Son Of A Preacher Man (14/?)
Title: Son Of A Preacher Man (14/?)
Author: millionstar
Pairing: Belldom, AU
Rating: This part, R
Warnings: Language, Sudden Southern Drawls, Tight Blue Jeans.
Summary: AU Belldom, set in the Deep American South. Enough said, y'all.
Feedback: Is welcome & appreciated, if you're so inclined.
Archive: Links only.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no $$ being made, and this is fiction. Title taken lovingly from the song of the same name.
Author's note: As always, eternal thanks to dolce_piccante & myz_bee for their help and for listening to me whine and fret over, well, everything lately. J'adore, ladies.<3 Special kudos to lalalive23 for being an uber smexy cheerleader. *hugs*
And as always, HUGE thanks to my sis, captivemuse for her help in all thangs Southern. She's got-damned essential to this fic. Make no mistake. <3
Also, the song lyrics used herein do not belong to me, but to the incomparable Van Morrison.
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"Baby."
"I know! I'm comin', I'm comin'! Don't get up, I'll get her," Chris mumbled.
"Baby! No," Kelly said, louder this time. She sat down beside him with a giggle, and ran her fingers through Chris' hair. "It's fine."
"What time is it?"
"It's almost noon."
"Noon! Why didn't y'get me up? Did y'rest any last night? How many times were y'up with her? What-"
"This," Kelly replied, "is why I didn't wake ya. You've been doing all the overnight feedin's the past week. Y'needed a break. Saturday morning is a good time for sleepin' in." She shook her head, gazing at her husband fondly.
"What?" Chris groaned, "is my hair stickin' up again?"
"Nah. Well, yeah, it is, but you know I love the way y'look in the mornin'. I was just thinkin'."
"Thinkin' what, babe?" he asked, pulling her into his arms.
"That Darla's a lucky baby girl... you're already a fantastic daddy," she whispered.
"Don't forget 'devastatingly handsome'." The two of them leaned in for a kiss, but paused as the sound of ice cubes hitting the bottom of a glass drifted up to them from the kitchen downstairs.
"And I was also thinkin'," Kelly went on, "that I should come tell ya Matty's here, Dominic too." She hopped up, smoothing her hair. "Annie made a huge breakfast for us and they brought it over. So get yer ass in the shower and come downstairs."
"Y'all didn't wait for me t'eat, I hope?" he asked, getting out of bed.
She snorted from the doorway. "Hell, no. Sorry, baby, but I ain't about to let a hot breakfast sit while you sleep. We left ya a plate in the stove."
A few minutes later Chris had eaten his breakfast and he, Kelly and Matthew were chatting in the living room. Darla's bassinet was sitting next to them, the baby still sleeping soundly in it. Every couple minutes or so Chris would lean over for another glance at his baby girl. The dreamy smile on his face, as though he couldn't quite believe she was actually here, had been a permanent fixture ever since her birth.
"Where's Dominic?"
Matthew smiled, shrugging. "What? Ain't like we're joined at the hip or anything."
Chris raised an eyebrow at him, amused.
"Okay, okay," the brunet mumbled, "he walked out to the barn to see how much work he reckons we have left out there on the irrigation system." His phone rang, the sound resonating in the small room so loudly that the baby stirred. The three of them winced, but only for a moment; Darla didn't cry out, she merely stretched and smiled up at her daddy. Relieved, Matthew checked the message that just came over his phone.
"Ugh," he sighed.
"What's up?" Kelly asked. "Bad news?"
"Nah, well, not really. Mary Lou texted me, wants to talk to me about somethin'."
"Oh, well, y'want me t'talk to her? I don't mind."
"It's ok. I'll see her in town tomorrow sometime, I reckon." He put the phone back in his pocket without replying as Dominic came back into the house. The blond put one hand out, touching the small of Matthew's back, and leaned over to glance at Darla.
"Hey, sweet thing," he whispered, "y'have a good nap?" She stared up at him with wide eyes, her mouth twisting into a half-smile. Dominic gasped, pointing proudly as he turned to the others. "There! Did y'see? She smiled at me!"
"Gas," Matthew, Chris and Kelly replied at the same time.
The blond was offended. He crossed his arms, one eyebrow raised. "I resent that, dangit. She's smilin' at my stunning good looks, of course." He glanced at Matthew, pointedly, out of the corner of one eye.
"Of course," the brunet nodded, solemnly. "I stand corrected."
The petulant tone left his voice and he looked down at her again. "Plus, she knows I love her t'bits already. Ain't that right, little missy?"
Darla stretched again, and this time when she did, the smell of something unpleasant began to waft through the room.
"Or maybe it was gas," Dominic said, crushed. He retreated to the couch, sitting down beside Matthew. Kelly was laughing so hard as she carried Darla away to be changed that she couldn't breathe. They could still hear her giggling as she changed the baby's diaper.
"So how's it lookin' out there?" Chris asked Dominic.
"Pretty good, I think one more full day will have ya in good shape. Real good shape."
"I still can't thank ya enough, Dominic, for pitchin' in like that, especially for people you'd only just met. I dunno where we'd be right now without ya."
"Think nothin' of it. I'm glad I did, or else I may not have found y'all." He squeezed Matthew's knee. "Best day's work ever, far as I'm concerned." It was something that he'd thought about alot lately; if he hadn't randomly run into Kelly that day at the hardware store there was a good chance that he wouldn't have Matthew in his life right now,
Chris eyed the scene in front of him with a stifled grin. "Let me know when y'all have a free day and we'll get it finished up."
"But when y'all do," Kelly commented, coming back into the room, "please, for the love of Skynyrd, keep yer damn pants on, yeah?"
Matthew and Dominic both blushed, scooting away from each other on the couch. Kelly shot her husband a quick look as she gingerly put Darla back into her bassinet.
"It's fun pickin' on 'em, ain't it? Look how they blush."
Dominic coughed, studying the carpet at his feet intently. "I ain't blushin'. Am I?"
"Trust me," Chris replied, "yer blushin!"
"Hey," Matthew said, desperate to change the subject, "mind if I take her for a bit? It's nice outside, maybe I'll take her for a walk, if ya don't mind?" He hopped up, standing
"Go ahead, Uncle Matty," Kelly teased, her head resting on Chris' shoulder.
He reached down, picking Darla up gingerly from her bassinet. Holding her close, he left the three of them alone and went outside. Dominic watched him walk away, smiling to himself at what he was seeing.
"Shame Jacob and Annie never had any other youngins," Chris mused, "Matty woulda been the best big brother t'ever walk the face of the earth."
"Any reason they didn't?"
"Just wasn't meant to be, I reckon," Kelly replied.
"Still, though," Dominic commented, "it must've been kinda lonely, y'know? As much as my baby brother gets on my nerves, I can't imagine him not bein' around."
"Tom and I were all the brothers Matty needed anyway. Not a weekend passed where we weren't spendin' time together, really. So, he was never alone."
"Good," the blond replied softly.
"Oh, go on," Chris laughed. "Go after him. You know you want to."
"Naw, I'm okay!"
"Yer sittin' on yer hands, yer tappin' your foot against the floor... you've been a wreck since he went outside and he's only been gone two minutes," Kelly pointed out. "Go, boy, go!"
Dominic didn't need to be told twice; the blond shielded his eyes against the afternoon sun as he walked out into the backyard. It was a pleasant day; not too hot, with a very slight breeze that tickled the back of the blond's neck. He walked past the clothesline, full of freshly washed clothes that were drying in the summer air, the chickens scattering around his feet as he invaded their territory.
He could see the small pond at the edge of the woods, complete with wildflowers growing at its edge, but there was no Matthew to be found. Curious, Dominic rounded the corner of the farmhouse and stopped suddenly when a foreign sound cut into the still of the day.
Was that singing?
He leaned forward, cupping a hand around one of his ears in hopes that he'd be able to hear the song better. Cautiously, Dominic peered around the corner of the porch and his heart jumped into his chest at what he saw and heard.
Hey, where did we go;
Days when the rains came?
Matthew stood on the far end of the porch, his arms cradling little Darla tightly. They actually complimented each other perfectly, her thin blanket was a pale yellow, and it matched the t-shirt Matthew was wearing. Her tiny, dark, head of hair favored the color atop Matthew's head, even though his was, of course, much fuller and fluffier. The brunet bounced slowly as he walked with her in his arms, his voice carrying clearer now that Dominic was closer. Once the blond had processed the beauty of what he was seeing, he allowed his brain to focus on what he was hearing.
Yes, Matthew was singing to her.
Down in the hollow;
Playin' a new game.
And he was singing gorgeously.
Matthew made his way to the porch swing and sat down gingerly. He switched the baby's position, resting her on his shoulder, one little fist clutching his outer arm. Matthew spoke to her softly, so softly Dominic couldn't make out what he was saying. He remained hidden in his spot at the edge of the house, watching as Darla cooed, Matthew grinning in response. He kissed her lightly on the top of her head and resumed his singing.
Laughin' and a-runnin', hey hey
Skippin' and a-jumpin'
In the misty mornin' fog
With our, our hearts a-thumpin'
Dominic walked around the house, past the rose bushes Kelly had planted against the base of the porch, and rounded the steps. Matthew and Darla rocked slowly but steadily in the porch swing, Matthew's hair fluttering in the breeze. He closed his eyes and rested his cheek against her head, his hand on her back.
And you, my brown eyed girl
Matthew was so lost in his own little world that he never heard Dominic walk up the steps.
You, my brown eyed girl.
With just a few more paces the blond found himself standing in front of the swing.
"There y'are," he whispered. "Van Morrison, eh?"
The brunet's eyes flew open. "Oh! I know it ain't a proper lullaby, but I like the melody," Matthew admitted, his face turning a deep shade of red. "Ya heard me, didn't ya? Ugh, that's mortifyin'," he mumbled.
Dominic sat down next to him. "Mortifyin'? No, Matthew. No. That," he proclaimed, "was fuckin'-"
"Shhh!" Matthew exclaimed, covering Darla's ear with his hand. "Don't be cussin' in front of her!"
"Oh, shi- I mean, right!" Dominic said sheepishly. "I just meant that y'have an amazin' voice, it's beautiful."
"No, I-"
Dominic put two fingers up to the brunet's mouth, effectively ending the conversation. He nodded softly. "Yes. Beautiful." Matthew pursed his lips, lightly pecking Dominic's fingertips. The blond smiled and leaned in for a proper kiss, winding one arm behind Matthew's shoulder, his other hand coming to rest protectively against Darla's back next to Matthew's own. The two of them moved their mouths softly as Darla sighed into Matthew's shoulder.
"Look at them," Kelly mused from behind the kitchen window. "Look at Matty, how happy he is." Chris walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her. She let her head fall back onto his shoulder. "Why didn't he tell me, baby?"
"He just wasn't ready, I reckon."
"Hell, why didn't you tell me?!"
"Because it wasn't my news to share."
"I know," she replied, "I reckon I just.. did he think I wouldn't approve or somethin'?" She shook her head, eager to rid herself of that unwelcome thought.
"Course not," Chris said. "He knows you love him."
"He'd better," she commented softly. The two of them opened the screen door to join their friends, just as Matthew's phone rang again. He stood and passed Darla to Chris so he could check his message. Sure enough, it was indeed from Mary Lou.
(matty, please. it's important. call me back.)
"No," he whispered to himself. He just wanted her to leave him be. So many times over the past few months she'd shown up unwanted at the store, or managed to catch him out when he was making deliveries or just shopping on his own time and he was tired of it. He'd talk to her when he damn well felt like dealing with her. He and Dominic only had a couple hours left to spend together today, after all. Plastering a smile onto his face he turned to the blond.
"You ready to go?"
Dominic nodded, smiling happily.
Once baby Darla had been kissed a few more times, and the boys had promised to come back as soon as possible so they could finish the repairs in the barn, Matthew and Dominic said their good-byes and got into Stella. As soon as they were approaching the end of the driveway Dominic scooted as close as he could to the brunet, one hand on Matthew's thigh.
"So, what now?" Matthew asked, putting the car in gear. He captured Dominic's lips in a quick kiss. "My place?"
"I think you know the answer t'that." Dominic nuzzled Matthew's ear, the brunet shivering. His hand was still on Matthew's thigh, but now it was kneading the skin it found there. Matthew's breath quickened; he could feel the heat emanating from Dominic's hand searing him through his jeans.
His leg twitched as Dominic's hand moved ever so slightly closer to his crotch, causing him to accelerate accidentally. What was Dominic trying to do, get them both killed?
"We're nearly at my place, can't y'wait?"
"Don't y'like it, Matty?" the blond whispered, his tongue laving Matthew's earlobe agonizingly slowly.
The brunet nodded, gasping. "But-"
"Tell me t'stop, and I will." The blond's words did not pass go, nor did they collect $200; no, those words proceeded to go straight to Matthew's cock at full speed. He decided that Dominic's whisper was quite possibly, in that moment at least, the most erotic thing Matthew had ever heard.
Dominic leaned forward, licking a bead of sweat from Matthew's neck, Matthew's hands tightening on the steering wheel. The blond's hand inched closer to it's intended destination.
"What the fuck you doin'?"
"M'gonna suck ya." Dominic stated this calmly, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. Matthew's eyes fluttered when a sure hand rubbed the head of his cock through his jeans.
"Let," he panted, "lemme pull over."
"Don't you fuckin' dare," Dominic hissed, unbuttoning Matthew's jeans as they approached town. "Keep goin'."
"But-"
"Anyone ever given you road head, blue eyes?"
Author: millionstar
Pairing: Belldom, AU
Rating: This part, R
Warnings: Language, Sudden Southern Drawls, Tight Blue Jeans.
Summary: AU Belldom, set in the Deep American South. Enough said, y'all.
Feedback: Is welcome & appreciated, if you're so inclined.
Archive: Links only.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no $$ being made, and this is fiction. Title taken lovingly from the song of the same name.
Author's note: As always, eternal thanks to dolce_piccante & myz_bee for their help and for listening to me whine and fret over, well, everything lately. J'adore, ladies.<3 Special kudos to lalalive23 for being an uber smexy cheerleader. *hugs*
And as always, HUGE thanks to my sis, captivemuse for her help in all thangs Southern. She's got-damned essential to this fic. Make no mistake. <3
Also, the song lyrics used herein do not belong to me, but to the incomparable Van Morrison.
One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen
"Baby."
"I know! I'm comin', I'm comin'! Don't get up, I'll get her," Chris mumbled.
"Baby! No," Kelly said, louder this time. She sat down beside him with a giggle, and ran her fingers through Chris' hair. "It's fine."
"What time is it?"
"It's almost noon."
"Noon! Why didn't y'get me up? Did y'rest any last night? How many times were y'up with her? What-"
"This," Kelly replied, "is why I didn't wake ya. You've been doing all the overnight feedin's the past week. Y'needed a break. Saturday morning is a good time for sleepin' in." She shook her head, gazing at her husband fondly.
"What?" Chris groaned, "is my hair stickin' up again?"
"Nah. Well, yeah, it is, but you know I love the way y'look in the mornin'. I was just thinkin'."
"Thinkin' what, babe?" he asked, pulling her into his arms.
"That Darla's a lucky baby girl... you're already a fantastic daddy," she whispered.
"Don't forget 'devastatingly handsome'." The two of them leaned in for a kiss, but paused as the sound of ice cubes hitting the bottom of a glass drifted up to them from the kitchen downstairs.
"And I was also thinkin'," Kelly went on, "that I should come tell ya Matty's here, Dominic too." She hopped up, smoothing her hair. "Annie made a huge breakfast for us and they brought it over. So get yer ass in the shower and come downstairs."
"Y'all didn't wait for me t'eat, I hope?" he asked, getting out of bed.
She snorted from the doorway. "Hell, no. Sorry, baby, but I ain't about to let a hot breakfast sit while you sleep. We left ya a plate in the stove."
A few minutes later Chris had eaten his breakfast and he, Kelly and Matthew were chatting in the living room. Darla's bassinet was sitting next to them, the baby still sleeping soundly in it. Every couple minutes or so Chris would lean over for another glance at his baby girl. The dreamy smile on his face, as though he couldn't quite believe she was actually here, had been a permanent fixture ever since her birth.
"Where's Dominic?"
Matthew smiled, shrugging. "What? Ain't like we're joined at the hip or anything."
Chris raised an eyebrow at him, amused.
"Okay, okay," the brunet mumbled, "he walked out to the barn to see how much work he reckons we have left out there on the irrigation system." His phone rang, the sound resonating in the small room so loudly that the baby stirred. The three of them winced, but only for a moment; Darla didn't cry out, she merely stretched and smiled up at her daddy. Relieved, Matthew checked the message that just came over his phone.
"Ugh," he sighed.
"What's up?" Kelly asked. "Bad news?"
"Nah, well, not really. Mary Lou texted me, wants to talk to me about somethin'."
"Oh, well, y'want me t'talk to her? I don't mind."
"It's ok. I'll see her in town tomorrow sometime, I reckon." He put the phone back in his pocket without replying as Dominic came back into the house. The blond put one hand out, touching the small of Matthew's back, and leaned over to glance at Darla.
"Hey, sweet thing," he whispered, "y'have a good nap?" She stared up at him with wide eyes, her mouth twisting into a half-smile. Dominic gasped, pointing proudly as he turned to the others. "There! Did y'see? She smiled at me!"
"Gas," Matthew, Chris and Kelly replied at the same time.
The blond was offended. He crossed his arms, one eyebrow raised. "I resent that, dangit. She's smilin' at my stunning good looks, of course." He glanced at Matthew, pointedly, out of the corner of one eye.
"Of course," the brunet nodded, solemnly. "I stand corrected."
The petulant tone left his voice and he looked down at her again. "Plus, she knows I love her t'bits already. Ain't that right, little missy?"
Darla stretched again, and this time when she did, the smell of something unpleasant began to waft through the room.
"Or maybe it was gas," Dominic said, crushed. He retreated to the couch, sitting down beside Matthew. Kelly was laughing so hard as she carried Darla away to be changed that she couldn't breathe. They could still hear her giggling as she changed the baby's diaper.
"So how's it lookin' out there?" Chris asked Dominic.
"Pretty good, I think one more full day will have ya in good shape. Real good shape."
"I still can't thank ya enough, Dominic, for pitchin' in like that, especially for people you'd only just met. I dunno where we'd be right now without ya."
"Think nothin' of it. I'm glad I did, or else I may not have found y'all." He squeezed Matthew's knee. "Best day's work ever, far as I'm concerned." It was something that he'd thought about alot lately; if he hadn't randomly run into Kelly that day at the hardware store there was a good chance that he wouldn't have Matthew in his life right now,
Chris eyed the scene in front of him with a stifled grin. "Let me know when y'all have a free day and we'll get it finished up."
"But when y'all do," Kelly commented, coming back into the room, "please, for the love of Skynyrd, keep yer damn pants on, yeah?"
Matthew and Dominic both blushed, scooting away from each other on the couch. Kelly shot her husband a quick look as she gingerly put Darla back into her bassinet.
"It's fun pickin' on 'em, ain't it? Look how they blush."
Dominic coughed, studying the carpet at his feet intently. "I ain't blushin'. Am I?"
"Trust me," Chris replied, "yer blushin!"
"Hey," Matthew said, desperate to change the subject, "mind if I take her for a bit? It's nice outside, maybe I'll take her for a walk, if ya don't mind?" He hopped up, standing
"Go ahead, Uncle Matty," Kelly teased, her head resting on Chris' shoulder.
He reached down, picking Darla up gingerly from her bassinet. Holding her close, he left the three of them alone and went outside. Dominic watched him walk away, smiling to himself at what he was seeing.
"Shame Jacob and Annie never had any other youngins," Chris mused, "Matty woulda been the best big brother t'ever walk the face of the earth."
"Any reason they didn't?"
"Just wasn't meant to be, I reckon," Kelly replied.
"Still, though," Dominic commented, "it must've been kinda lonely, y'know? As much as my baby brother gets on my nerves, I can't imagine him not bein' around."
"Tom and I were all the brothers Matty needed anyway. Not a weekend passed where we weren't spendin' time together, really. So, he was never alone."
"Good," the blond replied softly.
"Oh, go on," Chris laughed. "Go after him. You know you want to."
"Naw, I'm okay!"
"Yer sittin' on yer hands, yer tappin' your foot against the floor... you've been a wreck since he went outside and he's only been gone two minutes," Kelly pointed out. "Go, boy, go!"
Dominic didn't need to be told twice; the blond shielded his eyes against the afternoon sun as he walked out into the backyard. It was a pleasant day; not too hot, with a very slight breeze that tickled the back of the blond's neck. He walked past the clothesline, full of freshly washed clothes that were drying in the summer air, the chickens scattering around his feet as he invaded their territory.
He could see the small pond at the edge of the woods, complete with wildflowers growing at its edge, but there was no Matthew to be found. Curious, Dominic rounded the corner of the farmhouse and stopped suddenly when a foreign sound cut into the still of the day.
Was that singing?
He leaned forward, cupping a hand around one of his ears in hopes that he'd be able to hear the song better. Cautiously, Dominic peered around the corner of the porch and his heart jumped into his chest at what he saw and heard.
Hey, where did we go;
Days when the rains came?
Matthew stood on the far end of the porch, his arms cradling little Darla tightly. They actually complimented each other perfectly, her thin blanket was a pale yellow, and it matched the t-shirt Matthew was wearing. Her tiny, dark, head of hair favored the color atop Matthew's head, even though his was, of course, much fuller and fluffier. The brunet bounced slowly as he walked with her in his arms, his voice carrying clearer now that Dominic was closer. Once the blond had processed the beauty of what he was seeing, he allowed his brain to focus on what he was hearing.
Yes, Matthew was singing to her.
Down in the hollow;
Playin' a new game.
And he was singing gorgeously.
Matthew made his way to the porch swing and sat down gingerly. He switched the baby's position, resting her on his shoulder, one little fist clutching his outer arm. Matthew spoke to her softly, so softly Dominic couldn't make out what he was saying. He remained hidden in his spot at the edge of the house, watching as Darla cooed, Matthew grinning in response. He kissed her lightly on the top of her head and resumed his singing.
Laughin' and a-runnin', hey hey
Skippin' and a-jumpin'
In the misty mornin' fog
With our, our hearts a-thumpin'
Dominic walked around the house, past the rose bushes Kelly had planted against the base of the porch, and rounded the steps. Matthew and Darla rocked slowly but steadily in the porch swing, Matthew's hair fluttering in the breeze. He closed his eyes and rested his cheek against her head, his hand on her back.
And you, my brown eyed girl
Matthew was so lost in his own little world that he never heard Dominic walk up the steps.
You, my brown eyed girl.
With just a few more paces the blond found himself standing in front of the swing.
"There y'are," he whispered. "Van Morrison, eh?"
The brunet's eyes flew open. "Oh! I know it ain't a proper lullaby, but I like the melody," Matthew admitted, his face turning a deep shade of red. "Ya heard me, didn't ya? Ugh, that's mortifyin'," he mumbled.
Dominic sat down next to him. "Mortifyin'? No, Matthew. No. That," he proclaimed, "was fuckin'-"
"Shhh!" Matthew exclaimed, covering Darla's ear with his hand. "Don't be cussin' in front of her!"
"Oh, shi- I mean, right!" Dominic said sheepishly. "I just meant that y'have an amazin' voice, it's beautiful."
"No, I-"
Dominic put two fingers up to the brunet's mouth, effectively ending the conversation. He nodded softly. "Yes. Beautiful." Matthew pursed his lips, lightly pecking Dominic's fingertips. The blond smiled and leaned in for a proper kiss, winding one arm behind Matthew's shoulder, his other hand coming to rest protectively against Darla's back next to Matthew's own. The two of them moved their mouths softly as Darla sighed into Matthew's shoulder.
"Look at them," Kelly mused from behind the kitchen window. "Look at Matty, how happy he is." Chris walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her. She let her head fall back onto his shoulder. "Why didn't he tell me, baby?"
"He just wasn't ready, I reckon."
"Hell, why didn't you tell me?!"
"Because it wasn't my news to share."
"I know," she replied, "I reckon I just.. did he think I wouldn't approve or somethin'?" She shook her head, eager to rid herself of that unwelcome thought.
"Course not," Chris said. "He knows you love him."
"He'd better," she commented softly. The two of them opened the screen door to join their friends, just as Matthew's phone rang again. He stood and passed Darla to Chris so he could check his message. Sure enough, it was indeed from Mary Lou.
(matty, please. it's important. call me back.)
"No," he whispered to himself. He just wanted her to leave him be. So many times over the past few months she'd shown up unwanted at the store, or managed to catch him out when he was making deliveries or just shopping on his own time and he was tired of it. He'd talk to her when he damn well felt like dealing with her. He and Dominic only had a couple hours left to spend together today, after all. Plastering a smile onto his face he turned to the blond.
"You ready to go?"
Dominic nodded, smiling happily.
Once baby Darla had been kissed a few more times, and the boys had promised to come back as soon as possible so they could finish the repairs in the barn, Matthew and Dominic said their good-byes and got into Stella. As soon as they were approaching the end of the driveway Dominic scooted as close as he could to the brunet, one hand on Matthew's thigh.
"So, what now?" Matthew asked, putting the car in gear. He captured Dominic's lips in a quick kiss. "My place?"
"I think you know the answer t'that." Dominic nuzzled Matthew's ear, the brunet shivering. His hand was still on Matthew's thigh, but now it was kneading the skin it found there. Matthew's breath quickened; he could feel the heat emanating from Dominic's hand searing him through his jeans.
His leg twitched as Dominic's hand moved ever so slightly closer to his crotch, causing him to accelerate accidentally. What was Dominic trying to do, get them both killed?
"We're nearly at my place, can't y'wait?"
"Don't y'like it, Matty?" the blond whispered, his tongue laving Matthew's earlobe agonizingly slowly.
The brunet nodded, gasping. "But-"
"Tell me t'stop, and I will." The blond's words did not pass go, nor did they collect $200; no, those words proceeded to go straight to Matthew's cock at full speed. He decided that Dominic's whisper was quite possibly, in that moment at least, the most erotic thing Matthew had ever heard.
Dominic leaned forward, licking a bead of sweat from Matthew's neck, Matthew's hands tightening on the steering wheel. The blond's hand inched closer to it's intended destination.
"What the fuck you doin'?"
"M'gonna suck ya." Dominic stated this calmly, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. Matthew's eyes fluttered when a sure hand rubbed the head of his cock through his jeans.
"Let," he panted, "lemme pull over."
"Don't you fuckin' dare," Dominic hissed, unbuttoning Matthew's jeans as they approached town. "Keep goin'."
"But-"
"Anyone ever given you road head, blue eyes?"