A Christmas Tradition (One Shot)
Title: A Christmas Tradition
Author: engel_sehnsucht
Pairing: Belldom
Rating/Setting: 18/NC-17
snowpremacy Prompt: Matt and Dom - both single - meet at a mutual acquaintance's Christmas party. They get a wee bit drunk and have sex. Later that night they part ways and don't see each other again... until the next year's Christmas party hosted by the same mutual acquaintance. Again, they have sex. Again, they part ways and don't see each other until the next party. This goes on for years; a tradition, if you will. The fifth year Matt brings a boyfriend (he got during the year), but he and Dom have sex anyway. The eighth year Dom brings a girlfriend (he got during the year), but they have sex anyway. In the tenth year, at the tenth Christmas party (hosted by the same mutual acquaintance who just does not progress to friend status) one of them decides to do something drastic. 'Tis the season of love, after all.
Prompter: the wonderful easilyerased ♥
A/N: I hope this is what you wanted, bb ♥ hope you all have an amazing Christmas!
20/12/1996 - 18
Matt stared at the house, its walls almost vibrating from the music blasting within it, with trepidation. Shivering slightly in the wind, snow falling softly into his hair, he took another step towards the house. There were people milling around the front door, and Matt sighed internally, pulling out his phone to text Tom, not wanting to walk into the house alone to look for Luke, whose unfortunate parents had been talked into going out for the night. He quickly tapped out the text on his Nokia brick, his shaking fingers almost too weak in the cold to press the buttons, sent it, and waited. He wasn’t waiting too long; a skinny figure came stumbling out of the house, a bottle in one hand and the other pointing at the group gathered smoking around the door, a jeer rising into the cold air. As soon as the stumbling figure saw him, a drunken cry of “Maaaaaatt!” rose from Tom and he sped up; all Matt saw was a toothy grin before he was pulled into a tight hug.
“Christ, mate, I could get pissed myself off the fumes coming off of you!” said Matt, laughing as he extracted himself from Tom’s arms.
“Shhh,” was Tom’s reply, accompanied by a wagging finger in Matt’s face. “M’not drunk!”
Matt laughed, patting Tom on the shoulder. “Sure, sure.”
“Come onnnn!” Tom grabbed Matt by the forearm, towing him up the path to Chris’ house. “There’s SO MANY people for you to meet! I have so many friends and I’ve told them all about you and-”
“Tom, Tom, Tom, breathe.”
Brown hair flicked through the air as Tom glanced back to glare at Matt before looking back at the smoking group still hovering by the door, who Matt now recognised as the slightly cooler misfits from college, one place above he and his friends in the teenage hierarchy; people he’d never spoken to and probably never would. As they passed the group, the smokers and Tom exchanging friendly, if distant, greetings, one boy caught Matt’s eye. With his lank blond hair and skinny frame, he looked like any other teenager; a bandana was tied around his head, keeping his hair back from the danger of an errant cigarette. He kept Matt’s gaze as they passed each other, Matt only looking away when Tom tugged at his arm once again, insisting that they needed to get Matt a drink.
A drink that, an hour later, was definitely half vodka half Coke, Matt realised as he downed an equally strong whiskey and Coke. He shook his head, grimacing at the hot burn of the alcohol, thinking fuzzily that at least he felt less awkward. With Tom’s help, he’d quickly found Luke, and the pair of them had taken part in the activity of Getting Matt Drunk, one that Matt was currently grateful for. The amount of alcohol he’d had in a short space of time had him definitely drunk, and as he stood from his seat, the room swayed for a second before the world righted itself a little. He took a step forwards, glancing around for anyone he knew. He stepped forwards again, and came face-to-face with the blond smoker from the door.
“Hi,” he said, a little dumbly, blinking repeatedly at the boy. The light of the room cast gorgeous shadows upon the blond’s face, bringing out the cloudy grey of his eyes.
“Hey yourself,” said the boy in return, his gaze on the ceiling. “I’m Dom.”
“Matt,” breathed the brunet in reply, having followed Dom’s gaze to the white plaster ceiling and seen what the other was staring at so fixedly.
“Nice to meet you…” said Dom, trailing off and pressing their lips together as they stood under the mistletoe.
24/12/1997 - 19
Alcohol was flowing, the room decorated in every Christmas colour possible. Tinsel glittered, the individual shiny points on each strand displaying itself as different coloured dots to Matt’s alcohol-addled brain. Music was blasting, and every so often jeering would rise throughout the room as tracks that people had previously admitted were guilty pleasures came on through the hidden speakers, courtesy of Tom, who seemed determined to embarrass everyone by playing the most well-kept secrets of their music collection repeatedly (what he had failed to take into account was the negative correlation between drinks consumed and fucks given). Matt grinned happily, downing his drink as the now-familiar chant rose through the room, raising his glass and punching the air as he finished his last mouthful before the cry of “two!”, a cheer congratulating him.
“Must be, what, the fifth you’ve had to down now?” purred a voice into his ear; it was somewhat familiar, but the brunet couldn’t quite place it. Matt turned and, instantly recognising the face in front of him, flung his arms around Dom’s skinny body, nuzzling into his neck.
“S’you lot, you keep picking on me,” he replied, a fake pout gracing his thin lips, transforming into a smirk when Dom jumped at the touch of Matt’s cold, empty glass on the back of his neck.
“Not our fault you’re both game for it and so good at it. Must be a talent.”
Matt giggled, free hand playing with the short hairs at the nape of Dom’s neck, leaning in so his lips brushed Dom’s ear.
“We like to drink with Dooom, ‘cause Dom is our mate, we like to drink with Dooom, ‘cause he downs his drink in 8…”
Matt continued the countdown, ignoring Dom’s “you remember my name?”, still playing with Dom’s soft hair, lips still brushing Dom’s earlobe. When he’d got down to 1, he pulled back, glancing down pointedly at Dom’s still-full drink.
“Someone didn't follow the rules…”
“You distracted me,” whispered Dom, eyes meeting Matt’s; his pupils were blown wide, only the tiniest ring of grey showing around the black. Matt swallowed thickly, taking Dom’s drink from his hand and placing the glass down along with this own, before twining his fingers with Dom’s.
“Come.”
The brunet tugged Dom through the house, up the stairs and into an empty room that looked clean enough, kicking the door shut before throwing his arms around Dom’s neck, leaning back against the cold wood and sealing their lips together in a heated kiss.
“Remember that time at Luke’s last year,” Matt panted as they parted, “remember that first time, we never got further than a kiss.”
Dom pressed their lips together once more before sinking to his knees in front of Matt.
“We will this time.”
23/12/1998 - 20
Striding confidently into the room, Matt glanced around; his posture didn’t give away the anxiety he felt at discovering the answer to the question that’d been bouncing around his head all evening. Even Tom had noticed; when he’d come by, arms full of beer for their predrinks, he’d asked Matt what was the matter, to which his reply had been a mumbled “I’m fine.” Now he was fidgeting, alternating between bouncing on the balls of his feet and shifting his weight from foot to foot. He knew he wanted to see the blond again, but having had no word from him - or Luke, not that he expected his colleague to pass him messages from his friend - since the party last year, he was nervous. He knew it was stupid; they’d hooked up twice, both times at Christmas parties. They’d both been great, even the first time, a mere kiss, but Matt knew that someone like the blond could get anyone he wanted with one wink and slightly arrogant look (even if his hair was a bit dated now). He sighed, grabbing at the nearest bottle of alcohol, grimacing slightly at the cheap lager but tipping it back into his mouth anyway. He shuddered, looking around, slightly bored. Tom had gone off with some girl the second they’d got here, leaving Matt alone knowing no one but the acquaintance hosting the party (it would seem that Luke had never-ending supplies of cash to fix up houses after house parties where the guests were all stereotypical young people - off their faces on free booze). Noting vaguely that the music was shit without Tom adding classics - cheesy, horrible classics - to the playlist, Matt looked around the room, taking in the pissed couples who were practically fucking on the makeshift dance floor to the single people who were, mostly, eyeing someone else up.
Disappointing, Matt thought, edging his way around the dance floor. There was no sign of Dom, and no one who exciting enough to distract himself with until the blond showed up (if he was going to). Deciding that exploring the house alone was definitely better than watching another couple of people eat each others faces off, he opened the living room door and shoved as gently as he could through the swathe of people blocking the hallway, making his way as best he could to the stairs. Taking them two-by-two, he kept glancing around for the head of blond hair, whining internally when he couldn’t see Dom. The hallway upstairs was clear of people, but not really that much more interesting than the rest of the house. He pouted, wandering absentmindedly towards the bathroom, rolling the neck of his bottle between his thumb and forefinger, taking another swig before reaching out towards the handle, which turned down before he could grasp it. The door swung open, and Matt walked straight in, not thinking about the person who’d just opened the door, bumping straight into them.
“Sorry,” he muttered as he stumbled backwards, staring at the floor as a faint blush rose to his cheeks.
A large hand gripped his elbow, accompanied by a chuckle and a caution of “easy, mate.” Matt looked up, straight into smoky grey eyes. “Pleasure to see you again, Matt.”
The blond was smirking, and he looked different. Still skinny, but a little less so; he’d put on a little weight through the year, and he looked good for it. His blond hair had been cut and styled a little, and if Matt wasn’t mistaken, a little fluffy. Matt could feel a filthy smile stretch across his face in return.
“Mm, I’m sure it will be…”
With another grin, Matt pushed the blond back into the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it, placing his shitty cheap lager onto the bathroom counter. Plastering himself to Dom’s body, they kissed, sloppy and inelegant and desperate, craving each other; more sober this time, they knew they wanted each other.
“Been waiting for this, didn’t know if you’d be here,” Matt gasped, pulling his t-shirt over his head, Dom mirroring his actions before reaching down to his belt. They stripped, occasionally interrupting each other with a quick kiss and a grope. When they were both naked, Matt pressed Dom back against the tiled wall, feeling Dom shiver as his bare skin touched the cold tile; Matt stroked his hands down the blond’s sides, rubbing warmth back into his skin, stroking down over soft stomach and through wiry blond hair, trailing his fingers over Dom’s cock before grasping them both in one hand, pumping slowly. He watched as Dom’s head fell back against the wall, eyes sliding down to gaze at the long line of neck exposed to him. Leaning in, Matt ran the tip of his nose along the skin, inhaling the musky scent of Dom’s sweat mixed with the faint smell of his cologne, pressing his lips to the skin and allowing his tongue to flick against Dom’s pulse point.
“Shall I fuck you tonight?” Matt asked softly, sucking gently.
Dom nodded, then shook his head, then froze. “No. I want you to ride me.”
Matt smirked. “As you wish.” He took Dom’s hands in his and stepped back from the wall, pulling the pliant blond with him. They knelt down facing each other, kissing deeply, hands wandering over bare, goosebump-covered skin; their hips tried to move against each other in some rhythm, failing because of the position the men were in. Matt shifted slightly to the side, pulling Dom down to lie beside each other. “You got lube?” Matt breathed, fingers playing in the hair around Dom’s cock.
“Yeah, yeah,” Dom twisted, yanking a small bottle of lube and a condom out of his jeans pocket before throwing them back down where he’d picked them up from. Turning back, he squeezed a small amount onto his fingers, rubbing his fingers together to warm the gel, and reached around Matt to stroke at the brunet’s entrance. Matt sighed in anticipation, trying to push back onto Dom’s fingers.
“Come on, you berk, I can’t wait all night.”
Dom smirked, sliding two fingers into Matt’s body; he prepared the smaller man quickly, wanting Matt as much as Matt seemed to want him. Apparently he’d still taken too long; growing impatient, Matt growled and reached back to grip Dom’s wrist, pulling back so Dom’s fingers slid out of his body. Matt pushed at Dom’s shoulder, rolling the blond onto his back so Matt could straddle him. Swiftly, he tore open the condom packet and rolled the rubber onto Dom’s length, keeping hold of the base of Dom’s cock and sinking down onto the hot flesh, both moaning as they finally got what they needed. Matt didn't waste any time, rolling his hips quickly in a controlled rhythm, Dom’s hands finding his hips and gripping hard. Matt threw his head back, mouth open in a silent scream as Dom directed his body so his cock hit Matt’s prostate; Matt leaned forwards, planting his hands on either side of Dom’s head.
“Fuck me, come on, fuck me,” Matt panted, leaning down to bite at Dom’s neck and collarbone. He felt the blond shift underneath him, bending his knees to give himself more leverage; Matt moaned, his hips held still by Dom’s strong hands, unable to move as Dom’s hips bucked, Dom’s cock deep inside him, the head grazing his prostate with almost every thrust. He could feel his orgasm building, he didn’t even need to touch himself before he was coming, hard, onto Dom’s stomach. The blond froze beneath him, letting out a long groan as he came, his grip on Matt’s hips loosening completely. Arms shaky, Matt lowered himself onto the blond, whining softly as the blond’s cock slipped free of his body. He nudged Dom’s neck with his nose, sighing as arms came up to hold him through the afterglow.
22/12/2000 - 22
That year was different. Matt was already pissed out of his mind and had started hunting for Dom the second he’d got to the house, letting go of his boyfriend’s hand as Luke had greeted them in the (immaculately redecorated) hallway. He knew that Dom was here, that he had to be here; Dom was the only reason that Matt had been to all of the other annual Christmas parties Luke had hosted after the first one, so maybe it was the same for the blond? Matt was on a mission, hunting through the crowd for the man with whom it had become a Christmas tradition to ‘celebrate’. He growled impatiently; the horny stage of being drunk had kicked in a long time ago, and he needed the blond. His new boyfriend - ‘we’ve been going out for three months now, did you know?’ (Matt was sure everyone at the whole damn party knew, it was all the boy could take about) - was nice enough, but there was no real spark and Matt was sure that he knew, too. The only real reason they were still together was because it was nice - that word again - to come home to someone. The sex wasn’t even that good - at that thought, Matt snorted and burst into giggles; there was something very funny about that thought-
“I always run into you, not the other way around.”
An amused voice, a familiar voice - comforting in the relief it brought Matt.
“Dom!” he shouted, flinging his arms around the blond and nearly knocking him over. “I’m so happy to see you,” he slurred, taking in the blond. “Y’haven’t changed much, and I like it.”
“I’m glad you do,” Dom replied, an amused twinkle in his eyes.
“You’re so sober,” Matt whispered, “why are you so sober, Dom?”
The blond laughed. “Some of us choose better party guests than yours.”
Matt glanced over Dom’s shoulder, spying his boyfriend chatting to another couple, and pulled a face. “But he’s so nice. So nice. But, wait, who did you bring? Who’s the better party guest than mine?”
“You,” replied Dom, his eyes now serious. There was a moment, hanging between them, in which neither knew how to react. Dom cleared his throat. “Anyway. Annual fuck time?”
Matt giggled, winking clumsily. “You know it.”
23/12/2003 - 25
“Thought it was always you bumping into me, eh?”
For the first time in the eight years the two of them had been attending Luke’s Christmas parties, Matt had managed to sneak up on Dom. Admittedly, it hadn’t been that difficult; Dom had been fused at the lips to some pretty brunette girl. Whipping around, the blond looked at Matt in surprise, slight trepidation showing in his eyes.
“First time for everything, mate!” Dom exclaimed, trying to hide the discomfort clearly written across his face. “Erm, Matt, this is Lissy. Lissy, this is my… this is Matt. We seem to see each other every year at Luke’s parties.”
Lissy practically bounced forwards, taking one of Matt’s hands and shaking it enthusiastically. “Hi, Matt!” Matt grinned, pulling her into a hug by the hand he was shaking.
“Lovely to meet you, Lissy.”
The girl grinned back, rubbing Matt’s back as she pulled back out of the hug. “I think I’ll go and get a drink, maybe mingle a bit while you two catch up. A year is a long time to go without seeing each other!” She pecked Dom’s lips and slipped off into the crowd, her straight brown hair swaying as she walked.
“She seems… nice.”
Dom turned to Matt with a faint smile on his face. “She is. But are you okay with it?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
Dom shook his head, smile widening. “No reason.”
“In fact…” Matt paused, leaning in. “I find it kinda hot.” The brunet stepped back completely, jerking his head towards the door. “Come on. Bedroom.”
They wound their way through the crowd of gyrating bodies, the lights bright enough that they could find their way, but dim enough that people could have their privacy - whatever privacy was possible in a crowded room. They jogged up the stairs, dodging kissing couples, and quickly found what seemed to be the only empty room left. Going through their usual ritual of closing the door, and double-checking that the lock was across, and yes, it definitely was, Matt pressed Dom back against the wood.
“I find it hot that you have a girlfriend. When I spotted you with her I had this image of the three of us, maybe taking our Christmas tradition a little further, bringing her into it. Us fucking you, both of us at the same time.”
With every word Matt uttered, Dom could feel himself harden further as the idea of the threesome wormed its way further into his mind.
“Then I remembered, it’s our Christmas tradition. And traditions can’t be broken. So I’ll just have to fuck you hard, bent over the bed.”
Dom swallowed thickly, eyelids fluttering shut. “Please…”
Matt grinned, cupping the bulge in Dom’s tight jeans and squeezing. “Get over there and strip. Quickly.”
Dom obliged, stripping under Matt’s heavy gaze as the brunet tugged his own clothes off, flinging them down, not caring where they landed. He pulled out the bottle of lube and condom from his jeans pocket - since their third party, they’d taken it in turns to bring the lube and condom. With two steps, Matt was across the room and pressed to Dom’s warm body, bottle and condom chucked on the bed so he could fist one hand in Dom’s soft hair while the other groped at the blond’s arse.
“Face down, bent over the mattress.”
Dom quickly followed Matt’s direction, leaning his weight on his forearms, arse high in the air. Matt smacked it teasingly, reaching for the lube and slicking his fingers. He bent his body down so his chest was pressed to Dom’s back as he slid his fingers into Dom’s warm body, kissing the blond’s tanned neck. Almost immediately, he began to scissor his fingers, wanting to be inside the blond, needing to feel him. Lissy was right, a year was a very long time. Matt inhaled Dom’s scent deeply as the tips of his fingers grazed Dom’s prostate; he dragged his tongue up the blond’s neck, the tang of salty sweat strong, feeling the vibrations of Dom’s voice as he softly begged Matt to get inside him right-the-fuck-now. Matt pulled back, the skin of his chest stuck to Dom’s back, reaching for the condom and rolling it on. He stepped around so he was directly behind Dom and pressed into the warm body, shuddering as he stilled, allowing Dom to adjust. His fingers gripped Dom’s hips tightly, then relaxed, then gripped again as he started to roll his hips, Dom’s body pushing back to meet his. They moved in unison, the room silent except for the sounds of panted breaths and the slap of skin on skin. The pace slowly built up, rhythm lost to desperation and need; Matt leaned forwards, fisting one hand in Dom’s hair and turning the blond’s head to kiss him; the new angle meant he hit Dom’s prostate consistently and the moans it drew from Dom were heavenly. He felt Dom bite down on his bottom lip as a whine came from his throat.
“Touch me, Matt…”
The brunet released his grip on Dom’s hair and reached down to grasp the blond’s hard cock instead; almost instantly, Dom was coming, sucking on Matt’s tongue to smother his scream. The clenching of Dom’s muscles around him, and the sucking on his tongue, pulled Matt over the edge, and his hips jerked and stuttered as he came, collapsing onto Dom’s body, kissing lazily.
24/12/2005 - 27
Ten years.
Ten years of Luke’s parties.
Nine years of parting after a quick goodbye and a kiss that promised a reunion next year.
Matt was sick of it.
This year, armed with his oldest friend Tom (who actually knew Luke better than he did) and a fair amount of liquid courage, he marched into Luke’s house, up to the speaker system, and pressed stop. A collective groan rose from the room, along with a few shouted complaints. Matt swallowed and took the microphone Tom had most likely stolen from the PlayStation Luke hid away. He muttered a timid “hello?” into the microphone and was surprised to find it actually working; he glanced at Tom, who looked back at him with a ‘what did you expect?’ look. Matt swallowed again, glancing back at Tom, this time gratefully, as his friend handed him a drink.
“Sorry about turning the thing off. But there’s something I need to say. Every year for the past ten years I’ve been coming to these parties around Christmas. It’s fair to say that Luke is a really reliable bloke, and to be honest I owe quite a lot to him. Every year so far, I’ve met up with this blond at these parties. He’s great. I don’t know much about him but I care about him quite a lot because, to put it bluntly, he’s a fucking great fuck. I should know, as we’ve had sex at these parties every year but our first one, where we just kissed but that was still great-”
Next to him, Tom cleared his throat.
“Er, sorry, I ramble a bit when I’m nervous.” Matt paused, taking a swig of his drink. “Anyway, the point is… Dom, I’m sick of only seeing you once a year. We’ve wasted so much time when we could’ve been together. I don’t want to waste time anymore. I want you. All the time. Not just at Christmas. But if you want, we can still have our Christmas tradition. Anyway, if you’re here… I guess I’m asking you to be my boyfriend. And if you don’t want that, we can still fuck. I’m cool with that.”
The crowd laughed collectively, and parted as one man came forward from the throng.
“I’d love to be your boyfriend, Matt. And well done on getting there before me.”
With a grin, Matt thrust the microphone and his drink at Tom, who grabbed them quickly; Matt stepped forwards and sealed his lips to Dom’s.
“Now that we’ve got that sorted,” Dom said, breaking off their kiss to breathe, pressing play on the speaker system, “time for the annual fuck?”
“Fuck. Yes.” Matt replied, punctuating his answer with soft kisses.
Author: engel_sehnsucht
Pairing: Belldom
Rating/Setting: 18/NC-17
snowpremacy Prompt: Matt and Dom - both single - meet at a mutual acquaintance's Christmas party. They get a wee bit drunk and have sex. Later that night they part ways and don't see each other again... until the next year's Christmas party hosted by the same mutual acquaintance. Again, they have sex. Again, they part ways and don't see each other until the next party. This goes on for years; a tradition, if you will. The fifth year Matt brings a boyfriend (he got during the year), but he and Dom have sex anyway. The eighth year Dom brings a girlfriend (he got during the year), but they have sex anyway. In the tenth year, at the tenth Christmas party (hosted by the same mutual acquaintance who just does not progress to friend status) one of them decides to do something drastic. 'Tis the season of love, after all.
Prompter: the wonderful easilyerased ♥
A/N: I hope this is what you wanted, bb ♥ hope you all have an amazing Christmas!
20/12/1996 - 18
Matt stared at the house, its walls almost vibrating from the music blasting within it, with trepidation. Shivering slightly in the wind, snow falling softly into his hair, he took another step towards the house. There were people milling around the front door, and Matt sighed internally, pulling out his phone to text Tom, not wanting to walk into the house alone to look for Luke, whose unfortunate parents had been talked into going out for the night. He quickly tapped out the text on his Nokia brick, his shaking fingers almost too weak in the cold to press the buttons, sent it, and waited. He wasn’t waiting too long; a skinny figure came stumbling out of the house, a bottle in one hand and the other pointing at the group gathered smoking around the door, a jeer rising into the cold air. As soon as the stumbling figure saw him, a drunken cry of “Maaaaaatt!” rose from Tom and he sped up; all Matt saw was a toothy grin before he was pulled into a tight hug.
“Christ, mate, I could get pissed myself off the fumes coming off of you!” said Matt, laughing as he extracted himself from Tom’s arms.
“Shhh,” was Tom’s reply, accompanied by a wagging finger in Matt’s face. “M’not drunk!”
Matt laughed, patting Tom on the shoulder. “Sure, sure.”
“Come onnnn!” Tom grabbed Matt by the forearm, towing him up the path to Chris’ house. “There’s SO MANY people for you to meet! I have so many friends and I’ve told them all about you and-”
“Tom, Tom, Tom, breathe.”
Brown hair flicked through the air as Tom glanced back to glare at Matt before looking back at the smoking group still hovering by the door, who Matt now recognised as the slightly cooler misfits from college, one place above he and his friends in the teenage hierarchy; people he’d never spoken to and probably never would. As they passed the group, the smokers and Tom exchanging friendly, if distant, greetings, one boy caught Matt’s eye. With his lank blond hair and skinny frame, he looked like any other teenager; a bandana was tied around his head, keeping his hair back from the danger of an errant cigarette. He kept Matt’s gaze as they passed each other, Matt only looking away when Tom tugged at his arm once again, insisting that they needed to get Matt a drink.
A drink that, an hour later, was definitely half vodka half Coke, Matt realised as he downed an equally strong whiskey and Coke. He shook his head, grimacing at the hot burn of the alcohol, thinking fuzzily that at least he felt less awkward. With Tom’s help, he’d quickly found Luke, and the pair of them had taken part in the activity of Getting Matt Drunk, one that Matt was currently grateful for. The amount of alcohol he’d had in a short space of time had him definitely drunk, and as he stood from his seat, the room swayed for a second before the world righted itself a little. He took a step forwards, glancing around for anyone he knew. He stepped forwards again, and came face-to-face with the blond smoker from the door.
“Hi,” he said, a little dumbly, blinking repeatedly at the boy. The light of the room cast gorgeous shadows upon the blond’s face, bringing out the cloudy grey of his eyes.
“Hey yourself,” said the boy in return, his gaze on the ceiling. “I’m Dom.”
“Matt,” breathed the brunet in reply, having followed Dom’s gaze to the white plaster ceiling and seen what the other was staring at so fixedly.
“Nice to meet you…” said Dom, trailing off and pressing their lips together as they stood under the mistletoe.
24/12/1997 - 19
Alcohol was flowing, the room decorated in every Christmas colour possible. Tinsel glittered, the individual shiny points on each strand displaying itself as different coloured dots to Matt’s alcohol-addled brain. Music was blasting, and every so often jeering would rise throughout the room as tracks that people had previously admitted were guilty pleasures came on through the hidden speakers, courtesy of Tom, who seemed determined to embarrass everyone by playing the most well-kept secrets of their music collection repeatedly (what he had failed to take into account was the negative correlation between drinks consumed and fucks given). Matt grinned happily, downing his drink as the now-familiar chant rose through the room, raising his glass and punching the air as he finished his last mouthful before the cry of “two!”, a cheer congratulating him.
“Must be, what, the fifth you’ve had to down now?” purred a voice into his ear; it was somewhat familiar, but the brunet couldn’t quite place it. Matt turned and, instantly recognising the face in front of him, flung his arms around Dom’s skinny body, nuzzling into his neck.
“S’you lot, you keep picking on me,” he replied, a fake pout gracing his thin lips, transforming into a smirk when Dom jumped at the touch of Matt’s cold, empty glass on the back of his neck.
“Not our fault you’re both game for it and so good at it. Must be a talent.”
Matt giggled, free hand playing with the short hairs at the nape of Dom’s neck, leaning in so his lips brushed Dom’s ear.
“We like to drink with Dooom, ‘cause Dom is our mate, we like to drink with Dooom, ‘cause he downs his drink in 8…”
Matt continued the countdown, ignoring Dom’s “you remember my name?”, still playing with Dom’s soft hair, lips still brushing Dom’s earlobe. When he’d got down to 1, he pulled back, glancing down pointedly at Dom’s still-full drink.
“Someone didn't follow the rules…”
“You distracted me,” whispered Dom, eyes meeting Matt’s; his pupils were blown wide, only the tiniest ring of grey showing around the black. Matt swallowed thickly, taking Dom’s drink from his hand and placing the glass down along with this own, before twining his fingers with Dom’s.
“Come.”
The brunet tugged Dom through the house, up the stairs and into an empty room that looked clean enough, kicking the door shut before throwing his arms around Dom’s neck, leaning back against the cold wood and sealing their lips together in a heated kiss.
“Remember that time at Luke’s last year,” Matt panted as they parted, “remember that first time, we never got further than a kiss.”
Dom pressed their lips together once more before sinking to his knees in front of Matt.
“We will this time.”
23/12/1998 - 20
Striding confidently into the room, Matt glanced around; his posture didn’t give away the anxiety he felt at discovering the answer to the question that’d been bouncing around his head all evening. Even Tom had noticed; when he’d come by, arms full of beer for their predrinks, he’d asked Matt what was the matter, to which his reply had been a mumbled “I’m fine.” Now he was fidgeting, alternating between bouncing on the balls of his feet and shifting his weight from foot to foot. He knew he wanted to see the blond again, but having had no word from him - or Luke, not that he expected his colleague to pass him messages from his friend - since the party last year, he was nervous. He knew it was stupid; they’d hooked up twice, both times at Christmas parties. They’d both been great, even the first time, a mere kiss, but Matt knew that someone like the blond could get anyone he wanted with one wink and slightly arrogant look (even if his hair was a bit dated now). He sighed, grabbing at the nearest bottle of alcohol, grimacing slightly at the cheap lager but tipping it back into his mouth anyway. He shuddered, looking around, slightly bored. Tom had gone off with some girl the second they’d got here, leaving Matt alone knowing no one but the acquaintance hosting the party (it would seem that Luke had never-ending supplies of cash to fix up houses after house parties where the guests were all stereotypical young people - off their faces on free booze). Noting vaguely that the music was shit without Tom adding classics - cheesy, horrible classics - to the playlist, Matt looked around the room, taking in the pissed couples who were practically fucking on the makeshift dance floor to the single people who were, mostly, eyeing someone else up.
Disappointing, Matt thought, edging his way around the dance floor. There was no sign of Dom, and no one who exciting enough to distract himself with until the blond showed up (if he was going to). Deciding that exploring the house alone was definitely better than watching another couple of people eat each others faces off, he opened the living room door and shoved as gently as he could through the swathe of people blocking the hallway, making his way as best he could to the stairs. Taking them two-by-two, he kept glancing around for the head of blond hair, whining internally when he couldn’t see Dom. The hallway upstairs was clear of people, but not really that much more interesting than the rest of the house. He pouted, wandering absentmindedly towards the bathroom, rolling the neck of his bottle between his thumb and forefinger, taking another swig before reaching out towards the handle, which turned down before he could grasp it. The door swung open, and Matt walked straight in, not thinking about the person who’d just opened the door, bumping straight into them.
“Sorry,” he muttered as he stumbled backwards, staring at the floor as a faint blush rose to his cheeks.
A large hand gripped his elbow, accompanied by a chuckle and a caution of “easy, mate.” Matt looked up, straight into smoky grey eyes. “Pleasure to see you again, Matt.”
The blond was smirking, and he looked different. Still skinny, but a little less so; he’d put on a little weight through the year, and he looked good for it. His blond hair had been cut and styled a little, and if Matt wasn’t mistaken, a little fluffy. Matt could feel a filthy smile stretch across his face in return.
“Mm, I’m sure it will be…”
With another grin, Matt pushed the blond back into the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it, placing his shitty cheap lager onto the bathroom counter. Plastering himself to Dom’s body, they kissed, sloppy and inelegant and desperate, craving each other; more sober this time, they knew they wanted each other.
“Been waiting for this, didn’t know if you’d be here,” Matt gasped, pulling his t-shirt over his head, Dom mirroring his actions before reaching down to his belt. They stripped, occasionally interrupting each other with a quick kiss and a grope. When they were both naked, Matt pressed Dom back against the tiled wall, feeling Dom shiver as his bare skin touched the cold tile; Matt stroked his hands down the blond’s sides, rubbing warmth back into his skin, stroking down over soft stomach and through wiry blond hair, trailing his fingers over Dom’s cock before grasping them both in one hand, pumping slowly. He watched as Dom’s head fell back against the wall, eyes sliding down to gaze at the long line of neck exposed to him. Leaning in, Matt ran the tip of his nose along the skin, inhaling the musky scent of Dom’s sweat mixed with the faint smell of his cologne, pressing his lips to the skin and allowing his tongue to flick against Dom’s pulse point.
“Shall I fuck you tonight?” Matt asked softly, sucking gently.
Dom nodded, then shook his head, then froze. “No. I want you to ride me.”
Matt smirked. “As you wish.” He took Dom’s hands in his and stepped back from the wall, pulling the pliant blond with him. They knelt down facing each other, kissing deeply, hands wandering over bare, goosebump-covered skin; their hips tried to move against each other in some rhythm, failing because of the position the men were in. Matt shifted slightly to the side, pulling Dom down to lie beside each other. “You got lube?” Matt breathed, fingers playing in the hair around Dom’s cock.
“Yeah, yeah,” Dom twisted, yanking a small bottle of lube and a condom out of his jeans pocket before throwing them back down where he’d picked them up from. Turning back, he squeezed a small amount onto his fingers, rubbing his fingers together to warm the gel, and reached around Matt to stroke at the brunet’s entrance. Matt sighed in anticipation, trying to push back onto Dom’s fingers.
“Come on, you berk, I can’t wait all night.”
Dom smirked, sliding two fingers into Matt’s body; he prepared the smaller man quickly, wanting Matt as much as Matt seemed to want him. Apparently he’d still taken too long; growing impatient, Matt growled and reached back to grip Dom’s wrist, pulling back so Dom’s fingers slid out of his body. Matt pushed at Dom’s shoulder, rolling the blond onto his back so Matt could straddle him. Swiftly, he tore open the condom packet and rolled the rubber onto Dom’s length, keeping hold of the base of Dom’s cock and sinking down onto the hot flesh, both moaning as they finally got what they needed. Matt didn't waste any time, rolling his hips quickly in a controlled rhythm, Dom’s hands finding his hips and gripping hard. Matt threw his head back, mouth open in a silent scream as Dom directed his body so his cock hit Matt’s prostate; Matt leaned forwards, planting his hands on either side of Dom’s head.
“Fuck me, come on, fuck me,” Matt panted, leaning down to bite at Dom’s neck and collarbone. He felt the blond shift underneath him, bending his knees to give himself more leverage; Matt moaned, his hips held still by Dom’s strong hands, unable to move as Dom’s hips bucked, Dom’s cock deep inside him, the head grazing his prostate with almost every thrust. He could feel his orgasm building, he didn’t even need to touch himself before he was coming, hard, onto Dom’s stomach. The blond froze beneath him, letting out a long groan as he came, his grip on Matt’s hips loosening completely. Arms shaky, Matt lowered himself onto the blond, whining softly as the blond’s cock slipped free of his body. He nudged Dom’s neck with his nose, sighing as arms came up to hold him through the afterglow.
22/12/2000 - 22
That year was different. Matt was already pissed out of his mind and had started hunting for Dom the second he’d got to the house, letting go of his boyfriend’s hand as Luke had greeted them in the (immaculately redecorated) hallway. He knew that Dom was here, that he had to be here; Dom was the only reason that Matt had been to all of the other annual Christmas parties Luke had hosted after the first one, so maybe it was the same for the blond? Matt was on a mission, hunting through the crowd for the man with whom it had become a Christmas tradition to ‘celebrate’. He growled impatiently; the horny stage of being drunk had kicked in a long time ago, and he needed the blond. His new boyfriend - ‘we’ve been going out for three months now, did you know?’ (Matt was sure everyone at the whole damn party knew, it was all the boy could take about) - was nice enough, but there was no real spark and Matt was sure that he knew, too. The only real reason they were still together was because it was nice - that word again - to come home to someone. The sex wasn’t even that good - at that thought, Matt snorted and burst into giggles; there was something very funny about that thought-
“I always run into you, not the other way around.”
An amused voice, a familiar voice - comforting in the relief it brought Matt.
“Dom!” he shouted, flinging his arms around the blond and nearly knocking him over. “I’m so happy to see you,” he slurred, taking in the blond. “Y’haven’t changed much, and I like it.”
“I’m glad you do,” Dom replied, an amused twinkle in his eyes.
“You’re so sober,” Matt whispered, “why are you so sober, Dom?”
The blond laughed. “Some of us choose better party guests than yours.”
Matt glanced over Dom’s shoulder, spying his boyfriend chatting to another couple, and pulled a face. “But he’s so nice. So nice. But, wait, who did you bring? Who’s the better party guest than mine?”
“You,” replied Dom, his eyes now serious. There was a moment, hanging between them, in which neither knew how to react. Dom cleared his throat. “Anyway. Annual fuck time?”
Matt giggled, winking clumsily. “You know it.”
23/12/2003 - 25
“Thought it was always you bumping into me, eh?”
For the first time in the eight years the two of them had been attending Luke’s Christmas parties, Matt had managed to sneak up on Dom. Admittedly, it hadn’t been that difficult; Dom had been fused at the lips to some pretty brunette girl. Whipping around, the blond looked at Matt in surprise, slight trepidation showing in his eyes.
“First time for everything, mate!” Dom exclaimed, trying to hide the discomfort clearly written across his face. “Erm, Matt, this is Lissy. Lissy, this is my… this is Matt. We seem to see each other every year at Luke’s parties.”
Lissy practically bounced forwards, taking one of Matt’s hands and shaking it enthusiastically. “Hi, Matt!” Matt grinned, pulling her into a hug by the hand he was shaking.
“Lovely to meet you, Lissy.”
The girl grinned back, rubbing Matt’s back as she pulled back out of the hug. “I think I’ll go and get a drink, maybe mingle a bit while you two catch up. A year is a long time to go without seeing each other!” She pecked Dom’s lips and slipped off into the crowd, her straight brown hair swaying as she walked.
“She seems… nice.”
Dom turned to Matt with a faint smile on his face. “She is. But are you okay with it?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
Dom shook his head, smile widening. “No reason.”
“In fact…” Matt paused, leaning in. “I find it kinda hot.” The brunet stepped back completely, jerking his head towards the door. “Come on. Bedroom.”
They wound their way through the crowd of gyrating bodies, the lights bright enough that they could find their way, but dim enough that people could have their privacy - whatever privacy was possible in a crowded room. They jogged up the stairs, dodging kissing couples, and quickly found what seemed to be the only empty room left. Going through their usual ritual of closing the door, and double-checking that the lock was across, and yes, it definitely was, Matt pressed Dom back against the wood.
“I find it hot that you have a girlfriend. When I spotted you with her I had this image of the three of us, maybe taking our Christmas tradition a little further, bringing her into it. Us fucking you, both of us at the same time.”
With every word Matt uttered, Dom could feel himself harden further as the idea of the threesome wormed its way further into his mind.
“Then I remembered, it’s our Christmas tradition. And traditions can’t be broken. So I’ll just have to fuck you hard, bent over the bed.”
Dom swallowed thickly, eyelids fluttering shut. “Please…”
Matt grinned, cupping the bulge in Dom’s tight jeans and squeezing. “Get over there and strip. Quickly.”
Dom obliged, stripping under Matt’s heavy gaze as the brunet tugged his own clothes off, flinging them down, not caring where they landed. He pulled out the bottle of lube and condom from his jeans pocket - since their third party, they’d taken it in turns to bring the lube and condom. With two steps, Matt was across the room and pressed to Dom’s warm body, bottle and condom chucked on the bed so he could fist one hand in Dom’s soft hair while the other groped at the blond’s arse.
“Face down, bent over the mattress.”
Dom quickly followed Matt’s direction, leaning his weight on his forearms, arse high in the air. Matt smacked it teasingly, reaching for the lube and slicking his fingers. He bent his body down so his chest was pressed to Dom’s back as he slid his fingers into Dom’s warm body, kissing the blond’s tanned neck. Almost immediately, he began to scissor his fingers, wanting to be inside the blond, needing to feel him. Lissy was right, a year was a very long time. Matt inhaled Dom’s scent deeply as the tips of his fingers grazed Dom’s prostate; he dragged his tongue up the blond’s neck, the tang of salty sweat strong, feeling the vibrations of Dom’s voice as he softly begged Matt to get inside him right-the-fuck-now. Matt pulled back, the skin of his chest stuck to Dom’s back, reaching for the condom and rolling it on. He stepped around so he was directly behind Dom and pressed into the warm body, shuddering as he stilled, allowing Dom to adjust. His fingers gripped Dom’s hips tightly, then relaxed, then gripped again as he started to roll his hips, Dom’s body pushing back to meet his. They moved in unison, the room silent except for the sounds of panted breaths and the slap of skin on skin. The pace slowly built up, rhythm lost to desperation and need; Matt leaned forwards, fisting one hand in Dom’s hair and turning the blond’s head to kiss him; the new angle meant he hit Dom’s prostate consistently and the moans it drew from Dom were heavenly. He felt Dom bite down on his bottom lip as a whine came from his throat.
“Touch me, Matt…”
The brunet released his grip on Dom’s hair and reached down to grasp the blond’s hard cock instead; almost instantly, Dom was coming, sucking on Matt’s tongue to smother his scream. The clenching of Dom’s muscles around him, and the sucking on his tongue, pulled Matt over the edge, and his hips jerked and stuttered as he came, collapsing onto Dom’s body, kissing lazily.
24/12/2005 - 27
Ten years.
Ten years of Luke’s parties.
Nine years of parting after a quick goodbye and a kiss that promised a reunion next year.
Matt was sick of it.
This year, armed with his oldest friend Tom (who actually knew Luke better than he did) and a fair amount of liquid courage, he marched into Luke’s house, up to the speaker system, and pressed stop. A collective groan rose from the room, along with a few shouted complaints. Matt swallowed and took the microphone Tom had most likely stolen from the PlayStation Luke hid away. He muttered a timid “hello?” into the microphone and was surprised to find it actually working; he glanced at Tom, who looked back at him with a ‘what did you expect?’ look. Matt swallowed again, glancing back at Tom, this time gratefully, as his friend handed him a drink.
“Sorry about turning the thing off. But there’s something I need to say. Every year for the past ten years I’ve been coming to these parties around Christmas. It’s fair to say that Luke is a really reliable bloke, and to be honest I owe quite a lot to him. Every year so far, I’ve met up with this blond at these parties. He’s great. I don’t know much about him but I care about him quite a lot because, to put it bluntly, he’s a fucking great fuck. I should know, as we’ve had sex at these parties every year but our first one, where we just kissed but that was still great-”
Next to him, Tom cleared his throat.
“Er, sorry, I ramble a bit when I’m nervous.” Matt paused, taking a swig of his drink. “Anyway, the point is… Dom, I’m sick of only seeing you once a year. We’ve wasted so much time when we could’ve been together. I don’t want to waste time anymore. I want you. All the time. Not just at Christmas. But if you want, we can still have our Christmas tradition. Anyway, if you’re here… I guess I’m asking you to be my boyfriend. And if you don’t want that, we can still fuck. I’m cool with that.”
The crowd laughed collectively, and parted as one man came forward from the throng.
“I’d love to be your boyfriend, Matt. And well done on getting there before me.”
With a grin, Matt thrust the microphone and his drink at Tom, who grabbed them quickly; Matt stepped forwards and sealed his lips to Dom’s.
“Now that we’ve got that sorted,” Dom said, breaking off their kiss to breathe, pressing play on the speaker system, “time for the annual fuck?”
“Fuck. Yes.” Matt replied, punctuating his answer with soft kisses.