La Petit Mort

11

Baizhu curled up into a blanket. Looking at Dottore was one thing but letting Dottore see him seemed to be an entirely different matter. 

"Are you nervous?" Dottore petted the blanket. "You don't have to feel obligated to do anything with me, you know?" Mighty fine words coming from a murderer. Baizhu shook his head under the blanket, holding his face in his hands. Maybe it was the drugs. Maybe Dottore really was just a nice guy. He would love to ignore the churning in his stomach. 

Baizhu poked his head out, staring up at Dottore. He wasn't wearing his glasses so he couldn't make out his face very well. "Are you alright...with me?" 

"What?" his voice wavered as if he was truly dumbfounded by the question. 

Baizhu looked down, tempted to hide under the blanket again. Dottore picked his face up with both hands on his cheeks and brought his close enough for Baizhu to see (which ultimately meant he was close enough to kiss).

"Shouldn't I be asking you that, sweetheart? You're the one that called the police on me, or did you forget?" Baizhu stuck out his tongue, booping Dottore's nose. He blinked, wondering if he'd imagined it.

"Did you see?" Baizhu asked. 

"I sure felt your tongue, if that's what you mean." 

Baizhu opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out just a bit. It was forked, like a snake's. That simple fact had given him lots of grief as a child. Which gave him plenty of self-doubt as an adult. It was a small thing that turned into doubting if his entire body might've looked strange too. 

Instead of calling him silly or praising his tongue in some way, like most people did, Dottore opened his mouth and shoved his finger inside then pulled his cheek so Baizhu could get a good look at his teeth. 

Dottore took his finger out then said: "You've got a snake's tongue; I've got a shark's teeth. Ah," he paused, "people are quite afraid of my teeth so I've never given a blowjob. I'm a blowjob virgin." 

Baizhu laughed, clutching his stomach and falling forward, his forehead resting against Dottore's shoulder as his body shook. "A blowjob virgin!" he snickered, laughing so hard he almost cried. 

Baizhu moved his hand to the back of Dottore's neck, nearly hugging him. He moved his lips so they grazed his skin as he spoke. "Should I let you practice on me then?" 

"Hah, you're either brave or foolish." 

Baizhu scooted back to lean up against the wall. He let the blanket fall around him and reached up to touch his hair. Clutching the dark strands had become his new nervous tic. 

Dottore lay on his stomach, resting his head on Baizhu's thigh, he looked up. "You should think of a safeword or phrase." 

"...Why?" 

"Hm, it's just better to get these things done even if it doesn't seem necessary," he smiled, which was the first time Baizhu noticed he never smiled with his teeth. 

"Petit Mort?" 

"Pffff," Dottore tried to hold back his laughter but couldn't so he hid his face in between Baizhu's legs, inhaling the blanket underneath them. His head shook with the rest of his body. It seemed like the first time he'd laughed in a while since he laughed for quite a bit.  

Dottore shifted his head, looking up and wiping his eye. His teeth glistened in a goofy grin. "You...." he snickered, "sure are something else." 

"Maybe," Baizhu shrugged, "but you smiled," he pointed to his teeth.