Dad stopped me in the kitchen, as I was on my way to ballet.

"Oi, son, where you been?"
"I told you, dad, I'm goin to ballet. Miss wants to train me for the audition."
"You've been out much longer. Where you been after ballet?"
Shite, I couldn't let him find out about Michael and me. Think fast, Billy.

"I've been visiting Mam's grave."
"Well, I don't want you out there too much. From now on, you come right home after ballet lessons. It's bad enough to have you out there dancing around like a poof, I don't want you killed, too."

"Alright, dad."

Fuck, this was bad. I'd have to tell Michael that we needed to work things out.

The relief of our lips pressing overcame me. His hands were on my back, wandering over the muscles I had gained since I started dancing. Mine were in his feather-soft hair, while my body pushed him back on his bed. I never wanted these moments to end. After what seemed to be an eternity, I broke away.

"Michael?"
"Mm?"
"Me dad is suspicious. We have to find other times to be together. He's making me come straight home after ballet classes."

I could see the pensive look in his eyes; I loved looking in to his eyes, seeing his thoughts flicker through. His eyes caught mine, and before we could come up with a solution, our lips drew together again as if magnetized. He moaned a little in to my mouth, and I opened my lips, giving his tongue entrance. It felt so right, being there with him on his bed, if only our families would understand. I savored every minute with him, the feeling of his tongue tapping mine gently, his hands wandering all over my body (though never too low in front; we had long since decided that we weren't ready for anything of that sort). Catching a glance of the clock behind him and sighing, I broke the kiss.

"Michael, we really need to figure this out. I have to go soon, me dad will kill me if I'm out too late."

"Billy, just tell him you're coming to my house. Tell him that, I don't know, we're working on a school project together."
"That might work. I'll try it on him tonight."

Reaching in for one final kiss before leaving, I gave every ounce of passion I had to Michael in that one simple kiss.

"I love you, Michael."
"Love you too, Billy."
"Aww, shut up you poof," I grinned, teasingly as he put on his jacket and walked out.

Sorry, still pretty short. I'll work on making them a little longer. Inspiration is coming in in short bursts for me today. Wonderful, I know.

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