Fic- My Silly Half Done Song
Title: My silly half-done song
Author: mercury973
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: R
WARNINGS: None
Summary: College AU- This is for the Valentine's day challenge.
Prompt: The boys have had a huge fight right before Valentine’s Day and have broken up. Matt desperately wants Dom back so he decides to serenade him (publicly or privately - your choice).
Disclaimer: 100% fake. Never ever happened and no offense is intended. This is the first time I have ever atempted a fic challege and I'm terrified it's crap. Also, I could not get the formatting correct so if it looks bad, it's my fault. Betaed by the wonderful pwoperninjaelf and torra who took my gibberish and made it a real story.
“Mate, you sure about this?”
“Absolutely.”
This was it. It’s now or never, Matt, so nut up and get in there. I had to make up for the complete prat I was last weekend.
***earlier***
“Matt, you’re never serious. I need to know that you’re serious about us.”
“I seriously love that arse in those tight jeans.”
“Matt.”
“Yes? I can be serious, but come on! Isn’t it more fun to just take thing as they come? I don’t want to be tied down at 19.”
“I get that; I really do, but I don’t think you’re as invested in our relationship as I am.”
“What are you saying?”
“.....Maybe it’s time to take a break. Not *forever,* but just to see if we both want the same things out of a relationship.”
***now***
I spent the rest of that weekend eating whatever junk food was in the cupboards. I think I might have gained a bit of weight after eating as many jaffa cake as I could get my hands on. My belly is poking out over my belt, which made me think of how cute Dom would find that...and now I’m sad again. I moped about and kept asking Chris for advice. Suddenly, the best idea popped into my head. I knew what I could do to show Dom how I feel about him, but I needed some help. I went over to our dorm and asked Chris to help me out today.
It’s not my fault he didn’t lock the door. I’ve never heard Kelly scream as loud as when I saw what they were doing on the couch. I will never sit on that couch again.
Gathering as much courage as I could muster, I slowly opened the door to the art room. The class was almost over and it was the time to do this. I’ve been working on a song recently that makes me think of him. He wanted me to be serious about this relationship? I can fucking do that!
Chris pulled my head back and popped his head into the class asking “Mr Roberts? May I have a word?”
“Certainly. What can I do for you?”
“Can we speak in the hall?” he asked, kicking backwards and nailing me in the thigh. Bastard. He opened the door wide and they both left.
It’s showtime.
I carefully held the strings on my acoustic guitar as I slipped into the class. I spotted my target by the windows. His golden hair glowed in the sunlight but he didn’t look too happy. It could be because he was not happy with his work but I also know that he’s been as miserable as I have been. And now it's the day before Valentine’s Day and I want him back. I crossed the room without him noticing and stood behind him. He took a step back and collided directly into me. I would have fallen if it wasn’t for me grabbing onto his arm.
“Wha? Matt? What are you doing here?” he whispered to me. “Why are you in my class?”
I took a deep breath and said, “I miss you. I am serious about us. I’ve never been more serious. I want to show you how seriously serious I am about us.” I strum my guitar as all the noise in the classroom stops and all eyes are on us. Too late to back out of this now.
I started the song that I had been messing about with that never really was finished. Every time I would work on it, it reminded me of Dom so I secretly think of it as our song. Speaking of, I looked up at him and saw the shock on his face. In for a penny... I continued serenading him.
Everyone’s eyes were on the two of us. That normally would made me nervous, but I didn’t care. I wanted Dom to know just how much he means to me. I know I have trouble opening up about me. I’ve always kept things light and on the surface, but these past months with him have shown me that this is it: he is the man for me. I don’t want to lose him.
As I finished the song, I braved another look at him. This time, he didn’t look upset; he looked happy. Very happy. He was once again wearing that big, beautiful smile of his. It made me smile back, equally big. I just kept repeating a mantra in my head ‘Please take me back. Please take me back’. I was shaking by the time I finished the song and just stood there awkwardly. It’s up to him now. Please take me back.
In the space of a breath, he reached out for my hand and held it tight. Tears prickled in my eyes and I looked into his smoky grey ones. I think my heart stopped for a moment.
“Let’s get out of here, yeah?” he asked, pulling me towards the door.
We ended up at my dorm. It wasn’t as clean as Dom’s place, but I didn't want to risk Tom interrupting us. I needed to show Dom how serious I was about us. I locked the door and pulled Dom down to sit next to me in the lounge.
“I missed you. I’m serious about us. Very serious. I’m so sorry that I didn’t show you before how I feel. Please take me back. I will do anything, well, not anything; I won’t rob a bank if that is what you had in mind. But I would stand up to any bullies or any black helicopters that might be flying around. Basically, didyoumissmetoo?” I spat out.
“I missed the verbal diarrhea, Bells,” he said with a smile. “I missed you too. I’m so sorry that I gave you that ultimatum. I need to take you for who you are.”
“No, I need to show you how much you mean to me. And with Valentine’s Day tomorrow, I thought a grand, romantic gesture would work. But then I chickened out and went with a silly half-done song. But I am serious about us. Not just for the 14th of February but the other 364 days of the year. Even leap years! Don’t you think that is the oddest thing? Leap years. We leap over not add to..”
I wasn’t able to finish my no doubt profound statement about calendars in the best possible way. His warm lips against mine. I sighed into the kiss as his tongue found it’s way into my mouth. I moved onto his neck for a bit when I decided that I needed to give him a treat. I pushed him back against the couch and, while looking at him straight in the eyes, moved my hands down to his fly and started to unzip his jeans.
“Matt! Really?” he questioned.
“Yes, really,” I replied. “I missed your voice, I missed your smile and I missed your kisses. I got all of them back. But what I really miss is your taste.” I finished as I reached into his boxers and pulled him out. Hearing his gasp was music to my ears as I began to slowly stroke him. His skin was so soft and warm. All of him is warm. I was a fool to chance letting this go. I finally broke eye contact and lowered my face down to meet his hardening cock. A quick swipe of my tongue had him gasping again. I couldn’t take it any longer. I dove down and took in as much of him as I could. His cockhead hit the back of my throat, but I wasn’t born without a gag reflex for nothing. As I sucked him this first time, I could hear him swearing above me. Fuck? Can do, my friend.
I began to suck harder as I stroked the base of his shaft, feeling his soft hair on my skin. Feeling a little brave, I reached my other hand down between his legs and gently cup his balls, causing him to just about shoot up off the couch. “Easy,” I murmured and went back to long sucks on him. I felt hands in my hair and he began to pull on the strands as I sped up. Honestly there is nothing more powerful than bringing a man to orgasm with your mouth. And I’ve become a God damned expert at pleasing Dom. His trembling told me that he wasn’t going to last much longer. I sucked as hard as I could on him, until his full body release shot down my throat. I wish I could say I didn’t choke, but I did. A bit.
Whatever.
The fingers in my hair loosened and began to stroke my head as I kissed his tip and looked up at him. I will never get tired of seeing the absolute bliss written all over his face. He pulled me up and I gingerly straddled his lap as our mouths and tongues collided. He hummed as he could taste himself inside me. Inside me. I needed him inside me.
“Are we back together officially? I mean, if not, well, I can deal but I really like you and I think you like me too, so... yeah?” I asked hopefully.
“Yes, idiot. And now how about I give you your Valentine’s gift?” he said pushing me off. He stood and took my hand. I followed his lead down the hall and to his bedroom where was soon able to feel just how much he missed me.
End