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Title: Eight Perspectives
Author: Toka Syriu
Pairing: None (Well, I guess Dakin/Posner)
Characters: Everyone!
Words: 816, if you count the headings.
Rating/Warnings: PG, for language
Disclaimer: The History Boys are the property of Alan Bennett.
Summary: Given to me as a summer writing prompt from ”trekkiepirate”, it is a drabble (100 words each) for each of our favourite boys about Dakin’s hug towards Posner.
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1. Posner
Bliss.
Just pure, unadulterated, fucking bliss.
The first hug was awful; it was awkward and fumbly and I could tell Dakin didn’t mean it. The first hug…the first hug made me want to curl up and bawl my fucking eyes out.
But the second hug…oh, the second hug made up for everything the first hug eluded me. It was strong and warm and made me want to curl up in Dakin’s arms forever.
I almost forgot about the fact that Dakin was in love with Irwin while he had his arms around me.
Too bad that hug couldn’t last forever.
2. Dakin
I suppose I owed that much to Posner. I mean, the guy had been in love with me since he was bloody sixteen. A hug was the least I could do.
Before, I was considering a blow job, but even Timms agreed that that was taking it a little too far. Maybe leading him on. So a hug settled it.
It hurt, seeing Pos’s face light up as I squeezed him in my arms. It hurt, knowing that this was probably the last time I was going to see him, and that this was all that I could give him.
3. Scripps
Through the catcalls and the whooping and the shrieks of ‘Beautiful, beautiful!’ I saw Posner’s eyes as Dakin hugged him.
Those eyes made me want to rip Dakin off his small body, to rip out his heart and smash it on the grainy sidewalk; anything to make him feel what this boy had gone through for the last year and a half. Fuck the fact that he’s my best friend.
I wish…I wish that there was some way to make Dakin fall out of love with Irwin and into love with Posner.
I bet even God couldn’t make that happen.
4. Rudge
I’ve always been the outcast, the stupid one, the ‘old dog who couldn’t learn new tricks’, so to speak. When Dakin approached Posner, I stepped back, not wanting to ruin their ‘moment’.
Secretly, I’ve loved him. He doesn’t know, doesn’t need to know. He’s a teacher now, a lonely teacher on the outskirts of Sheffield, two miles from Hector’s grave. I’m a carpenter, married with two children. It would never work.
Seeing them together, seeing him so fucking happy, made me want to give up everything--Oxford, my father’s pride, everything--to have Posner be that happy to see me.
5. Crowther
I break-dance. It’s a form of release for me, you see? It’s like…when I start dancing, nothing else in the world exists. Not school, not the A-levels, not Oxford or Cambridge. It’s just me, the music, and my body.
In a way, I knew how Posner felt as Dakin hugged him the last day of classes. I knew what the look in his eyes meant. The blue eyes glimmering with happiness and ecstasy to finally have the one he loved in his arms…
I wish that Dakin knew too. Maybe then, he wouldn’t be such a goddamn prick to him.
6. Akthar
Being Posner’s best friend, I tried to keep his thoughts away from Dakin. If he thought about him too long, his grades would slip and he wouldn’t get into Oxford. Posner didn’t need Dakin in his mind.
I took on the job of keeping Posner on track. I studied with him, I changed the subject whenever Dakin popped into his mind, and whenever the stud came into the room, I whisked him away.
But when I noticed the look on Posner’s face as Dakin clutched him in his arms, I realized I was wrong.
This was exactly what Posner needed.
7. Lockwood
Dakin. Dakin, Dakin, Dakin. He knew exactly what Posner wanted, and he gave it to him. Now Irwin, Irwin knew what Dakin wanted too, and he did the exact opposite.
As Dakin hugged Posner, I saw a face peeking out of the school building. I saw Irwin’s eyes as the boys embraced. Now, I might not be the brightest bulb in the box, but I know enough that when someone sees the one they love hugging someone else, it’s gonna hurt.
That might explain the tears that ran down Irwin’s face, as he pulled the blind shut across the windowpane.
8. Timms
Dakin gave Posner exactly what he wanted, and just in the nick of time.
After Hector’s accident, I’m pretty sure that Dakin didn’t feel like hugging anyone; especially not the boy who’d been in love with him for almost two years. If Dakin was going to hug anyone, it would’ve been the survivor of that accident.
After Hector’s accident, I’m pretty sure that Posner didn’t want to hug anyone either. Posner’s the type of guy who blames himself for everything. He probably thought that if Dakin didn’t hug him then Hector would still be alive.
Posner is a fucking idiot.
~*~
Title: He Won’t Know
Author: Toka Syriu
Pairing: Rudge X Posner
Characters: Rudge, mentions of Posner
Words: 307
Rating/Warnings: PG for some language (I think two swear words)
Disclaimer: The History Boys are the property of Alan Bennett.
Summary: This actually wasn’t a prompt for me, but I got the idea after revising Eight Perspectives. Odd pairing, I know, but enjoy.
~*~
He won’t know.
If it’s up to me, he’ll never know.
He won’t know the looks I gave him during class, wishing we could be one. He won’t know the stares that I gave him while he sang to Dakin, hoping he would one day sing to me. He won’t know the glares that I gave that backstabbing bastard when he couldn’t love him like I did.
He won’t know the feelings I felt when Dakin hugged him. He won’t know the love that poured through my soul and into my heart for the sixteen year old small, Jewish, homosexual boy from Sheffield. He won’t know the pain that flowed through my mind when I realized he was living unhappily alone, when he could have been living happily together with me.
He won’t know the thoughts that flew in and out of my brain of how we could be together if I just made one move. He won’t know the ideas I had to bring us together, frivolous plans that I knew in my heart would never work. He won’t know the poor judgments I made for him, if only we could have had one night, one hour, one minute, one second together.
He won’t know the way I felt every day, every minute, every. fucking. second just so he didn’t have to reject me, have to stutter and struggle to find the words to tell me no. In some ways I wish that I had told him, that if I had told him, maybe I would be with him instead of with a wife and two kids.
And then I think back to my school days and I am glad that I haven’t told him, that I will never tell him.
I wish I could make my heart believe him not knowing is for the best.
~*~
Title: Teasing To Please
Author: Toka Syriu
Genre: PWP
Main Pairing: Dakin X Posner
Words: 1,052
Rating: NC-17 for explicit sexual material and language
Disclaimer: Don’t own. Don’t sue.
~*~
After the final bell, Dakin strolled nonchalantly down the hallway towards his locker. Spotting Posner loitering outside Irwin’s classroom, the eighteen year old boy snatched the other’s arm and pulled him into the now-vacant classroom.
“What the hell?!” As Dakin led him into the empty room, Posner blinked in confusion at the other boy. “What are you doing?”
“I--I need to talk to you.” The brown-eyed boy nervously ran a hand through his almost black hair. “This…this is kind of hard for me to say, so--so be patient, okay?”
Posner stared at his friend, bewildered. “If you’re trying to come out to me, don’t worry about it, I already know.”
“That’s not it.” Dakin’s tone surprised the blue-eyed man and he stepped closer to his friend.
“Then what is it?”
Clearing his throat and blushing at the closeness of their bodies, Dakin lowered his eyes. “I--I think--I mean, I know--I mean--“ Posner cut him off.
“Just spit it out already, man! How hard is it to tell me something? We’re best friends!” Putting his hands on his hips, the other man sighed impatiently. “If you’re not going to tell me, then I’m going home.”
When Dakin hesitated again, Posner turned on his heel and started walking to the door. “Fine. See you on Monday.”
“I love you!” Dakin cried, finally able to say the words. When Posner turned around, stunned, his voice became soft again. “I love you, Posner,” he repeated.
Gawking in astonishment, the other man took a tentative step towards the teenager. “Are--are you sure?”
Dakin nodded, a grin spreading across his dapple cheeks. “Positive.”
Hearing those words, a smile also rose onto Posner’s face and he rushed towards Dakin, wrapping his arms around his body. Gripping the sides of his face, the younger boy pushed his lips against the other’s fiercely.
At the contact, Dakin closed his eyes and moaned gently; kissing Posner back, he slipped his arms around the boy’s lanky body as he pushed himself against him. Driving his tongue into the depths of the other man’s mouth, he felt Posner grow hard against his legs and groaned at the sensation. Breaking away, the brown-eyed man fumbled at his tie.
“What are we doing?” Posner breathed as he began unbuttoning his dress shirt.
“No clue,” Dakin replied, tearing off his own shirt. “I want you.”
Moaning in response, Posner grabbed Dakin and pulled his bare chest to his. Kissing him more fervently and passionately, Dakin accidentally pushed his erection against the other man’s.
“Fuck!” Posner cried at the sensation of their lower regions pressed together. “Do--do that again.”
Grinning at Posner’s innocence, Dakin began grinding his hips onto the other man’s. As the younger man moaned and panted at the feelings running down his body, Dakin trailed his mouth down the side of Posner’s jaw. Kissing a line down to his nipples, the man took one nub into his mouth and rolled it gently across his tongue, basking in the mewling noises the other boy made.
“D--Dakin…” Posner gasped, tugging his up to eye level. “Stop teasing, god dammit.”
Smiling mischievously, Dakin kissed Posner’s lips quickly as he slowly undid his belt. “What do you want me to do, my love?” he whispered as he trailed his fingertips down his bare chest.
“Oh…oh my lord…” Posner shuddered under Dakin’s fingers. As he felt the other man stroke him through the now-uncomfortably tight dress pants, he yelped. “Fuck me, Dakin!”
Completely aroused by the urgency of the younger boy’s voice, Dakin slipped the black pants down his bony hips and kissed the new exposed flesh. Feeling Posner tremble in pure lust, he drifted closer and closer to his cock; blowing air on the tip of it, Dakin suddenly withdrew and stood up.
Gazing at the other man, Posner pouted. “Why’d you stop?” he began to ask, until he noticed it was self-explanatory.
“Oh dear, look at me. Naked and nothing to do.” Dakin spread his arms wide so the younger man could get a look at him. “How should we resolve this little problem, young Posner?”
“Shut the hell up and fuck me,” Posner breathed, stepping over the pile of clothes and pulling Dakin flush against his own naked body. Feeling his breath hitch, he grinned and let him go. “Now who’s the tease?”
Growling playfully, Dakin slapped Posner’s backside and kissed his stomach. “Turn around, babe,” he whispered, spitting into his hand.
Obliging, Posner braced himself on a stray desk as Dakin covered himself with the makeshift lubricant. Positioning himself at the other man’s entrance, he pushed in slowly but continuously.
“F--fuck!” Grasping at thin air, Posner bucked his hips against the unknown object entering him. Scrabbling around for Dakin’s hand, he grabbed it and squeezed it as hard as he could.
“I’m sorry…” Dakin moaned as he settled inside him. “Oh god…you’re so fucking tight.”
Getting used to the foreign substance, Posner began moving back against Dakin. “Fuck me now, please…”
Shifting slightly, the brown-eyed boy slowly pulled out and slammed back in, shoving the desk forward and making Posner yelp. Building up a steady pace, their breathing became heavy and deep; pre-come leaked from the tip of Dakin’s penis and made Posner’s insides slippery. With the extra lubricant, his position moved and he began hitting the boy’s prostate.
“Fucking hell, Dakin!” Posner yelled as he hit the spot. “Fuck…right there!”
Dakin followed Posner’s commands and hit his prostate over and over. Reaching a hand around to his front, he began stroking the other man’s cock; feeling Posner’s insides tighten, he nipped his neck affectionately.
“Come for me, baby,” Dakin whispered, giving his penis a final yank. With a loud moan, Posner spilled milky white fluid all over Dakin’s hand and the desk. At the feeling of the boy’s orgasm, the brown-eyed boy let loose himself and came violently inside Posner.
Slumping against the wooden surface, Posner let his head fall to his sweat-soaked chest as Dakin kissed his ear softly. “I love you, Dakin,” he whispered breathily.
“I love you too,” Dakin replied, dropping his head to Posner’s shoulder. Trying to catch their breath, the lovers heard sudden footsteps and a gasp. Suddenly Irwin’s voice intruded their silent heaven.
“What the hell is going on?!”
~*~
Author: Toka Syriu
Pairing: None (Well, I guess Dakin/Posner)
Characters: Everyone!
Words: 816, if you count the headings.
Rating/Warnings: PG, for language
Disclaimer: The History Boys are the property of Alan Bennett.
Summary: Given to me as a summer writing prompt from ”trekkiepirate”, it is a drabble (100 words each) for each of our favourite boys about Dakin’s hug towards Posner.
~*~
1. Posner
Bliss.
Just pure, unadulterated, fucking bliss.
The first hug was awful; it was awkward and fumbly and I could tell Dakin didn’t mean it. The first hug…the first hug made me want to curl up and bawl my fucking eyes out.
But the second hug…oh, the second hug made up for everything the first hug eluded me. It was strong and warm and made me want to curl up in Dakin’s arms forever.
I almost forgot about the fact that Dakin was in love with Irwin while he had his arms around me.
Too bad that hug couldn’t last forever.
2. Dakin
I suppose I owed that much to Posner. I mean, the guy had been in love with me since he was bloody sixteen. A hug was the least I could do.
Before, I was considering a blow job, but even Timms agreed that that was taking it a little too far. Maybe leading him on. So a hug settled it.
It hurt, seeing Pos’s face light up as I squeezed him in my arms. It hurt, knowing that this was probably the last time I was going to see him, and that this was all that I could give him.
3. Scripps
Through the catcalls and the whooping and the shrieks of ‘Beautiful, beautiful!’ I saw Posner’s eyes as Dakin hugged him.
Those eyes made me want to rip Dakin off his small body, to rip out his heart and smash it on the grainy sidewalk; anything to make him feel what this boy had gone through for the last year and a half. Fuck the fact that he’s my best friend.
I wish…I wish that there was some way to make Dakin fall out of love with Irwin and into love with Posner.
I bet even God couldn’t make that happen.
4. Rudge
I’ve always been the outcast, the stupid one, the ‘old dog who couldn’t learn new tricks’, so to speak. When Dakin approached Posner, I stepped back, not wanting to ruin their ‘moment’.
Secretly, I’ve loved him. He doesn’t know, doesn’t need to know. He’s a teacher now, a lonely teacher on the outskirts of Sheffield, two miles from Hector’s grave. I’m a carpenter, married with two children. It would never work.
Seeing them together, seeing him so fucking happy, made me want to give up everything--Oxford, my father’s pride, everything--to have Posner be that happy to see me.
5. Crowther
I break-dance. It’s a form of release for me, you see? It’s like…when I start dancing, nothing else in the world exists. Not school, not the A-levels, not Oxford or Cambridge. It’s just me, the music, and my body.
In a way, I knew how Posner felt as Dakin hugged him the last day of classes. I knew what the look in his eyes meant. The blue eyes glimmering with happiness and ecstasy to finally have the one he loved in his arms…
I wish that Dakin knew too. Maybe then, he wouldn’t be such a goddamn prick to him.
6. Akthar
Being Posner’s best friend, I tried to keep his thoughts away from Dakin. If he thought about him too long, his grades would slip and he wouldn’t get into Oxford. Posner didn’t need Dakin in his mind.
I took on the job of keeping Posner on track. I studied with him, I changed the subject whenever Dakin popped into his mind, and whenever the stud came into the room, I whisked him away.
But when I noticed the look on Posner’s face as Dakin clutched him in his arms, I realized I was wrong.
This was exactly what Posner needed.
7. Lockwood
Dakin. Dakin, Dakin, Dakin. He knew exactly what Posner wanted, and he gave it to him. Now Irwin, Irwin knew what Dakin wanted too, and he did the exact opposite.
As Dakin hugged Posner, I saw a face peeking out of the school building. I saw Irwin’s eyes as the boys embraced. Now, I might not be the brightest bulb in the box, but I know enough that when someone sees the one they love hugging someone else, it’s gonna hurt.
That might explain the tears that ran down Irwin’s face, as he pulled the blind shut across the windowpane.
8. Timms
Dakin gave Posner exactly what he wanted, and just in the nick of time.
After Hector’s accident, I’m pretty sure that Dakin didn’t feel like hugging anyone; especially not the boy who’d been in love with him for almost two years. If Dakin was going to hug anyone, it would’ve been the survivor of that accident.
After Hector’s accident, I’m pretty sure that Posner didn’t want to hug anyone either. Posner’s the type of guy who blames himself for everything. He probably thought that if Dakin didn’t hug him then Hector would still be alive.
Posner is a fucking idiot.
~*~
Title: He Won’t Know
Author: Toka Syriu
Pairing: Rudge X Posner
Characters: Rudge, mentions of Posner
Words: 307
Rating/Warnings: PG for some language (I think two swear words)
Disclaimer: The History Boys are the property of Alan Bennett.
Summary: This actually wasn’t a prompt for me, but I got the idea after revising Eight Perspectives. Odd pairing, I know, but enjoy.
~*~
He won’t know.
If it’s up to me, he’ll never know.
He won’t know the looks I gave him during class, wishing we could be one. He won’t know the stares that I gave him while he sang to Dakin, hoping he would one day sing to me. He won’t know the glares that I gave that backstabbing bastard when he couldn’t love him like I did.
He won’t know the feelings I felt when Dakin hugged him. He won’t know the love that poured through my soul and into my heart for the sixteen year old small, Jewish, homosexual boy from Sheffield. He won’t know the pain that flowed through my mind when I realized he was living unhappily alone, when he could have been living happily together with me.
He won’t know the thoughts that flew in and out of my brain of how we could be together if I just made one move. He won’t know the ideas I had to bring us together, frivolous plans that I knew in my heart would never work. He won’t know the poor judgments I made for him, if only we could have had one night, one hour, one minute, one second together.
He won’t know the way I felt every day, every minute, every. fucking. second just so he didn’t have to reject me, have to stutter and struggle to find the words to tell me no. In some ways I wish that I had told him, that if I had told him, maybe I would be with him instead of with a wife and two kids.
And then I think back to my school days and I am glad that I haven’t told him, that I will never tell him.
I wish I could make my heart believe him not knowing is for the best.
~*~
Title: Teasing To Please
Author: Toka Syriu
Genre: PWP
Main Pairing: Dakin X Posner
Words: 1,052
Rating: NC-17 for explicit sexual material and language
Disclaimer: Don’t own. Don’t sue.
~*~
After the final bell, Dakin strolled nonchalantly down the hallway towards his locker. Spotting Posner loitering outside Irwin’s classroom, the eighteen year old boy snatched the other’s arm and pulled him into the now-vacant classroom.
“What the hell?!” As Dakin led him into the empty room, Posner blinked in confusion at the other boy. “What are you doing?”
“I--I need to talk to you.” The brown-eyed boy nervously ran a hand through his almost black hair. “This…this is kind of hard for me to say, so--so be patient, okay?”
Posner stared at his friend, bewildered. “If you’re trying to come out to me, don’t worry about it, I already know.”
“That’s not it.” Dakin’s tone surprised the blue-eyed man and he stepped closer to his friend.
“Then what is it?”
Clearing his throat and blushing at the closeness of their bodies, Dakin lowered his eyes. “I--I think--I mean, I know--I mean--“ Posner cut him off.
“Just spit it out already, man! How hard is it to tell me something? We’re best friends!” Putting his hands on his hips, the other man sighed impatiently. “If you’re not going to tell me, then I’m going home.”
When Dakin hesitated again, Posner turned on his heel and started walking to the door. “Fine. See you on Monday.”
“I love you!” Dakin cried, finally able to say the words. When Posner turned around, stunned, his voice became soft again. “I love you, Posner,” he repeated.
Gawking in astonishment, the other man took a tentative step towards the teenager. “Are--are you sure?”
Dakin nodded, a grin spreading across his dapple cheeks. “Positive.”
Hearing those words, a smile also rose onto Posner’s face and he rushed towards Dakin, wrapping his arms around his body. Gripping the sides of his face, the younger boy pushed his lips against the other’s fiercely.
At the contact, Dakin closed his eyes and moaned gently; kissing Posner back, he slipped his arms around the boy’s lanky body as he pushed himself against him. Driving his tongue into the depths of the other man’s mouth, he felt Posner grow hard against his legs and groaned at the sensation. Breaking away, the brown-eyed man fumbled at his tie.
“What are we doing?” Posner breathed as he began unbuttoning his dress shirt.
“No clue,” Dakin replied, tearing off his own shirt. “I want you.”
Moaning in response, Posner grabbed Dakin and pulled his bare chest to his. Kissing him more fervently and passionately, Dakin accidentally pushed his erection against the other man’s.
“Fuck!” Posner cried at the sensation of their lower regions pressed together. “Do--do that again.”
Grinning at Posner’s innocence, Dakin began grinding his hips onto the other man’s. As the younger man moaned and panted at the feelings running down his body, Dakin trailed his mouth down the side of Posner’s jaw. Kissing a line down to his nipples, the man took one nub into his mouth and rolled it gently across his tongue, basking in the mewling noises the other boy made.
“D--Dakin…” Posner gasped, tugging his up to eye level. “Stop teasing, god dammit.”
Smiling mischievously, Dakin kissed Posner’s lips quickly as he slowly undid his belt. “What do you want me to do, my love?” he whispered as he trailed his fingertips down his bare chest.
“Oh…oh my lord…” Posner shuddered under Dakin’s fingers. As he felt the other man stroke him through the now-uncomfortably tight dress pants, he yelped. “Fuck me, Dakin!”
Completely aroused by the urgency of the younger boy’s voice, Dakin slipped the black pants down his bony hips and kissed the new exposed flesh. Feeling Posner tremble in pure lust, he drifted closer and closer to his cock; blowing air on the tip of it, Dakin suddenly withdrew and stood up.
Gazing at the other man, Posner pouted. “Why’d you stop?” he began to ask, until he noticed it was self-explanatory.
“Oh dear, look at me. Naked and nothing to do.” Dakin spread his arms wide so the younger man could get a look at him. “How should we resolve this little problem, young Posner?”
“Shut the hell up and fuck me,” Posner breathed, stepping over the pile of clothes and pulling Dakin flush against his own naked body. Feeling his breath hitch, he grinned and let him go. “Now who’s the tease?”
Growling playfully, Dakin slapped Posner’s backside and kissed his stomach. “Turn around, babe,” he whispered, spitting into his hand.
Obliging, Posner braced himself on a stray desk as Dakin covered himself with the makeshift lubricant. Positioning himself at the other man’s entrance, he pushed in slowly but continuously.
“F--fuck!” Grasping at thin air, Posner bucked his hips against the unknown object entering him. Scrabbling around for Dakin’s hand, he grabbed it and squeezed it as hard as he could.
“I’m sorry…” Dakin moaned as he settled inside him. “Oh god…you’re so fucking tight.”
Getting used to the foreign substance, Posner began moving back against Dakin. “Fuck me now, please…”
Shifting slightly, the brown-eyed boy slowly pulled out and slammed back in, shoving the desk forward and making Posner yelp. Building up a steady pace, their breathing became heavy and deep; pre-come leaked from the tip of Dakin’s penis and made Posner’s insides slippery. With the extra lubricant, his position moved and he began hitting the boy’s prostate.
“Fucking hell, Dakin!” Posner yelled as he hit the spot. “Fuck…right there!”
Dakin followed Posner’s commands and hit his prostate over and over. Reaching a hand around to his front, he began stroking the other man’s cock; feeling Posner’s insides tighten, he nipped his neck affectionately.
“Come for me, baby,” Dakin whispered, giving his penis a final yank. With a loud moan, Posner spilled milky white fluid all over Dakin’s hand and the desk. At the feeling of the boy’s orgasm, the brown-eyed boy let loose himself and came violently inside Posner.
Slumping against the wooden surface, Posner let his head fall to his sweat-soaked chest as Dakin kissed his ear softly. “I love you, Dakin,” he whispered breathily.
“I love you too,” Dakin replied, dropping his head to Posner’s shoulder. Trying to catch their breath, the lovers heard sudden footsteps and a gasp. Suddenly Irwin’s voice intruded their silent heaven.
“What the hell is going on?!”
~*~