Seventeen Steps (25/25)
Title: Seventeen Steps (25/25)
Author: millionstar
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Smut, language
Summary: An ending; a beginning.
Feedback: Would be lovely if you are so inclined.
Archive: Links only.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse; the following is pure fiction.
As I come to the end of SS there are a few people I must thank, because without them this wouldn't have been possible. ophelia1971, thank you so much for beta help & encouragement when I first started SS, it meant so much to me, and that's a fact. &hearts *hugs you* frolicandfall, thank you for your constant, unwavering friendship, as well as invaluable feedback; you know that without Tea & Sympathy there would have been no Seventeen Steps, so, again, thank you. &hearts theyellow_daisy, thank you for being the best wife ever and putting up with me almost spoiling you on the phone numerous times. You're the best, love. &hearts stockholmbabyx, thank you for co-writing the Tom/Paige date chapter with me and for simply being you, babygirl. &hearts
I want to dedicate this final chapter of to dolce_piccante & myz_bee. What can I say, you two? From joking about lozenges & !Nova!Rage! to the way the two of you talked me through chemo-related sickness on MSN all those nights, the two of you are precious to me. I owe you both so very much. Eternal respect, gratitude and love to you both. &hearts
To those of you who've read SS: thank you so much for sharing this with me, your support had me squeeing and feeling humbled at the same time. Because of this fic I can call so many of you friends now and that's something I've always loved about MS: yeah, it's about the fic, but it's also about so much more. I really hope this doesn't disappoint.
Right, I've rambled enough.
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten-a, Ten-b, Ten-c, Xmas Eve, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen-a, Sixteen-b, Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty, Twenty-One, Twenty-Two, Twenty-Three, Twenty-Four
The walk back to the cabin was silent, and for once they didn't hold hands, instead choosing to walk with their arms around each others waists. It didn't take long for them to get there, and as soon as they did Dominic pulled Matthew close, kissing him quickly.
"Wait here, yeah?"
Matthew nodded as Dominic walked into the bedroom and shut the door behind him. The pianist lingered outside the door of the room, but then he remembered there was a large mirror in the hallway behind him. He turned and checked his reflection nervously, so nervously that he was startled by Dominic's voice behind him after a few minutes.
"Stop fussing. You're always hot. Now, get in here," the blond grinned. Matthew obeyed and stepped over the threshold, and his mouth promptly dropped open in shock.
Candles. There were lit candles scattered across the room.
The brunet gasped, taking in his surroundings fully. His eyes fell to the small blue box in the middle of the bed, adorned with a silver bow. He turned around; Dominic was leaning against the now shut door, nibbling on his fingernail nervously.
"I hope you don't mind?"
"B-but," Matthew stuttered, "what is all this?"
Dominic closed the gap between them, reaching out and taking Matthew by the hand.
"It's a proper birthday celebration."
"You didn't have to do this," the brunet blushed, "just being here with you is enough for me."
"I wanted to do it," Dominic said quickly. "I want," he pulled him close, Matthew's arms encircling his neck, "to spoil you every day. You deserve it."
In response Matthew leaned in and kissed him softly, murmuring a 'thank you' into Dominic's lips. The blond led them to the bed and sat down, smiling at Matthew in the candlelight.
"Come unwrap your gift."
Matthew sat down beside him; Dominic putting the small box in his hand. Matthew slowly, carefully untied the bow and cast it aside before separating the paper from the corners of the box meticulously. Dominic started to tease him for opening his present so slowly, but then he remembered - Matthew hasn't experienced this feeling very much in his life before and he probably wants to savor it.
When the box was finally free from it's packaging Matthew opened it and gasped.
Tucked against midnight blue velvet was a stunning bracelet. It was silver, with black and white bars adorning the metal every inch or so.
"Dom. I love it," he whispered, grinning so hard his cheeks were sore.
Dominic took the box from him, Matthew putting out his arm automatically. As he put the bracelet on Matthew's wrist he spoke.
"I found it unexpectedly when I was browsing in town last month. The black and white spacers reminded me of piano keys, which then of course reminded me of you. I couldn't get it out of my mind; and I laid in bed one night thinking to myself that it would look gorgeous hanging from your wrist while you were playing piano."
"Thank you." He shook his head, overwhelmed. "You make me feel... God... I just, I love you so much, Dominic. Oh!" he gasped suddenly, "speaking of gifts, we have to pick up something for Paige, like her note said."
The blond stood, taking Matthew by the hand. He brought Matthew's wrist to his lips and pecked it sweetly. "And there's just one reason I love you so much. Here we are celebrating your birthday and you're worrying about making my bossy sister happy." He grinned. "Now c'mere and dance with me."
There was no music. There was no need for any. Once Matthew found himself in Dominic's arms they began to sway easily together, Dominic leading in their dance.
"Leah was sweet, wasn't she?" the blond commented.
"She was! She'll be a fantastic mother, no doubt."
"I was thinking the same thing. I've been wondering," Dominic said softly, kissing Matthew's cheek as they moved, "is fatherhood something you ever think about?"
The brunet considered this as Dominic dipped him. "Sometimes. But I had pretty much convinced myself that since my own childhood was so unhappy that I wouldn't be capable of nurturing a little one with any success. What about you?"
"Don't sell yourself short, you're amazing with Chris' kids! I adore children," Dominic answered without hesitation. "I have a definite desire to be a father, someday."
"Desire's a strong word. What else do you desire?"
The blond stopped dancing. He cleared his throat, cupping Matthew's face in his hands, Matthew shivering at Dominic's touch. Dominic looked into blue eyes and sighed sweetly before embracing Matthew tightly.
"You," he whispered into Matthew's ear, "just you."
Matthew buried his face in Dominic's shoulder, and they stayed like that for a few moments, simply swaying in the dark. Eventually, though, the blond a stray drop of moisture hit his neck. Concerned, he brought Matthew's face to his own and was stunned to see a stray tear or two in his eye.
"What's happened?" he asked, sweeping a single teardrop away with his thumb.
"You. Just you," Matthew answered softly. He closed his eyes when he felt soft kisses being placed to them.
"Please don't cry."
"They're not sad tears," Matthew replied, blinking rapidly. "How could they be? I get to spend a weekend in this beautiful place with the man I love."
Dominic cleared his throat. "Sounds like he's one lucky guy," he commented happily, "anyone I know?"
Matthew pulled Dominic close and they began to sway slowly again. "I could tell you about him if you like?"
"Please do."
Matthew laughed. "Where to start? He's kind and generous," he inched them slowly towards the bed, "he has a sweet soul that I find so endearing. He makes me want to be a better man."
Dominic swallowed, the backs of his knees hitting the mattress. He sat down, Matthew straddling him, both arms around Dominic's neck.
"Did I mention that he's the most gorgeous creature on the face of the earth?" he murmured, kissing Dominic's cheek sweetly, the blond sighing in response. "That he makes me happier than anything ever has?" Dominic laid back on the bed, pulling Matthew to him. "That the one thing I want most in life is to please him?"
The blond spoke carefully, his hands full of ebony hair. "I bet that if I were to ask him he'd tell me that he feels the same way about you." Matthew flushed a little, his eyes firmly on Dominic's as the blond studied his face intently. "He'd say that he's certain loving you makes him a better man." Dominic leaned up swiftly and placed a soft kiss to Matthew's lips before continuing, "that you've changed his life for the better... that you're his world."
The gasp that left Matthew's mouth was the only sound in the bedroom, the two of them simply holding each other tightly. Eventually Matthew sat up, straddling Dominic's groin, and rocked his hips slowly, the blond's eyes falling closed. The fact that they were still fully clothed didn't take away from the intimacy of Matthew's lazy motions, and Dominic soon found himself grinding upward in search of even more friction.
"I want you," Matthew whispered, sliding out of his gray blazer and tossing it to the floor.
The response came swiftly, easily. "I want you too. Now."
"Do you..." Matthew bit his lower lip nervously, "I was wondering..."
"What is it?"
"I mean we're here and this bed is so, well, you know, I mean look at it! And I was thinking that maybe you'd want to, oh shit, this isn't coming out like I wanted it to." Matthew said quickly, frowning. Dominic giggled at his sudden nervousness, while at the same time wondering what could possibly have him so flustered.
"Just say it," the blond teased, "come on, you're killing me!"
"Have you ever been tied up?"
Dominic's eyes widened; truth be told, Matthew's words went straight to his dick and he squirmed, his stomach doing nervous flips. "Wow. No, I-I've never done that before-"
"It's okay, forget I mentioned it. It's-"
"Matthew," Dominic grinned.
"I mean, I've never done that before either and-"
Dominic did the one thing then that he knew could get Matthew's attention, he grasped Matthew's hand and placed it firmly against the bulge in his crotch.
"You feel that?" Dominic moaned, grinding into Matthew's hand, "I want you, end of story. You, Matthew, can do anything you want with me."
Matthew smiled excitedly. "Yeah?"
"If you don't hurry I'm going to start without you," Dominic warned playfully, singing the last six words in an off-key, but adorable, voice, both of them wincing with a laugh. Matthew began to unbutton his black-polka dotted shirt slowly until Dominic sat up, pulling him close for a kiss.
"Let me do that," he requested, breathlessly, "while I can still use my hands." Dominic couldn't help himself; the chance to undress this gorgeous creature was one that he wasn't about to pass up. He took his time and once all the buttons were taken care of he slowly parted the folds of fabric. The sight of pale, perfect skin against the black material created a beautiful contrast that took his breath away. One collarbone peeked out from behind the shirt, prompting Dominic to slide it down Matthew's shoulders, moaning his approval when it fell smoothly down the brunet's arms.
Matthew couldn't take his eyes off Dominic, from the way his hair framed his face, to the stubble that was peppered across his face, to that always delicious lower lip of his. The brunet had the sudden urge to see more of him, though, and to that end he removed Dominic's white button-down with trembling hands. When they were both free of their shirts they fell into each other hungrily, savoring the feel of warm skin on skin.
"Fuck, you smell so good," Dominic purred, kissing Matthew's ear, Matthew's head falling back at the sensation. It wasn't often that Dominic cursed, but when he did Matthew had to admit that it always turned him on exponentially, and this time was no exception. The two of them were now on a mission to get naked as quickly as possible, the two of them fumbling with each other's flies hurriedly. Trousers were yanked down long legs, as were boxers, until finally there was nothing left between them.
Dominic cupped Matthew's face sweetly, bringing him close for a deep, wet kiss, their cocks sliding together from holding each other so closely. The blond released him with a groan before reclining in the center of the large bed, stretching languidly. His eyes were closed as his hands roamed across his chest, but he was nearly certain that Matthew's eyes were on him, so he deliberately teased his own nipples with his fingertips, arching his back while he did. When he finally opened his eyes Matthew was sitting before him, staring at him through lidded eyes.
Dominic licked his lips. "Do your worst," he purred, spreading his legs wide, while mimicking the motion with his arms. His limbs were in position.
He was ready.
"Are you sure?" Matthew whispered one last time, Dominic nodding in response. The blond watched while Matthew opened his overnight bag and pulled out a bundle of white material, which was actually four long, silk scarves.
"You cheeky thing!" Dominic's mouth fell open. "You planned this as soon as you saw the picture of the bed, didn't you?"
Smirking, Matthew climbed back onto the bed, grasping one of Dominic's hands, kissing it sweetly before getting down to work securing it.
"Is that too tight?"
"I like it tight. And you do too, unless I'm very much mistaken."
Matthew rolled his eyes, giggling himself now. "You know what I meant!"
"It's fine," the blond whispered. He reached out with his free hand to run his fingers through Matthew's hair once, before letting it come to a rest at the opposite post. Matthew restrained his other hand before moving to the end of the bed to give his feet the same treatment. Once he had Dominic secured he took a step back to admire the sight before him.
If it were possible, it seemed that Dominic's skin was even more golden when splayed out against the hunter green bedspread. Matthew knew every inch of this body intimately, yet he still found himself taking it all in as if this were the first time again. His eyes fell to the arches of Dominic's feet, along the long legs that Matthew knew from experience were strong when wrapped around his waist, yet soft to the touch.
Dominic watched, his chest heaving with labored breaths as Matthew continued to stare at him, prone and spread and so extremely fuckable. When Matthew began to lazily drag his fingertips across his own balls Dominic found himself tugging at the scarves, the urge to sink to his knees and bury his head between Matthew's legs an all-consuming one. Dominic's cock stood painfully between his legs and just when he thought he couldn't get any harder than he already was, Matthew proceeded to rub himself to full length as he walked another step closer to the bed.
"Unggghh, look at you," Dominic moaned. "C'mon, hurry."
Matthew grinned, slowly placing one knee on the bed, then the other, before covering Dominic's body with his own. Dominic sighed, frustrated; his instinct in these moments was to immediately wrap his arms and legs around Matthew. Still, the way this felt, simply being at Matthew's mercy, was something that he was keen to experience fully, so he gritted his teeth and decided that he could bear it.
Matthew hooked one leg over one tanned one and slid one hand beneath Dominic's warm back, the other grasping a handful of soft blond hair. Comfortably ensconced atop Dominic's body now, he set down to work, kissing one golden collarbone wetly.
"Mine," the brunet whispered into his skin as he continued his efforts. When he scooted a bit to the right to lick the base of Dominic's underarm the blond bucked unexpectedly. Matthew's tongue lapped slowly at the hair he found there, Dominic's scent making his body buzz pleasantly.
Dominic nodded deliriously. "Only yours," he panted.
Matthew slid further down Dominic's body, hissing when his cock slid deliciously against Dominic's. He had to stop for a moment, though, to suck one nipple into his mouth, flattening his tongue against the hard bud, grinning into it as he heard Dominic moan his name aloud.
Even though he was desperate to be able to touch Matthew, Dominic had to admit that this was still one of the more erotic moments he'd ever experienced. He was forced to focus on the feel of Matthew's hands and mouth on his skin and that fact alone seemed to prolong his arousal; he felt as though every nerve ending in his body was alive, screaming out.
When Matthew slid further down his body, kissing his inner thigh sweetly, Dominic shivered, his body breaking out in a sweat.
When Matthew nuzzled the base of Dominic's cock with his nose, Dominic arched his back, his mouth hung open. The brunet moved lower, his tongue emerging to lap at Dominic's balls lightly. He grinned against the darkened skin when he heard the blond cry out; this was something that always drove Dominic crazy, something that Matthew had learned pretty quickly.
In his current position, crouched between Dominic's legs, Matthew was more aware than ever before of the extreme warmth emanating from the body surrounding him. From the soft thighs that were on either side of his head or the hardened cock that was here inches from his face, Matthew was surrounded by intense heat.
"Oh God," Dominic panted, Matthew raising his head quickly.
"You okay?"
The blond nodded, his head still flat on his pillow, a huge grin spreading across his lips. "Yeah..."
"What's it like?" Matthew whispered, curious. He leaned in to kiss Dominic's inner thigh, nipping at it lightly while he waited for Dominic to answer him. Matthew was momentarily distracted, though, by the sight of his own pale fingertips caressing the golden skin he found there. Really, it was amazing to him that Dominic was tanned all over his body, but he wasn't complaining one bit. It was a delicious contrast.
"It's amazing," the blond panted, "and not being able to touch you makes it... I can't explain it. The anticipation... knowing I'm at your mercy, it's so hot, Matthew. Frustrating, though."
Matthew dove in, swallowing Dominic in one fluid motion, Dominic crying out in pleasure at the sensation of his cock being sucked so perfectly. His arse and thigh muscles tightened against their will as Matthew's head bobbed up and down.
"Matthew!" he moaned.
"Yes?" The brunet let him slide from his lips with a smirk, Dominic's eyes bugging out of his head.
"Suck me," Dominic begged.
Not missing a beat, Matthew did just that, Dominic hissing his approval. Normally right about now he would throw his left leg across Matthew's back while the brunet sucked him but the scarves prevented him from being able to. All he could do was focus on the pleasure coursing through his body right now and on the expert mouth responsible for making him feel so damned good. He raised his head for a moment; he loved the sight of Matthew's wet lips around his cock and was eager for a glimpse of that particular sight.
Dominic got a little more than he bargained for, though. Matthew was indeed giving him a world-class sucking, but he was also grinding into the duvet gently while he did. His hips mimicked the motions of his head, and Dominic gasped as he watched Matthew move so gorgeously between his spread legs.
"Dirty boy," the blond remarked with a groan, his brain melting a little when he could feel Matthew grinning around his cock.
His mouth full of Dominic, Matthew moaned low in his throat on a particularly satisfying pump of his hips. The friction he was creating against his cock was amazing, but the urge to hump the duvet harder was rising and he wasn't ready for this to be over just yet. He removed his mouth and crawled back up Dominic's body, their mouths crashing together instantly.
"Dom," Matthew whispered. His hands were everywhere at once, in Dominic's hair, tracing patterns along Dominic's bare chest. Dominic's skin seemed even softer than usual and Matthew wondered if the fact that they were both sweating so much had anything to do with that. Their cocks slid together for a moment and Matthew recreated that sensation, bucking his hips into Dominic's, the blond panting.
"C'mon," the blond gasped, "hurry. Please."
Matthew straddled his stomach, the sight of the brunet's cock so prominent causing Dominic to bite his lip. He arched his back and sighed, two fingers finding their way to his mouth and sucking wetly. Dominic's heart was pounding so hard that he feared it would burst from his chest; the knowledge that Matthew was about to prepare him made his cock twitch and his brain short-circuit.
He scooted down Dominic's tanned body and in no time at all both fingers had slid home easily. Matthew twisted them, his eyes never leaving the sight of Dominic's face contorting in pleasure. With his free hand he stroked himself, biting his lip at the sensation.
"Now," Dominic groaned.
Matthew removed his fingers and spread Dominic's thighs apart a little more. He paused for a moment, savoring the moment he found himself in. Would he always feel this way when he was about to make love with Dominic; full of love and in absolute awe that he'd managed to snag such a wonderful man in the first place?
He was certain he would.
Matthew pushed forward, groaning as Dominic enveloped the sensitive head of his cock so completely. He let his head fall onto Dominic's chest, needing a moment to collect himself. Once he'd calmed his breathing he looked Dominic in the eye as he slid deeper into him, possessing him completely, as only he could. He moved his hips experimentally, the two of them already panting.
"Always," he gasped, "you're always so tight. Oh God."
Dominic merely groaned in response, and Matthew took that as a sign to begin moving in earnest. The blond could only watch as Matthew began to move; he could feel every inch of Matthew's throbbing cock inside of him.
Matthew bit down on Dominic's neck as he pumped his hips harder. One arm was snaked beneath Dominic's back; with his free hand he seeked out Dominic's neglected cock, giving it a few tugs, the blond whimpering in response.
Dominic's legs twitched, he missed not being able to wrap them around Matthew's waist. At the same time, he pulled at the restraints around his wrists. He was stuck between wishing that he hadn't agreed to this and being incredibly turned on because he had agreed to it. Dominic decided to try and stop thinking so much and concentrate on the way Matthew felt inside him.
Matthew leaned up, still inside Dominic, and sat back on his knees. He could still lift Dominic's arse slightly, and he did just that, holding the blond by the hips, and pounded into him, seeking the spot that would make Dominic scream the most. When he hit it and Dominic's arse clenched around his cock his eyes rolled back in his head, it felt so good. Matthew flattened himself atop the blond again, craving a kiss, the two of them panting into each others mouths messily. Their movements were increasing in speed and intensity until Dominic's voice broke the spell sharply.
"Stop."
Matthew froze, his stomach lurching. That was one word he hadn't expected to hear come out of the blond's mouth tonight.
"W-what? But-"
The words were desperate, panted.
"Untie me."
Matthew looked up. Dominic's eyes were squeezed tightly shut, his lips pursed in a thin line.
"Now."
Matthew had no idea what just happened, and was wracking his brain wondering what he could have done wrong. He slowly pulled out and sat back on his knees. Dominic's next words were soft, yet pleading.
"If my hands aren't on your body in the next ten seconds I'm gonna go crazy."
Matthew actually gasped audibly, he was so relieved. He turned and quickly unbound Dominic's feet before scooting up the bed to give his hands the same treatment. The instant Dominic was free he sat up, pulling Matthew close; two warm bodies embracing tightly in the night.
"I ruined it. I'm sorry." Dominic smoothed the wet hair from Matthew's brow, pushing him down to the bed, nuzzling the brunet's nose with his own. "The things you do to me...I just," he rolled his hips against Matthew's, "I want to be able to hold you when I come."
When Matthew reached up to caress his cheek, Dominic shivered, leaning into his fingertips. "See? One little touch from you and I lose my mind." He glanced at Matthew shyly. "Forgive me?"
"There's nothing to forgive." An easy laugh escaped Matthew's lips at the mere notion of him being angry with Dominic right now. He didn't think he could ever be angry with Dominic for any reason, come to think of it. The blond must have been able to sense as much, because he relaxed, pressing Matthew deeper into the mattress, mesmerized by the way his pale, glistening, shoulder looked against the dark green bedclothes. He shook his head in wonder before catching Matthew's gaze.
"You're amazing," he whispered, "and I don't think you realize it, Matthew. You still take my breath away, just like you did the first time I ever saw you."
Matthew didn't know how to respond to that particular compliment; instead he blushed, leaning up to kiss Dominic sweetly. The two of them were still hard, though, and before it didn't take long for Dominic to prompt Matthew gently to sit up and rest his back against the headboard. It took even less time for Dominic to climb into Matthew's lap, and even less still for him to sink slowly onto the brunet's cock, the action eliciting matching moans of pleasure.
Matthew arched his back with a hiss, his fingernails digging into Dominic's thighs. "Oh, Dom," he groaned.
"This," Dominic gasped as he leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Matthew tightly, "much better. Needed you in my arms." They shared another kiss, panting into each other's mouths as Dominic rode Matthew smoothly. The two of them were too keyed up by this point; they both knew they weren't going to be able to last long.
Judging by the way the bed was rocking at this point, they were more than okay with that.
Reaching between their bodies, Matthew took Dominic in his hand and stroked steadily, his teeth nipping at Dominic's collarbone awkwardly as the blond bounced. Matthew's eyes squeezed shut as he concentrated on wanking Dominic, the searing tightness his own cock was currently sheathed inside bringing him dangerously close to the edge. Dominic's words on the train came back to him and with a grin he thrust his hips up and to the left sharply, Dominic screaming when he did.
"Dom," he panted, still working the blond's cock rapidly, "I'm so close, unngh..."
"Me too," Dominic whimpered, riding him harder than he had yet, the feeling of Matthew's hand on his cock driving him mad. Dominic groaned when Matthew's back stiffened before his eyes, his mouth hung open slightly as he came, hard, yet gorgeously, before the blond's eyes. That sight alone pushed Dominic over the edge himself.
They continued to hold each other close as they could as they rode it out together, the two of them grinding shamelessly against each other, desperate to get as much pleasure out of this as they could. Exertion got to them in the end, though, and Dominic collapsed against Matthew, completely spent, the two of them panting. When he raised himself, he winced at the sensation of Matthew's cock sliding from him. He threw himself on the bed, Matthew lying beside him, still breathing hard. Dominic's eyes fluttered shut as he reached behind himself, the feel of Matthew's release leaking from his hole making him groan aloud.
"There you are," he mumbled, his finger probing the wetness he found there. He opened his eyes; Matthew was staring at him with tired, smiling eyes. Dominic moved closer and pulled Matthew to his chest, the two of them drifting to sleep.
Dominic woke in the early morning hours, the bedroom dark, the candles having burned out long ago. He reached out blindly for Matthew but the brunet's side of the bed was cold. Once his eyes had adjusted a bit he could see that the dawn was indeed breaking. He spotted Matthew finally and got out of bed, padding to the window, where the brunet was standing. When he sensed Dominic approaching him he turned, pointing out the window. Dominic moved closer to take a look for himself at what could be commanding Matthew's attention so completely.
Mere feet from their cabin stood two deer. One, the fawn, slowly emerged from the edge of the woods, coming to stand close to the stag a few feet away. Once she was close to him she nuzzled his head with her own. Dominic reckoned it was indeed a breathtaking sight.
Matthew put his arm out, his mobile in hand and his tongue poking out the side of his mouth in concentration. Dominic bit his lip, trying not to giggle. Matthew glanced at him, but said nothing; he didn't need to.
Don't start. You know I hate using this bloody thing, it makes me feel stupid.
The blond grinned as Matthew took the picture of the deer. The two of them crowded around the phone to see what the image looked like.
Matthew had managed to get a lovely shot of the grass and trees, but no deer. He sighed, Dominic taking the mobile from him. Matthew smiled softly as Dominic held his arm out, in an attempt to take a picture of his own. With his other arm he pulled Matthew close, the brunet resting his head on one golden shoulder, both arms winding around Dominic's waist.
The shutter clicked. Instantly they mimicked their action from minutes earlier, the two of them crowding around the small screen to see the results. It was perfect; Dominic had managed to get both their faces in the shot. They were each sporting a wicked case of bedhead, and neither of them were smiling - but it didn't matter, the look in their eyes in this photo was one that represented the bond that the two of them had managed to create. It could be summed up in one word, actually.
Peace.
No words were needed either when Dominic turned the mobile off and pulled Matthew close. Together they walked back to bed, climbing in and getting under the warm covers. They held each other close, just looking into each other's eyes, neither needing anything more in that moment. Dominic reached for Matthew's bracelet-clad wrist, kissing it softly.
I love you, Matthew.
The pianist smiled, lacing his fingers through Dominic's tightly.
I love you too.
With that silent communication they fell asleep in each other's arms, where they belonged... where they would always belong.
The bond between these two would never waver.
Never.
It was still strong a couple months later when Tom helped Dominic lug heavy boxes down the hallway. Dominic winced with the effort, even though he was excited to be able to start life anew with Matthew and Nova.
"What's in these anyway?" Tom gasped.
"Umm, these two," the blond glanced at the box Tom was holding, "are clothes I think."
"Clothes? Are you kidding me, mate? Your wardrobe must be huge!"
"Of course it is, that's my Dominic," Paige smirked, emerging from Matthew's - or, Matthew and Dominic's - flat to hold the door open for the two of them. "He never met a fashion emergency he couldn't fix."
"Oi," her twin warned with a grin, "steady, you." Tom laughed and carried the box deeper into the flat, joining Matthew in the bedroom, leaving Paige and Dominic alone. He dropped his box onto the couch.
"What is it? Why are you smiling at me like that?"
Paige pulled him close. "Because I'm happy for you. So happy."
"Are you sure that-"
"Dom. Stop it right now if you're about to ask me, yet again, if I am going to be okay. I'm going to be fine, and you're just next door if I need you, yeah?" she answered softly, brushing the hair from his eyes. "Okay?"
Dominic nodded, his throat tight. "Okay."
"Right," she smiled, wiping her eye with her sleeve, "let's get you moved into your new home."
It was still strong a year and a half later on a Saturday evening in June, when Matthew stood with Tom and Chris as the three of them watched the twins make their way down the aisle. They watched, enthralled, as Dominic slowly escorted Paige towards her own new life. When they reached the altar they stopped, and embraced each other for an unusually long time, tears in their eyes. And why not, this moment in time marked a new beginning in their lives, one that was full of hope and promise instead of pain and sadness.
Matthew had to stifle a giggle when the vicar cleared his throat in an effort to speed things up and Paige merely glared at him. Finally, Dominic released her, and, defiantly, she lifted her veil to gift her brother with a kiss on the cheek. Dominic let go of her hand, catching Matthew's eyes as Paige made the last three steps that were keeping her from Tom. Even though the whole church's eyes were on the couple about to pledge their lives to each other, Matthew and Dominic only had eyes for each other.
"Love you," they mouthed to each other simultaneously.
They always would.
It would be incorrect to insinuate that there were only good times for them. They had their share of heartache, as they, over the years, experienced loss first hand. First Liam, then, a couple years later, George. If anything, though, moments like those only made them that more determined to live their lives as fully as they could. Heavy hearts often lead to that determination. It was a heavy heart, and the memory of a little girl named Ellie, who'd been given a coloring book by Dominic, that lead Paige to spent a few afternoons a week volunteering in the children's cancer ward at the hospital; to be able to offer support to little ones in such a pronounced time of need was something she became passionate about.
Each holiday, of course, was special, and were, more often than not, celebrated with Chris and his family at their house. The Wolstenholme clan had grown, as had Kelly's business, which now had three locations in town. Matthew still occasionally dropped in to make the odd delivery for them, still getting a kick out of putting a smile on someone's face any way he could.
For Matthew's part, he never stopped teaching piano; never gave up on his goal of helping nurture as many young pianists as he possibly could. Eventually he was able to open a small studio in town, complete with an aquarium full of tropical fish that his students always formed instant bonds with. Matthew loved the fish too, although none of them could ever compare to one in particular: he would never ever be able to forget his sweet lady Nova.
Dominic, at this point, had been promoted to head chef at The Blue Rose, and he tended to pop into Matthew's studio on his off days. He still loved, after all this time, to watch Matthew at the piano, from the way the silver bracelet still hung from his wrist, to the way he seemed to lose himself in his music. To Dominic, these things were precious and eternal. To bear witness to them was something Dominic never tired of, especially when Matthew was interacting with a student. He was encouraging and patient, a fantastic and efficient instructor who had gained a very favorable reputation in town.
Their bond was still strong, when, even further into the future, they planned to meet for Tom and Paige to photograph them professionally on a Sunday afternoon. Dominic had showed up early to visit with the two of them and their twins, giving his nieces piggy-back rides. He walked out into the garden at one point to peer down the street when Matthew didn't show up on time, worried about what could be keeping him. Eventually the brunet turned the corner, hurrying down the path as he caught sight of Dominic.
The little one holding his hand pointed happily when she saw the blond, her red pigtails bobbing in the sunlight.
"Daddy!"
With a glance to Matthew, who nodded his approval with a smile, she took off and ran toward Dominic, Dominic grinning as he knelt down, taking her in his arms. The little one hugged him as tightly as her little arms would allow while he peppered her face with kisses.
Matthew walked toward them, toward his ever after, and for some reason found himself counting the steps. Much to his surprise, on the Seventeenth he found himself standing with his family.
Perfect, he thought.
Dominic smiled.
Matthew was home.
(end)
Author: millionstar
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Smut, language
Summary: An ending; a beginning.
Feedback: Would be lovely if you are so inclined.
Archive: Links only.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse; the following is pure fiction.
As I come to the end of SS there are a few people I must thank, because without them this wouldn't have been possible. ophelia1971, thank you so much for beta help & encouragement when I first started SS, it meant so much to me, and that's a fact. &hearts *hugs you* frolicandfall, thank you for your constant, unwavering friendship, as well as invaluable feedback; you know that without Tea & Sympathy there would have been no Seventeen Steps, so, again, thank you. &hearts theyellow_daisy, thank you for being the best wife ever and putting up with me almost spoiling you on the phone numerous times. You're the best, love. &hearts stockholmbabyx, thank you for co-writing the Tom/Paige date chapter with me and for simply being you, babygirl. &hearts
I want to dedicate this final chapter of to dolce_piccante & myz_bee. What can I say, you two? From joking about lozenges & !Nova!Rage! to the way the two of you talked me through chemo-related sickness on MSN all those nights, the two of you are precious to me. I owe you both so very much. Eternal respect, gratitude and love to you both. &hearts
To those of you who've read SS: thank you so much for sharing this with me, your support had me squeeing and feeling humbled at the same time. Because of this fic I can call so many of you friends now and that's something I've always loved about MS: yeah, it's about the fic, but it's also about so much more. I really hope this doesn't disappoint.
Right, I've rambled enough.
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten-a, Ten-b, Ten-c, Xmas Eve, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen-a, Sixteen-b, Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty, Twenty-One, Twenty-Two, Twenty-Three, Twenty-Four
The walk back to the cabin was silent, and for once they didn't hold hands, instead choosing to walk with their arms around each others waists. It didn't take long for them to get there, and as soon as they did Dominic pulled Matthew close, kissing him quickly.
"Wait here, yeah?"
Matthew nodded as Dominic walked into the bedroom and shut the door behind him. The pianist lingered outside the door of the room, but then he remembered there was a large mirror in the hallway behind him. He turned and checked his reflection nervously, so nervously that he was startled by Dominic's voice behind him after a few minutes.
"Stop fussing. You're always hot. Now, get in here," the blond grinned. Matthew obeyed and stepped over the threshold, and his mouth promptly dropped open in shock.
Candles. There were lit candles scattered across the room.
The brunet gasped, taking in his surroundings fully. His eyes fell to the small blue box in the middle of the bed, adorned with a silver bow. He turned around; Dominic was leaning against the now shut door, nibbling on his fingernail nervously.
"I hope you don't mind?"
"B-but," Matthew stuttered, "what is all this?"
Dominic closed the gap between them, reaching out and taking Matthew by the hand.
"It's a proper birthday celebration."
"You didn't have to do this," the brunet blushed, "just being here with you is enough for me."
"I wanted to do it," Dominic said quickly. "I want," he pulled him close, Matthew's arms encircling his neck, "to spoil you every day. You deserve it."
In response Matthew leaned in and kissed him softly, murmuring a 'thank you' into Dominic's lips. The blond led them to the bed and sat down, smiling at Matthew in the candlelight.
"Come unwrap your gift."
Matthew sat down beside him; Dominic putting the small box in his hand. Matthew slowly, carefully untied the bow and cast it aside before separating the paper from the corners of the box meticulously. Dominic started to tease him for opening his present so slowly, but then he remembered - Matthew hasn't experienced this feeling very much in his life before and he probably wants to savor it.
When the box was finally free from it's packaging Matthew opened it and gasped.
Tucked against midnight blue velvet was a stunning bracelet. It was silver, with black and white bars adorning the metal every inch or so.
"Dom. I love it," he whispered, grinning so hard his cheeks were sore.
Dominic took the box from him, Matthew putting out his arm automatically. As he put the bracelet on Matthew's wrist he spoke.
"I found it unexpectedly when I was browsing in town last month. The black and white spacers reminded me of piano keys, which then of course reminded me of you. I couldn't get it out of my mind; and I laid in bed one night thinking to myself that it would look gorgeous hanging from your wrist while you were playing piano."
"Thank you." He shook his head, overwhelmed. "You make me feel... God... I just, I love you so much, Dominic. Oh!" he gasped suddenly, "speaking of gifts, we have to pick up something for Paige, like her note said."
The blond stood, taking Matthew by the hand. He brought Matthew's wrist to his lips and pecked it sweetly. "And there's just one reason I love you so much. Here we are celebrating your birthday and you're worrying about making my bossy sister happy." He grinned. "Now c'mere and dance with me."
There was no music. There was no need for any. Once Matthew found himself in Dominic's arms they began to sway easily together, Dominic leading in their dance.
"Leah was sweet, wasn't she?" the blond commented.
"She was! She'll be a fantastic mother, no doubt."
"I was thinking the same thing. I've been wondering," Dominic said softly, kissing Matthew's cheek as they moved, "is fatherhood something you ever think about?"
The brunet considered this as Dominic dipped him. "Sometimes. But I had pretty much convinced myself that since my own childhood was so unhappy that I wouldn't be capable of nurturing a little one with any success. What about you?"
"Don't sell yourself short, you're amazing with Chris' kids! I adore children," Dominic answered without hesitation. "I have a definite desire to be a father, someday."
"Desire's a strong word. What else do you desire?"
The blond stopped dancing. He cleared his throat, cupping Matthew's face in his hands, Matthew shivering at Dominic's touch. Dominic looked into blue eyes and sighed sweetly before embracing Matthew tightly.
"You," he whispered into Matthew's ear, "just you."
Matthew buried his face in Dominic's shoulder, and they stayed like that for a few moments, simply swaying in the dark. Eventually, though, the blond a stray drop of moisture hit his neck. Concerned, he brought Matthew's face to his own and was stunned to see a stray tear or two in his eye.
"What's happened?" he asked, sweeping a single teardrop away with his thumb.
"You. Just you," Matthew answered softly. He closed his eyes when he felt soft kisses being placed to them.
"Please don't cry."
"They're not sad tears," Matthew replied, blinking rapidly. "How could they be? I get to spend a weekend in this beautiful place with the man I love."
Dominic cleared his throat. "Sounds like he's one lucky guy," he commented happily, "anyone I know?"
Matthew pulled Dominic close and they began to sway slowly again. "I could tell you about him if you like?"
"Please do."
Matthew laughed. "Where to start? He's kind and generous," he inched them slowly towards the bed, "he has a sweet soul that I find so endearing. He makes me want to be a better man."
Dominic swallowed, the backs of his knees hitting the mattress. He sat down, Matthew straddling him, both arms around Dominic's neck.
"Did I mention that he's the most gorgeous creature on the face of the earth?" he murmured, kissing Dominic's cheek sweetly, the blond sighing in response. "That he makes me happier than anything ever has?" Dominic laid back on the bed, pulling Matthew to him. "That the one thing I want most in life is to please him?"
The blond spoke carefully, his hands full of ebony hair. "I bet that if I were to ask him he'd tell me that he feels the same way about you." Matthew flushed a little, his eyes firmly on Dominic's as the blond studied his face intently. "He'd say that he's certain loving you makes him a better man." Dominic leaned up swiftly and placed a soft kiss to Matthew's lips before continuing, "that you've changed his life for the better... that you're his world."
The gasp that left Matthew's mouth was the only sound in the bedroom, the two of them simply holding each other tightly. Eventually Matthew sat up, straddling Dominic's groin, and rocked his hips slowly, the blond's eyes falling closed. The fact that they were still fully clothed didn't take away from the intimacy of Matthew's lazy motions, and Dominic soon found himself grinding upward in search of even more friction.
"I want you," Matthew whispered, sliding out of his gray blazer and tossing it to the floor.
The response came swiftly, easily. "I want you too. Now."
"Do you..." Matthew bit his lower lip nervously, "I was wondering..."
"What is it?"
"I mean we're here and this bed is so, well, you know, I mean look at it! And I was thinking that maybe you'd want to, oh shit, this isn't coming out like I wanted it to." Matthew said quickly, frowning. Dominic giggled at his sudden nervousness, while at the same time wondering what could possibly have him so flustered.
"Just say it," the blond teased, "come on, you're killing me!"
"Have you ever been tied up?"
Dominic's eyes widened; truth be told, Matthew's words went straight to his dick and he squirmed, his stomach doing nervous flips. "Wow. No, I-I've never done that before-"
"It's okay, forget I mentioned it. It's-"
"Matthew," Dominic grinned.
"I mean, I've never done that before either and-"
Dominic did the one thing then that he knew could get Matthew's attention, he grasped Matthew's hand and placed it firmly against the bulge in his crotch.
"You feel that?" Dominic moaned, grinding into Matthew's hand, "I want you, end of story. You, Matthew, can do anything you want with me."
Matthew smiled excitedly. "Yeah?"
"If you don't hurry I'm going to start without you," Dominic warned playfully, singing the last six words in an off-key, but adorable, voice, both of them wincing with a laugh. Matthew began to unbutton his black-polka dotted shirt slowly until Dominic sat up, pulling him close for a kiss.
"Let me do that," he requested, breathlessly, "while I can still use my hands." Dominic couldn't help himself; the chance to undress this gorgeous creature was one that he wasn't about to pass up. He took his time and once all the buttons were taken care of he slowly parted the folds of fabric. The sight of pale, perfect skin against the black material created a beautiful contrast that took his breath away. One collarbone peeked out from behind the shirt, prompting Dominic to slide it down Matthew's shoulders, moaning his approval when it fell smoothly down the brunet's arms.
Matthew couldn't take his eyes off Dominic, from the way his hair framed his face, to the stubble that was peppered across his face, to that always delicious lower lip of his. The brunet had the sudden urge to see more of him, though, and to that end he removed Dominic's white button-down with trembling hands. When they were both free of their shirts they fell into each other hungrily, savoring the feel of warm skin on skin.
"Fuck, you smell so good," Dominic purred, kissing Matthew's ear, Matthew's head falling back at the sensation. It wasn't often that Dominic cursed, but when he did Matthew had to admit that it always turned him on exponentially, and this time was no exception. The two of them were now on a mission to get naked as quickly as possible, the two of them fumbling with each other's flies hurriedly. Trousers were yanked down long legs, as were boxers, until finally there was nothing left between them.
Dominic cupped Matthew's face sweetly, bringing him close for a deep, wet kiss, their cocks sliding together from holding each other so closely. The blond released him with a groan before reclining in the center of the large bed, stretching languidly. His eyes were closed as his hands roamed across his chest, but he was nearly certain that Matthew's eyes were on him, so he deliberately teased his own nipples with his fingertips, arching his back while he did. When he finally opened his eyes Matthew was sitting before him, staring at him through lidded eyes.
Dominic licked his lips. "Do your worst," he purred, spreading his legs wide, while mimicking the motion with his arms. His limbs were in position.
He was ready.
"Are you sure?" Matthew whispered one last time, Dominic nodding in response. The blond watched while Matthew opened his overnight bag and pulled out a bundle of white material, which was actually four long, silk scarves.
"You cheeky thing!" Dominic's mouth fell open. "You planned this as soon as you saw the picture of the bed, didn't you?"
Smirking, Matthew climbed back onto the bed, grasping one of Dominic's hands, kissing it sweetly before getting down to work securing it.
"Is that too tight?"
"I like it tight. And you do too, unless I'm very much mistaken."
Matthew rolled his eyes, giggling himself now. "You know what I meant!"
"It's fine," the blond whispered. He reached out with his free hand to run his fingers through Matthew's hair once, before letting it come to a rest at the opposite post. Matthew restrained his other hand before moving to the end of the bed to give his feet the same treatment. Once he had Dominic secured he took a step back to admire the sight before him.
If it were possible, it seemed that Dominic's skin was even more golden when splayed out against the hunter green bedspread. Matthew knew every inch of this body intimately, yet he still found himself taking it all in as if this were the first time again. His eyes fell to the arches of Dominic's feet, along the long legs that Matthew knew from experience were strong when wrapped around his waist, yet soft to the touch.
Dominic watched, his chest heaving with labored breaths as Matthew continued to stare at him, prone and spread and so extremely fuckable. When Matthew began to lazily drag his fingertips across his own balls Dominic found himself tugging at the scarves, the urge to sink to his knees and bury his head between Matthew's legs an all-consuming one. Dominic's cock stood painfully between his legs and just when he thought he couldn't get any harder than he already was, Matthew proceeded to rub himself to full length as he walked another step closer to the bed.
"Unggghh, look at you," Dominic moaned. "C'mon, hurry."
Matthew grinned, slowly placing one knee on the bed, then the other, before covering Dominic's body with his own. Dominic sighed, frustrated; his instinct in these moments was to immediately wrap his arms and legs around Matthew. Still, the way this felt, simply being at Matthew's mercy, was something that he was keen to experience fully, so he gritted his teeth and decided that he could bear it.
Matthew hooked one leg over one tanned one and slid one hand beneath Dominic's warm back, the other grasping a handful of soft blond hair. Comfortably ensconced atop Dominic's body now, he set down to work, kissing one golden collarbone wetly.
"Mine," the brunet whispered into his skin as he continued his efforts. When he scooted a bit to the right to lick the base of Dominic's underarm the blond bucked unexpectedly. Matthew's tongue lapped slowly at the hair he found there, Dominic's scent making his body buzz pleasantly.
Dominic nodded deliriously. "Only yours," he panted.
Matthew slid further down Dominic's body, hissing when his cock slid deliciously against Dominic's. He had to stop for a moment, though, to suck one nipple into his mouth, flattening his tongue against the hard bud, grinning into it as he heard Dominic moan his name aloud.
Even though he was desperate to be able to touch Matthew, Dominic had to admit that this was still one of the more erotic moments he'd ever experienced. He was forced to focus on the feel of Matthew's hands and mouth on his skin and that fact alone seemed to prolong his arousal; he felt as though every nerve ending in his body was alive, screaming out.
When Matthew slid further down his body, kissing his inner thigh sweetly, Dominic shivered, his body breaking out in a sweat.
When Matthew nuzzled the base of Dominic's cock with his nose, Dominic arched his back, his mouth hung open. The brunet moved lower, his tongue emerging to lap at Dominic's balls lightly. He grinned against the darkened skin when he heard the blond cry out; this was something that always drove Dominic crazy, something that Matthew had learned pretty quickly.
In his current position, crouched between Dominic's legs, Matthew was more aware than ever before of the extreme warmth emanating from the body surrounding him. From the soft thighs that were on either side of his head or the hardened cock that was here inches from his face, Matthew was surrounded by intense heat.
"Oh God," Dominic panted, Matthew raising his head quickly.
"You okay?"
The blond nodded, his head still flat on his pillow, a huge grin spreading across his lips. "Yeah..."
"What's it like?" Matthew whispered, curious. He leaned in to kiss Dominic's inner thigh, nipping at it lightly while he waited for Dominic to answer him. Matthew was momentarily distracted, though, by the sight of his own pale fingertips caressing the golden skin he found there. Really, it was amazing to him that Dominic was tanned all over his body, but he wasn't complaining one bit. It was a delicious contrast.
"It's amazing," the blond panted, "and not being able to touch you makes it... I can't explain it. The anticipation... knowing I'm at your mercy, it's so hot, Matthew. Frustrating, though."
Matthew dove in, swallowing Dominic in one fluid motion, Dominic crying out in pleasure at the sensation of his cock being sucked so perfectly. His arse and thigh muscles tightened against their will as Matthew's head bobbed up and down.
"Matthew!" he moaned.
"Yes?" The brunet let him slide from his lips with a smirk, Dominic's eyes bugging out of his head.
"Suck me," Dominic begged.
Not missing a beat, Matthew did just that, Dominic hissing his approval. Normally right about now he would throw his left leg across Matthew's back while the brunet sucked him but the scarves prevented him from being able to. All he could do was focus on the pleasure coursing through his body right now and on the expert mouth responsible for making him feel so damned good. He raised his head for a moment; he loved the sight of Matthew's wet lips around his cock and was eager for a glimpse of that particular sight.
Dominic got a little more than he bargained for, though. Matthew was indeed giving him a world-class sucking, but he was also grinding into the duvet gently while he did. His hips mimicked the motions of his head, and Dominic gasped as he watched Matthew move so gorgeously between his spread legs.
"Dirty boy," the blond remarked with a groan, his brain melting a little when he could feel Matthew grinning around his cock.
His mouth full of Dominic, Matthew moaned low in his throat on a particularly satisfying pump of his hips. The friction he was creating against his cock was amazing, but the urge to hump the duvet harder was rising and he wasn't ready for this to be over just yet. He removed his mouth and crawled back up Dominic's body, their mouths crashing together instantly.
"Dom," Matthew whispered. His hands were everywhere at once, in Dominic's hair, tracing patterns along Dominic's bare chest. Dominic's skin seemed even softer than usual and Matthew wondered if the fact that they were both sweating so much had anything to do with that. Their cocks slid together for a moment and Matthew recreated that sensation, bucking his hips into Dominic's, the blond panting.
"C'mon," the blond gasped, "hurry. Please."
Matthew straddled his stomach, the sight of the brunet's cock so prominent causing Dominic to bite his lip. He arched his back and sighed, two fingers finding their way to his mouth and sucking wetly. Dominic's heart was pounding so hard that he feared it would burst from his chest; the knowledge that Matthew was about to prepare him made his cock twitch and his brain short-circuit.
He scooted down Dominic's tanned body and in no time at all both fingers had slid home easily. Matthew twisted them, his eyes never leaving the sight of Dominic's face contorting in pleasure. With his free hand he stroked himself, biting his lip at the sensation.
"Now," Dominic groaned.
Matthew removed his fingers and spread Dominic's thighs apart a little more. He paused for a moment, savoring the moment he found himself in. Would he always feel this way when he was about to make love with Dominic; full of love and in absolute awe that he'd managed to snag such a wonderful man in the first place?
He was certain he would.
Matthew pushed forward, groaning as Dominic enveloped the sensitive head of his cock so completely. He let his head fall onto Dominic's chest, needing a moment to collect himself. Once he'd calmed his breathing he looked Dominic in the eye as he slid deeper into him, possessing him completely, as only he could. He moved his hips experimentally, the two of them already panting.
"Always," he gasped, "you're always so tight. Oh God."
Dominic merely groaned in response, and Matthew took that as a sign to begin moving in earnest. The blond could only watch as Matthew began to move; he could feel every inch of Matthew's throbbing cock inside of him.
Matthew bit down on Dominic's neck as he pumped his hips harder. One arm was snaked beneath Dominic's back; with his free hand he seeked out Dominic's neglected cock, giving it a few tugs, the blond whimpering in response.
Dominic's legs twitched, he missed not being able to wrap them around Matthew's waist. At the same time, he pulled at the restraints around his wrists. He was stuck between wishing that he hadn't agreed to this and being incredibly turned on because he had agreed to it. Dominic decided to try and stop thinking so much and concentrate on the way Matthew felt inside him.
Matthew leaned up, still inside Dominic, and sat back on his knees. He could still lift Dominic's arse slightly, and he did just that, holding the blond by the hips, and pounded into him, seeking the spot that would make Dominic scream the most. When he hit it and Dominic's arse clenched around his cock his eyes rolled back in his head, it felt so good. Matthew flattened himself atop the blond again, craving a kiss, the two of them panting into each others mouths messily. Their movements were increasing in speed and intensity until Dominic's voice broke the spell sharply.
"Stop."
Matthew froze, his stomach lurching. That was one word he hadn't expected to hear come out of the blond's mouth tonight.
"W-what? But-"
The words were desperate, panted.
"Untie me."
Matthew looked up. Dominic's eyes were squeezed tightly shut, his lips pursed in a thin line.
"Now."
Matthew had no idea what just happened, and was wracking his brain wondering what he could have done wrong. He slowly pulled out and sat back on his knees. Dominic's next words were soft, yet pleading.
"If my hands aren't on your body in the next ten seconds I'm gonna go crazy."
Matthew actually gasped audibly, he was so relieved. He turned and quickly unbound Dominic's feet before scooting up the bed to give his hands the same treatment. The instant Dominic was free he sat up, pulling Matthew close; two warm bodies embracing tightly in the night.
"I ruined it. I'm sorry." Dominic smoothed the wet hair from Matthew's brow, pushing him down to the bed, nuzzling the brunet's nose with his own. "The things you do to me...I just," he rolled his hips against Matthew's, "I want to be able to hold you when I come."
When Matthew reached up to caress his cheek, Dominic shivered, leaning into his fingertips. "See? One little touch from you and I lose my mind." He glanced at Matthew shyly. "Forgive me?"
"There's nothing to forgive." An easy laugh escaped Matthew's lips at the mere notion of him being angry with Dominic right now. He didn't think he could ever be angry with Dominic for any reason, come to think of it. The blond must have been able to sense as much, because he relaxed, pressing Matthew deeper into the mattress, mesmerized by the way his pale, glistening, shoulder looked against the dark green bedclothes. He shook his head in wonder before catching Matthew's gaze.
"You're amazing," he whispered, "and I don't think you realize it, Matthew. You still take my breath away, just like you did the first time I ever saw you."
Matthew didn't know how to respond to that particular compliment; instead he blushed, leaning up to kiss Dominic sweetly. The two of them were still hard, though, and before it didn't take long for Dominic to prompt Matthew gently to sit up and rest his back against the headboard. It took even less time for Dominic to climb into Matthew's lap, and even less still for him to sink slowly onto the brunet's cock, the action eliciting matching moans of pleasure.
Matthew arched his back with a hiss, his fingernails digging into Dominic's thighs. "Oh, Dom," he groaned.
"This," Dominic gasped as he leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Matthew tightly, "much better. Needed you in my arms." They shared another kiss, panting into each other's mouths as Dominic rode Matthew smoothly. The two of them were too keyed up by this point; they both knew they weren't going to be able to last long.
Judging by the way the bed was rocking at this point, they were more than okay with that.
Reaching between their bodies, Matthew took Dominic in his hand and stroked steadily, his teeth nipping at Dominic's collarbone awkwardly as the blond bounced. Matthew's eyes squeezed shut as he concentrated on wanking Dominic, the searing tightness his own cock was currently sheathed inside bringing him dangerously close to the edge. Dominic's words on the train came back to him and with a grin he thrust his hips up and to the left sharply, Dominic screaming when he did.
"Dom," he panted, still working the blond's cock rapidly, "I'm so close, unngh..."
"Me too," Dominic whimpered, riding him harder than he had yet, the feeling of Matthew's hand on his cock driving him mad. Dominic groaned when Matthew's back stiffened before his eyes, his mouth hung open slightly as he came, hard, yet gorgeously, before the blond's eyes. That sight alone pushed Dominic over the edge himself.
They continued to hold each other close as they could as they rode it out together, the two of them grinding shamelessly against each other, desperate to get as much pleasure out of this as they could. Exertion got to them in the end, though, and Dominic collapsed against Matthew, completely spent, the two of them panting. When he raised himself, he winced at the sensation of Matthew's cock sliding from him. He threw himself on the bed, Matthew lying beside him, still breathing hard. Dominic's eyes fluttered shut as he reached behind himself, the feel of Matthew's release leaking from his hole making him groan aloud.
"There you are," he mumbled, his finger probing the wetness he found there. He opened his eyes; Matthew was staring at him with tired, smiling eyes. Dominic moved closer and pulled Matthew to his chest, the two of them drifting to sleep.
Dominic woke in the early morning hours, the bedroom dark, the candles having burned out long ago. He reached out blindly for Matthew but the brunet's side of the bed was cold. Once his eyes had adjusted a bit he could see that the dawn was indeed breaking. He spotted Matthew finally and got out of bed, padding to the window, where the brunet was standing. When he sensed Dominic approaching him he turned, pointing out the window. Dominic moved closer to take a look for himself at what could be commanding Matthew's attention so completely.
Mere feet from their cabin stood two deer. One, the fawn, slowly emerged from the edge of the woods, coming to stand close to the stag a few feet away. Once she was close to him she nuzzled his head with her own. Dominic reckoned it was indeed a breathtaking sight.
Matthew put his arm out, his mobile in hand and his tongue poking out the side of his mouth in concentration. Dominic bit his lip, trying not to giggle. Matthew glanced at him, but said nothing; he didn't need to.
Don't start. You know I hate using this bloody thing, it makes me feel stupid.
The blond grinned as Matthew took the picture of the deer. The two of them crowded around the phone to see what the image looked like.
Matthew had managed to get a lovely shot of the grass and trees, but no deer. He sighed, Dominic taking the mobile from him. Matthew smiled softly as Dominic held his arm out, in an attempt to take a picture of his own. With his other arm he pulled Matthew close, the brunet resting his head on one golden shoulder, both arms winding around Dominic's waist.
The shutter clicked. Instantly they mimicked their action from minutes earlier, the two of them crowding around the small screen to see the results. It was perfect; Dominic had managed to get both their faces in the shot. They were each sporting a wicked case of bedhead, and neither of them were smiling - but it didn't matter, the look in their eyes in this photo was one that represented the bond that the two of them had managed to create. It could be summed up in one word, actually.
Peace.
No words were needed either when Dominic turned the mobile off and pulled Matthew close. Together they walked back to bed, climbing in and getting under the warm covers. They held each other close, just looking into each other's eyes, neither needing anything more in that moment. Dominic reached for Matthew's bracelet-clad wrist, kissing it softly.
I love you, Matthew.
The pianist smiled, lacing his fingers through Dominic's tightly.
I love you too.
With that silent communication they fell asleep in each other's arms, where they belonged... where they would always belong.
The bond between these two would never waver.
Never.
It was still strong a couple months later when Tom helped Dominic lug heavy boxes down the hallway. Dominic winced with the effort, even though he was excited to be able to start life anew with Matthew and Nova.
"What's in these anyway?" Tom gasped.
"Umm, these two," the blond glanced at the box Tom was holding, "are clothes I think."
"Clothes? Are you kidding me, mate? Your wardrobe must be huge!"
"Of course it is, that's my Dominic," Paige smirked, emerging from Matthew's - or, Matthew and Dominic's - flat to hold the door open for the two of them. "He never met a fashion emergency he couldn't fix."
"Oi," her twin warned with a grin, "steady, you." Tom laughed and carried the box deeper into the flat, joining Matthew in the bedroom, leaving Paige and Dominic alone. He dropped his box onto the couch.
"What is it? Why are you smiling at me like that?"
Paige pulled him close. "Because I'm happy for you. So happy."
"Are you sure that-"
"Dom. Stop it right now if you're about to ask me, yet again, if I am going to be okay. I'm going to be fine, and you're just next door if I need you, yeah?" she answered softly, brushing the hair from his eyes. "Okay?"
Dominic nodded, his throat tight. "Okay."
"Right," she smiled, wiping her eye with her sleeve, "let's get you moved into your new home."
It was still strong a year and a half later on a Saturday evening in June, when Matthew stood with Tom and Chris as the three of them watched the twins make their way down the aisle. They watched, enthralled, as Dominic slowly escorted Paige towards her own new life. When they reached the altar they stopped, and embraced each other for an unusually long time, tears in their eyes. And why not, this moment in time marked a new beginning in their lives, one that was full of hope and promise instead of pain and sadness.
Matthew had to stifle a giggle when the vicar cleared his throat in an effort to speed things up and Paige merely glared at him. Finally, Dominic released her, and, defiantly, she lifted her veil to gift her brother with a kiss on the cheek. Dominic let go of her hand, catching Matthew's eyes as Paige made the last three steps that were keeping her from Tom. Even though the whole church's eyes were on the couple about to pledge their lives to each other, Matthew and Dominic only had eyes for each other.
"Love you," they mouthed to each other simultaneously.
They always would.
It would be incorrect to insinuate that there were only good times for them. They had their share of heartache, as they, over the years, experienced loss first hand. First Liam, then, a couple years later, George. If anything, though, moments like those only made them that more determined to live their lives as fully as they could. Heavy hearts often lead to that determination. It was a heavy heart, and the memory of a little girl named Ellie, who'd been given a coloring book by Dominic, that lead Paige to spent a few afternoons a week volunteering in the children's cancer ward at the hospital; to be able to offer support to little ones in such a pronounced time of need was something she became passionate about.
Each holiday, of course, was special, and were, more often than not, celebrated with Chris and his family at their house. The Wolstenholme clan had grown, as had Kelly's business, which now had three locations in town. Matthew still occasionally dropped in to make the odd delivery for them, still getting a kick out of putting a smile on someone's face any way he could.
For Matthew's part, he never stopped teaching piano; never gave up on his goal of helping nurture as many young pianists as he possibly could. Eventually he was able to open a small studio in town, complete with an aquarium full of tropical fish that his students always formed instant bonds with. Matthew loved the fish too, although none of them could ever compare to one in particular: he would never ever be able to forget his sweet lady Nova.
Dominic, at this point, had been promoted to head chef at The Blue Rose, and he tended to pop into Matthew's studio on his off days. He still loved, after all this time, to watch Matthew at the piano, from the way the silver bracelet still hung from his wrist, to the way he seemed to lose himself in his music. To Dominic, these things were precious and eternal. To bear witness to them was something Dominic never tired of, especially when Matthew was interacting with a student. He was encouraging and patient, a fantastic and efficient instructor who had gained a very favorable reputation in town.
Their bond was still strong, when, even further into the future, they planned to meet for Tom and Paige to photograph them professionally on a Sunday afternoon. Dominic had showed up early to visit with the two of them and their twins, giving his nieces piggy-back rides. He walked out into the garden at one point to peer down the street when Matthew didn't show up on time, worried about what could be keeping him. Eventually the brunet turned the corner, hurrying down the path as he caught sight of Dominic.
The little one holding his hand pointed happily when she saw the blond, her red pigtails bobbing in the sunlight.
"Daddy!"
With a glance to Matthew, who nodded his approval with a smile, she took off and ran toward Dominic, Dominic grinning as he knelt down, taking her in his arms. The little one hugged him as tightly as her little arms would allow while he peppered her face with kisses.
Matthew walked toward them, toward his ever after, and for some reason found himself counting the steps. Much to his surprise, on the Seventeenth he found himself standing with his family.
Perfect, he thought.
Dominic smiled.
Matthew was home.
(end)