Do We Need This Madness? (Yes, yes we do) [Chapter Twenty One]
Title: Do We Need This Madness? (Yes, yes we do)
Author: cherrylng
Rating: R/15
Pairing: Chris Martin/Matt Bellamy
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and has never happened. I do not own Muse or Coldplay. I do, however, own the story that you are going to have a reason to bite your pillow off.
Summary: This is a series that features this adorable couple as we follow their relationship through a linear timeline. You will laugh, you cry, you will be confused, you will be enlightened. Most of all, you will find enjoyment and delight upon reading it.
Warnings: Humour, Fluff, Established Relationship, Moving, Kissing, Implied Sex
A/N: Welp, busy times gives me little time to write. Much worse is my pace in posting stuff because of perfectionism. But now we're in 2004 for this story, and finally moving forward with this story that has consumed my life other than Pokemon GO.
-----New Year, New House
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2004
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Chris takes a break from what he is doing to get some energy back on himself. Even in the cold winter month of January, he can feel himself building up a sweat from walking back and forth, lifting, dropping, and opening boxes in the house. A house that both he and Matt bought.
The move from a flat to a house has been a long time plan coming to reality. With the combination of both of their wealth, they had a large swathe of choices in their hands. After several visits, they found one in North London to their liking, negotiate the price with the estate agent, signed the papers, and the keys were handed over to them.
It’s a big improvement from the small flat that Chris had lived by himself before Matt moved in with him.
A house compared to a flat meant more space for various uses. Moving to a house means having new furniture bought and installed in it. And a lot of work to do when moving to places are involved. Matt is putting the clothes in the closet and setting up their master bedroom while Chris focuses on setting up one of the rooms. Some of their personal belongings that aren’t here would be arriving by late afternoon.
Matt has lived with him for over a year, but this house gives Chris a clear look of how much there is to the practical and beneficial side of living together. And of course, the thoughts of what their future would look like.
He takes a look at what will soon be an important room for the both of them. The house that they have purchased has several rooms, with some planned as guest rooms. One room has a different purpose, and it's more than just to store their instruments in it.
It was previously a playroom, but it is being renovated and converted into a private studio and as a place to store their instruments. And boy, do they have a lot of them. These musical instruments, the proof of the love and passion for their livelihood, all share the same room now.
In their previous place, they barely had enough room to fit in the stuff that they bought or were given to them that most of the items were put away into storage. Now, while some of them are still stored in a rented storage room, they now have a place to be used for their work, and a select number of them are put onto specially designed racks for display when not in use.
In the studio room that they share, there is an upright Yamaha piano by the wall, a few keyboards stack onto one another, guitars both electric and acoustic still in their cases, and speakers and cables in their respective boxes. Matt’s Kawai baby grand is still being moved by the workers from the lorry. There is a large number of guitars compared to most other musical instruments, the consequence of their respective preferences.
Chris had just opened another box when Matt enters the room. He takes a look around, whistling in amazement at just how many guitars and pianos and keyboards and miscellaneous musical instruments do they own.
“This is a lot of instruments that we have,” he says. “I could barely see the floor.”
“This is what we get for different endorsements,” Chris chuckles, abandoning his work to stand up. “And different preferences.”
“I can still convince you of the superiority of Kawai pianos,” Matt says seriously.
“I’m fine with my lot.”
Grinning to each other and saying nothing more for that conversation, Matt sits down by the window sill. The room that they’d picked to be their studio looks out to the street, where the moving lorry is parked outside.
“My baby grand would take up too much space in here,” he commented, looking out from the window where the piano is still outside with several movers milling around. “I think it needs to be put in the back of the house where there’s more space there.”
Matt lets out a chuckle, turning to Chris. “Look at me here, talking about where my piano is best placed at in the house.”
Chris wraps his arms around Matt, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
“Hard to believe it, isn’t it? We now have moved into a house. A place that we bought together and can call it as our own.”
“I’m missing the old flat already,” Matt gives a sigh. “We had such lively neighbours who would come to our door and have a chat with us.”
“By that you mean when they see us and politely tell us to keep it down when we’re fucking?” Chris delivers the question in a deadpan manner. Matt giggles.
“I miss them all,” he says. “Everyone except Grace.” Matt’s face turned stony and his blue eyes frosty upon uttering that name.
Chris smiles, mildly exasperated. “Of course you do.”
“Grace was such a cockblocker. She singled us out because we’re a gay couple. I don’t have to bet on that. Even you know it!”
Chris chuckles, lightly shaking his head. He has to admit, though, that Matt is right. He wasn’t that fond of the middle-aged bigoted lady either. It was a good thing that she is a tenant rather than the landlady there.
“But now that we’ve moved here, there’s no one who’s going to complain about what we do in our own property,” Chris says suggestively, his hands slipping downwards until Matt caught him.
“Hands above the waist for now,” Matt smirks. “I’m tempted to, believe me Chris, but not until the movers leave and we have the house to ourselves.”
Although deflated, Chris gives an apologetic smile. “Sorry, almost forgot that we’re not alone.”
“We’ll do it after they’re gone, I promise,” Matt swears with a kiss. “Now, I believe that you still have a lot of work to do to set up our studio here, Chris. Back to work!”
When Matt left the room, Chris takes a look at the guitars still in their cases and the boxes littered around the floor, and sighs as he goes back to work.
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By the evening, everything has been moved in. It will take a few days of arranging and cleaning before it will have the resemblance of home. After a dinner that consisted of Indian takeaway and a bottle of red wine, the mood had turned just right for them for Matt to make his move.
“God, I’ve been waiting long enough,” Matt gasps, sitting on Chris’ lap while kissing and grinding their hips. He purrs, “Now, I believe that there’s a room that we must christen our homecoming first, Chris.”
Chris growls, all but carrying his lover up the stairs and into the bedroom and collapsing on top of the new mattress, already covered in bedsheets and a duvet.
“I could fuck you right now, Matt,” he groans, licking and biting Matt’s earlobe.
“What’s stopping you, tiger?” Matt asks teasingly.
Abruptly, Chris stops, pulling away to look down at Matt.
“Lube and condoms.”
Matt looks at him before he groans in disappointment.
“What the fuck, are you kidding me?!” Matt exclaims, trying not to sound like he’s whining. “We can still have sex without them.”
Chris grins, not looking sorry even when he says it.
“Sorry, love. I’ll only continue if you can find them.”
Matt has a pinched look on his face, but Chris stands his ground until the brunet rolls his eyes and goes away to find the items.
“Do you know which box did you put them into?” Chris calls out.
“Yes!”
It took ten minutes before Matt returns to their new bedroom with the lube and condoms, naked, and they can finally break the new mattress of their new home.