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Feel-good, one-off.
Cheesier than ever. ^^

“Hey Bells, mind to give a hand?” I called after you.

You stopped, turned around, looked at me and cocked your head aside and oh my, didn’t you just pout? As how well I knew you by now I wasn’t surprised, rather scared, when that devilish smile crept upon your beautiful face.

“So, where do you want it Dominic?”

I rolled my eyes and kept walking towards you, stubbornly trying to ignore that tingle in my stomach. The space between us decreased drastically as you met me in the opposite direction.

“Maybe you want it…” you were now only half a metre away, reaching out for my waist. “…Here. Or why maybe you want it…” you slid your hand backwards and down to rest in the curve of my lower back. “…Here.”

I tensed my jaw, eyes nailed at the tongue of yours wetting your lips. Your hand slowly moved down to firmly grab my ass. I swallowed a moan as your hand sneaked upon my inner thigh. As I happened to know how extremely impatient and stubborn you are and just because I loved to tease you, I stretched my back and gently pushing the bag onto your chest.

“Maybe you could begin with help me with this one, eh?”

You muttered something inaudible and took one of the handles, much to your reluctant. We kept walking the peaceful path down to the sea and I more than well knew that I was going to pay for this bad behaviour later.

Finally we reached the seashore with that little jetty. We settled down on a patch of grass on the mountainside and you immediately started to change to trunks. I cocked an eyebrow in your direction, receiving only a crooked smile of yours before you ran out on the jetty.

“Hey Matt, wait would you?” I called after you.

You stopped on the end of the jetty, sitting down on the edge with your legs dangling. “Only if you hurry up.” You teased.

I undressed to boxers, being extremely aware of your eyes on my back as I bent over the bag, franticly digging after my trunks. I swore generously for myself as I couldn’t find them.

“Matt, have you seen my trunks?”

There was seconds of silence before you answered. “No…”

“That’s funny, ‘cause I can’t find them. I’m absolutely sure I packed them…” I started to mutter to myself. When did I last see them? I took them from my drawer, then I rolled them into my towel, folded it and-… Oh no… I looked down in the bag, only to find the towel crumpled and pressed to a little ball. You. Only you could do something like that, though we both knew so well that I was the responsible and caring enough for us both.

Without a word I took your towel, stretched my back and slowly walked the jetty. I stopped beside you, receiving the most angelical face of yours. Now there was absolutely no doubt anymore.

“So Matt… Why did you, cough, forget to pack my trunks down?”

Your jaw dropped. Gosh, you could actually look convincing if you only wanted to. “Me? But I’m absolutely sure I saw you pack them down-…”

“No Matt, you didn’t. You were in the kitchen, dear. There is no way you could see that. Unless-…”

“Are you saying that you ain’t got any trunks with you?”

I was surprised that you still looked so cool about it. “Yes Matthew, I do.”

The slightest of smirks crept onto your face. Now this was the Matt Bellamy I knew. “How sad. I guess you have to-…”

“Yes exactly.” I interrupted. “I will stay here on the jetty and read the book that I fortunately brought with me.”

That disappointed face of yours was absolutely priceless, totally gorgeous. “You brought a book with you? When you got me? What for? Afraid you’d get bored?”

“You never know.” I tried to hide my smirk. We both knew so well that I would never, could never; get bored in your company.

“No, please don’t.” You pleaded.

“Don’t what, Matthew?” I said demanding.

“Don’t be boring. Don’t read. Bath with me. Please, Dom. Pwetty, pwetty please.” Oh my, I don’t think I have ever seen you pout as much like that.

“I was planning doing that, yes. But when things come across; I don’t have any trunks.”

“Screw that.” You said quickly.

My jaw dropped. “You what, Matt? You’re sitting here telling me to skinny-dip?”

And then you had that pleasant grin again. This was what you had planned, you bastard, wasn’t it? “Yes, I do.”

I groaned.

“What? No one comes here except from you and I, you know that. And it’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before…”

I couldn’t help to laugh at the latter. “No, that’s true. But, but… I guess you get what you want.”

“As always.” You said, completely pleased with yourself. “Now, are you going to step out of those boxers or am I supposed to help you?”

I remained quiet, as if I was considering your question. As you were obviously in a hurry you jumped up on your feet, placing your hands on my hips and pulled me closer.

“I guess” you moaned, nose tips stroking against each other’s and I felt your warm breath upon my own. “…The latter one then.” Your fingers played with the waistband before sliding one hand inside to grab my ass before removing them entirely.

Before you could even consider do something else I dropped your towel and threw myself into the sea. Screaming at the sudden cold as I reached to surface I teasingly looked up on you on the jetty.

“It’s cold. I bet you won’t even dip your toes, you little coward.” I said with challenge.

As I knew how soon you started to freeze and shiver, yet how much I knew you wouldn’t say no to a challenge you slowly climbed down the jetty.

“You’ve got a sweet ass, Bellamy.” I teased, loving how I had you wrapped around my little finger. “Too bad I can’t touch it from here. I think you will have to-…”

“Iiih! It’s freezing!” you shouted as soon as you dipped your big toe.

“Told you.” I laughed and started to wade in your direction.

“Hold it right there, Howard. I know what you’re doing. I can hear you.” Another toe, another shriek.

“Want any help?”

“No thanks, I know what help from you me-… fucking hell Dom!” you cried when my chilled hand came to rest on the back of your thigh. “Seriously Dom, it’s stone cold!”

“Just come in here, would you?” I pulled my arms around your waist and pulled you backwards before you could even think and I splashed into the water on my back with you over me.

As we swam up to the surface again you started to scream. Not that I was surprised. Of course not.

“Fuck you Dom! Jesus it’s freezing!”

I laughed at your panic and turned you around to face me and gently kissed you. This seemed to slacken you a little cause you moaned into my mouth.

“Fucking bastard, Dom. That was really rude.”

“I know that, Matt. I’m sorry, but you deserved it.”

“Me? What have I done?” Oh dear, you could really be innocent sometimes.

“Confess.” I smirked. “Confess that you threw my trunks out on purpose. You wanted me to skinny-dip didn’t you, filthy little bastard.

“So what if I confess; what will you do about it?” you said cocksure.

“Oh Mathew, I don’t think you don’t want to know.” I whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“Maybe I do. Why don’t you… show me? Remember you are the naked one here, not me.”

I lifted you up, lighter than ever in the water, and you closed your legs around my waist. I slowly started to walk back towards the ladder and pushed you against it. “I don’t think that matters, Matthew.”

You moaned as I slid my hand inside your trunks, starting to stroke you. “Jesus Dom…” I felt my own, slightly exposed, arousal grow as you started to thrust into my hand, your arms around my neck.

“Matt…” I couldn’t help groan, my semi hard erection nudging against your ass making you top my groan.

You lent down to kiss me sloppily, your hands on the back of my head, tongues stroking against each other’s. As we remained like this for the next following minutes your pants grew more rapid and your thrusts more impatient.

“So close Dom…” you moaned in my ear. This only increasing my strokes and therefore your screams. “Fuck Dom, I swear I’m…” One thrust from my hips and you came, spurting into my hand inside your trunks. Still thrusting slowly, you panted exhaustingly; placing wet kisses along my neck. “Thanks, baby.”

I smiled warmly to you, rubbing our nose tips together. “My pleasure. Quite literally.”

“Yes I can feel that.” You smirked, loosing your legs around my waist to stand on the seabed and grab my cock.

I gasped, receiving yet another devilish smile of yours.

“On the ladder.” You commanded and I obeyed, climbing up so the water surface reached to my upper thighs, eyes never leaving yours.

It was almost in slow motion I saw you leaning your head in against me, resting your forehead onto my lower stomach before taking me into your mouth.

“Oh God Matt… Feels so fucking good.” I moaned, clinging onto the ladder to support my, already weakening, legs. You started suck at the very top, making my stomach twist and hips slowly thrusting into your mouth to feel as much as possible of it. Your hand stroked my groin and slowly found it’s way upwards, gently fingerling on my balls. It felt like we had only remained like this for a minute or two when I suddenly felt my orgasm rise all the way down from my toes. Keen on savouring every blissful moment of you surrounding my cock I pulled my hands through your hair, pushing you closer onto me, before reaching the peak. As you moaned around my mouth as this, only hastening my orgasm, I tried for my life to utter the words that strangled my throat.

“Matt… oh fuck. I’m coming.”

You moaned as I did, swallowing every single drop of me. My legs were shaking by now and you climbed up on the ladder, face to face with me. At the moment, as in every moment with you, words seemed so superfluous; so overestimated. There was no word in the world that could describe this, us. Not even ‘love’ was enough. You smiled. And I smiled back. We lent in for a kiss, passionate than ever, before we both climbed upstairs. Because of my lack of covering, I quickly picked up my boxers and ran up to get my towel on the mountainside.

“Dom?” I heard you from behind.

“Yes?” I turned around and saw you standing on the jetty still, embracing yourself with cold.

“Where- where’s my… towel?” you shivered, rattling teeth.

I looked around, suddenly remembering that I brought it with me out on the jetty. As I looked out on the sea I could see something white floating on the surface about two hundred metres far out. Before I could prevent myself from, I started to laugh uncontrollable. Your eyes followed my glance and you froze when you saw what I saw.

“You… bastard. It’s my towel, isn’t it?!” you wailed.

“Sorry.” I sulked between the laughter. “I didn’t throw it, I swear to God I did only put it on the jetty.”

You started to walk in my direction and if I hadn’t concentrated so keenly on breathing, I had been afraid of you.

“You… deserve… a place… in hell, Dominic Howard. I will fucking freeze to death because of you.” And that was true. I could literally hear your teeth rattle from here.

“Okay, okay Matt. I’m sorry, you know I really am.” My laughter finally ebbing away.

“So what will you do about it?”

“Hey, we’re all squared now, ok? I ain’t got any trunks, you ain’t got no towel.”

You cried out, actually making me feel bad guilty.

“Okay sweetie, come here.” I said, holding out my arms to reach you. “I brought a blanket with me, you can have that one.”

This actually made your face shine and I smiled back.

“Come here. Step out of those wet trunks and I’ll get the blanket for you.”

You obeyed and sat down on the patch of grass, pulling your knees against your chest to warm yourself. I gently wrapped the blanket around you and sat down beside you. You rested your head against my shoulder and I slid a hand around your waist to rest on your hip.

“Matt…?”

“Yes?”

“You’re still shaking.”

“I- I know… It’s cold.”

“No Matt, it’s not. It’s August.”

“Can’t help it.”

“I know.”

“Mind joining me under the blanket?”

I smirked to myself. “Why, thank you Matt. What have I done to deserve this honour?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “Being so irresistible and beautiful I guess. And, of course, it will make me warmer.”

Offering, you removed the blanket so I could enfold us both with it. You sighed. A deep heartily sigh as you once again rested your head against my shoulder, eyes locked on the horizon.

“What is it, sweetheart?” I said, lightly kissing your hair.

“I just can’t believe it.”

I smiled in your hair, feeling my heart take some extra, happy beats, for you.

“It seems so far out. I never thought this would happen to me. Disappearing somewhere in that line between heaven and sea. So far away to reach out for but still not impossible. And you, Dom. Causing it all. And I never know if I should thank you or not.”

“Matt.” I felt my eyes watering. “What are you talking about.”

You turned your head to look straight into my eyes. Into the own Atlantis in your eyes. Lost but never forgotten, so deeply. “My towel, of course, you wanker.”

My heart seemed to miss a beat and them I burst out laughing. “Dork.” I slapped your back head.

“No one calls me dork unpunished.” You said darkly, pinning me down on the ground on top of me.

My hands ran to your bare chest and gently started to rub it. You hummed and sank down to firmly lie onto me, skin brushing against skin and your cheek rested on my chest. I scratched your back with my nails, feeling your skin goose pimple. I rested one hand in the curve of your lower back and the other one on your sweet little ass. You kissed my collarbone before nuzzling down in the crook of my neck. Feeling suddenly sleepy I cuddled up on your shoulder, giving it a feather light kiss before closing my eyes. I could hear you mumble something against my skin, the tremor and smooth of your voice making me feel so protected and safe. With your body pressed next to mine, the horizon growing darker, silence filling the air, I drifted off to sleep with your words in my ears:

I’ll feel my soul crumbling away

And falling away

Falling away with you…