Son Of A Preacher Man - Why Baby Why
Title: Why Baby Why
Pairing: Belldom, AU
Rating: R, for language, suggestive themes. Here there be fluff. Lots of it.
Summary: A random visit back to the SOAPM universe. Babysitting happens...
Disclaimer: I don't own them, no profit is being made, and this is total fiction.
Author's Note: If you choose to read, thank you, so much. This is for Shay, because she asked for it. I hope you like it. x
"Matty."
Silence.
"Matty?"
More silence...at first - then Dominic heard a soft, grunted "shit" coming from the barn on Jacob Bellamy's property. He grinned as he walked closer, the late evening summer sun beating down on him, shielded only by his ranger's hat. He sped his steps up, eager to lay eyes on the owner of that voice. One long workday apart from him had nearly driven Dominic mad. He pushed the barn doors open.
Stella was up on four risers, her owner beneath her, performing a delicate and necessary medical - well, mechanical - procedure on her old motor. Dominic was rather pleased to see that her owner was wearing nothing but blue jeans and boots, having opted to go shirtless for this particular endeavor.
The sound of metal on metal rang through the barn, followed by a sharp "Fucking fuck!"
Dominic grinned, kneeling down next to Stella as he removed his hat. "Careful, blue eyes. Makes me all kinds of hot when y'use bad words like that."
Matthew looked up, momentarily surprised to find Dominic there. "Y'scared me, Dom. Yeah, I swore, I shouldn't do that." He sighed. "I don't know what t'do with her. I reckon it could be the water pump." He pushed himself out from beneath the car, grease smudging his pale chest in various places. Dominic blinked, shaking his head in an attempt to force himself to focus on the situation at hand instead of the situation growing between his legs.
"Can y'fix her?"
"Oh, yeah," Matthew grinned. He picked up his discarded shirt, mopping his brow. "It may take me a while, but I'll get her runnin' again. Daddy told me I could leave her here in the barn for as long as I need to, so at least I don't have t'take her to a garage." Matthew took a couple of steps toward Dominic. "And, you, mister big ranger man, what are y'doin' here? I thought y'were gonna have t'work late tonight?" Primly, in a way that he knew drove Dominic mad, he clasped his arms around his back and rose to his tip-toes, placing a chaste kiss to Dominic's lips.
"Mister big ranger man?" Dominic made to pull Matthew close, but Matthew stepped back, just out of his reach, arms still clasped behind his back.
"Y'heard me."
"Matty," Dominic warned, "if y'tryin' t'get into my pants, it's workin'." He walked toward Matthew, his pulse speeding up.
"Yeah? So, y'ain't got any plans for the rest of the day, then?" Matthew continued to back up, until he ran out of room and found himself against the barn wall. Dominic smoothed the sweat-soaked hair back from Matthew's brow, taking in his scent, decidedly male, yet pleasantly mixed with motor oil and grease. Matthew trembled beneath the scrutiny as Dominic leaned in and whispered into his ear.
"Only plans I've got are the kind that involve takin' you home and fuckin' you sideways."
Matthew groaned, his lips meeting Dominic's at the precise moment that his cellphone rang.
"Leave it," Dominic begged.
Matthew bit his lip. "It's Mary Lou. She usually texts, never calls, somethin' must be up. Hold on." He took the call, though he struggled mightily to understand what Mary Lou was saying, because Dominic's mouth was licking across his collarbone. He swatted Dominic away, putting one mock, stern finger in his face, Dominic pouting in response.
"No, that ain't no problem at all. We'd love t'have her for a couple hours! No, we didn't have any plans."
Dominic's mouth fell open in shock. Matthew tried not to giggle at the sight of Dominic gesturing to the bulge in his pants, then to Matthew, then to the bulge yet again. Dominic's pain was rather amusing, in an adorably arousing sort of way.
"We'll be at our place in thirty minutes. Y'all bring that cuddle bug over, okay? No, don't thank me, babe, ain't no trouble at all. Okay, sunshine." He hung up the phone and smiled sheepishly at Dominic. "Tom and Mary Lou need to run the scoreboard and the concession stand at the little league game tonight, old Sam ain't feelin' well. They need someone t'look after little Greta for a couple hours. I just...couldn't tell her no. Are y'angry?"
Dominic melted. "Angry? That y'love our friends and that y'got a big heart? Never."
"What about," Matthew gestured dramatically to Dominic's crotch with a giggle, "that?"
"Oh, you'll be gettin' up close and personal with that before the night's over, blue eyes. Don't you worry your pretty little head about that." He slapped Matthew on the backside, Matthew yelping as they locked up the barn and headed to their apartment.
Matthew took a quick shower, feeling much better and cleaner when he was finished. When he stepped into their den he stopped in his tracks, taking a step back in the doorway, so as not to be spotted.
Dominic was there, on their couch, little four-month old Greta in his arms. He was rocking her back and forth, singing to her in his off-key voice. It always made Matthew smile whenever Dominic sang. The ranger freely admitted that he "can't rightly carry a tune in a fuckin' bucket", but that didn't temper his zeal - indeed, often, in church, he could be heard singing louder than anyone, which often led to a big smile from Gabriel in the pulpit. Matthew couldn't explain it, but he found it absolutely precious.
It was only as he crept into their den that he could hear what Dominic was singing.
"Tell me why baby, why baby, why baby why
You make me cry baby, cry baby, cry baby cry"
He grinned, sitting down next to Dominic. "Introducin' Greta to The Possum, I see."
"Ain't never too little t'start appreciatin' some George. Lookie here, sunshine," Dominic cooed, "it's Uncle Blue Eyes, the light of my life." He pecked Matthew on the cheek.
"Hey there, sweet Greta Sue," Matthew cooed, the baby grinning at him with a laugh. "Aww, she gave me a smile!"
"Poor thing is clearly havin' a gas attack."
Matthew slapped Dominic's leg. "No she ain't! She happens to love her Uncle Blue Eyes, that's all."
"I love him, too." Dominic said softly. "Here, take sassy missy for a bit. I'll get her bottle ready." He kissed the baby on the cheek, passing her to Matthew. Once she was safely in his arms, Matthew looked down at her and smiled.
"Hey, sweet darlin' girl. How's my sunshine today?" Wide eyes looked up at him, as thought they were drinking in every word intently. "Did I ever tell y'about how Uncle Dominic is a superhero?
From the kitchen, he heard Dominic's trademark infectious laughter ring out. "Superhero? What's my super power? Please tell me it's in my pants, Matty. I really want it to be in my pants."
"Dom!" Matthew hissed, awkwardly attempting to cover little Greta's ears with his hands, ultimately failing. "Not in front of the youngin!"
"Matty, she can't understand me," Dominic laughed.
"Pay him no mind, Miss Greta, he's got a dirty mind," Matthew continued, winking at Dominic when Dominic handed him Greta's dinner. "But, even so, he's still a super hero."
"I think yer Uncle Blue Eyes has been smokin' somethin', Greta."
Matthew continued talking as though he'd not heard Dominic's comment. "Y'see, Uncle Matty was lonely for a real long time. He was so lonely that he began to think that he'd be that way forever. He just... couldn't find a happiness in anything in his life. He got up, he went to work every day, he came home at night. He went through the motions, desperately alone the whole while. Then, one day, like somethin' out of a storybook, a new preacher came to Sapphire Falls with his two sons."
Dominic's breath hitched in his throat. He put an arm around Matthew, resting his head on his shoulder as they both watched little Greta eagerly drink from her bottle.
"I was workin' with yer Uncle Chris one day and suddenly, there was Uncle Dominic. He was beautiful, smart, funny, a little bit sassy...and I loved him from the first moment I saw him."
Dominic lifted his head and nuzzled Matthew's ear, his cheek.
"But, it gets better, Miss Greta. Y'see, while I still don't rightly know how it happened, somehow, Uncle Dominic loved me back. Even after these few years, I still can't believe it. I can't believe how he makes me feel. I can't believe his grace and his kindness. Most of all, I can't believe that I'm worthy of him. So, y'see, darlin', Uncle Dominic saved me from an awfully lonely life. If that ain't a super power," he turned to Dominic, "I don't know what is."
Dominic laid Greta's burp cloth on his shoulder and motioned for Matthew to hand her over. He scooped her into his arms and massaged her little back. "Blue eyes, three things are now gonna happen. One, we're gonna burp this wee darlin' & put her down for a nap. Two, we're gonna sit here and order a pizza and eat while watchin' her like two hawks. Three, as soon as Tom has picked this sweet thing up, I'm gonna take y'to bed and not let you leave it for the forseeable future."
Matthew smiled. "Good."
A while later, from her bed in the corner of the room, Daisy stirred. With a yawn, she took in the image in front of her. There sat Matthew and Dominic, pizza box between them, and little Greta asleep in her swing. Too tired to even beg for a scrap of pepperoni she went back to sleep, with a contented, hound-dog knowledge that all was right in her little Southern world.
Note: Of course you don't have to listen to the song Dom is singing, but if you do, I bet the thought of him singing it would make you smile. George Jones is a legend in my heart.
Pairing: Belldom, AU
Rating: R, for language, suggestive themes. Here there be fluff. Lots of it.
Summary: A random visit back to the SOAPM universe. Babysitting happens...
Disclaimer: I don't own them, no profit is being made, and this is total fiction.
Author's Note: If you choose to read, thank you, so much. This is for Shay, because she asked for it. I hope you like it. x
"Matty."
Silence.
"Matty?"
More silence...at first - then Dominic heard a soft, grunted "shit" coming from the barn on Jacob Bellamy's property. He grinned as he walked closer, the late evening summer sun beating down on him, shielded only by his ranger's hat. He sped his steps up, eager to lay eyes on the owner of that voice. One long workday apart from him had nearly driven Dominic mad. He pushed the barn doors open.
Stella was up on four risers, her owner beneath her, performing a delicate and necessary medical - well, mechanical - procedure on her old motor. Dominic was rather pleased to see that her owner was wearing nothing but blue jeans and boots, having opted to go shirtless for this particular endeavor.
The sound of metal on metal rang through the barn, followed by a sharp "Fucking fuck!"
Dominic grinned, kneeling down next to Stella as he removed his hat. "Careful, blue eyes. Makes me all kinds of hot when y'use bad words like that."
Matthew looked up, momentarily surprised to find Dominic there. "Y'scared me, Dom. Yeah, I swore, I shouldn't do that." He sighed. "I don't know what t'do with her. I reckon it could be the water pump." He pushed himself out from beneath the car, grease smudging his pale chest in various places. Dominic blinked, shaking his head in an attempt to force himself to focus on the situation at hand instead of the situation growing between his legs.
"Can y'fix her?"
"Oh, yeah," Matthew grinned. He picked up his discarded shirt, mopping his brow. "It may take me a while, but I'll get her runnin' again. Daddy told me I could leave her here in the barn for as long as I need to, so at least I don't have t'take her to a garage." Matthew took a couple of steps toward Dominic. "And, you, mister big ranger man, what are y'doin' here? I thought y'were gonna have t'work late tonight?" Primly, in a way that he knew drove Dominic mad, he clasped his arms around his back and rose to his tip-toes, placing a chaste kiss to Dominic's lips.
"Mister big ranger man?" Dominic made to pull Matthew close, but Matthew stepped back, just out of his reach, arms still clasped behind his back.
"Y'heard me."
"Matty," Dominic warned, "if y'tryin' t'get into my pants, it's workin'." He walked toward Matthew, his pulse speeding up.
"Yeah? So, y'ain't got any plans for the rest of the day, then?" Matthew continued to back up, until he ran out of room and found himself against the barn wall. Dominic smoothed the sweat-soaked hair back from Matthew's brow, taking in his scent, decidedly male, yet pleasantly mixed with motor oil and grease. Matthew trembled beneath the scrutiny as Dominic leaned in and whispered into his ear.
"Only plans I've got are the kind that involve takin' you home and fuckin' you sideways."
Matthew groaned, his lips meeting Dominic's at the precise moment that his cellphone rang.
"Leave it," Dominic begged.
Matthew bit his lip. "It's Mary Lou. She usually texts, never calls, somethin' must be up. Hold on." He took the call, though he struggled mightily to understand what Mary Lou was saying, because Dominic's mouth was licking across his collarbone. He swatted Dominic away, putting one mock, stern finger in his face, Dominic pouting in response.
"No, that ain't no problem at all. We'd love t'have her for a couple hours! No, we didn't have any plans."
Dominic's mouth fell open in shock. Matthew tried not to giggle at the sight of Dominic gesturing to the bulge in his pants, then to Matthew, then to the bulge yet again. Dominic's pain was rather amusing, in an adorably arousing sort of way.
"We'll be at our place in thirty minutes. Y'all bring that cuddle bug over, okay? No, don't thank me, babe, ain't no trouble at all. Okay, sunshine." He hung up the phone and smiled sheepishly at Dominic. "Tom and Mary Lou need to run the scoreboard and the concession stand at the little league game tonight, old Sam ain't feelin' well. They need someone t'look after little Greta for a couple hours. I just...couldn't tell her no. Are y'angry?"
Dominic melted. "Angry? That y'love our friends and that y'got a big heart? Never."
"What about," Matthew gestured dramatically to Dominic's crotch with a giggle, "that?"
"Oh, you'll be gettin' up close and personal with that before the night's over, blue eyes. Don't you worry your pretty little head about that." He slapped Matthew on the backside, Matthew yelping as they locked up the barn and headed to their apartment.
Matthew took a quick shower, feeling much better and cleaner when he was finished. When he stepped into their den he stopped in his tracks, taking a step back in the doorway, so as not to be spotted.
Dominic was there, on their couch, little four-month old Greta in his arms. He was rocking her back and forth, singing to her in his off-key voice. It always made Matthew smile whenever Dominic sang. The ranger freely admitted that he "can't rightly carry a tune in a fuckin' bucket", but that didn't temper his zeal - indeed, often, in church, he could be heard singing louder than anyone, which often led to a big smile from Gabriel in the pulpit. Matthew couldn't explain it, but he found it absolutely precious.
It was only as he crept into their den that he could hear what Dominic was singing.
"Tell me why baby, why baby, why baby why
You make me cry baby, cry baby, cry baby cry"
He grinned, sitting down next to Dominic. "Introducin' Greta to The Possum, I see."
"Ain't never too little t'start appreciatin' some George. Lookie here, sunshine," Dominic cooed, "it's Uncle Blue Eyes, the light of my life." He pecked Matthew on the cheek.
"Hey there, sweet Greta Sue," Matthew cooed, the baby grinning at him with a laugh. "Aww, she gave me a smile!"
"Poor thing is clearly havin' a gas attack."
Matthew slapped Dominic's leg. "No she ain't! She happens to love her Uncle Blue Eyes, that's all."
"I love him, too." Dominic said softly. "Here, take sassy missy for a bit. I'll get her bottle ready." He kissed the baby on the cheek, passing her to Matthew. Once she was safely in his arms, Matthew looked down at her and smiled.
"Hey, sweet darlin' girl. How's my sunshine today?" Wide eyes looked up at him, as thought they were drinking in every word intently. "Did I ever tell y'about how Uncle Dominic is a superhero?
From the kitchen, he heard Dominic's trademark infectious laughter ring out. "Superhero? What's my super power? Please tell me it's in my pants, Matty. I really want it to be in my pants."
"Dom!" Matthew hissed, awkwardly attempting to cover little Greta's ears with his hands, ultimately failing. "Not in front of the youngin!"
"Matty, she can't understand me," Dominic laughed.
"Pay him no mind, Miss Greta, he's got a dirty mind," Matthew continued, winking at Dominic when Dominic handed him Greta's dinner. "But, even so, he's still a super hero."
"I think yer Uncle Blue Eyes has been smokin' somethin', Greta."
Matthew continued talking as though he'd not heard Dominic's comment. "Y'see, Uncle Matty was lonely for a real long time. He was so lonely that he began to think that he'd be that way forever. He just... couldn't find a happiness in anything in his life. He got up, he went to work every day, he came home at night. He went through the motions, desperately alone the whole while. Then, one day, like somethin' out of a storybook, a new preacher came to Sapphire Falls with his two sons."
Dominic's breath hitched in his throat. He put an arm around Matthew, resting his head on his shoulder as they both watched little Greta eagerly drink from her bottle.
"I was workin' with yer Uncle Chris one day and suddenly, there was Uncle Dominic. He was beautiful, smart, funny, a little bit sassy...and I loved him from the first moment I saw him."
Dominic lifted his head and nuzzled Matthew's ear, his cheek.
"But, it gets better, Miss Greta. Y'see, while I still don't rightly know how it happened, somehow, Uncle Dominic loved me back. Even after these few years, I still can't believe it. I can't believe how he makes me feel. I can't believe his grace and his kindness. Most of all, I can't believe that I'm worthy of him. So, y'see, darlin', Uncle Dominic saved me from an awfully lonely life. If that ain't a super power," he turned to Dominic, "I don't know what is."
Dominic laid Greta's burp cloth on his shoulder and motioned for Matthew to hand her over. He scooped her into his arms and massaged her little back. "Blue eyes, three things are now gonna happen. One, we're gonna burp this wee darlin' & put her down for a nap. Two, we're gonna sit here and order a pizza and eat while watchin' her like two hawks. Three, as soon as Tom has picked this sweet thing up, I'm gonna take y'to bed and not let you leave it for the forseeable future."
Matthew smiled. "Good."
A while later, from her bed in the corner of the room, Daisy stirred. With a yawn, she took in the image in front of her. There sat Matthew and Dominic, pizza box between them, and little Greta asleep in her swing. Too tired to even beg for a scrap of pepperoni she went back to sleep, with a contented, hound-dog knowledge that all was right in her little Southern world.
Note: Of course you don't have to listen to the song Dom is singing, but if you do, I bet the thought of him singing it would make you smile. George Jones is a legend in my heart.