.
--
Michael grinned up at him, reaching further up to hook his hands in Billy’s underwear, tugging them down quickly. He shifted forward, letting the skirt fall down over him slightly as he leaned in to slide his tongue along the length of Billy’s cock.
--
Billy was glad he had strong thigh muscles right now that meant he could stay on his feet but he groaned loudly when Michael's tongue ran along his cock.
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Michael moaned too. “Jesus, Billy.” He hadn’t had a close look at Billy’s cock the night before, but it was fucking gorgeous. Of course it was. And it tasted so good. He swirled his tongue around the tip, one hand gripping Billy’s thigh tightly.
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Billy moaned hotly. "Fuck, Michael, ye're driving me mental."
--
Michael grinned and moved back so he could wink up at him. “Good, that’s what I’m tryin’a do. Want me to stop?” he asked with an arched eyebrow.
--
"Fuck, no. Keep going, you wanker," he growled.
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Michael grinned, then ducked his head back under Billy’s skirt, wrapping his lips around his cock and sucking him lightly.
--
Billy couldn't believe how amazing this felt. Yeah, he might have done this before but this was different. This was Michael. Who he'd known for forever. Who has been his best mate and was now his boyfriend. He reached his hand down to clutch his shoulder.
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Michael smiled slightly around him, slowly taking all of him into his mouth. He didn’t want to rush this. He wanted to enjoy every second of it, the feel of Billy’s cock in his mouth, the taste of him. Even though every other time he had done this he’d been tasting condoms, he was sure no one else could have tasted this good. He sucked him more firmly once he had as much of him in his mouth as he could.
--
"Jesus fucking hell Christ, Michael," he gasped out. "So good. So fucking good. Fuck. Shit." He didn't know what he was saying really. It just felt too good.
--
Michael brought his hands up the back of Billy’s thighs slowly, up to grip his arse as he moved his head, slowly at first. God. This was amazing. He moaned softly around Billy’s cock, digging his fingers into Billy’s arse.
--
Billy gasped when Michael dug his fingers into his arse. He rolled his head back and moaned Michael's name. He could feel his orgasm start to built.
--
Michael sucked harder, moving his head faster. He slid his tongue along the underside of his cock as he pulled his head back, wanting to take him apart, to taste him.
--
Billy gasped and then cried out Michael's name as he came hard in his mouth. Fuck, that had been so amazing.
--
Michael moaned, swallowing him down hungrily, shuddering as he did. This was so fucking hot. When Billy was finished, he slowly pulled back, licking him clean before he emerged from under Billy’s skirt.
“Christ, Billy. That was fucking amazing. You taste fucking perfect.”
--
Billy looked down at him intently. "I should be saying that. Fuck, Michael, ye're fucking incredible at that."
--
Michael grinned and got to his feet, tugging down his skirt as he did. It was very tight, and so wasn’t doing anything to hide how turned on he was. “I would do that all fucking day, Billy. All fucking day.” He leaned in to kiss him.
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Billy grinned and kissed him back. "But I have ta do it to you first. And I am not gonna be able to fit under yer skirt.
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Michael grinned, reaching back to unzip his skirt. “Then it’s gonna have to go.” He shimmied out of it, standing in front of him in the lacy white knickers and crop top.
--
Billy grinned and dropped to his knees. He took slowly pulled down Michael's white knickers and he pressed his tongue to the tip of Michael's cock.
--
Michael’s cock twitched as he looked down at Billy, watching as he pulled down his knickers. He bit his lip, this was so fucking hot.
He gasped when Billy’s tongue touched him, swaying slightly and reaching down, gripping Billy’s shoulders. “Jesus fuck.”
--
He slowly licked along his length and then sucked on just the tip. He moaned around him, enjoying the way Michael tasted.
--
Michael shuddered. “Fuck fuck fuck!” His knees buckled, and he swayed again. “Need to - have to sit, Billy, fucking hell.”
--
Billy moved back and stood up from his knees with ease. He took Michael's hand and led him over to bed. He pushed him down and then moved down to his knees against, spreading Michael's legs. He lowered his head and sucked on the tip of Michael's cock again.
--
Michael was so tempted to let himself fall back, to not even try to stay sitting up. But Billy was on his knees in front of him, Billy was sucking his cock, and he needed to watch it. To see it, to know it was real. He moaned loudly, sliding his hand down and through Billy’s hair.
“Yes, fuck, yes!” he gasped.
--
He slowly took Michael's cock into his mouth, sucking eagerly. He bobbed his head slowly up and down, mixing between licking and sucking.
--
Michael twitched. “Billy, Billy, fucking hell!” He tugged on his hair slightly, trying to keep still, but he was wriggling slightly on the bed. It felt so fucking good.
--
He moaned around him, sucking more eagerly. He wanted to make Michael feel as good as he had made him. He wanted to make him come apart.
--
He shuddered, panting heavily, already so fucking close. “Jesus Billy, jesus fuck. Billy, Billy, Billy!”
He kept panting his name until he couldn’t, until he was crying out loudly as he came, tugging Billy’s hair sharply as he came in his mouth.
--
He sucked Michael through his orgasm, swallowing him down eagerly and moaning around him. He tasted really good. Then he moved back and looked up at him grinning.
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Michael shuddered, completely breathless, and looked down. He grinned widely. “Fuck, Billy. Fuck.” He slid his hand from Billy’s hair down to cup his cheek.
--
"You taste fucking amazing, Michael," he said. He leaned up so he could give him a kiss.
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Michael moaned against his lips and tugged him into his lap, crushing him close as he kissed him back. He fell back onto the bed, pulling Billy with him. He curled around him, still kissing him desperately. He was so happy, he had never felt this good and it was all because of Billy.
--
Billy moved into his lap and then moved back on the bed with him, kissing him back eagerly.
--
When Michael eventually pulled back for air, he pressed his forehead to Billy’s, grinning widely.
“God, Billy,” he murmured. He didn’t know what to say. He was so close to saying something he probably shouldn’t, it was so hard not to.
--
He smiled and leaned his forehead against Michael's, smiling at him. "This feels so fucking good."
--
Michael swallowed, nodding. “So fucking good.” He nuzzled his nose against Billy’s. “I missed ya, ya know?” There. That would do, he could say that and not the other thing.
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"I missed ya, too. I came back to Easington after I figured it out but you were gone," he said.
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Michael’s arms tightened around him, but when he spoke he tried to sound flippant. “Well, did ya expect to wait around till ya worked it out?” he said teasingly.
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"No. Shut up," he said, poking him. "It wasn't just about this. I missed me mate. I wish I could have gotten home more to see ya."
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Michael kissed his cheek. “Yeah. I know. I wished I’d gone with you. Not to ballet school, like, but … away from Easington. Why I left when I did. Not just because you weren’t there, but when you weren’t… It really didn’t feel like home anymore.”
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He snuggled close to Michael. "Well I'm here now," he said.
--l
Michael nodded. “Yeah, ya are. Would be shite here without you. Not just for the blowies, either.” He grinned,
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"Yeah, and ya seemed to like the blowie," he said, grinning back.
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“Jesus fucking Christ, I loved it,” he said. He grinned. “Giving you one too. Good not to need johnnies.” He smiled. “And you in this skirt... ” he said, running his hand over the fabric. He hadn’t taken it off.
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"I think I'm pulling this skirt off pretty fucking well," he said.
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“Yes ya fucking are,” Michael said, almost a growl. He slid his hand along Billy’s legs, over the skirt. “Gorgeous. So fucking gorgeous.”
--
"Thank you, darling," he said, grinning widely at him.
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Michael smiled even wider, his chest feeling tight. He kissed Billy softly, so he couldn’t blurt something out.
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Billy kissed him back softly, sliding his fingers through his hair.
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Michael curled closer to him, holding him tightly. He didn’t ever want to let him go. He deepened the kiss, pressing close to him.
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He moaned against Michael's lips. This all felt so right. "Michael," he murmured against his lips.
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“Billy,” he replied, smiling against his lips. He nuzzled his nose against his again, fighting every urge he had to say it.
“Mm. Need a kip, I think, and then we’re gonna fuck bareback,” he said with a grin.
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"Fuck, that sounds amazing," he said. He wasn't really tired. He was used to more exertion from ballet but he had no problem cuddling with Michael. "Yeah, let's have a kip
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Michael kissed him deeply, nuzzling his cheek. He actually had to bite his lip to stop himself from saying it.
“Mm. Wake me up in a bit,” he murmured, his eyes drifting closed.
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Billy kissed him back deeply, running his fingers through his hair.