Monterrey
Title: Monterrey
Author: gee_tarded
Characters: Matt and Dom
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dom's reaction to Matt's....well read it so you'll find out about it :p
Feedback: Very much appreciated
Disclaimer: NEVER HAPPENED, If it were I wouldn't tell you lot in the first place lmao
Notes: Thanks to my very patient and very supportive beta dolce_piccante This is again a first person point of view..again it's Dom. Hope you enjoy reading it. Cheers!
Monterrey, 16th of July. I can already hear the crowds screaming their lungs out, waiting for us to be on stage. Unfortunately, the show was being held off for a while because you decided at the very last minute that you needed to go back to the dressing room. We were all baffled as to what might be in the dressing room that you have forgotten to bring. I don’t want to think it’s a quick wank you’re aiming at. Knowing you, you’d rather have a quickie under my hands.
I’m not sure how many minutes have passed. I’m pretty certain it’s less than 10 minutes, as you have promised us before, but what’s important is you’re already back with us, panting like a dog. At least you really tried to be quick. I don’t want to imagine how you forced yourself to run that fast on your, I must say, poor, short legs.
It's when you asked for a towel to wipe your face that I noticed your shirt. So that was the reason behind the quick return to the room then? I haven’t seen that shirt before or maybe I have but didn’t give much attention to it. Is it just me or did you leave your shirt half way unbuttoned? Shit, you are really such a tease. That creamy skin of your chest is showing every time you move. I could already imagine my hands caressing that part of your body.
Okay, this is not the right time to get a hard on. Bloody hell, the things you do to me Matt.
I should tell you about the opened shirt but Tom, being an impatient prick, aggressively pushed us onto the stage, making the fans scream louder than usual. The moment the spotlight shines on you I swear my ears are on the edge of bleeding. It really is deafening. Fans, mostly ladies, went mental, screaming like loons, either because you’re waving at them enthusiastically or because they are happy to see us. Actually, more at the sight of you, not us, since me and Chris are still on the dark or because of that shirt you’re wearing. I really cannot take my mind off that bloody shirt of yours.
Suddenly, you look at me. It's one of the menacing look I really don’t want to see right now. Damn it, sorry! I should start hitting my drum kit now as I’ve noticed your fingers impatiently hovering on the strings. The moment you pluck the strings and the synth comes in the crowd roared. It's amazing how people recognize the first song.
Ahh. Heaven.
It’s not just them who like this song so much, you know. I’ve been insisting that we should include this in our setlist but being the main man, or shall I say dominant man, you always get away with what you want.
Another look from you is sent my way. I shriek. Am I fucking up the tune!? Clueless, I decided to finally pay attention to the gig and not play in an autopilot mode instead enjoy this night. This night full of flesh showing off, mind you not just from the crowd I am referring to.
It is going well now, I’ve forgotten what my mind has been boggling me for a while when suddenly you approach my place and did your infamous guitar raping. Great! How sadistic, cruel and evil man can you be Matt? I badly want to fuck your brains out right in that very spot. Thank goodness the crowds keep me sane, for how long, I’m not sure.
Almost done now, finally, just one final song and I can have my quick run to the loo and have a wank. It’s not easy being seduced in front of many people. I will get my proper revenge later tonight in the tour bus. The trouble you got yourself into Matty boy will surely be unforgettable.
Here it is the final riff we’ve practiced in your flat the whole week. Even I can’t believe how amazing it sounded. It seemed much better inside the arena I must say. One more note and we are done here. I was readying myself to hit the high hats for a grand finale when you suddenly pluck another note from your Manson, it’s the wailing sound your kaoss pad creates. Both Chris and I look at you puzzled, we didn’t practice this and you didn’t mention this one in our sound check today. You walk in my direction shrugging your shoulders, it was a sign that me and Chris can hit any notes as long as we make some noise. Frustration building up in me because of the delay I hit my drum with more force than usual producing sounds that are a bit rough from the crowds ears, it made them mental. The ending was blurry I saw you waving your hands on the crowd before I leave the stage in a hurry to get back in our bus.
The walk to the bus was excruciatingly painful as my dick was hard as rock. I can't be arsed to stop in our dressing room because, at the moment, I really need a proper wanking or all hell will break loose at this leg of the tour. I finally reach my destination, half limping from the tight pants I am donning. Hands fumble lousily with the door keys but I manage to let myself in, not even bothering to switch on the light as I hurried myself to my bunk, stumbling over some items laying on the floor.
Upon reaching the bunk I immediately remove my sweat soaked shirt when I notice someone standing in the doorway of the bunkroom. I could tell it was you from the way you stand in the dark, relaxed with the 'I-don’t-give-a-care' look. I stand there for a second, frozen. How you managed to follow me that quickly I'll never know, though you seemed to move a lot quicker today. You smirk as if you’ve read what’s on my mind. I could tell your eyes were dark, filled with lust even in the dimly lit room. You let your eyes feast on what’s in front of you: my half naked torso. I shied away for a second, not fully prepare to let someone see me in my vulnerable state right now especially not from you but it seems you are enjoying my little suffering. You move away from where you are standing, slowly approaching me with a questioning look.
In one swift movement you closed the gap between us, body pressing together, and your hands on my hips holding me tightly in place. I squirm at your firm hold at me, your hot breath bouncing in my face. I can tell that you are breathing heavily, its a sign that both of us are arouse. Without uttering any words you crash your lips to mine, hungrily, tongue poking out to taste mine. I let you control me, my knees are beginning to shake from the sweet sensation of your tongue and saliva combined. I moan in your mouth just to let you know how much I really want this, hands grabbing your mane to hold you close into mine. You let go of my mouth only to breathe in for a second. I feel your lips on my neck leaving wet trails in the process, I call out your name in pleasure, my cock twitching in pain and anticipation. I rub my pelvis in yours to make you realize that someone needs attention luckily you seem to notice it as I heard you growl.
Your hands were suddenly in the seam of my trousers, anxiously removing my belt. You’re fumbling with it for a minute then I heard you sigh, “It won’t come undone”. I smile at your desperate voice, removing your hands on me I easily undo my belt and rip open my trousers, quickly pulling down my boxers along the way.
“Ooooh fuck…Matt,” was the only thing I could say the moment I felt your hand on my hardness, your hand that expertly stroked my cock hard and slow to make me choke out. Your free hand is on my shoulder, pushing me down into my bunk. In that fleeting second I remove your hands from my body, smirking at the confusion written all over your face.
“You’ve been a bad man Matty,” are the words I choose to say to let you know that I will be in control tonight. I want my retaliation and, luckily for me, I don’t need to work on how to lure you in, now that you’re with me. You tilt your head and quirk your eyebrow in question, and let go of my cock.
I grip your shoulders as we switch places, your back facing my bunk. My hands automatically go straight to your chest, opening the buttons of your shirt while I kiss your lips hard, teeth clashing to one another as you return my kiss with much fervour. I feel your hand on my arse as you grind your hips in mine, your erection nudging my pelvis. We both moan, giving me more reason to continue stripping your clothes off. Finally I undo your shirt and you wiggle it off your body. Your hands immediately start undoing your belt and flies too fast, so fast that you almost tear them apart. Both of us are naked, breathing heavily from the feeling that we're teetering on the edge.
“You got plans?”
Your eyes look sinister and dark as you ask me the question. I grin at you. I hadn't thought about that but, now that you asked me, an idea has come up. I leave you for a while to trawl in my bag, looking for something that is essential for your punishment, my hands blindly looking for the handcuffs. Grinning like a cheshire cat I turn around and wave the item I'm holding in front of your face. The look on your face made me snigger: Petrified yet happy about what I’m going to do to you. Without further ado, I clasp the handcuff on one of your wrists while guiding you down into my bunk, the other end looping around the post and clasping on your other wrist. I was contemplating if I should be rough or gentle with you but when you look back at me with a smirk written on your lips, eyes as dark as the sky outside, I decided that no matter what method I do you’ll enjoy it. You are a kinky bastard after all.
I spank your arse and you jump in shock, making me giggle. I can feel your arse brushing against my member and it made me stir a bit. I hit your arse again.
“You’re such a fucking tease,” another blow on your right cheek, “seducing me like that with that bloody shirt of yours,” and another one making you cry in pain. I lost count of how many times I spanked you until I couldn't wait anymore and had to shove my cock into your tight entrance.
“Oh my fucking god…Dom!” You breathe hard trying to get a grip.
“That was my intention,” I say, you smirking with your eyes half closed. I didn’t move for a while, letting you adjust to the new feeling.
“Fucking move.”
I could see your right hand clutching at the sheet tightly, bracing yourself for what’s to come. Slowly I moved my pelvis, teasingly slow, making you suffer for a while but then my balls started to ache and I had to move in a rush, thrusting into you hard and fast.
“Right… fucking… there…harder Dom,” you moan while I'm hitting the place inside that makes you squirm in pleasure.
“Shit Matt, you feel so fucking good.”
I heard you gasp in pleasure, writhing. I can feel the hair on the back of your neck standing up. We found the rhythm of our movement and soon both of us are gasping, breathing heavily, our moans only noise that could be heard from inside the bus.
“Dom…I need….please….oh lord…fucking touch me,” you beg me as I felt your entrance clenching tightly, a sign that you are close to your orgasm. Immediately I grab hold of your huge cock and stroke it in time with my thrusts. You arch your sweaty back into me. The way your body was positioned sent me over the edge: Your head dipped sideways into my pillow, both hands opening and closing in pleasure, your loud cries of ecstasy making me deaf to my own cries and, finally, your face contorted happily in pain and pleasure.
“Matt…bloody hell!” was all I could say after my orgasm was finally released. Soon after, you followed me, screaming my name, your breathing shallow while still coming, your fluid shooting hard out of your dick.
I remove my cock from your arse, undo the handcuffs, and flip you over. I dip my head into your groin and take your cock into my mouth, licking the juice that is left there. Another set of groans is what I heard from you while I continued to suck your dick, teasingly licking the slit. I felt your hands in my hair, grasping onto it tightly. I look up to see your face. It was a look of utter satisfaction. I continued sucking your cock until I feel your balls twitch, another orgasm soon coming. I expertly deep throat you and simultaneously hum, sending vibrations onto and around your member.
“Holy fuck! Dom!” you scream. You rode out your second orgasm, making me gag for a while. Without hesitation I swallowed all of it, licking my lips in the process. I climb up and kiss you hungrily. You moan into my mouth when I slide my tongue inside your lips, letting you taste your own juice. We were both running out of air so I stopped kissing you and laid my head in the crook of your neck, still breathing heavily and feeling exhausted from the hot sex.
“I guess I’ll wear that shirt again on our next gig,” you proclaim while giggling.
“And then I’ll fuck your brains out again,” I say simply, both of us grinning. “Hmm, sounds like a plan to me, Matt.”
Author: gee_tarded
Characters: Matt and Dom
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dom's reaction to Matt's....well read it so you'll find out about it :p
Feedback: Very much appreciated
Disclaimer: NEVER HAPPENED, If it were I wouldn't tell you lot in the first place lmao
Notes: Thanks to my very patient and very supportive beta dolce_piccante This is again a first person point of view..again it's Dom. Hope you enjoy reading it. Cheers!
Monterrey, 16th of July. I can already hear the crowds screaming their lungs out, waiting for us to be on stage. Unfortunately, the show was being held off for a while because you decided at the very last minute that you needed to go back to the dressing room. We were all baffled as to what might be in the dressing room that you have forgotten to bring. I don’t want to think it’s a quick wank you’re aiming at. Knowing you, you’d rather have a quickie under my hands.
I’m not sure how many minutes have passed. I’m pretty certain it’s less than 10 minutes, as you have promised us before, but what’s important is you’re already back with us, panting like a dog. At least you really tried to be quick. I don’t want to imagine how you forced yourself to run that fast on your, I must say, poor, short legs.
It's when you asked for a towel to wipe your face that I noticed your shirt. So that was the reason behind the quick return to the room then? I haven’t seen that shirt before or maybe I have but didn’t give much attention to it. Is it just me or did you leave your shirt half way unbuttoned? Shit, you are really such a tease. That creamy skin of your chest is showing every time you move. I could already imagine my hands caressing that part of your body.
Okay, this is not the right time to get a hard on. Bloody hell, the things you do to me Matt.
I should tell you about the opened shirt but Tom, being an impatient prick, aggressively pushed us onto the stage, making the fans scream louder than usual. The moment the spotlight shines on you I swear my ears are on the edge of bleeding. It really is deafening. Fans, mostly ladies, went mental, screaming like loons, either because you’re waving at them enthusiastically or because they are happy to see us. Actually, more at the sight of you, not us, since me and Chris are still on the dark or because of that shirt you’re wearing. I really cannot take my mind off that bloody shirt of yours.
Suddenly, you look at me. It's one of the menacing look I really don’t want to see right now. Damn it, sorry! I should start hitting my drum kit now as I’ve noticed your fingers impatiently hovering on the strings. The moment you pluck the strings and the synth comes in the crowd roared. It's amazing how people recognize the first song.
Ahh. Heaven.
It’s not just them who like this song so much, you know. I’ve been insisting that we should include this in our setlist but being the main man, or shall I say dominant man, you always get away with what you want.
Another look from you is sent my way. I shriek. Am I fucking up the tune!? Clueless, I decided to finally pay attention to the gig and not play in an autopilot mode instead enjoy this night. This night full of flesh showing off, mind you not just from the crowd I am referring to.
It is going well now, I’ve forgotten what my mind has been boggling me for a while when suddenly you approach my place and did your infamous guitar raping. Great! How sadistic, cruel and evil man can you be Matt? I badly want to fuck your brains out right in that very spot. Thank goodness the crowds keep me sane, for how long, I’m not sure.
Almost done now, finally, just one final song and I can have my quick run to the loo and have a wank. It’s not easy being seduced in front of many people. I will get my proper revenge later tonight in the tour bus. The trouble you got yourself into Matty boy will surely be unforgettable.
Here it is the final riff we’ve practiced in your flat the whole week. Even I can’t believe how amazing it sounded. It seemed much better inside the arena I must say. One more note and we are done here. I was readying myself to hit the high hats for a grand finale when you suddenly pluck another note from your Manson, it’s the wailing sound your kaoss pad creates. Both Chris and I look at you puzzled, we didn’t practice this and you didn’t mention this one in our sound check today. You walk in my direction shrugging your shoulders, it was a sign that me and Chris can hit any notes as long as we make some noise. Frustration building up in me because of the delay I hit my drum with more force than usual producing sounds that are a bit rough from the crowds ears, it made them mental. The ending was blurry I saw you waving your hands on the crowd before I leave the stage in a hurry to get back in our bus.
The walk to the bus was excruciatingly painful as my dick was hard as rock. I can't be arsed to stop in our dressing room because, at the moment, I really need a proper wanking or all hell will break loose at this leg of the tour. I finally reach my destination, half limping from the tight pants I am donning. Hands fumble lousily with the door keys but I manage to let myself in, not even bothering to switch on the light as I hurried myself to my bunk, stumbling over some items laying on the floor.
Upon reaching the bunk I immediately remove my sweat soaked shirt when I notice someone standing in the doorway of the bunkroom. I could tell it was you from the way you stand in the dark, relaxed with the 'I-don’t-give-a-care' look. I stand there for a second, frozen. How you managed to follow me that quickly I'll never know, though you seemed to move a lot quicker today. You smirk as if you’ve read what’s on my mind. I could tell your eyes were dark, filled with lust even in the dimly lit room. You let your eyes feast on what’s in front of you: my half naked torso. I shied away for a second, not fully prepare to let someone see me in my vulnerable state right now especially not from you but it seems you are enjoying my little suffering. You move away from where you are standing, slowly approaching me with a questioning look.
In one swift movement you closed the gap between us, body pressing together, and your hands on my hips holding me tightly in place. I squirm at your firm hold at me, your hot breath bouncing in my face. I can tell that you are breathing heavily, its a sign that both of us are arouse. Without uttering any words you crash your lips to mine, hungrily, tongue poking out to taste mine. I let you control me, my knees are beginning to shake from the sweet sensation of your tongue and saliva combined. I moan in your mouth just to let you know how much I really want this, hands grabbing your mane to hold you close into mine. You let go of my mouth only to breathe in for a second. I feel your lips on my neck leaving wet trails in the process, I call out your name in pleasure, my cock twitching in pain and anticipation. I rub my pelvis in yours to make you realize that someone needs attention luckily you seem to notice it as I heard you growl.
Your hands were suddenly in the seam of my trousers, anxiously removing my belt. You’re fumbling with it for a minute then I heard you sigh, “It won’t come undone”. I smile at your desperate voice, removing your hands on me I easily undo my belt and rip open my trousers, quickly pulling down my boxers along the way.
“Ooooh fuck…Matt,” was the only thing I could say the moment I felt your hand on my hardness, your hand that expertly stroked my cock hard and slow to make me choke out. Your free hand is on my shoulder, pushing me down into my bunk. In that fleeting second I remove your hands from my body, smirking at the confusion written all over your face.
“You’ve been a bad man Matty,” are the words I choose to say to let you know that I will be in control tonight. I want my retaliation and, luckily for me, I don’t need to work on how to lure you in, now that you’re with me. You tilt your head and quirk your eyebrow in question, and let go of my cock.
I grip your shoulders as we switch places, your back facing my bunk. My hands automatically go straight to your chest, opening the buttons of your shirt while I kiss your lips hard, teeth clashing to one another as you return my kiss with much fervour. I feel your hand on my arse as you grind your hips in mine, your erection nudging my pelvis. We both moan, giving me more reason to continue stripping your clothes off. Finally I undo your shirt and you wiggle it off your body. Your hands immediately start undoing your belt and flies too fast, so fast that you almost tear them apart. Both of us are naked, breathing heavily from the feeling that we're teetering on the edge.
“You got plans?”
Your eyes look sinister and dark as you ask me the question. I grin at you. I hadn't thought about that but, now that you asked me, an idea has come up. I leave you for a while to trawl in my bag, looking for something that is essential for your punishment, my hands blindly looking for the handcuffs. Grinning like a cheshire cat I turn around and wave the item I'm holding in front of your face. The look on your face made me snigger: Petrified yet happy about what I’m going to do to you. Without further ado, I clasp the handcuff on one of your wrists while guiding you down into my bunk, the other end looping around the post and clasping on your other wrist. I was contemplating if I should be rough or gentle with you but when you look back at me with a smirk written on your lips, eyes as dark as the sky outside, I decided that no matter what method I do you’ll enjoy it. You are a kinky bastard after all.
I spank your arse and you jump in shock, making me giggle. I can feel your arse brushing against my member and it made me stir a bit. I hit your arse again.
“You’re such a fucking tease,” another blow on your right cheek, “seducing me like that with that bloody shirt of yours,” and another one making you cry in pain. I lost count of how many times I spanked you until I couldn't wait anymore and had to shove my cock into your tight entrance.
“Oh my fucking god…Dom!” You breathe hard trying to get a grip.
“That was my intention,” I say, you smirking with your eyes half closed. I didn’t move for a while, letting you adjust to the new feeling.
“Fucking move.”
I could see your right hand clutching at the sheet tightly, bracing yourself for what’s to come. Slowly I moved my pelvis, teasingly slow, making you suffer for a while but then my balls started to ache and I had to move in a rush, thrusting into you hard and fast.
“Right… fucking… there…harder Dom,” you moan while I'm hitting the place inside that makes you squirm in pleasure.
“Shit Matt, you feel so fucking good.”
I heard you gasp in pleasure, writhing. I can feel the hair on the back of your neck standing up. We found the rhythm of our movement and soon both of us are gasping, breathing heavily, our moans only noise that could be heard from inside the bus.
“Dom…I need….please….oh lord…fucking touch me,” you beg me as I felt your entrance clenching tightly, a sign that you are close to your orgasm. Immediately I grab hold of your huge cock and stroke it in time with my thrusts. You arch your sweaty back into me. The way your body was positioned sent me over the edge: Your head dipped sideways into my pillow, both hands opening and closing in pleasure, your loud cries of ecstasy making me deaf to my own cries and, finally, your face contorted happily in pain and pleasure.
“Matt…bloody hell!” was all I could say after my orgasm was finally released. Soon after, you followed me, screaming my name, your breathing shallow while still coming, your fluid shooting hard out of your dick.
I remove my cock from your arse, undo the handcuffs, and flip you over. I dip my head into your groin and take your cock into my mouth, licking the juice that is left there. Another set of groans is what I heard from you while I continued to suck your dick, teasingly licking the slit. I felt your hands in my hair, grasping onto it tightly. I look up to see your face. It was a look of utter satisfaction. I continued sucking your cock until I feel your balls twitch, another orgasm soon coming. I expertly deep throat you and simultaneously hum, sending vibrations onto and around your member.
“Holy fuck! Dom!” you scream. You rode out your second orgasm, making me gag for a while. Without hesitation I swallowed all of it, licking my lips in the process. I climb up and kiss you hungrily. You moan into my mouth when I slide my tongue inside your lips, letting you taste your own juice. We were both running out of air so I stopped kissing you and laid my head in the crook of your neck, still breathing heavily and feeling exhausted from the hot sex.
“I guess I’ll wear that shirt again on our next gig,” you proclaim while giggling.
“And then I’ll fuck your brains out again,” I say simply, both of us grinning. “Hmm, sounds like a plan to me, Matt.”