Tomiko90: Thanks for the reviews! glad you like it! I know that I hate the stories where things get rushed, and I was even a little worried that this would be rushing it, considering they are only, like, 11 in the movie! But I didn't want it to get boring ;-)

I felt the sting of my father's hand on my check as I sat outside Michael's, waiting for him to answer his knock. Tears streaming down my face, I sat down on the first step and leaned my back gently on the rickety railing. The door opened, and there stood Michael, in the makeup I'd come to love.
"Fuckin' 'ell, what happened Billy?"
I just stood up and ran myself in to Michael's arms, crying on his shoulder.

"He knows, Michael."

Five minutes later, I sat on Michael's bed, head resting against Michael's chest with his arms wrapped around me. I recounted the story of what had happened all of ten minutes ago, though it felt like an eternity.

Billy returned from ballet class to find his dad sitting at the kitchen table, staring straight ahead. As Billy turned to walk to his room, his dad stood up.

"Where do you think you're going, faggot?"
Billy stopped cold. He couldn't know, could he?

"What're you talking about, Dad?"

"You know bloody well what I'm talking about. I know you've been fucking that Caffrey boy."

"I swear, dad, we're not fucking! We're just friends, that's all. Just friends!"

"Don't you lie to me, you bloody little poofter!" His dad reached out and slapped him hard across the face. Billy stood there in shock for a second before raising his own hand and punching his father right back. He turned on his heel and ran out the door all the way to Michael's.

"Fuckin' 'ell." Michael pulled me closer, kissing the top of my head lightly. He gently lifted my chin up and kissed me softly, as though afraid of hurting me. I softened in to the kiss, pulling Michael closer, as though I needed him more than ever. My worries about my dad and the throbbing in my cheek were gone. The only thing that mattered was me and Michael. Michael moaned in to me, and I ran my hands under his t-shirt and up his chest, smooth and hard. He pulled me back to the point where I was on top of him, and he moved his tongue in to my mouth and his hands up my back. My hands slipped back down, settling on his hips. He moaned again and moved his hands down to my arse. His hands slowly started to move around to the front, and my breath hitched.

"Michael, what're you doing?"

"Just relax, I'm not gonna do anything bad to you Billy. I love you."
"I love you too, Michael."
His hands were now centimeters away from the obvious bulge in the front of my jeans. They brushed against it and I felt a jolt of electricity, the likes of which I'd only felt before when I was dancing. Then, just as suddenly, the image of my father coming at me flashed through my head. I broke the kiss and turned away from Michael, my head buried in my hands and knees.

"Everything alright, Billy?"
"Michael, you're amazing, but I'm just can't do that."

"That's alright, Billy."
But even though he said it was ok, when I looked in to his eyes, behind the layer of love I saw some hurt. He didn't think I loved him, I knew it. I wanted to run from the room, screaming, but at the same time, this was the safest place I knew, here with Michael. I couldn't go back home to my dad, not right now, and I was feeling open enough that if I went over to Debbie's, I knew that I might not be faithful to my Michael. I sat up and hugged my legs. I felt Michael's warm arm snake around my shoulders, and his head come to rest on my shoulder. I rested mine on top of his dark hair.

"I'm sorry, Michael. I really do love you. It's just…we're young, and this is new to me. I love kissing you and all, though."

I lifted my head up, and Michael followed suit so that we were looking directly at each other. The hurt was still there, but it had mostly been replaced by loving concern. He looked at me hard.

"Are you sure there's nothing else bothering you?" His eyes traveled from mine to the bruise forming on my cheek.

"Michael, I'm scared. If I go home, my dad'll hit me again. And if he finds out I'm here, he'll kill me. I'm scared for both of us, Michael, and what'll happen to us now that he knows."

Michael held me closer again and rubbed my back soothingly in circles.

"It's alright, Billy. Nothing's going to happen to us. I won't let anything happen."
I wiped my eyes, grinning up at him. "You won't let anything happen? You're too much of a nutter fairy to take on my dad!"
Michael smiled, and I was glad that he chose not to hit me, even playfully.
"I could take on your dad with one of me hands tied behind my back! I'm quite fit, you know!" I chuckled softly at his play on words.

"You are quite fit, I'll give you that."
I caught his eyes again, and leaned back up in to his mouth. We kissed for a couple seconds, and then he broke away, saying, "Why don't you stay here, with me tonight? I promise, you'll be safe here with me."

My heart raced at the thought of sleeping over with the person I loved the most. I grinned that grin that he can't resist, and he smiled back, then stood up.
"Fantastic, let's go find you some sheets, then."

"I think I've found some right here," I patted Michael's bed. "It's much more comfortable than the floor."

I caught a glimpse of his shocked look. "What, are you afraid of havin a poof sleep in your bed?" I teased him.

"Not even close," he grinned and jumped back on to the bed, pinning me down. I thought I knew what was coming next as he leaned down slowly, but then he stopped leaning down, and instead moved his hands to my stomach, tickling it relentlessly. I squirmed underneath him and tried to get back at him, but he kept at it. Finally, we collapsed on the bed in to a big pit of giggles and breath-catching. This is the way it ought to be always, I thought to myself, just me and Michael, nothing to worry about.

This was a little longer, hope you all like it! Dancingmaniac2