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Sequel to Preparations.
It came to my mind as I walked off the stage one and a half hour later. I had been the one in charge onstage. I was the one who could have played with him. He was the one sat behind, forced to look at my back all the time. And if I knew Dom right; that was just what he had been doing the whole show.
I walked off the stage, not even noticing my increasing pace until I entered the dressing room and found myself alone. I sat down in an armchair to catch my breath and I started to wonder why the hell I hadn’t teased the shit out of Dom as he had done with me.
The sound of steps and voices increased and soon the room was filled with people. Some happy, some exhausted. Some horny.
And yes, that would be Dom, not me.
He crossed the room, his firm glance never leaving mine, and stood behind me. He slowly bended over and breathed hotly in my ear, repeating the previous act.
“Let’s get back to the hotel, yeah?”
I smirked to none in particular but myself, pleased than never before to hear the impatience and needing in his voice. “Already? I want to be a little social first. We just finished.”
Either he noticed the malicious tone in my voice or just understood I was throwing his own treatment back in his face, because he didn’t say anything more. But I could feel him panting in my ear, and God knows what ran through the mind of his at the moment.
We stayed at the arena, probably longer than necessary due to my operation - tease Dom, but as the two of us, together with Chris, sat in the taxi on our way back to the hotel I couldn’t stop wonder who to get a punishment; me or Dom self, as I had intended from the beginning.
I looked out through the window, the rain smattering against the glass, watching people fleeing from the rain for their lives. I felt a hand landing on my knee, fingers tapping impatiently and I turned my head to gaze at Dom’s profile. And my, oh my, wasn’t that a smirk playing at the corner of his lips?
I turned my head to look out through the window again, biting my lip and smiling as I felt his fingers caressing their way up my thigh, barely even touching me. I leered over Dom to check Chris, who had turned his back to us, resting his underarms against the door and looking out through the window at his side.
I had a briefly look at Dom as he licked his lips, just not as discreetly as you may think, and I turned my head away quickly to stifle the giggle that was bubbling in my throat. His hand kept wandering upwards and did not stop until it reached my crotch, lightly squeezing and groping me.
I sank down in my seat, making myself even more comfortable due to the hand between my legs and tried to stay as calm as possible. But as always, it was obvious that a certain person beside me had other plans.
To my surprise I felt him moving his hand upwards, sneaking under my t-shirt to rub my stomach and I was just about to turn my head to look at him as I felt him playing with the waistband of my jeans. I mean, oh no... He wasn’t going to...? Was he? No, not even Dom would...
I threw my head back and bit my lip so heard it drew blood to prevent the load moan to escape my mouth as I felt him sneak his hand inside my jeans and boxers to lightly stroke me. And that was when I decided that it was, indeed, Dominic Howard who deserved a punishment later, not me.
After a traumatized drive in the cab, mostly for me containing biting my own hand to not scream out loud as a certain person gave me a fucking hand job next to our best friend and a stranger, we finally arrived at the hotel. I threw the door open and ran up the stairs to the entrance, hearing Dom chuckle behind me, leaving them both to pay the taxi.
Lucky as I was, the building was more or less empty on people for me to reveal my obvious, second hard-on that day, to. However, the elevator seemed to take forever and both Dom and Chris managed to show up before the elevator did. I cursed to myself, panicking, due to hiding more than obvious erection to a poor oblivious Chris.
“How’s going, mate?” smirked Dom, and God, could someone just punch his malicious face?
I cleared my throat. “Fine, why are you asking?”
“You look... keen.”
“On what?”
“I don’t know. That’s what I’m wondering.”
“Well, I can inform you that I am very keen on this elevator to fucking arrive!” I banged my fist on the elevator button in frustration, and only then did it actually arrive.
I threw myself inside as soon as the doors parted, quickly followed by Chris and Mr Cocksure himself. I turned my back to them and faced the furthest wall, convinced that it was the best way to hide from them both. It had been, if it wasn’t for the mirror hanging on the wall. My eyes locked with Dom’s reflection and refused to look away. Had I told him recently how gorgeous he was? Hopefully; because he fucking was. The dark blonde hair, even more ruffled than the style was intended to this short after a gig, his warm eyes that always shone and watched the people around him with admiration. His soft, but oh so cared of, skin, his nose and his smile, shining brighter and heating me even more than the sunlight itself.
As we arrived on our floor we exited the elevator and Chris took the corridor to the left with a ‘see you mates’, leaving Dom and me walking side by side to the nearest room - mine.
Thinking that leaving my hard-on with no attention and therefore make it calm down, was naïve of me. In fact, it only made it worse, because the longer we walked, the more I thought about what was about to come, the nearer we came my room, the worse it got.
We stopped outside the door and I started to fumble after my key, hands practically shaking. I could see Dom’s smirk in the corner of my eye and turned around to not let him distract me more than he already was, due to his obvious presence. Seeing it as it worked perfectly, I found the key and shakily started to unlock the door, only to hear the rustle of Dom nearing himself and before I had the chance to think he placed his hand on my arse, lightly squeezing and massaging.
I gritted my teeth, determined to open that door before I went insane, failing miserably to lock the feeling of his hand caressing my skin away.
Without any warning, or sign of being ridiculously erected - me similar, he spun me around and shoved me up against the door, clasping our lips together hard. I shut my eyes open, moaning in approval, not the least prepared to get captive, which is even underestimated being called breathtaking, meaning Dom is your captivator.
Leaving the key in the locker, I took a hard grip around his shoulders, lightly letting them follow the curves of his upper body. God, he constantly made sure to let me know just why I had fall so hard for him.
He took a step forward, leaning into me and pressing our crotch together, the friction increasing the pace of lips and the roaming of our hands even more. He released one of the hands clasping my face to blindly fumble on the handle, groaning into my mouth as realising it was still locked.
“But for fuck’s sake…”
I couldn’t even be bothered to laugh at the edginess in voice, which I usually found highly amusing. He reached behind me to turn the key, resulting in his warm body leaning onto me even more. He pulled the handle, kicking the door open with his foot and shoved me inside with his hands clutching onto my collar. He pushed me further inside the dark room, his lips never stopping to work its magic on my neck. After several stumbling and pulled down items, he shoved me down on a chair and climbed off me with a last chaste kiss.
My heart seemed to stop in the fragment of a second, my burning lips dying down with his absence and I blindly reach my hand out to get even a briefly touch of him.
“Dom?” My voice was barely even a whisper.
I heard the sounds of footsteps decrease, heading against the door, threatening to leave.
“Dom? Where are you-… Dom?”
I couldn’t believe he actually was going to leave me in this state two times on one day. That was beyond unfair. It wasn’t even like him to do that. And especially not since I happened to know we were just in the same state.
I glanced at the ray of light that the ajar opened door left, waiting to see it get obscured by his silhouette. I heard the door close and before I knew it, it was only darkness around me, not a single sound to confirm that I wasn’t alone.
The aching need my pulsing crotch spread throughout my whole body replaced the anger I felt. I quickly undid my belt, dying for release. But there was something more than the sound of the zip that echoed between the walls.
“Someone’s in a hurry.”
I nearly jumped out of my skin, gulping loudly as I could see the vague shape of his face glistening in the moonlight behind my back.
“You actually thought I was going to leave you? Like this? Think again, baby.” He stopped right before my knees, placing his hands upon them and slowly moved them upwards.
“Well, that didn’t seem as much of a problem right before the gig, did it?” I said, throwing my head backwards and biting my lip, as the touch of his hands seemed almost electrical.
“I didn’t intend to-…”
“Bastard. You actually think I’ll buy that? You left me, not only to suffer a fucking hard-on for one and a half hour, but also desperately trying to hide it behind a fucking guitar!”
“Matt, I promise I didn’t… I didn’t do it on purpose. How can I ever,” he took a step forward, sitting down on and straddling my lap, “make it up,” he lent forward to clutch his hand into my hair and kissed me deeply, “to you?”
I swallowed hard, actually not expecting him to be so sensitive about it. “You, um… maybe you could…”
“Hmm?” he tilted his head to place his sweet kisses along my jawbone and down the side of my neck. There was always something he did that succeeded in getting me stunned, almost paralysed under his touch.
I moved my hands to his back, stroking it and slowly dragged my fingers downwards to play with the waistband of his ridiculously tight jeans.
“You could strip for me. Could you do that Dominic?”
Something in his eye ignited and a devilish smirk slowly crept upon his features. “I guess I could…”
He heaved himself off my lap to stand before me, looking down on me and placed a hand on my cheek to rub it with his thumb before he started to finger on the thin gold necklace around his neck. He took a good minute to just stay still and watch me, increasing my obvious impatience.
Only when I shifted on my chair, whining and extending my hand to touch him, he started to move. His fingers started to toy with the seam of his tee, lifting it up painfully slow, making sure to stretch out every visible stomach muscle before my eyes to make my head swim.
Only when he turned his back to me, bending over and almost pressing that tight arse down on my lap, I got aware of the present. My eyes landed on the tousled dark blonde locks, dying to pull my hands through the silk of it. Roaming over the smooth skin of his neck, my glance dropped down to follow the sharp line of his spine, shooting up as a bow with the arch of his back and finally landing on his perfect ass. I lifted my hand from hanging loosely down my side to brush against the material of his jeans, my eyes rolling back in my head as I groped him firmly.
“Dom…” my voice was rusty with the stimulation I felt and I couldn’t help myself but putting my hands on his hips to pull his arse up and meet my crotch, desperate to feel him.
“Matt,” I heard him gasp for breath and when I opened my eyes I found him frozen with his hands on the shoelaces, “Matt, that feels amazing.” He turned his head to look at me and moved one hand to rest on the bulge in my trousers. “You should just feel that. You could actually poke someone’s eye out with that.” And with a smirk he turned around again, untying the last lace and kicked his shoes off.
When he stood up and turned to face me again, my breath got caught in my throat and I desperately choked to get it back. The sight that met my eyes was the kind of sight you see before you in your most perfect dreams. But Dom wasn’t only my dream. Not anymore. He was stood right before me, with the moonlight shimmering on the smooth of his abdomen, with the starlight depicting in his eyes, the celestial of his beauty making every part of me spring to life and longing to set free. He wasn’t only beautiful. His figure did not only take my breath away. He wasn’t only stunning. He was divine. Every single inch of him.
He unbuttoned his trousers, pulling the zip down and let the cloth fall to the floor. I was beyond the point of being relieved to find him at least as hard as I was, his erection straining against the thin of his boxers, begging of me to touch it. I was beyond the point of caring whom to get a punishment for unjust treatment; the only thing I begged was for him to kiss me. I was beyond the point of doing anything that could hurt him. I was love-stricken, head over heels in love. It was somehow frightening me, yet it was the most innate feeling I had ever beheld. And I was definitely beyond the point of letting this stillness go on for any longer.
I stood up, his eyes flickering over my face and I leant in for a passionate kiss, needing for him to know how much, just how important he was to me.
He softly moaned into my mouth and pulled his arms protectively around my waist. I took a few steps forward, backing him towards the bed and threw us onto it. I rose on my elbows and heaved myself to up put my head down on the pillow, soon covered by Dom, having his hands on either side of my head and his mouth clasping onto mine, roughly tonguing me. I broke away, franticly gasping for air, only to bring our face closer again and sloppily kiss him.
“God, you’re perfect.” I panted, the ecstasy of his blissful lips making it blacken before my eyes. “C’mon baby; more…”
He cried out, taking a steady grip around my neck, nibbling and licking my nipple before sucking on my collarbone, leaving a fresh hickey upon my skin shining with red lustre.
“Fuck, I want you so much Matt.” He breathed, mouth wide open.
I gripped the side of his neck, looking into his eyes firmly, my mind thrilled only by the intension that lingered there. “Take me. Take me, Dom.”
With a loud moan he bended down to suck my bottom lip before sliding down my body to my feet, pulling at my still unbuttoned trousers. I pulled my white tee over my head whilst he threw away my socks and trousers, finally crawling up my body again. I looked up on him, resting my hands in the curve of his smooth back, just smiling at having him so near.
“Why all smiley?” he smiled sweetly and fingered at my hair.
“Your presence, Dom. Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” I moaned, my hands clasping his hair as he bended down to kiss me forcefully.
And with that his hands started to roam over my chest, roving down to tug at my boxers, indisputably as eager as me. He pulled them down and off, me tugging just as impatiently on his. As he kicked them off he placed himself between my legs, resting on his underarms as he licked the skin of my throat. I looked up the ceiling, closing my eyes and just breathed the sweet scent of his hair. There was absolutely nothing I did not love with him. I couldn’t get enough of it. He was perfect. In every way.
He lowered his hand to rub the side of my hip, sliding back to my arse as I lifted my legs to clench them around his waist, thrusting up to meet his stiff erection.
“Fuck.” He shut his eyes close for a split second, inhaling sharply before he lent sideways to reach the lubrication and a condom. “Need to… got to have you, Matt. Now.”
He braced himself against the mattress, unable to do anything but pant as I slid the condom over his swollen flesh, taking my time to give him a proper hand-job before I let go of him and rested my hands under the pillow to grip it tightly, more than prepared for him to loose himself inside me. He heaved my legs further up and moved his coated fingers to my arse, sliding over my entrance. I bit my lip to prevent the scream that ached in my lungs.
“No.” I closed my eyes and shook my head.
“No?” I looked up in his eyes; blonde locks falling down, his damp forehead wetting them.
“No. Just go on. I need to feel you inside of me.” The bittersweet pain I knew was coming was far more than a reasonable price I was willing to take; all I needed was for him to absorb in me, devouring me and fill every empty space inside of me.
He bended down to give me a last soft kiss before he positioned himself and slowly pressed his head inside of me, and I could literally feel him throb. I threw my head backwards, the pain of being twisted into pieces the most delightful pain, the sight of Dom grunting and sweating above me, nearly loosing his breath the most overwhelming sight, the feeling of his heat hitting something deep inside of me the most breathtaking feeling.
He burst out in grunts, starting to thrust inside of me and the pleasure washed over me, taking out every single indication of discomfort. I pushed back to meet the smack of his crotch onto my arse, driving us both so forcefully insane.
“Fucking hell… Matt!” he screamed as I clenched around his cock, another wave of heat hitting me as he started to thrust harder, speeding up every motion. “C’mon baby, I need you so fucking much.” He hung his head, focusing on breathing and I moved one hand to clutch at his strong arm and the other one to slide between us and desperately wrapped my trembling fingers around my own erection.
“Dom… I love you.” I couldn’t help but mouth the only thing that spun around my head. “I love you. Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect. Everything about you is so-“
“Matt! Fuck, you have no idea how fantastic you feel inside. Incredible.”
“Don’t stop, just keep… just keep going, fuck, do never stop. You’re wonderful.” I let go of his arm to press my palm against the back of his head to bring our lips together, working frantically and licking each other.
He freed one fist from clutching the sheet to slid between us and join my hand pleasuring myself. He massaged my groin, increasing the warmth it spread throughout my whole body and wouldn’t let go before I came, screaming out loud, something almost puncturing my lungs and my eyes rolled back in my head as his name fell from my lips.
My insides clenching desperately finally drew him insane, chasing away all the sanity in him and made him pound the last waves of energy onto me, the stillness and silence eventually shored upon us.
When he collapsed onto my chest I held him tight, silently letting the molecules of his scent fill me. I knew it. I had always known it. Since the first day I met him. Since the day I first laid eyes on him. Since the night I had first dreamt about him. Ever since I had held him in my arms for the very first time, never letting him go, until the day I’d take the last mouthful breath of his air I will know;
He is my perfect.