A Bicycle Built For Two
Title: A Bicycle Built For Two
Author: millionstar
Rating: NC-17
Summary:
Beta/Support: The flawless dolce_piccante <3
Dedication: For space_black_out. <3 A late birthday gift, as it were. xx
Author's Note: Merry Christmas, museslash. I've missed y'all.
“Holy bollocking shit.”
“Holy bollocking shit. Happy Christmas. I’ll accept either one.”
“Jesus.”
“Not Jesus. Just me.”
“I… I don’t know what to say.”
“Try hard.”
“You said hard.”
“Focus, Matt. Focus.”
“I can’t believe you did this.”
“Still, I did.”
“Well, yes, of course, I can see that you did.”
“You always did have great eyesight, slappy.”
“Fuck, I’d forgotten how yellow it is.”
“It was yellow when we looked at it, Matt. It was still yellow after you convinced me to sit in the sidecar. And it remained yellow when you continued to talk about it for three days after we first saw it.”
“I know. Don’t get me wrong. Yellow is good.”
“Yeah?”
“It’s very good.”
“How good?”
On Christmas morning, Matthew looked up, and smiled widely. “I love it. Christ, Dom, I fucking love it.”
“I love you,” Dominic whispered suddenly.
Matthew climbed into Dominic’s lap, arms winding around his drummer’s neck. “And I love you. Happy Christmas, Dom. Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He framed Dominic’s face with his hands through the hoodie the drummer was still sporting, Dominic smiling sleepily into a Christmas morning kiss. Dominic was growing rather fond of being able to wind his fingers through Matthew’s longer hair in their more intimate moments. Their kiss deepened; Dominic tugged tighter onto Matthew’s locks. Matthew pulled back, pecking Dominic’s lips twice before he did. He sighed, dragging one hand across his face. Dominic frowned.
“What is it?”
“Nothing. I was just thinking that my gift to you isn’t going to be nearly as impressive...”
“Hey, don’t be silly-”
“...but then I remembered that part of your gift is in my pants, and therefore extremely impressive.”
Dominic rolled his eyes through his fit of giggles as Matthew continued to kiss his forehead, nose, and cheeks. “Thank you for my Christmas morning serenade. Nice to know your yearly tradition of bastardizing classic Christmas songs is alive and well.”
“I’ve no idea what you mean,” Matthew replied airily, “I thought it was terribly romantic.”
“Well, I’m pretty sure that the lyrics DON’T go ‘I’m dreaming of a Tight Christmas, just like the one that’s in your bum’.”
“It could have been worse.”
“Define worse.”
Matthew cleared his throat and sang, as loudly as he could, “deck Dom’s dick,” he put one hand between Dominic’s legs and began to rub suggestively, “with lots of luuuuube, balls-balls-balls-balls-balls. Balls-balls-balls-balls. ‘Tis the season to be nuuuude, balls-balls-”
He stopped when Dominic pressed their lips together suddenly, the drummer holding Matthew’s hand firmly in place, groaning as his dick began to thicken beneath their hands. A morning fuck hadn’t exactly been part of the plan, but Dominic wasn’t about to argue the point, not when Matthew’s hand was working so expertly in his pants. He lifted his bum to slide his track pants down his legs. He kicked them aside awkwardly, as a lap full of Bellamy made things a bit tricky. His hands next went to the zipper of his hooded sweatshirt until Matthew uttered a very specific request.
“Leave the hoodie on, yeah?” Matthew gasped, his teeth nibbling at Dominic’s jawline. He paused only long enough to shrug out of his t-shirt and boxers. Dominic laid back on the floor, next to the bike, panting heavily while considering the request. He pulled Matthew down and pushed a long lock of dark brown hair behind his ear, licking around the shell of it to deliver his reply.
“Spank me and put your pretty, insolent tongue inside me and I will.”
Each of them pulled back, two pairs of wide, wild eyes meeting, both reflecting the white Christmas lights from their tree in the corner. They held the gaze and for a moment it seemed as if time itself stopped, blue and grey battling for a sort of bizarre erotic holiday dominance.
Matthew flinched first. “On your goddamned knees,” he commanded, stroking himself.
There was nothing graceful about their session; nothing remotely warm and tender. Matthew took his time bringing Dominic to the edge repeatedly, first with his fingers, then with nothing but deep, probing licks to his core. He pinned both of Dominic’s hands to the floor, not even allowing him the option to touch himself while he was being so thoroughly rimmed. Countless minutes passed, until Matthew lifted off to deliver a sharp slap to Dominic’s arse.
“Gonna free your hands. Do not touch yourself, do you fucking understand me?”
Dominic, flushed, manic, and over-aroused, looked over his shoulder at Matthew and nodded, panting.
Satisfied, Matthew went back to the task at hand, using his tongue to make Dominic writhe and squirm, while squeezing and teasing himself with one hand. Every now and then the drummer would pound on the floor with his fist whenever Matthew spanked him, but he held to Matthew’s demands and did not touch himself. Even though it was blissful agony, he simply watched his neglected dick twitch between his legs, moisture gathering at the tip.
It was a blessed relief when Matthew moved to his knees, pulling Dominic up and back into his lap and onto his dick. He removed Dominic’s hoodie with one fluid motion. With a slap to the side of his arse, he reached for both of Dominic’s hands and jutted his hips upward sharply. Dominic didn’t need to be told twice; he started riding Matthew hard and fast. Matthew’s mouth latched onto the drummer’s sweat-coated shoulder. A litany of curses fell from Matthew’s mouth, along with more than a few loud moans as his hips pistoned in an attempt to meet Dominic’s own.
Their pace quickened, Dominic’s head falling back onto Matthew’s shoulder, the agony of not being able to touch himself fueling his need to come. He was close, with Matthew filling him so completely, so rock-hard and hot and so, so very fucking moist.
Matthew was losing the ability to hold on also. He aimed his thrusts to the left a bit and got the reaction he’d been seeking when Dominic cried out, spurting all over himself completely untouched. Then and only then did Matthew empty himself, satisfied groans piercing the morning stillness.
As they both came down, Dominic gingerly rising with a hiss, they both collapsed to the floor panting. It was then and only then that they shared a kiss that was surprisingly tender considering the hot and dirty fuck they’d just had. Matthew cupped Dominic’s cheek and kissed him deeply and slowly, until they were both exhausted from the effort and fell asleep in each others arms.
Later that morning Dominic woke up, still in the floor next to Matthew, who was propped up on one elbow staring at him, one eyebrow raised.
“So.”
“So…?”
“I was thinking.”
“God help us all.”
“Reckon we can fuck in it?”
Dominic turned to Matthew and couldn’t help bursting into laughter. The look on Matthew’s face was utterly hilarious; blue eyes crinkled in thought, tip of his tongue peeking out the corner of his mouth as he was, no doubt, pondering the logistics behind engaging in carnal relations in a two seated moped-motorbike-thing. Dominic bet that if he listened hard enough he could actually hear the gears turning in Matthew’s head.
“Christ, Matt.”
“What? It’s a legitimate question. This is no mere mode of transportation. No. It’s our Love Cycle, Dom. Our Passion Bike. Our Moped Of Ecstacy. Although, wait - how the fuck did you get that thing up to the flat by yourself?”
“Tom was gracious enough to help me, late last night after you fell asleep.”
“I can’t believe I didn’t hear that.”
“Matt, when you fall asleep, you sleep the sleep of the dead. A sonic boom couldn’t wake you.”
“That’s not true.”
“Yeah? I also had time to braid your hair when I came back to bed,” Dominic grinned, “and even that didn’t wake you, you just snored away like some bizarre Cydonian freight train.” Matthew’s hands flew to his head, his eyes narrowing when he discovered the three tiny braids near the nape of his neck.
“Fair enough.”
Dominic stood up, stretching. “Okay, let’s give it a go.” He crossed the room, Matthew unable to look away from his bare arse and long, long legs as he did. Matthew shook his head to clear it and blinked.
“Yeah?”
Dominic paused at the bike, beckoning Matthew to come closer with a wicked grin. Matthew could only gape as Dominic stood there naked, one hand on the handle of the bike, the other cupping his balls. “Let’s go riding through a Rimmer Wonderland.”
Author: millionstar
Rating: NC-17
Summary:
Beta/Support: The flawless dolce_piccante <3
Dedication: For space_black_out. <3 A late birthday gift, as it were. xx
Author's Note: Merry Christmas, museslash. I've missed y'all.
“Holy bollocking shit.”
“Holy bollocking shit. Happy Christmas. I’ll accept either one.”
“Jesus.”
“Not Jesus. Just me.”
“I… I don’t know what to say.”
“Try hard.”
“You said hard.”
“Focus, Matt. Focus.”
“I can’t believe you did this.”
“Still, I did.”
“Well, yes, of course, I can see that you did.”
“You always did have great eyesight, slappy.”
“Fuck, I’d forgotten how yellow it is.”
“It was yellow when we looked at it, Matt. It was still yellow after you convinced me to sit in the sidecar. And it remained yellow when you continued to talk about it for three days after we first saw it.”
“I know. Don’t get me wrong. Yellow is good.”
“Yeah?”
“It’s very good.”
“How good?”
On Christmas morning, Matthew looked up, and smiled widely. “I love it. Christ, Dom, I fucking love it.”
“I love you,” Dominic whispered suddenly.
Matthew climbed into Dominic’s lap, arms winding around his drummer’s neck. “And I love you. Happy Christmas, Dom. Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He framed Dominic’s face with his hands through the hoodie the drummer was still sporting, Dominic smiling sleepily into a Christmas morning kiss. Dominic was growing rather fond of being able to wind his fingers through Matthew’s longer hair in their more intimate moments. Their kiss deepened; Dominic tugged tighter onto Matthew’s locks. Matthew pulled back, pecking Dominic’s lips twice before he did. He sighed, dragging one hand across his face. Dominic frowned.
“What is it?”
“Nothing. I was just thinking that my gift to you isn’t going to be nearly as impressive...”
“Hey, don’t be silly-”
“...but then I remembered that part of your gift is in my pants, and therefore extremely impressive.”
Dominic rolled his eyes through his fit of giggles as Matthew continued to kiss his forehead, nose, and cheeks. “Thank you for my Christmas morning serenade. Nice to know your yearly tradition of bastardizing classic Christmas songs is alive and well.”
“I’ve no idea what you mean,” Matthew replied airily, “I thought it was terribly romantic.”
“Well, I’m pretty sure that the lyrics DON’T go ‘I’m dreaming of a Tight Christmas, just like the one that’s in your bum’.”
“It could have been worse.”
“Define worse.”
Matthew cleared his throat and sang, as loudly as he could, “deck Dom’s dick,” he put one hand between Dominic’s legs and began to rub suggestively, “with lots of luuuuube, balls-balls-balls-balls-balls. Balls-balls-balls-balls. ‘Tis the season to be nuuuude, balls-balls-”
He stopped when Dominic pressed their lips together suddenly, the drummer holding Matthew’s hand firmly in place, groaning as his dick began to thicken beneath their hands. A morning fuck hadn’t exactly been part of the plan, but Dominic wasn’t about to argue the point, not when Matthew’s hand was working so expertly in his pants. He lifted his bum to slide his track pants down his legs. He kicked them aside awkwardly, as a lap full of Bellamy made things a bit tricky. His hands next went to the zipper of his hooded sweatshirt until Matthew uttered a very specific request.
“Leave the hoodie on, yeah?” Matthew gasped, his teeth nibbling at Dominic’s jawline. He paused only long enough to shrug out of his t-shirt and boxers. Dominic laid back on the floor, next to the bike, panting heavily while considering the request. He pulled Matthew down and pushed a long lock of dark brown hair behind his ear, licking around the shell of it to deliver his reply.
“Spank me and put your pretty, insolent tongue inside me and I will.”
Each of them pulled back, two pairs of wide, wild eyes meeting, both reflecting the white Christmas lights from their tree in the corner. They held the gaze and for a moment it seemed as if time itself stopped, blue and grey battling for a sort of bizarre erotic holiday dominance.
Matthew flinched first. “On your goddamned knees,” he commanded, stroking himself.
There was nothing graceful about their session; nothing remotely warm and tender. Matthew took his time bringing Dominic to the edge repeatedly, first with his fingers, then with nothing but deep, probing licks to his core. He pinned both of Dominic’s hands to the floor, not even allowing him the option to touch himself while he was being so thoroughly rimmed. Countless minutes passed, until Matthew lifted off to deliver a sharp slap to Dominic’s arse.
“Gonna free your hands. Do not touch yourself, do you fucking understand me?”
Dominic, flushed, manic, and over-aroused, looked over his shoulder at Matthew and nodded, panting.
Satisfied, Matthew went back to the task at hand, using his tongue to make Dominic writhe and squirm, while squeezing and teasing himself with one hand. Every now and then the drummer would pound on the floor with his fist whenever Matthew spanked him, but he held to Matthew’s demands and did not touch himself. Even though it was blissful agony, he simply watched his neglected dick twitch between his legs, moisture gathering at the tip.
It was a blessed relief when Matthew moved to his knees, pulling Dominic up and back into his lap and onto his dick. He removed Dominic’s hoodie with one fluid motion. With a slap to the side of his arse, he reached for both of Dominic’s hands and jutted his hips upward sharply. Dominic didn’t need to be told twice; he started riding Matthew hard and fast. Matthew’s mouth latched onto the drummer’s sweat-coated shoulder. A litany of curses fell from Matthew’s mouth, along with more than a few loud moans as his hips pistoned in an attempt to meet Dominic’s own.
Their pace quickened, Dominic’s head falling back onto Matthew’s shoulder, the agony of not being able to touch himself fueling his need to come. He was close, with Matthew filling him so completely, so rock-hard and hot and so, so very fucking moist.
Matthew was losing the ability to hold on also. He aimed his thrusts to the left a bit and got the reaction he’d been seeking when Dominic cried out, spurting all over himself completely untouched. Then and only then did Matthew empty himself, satisfied groans piercing the morning stillness.
As they both came down, Dominic gingerly rising with a hiss, they both collapsed to the floor panting. It was then and only then that they shared a kiss that was surprisingly tender considering the hot and dirty fuck they’d just had. Matthew cupped Dominic’s cheek and kissed him deeply and slowly, until they were both exhausted from the effort and fell asleep in each others arms.
Later that morning Dominic woke up, still in the floor next to Matthew, who was propped up on one elbow staring at him, one eyebrow raised.
“So.”
“So…?”
“I was thinking.”
“God help us all.”
“Reckon we can fuck in it?”
Dominic turned to Matthew and couldn’t help bursting into laughter. The look on Matthew’s face was utterly hilarious; blue eyes crinkled in thought, tip of his tongue peeking out the corner of his mouth as he was, no doubt, pondering the logistics behind engaging in carnal relations in a two seated moped-motorbike-thing. Dominic bet that if he listened hard enough he could actually hear the gears turning in Matthew’s head.
“Christ, Matt.”
“What? It’s a legitimate question. This is no mere mode of transportation. No. It’s our Love Cycle, Dom. Our Passion Bike. Our Moped Of Ecstacy. Although, wait - how the fuck did you get that thing up to the flat by yourself?”
“Tom was gracious enough to help me, late last night after you fell asleep.”
“I can’t believe I didn’t hear that.”
“Matt, when you fall asleep, you sleep the sleep of the dead. A sonic boom couldn’t wake you.”
“That’s not true.”
“Yeah? I also had time to braid your hair when I came back to bed,” Dominic grinned, “and even that didn’t wake you, you just snored away like some bizarre Cydonian freight train.” Matthew’s hands flew to his head, his eyes narrowing when he discovered the three tiny braids near the nape of his neck.
“Fair enough.”
Dominic stood up, stretching. “Okay, let’s give it a go.” He crossed the room, Matthew unable to look away from his bare arse and long, long legs as he did. Matthew shook his head to clear it and blinked.
“Yeah?”
Dominic paused at the bike, beckoning Matthew to come closer with a wicked grin. Matthew could only gape as Dominic stood there naked, one hand on the handle of the bike, the other cupping his balls. “Let’s go riding through a Rimmer Wonderland.”