Cerulean: (16A/?)
Pairing: Belldom
Type: AU
Summary: From the lovely prompt
wallflower02 gave me. Matt and Dom on a cruise they never wanted to be on; 14 days through Hawaii.
Feedback: Prevents icebergs from occurring.
Disclaimer: None of this ever happened. The story belongs to me, but the real people do not. No defamation is intended.
AN:
ms_belle10 and
dolce_piccante have made sure I haven't turned this into some three hour tour. I know, this hasn't been updated in approximately forever. But here it is. Enjoy! This was spliced into two back to back because LJ kept freaking and told me it was too long. That's what she said.
Dom rustled under the sheets and rolled over to wrap his arm around Matt. Instead, his arm hit the mattress. Confused, he moved his hand around, thinking the brunet moved to the edge of the bed. Dom opened his eyes and noticed the bed was empty. He sat up and looked around their suite, the room was silent.
“Matt?” Dom called but there was no answer. Worried to where his concussed patient ran off to, he scurried out of bed and ran to the bathroom to find clothes to pull on. Rescuing jeans and a shirt from the dirty laundry pile he got dressed. He stepped into his flip flops and made sure he had his key before he left to find Matt.
“Going somewhere?” a voice called from the balcony.
A mixture of relief and irritation flooded Dom. “Where the fuck were you?!” Dom said as he stepped out onto the balcony to join Matt. The brunet was in his basketball shorts and white t shirt again. For a moment, Dom wondered how many crisp tees Matt had packed. “I woke up and you were gone.”
Worry flashed across Matt’s face. “I’m sorry, Dom. I didn’t want to wake you. i just stepped out to get more Gatorade. Really, I didn’t mean to be like that.”
Dom nodded. “You feeling okay? I was thinking you had wandered off to find a nurse in stockings or something,” the blond grinned.
“I’m great,” Matt smiled. “And Tom wouldn’t wear the high heels like I requested.”
“What a bastard,” Dom said sarcastically.
“He’s the worst,” Matt said.
The brunet leaned in a kissed Dom. Dom’s arms wrapped around Matt’s waist as he pulled him closer, as he leaned against the tall balcony banister. Matt’s slid down the back of Dom’s briefs, to grip his bum.
“Why are your pants always so bloody tight?” Matt murmured in between hungry kisses.
“I know, it’s even worse when you get me hard like this.” Dom replied as his grinded his erection against the thin material of Matt’s shorts.
Matt removed his hands and his fingers clumsily tried to undo the clasp of Dom’s trousers. He pushed down the jeans and Dom kicked them off.
“Why don’t you relax, Dom? Stretch out on the chaise,” Matt suggested as he took a half-step back. Dom still continued to kiss him, unaware of what Matt offered.
“Mmmm...do what now?” He pulled back and looked at Matt, Dom’s blond hair fluffing in the breeze.
Matt reached out and peeled Dom’s t-shirt off. “Lay down,” Matt told Dom as he gestured to the lounge. “Get comfy.”
“On my back or...?” Dom asked as he knelt on the plush cushion of the chair.
“However you’d like,” Matt said as ducked into the room to grab something. He returned to find Dom stretched out on his stomach, arms folded and hands under his chin.
The brunet climbed on the chair and straddled Dom’s waist. Matt grabbed the bottle of Dom’s coconut oil and flicked the cap open with his thumb.
“What are you doing with my tanning oil?” Dom said.
“How did you know?” Matt asked, caught.
“I can see out of the corner of my eye,” Dom said dryly.
Matt said nothing and poured a few drops down Dom’s muscular back, liquid pooling along his defined spine. He closed the bottle and set it back on the table. With both hands, Matt began deeply massaging Dom’s shoulders which caused the blond to groan.
“What are you doing with my tanning oil?” Dom asked again, this time it was harder for him to grind out the words.
“Rub down,” was all Matt said as he continued to work his hands into Dom’s muscles. He pressed the heels of his hands and worked in methodical circles along Dom’s back.
“This is...great,” Dom groaned as he relaxed under Matt’s touch.
“I have no idea what I’m doing,” Matt confessed as he worked. “This okay?” he asked as his long fingers rubbed Dom’s neck.
The blond hummed as Matt’s fingers ghosted his over his warm skin. Matt pressed his lips between Dom’s shoulder blades. “You should roll over,” his voice rumbled. He moved on the chaise, so Dom had space to flip over.
Rolling his hips, Dom changed position so he was on his back. He tried to casually hide his erection and folded his hands over his briefs as he looked up as Matt. Matt rolled his eyes and grabbed Dom’s hands and moved them. He once again took his place, straddling Dom’s waist. He leaned forward and pressed a slow, wet kiss to Dom’s neck. “Getting you hard was the point,” he said in Dom’s ear.
Matt grabbed the coconut oil again and struggled with the slippery bottle as he fussed with popping the cap open. He drizzled the clear oil down Dom’s chest and watched the liquid run through the paths of Dom’s tight muscles. His hands moved to spread oil on the blonds pecs, running in slow and smooth circles. Matt’s fingers ran over Dom’s nipples a few times before lightly twisting.
Dom let out a nasaly whimper, his eyes watched Matt’s long fingers tease his nipples. Matt leaned down and sucked Dom’s left nipple while tugging the other. He slowly rocked his hips as he rubbed his bum against the blond’s erection. Matt’s teeth carefully pulled on the peaked nub as he hummed and tugged on the skin.
“Oh fuck me....” Dom moaned as he bucked on the chaise. He felt the sweat gathering on his lower back. “Keep doing that and I’m going to c-come,” Dom stammered as he moved again to find friction with Matt.
A wicked grin danced across Matt’s lips. He stopped teasing Dom long enough to peel off his shirt and drop it to the ground. He slipped his hands under the waistband of Dom’s briefs and pulled them off in a quick movement. Before Dom could react, Matt gripped the base of the blond’s dick as he gave a suck on the head. Matt sucked greedily as he bobbed his head, wasting no time, finding a fast rhythm.
“Cunting hell!” Dom shouted as Matt took his cock to the hilt. He resisted fucking Matt’s mouth and let the brunet set the pace. “Oh fuck yes!”
Matt continued to suck Dom as he slide two slick fingers between Dom’s cheeks to tease his entrance. He curled his index finger and pressed it into the tight ring of muscle. He made quick work of stretching Dom and added a second finger as he scissored deep inside the blond. With his other hand he worked up and down Dom’s shaft in smooth, strong strokes; still sucking sweet precome from Dom.
Dom thrashed on the chaise as he tried both trusting into Matt’s mouth and onto his fingers at the same time. “Want to come,” Dom groaned.
Matt shook his head and pulled his mouth away, causing Dom to whimper. “I wasn’t done yet,” Matt said coyly. He twisted his fingers and brushed the tips against Dom’s prostate. He pulled his fingers from Dom’s body and reached in his pocket. He took out a wrapped condom and held it between his lips. He stood and undid the drawstring and let his basketball shorts fall off his hips.
“You planned this,” Dom said. He reached down to stroke himself as he watched Matt unwrap the condom and unroll it down his cock..
“Possibly,” Matt replied, the corners of his mouth twitching in a smirk. He knelt on the chaise and grabbed the coconut oil and squeezed a few drops onto his fingers and then slicked the condom. Matt grabbed his cock and pushed against Dom’s entrance and inserted the first few inches.
“More!” Dom groaned as Matt slowly slid in. The blond squirmed on the chaise and hooked his ankles behind Matt’s lower back. He pulled, trying to bring Matt deeper.
After a pause, Matt pushed in the rest of the way and buried his cock into Dom’s tightness. “I should have done this sooner,” he grunted as he thrust forward. “Much sooner. Fuck yes!” Matt shouted as he slammed into Dom.
“God yes...Fuck! Right there, don’t stop,” Dom moaned as he wrapped his arms around Matt’s torso. His nails dug into the brunet’s creamy skin, leaving behind tell-tale marks. “Don’t fucking come yet, so close.”
Matt nodded and grinned, surprised at Dom’s bossiness, but still aroused by his commanding nature. He paced his thrusts for stamina and duration. His shoulders burned from holding himself up over Dom. He collapsed on Dom’s chest and still thrusted. The oil-slick on Dom’s pecs made for a slippery surface, as was Dom’s back when Matt tried to hold on.
“Oh god, Matt!” Dom screamed. He reached down and slid his hand between their bodies and gripped his dick. He felt the sticky precome pooling in his belly button and dripping across his stomach. His back arched as the spring of his orgasm was about to snap. “Harder, Matt. Please!”
Matt shook his head, his long hair sticking to his sweaty forehead and hanging in his eyes. His hips pistons as he drove into Dom completely with all the force he could summon. He slid against Dom’s body and attacked his mouth. Matt bit Dom’s bottom lip and then forcefully sucked on the swollen flesh.
Dom laced his fingers and tugged on Matt’s hair as he returned the vicious kiss. He pulled Matt’s tongue into his mouth, as he fought for dominance. His moans hummed into Matt’s lips as his orgasm arrived. His eyes shot open and he gazed into Matt’s brilliant blue eyes. Dom pulled his mouth away and gasp for hair.
“Oh god, yes. Yes!” Dom shouted.
Matt’s body shook as his orgasm followed. While Dom was a screamer, Matt’s orgasm was a breathless marathon finish. He panted and fought for air as his body quaked. Matt collapsed on Dom’s chest, completely spent. He felt the come sticking between their stomachs.
Dom ran his fingers through Matt’s damp hair. “Wow,” he breathed.
Matt nodded. He slid out of Dom and rolled off the chaise. He slowly shuffled into the room to dispose of the condom and to find a towel for Dom to clean off with.
He returned to the chaise and melted onto the chair next to Dom. “You’re a bossy....bottom,” Matt mumbled as he tried not to giggle.
“Am I?” Dom asked as he wiped his stomach off and threw the towel to the side. “Sorry. Never done it before.”
Matt raised an eyebrow. “Really? You haven’t....Oh fucking hell. There’s no easy way to phrase it. This is embarrassing. Well, yeah. But I liked it. You’re fun,” Matt said, his cheeks turning red.
“And you’re a hellcat in the sack,” Dom replied sweetly. “Want me to go get your clothes? I know you don’t like being naked.”
“Mmmm, no. It’s fine. This is nice,” Matt purred. “Balcony is nice and private. No one can see us.”
“OH BUT THEY CAN HEAR YOU!” Sven yelled across to his neighbors, he stood in his bathrobe, swirling a mimosa in his champagne glass.
The two Englishmen froze.
Matt stood and greeted Sven. “Sorry about all that,” Matt said sheepishly.
“Oh, don’t be. I’m just so glad you’re doing better since the concussion, darling. And don’t worry, we can’t see anything,” Sven assured Matt. He looked over the balcony down to the walkway a few levels down to a gathering of passengers. “Though the sharks down there wondered who was going at it so vocally...”
“Oh,” was all Matt could say as he felt his cheeks tint again in embarrassment.
“Don’t worry about it. It was a great performance----I have to go. Erik is yelling at me from the room. Apparently I’m ruining the moment between you two.” Sven winked at Matt and went back into his room.
Dom reached out and yanked Matt’s hand and pulled him back to the chaise. “You look really good naked,” he told the brunet as he kissed Matt’s neck. The pair curled up in the warm sun, both smelling of coconut and enjoyed the span of quiet.
“Oh, and you if two are still out here, and I know you are, you’re invited to dinner tonight with Erik and I,” Sven yelled as he ducked back onto his balcony. “I’ll leave you two alone now. You kids use protection,” he cackled.
“Yes, Sven,” Dom called back, laughing. He kissed Matt on the shoulder. “What are we doing today? How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine. Head hurts from his fist but I’m alright.” Matt smiled and closed his eyes, just happy to be around Dom. “You should decide what we are doing today. I picked yesterday and look where it got me.”
“You got a lap dance though,” Dom reminded Matt.
“That Captain Chris interrupted,” Matt countered as he poked Dom in the ribs.
The blond shook with laughter. “Yeah, he kind of did. You were quick at hiding your hardon though,” Dom said as his fingers skittered across Matt’s inner thigh.
“What can I say? I’m polite,” Matt replied as he grabbed Dom’s hand. “Dom, what are we doing today?”
“Why do we have to do things? Why can’t we stay here?” Dom said as he wrapped a leg around Matt’s waist to pin him to the chaise. He leaned forward and kissed the brunet and pulled Matt’s bottom lip between his teeth. “I like here.”
The architect hummed and returned Dom’s kiss. “Okay, I see your point.”
Type: AU
Summary: From the lovely prompt
wallflower02 gave me. Matt and Dom on a cruise they never wanted to be on; 14 days through Hawaii.
Feedback: Prevents icebergs from occurring.
Disclaimer: None of this ever happened. The story belongs to me, but the real people do not. No defamation is intended.
AN:
ms_belle10 and
dolce_piccante have made sure I haven't turned this into some three hour tour. I know, this hasn't been updated in approximately forever. But here it is. Enjoy! This was spliced into two back to back because LJ kept freaking and told me it was too long. That's what she said.
Dom rustled under the sheets and rolled over to wrap his arm around Matt. Instead, his arm hit the mattress. Confused, he moved his hand around, thinking the brunet moved to the edge of the bed. Dom opened his eyes and noticed the bed was empty. He sat up and looked around their suite, the room was silent.
“Matt?” Dom called but there was no answer. Worried to where his concussed patient ran off to, he scurried out of bed and ran to the bathroom to find clothes to pull on. Rescuing jeans and a shirt from the dirty laundry pile he got dressed. He stepped into his flip flops and made sure he had his key before he left to find Matt.
“Going somewhere?” a voice called from the balcony.
A mixture of relief and irritation flooded Dom. “Where the fuck were you?!” Dom said as he stepped out onto the balcony to join Matt. The brunet was in his basketball shorts and white t shirt again. For a moment, Dom wondered how many crisp tees Matt had packed. “I woke up and you were gone.”
Worry flashed across Matt’s face. “I’m sorry, Dom. I didn’t want to wake you. i just stepped out to get more Gatorade. Really, I didn’t mean to be like that.”
Dom nodded. “You feeling okay? I was thinking you had wandered off to find a nurse in stockings or something,” the blond grinned.
“I’m great,” Matt smiled. “And Tom wouldn’t wear the high heels like I requested.”
“What a bastard,” Dom said sarcastically.
“He’s the worst,” Matt said.
The brunet leaned in a kissed Dom. Dom’s arms wrapped around Matt’s waist as he pulled him closer, as he leaned against the tall balcony banister. Matt’s slid down the back of Dom’s briefs, to grip his bum.
“Why are your pants always so bloody tight?” Matt murmured in between hungry kisses.
“I know, it’s even worse when you get me hard like this.” Dom replied as his grinded his erection against the thin material of Matt’s shorts.
Matt removed his hands and his fingers clumsily tried to undo the clasp of Dom’s trousers. He pushed down the jeans and Dom kicked them off.
“Why don’t you relax, Dom? Stretch out on the chaise,” Matt suggested as he took a half-step back. Dom still continued to kiss him, unaware of what Matt offered.
“Mmmm...do what now?” He pulled back and looked at Matt, Dom’s blond hair fluffing in the breeze.
Matt reached out and peeled Dom’s t-shirt off. “Lay down,” Matt told Dom as he gestured to the lounge. “Get comfy.”
“On my back or...?” Dom asked as he knelt on the plush cushion of the chair.
“However you’d like,” Matt said as ducked into the room to grab something. He returned to find Dom stretched out on his stomach, arms folded and hands under his chin.
The brunet climbed on the chair and straddled Dom’s waist. Matt grabbed the bottle of Dom’s coconut oil and flicked the cap open with his thumb.
“What are you doing with my tanning oil?” Dom said.
“How did you know?” Matt asked, caught.
“I can see out of the corner of my eye,” Dom said dryly.
Matt said nothing and poured a few drops down Dom’s muscular back, liquid pooling along his defined spine. He closed the bottle and set it back on the table. With both hands, Matt began deeply massaging Dom’s shoulders which caused the blond to groan.
“What are you doing with my tanning oil?” Dom asked again, this time it was harder for him to grind out the words.
“Rub down,” was all Matt said as he continued to work his hands into Dom’s muscles. He pressed the heels of his hands and worked in methodical circles along Dom’s back.
“This is...great,” Dom groaned as he relaxed under Matt’s touch.
“I have no idea what I’m doing,” Matt confessed as he worked. “This okay?” he asked as his long fingers rubbed Dom’s neck.
The blond hummed as Matt’s fingers ghosted his over his warm skin. Matt pressed his lips between Dom’s shoulder blades. “You should roll over,” his voice rumbled. He moved on the chaise, so Dom had space to flip over.
Rolling his hips, Dom changed position so he was on his back. He tried to casually hide his erection and folded his hands over his briefs as he looked up as Matt. Matt rolled his eyes and grabbed Dom’s hands and moved them. He once again took his place, straddling Dom’s waist. He leaned forward and pressed a slow, wet kiss to Dom’s neck. “Getting you hard was the point,” he said in Dom’s ear.
Matt grabbed the coconut oil again and struggled with the slippery bottle as he fussed with popping the cap open. He drizzled the clear oil down Dom’s chest and watched the liquid run through the paths of Dom’s tight muscles. His hands moved to spread oil on the blonds pecs, running in slow and smooth circles. Matt’s fingers ran over Dom’s nipples a few times before lightly twisting.
Dom let out a nasaly whimper, his eyes watched Matt’s long fingers tease his nipples. Matt leaned down and sucked Dom’s left nipple while tugging the other. He slowly rocked his hips as he rubbed his bum against the blond’s erection. Matt’s teeth carefully pulled on the peaked nub as he hummed and tugged on the skin.
“Oh fuck me....” Dom moaned as he bucked on the chaise. He felt the sweat gathering on his lower back. “Keep doing that and I’m going to c-come,” Dom stammered as he moved again to find friction with Matt.
A wicked grin danced across Matt’s lips. He stopped teasing Dom long enough to peel off his shirt and drop it to the ground. He slipped his hands under the waistband of Dom’s briefs and pulled them off in a quick movement. Before Dom could react, Matt gripped the base of the blond’s dick as he gave a suck on the head. Matt sucked greedily as he bobbed his head, wasting no time, finding a fast rhythm.
“Cunting hell!” Dom shouted as Matt took his cock to the hilt. He resisted fucking Matt’s mouth and let the brunet set the pace. “Oh fuck yes!”
Matt continued to suck Dom as he slide two slick fingers between Dom’s cheeks to tease his entrance. He curled his index finger and pressed it into the tight ring of muscle. He made quick work of stretching Dom and added a second finger as he scissored deep inside the blond. With his other hand he worked up and down Dom’s shaft in smooth, strong strokes; still sucking sweet precome from Dom.
Dom thrashed on the chaise as he tried both trusting into Matt’s mouth and onto his fingers at the same time. “Want to come,” Dom groaned.
Matt shook his head and pulled his mouth away, causing Dom to whimper. “I wasn’t done yet,” Matt said coyly. He twisted his fingers and brushed the tips against Dom’s prostate. He pulled his fingers from Dom’s body and reached in his pocket. He took out a wrapped condom and held it between his lips. He stood and undid the drawstring and let his basketball shorts fall off his hips.
“You planned this,” Dom said. He reached down to stroke himself as he watched Matt unwrap the condom and unroll it down his cock..
“Possibly,” Matt replied, the corners of his mouth twitching in a smirk. He knelt on the chaise and grabbed the coconut oil and squeezed a few drops onto his fingers and then slicked the condom. Matt grabbed his cock and pushed against Dom’s entrance and inserted the first few inches.
“More!” Dom groaned as Matt slowly slid in. The blond squirmed on the chaise and hooked his ankles behind Matt’s lower back. He pulled, trying to bring Matt deeper.
After a pause, Matt pushed in the rest of the way and buried his cock into Dom’s tightness. “I should have done this sooner,” he grunted as he thrust forward. “Much sooner. Fuck yes!” Matt shouted as he slammed into Dom.
“God yes...Fuck! Right there, don’t stop,” Dom moaned as he wrapped his arms around Matt’s torso. His nails dug into the brunet’s creamy skin, leaving behind tell-tale marks. “Don’t fucking come yet, so close.”
Matt nodded and grinned, surprised at Dom’s bossiness, but still aroused by his commanding nature. He paced his thrusts for stamina and duration. His shoulders burned from holding himself up over Dom. He collapsed on Dom’s chest and still thrusted. The oil-slick on Dom’s pecs made for a slippery surface, as was Dom’s back when Matt tried to hold on.
“Oh god, Matt!” Dom screamed. He reached down and slid his hand between their bodies and gripped his dick. He felt the sticky precome pooling in his belly button and dripping across his stomach. His back arched as the spring of his orgasm was about to snap. “Harder, Matt. Please!”
Matt shook his head, his long hair sticking to his sweaty forehead and hanging in his eyes. His hips pistons as he drove into Dom completely with all the force he could summon. He slid against Dom’s body and attacked his mouth. Matt bit Dom’s bottom lip and then forcefully sucked on the swollen flesh.
Dom laced his fingers and tugged on Matt’s hair as he returned the vicious kiss. He pulled Matt’s tongue into his mouth, as he fought for dominance. His moans hummed into Matt’s lips as his orgasm arrived. His eyes shot open and he gazed into Matt’s brilliant blue eyes. Dom pulled his mouth away and gasp for hair.
“Oh god, yes. Yes!” Dom shouted.
Matt’s body shook as his orgasm followed. While Dom was a screamer, Matt’s orgasm was a breathless marathon finish. He panted and fought for air as his body quaked. Matt collapsed on Dom’s chest, completely spent. He felt the come sticking between their stomachs.
Dom ran his fingers through Matt’s damp hair. “Wow,” he breathed.
Matt nodded. He slid out of Dom and rolled off the chaise. He slowly shuffled into the room to dispose of the condom and to find a towel for Dom to clean off with.
He returned to the chaise and melted onto the chair next to Dom. “You’re a bossy....bottom,” Matt mumbled as he tried not to giggle.
“Am I?” Dom asked as he wiped his stomach off and threw the towel to the side. “Sorry. Never done it before.”
Matt raised an eyebrow. “Really? You haven’t....Oh fucking hell. There’s no easy way to phrase it. This is embarrassing. Well, yeah. But I liked it. You’re fun,” Matt said, his cheeks turning red.
“And you’re a hellcat in the sack,” Dom replied sweetly. “Want me to go get your clothes? I know you don’t like being naked.”
“Mmmm, no. It’s fine. This is nice,” Matt purred. “Balcony is nice and private. No one can see us.”
“OH BUT THEY CAN HEAR YOU!” Sven yelled across to his neighbors, he stood in his bathrobe, swirling a mimosa in his champagne glass.
The two Englishmen froze.
Matt stood and greeted Sven. “Sorry about all that,” Matt said sheepishly.
“Oh, don’t be. I’m just so glad you’re doing better since the concussion, darling. And don’t worry, we can’t see anything,” Sven assured Matt. He looked over the balcony down to the walkway a few levels down to a gathering of passengers. “Though the sharks down there wondered who was going at it so vocally...”
“Oh,” was all Matt could say as he felt his cheeks tint again in embarrassment.
“Don’t worry about it. It was a great performance----I have to go. Erik is yelling at me from the room. Apparently I’m ruining the moment between you two.” Sven winked at Matt and went back into his room.
Dom reached out and yanked Matt’s hand and pulled him back to the chaise. “You look really good naked,” he told the brunet as he kissed Matt’s neck. The pair curled up in the warm sun, both smelling of coconut and enjoyed the span of quiet.
“Oh, and you if two are still out here, and I know you are, you’re invited to dinner tonight with Erik and I,” Sven yelled as he ducked back onto his balcony. “I’ll leave you two alone now. You kids use protection,” he cackled.
“Yes, Sven,” Dom called back, laughing. He kissed Matt on the shoulder. “What are we doing today? How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine. Head hurts from his fist but I’m alright.” Matt smiled and closed his eyes, just happy to be around Dom. “You should decide what we are doing today. I picked yesterday and look where it got me.”
“You got a lap dance though,” Dom reminded Matt.
“That Captain Chris interrupted,” Matt countered as he poked Dom in the ribs.
The blond shook with laughter. “Yeah, he kind of did. You were quick at hiding your hardon though,” Dom said as his fingers skittered across Matt’s inner thigh.
“What can I say? I’m polite,” Matt replied as he grabbed Dom’s hand. “Dom, what are we doing today?”
“Why do we have to do things? Why can’t we stay here?” Dom said as he wrapped a leg around Matt’s waist to pin him to the chaise. He leaned forward and kissed the brunet and pulled Matt’s bottom lip between his teeth. “I like here.”
The architect hummed and returned Dom’s kiss. “Okay, I see your point.”