Fairest In The Land
Title: Fairest In The Land
Author: millionstar
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language, smut, butchering of Muse tracks. This is also quite silly. Quite.
Summary: In which Matt and Dom wax poetic about the NME sexiest man vote.
Feedback: Is appreciated if you're inclined, but more importantly enjoy. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no profit is being made and this is fiction.
Author's Note: Thanks to dolce_piccante, myz_bee, & frisky_biscuit for looking it over. <3
"You're sexier."
"No, you are."
"No, you."
Matthew blushed. "Goddamn it, Dom, do we have to talk about this? It's bad enough I'm up for it again. I'm still too short to be sexy. I hope to hell people see some sense finally and you win it this year."
Dominic smiled, turning over in their bed to pull the brunet into his arms. "Please. As if. I am but merely doomed to second place. I'm just content to be fucking the sexiest man award winner's brains out on a daily basis."
"Stop calling me that," Matthew groaned, wrinkling his nose.
Dominic blinked, his brow furrowed. "It really bothers you, doesn't it?"
"I don't know. I mean, well... it's fine but I just don't get what people see in me. I'm nothing special. I'm getting older and," he glanced down body, "a little fatter and ugh. It's not what I'd classify as sexy. At least, not compared to someone like you." He flipped them suddenly, his eyes hungrily taking in the sight of the drummer's naked body against their dark red sheets. "I mean, look at you. Christ, Dom, you're perfection incarnate. I've actually wanted to write a song about your-" Matthew clamped his mouth shut suddenly, "-nothing."
"Whaaaat?" Dominic asked, a wide grin on his face. "Do what now? Give! You gotta tell me now. A song about my...?"
"Nothing."
"Come on! About what, my fabulous dick?"
"What? No!"
"My luscious man balls?"
"Oh sweet fuck," Matthew groaned, collapsing atop the giddy blond, "just let it go."
"I think we both know that's not gonna happen," Dominic cooed mischeviously, his warm hands caressing the brunet's soft back. "Give."
"No."
Dominic pulled Matthew's face to his own, kissing him softly, the singer sighing in response. Their tongues mingled softly as their hands roamed each others bodies; fingertips and palms flattening against familar, well-known paths like they had done a million times before. Dominic abandoned Matthew's mouth to deliver a wet line of kisses along the singer's cheek all the way to his ear. A low growl escaped the brunet's mouth when the blond sucked and nibbled on his earlobe, causing Dominic to grin against the soft skin.
"Fuck," Matthew, now sporting an erection a porn star would be proud of, grunted.
Dominic had established years ago that any attention paid to his ears drove Matthew wild so he continued to assault the frontman's earlobe, his hands roaming lower and lower until he found what he was looking for. He squeezed Matthew's cock twice, smiling into the brunet's ear as the singer babbled nonsense.
"You like that?' Dominic whispered.
Matthew nodded, incapable of speech.
"You want more?"
Another strained nod.
"Then," Dominic released him and moved back to his own pillow, "give."
Matthew was aghast. His mouth frozen in an "o" shape, he looked from his straining cock to Dominic's smirking face. "You're a sick fucker, Dom."
"I'm not the one who wants to write a song about my partner's big toe."
"It's not your big t-"
Dominic pointed at Matthew and grinned. "A-ha! Now we're getting somewhere! Own up and I'll make it worth your while."
"I take it back, you aren't the sexiest man - you're the sexiest irritating prat."
"And you're the sexiest weirdo with a banana obsession."
"Well, you're the sexiest diva with a leopard print complex."
"You're the sexiest conspiracy theorist with a permanent boner for alien life forms."
"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Matthew exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air dramatically. He extended one finger and poked Dominic gently in the chest.
"What?"
"That."
Dominic peered down at Matthew's fingertip. "My heart? Aww, Matt, that's lovely!"
"No, no," Matthew corrected him, "that."
"What?"
"Right there."
"Um. That's just a random mole. I hate them."
"No, no no," Matthew insisted, reaching for Dominic's hand with his free one. He laced their fingers together. "It's not just a mere mole. It's a beauty mark, Dom."
"It is?"
"And it's fucking hot." The brunet's voice took on a more serious tone as he pecked the mark softly. "Beautiful. It's obvious to anyone with a pair of eyes that you're stunning, Dom, when they look at your face, your hair, those eyes. But it's the little things like this, that only I get to really see, that get me hot and make me love you that much more. That's why you're the sexiest to me; it's the fact that I get to have all of you to myself." He squeezed Dominic's hand and leaned down to kiss the beauty mark gently again. "So there you have it. My secret shame. Go on, laugh and get it out of your system."
Dominic was smiling, though; a good-natured, happy smile. "God, I love you."
"You'd better," Matthew grumbled, a faint blush staining his cheeks.
"You do realize what's gonna happen now, I hope?"
"What?"
"I'm gonna get you shitfaced at the NMEs again this year in the hopes you'll admit to the world that Neutron Star Collision is secretly an ode to the wee little mole in the center of my chest."
"Right," Matthew laughed.
"And that you were inspired to write Supermassive Black Hole after giving me a particularly throrough, toe-curlingly amazing rimming."
"Dom!"
"And," Dominic continued as Matthew tried to hit him with a pillow, "that Uprising is really about how quickly you get it up when I suck on your earlobe."
"Have you been drinking?"
But the drummer was on a roll now; there was no stopping him. "And that Unnatural Selection should really have been called Unnatural Erection-" He stopped talking when Matthew's lips met his own forcefully. The kiss fried his brain and went straight to his cock. Dominic kicked the sheet off the bed so there was nothing between them now, and when their groins met they both cried out wantonly.
"You said," Matthew panted, "you'd make it worth my while." Their lips met wetly in a hot, messy kiss until Dominic broke free to whisper against Matthew's cheek.
"What do you want?"
"To watch."
Dominic's eyebrows rose; he nodded, licking his lips twice in rapid succession. This would be different; they'd not indulged in this particular activity in some time now but it was something Dominic, exhibitionist that he is, always loved. Matthew made himself comfortable on his side of the bed, propping his head up with one hand, using the other to lazily play with his own cock.
"It's not gonna take me long," the drummer commented, his eyes threatening to close in bliss as he began to stroke himself, "too worked up." He needed to keep his eyes open; he dared not miss the sight of Matthew's pale fingers dancing up and down his own rigid erection. Dominic couldn't take his eyes off the singer's groin, in particular from the way that the dark, thick thatch of hair contrasted against his pale inner thighs.
Matthew, for his part, kept his eyes trained on Dominic's face, lost in the look of sheer beauty and pleasure therein. On a particularly pleasing upstroke the blond's head slammed back into the pillow, his back arching to the soundtrack of Matthew's name floating through his lips in a fevered gasp.
"Faster," the brunet begged, his breath coming shakily now. He could tell Dominic intended to obey him when he watched as the blond's free hand grasped the bedsheet, bunching it tightly. When Dominic's arm moved faster, Matthew's own did as well. Unexpectedly, amidst the heat and electricity in the room, their eyes met, just for a split second, but that was all it took. Neither of them were sure who pounced first, but suddenly they were in each other's arms, Dominic atop Matthew, their hands now joined around their stiff cocks. Their hands worked in tandem, rapidly, kisses gasped into each other's mouths as their sweat-drenched bed now began to rock with effort.
Both of them now nearing orgasm, their legs slid against each other's in search of stability that they couldn't achieve with this sort of violent motion. Matthew's mouth was stuck in an "o" shape while Dominic gritted his teeth with a growl as they fucked each other in this unconventional way. Bodies shuddered and sweated and shivered their way to completion, and while they never knew it, their toes curled at the exact same moment in time. When they finally came it was safe to say that they made quite a substantial mess between them.
Dominic collapsed against Matthew, their sated bodies sticky from head to toe.
"So which of us is the sexiest-unfortunate-fucker-who-gets-to-sleep-on-the-wet-spot?" Matthew panted.
The drummer raised his head with some effort, grimacing at the mess on their bodies as well as the sheets. "I think we are the wet spot. Shower?"
All he got in reply was a sudden, manic giggle. He raised one eyebrow. "What's so funny?"
Matthew shrugged, still panting. "I was just thinking," he ran one hand through his wet hair, "after a performance like that, they should just give us the award jointly and tell everyone else to fuck off home."
"I like this idea," Dominic agreed solemnly. "They can give me the award shaped like a middle finger and they can give you one shaped like an arse."
"The actual hell?"
"Yeah, and the finger can fit right into the arse," Dominic continued, clearly lost in his own little world. "Or something."
Matthew shook his head, blinking slowly. "You're a scary, scary man, Dom."
"Don't forget sexy," the blond grinned, nuzzling the smiling singer's nose.
"The sexiest," Matthew half-whispered, half-giggled against his lips.
Author: millionstar
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language, smut, butchering of Muse tracks. This is also quite silly. Quite.
Summary: In which Matt and Dom wax poetic about the NME sexiest man vote.
Feedback: Is appreciated if you're inclined, but more importantly enjoy. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no profit is being made and this is fiction.
Author's Note: Thanks to dolce_piccante, myz_bee, & frisky_biscuit for looking it over. <3
"You're sexier."
"No, you are."
"No, you."
Matthew blushed. "Goddamn it, Dom, do we have to talk about this? It's bad enough I'm up for it again. I'm still too short to be sexy. I hope to hell people see some sense finally and you win it this year."
Dominic smiled, turning over in their bed to pull the brunet into his arms. "Please. As if. I am but merely doomed to second place. I'm just content to be fucking the sexiest man award winner's brains out on a daily basis."
"Stop calling me that," Matthew groaned, wrinkling his nose.
Dominic blinked, his brow furrowed. "It really bothers you, doesn't it?"
"I don't know. I mean, well... it's fine but I just don't get what people see in me. I'm nothing special. I'm getting older and," he glanced down body, "a little fatter and ugh. It's not what I'd classify as sexy. At least, not compared to someone like you." He flipped them suddenly, his eyes hungrily taking in the sight of the drummer's naked body against their dark red sheets. "I mean, look at you. Christ, Dom, you're perfection incarnate. I've actually wanted to write a song about your-" Matthew clamped his mouth shut suddenly, "-nothing."
"Whaaaat?" Dominic asked, a wide grin on his face. "Do what now? Give! You gotta tell me now. A song about my...?"
"Nothing."
"Come on! About what, my fabulous dick?"
"What? No!"
"My luscious man balls?"
"Oh sweet fuck," Matthew groaned, collapsing atop the giddy blond, "just let it go."
"I think we both know that's not gonna happen," Dominic cooed mischeviously, his warm hands caressing the brunet's soft back. "Give."
"No."
Dominic pulled Matthew's face to his own, kissing him softly, the singer sighing in response. Their tongues mingled softly as their hands roamed each others bodies; fingertips and palms flattening against familar, well-known paths like they had done a million times before. Dominic abandoned Matthew's mouth to deliver a wet line of kisses along the singer's cheek all the way to his ear. A low growl escaped the brunet's mouth when the blond sucked and nibbled on his earlobe, causing Dominic to grin against the soft skin.
"Fuck," Matthew, now sporting an erection a porn star would be proud of, grunted.
Dominic had established years ago that any attention paid to his ears drove Matthew wild so he continued to assault the frontman's earlobe, his hands roaming lower and lower until he found what he was looking for. He squeezed Matthew's cock twice, smiling into the brunet's ear as the singer babbled nonsense.
"You like that?' Dominic whispered.
Matthew nodded, incapable of speech.
"You want more?"
Another strained nod.
"Then," Dominic released him and moved back to his own pillow, "give."
Matthew was aghast. His mouth frozen in an "o" shape, he looked from his straining cock to Dominic's smirking face. "You're a sick fucker, Dom."
"I'm not the one who wants to write a song about my partner's big toe."
"It's not your big t-"
Dominic pointed at Matthew and grinned. "A-ha! Now we're getting somewhere! Own up and I'll make it worth your while."
"I take it back, you aren't the sexiest man - you're the sexiest irritating prat."
"And you're the sexiest weirdo with a banana obsession."
"Well, you're the sexiest diva with a leopard print complex."
"You're the sexiest conspiracy theorist with a permanent boner for alien life forms."
"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Matthew exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air dramatically. He extended one finger and poked Dominic gently in the chest.
"What?"
"That."
Dominic peered down at Matthew's fingertip. "My heart? Aww, Matt, that's lovely!"
"No, no," Matthew corrected him, "that."
"What?"
"Right there."
"Um. That's just a random mole. I hate them."
"No, no no," Matthew insisted, reaching for Dominic's hand with his free one. He laced their fingers together. "It's not just a mere mole. It's a beauty mark, Dom."
"It is?"
"And it's fucking hot." The brunet's voice took on a more serious tone as he pecked the mark softly. "Beautiful. It's obvious to anyone with a pair of eyes that you're stunning, Dom, when they look at your face, your hair, those eyes. But it's the little things like this, that only I get to really see, that get me hot and make me love you that much more. That's why you're the sexiest to me; it's the fact that I get to have all of you to myself." He squeezed Dominic's hand and leaned down to kiss the beauty mark gently again. "So there you have it. My secret shame. Go on, laugh and get it out of your system."
Dominic was smiling, though; a good-natured, happy smile. "God, I love you."
"You'd better," Matthew grumbled, a faint blush staining his cheeks.
"You do realize what's gonna happen now, I hope?"
"What?"
"I'm gonna get you shitfaced at the NMEs again this year in the hopes you'll admit to the world that Neutron Star Collision is secretly an ode to the wee little mole in the center of my chest."
"Right," Matthew laughed.
"And that you were inspired to write Supermassive Black Hole after giving me a particularly throrough, toe-curlingly amazing rimming."
"Dom!"
"And," Dominic continued as Matthew tried to hit him with a pillow, "that Uprising is really about how quickly you get it up when I suck on your earlobe."
"Have you been drinking?"
But the drummer was on a roll now; there was no stopping him. "And that Unnatural Selection should really have been called Unnatural Erection-" He stopped talking when Matthew's lips met his own forcefully. The kiss fried his brain and went straight to his cock. Dominic kicked the sheet off the bed so there was nothing between them now, and when their groins met they both cried out wantonly.
"You said," Matthew panted, "you'd make it worth my while." Their lips met wetly in a hot, messy kiss until Dominic broke free to whisper against Matthew's cheek.
"What do you want?"
"To watch."
Dominic's eyebrows rose; he nodded, licking his lips twice in rapid succession. This would be different; they'd not indulged in this particular activity in some time now but it was something Dominic, exhibitionist that he is, always loved. Matthew made himself comfortable on his side of the bed, propping his head up with one hand, using the other to lazily play with his own cock.
"It's not gonna take me long," the drummer commented, his eyes threatening to close in bliss as he began to stroke himself, "too worked up." He needed to keep his eyes open; he dared not miss the sight of Matthew's pale fingers dancing up and down his own rigid erection. Dominic couldn't take his eyes off the singer's groin, in particular from the way that the dark, thick thatch of hair contrasted against his pale inner thighs.
Matthew, for his part, kept his eyes trained on Dominic's face, lost in the look of sheer beauty and pleasure therein. On a particularly pleasing upstroke the blond's head slammed back into the pillow, his back arching to the soundtrack of Matthew's name floating through his lips in a fevered gasp.
"Faster," the brunet begged, his breath coming shakily now. He could tell Dominic intended to obey him when he watched as the blond's free hand grasped the bedsheet, bunching it tightly. When Dominic's arm moved faster, Matthew's own did as well. Unexpectedly, amidst the heat and electricity in the room, their eyes met, just for a split second, but that was all it took. Neither of them were sure who pounced first, but suddenly they were in each other's arms, Dominic atop Matthew, their hands now joined around their stiff cocks. Their hands worked in tandem, rapidly, kisses gasped into each other's mouths as their sweat-drenched bed now began to rock with effort.
Both of them now nearing orgasm, their legs slid against each other's in search of stability that they couldn't achieve with this sort of violent motion. Matthew's mouth was stuck in an "o" shape while Dominic gritted his teeth with a growl as they fucked each other in this unconventional way. Bodies shuddered and sweated and shivered their way to completion, and while they never knew it, their toes curled at the exact same moment in time. When they finally came it was safe to say that they made quite a substantial mess between them.
Dominic collapsed against Matthew, their sated bodies sticky from head to toe.
"So which of us is the sexiest-unfortunate-fucker-who-gets-to-sleep-on-the-wet-spot?" Matthew panted.
The drummer raised his head with some effort, grimacing at the mess on their bodies as well as the sheets. "I think we are the wet spot. Shower?"
All he got in reply was a sudden, manic giggle. He raised one eyebrow. "What's so funny?"
Matthew shrugged, still panting. "I was just thinking," he ran one hand through his wet hair, "after a performance like that, they should just give us the award jointly and tell everyone else to fuck off home."
"I like this idea," Dominic agreed solemnly. "They can give me the award shaped like a middle finger and they can give you one shaped like an arse."
"The actual hell?"
"Yeah, and the finger can fit right into the arse," Dominic continued, clearly lost in his own little world. "Or something."
Matthew shook his head, blinking slowly. "You're a scary, scary man, Dom."
"Don't forget sexy," the blond grinned, nuzzling the smiling singer's nose.
"The sexiest," Matthew half-whispered, half-giggled against his lips.