Chaste (7/?)
Title: Chaste
Author:
ashamedbliss
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: 18
Fic summary: Based on the following prompt from
mkmeme, which was: AU Belldom. Dom's in his early 20s, outrageously attractive (obviously) and a sex ed teacher. He's also a nervous virgin. Matt's a bold 17 year old student who discovers "Mr H's" secret shame. And he decides to take matters into his own hands.
Feedback: appreciated like prattish princes
Disclaimer: much as I and many other ladies would love to own Muse, I don't. This is totally fictional, I'm not making profit, and pretty please don't steal it *bats eyelashes* however the song is my own work, don't steal that
Author's Note: Massive thanks to Angela for helping extensively with this, as always, the lovely angel. I only anticipate a few more chapters, which I have planned out entirely. This also fills the trope 'location: bathroom'
Sunlight poured through the open curtains and Dominic blinked awake, aware that he wasn’t in his own bed. When he realised that he had one arm thrown over a softly snoring Matthew, he smiled to himself, deciding that he could be in worse places.
Matthew stirred in his sleep, stretching a little and a smile spreading across his face when he realised that Dominic was in his bed. “Mornin’,” he mumbled, Dominic brushing his hair out of his blue eyes.
“Bonjour,” Dominic murmured in return, gently kissing the end of Matthew’s nose. Matthew wrinkled it up.
“You and your French,” he said dismissively, but a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He turned onto his side, facing Dominic and pulling the duvet up from where it had slipped during the night.
“Funny story,” Dominic said, propping himself up on one elbow. “I spent a few summers in France during my degree so I could finish it without spending a year abroad, and sometimes when I woke up in the morning I would forget how to speak English.”
Matthew snorted. “Yeah,” he said, rolling onto his back. “I can picture you waking up next to some French bastard, muttering a little ‘bonjoor’ or ‘voulay vous coucher avec moi’.”
Dominic slapped Matthew’s arm lightly but they both giggled at the utter ridiculousness of the thought. “No,” Dominic said, leaning over to kiss Matthew’s thin lips with a closed mouth. “Lucky to say you’re the only man I’ve ever woken up beside.”
Matthew smiled into the kiss, one hand moving to gently touch Dominic’s back as he leaned over, fingers caressing the smooth skin there. “You should try harder. Go broaden your horizons a bit,” he quipped.
“Nah,” Dominic said, shifting so he lay between Matthew’s spread legs, feeling the erection against his own. “I quite like it here if I’m honest,” he said in a low voice, kissing Matthew again.
“Do you?” Matthew gasped as they parted a few moments later, the sarcasm in his voice nearly lost as Dominic rolled his hips slightly.
“Yeah,” Dominic breathed into a kiss, before pulling away, climbing up Matthew’s body to sit astride his hips, his erection trapped under him. “But I prefer it here.”
“Oh,” Matthew whispered, running his hands up Dominic’s thighs to rest on his hips, which Dominic rolled at once, Matthew’s head falling back into the pillows and his eyes falling shut. “Dom,” he breathed, as if he was saying a prayer.
Dominic reached to the bedside table for lube and condoms, leaving the latter at his side on the bed as he coated the fingers of his left hand with lube. Matthew watched, open mouthed, as Dominic’s hand disappeared behind him, seconds later his eyes fluttering shut as he sighed.
“You look filthy,” Matthew whispered, any degradation meant with the words completely nulled by the tone of his voice, light and full of reverence. He reached for Dominic’s cock, smearing precome on his alabaster chest, and grey eyes shot open to look at him.
Matthew’s dark hair was spread on the pale blue pillowcase, a slow smile blooming across his face with that crooked tooth standing proud. Dominic drove his fingers deeper inside of himself and his thighs clenched around Matthew’s hips when he brushed against his prostate. The fingers of Matthew’s left hand curled protectively on Dominic’s hip as the others curled tightly on his cock, tugging in time with the motions of Dominic’s hand.
“Matthew,” Dominic whined, shifting his weight so his supporting hand was against Matthew’s chest, palm spread across his heart. “I need you inside me,” he moaned. He withdrew his fingers, kneeling up on shaking legs so Matthew could hurriedly roll a condom onto his cock.
Dominic leaned down, pressing his face into the crook of Matthew’s neck and inhaling there, Matthew’s breath catching in his throat as he stroked himself to full hardness, which hardly took long with Dominic spread along the length of him.
Blindly, Matthew tried to align his cock with Dominic’s entrance. Pressing a kiss to Matthew’s neck, Dominic sat up once more, reaching behind himself for his fingers to join Matthew’s on his cock. They worked together until the head was nudging against Dominic’s entrance, and the blond bit his lip in anticipation, letting his hands fall to brace himself against Matthew.
“Ready?” Matthew asked quietly. Dominic nodded, lowering himself just so that the head of Matthew’s cock entered him.
“Stay just like that,” Dominic said quickly, Matthew biting his lip at the sensation of only just being inside Dominic, at the feeling of Dominic’s muscles desperately trying to keep him inside. “I love this bit,” Dominic said lowly, a husk in his voice that made Matthew’s toes curl. “The... the promise of what’s yet to come.”
“Me, if you keep talking like that,” Matthew said with a short giggle, choking on it when Dominic sank down a bit further, thighs trembling with the strain.
“Poetic,” Dominic drawled in the response the two of them have become fond of, slowly lowering himself onto Matthew until his cock was fully sheathed. “I think I like being on top, actually, like this.”
“I think I like it too,” Matthew smiled, rolling his hips upward, gripping Dominic’s. The blond’s eyes rolled into the back of his head slightly. “For someone with no experience, you’re quite the natural.”
“Mmmm,” Dominic agreed, hands tracing up his body lightly, fingers circling his nipples as he arched his back, knowing full well that Matthew was watching with hungry eyes. “Maybe I was born to ride your cock.”
The way Dominic drawled the word cock was utterly obscene, and made Matthew’s fingers tighten on Dominic’s hips. “Get to work, then,” Matthew said, pulling one leg up on the bed so his foot was flat against it, giving him leverage.
Dominic grinned, placing his hands flat against Matthew’s chest and rolling his hips forward once, fast enough to bring about a reaction from Matthew but slowly enough to tease. Matthew raised his eyebrows slightly in challenge and Dominic picked up a pace that soon had Matthew pressing his head back hard into the pillows. As he gauged the rhythm and began to thrust upward to meet Dominic’s movements, Dominic tipped his head back and moaned deeply.
“Matthew, right there, Christ,” Dominic ground out, head falling forward. His chest was dappled with sweat, and an idea flashed across Matthew’s mind.
“Hold on,” he said to Dominic, who reluctantly stopped rocking his hips. Matthew sat up, seizing the opportunity to reach up for a kiss, Dominic ducking his head to do so. “Shift, just... yeah, this way,” Matthew said, guiding them so Matthew’s back was against the wall his bed was pressed up against, Dominic’s chest slick with sweat against his own.
“This okay?” Matthew asked. Dominic replied by rolling his hips.
Matthew hungrily met Dominic for a kiss, the rocking of his hips speeding up to the point that it became erratic. Dominic’s fingers dug into the tops of Matthew’s shoulders, Matthew’s hands firmly cupping Dominic’s arse. “Dom, I’m...”
“There, Matt, Matthew, God I’m--”
Dominic’s forehead fell against Matthew’s collarbone as he came, hot and sticky between their bodies. The feeling of Dominic’s muscles tightening around him was too much and Matthew’s own orgasm followed, whispering Dominic’s name over and over into his ear.
After a moment or two of pause, Dominic straightened up a little, brushing Matthew’s damp fringe out of his eyes. “I really like being on top,” he said, laughing as Matthew giggled.
“I noticed,” Matthew said, pulling Dominic’s chin closer with two fingers. They shared a sweet kiss, tangy from the sweat on their lips. “I think we should shower.”
“I think that’s a great idea,” Dominic replied in kind, extricating himself from Matthew’s embrace with some difficulty. On shaking legs he stood, offering a hand to Matthew to pull him up off the bed. Matthew knotted the condom with a practiced ease, throwing it in the bin as he patted Dominic’s bum in the direction of the door.
Matthew stepped around Dominic, leading them across the landing into the bathroom. Dominic perused the room with interest; the mixture of Matthew’s teenage boy products and his mother’s was quite bizarre indeed.
“We have to wait for the water to warm up a bit,” Matthew said after switching the shower on, sitting down on the closed toilet lid. Dominic looked out of the mottled glass of the window to the shades of blue and green beyond.
“It looks like it’s going to be a nice day,” Dominic said, Matthew humming non-committedly in agreement. “What?”
“That’s such a British thing to do,” Matthew said with a laugh, sitting up a little. “Talk about the weather when there’s nothing else to talk about.”
“What do you want me to talk about?” Dominic asked, crossing his arms against his chest. “How great your cock feels inside me?”
Matthew snorted and Dominic dropped his affronted act. Matthew stood up, stepping forward into Dominic’s now spread arms. The teacher embraced his student, in his sudden need for being held. “I meant, it looks like it’s going to be a nice day, it’s a shame we can’t go out together and make the most of it.”
Matthew remained silent, the sound of water hitting the floor of the shower filling the room in the absence of his reply. He moved his head from where his cheek was pressed against Dominic’s chest to look up at him. “Let’s move far away. Let’s move to, I don’t know, fucking Scotland or something, to some place in the highlands, or maybe Wales. Get a little dog, take it for walks in the country.”
Dominic smiled fondly, kissing Matthew’s forehead. “Let’s shower first,” he said, trying to avoid Matthew’s loaded question. “Is the water warm?”
Matthew stepped out of the embrace, reaching into the little cubicle. “Yep.”
“Will we both fit in there?” Dominic asked, Matthew turning to smirk at him.
“Might be a bit tight,” he said, sliding the door open and stepping in. “But you’re used to that by now, surely.”
“You’re ridiculous,” Dominic said with a roll of his eyes, stepping into the little cubicle and shutting the door behind him. Matthew, already under the spray, flicked his sopping hair out of his eyes to grin up at Dominic. “Turn around. I need to wash that massage oil off your back.”
“Was wondering why I was sticking to the sheets earlier,” Matthew said as if it was some brand new discovery, and Dominic sighed loudly, albeit with a smile on his lips. He grabbed the bottle of body wash handed to him, pouring some liberally down Matthew’s back before beginning to scrub with his hands. “Don’t start massaging me again, I might pop a boner.”
“You know that only encourages me to start,” Dominic retorted in a low voice that made Matthew shudder, even under the hot spray of water. His hands continued to spread the soap up and down Matthew’s back, watching the tattoo on his shoulder disappear under the suds. “Seriously though, is this...?”
Dominic’s unfinished question was indeed asked with the tone of his voice. “Well.... yeah,” Matthew said shakily, looking down to see his cock at half-hardness again. “It’s sensitive skin... Dom!”
Soapy and slick, Dominic’s hand had slid around Matthew’s hip to curl around his cock from behind him. “Dom,” Matthew sighed wantonly, turning awkwardly in the shower so he stood face to face with Dominic, water dripping from their bodies and hair plastered against their foreheads. “Hardly fair now, is it,” Matthew said, reaching for Dominic, other hand spreading soap suds across Dominic’s chest.
“How about if I...”
Dominic stepped forward so he was flush with Matthew, taking both of them in one, strong hand. Matthew moaned and Dominic latched onto his mouth, the kiss wet and sloppy. The steam curled around their bodies, the water now pouring down Matthew’s back as he took the brunt of the spray, his hands roaming Dominic’s back as Dominic worked both of their cocks.
Soon enough, Matthew’s legs began to shake and he shouted Dominic’s name as he reached his orgasm. Dominic watched in fascination as Matthew came, watched the way his come dribbled down the side of his own cock, and that did it for him, tipping his head back as he was pulled over the edge by Matthew.
“Christ,” Matthew wheezed a few seconds later as Dominic released their cocks. “I need to sit down.”
“Now you’re sounding like the old man,” Dominic laughed, and Matthew flicked water at him, only causing him to laugh harder. “Come on, let’s get clean.”
After separately washing themselves (to avoid wasting even more water by becoming further distracted), Matthew and Dominic dried themselves off, wrapping towels around their waists as they headed back into Matthew’s bedroom. Dominic slumped down on the lower and cleaner end of the bed, while Matthew delicately moved the acoustic guitar from his desk chair so he could sit there. Absentmindedly, he strummed a quiet few chords which morphed into a riff that Dominic had once heard but couldn’t quite recognise.
“Play me a song?” Dominic asked, sitting up on the bed to watch Matthew properly. Matthew’s eyes traced a droplet of water that ran down Dominic’s chest, settling in the dusting of hair between his nipples.
“Any requests? I can do a cover, or an original, or I can make something up if you want,” Matthew grinned, and the glint in his eye made up Dominic’s mind for him.
“Go on then, make something up, show me what you can do,” Dominic dared. Matthew flashed a grin in return, sitting up in his chair a bit and adjusting his position. He tried a few chords, before nodding to himself, Dominic watching the slide of his fingers along the strings.
“So I met this guy, he’s pretty rad,” Matthew sang, Dominic immediately blushing. “Shame he’s my teacher but at least he’s not my dad.”
Allowing himself a pause for a giggle and to think of the next lines, Matthew continued. “I sucked him off once, twice if he’s lucky.” Matthew winked at Dominic, who tried his hardest to muffle his laughter. “He has a great dick, I like it when we... fuck-y.”
“Matt,” Dominic laughed, wiping a tear from his eye, or perhaps concealing his blush. “That’s not a proper--”
“Shut the fuck up, I’m serenading you,” Matthew said without heat, giggling again before clearing his throat.
“He’s a bit of a prick,” he sang loudly, only causing Dominic to laugh louder. “He told me off in class. I forgive him though, because he has a great arse.”
Smiling, Matthew lowered his voice for the final verse of his little improvisation. “So basically he’s fab, fits me like a glove,” he sang softly, before looking up at Dominic and maintaining eye contact. “I don’t know how he feels, but, I think this might be...”
Matthew let the unfinished song hang heavy in the air, as he ducked his head and blushed. Dominic remembered his manners, closing his previously slack mouth and sitting forward on the bed, reaching for Matthew’s hand. “Matthew, I--”
The telephone rang.
Matthew looked up at Dominic, the blush now fading in his cheeks but the smile completely gone. The solemnity of the telephone ringing shrilly once more, piercing their silence, hung heavy in the air. “I have to...”
Dominic sat back, allowing Matthew to put the guitar down and leave the room, footsteps heavy on the stairs. They both knew how this telephone call would go.
Heart in his throat, from the song or the results of the telephone call, he wasn’t quite sure, Dominic finished drying himself off in Matthew’s absence, pulling on boxers before sitting and waiting at the edge of the bed, anxious.
Matthew’s returning footsteps were much less hurried than the ones that had fled down the stairs. In the bottom of his gut, Dominic knew.
Hovering in the doorway, Matthew ran a hand through his still damp hair, not quite meeting Dominic’s eyes. “She’s gone,” he muttered.
Dominic opened his arms without a word, and Matthew found his home in them. He buried his face in the crook of Dominic’s shoulder, Dominic running his hand through Matthew’s hair as the boy himself had just done. “I’m sorry,” Dominic mumbled, holding Matthew as tight as he dared.
“I’m not... I’m not even that sad, really,” Matthew said, swallowing hard as he pulled back to look at Dominic. “I’m just...” he sighed. “I’m just glad she’s not in pain anymore.”
“I know how that feels,” Dominic said, Matthew’s absence of grief bringing his own to the forefront of his consciousness. Matthew picked up on his tone, cocking his head infinitesimally. “I...” Dominic started, before sighing and dropping his head slightly.
Matthew reached for Dominic’s face in perhaps one of the most tender gestures he had ever made in his life. “Dom,” he said softly, tipping his chin up again. “You can tell me.”
“I don’t want to upset you,” Dominic said, words catching in the back of his throat. Matthew shuffled in his lap slightly, wrapping his arm around Dominic’s back that little bit tighter as he continued to stroke his cheek.
“Whatever it is, it’s upsetting you,” Matthew began, “and a problem shared is a problem halved. Nan used to say that all the time and you’d be doing her a dishonour if you didn’t heed her advice now.”
A ghost of a smile flashed across Dominic’s face at the fondness of Matthew’s words, before he took a deep breath. “I had a brother. Daniel.”
Matthew’s eyes flickered back to Dominic’s. “Had,” he breathed, the word heavy with implication and catching in his throat.
Dominic nodded, taking a shuddering breath, pain flaring in his chest from reopening an old, emotional wound. “He was my twin.”
“Dom,” Matthew uttered, his tone laden with heartbreak, face wearing the saddest expression he had ever seen. Dominic closed his eyes with a miniscule sigh.
“I didn’t want to upset you,” Dominic said, backing out of where he was going before he could cause himself too much pain.
“Dominic Howard,” Matthew said sternly, and Dominic opened his eyes to Matthew’s tight pout across his lips and icy blue eyes. “My thoughts and feelings are the least of your concerns right now. I want you to tell me, if you will,” Matthew said, his tone gradually softening as he stroked Dominic’s cheek again.
Arching into the touch, Dominic let his eyes flutter closed for a moment before he continued. “I had a twin, Daniel,” he repeated. “We were inseparable as we grew up, like all twins are,” he said, smiling fondly at the memory of his brother. Matthew smiled in encouragement, softly stroking Dominic’s back in reassurance. “We were eighteen, had just finished A-Levels. He was going to go to uni in Scotland, he got into St Andrews, clever bastard,” Dominic joked, before his face fell again. “He played loads of sport, he was always off playing rugby or footie or whatever was in season. Mum and Dad barely raised an eyebrow when he said he was in pain a lot, we all just presumed it was from all the running around he did.”
Matthew’s face fell out of the corner of Dominic’s eye. He continued staring at the carpet; the feeling of Matthew’s body under his hands gave him the strength to keep talking, but he knew that the look in Matthew’s eyes if he risked a glance would freeze those words in his throat.
“Eight weeks,” he said, his voice cracking. “That’s all it took.”
Matthew understood everything that Dominic wanted to say. He wrapped his arms around Dominic entirely, pulling him into a hug that had the power to leave bruises, pouring all of his emotion into it. “Shh, it’s okay,” Matthew found himself saying, completely forgetting that he had returned upstairs to find comfort for his own grief. The role-reversal had knocked him off kilter slightly, but he was rising to the challenge.
“It’s not that...” Dominic sniffed, and Matthew’s heart rose to his throat when he realised what that meant. “It’s not that I haven’t mourned him. I have. I’ve had a good five years. It’s just...”
Dominic made a sound like a half-laugh, and Matthew pulled back to look at him in confusion.
“I’ve been preparing myself for this day, for a while. You know... telling a significant other about Daniel.” Matthew tried to ignore the way his stomach flipped at those words. “I just... got a bit overwhelmed, because...”
“He was your twin, Dom,” Matthew said quietly. “I’m an only child, I’ll never know what having a brother or sister is like, let alone a twin, so I can’t even comprehend...” Matthew’s words hung in the air, but Dominic appreciated every single one.
“You don’t have to,” Dominic whispered, and Matthew pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek. “Just... I wish we’d noticed sooner. You know how it is, the sooner you catch cancer, the sooner it can be cured.”
Matthew let out a breathy “yeah”, and vowed in that moment that he never wants to see Dominic like this again. He wished he could be some kind of omnipresent force in the universe, so he could simply erase cancer, erase Dominic’s heartbreak and sorrow and guilt, and bring back his twin, the person who’d been at his side before he’d even been born. “You can’t blame yourself,” Matthew found himself mumbling, running a hand up and down Dominic’s back. “It’s not your fault.”
“I know,” Dominic said, shifting Matthew in his lap slightly, his legs beginning to lose their feeling. He opened his mouth to say something, but sighed and simply said “I know,” once more.
“I would give up absolutely anything to bring Daniel back for you.”
Dominic met Matthew’s eyes, finding only absolute sincerity and resolve there. A violent emotion burst across his chest and up his throat so quickly that he only just had time to formulate the words:
“I think I’m in love with you.”
Matthew pulled back a little, regarding Dominic curiously, and Dominic felt his heart sink and crash down into his stomach at the hesitation. Had he been too hasty? Had he misjudged Matthew’s affection? Had he--?
But then, Matthew’s confused expression morphed into one of happiness, so long deserved for the both of them.
“I’m glad,” Matthew said quietly, reaching out to find Dominic’s hand. “Because I think I’m in love with you, too.”
Author:
ashamedbliss
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: 18
Fic summary: Based on the following prompt from
mkmeme, which was: AU Belldom. Dom's in his early 20s, outrageously attractive (obviously) and a sex ed teacher. He's also a nervous virgin. Matt's a bold 17 year old student who discovers "Mr H's" secret shame. And he decides to take matters into his own hands.
Feedback: appreciated like prattish princes
Disclaimer: much as I and many other ladies would love to own Muse, I don't. This is totally fictional, I'm not making profit, and pretty please don't steal it *bats eyelashes* however the song is my own work, don't steal that
Author's Note: Massive thanks to Angela for helping extensively with this, as always, the lovely angel. I only anticipate a few more chapters, which I have planned out entirely. This also fills the trope 'location: bathroom'
Sunlight poured through the open curtains and Dominic blinked awake, aware that he wasn’t in his own bed. When he realised that he had one arm thrown over a softly snoring Matthew, he smiled to himself, deciding that he could be in worse places.
Matthew stirred in his sleep, stretching a little and a smile spreading across his face when he realised that Dominic was in his bed. “Mornin’,” he mumbled, Dominic brushing his hair out of his blue eyes.
“Bonjour,” Dominic murmured in return, gently kissing the end of Matthew’s nose. Matthew wrinkled it up.
“You and your French,” he said dismissively, but a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He turned onto his side, facing Dominic and pulling the duvet up from where it had slipped during the night.
“Funny story,” Dominic said, propping himself up on one elbow. “I spent a few summers in France during my degree so I could finish it without spending a year abroad, and sometimes when I woke up in the morning I would forget how to speak English.”
Matthew snorted. “Yeah,” he said, rolling onto his back. “I can picture you waking up next to some French bastard, muttering a little ‘bonjoor’ or ‘voulay vous coucher avec moi’.”
Dominic slapped Matthew’s arm lightly but they both giggled at the utter ridiculousness of the thought. “No,” Dominic said, leaning over to kiss Matthew’s thin lips with a closed mouth. “Lucky to say you’re the only man I’ve ever woken up beside.”
Matthew smiled into the kiss, one hand moving to gently touch Dominic’s back as he leaned over, fingers caressing the smooth skin there. “You should try harder. Go broaden your horizons a bit,” he quipped.
“Nah,” Dominic said, shifting so he lay between Matthew’s spread legs, feeling the erection against his own. “I quite like it here if I’m honest,” he said in a low voice, kissing Matthew again.
“Do you?” Matthew gasped as they parted a few moments later, the sarcasm in his voice nearly lost as Dominic rolled his hips slightly.
“Yeah,” Dominic breathed into a kiss, before pulling away, climbing up Matthew’s body to sit astride his hips, his erection trapped under him. “But I prefer it here.”
“Oh,” Matthew whispered, running his hands up Dominic’s thighs to rest on his hips, which Dominic rolled at once, Matthew’s head falling back into the pillows and his eyes falling shut. “Dom,” he breathed, as if he was saying a prayer.
Dominic reached to the bedside table for lube and condoms, leaving the latter at his side on the bed as he coated the fingers of his left hand with lube. Matthew watched, open mouthed, as Dominic’s hand disappeared behind him, seconds later his eyes fluttering shut as he sighed.
“You look filthy,” Matthew whispered, any degradation meant with the words completely nulled by the tone of his voice, light and full of reverence. He reached for Dominic’s cock, smearing precome on his alabaster chest, and grey eyes shot open to look at him.
Matthew’s dark hair was spread on the pale blue pillowcase, a slow smile blooming across his face with that crooked tooth standing proud. Dominic drove his fingers deeper inside of himself and his thighs clenched around Matthew’s hips when he brushed against his prostate. The fingers of Matthew’s left hand curled protectively on Dominic’s hip as the others curled tightly on his cock, tugging in time with the motions of Dominic’s hand.
“Matthew,” Dominic whined, shifting his weight so his supporting hand was against Matthew’s chest, palm spread across his heart. “I need you inside me,” he moaned. He withdrew his fingers, kneeling up on shaking legs so Matthew could hurriedly roll a condom onto his cock.
Dominic leaned down, pressing his face into the crook of Matthew’s neck and inhaling there, Matthew’s breath catching in his throat as he stroked himself to full hardness, which hardly took long with Dominic spread along the length of him.
Blindly, Matthew tried to align his cock with Dominic’s entrance. Pressing a kiss to Matthew’s neck, Dominic sat up once more, reaching behind himself for his fingers to join Matthew’s on his cock. They worked together until the head was nudging against Dominic’s entrance, and the blond bit his lip in anticipation, letting his hands fall to brace himself against Matthew.
“Ready?” Matthew asked quietly. Dominic nodded, lowering himself just so that the head of Matthew’s cock entered him.
“Stay just like that,” Dominic said quickly, Matthew biting his lip at the sensation of only just being inside Dominic, at the feeling of Dominic’s muscles desperately trying to keep him inside. “I love this bit,” Dominic said lowly, a husk in his voice that made Matthew’s toes curl. “The... the promise of what’s yet to come.”
“Me, if you keep talking like that,” Matthew said with a short giggle, choking on it when Dominic sank down a bit further, thighs trembling with the strain.
“Poetic,” Dominic drawled in the response the two of them have become fond of, slowly lowering himself onto Matthew until his cock was fully sheathed. “I think I like being on top, actually, like this.”
“I think I like it too,” Matthew smiled, rolling his hips upward, gripping Dominic’s. The blond’s eyes rolled into the back of his head slightly. “For someone with no experience, you’re quite the natural.”
“Mmmm,” Dominic agreed, hands tracing up his body lightly, fingers circling his nipples as he arched his back, knowing full well that Matthew was watching with hungry eyes. “Maybe I was born to ride your cock.”
The way Dominic drawled the word cock was utterly obscene, and made Matthew’s fingers tighten on Dominic’s hips. “Get to work, then,” Matthew said, pulling one leg up on the bed so his foot was flat against it, giving him leverage.
Dominic grinned, placing his hands flat against Matthew’s chest and rolling his hips forward once, fast enough to bring about a reaction from Matthew but slowly enough to tease. Matthew raised his eyebrows slightly in challenge and Dominic picked up a pace that soon had Matthew pressing his head back hard into the pillows. As he gauged the rhythm and began to thrust upward to meet Dominic’s movements, Dominic tipped his head back and moaned deeply.
“Matthew, right there, Christ,” Dominic ground out, head falling forward. His chest was dappled with sweat, and an idea flashed across Matthew’s mind.
“Hold on,” he said to Dominic, who reluctantly stopped rocking his hips. Matthew sat up, seizing the opportunity to reach up for a kiss, Dominic ducking his head to do so. “Shift, just... yeah, this way,” Matthew said, guiding them so Matthew’s back was against the wall his bed was pressed up against, Dominic’s chest slick with sweat against his own.
“This okay?” Matthew asked. Dominic replied by rolling his hips.
Matthew hungrily met Dominic for a kiss, the rocking of his hips speeding up to the point that it became erratic. Dominic’s fingers dug into the tops of Matthew’s shoulders, Matthew’s hands firmly cupping Dominic’s arse. “Dom, I’m...”
“There, Matt, Matthew, God I’m--”
Dominic’s forehead fell against Matthew’s collarbone as he came, hot and sticky between their bodies. The feeling of Dominic’s muscles tightening around him was too much and Matthew’s own orgasm followed, whispering Dominic’s name over and over into his ear.
After a moment or two of pause, Dominic straightened up a little, brushing Matthew’s damp fringe out of his eyes. “I really like being on top,” he said, laughing as Matthew giggled.
“I noticed,” Matthew said, pulling Dominic’s chin closer with two fingers. They shared a sweet kiss, tangy from the sweat on their lips. “I think we should shower.”
“I think that’s a great idea,” Dominic replied in kind, extricating himself from Matthew’s embrace with some difficulty. On shaking legs he stood, offering a hand to Matthew to pull him up off the bed. Matthew knotted the condom with a practiced ease, throwing it in the bin as he patted Dominic’s bum in the direction of the door.
Matthew stepped around Dominic, leading them across the landing into the bathroom. Dominic perused the room with interest; the mixture of Matthew’s teenage boy products and his mother’s was quite bizarre indeed.
“We have to wait for the water to warm up a bit,” Matthew said after switching the shower on, sitting down on the closed toilet lid. Dominic looked out of the mottled glass of the window to the shades of blue and green beyond.
“It looks like it’s going to be a nice day,” Dominic said, Matthew humming non-committedly in agreement. “What?”
“That’s such a British thing to do,” Matthew said with a laugh, sitting up a little. “Talk about the weather when there’s nothing else to talk about.”
“What do you want me to talk about?” Dominic asked, crossing his arms against his chest. “How great your cock feels inside me?”
Matthew snorted and Dominic dropped his affronted act. Matthew stood up, stepping forward into Dominic’s now spread arms. The teacher embraced his student, in his sudden need for being held. “I meant, it looks like it’s going to be a nice day, it’s a shame we can’t go out together and make the most of it.”
Matthew remained silent, the sound of water hitting the floor of the shower filling the room in the absence of his reply. He moved his head from where his cheek was pressed against Dominic’s chest to look up at him. “Let’s move far away. Let’s move to, I don’t know, fucking Scotland or something, to some place in the highlands, or maybe Wales. Get a little dog, take it for walks in the country.”
Dominic smiled fondly, kissing Matthew’s forehead. “Let’s shower first,” he said, trying to avoid Matthew’s loaded question. “Is the water warm?”
Matthew stepped out of the embrace, reaching into the little cubicle. “Yep.”
“Will we both fit in there?” Dominic asked, Matthew turning to smirk at him.
“Might be a bit tight,” he said, sliding the door open and stepping in. “But you’re used to that by now, surely.”
“You’re ridiculous,” Dominic said with a roll of his eyes, stepping into the little cubicle and shutting the door behind him. Matthew, already under the spray, flicked his sopping hair out of his eyes to grin up at Dominic. “Turn around. I need to wash that massage oil off your back.”
“Was wondering why I was sticking to the sheets earlier,” Matthew said as if it was some brand new discovery, and Dominic sighed loudly, albeit with a smile on his lips. He grabbed the bottle of body wash handed to him, pouring some liberally down Matthew’s back before beginning to scrub with his hands. “Don’t start massaging me again, I might pop a boner.”
“You know that only encourages me to start,” Dominic retorted in a low voice that made Matthew shudder, even under the hot spray of water. His hands continued to spread the soap up and down Matthew’s back, watching the tattoo on his shoulder disappear under the suds. “Seriously though, is this...?”
Dominic’s unfinished question was indeed asked with the tone of his voice. “Well.... yeah,” Matthew said shakily, looking down to see his cock at half-hardness again. “It’s sensitive skin... Dom!”
Soapy and slick, Dominic’s hand had slid around Matthew’s hip to curl around his cock from behind him. “Dom,” Matthew sighed wantonly, turning awkwardly in the shower so he stood face to face with Dominic, water dripping from their bodies and hair plastered against their foreheads. “Hardly fair now, is it,” Matthew said, reaching for Dominic, other hand spreading soap suds across Dominic’s chest.
“How about if I...”
Dominic stepped forward so he was flush with Matthew, taking both of them in one, strong hand. Matthew moaned and Dominic latched onto his mouth, the kiss wet and sloppy. The steam curled around their bodies, the water now pouring down Matthew’s back as he took the brunt of the spray, his hands roaming Dominic’s back as Dominic worked both of their cocks.
Soon enough, Matthew’s legs began to shake and he shouted Dominic’s name as he reached his orgasm. Dominic watched in fascination as Matthew came, watched the way his come dribbled down the side of his own cock, and that did it for him, tipping his head back as he was pulled over the edge by Matthew.
“Christ,” Matthew wheezed a few seconds later as Dominic released their cocks. “I need to sit down.”
“Now you’re sounding like the old man,” Dominic laughed, and Matthew flicked water at him, only causing him to laugh harder. “Come on, let’s get clean.”
After separately washing themselves (to avoid wasting even more water by becoming further distracted), Matthew and Dominic dried themselves off, wrapping towels around their waists as they headed back into Matthew’s bedroom. Dominic slumped down on the lower and cleaner end of the bed, while Matthew delicately moved the acoustic guitar from his desk chair so he could sit there. Absentmindedly, he strummed a quiet few chords which morphed into a riff that Dominic had once heard but couldn’t quite recognise.
“Play me a song?” Dominic asked, sitting up on the bed to watch Matthew properly. Matthew’s eyes traced a droplet of water that ran down Dominic’s chest, settling in the dusting of hair between his nipples.
“Any requests? I can do a cover, or an original, or I can make something up if you want,” Matthew grinned, and the glint in his eye made up Dominic’s mind for him.
“Go on then, make something up, show me what you can do,” Dominic dared. Matthew flashed a grin in return, sitting up in his chair a bit and adjusting his position. He tried a few chords, before nodding to himself, Dominic watching the slide of his fingers along the strings.
“So I met this guy, he’s pretty rad,” Matthew sang, Dominic immediately blushing. “Shame he’s my teacher but at least he’s not my dad.”
Allowing himself a pause for a giggle and to think of the next lines, Matthew continued. “I sucked him off once, twice if he’s lucky.” Matthew winked at Dominic, who tried his hardest to muffle his laughter. “He has a great dick, I like it when we... fuck-y.”
“Matt,” Dominic laughed, wiping a tear from his eye, or perhaps concealing his blush. “That’s not a proper--”
“Shut the fuck up, I’m serenading you,” Matthew said without heat, giggling again before clearing his throat.
“He’s a bit of a prick,” he sang loudly, only causing Dominic to laugh louder. “He told me off in class. I forgive him though, because he has a great arse.”
Smiling, Matthew lowered his voice for the final verse of his little improvisation. “So basically he’s fab, fits me like a glove,” he sang softly, before looking up at Dominic and maintaining eye contact. “I don’t know how he feels, but, I think this might be...”
Matthew let the unfinished song hang heavy in the air, as he ducked his head and blushed. Dominic remembered his manners, closing his previously slack mouth and sitting forward on the bed, reaching for Matthew’s hand. “Matthew, I--”
The telephone rang.
Matthew looked up at Dominic, the blush now fading in his cheeks but the smile completely gone. The solemnity of the telephone ringing shrilly once more, piercing their silence, hung heavy in the air. “I have to...”
Dominic sat back, allowing Matthew to put the guitar down and leave the room, footsteps heavy on the stairs. They both knew how this telephone call would go.
Heart in his throat, from the song or the results of the telephone call, he wasn’t quite sure, Dominic finished drying himself off in Matthew’s absence, pulling on boxers before sitting and waiting at the edge of the bed, anxious.
Matthew’s returning footsteps were much less hurried than the ones that had fled down the stairs. In the bottom of his gut, Dominic knew.
Hovering in the doorway, Matthew ran a hand through his still damp hair, not quite meeting Dominic’s eyes. “She’s gone,” he muttered.
Dominic opened his arms without a word, and Matthew found his home in them. He buried his face in the crook of Dominic’s shoulder, Dominic running his hand through Matthew’s hair as the boy himself had just done. “I’m sorry,” Dominic mumbled, holding Matthew as tight as he dared.
“I’m not... I’m not even that sad, really,” Matthew said, swallowing hard as he pulled back to look at Dominic. “I’m just...” he sighed. “I’m just glad she’s not in pain anymore.”
“I know how that feels,” Dominic said, Matthew’s absence of grief bringing his own to the forefront of his consciousness. Matthew picked up on his tone, cocking his head infinitesimally. “I...” Dominic started, before sighing and dropping his head slightly.
Matthew reached for Dominic’s face in perhaps one of the most tender gestures he had ever made in his life. “Dom,” he said softly, tipping his chin up again. “You can tell me.”
“I don’t want to upset you,” Dominic said, words catching in the back of his throat. Matthew shuffled in his lap slightly, wrapping his arm around Dominic’s back that little bit tighter as he continued to stroke his cheek.
“Whatever it is, it’s upsetting you,” Matthew began, “and a problem shared is a problem halved. Nan used to say that all the time and you’d be doing her a dishonour if you didn’t heed her advice now.”
A ghost of a smile flashed across Dominic’s face at the fondness of Matthew’s words, before he took a deep breath. “I had a brother. Daniel.”
Matthew’s eyes flickered back to Dominic’s. “Had,” he breathed, the word heavy with implication and catching in his throat.
Dominic nodded, taking a shuddering breath, pain flaring in his chest from reopening an old, emotional wound. “He was my twin.”
“Dom,” Matthew uttered, his tone laden with heartbreak, face wearing the saddest expression he had ever seen. Dominic closed his eyes with a miniscule sigh.
“I didn’t want to upset you,” Dominic said, backing out of where he was going before he could cause himself too much pain.
“Dominic Howard,” Matthew said sternly, and Dominic opened his eyes to Matthew’s tight pout across his lips and icy blue eyes. “My thoughts and feelings are the least of your concerns right now. I want you to tell me, if you will,” Matthew said, his tone gradually softening as he stroked Dominic’s cheek again.
Arching into the touch, Dominic let his eyes flutter closed for a moment before he continued. “I had a twin, Daniel,” he repeated. “We were inseparable as we grew up, like all twins are,” he said, smiling fondly at the memory of his brother. Matthew smiled in encouragement, softly stroking Dominic’s back in reassurance. “We were eighteen, had just finished A-Levels. He was going to go to uni in Scotland, he got into St Andrews, clever bastard,” Dominic joked, before his face fell again. “He played loads of sport, he was always off playing rugby or footie or whatever was in season. Mum and Dad barely raised an eyebrow when he said he was in pain a lot, we all just presumed it was from all the running around he did.”
Matthew’s face fell out of the corner of Dominic’s eye. He continued staring at the carpet; the feeling of Matthew’s body under his hands gave him the strength to keep talking, but he knew that the look in Matthew’s eyes if he risked a glance would freeze those words in his throat.
“Eight weeks,” he said, his voice cracking. “That’s all it took.”
Matthew understood everything that Dominic wanted to say. He wrapped his arms around Dominic entirely, pulling him into a hug that had the power to leave bruises, pouring all of his emotion into it. “Shh, it’s okay,” Matthew found himself saying, completely forgetting that he had returned upstairs to find comfort for his own grief. The role-reversal had knocked him off kilter slightly, but he was rising to the challenge.
“It’s not that...” Dominic sniffed, and Matthew’s heart rose to his throat when he realised what that meant. “It’s not that I haven’t mourned him. I have. I’ve had a good five years. It’s just...”
Dominic made a sound like a half-laugh, and Matthew pulled back to look at him in confusion.
“I’ve been preparing myself for this day, for a while. You know... telling a significant other about Daniel.” Matthew tried to ignore the way his stomach flipped at those words. “I just... got a bit overwhelmed, because...”
“He was your twin, Dom,” Matthew said quietly. “I’m an only child, I’ll never know what having a brother or sister is like, let alone a twin, so I can’t even comprehend...” Matthew’s words hung in the air, but Dominic appreciated every single one.
“You don’t have to,” Dominic whispered, and Matthew pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek. “Just... I wish we’d noticed sooner. You know how it is, the sooner you catch cancer, the sooner it can be cured.”
Matthew let out a breathy “yeah”, and vowed in that moment that he never wants to see Dominic like this again. He wished he could be some kind of omnipresent force in the universe, so he could simply erase cancer, erase Dominic’s heartbreak and sorrow and guilt, and bring back his twin, the person who’d been at his side before he’d even been born. “You can’t blame yourself,” Matthew found himself mumbling, running a hand up and down Dominic’s back. “It’s not your fault.”
“I know,” Dominic said, shifting Matthew in his lap slightly, his legs beginning to lose their feeling. He opened his mouth to say something, but sighed and simply said “I know,” once more.
“I would give up absolutely anything to bring Daniel back for you.”
Dominic met Matthew’s eyes, finding only absolute sincerity and resolve there. A violent emotion burst across his chest and up his throat so quickly that he only just had time to formulate the words:
“I think I’m in love with you.”
Matthew pulled back a little, regarding Dominic curiously, and Dominic felt his heart sink and crash down into his stomach at the hesitation. Had he been too hasty? Had he misjudged Matthew’s affection? Had he--?
But then, Matthew’s confused expression morphed into one of happiness, so long deserved for the both of them.
“I’m glad,” Matthew said quietly, reaching out to find Dominic’s hand. “Because I think I’m in love with you, too.”