Disclaimer: I don't own Billy Elliot or any other references made.

Pairings: Billy/Michael Slash!

Told from Billy's POV

It was freezing out. We were building a snowman, like we do every winter. I'd forgotten my gloves, so my hands were numb. He offered to warm them up. I was slightly taken aback, but coming from the same boy I'd found putting his sister's dress on, I should have seen it coming. He leaned in and kissed my cheek. I was shocked; I must've said something about not being a poof. I snapped back to reality when he said, "You won't tell anyone, will you?"
I was silent for a minute. Then I grinned.

"Come on."

He stood for a minute, than followed me in to the gym.

We stepped in to the warm gym, the hard wood surface littered with boxing gloves and ballerina's tutus. Michael looked terrified. I just pulled him over in to a corner and pressed my lips to his. I'd wanted to do that for so long. I wasn't a poof; I fancied Debbie. But something kept attracting me to Michael. Now, the feeling of his soft lips, no doubt dusted with Chap Stick or lip-gloss, on mine was almost too much to handle. The boy with me, so gorgeous as to be almost feminine, was relaxing in to my touch. I broke away too soon for my taste, but I had to see his face. He looked at me with his huge eyes, full of shock and pleasure.

"What was that for, mate?"

"Michael, you silly poof. Isn't it obvious? I fancy you."

"But...you said doing ballet didn't make you a poof. I thought…"

I cut him off with another kiss.

"It's not important whether or not I'm a poof. I fancy you, and that's what matters. Unless you don't actually fancy me," I turned to go.

He tugged my hand so I was facing him again.
"Of course I fancy you, Billy. What's not to like?"

I blushed a bit. My heart was going at a thousand kilometers per hour. His look drove me crazy. He placed his soft lips on mine again, but a thought entered my mind.
"Michael, I love you, but we can't be together in public. Me dad gives me a hard enough time for doing ballet, if he knew about us he'd go mental."

Michael just looked at me. His look told me he understood. Before the moment could get any more difficult, I tossed him a tutu. I knew he might enjoy being a ballerina for a bit. I grinned and beckoned for him to follow me. I was going to give him a ballet lesson.

Hope you like it! This is my first Billy Elliot fic, so let me know what you think!!!!!!

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