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Author:dizzydame
Pairing: Billy Boyd/Dominic Monaghan
Rating: R
Summary: An AU that's probably been done before, but never by me so I couldn't resist.
Pre-reveal Notes: Hope you enjoy it. :)
Disclaimer: This is a non-profit, non-commercial work of fiction using the names and likenesses of real individuals. This fictional story is not intended to imply that the events herein actually occurred, or that the attitudes or behaviors described are engaged in or condoned by the real persons whose names are used without permission.
Jack Boyd isn't one of Dom's best students, but he's probably one of the most charming. He's a cute little bugger and he's always into something but he's got some sort of innate charisma that Dom can't help but respect, even as he carts Jack off for yet another bout in the time out corner.
"Going to have to call your mum on this one." Dom says, kneeling in front of Jack, whose eyes begin to well up immediately. "Sorry, mate. I told you, remember? We marked it on the board, how many times you pulled Ginny's hair, and I told you when we got to three we'd have to ring up mum. I don't like it any more than you do, but those are the rules. Now, get your time out over with, and we'll call it sorted until the end of day. You can have your snacks with Ricky just like always."
If the idea that he still gets his cookies is a comfort to Jack, it doesn't really show. He spends the rest of his time out crying noisily, but Dom's got a perfectly honed filter for the crying of little kids.
*
"Sorry to have to bring you in again, Mrs.-" Dom starts, walking into the little office that houses all of the parent/teacher meetings. "You're not Mrs. Boyd."
"Nah, and neither is she, anymore." The man waiting for Dom says. "Call me Billy."
"You're Jack's dad?" Dom says, tucking the folder he'd been carrying under his arm and reaching a hand out. The man is close to his height, but tidy, compact in a way Dom isn't.
"And you'd be his teacher. Mr. Monaghan, is it?"
"Dominic. Nice to meet you, finally."
Jack has mentioned his father, of course, but it's always his mum that shows up at functions and meetings. It's not a surprise, really. There are plenty of fathers that don't really think it's their responsibility to deal with the children or their schooling.
"Yeah, sorry, been out of town. Jack talks about you all the time, though."
"How cruel and unforgiving I am?" Dom grins, moving around to sit not behind but on the desk, spreading open the folder in front of him.
"Naw," Billy says, waving a hand. "More like how you're the most fun teacher ever. He asked me the other night, could he stay in your class forever if he pretended to be really dim."
Dom laughs, genuinely surprised. "That's a shock to hear, considering I feel like all I'm ever doing is scolding him."
"He's an easy going lad," Billy says, a touch of pride in his voice. "He's not all that bad, is he? What's he been doing?"
"You're right, he's not that bad, but even the little things require punishment." Dom says, with a tighter sort of smile. "I can't punish based on intentions, only based on actions. Jack gets into a lot of scrapes. He's got a short temper, and it might do good to remind him that sometimes he has to wait his turn or let others have the spotlight. He's an only child, right?"
Billy nods. "I guess he might be a touch spoiled."
"Not really so much spoiled as used to having all of the attention. It's not a bad thing, he just needs to learn that there's a time and a place." Dom pulls out a sheet of paper. "He's been making progress already throughout the year. I keep record of how many time outs each of my students has. He was much more unruly toward the beginning of the year."
He hands it to Billy, who looks over it, nodding. "Well, I think between his mum and myself, we can try to work on this. Has he had any other problems?"
"Besides that, he's a dream." Dom admits, smiling. "He's doing average in all of the areas of study we try to stress. He can count and knows his alphabet and read a few words. We don't ask too much of them here, just try to prepare them for the learning environment they'll find themselves in come next year when they start school properly."
"When it's not all nap time and biscuit breaks. Ah, those were the days." Billy says, with a mournful sigh that makes Dom laugh.
"Exactly." He agrees, hopping down off of the desk.
"That's it?" Billy looks surprised. "I thought these things were a wee bit more painful."
Dom shakes his head. "That's it. Sorry to disappoint. I mean, if you want, I'm sure I can pull out a telly and force you to sit through old episode Eastenders or something?"
Billy makes an aghast face. "Now that's the kind of parent teacher meeting I expected."
*
It's been a while since Dom's had a date (he's got to be picky with his profession, can't flaunt anything, can't risk losing his job) and he blames that fact on the dream he has that night.
Jack Boyd's dad, cute little pixie mouth wrapped around Dom's cock, soft golden hair in Dom's fist.
Dom wakes with a start, rock hard and sweating.
*
Dom spends an hour a day for two weeks getting his class ready for a special program and on the day of, the kids are ridiculously excited, buzzing around full of energy and noise. They've (more or less) learned the lines to their songs and they're ready to put on a show for their parents. It will take place after hours, with the entire group being treated to a pizza dinner by the school.
The parents start to show up an hour early. It's a mix, as it always is - the perfectionists who are only worried about their little darlings getting the spotlight, and the helpful ones that don't mind pitching in wherever needed. There will be the no-showers too, and Dom always hates the disappointed faces.
Jack Boyd does not count as one of those, not tonight. His mum and dad are both there, smiling and sitting together though there's something decidedly cordial about it all. As he goes around to talk to each parent and child after the program, he remembers the comment Billy made about her no longer being his wife. He finds himself impressed; so many children he's taught before had issues with divorced parents that bled into the classroom. Jack seems to have no such problems.
And indeed, Jack is floating on air, still singing the last of the group songs when Dom approaches them. He makes sure to gloat on Jack, making the little boy beam.
"My dad sings! That's why I sing so good!" He says to Dom proudly. "Dad, dad sing!"
Billy laughs. "Oh, I think you outshone me tonight, son. No point in even trying!"
"Nuh uh, da! You sing!" Jack insists, grabbing his father's hand, and then Dom's. "Show Mr. Dom how you sing!"
"I'll show him some other time, son." Billy says, bending and picking up Jack. "Isn't it time to eat? I hear someone's tum growling!"
He tickles Jack, who shrieks with laughter.
"He's right," Dom agrees. "I think it's time for everyone to eat."
He turns to gather up the rest of the kids, making sure all of the parents know where they're going to meet for the meal.
Thirty minutes later, a dozen five year olds and all accompany parents are piled into the pizza parlor. Dom slowly lets himself relax out of teacher mode, trusting that no child is going unsupervised.
He spots Billy Boyd sitting on the bench just inside the restaurant and goes over to him. "Not gonna eat? It's free."
"Nah. Ali's got him this week, I was just..." Billy trails off and Dom senses something troubled there.
He's not sure if this is going to come across as nice or nosy, but he makes a sudden decision. He sits down beside Billy. "You and Jack's mum, you're making a good job of it. I've seen a lot of divorces fuck up a lot of kids."
A smile tugs at the corner of Billy's mouth. "Y'use that kind of language in the classroom?"
Dom laughs. "No. I have alternates."
"Alternates?"
"Fuzzy." Dom confides. "If I slip up, I say fuzzy."
"..." Billy tries not to, but he laughs and Dom finds that encouraging so he goes on.
"Stub my toe? Fuzzy! Kid won't stop screaming? Fuzzy!" He says, the substitute curse word sounding just as foul as the real one with the tone Dom's using. "And if it gets really bad? Fuzzy duck."
Billy's openly laughing now. "You are insane, anyone ever tell you that?"
"All the time." Dom says. "Why do you think I work with five year olds?"
*
Every Friday Dom sends home a packet of the work and drawings that the children have done that week. Sometimes he includes notes, if there have been behavior issues or areas that need work, but it's usually just a reminder to parents that the children are getting some sort of education out of the program.
On Monday, a few weeks after the pizza place conversation, Jack Boyd walks up to Dom's desk with a small envelope. "My dad said to give this to you."
"Thanks, mate." Dom says, smiling at Jack. He opens the envelope and pulls out a folded piece of paper. It's one of Jack's drawings, one of the ones that had gone home in his last packet.
The drawing is of a duck, and attached to it is a post it note with the words: I don't appreciate you teaching my lad to swear.
*
Dom pulls Jack's paperwork that night and scans through it until he sees the parent/guardian contact information. Alison Boyd is listed as primary guardian, but Billy Boyd's number is also there.
Dom convinces himself that there's nothing shifty about what he's doing, but he can't help but feel a little bit odd when he rings up the number.
"Hello?" Billy answers on the fourth ring.
"Hi, Mr. Boyd? This is Dom Monaghan-"
"Jack's teacher?" Billy says, sounding confused. "Is something wrong-"
"No, no, he's fine." Dom says. "I was just going to see if - do you want to go get a beer some time?"
There's a long pause on the other end of the line, and Dom feels every excruciating second of it.
"I don't know many blokes around here, and-" Dom starts to explain, his mouth running off to fill the silence.
"Yeah, absolutely, a beer would be great." Billy says, and Dom feels a rush of relief.
*
A beer with Billy is great. It's the most fun Dom's had in months. It might be the most fun he's had in years, he thinks, always prone to exaggeration after he meets someone new.
It's not like that, though. Dom's not stupid. The parent of one of his students? And a bloke, at that? Yeah, he's not quite that stupid.
But Billy has such a nice, full laugh and he can match Dom drink for drink and at the end of the night Dom is sad to bid him goodbye.
He's more than surprised when Billy calls him the very next day to say they need to do it again. He's even more surprised when the very next weekend Billy calls again, insisting this time that they do it again.
Going for a beer with Billy turns into a pretty steady weekend thing and after a while Dom's little crush solidifies, doesn't lessen but changes, becomes something more and something deeper. Billy's a good man and a good mate and they get along so well that Dom almost can't imagine not knowing Billy anymore.
He figures there will come a point where he lets the crush go. It's happened before, and no doubt will happen again, so Dom falls into a comfortable place where he doesn't think too much about it.
That's when he does something stupid.
*
The first time he kisses Billy, really kisses him, they're both drunk. Alcohol, of course, is the great equalizer, and the great stupid-maker, so he rounds the corner in front of Billy's flat and instead of giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder like he intends, Billy is the recipient of a wet smacking snog right on the mouth.
Billy looks a little bit stunned when Dom pulls away. "That how it is, then?"
Dom decides the best option is to make a quick retreat, but a hand on his arm stops him. Billy draws him back in and there's a quicksilver grin before a hand curves on the back of his neck and a wet tongue against his lips, seeking entry.
They stand out in the cold, snow flurries just beginning to fall around them, kissing like Dom hasn't done in ages, deep and messy and oh so promising.
Recipient:
foxtalesAuthor:
dizzydamePairing: Billy Boyd/Dominic Monaghan
Rating: R
Summary: An AU that's probably been done before, but never by me so I couldn't resist.
Pre-reveal Notes: Hope you enjoy it. :)
Disclaimer: This is a non-profit, non-commercial work of fiction using the names and likenesses of real individuals. This fictional story is not intended to imply that the events herein actually occurred, or that the attitudes or behaviors described are engaged in or condoned by the real persons whose names are used without permission.
Jack Boyd isn't one of Dom's best students, but he's probably one of the most charming. He's a cute little bugger and he's always into something but he's got some sort of innate charisma that Dom can't help but respect, even as he carts Jack off for yet another bout in the time out corner.
"Going to have to call your mum on this one." Dom says, kneeling in front of Jack, whose eyes begin to well up immediately. "Sorry, mate. I told you, remember? We marked it on the board, how many times you pulled Ginny's hair, and I told you when we got to three we'd have to ring up mum. I don't like it any more than you do, but those are the rules. Now, get your time out over with, and we'll call it sorted until the end of day. You can have your snacks with Ricky just like always."
If the idea that he still gets his cookies is a comfort to Jack, it doesn't really show. He spends the rest of his time out crying noisily, but Dom's got a perfectly honed filter for the crying of little kids.
"Sorry to have to bring you in again, Mrs.-" Dom starts, walking into the little office that houses all of the parent/teacher meetings. "You're not Mrs. Boyd."
"Nah, and neither is she, anymore." The man waiting for Dom says. "Call me Billy."
"You're Jack's dad?" Dom says, tucking the folder he'd been carrying under his arm and reaching a hand out. The man is close to his height, but tidy, compact in a way Dom isn't.
"And you'd be his teacher. Mr. Monaghan, is it?"
"Dominic. Nice to meet you, finally."
Jack has mentioned his father, of course, but it's always his mum that shows up at functions and meetings. It's not a surprise, really. There are plenty of fathers that don't really think it's their responsibility to deal with the children or their schooling.
"Yeah, sorry, been out of town. Jack talks about you all the time, though."
"How cruel and unforgiving I am?" Dom grins, moving around to sit not behind but on the desk, spreading open the folder in front of him.
"Naw," Billy says, waving a hand. "More like how you're the most fun teacher ever. He asked me the other night, could he stay in your class forever if he pretended to be really dim."
Dom laughs, genuinely surprised. "That's a shock to hear, considering I feel like all I'm ever doing is scolding him."
"He's an easy going lad," Billy says, a touch of pride in his voice. "He's not all that bad, is he? What's he been doing?"
"You're right, he's not that bad, but even the little things require punishment." Dom says, with a tighter sort of smile. "I can't punish based on intentions, only based on actions. Jack gets into a lot of scrapes. He's got a short temper, and it might do good to remind him that sometimes he has to wait his turn or let others have the spotlight. He's an only child, right?"
Billy nods. "I guess he might be a touch spoiled."
"Not really so much spoiled as used to having all of the attention. It's not a bad thing, he just needs to learn that there's a time and a place." Dom pulls out a sheet of paper. "He's been making progress already throughout the year. I keep record of how many time outs each of my students has. He was much more unruly toward the beginning of the year."
He hands it to Billy, who looks over it, nodding. "Well, I think between his mum and myself, we can try to work on this. Has he had any other problems?"
"Besides that, he's a dream." Dom admits, smiling. "He's doing average in all of the areas of study we try to stress. He can count and knows his alphabet and read a few words. We don't ask too much of them here, just try to prepare them for the learning environment they'll find themselves in come next year when they start school properly."
"When it's not all nap time and biscuit breaks. Ah, those were the days." Billy says, with a mournful sigh that makes Dom laugh.
"Exactly." He agrees, hopping down off of the desk.
"That's it?" Billy looks surprised. "I thought these things were a wee bit more painful."
Dom shakes his head. "That's it. Sorry to disappoint. I mean, if you want, I'm sure I can pull out a telly and force you to sit through old episode Eastenders or something?"
Billy makes an aghast face. "Now that's the kind of parent teacher meeting I expected."
It's been a while since Dom's had a date (he's got to be picky with his profession, can't flaunt anything, can't risk losing his job) and he blames that fact on the dream he has that night.
Jack Boyd's dad, cute little pixie mouth wrapped around Dom's cock, soft golden hair in Dom's fist.
Dom wakes with a start, rock hard and sweating.
Dom spends an hour a day for two weeks getting his class ready for a special program and on the day of, the kids are ridiculously excited, buzzing around full of energy and noise. They've (more or less) learned the lines to their songs and they're ready to put on a show for their parents. It will take place after hours, with the entire group being treated to a pizza dinner by the school.
The parents start to show up an hour early. It's a mix, as it always is - the perfectionists who are only worried about their little darlings getting the spotlight, and the helpful ones that don't mind pitching in wherever needed. There will be the no-showers too, and Dom always hates the disappointed faces.
Jack Boyd does not count as one of those, not tonight. His mum and dad are both there, smiling and sitting together though there's something decidedly cordial about it all. As he goes around to talk to each parent and child after the program, he remembers the comment Billy made about her no longer being his wife. He finds himself impressed; so many children he's taught before had issues with divorced parents that bled into the classroom. Jack seems to have no such problems.
And indeed, Jack is floating on air, still singing the last of the group songs when Dom approaches them. He makes sure to gloat on Jack, making the little boy beam.
"My dad sings! That's why I sing so good!" He says to Dom proudly. "Dad, dad sing!"
Billy laughs. "Oh, I think you outshone me tonight, son. No point in even trying!"
"Nuh uh, da! You sing!" Jack insists, grabbing his father's hand, and then Dom's. "Show Mr. Dom how you sing!"
"I'll show him some other time, son." Billy says, bending and picking up Jack. "Isn't it time to eat? I hear someone's tum growling!"
He tickles Jack, who shrieks with laughter.
"He's right," Dom agrees. "I think it's time for everyone to eat."
He turns to gather up the rest of the kids, making sure all of the parents know where they're going to meet for the meal.
Thirty minutes later, a dozen five year olds and all accompany parents are piled into the pizza parlor. Dom slowly lets himself relax out of teacher mode, trusting that no child is going unsupervised.
He spots Billy Boyd sitting on the bench just inside the restaurant and goes over to him. "Not gonna eat? It's free."
"Nah. Ali's got him this week, I was just..." Billy trails off and Dom senses something troubled there.
He's not sure if this is going to come across as nice or nosy, but he makes a sudden decision. He sits down beside Billy. "You and Jack's mum, you're making a good job of it. I've seen a lot of divorces fuck up a lot of kids."
A smile tugs at the corner of Billy's mouth. "Y'use that kind of language in the classroom?"
Dom laughs. "No. I have alternates."
"Alternates?"
"Fuzzy." Dom confides. "If I slip up, I say fuzzy."
"..." Billy tries not to, but he laughs and Dom finds that encouraging so he goes on.
"Stub my toe? Fuzzy! Kid won't stop screaming? Fuzzy!" He says, the substitute curse word sounding just as foul as the real one with the tone Dom's using. "And if it gets really bad? Fuzzy duck."
Billy's openly laughing now. "You are insane, anyone ever tell you that?"
"All the time." Dom says. "Why do you think I work with five year olds?"
Every Friday Dom sends home a packet of the work and drawings that the children have done that week. Sometimes he includes notes, if there have been behavior issues or areas that need work, but it's usually just a reminder to parents that the children are getting some sort of education out of the program.
On Monday, a few weeks after the pizza place conversation, Jack Boyd walks up to Dom's desk with a small envelope. "My dad said to give this to you."
"Thanks, mate." Dom says, smiling at Jack. He opens the envelope and pulls out a folded piece of paper. It's one of Jack's drawings, one of the ones that had gone home in his last packet.
The drawing is of a duck, and attached to it is a post it note with the words: I don't appreciate you teaching my lad to swear.
Dom pulls Jack's paperwork that night and scans through it until he sees the parent/guardian contact information. Alison Boyd is listed as primary guardian, but Billy Boyd's number is also there.
Dom convinces himself that there's nothing shifty about what he's doing, but he can't help but feel a little bit odd when he rings up the number.
"Hello?" Billy answers on the fourth ring.
"Hi, Mr. Boyd? This is Dom Monaghan-"
"Jack's teacher?" Billy says, sounding confused. "Is something wrong-"
"No, no, he's fine." Dom says. "I was just going to see if - do you want to go get a beer some time?"
There's a long pause on the other end of the line, and Dom feels every excruciating second of it.
"I don't know many blokes around here, and-" Dom starts to explain, his mouth running off to fill the silence.
"Yeah, absolutely, a beer would be great." Billy says, and Dom feels a rush of relief.
A beer with Billy is great. It's the most fun Dom's had in months. It might be the most fun he's had in years, he thinks, always prone to exaggeration after he meets someone new.
It's not like that, though. Dom's not stupid. The parent of one of his students? And a bloke, at that? Yeah, he's not quite that stupid.
But Billy has such a nice, full laugh and he can match Dom drink for drink and at the end of the night Dom is sad to bid him goodbye.
He's more than surprised when Billy calls him the very next day to say they need to do it again. He's even more surprised when the very next weekend Billy calls again, insisting this time that they do it again.
Going for a beer with Billy turns into a pretty steady weekend thing and after a while Dom's little crush solidifies, doesn't lessen but changes, becomes something more and something deeper. Billy's a good man and a good mate and they get along so well that Dom almost can't imagine not knowing Billy anymore.
He figures there will come a point where he lets the crush go. It's happened before, and no doubt will happen again, so Dom falls into a comfortable place where he doesn't think too much about it.
That's when he does something stupid.
The first time he kisses Billy, really kisses him, they're both drunk. Alcohol, of course, is the great equalizer, and the great stupid-maker, so he rounds the corner in front of Billy's flat and instead of giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder like he intends, Billy is the recipient of a wet smacking snog right on the mouth.
Billy looks a little bit stunned when Dom pulls away. "That how it is, then?"
Dom decides the best option is to make a quick retreat, but a hand on his arm stops him. Billy draws him back in and there's a quicksilver grin before a hand curves on the back of his neck and a wet tongue against his lips, seeking entry.
They stand out in the cold, snow flurries just beginning to fall around them, kissing like Dom hasn't done in ages, deep and messy and oh so promising.
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Date: 2010-01-01 11:54 pm (UTC)Silly Jack, all you need do is get your dad and your teacher together! Then he's around all the time, see? ;D
Also, The drawing is of a duck, and attached to it is a post it note with the words: I don't appreciate you teaching my lad to swear.
Ahahahahaaaa! Awesome!
This was so much fun to read, and I can so very easily see Dom as a pre-school teacher - great choice! Thank you so much for this lovely gift! =D
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Date: 2010-01-12 04:00 am (UTC)The slow and comfortable build to how his rapport with Bill develops, how he decides to take the risk and see where it may lead -- this was so well told. Thank you!
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