Midnight Show Part 1 - Shadowplay
Title: Midnight Show Part 1 - Shadowplay
Author: mistake_arrest
Pairing: Belldom, hints of past escapades of Dom/Brandon Flowers
Rating: R-15 for this part, other parts will go to NC-17
Warnings: Explicit schmexy times.
Summary: Matt & Dom go to The Killers' gig, invited by Mr. Flowers himself.
Disclaimer: I do not own Muse or The Killers and this is pure fiction. Original characters and the storyline are mine. No profit is being made.
Note: To be honest, this is just my excuse to write porn, so... enjoy? Also, this will be three chapters long unless I go wild. Betad by the lovely museylouise <3
”They’re really, really good, you know. I’m sure you’ll love ’em.” Dom sat down on the couch in the small backstage area of the famous The Troubadour in Los Angeles, Matt following and flopping his body next to the taller man.
“You seem to love them already…” Matt snickered, his eyes flicking over Dom’s face. The blond blushed and crossed his legs, brushing invisible dust off his green skinny jeans and trying to appear uninterested.
“Oh, come on.”
Matt laughed and reached for the table in front of them, pouring himself a glass of red wine without caring who the expensive looking bottle belonged to. He took a long sip and licked his lips. “Honestly, Dom, you can’t just follow every musician around that you’ve shagged. If we’ll miss our flight tomorrow because of this, you’re screwed.”
The brunet grabbed a can of beer from the drinks collection in the middle of the table and tossed it to Dom, who opened the can with a quick motion of his hand and started sipping. The drummer leaned further back into the couch and closed his eyes, enjoying the bitter taste. He opened his eyes when he felt a sharp poke in his thigh, and turned his head to his left. Matt was looking at him. “I’m serious, Dom. This is becoming a habit.”
Dom huffed and took another sip. “I’m not following Brandon! He asked me to come. Besides, it’s not like I’m forcing you to come with me. I could have come all by myself, you know...” He twirled the can in his hands a bit before adding, “But I’m glad you came, really.”
“Someone needed to come to make sure you’ll make it to the plane tomorrow. I wonder if the invitation was really meant for two, though… he seemed a bit surprised when he saw me.” Matt lifted his eyebrows questioningly.
“Pfft, that’s ridiculous, Matt. We’re just here to see the show. I already told him I’m not going to fuck him because we have an early flight.”
Matt eyed his band mate and gave him an easy smile. “Doesn’t mean he’s not going to try.” He nudged Dom’s thigh playfully with his wine glass, the blond rolling his eyes at him.
“Well, that’s his loss then, isn’t it? I didn’t ask him to invite me.”
They could hear chatter and footsteps over the quiet music playing in the background. The door to the adjoining room opened and a dark-haired man wearing black trousers, a crisp white shirt and a black waistcoat over it stepped in, followed by his band mates. The man immediately noticed the two men sitting on the couch and waved at them, making his way over to where Matt and Dom were seated.
“Hey, Dom!” Brandon slapped Dom friendly on the shoulder and squeezed gently, the blond looking up at him with a dazzling smile.
“Hey, what’s up?” Dom raised his arm behind his neck and touched Brandon’s hand lightly, the brushing contact not going unnoticed by Matt.
“Great, we’re just about hit the stage, actually. You can stand over there at the side of the stage, if you want to. Claire will show you.” Brandon talked to Dom, only acknowledging Matt’s presence by a small nod in his general direction.
“Brilliant. And hey, thanks for inviting us,” Dom said with a warm smile. Matt couldn’t help but notice the glare shot at his direction by Brandon, the first of probably many, should they stay for the after party. That was all Matt needed to know that Brandon indeed hadn’t thought that Dom would bring him along.
Well, if Matt had anything to do about it, Dom wouldn’t leave the venue with anyone other than himself. No ‘Brandon’s invited. He’d been wanting to do something about his attraction towards his best friend for so long that he felt like he couldn’t control himself much longer. Seeing Dom flirt with just about everyone other with Matt had made the singer unbelievably frustrated over the years.
Knowing Dom’s taste in men, Matt had even gotten as far as dressing himself extra sharp that night. New, black skinnies that hugged his arse and thighs hopefully in a pleasing way; a tight, white t-shirt; and to add just a tiny splash of colour into his outfit he had chosen to wear bright red Converse. Matt had an optimistic feeling that his attire was a success, based on the fact that the blond had complimented him on the short taxi ride from their hotel to The Troubadour.
Matt himself had noticed that it was extremely hard to try to keep his eyes off Dom that night; there definitely was something in the drummer that was pulling Matt towards him with full force. But then again, that was how it was usually - whereas Matt was more of a careless person who didn’t find it absolutely necessary to shower and do his hair every single day or spend ages in front of a mirror choosing his outfit for the day, Dom definitely was what people these days would call a ‘metro-sexual’ with his never ending supplies for beauty care and suitcases full of clothes when they were on the road.
Brandon gave Dom a last hug, whispering something into the blond’s ear and sneakily feeling up his backside through his skinnies. Dom’s face broke out in a wide grin but he shook his head, whispering something back - but not doing anything to protest against the hand groping him. Matt had to look away.
Wishing the band a good gig, the duo followed Claire, one of The Killers’ stage hands, around to the side of the small stage. The club was a small one; Matt estimated its capacity to about 500, and the atmosphere was buzzing. The warm up band had finished some half an hour ago and the place was filled to the brink. For a second Matt felt the hot rush of adrenaline, the same feeling he felt every time he got on stage with his two best friends. This time, however, he and Dom were only guests, privileged to witness one of the best rock bands around performing a small one off gig, thanks to Dom’s endless sex drive.
There were a few other people at the side of the stage, probably some friends and family of the band. Matt didn’t recognize any of them, and a quick whispered question to Dom confirmed that the drummer didn’t have the slightest clue either.
Matt swiped his sweating hands on the back of his jeans and put them in his pockets, only to pull them out a moment later. He scratched his neck, noticing that he was sweating, the good air conditioning making the thin layer of moisture cool on his skin. He put his hands in his pockets again, then pulled them out.
“Why do you look so nervous?” Dom asked, crossing his tanned arms over his chest, the material of his black shirt crumpling a little and revealing a thin line of skin between the hem of the shirt and the waistband of his green jeans. A line that no one else would have noticed, Matt reminded to himself, swallowing the sudden lump in his throat that made his breathing shallower.
“Why do you think I’m nervous?” the brunet asked, stepping to the side when more people entered the small standing area, his thigh bumping to Dom’s when he was forced to stand closer to him.
“I don’t know why, but you’re fidgeting, Matt. And you’re sweating and looking at me all weirdly. If I didn’t know better I’d think you’re checking me out.” Dom winked before turning towards the stage again. The lights started to dim and the atmosphere began to thicken, the small crowd cheering and whistling.
“I’m not-“ Matt started his argument, but couldn’t finish his sentence because right then the band walked on stage and the screams of the crowd overpowered every other sound.
Brandon walked right past Dom and Matt, winking in their direction - at Dom, no doubt - and stepped onto the stage, in front of his microphone. He grabbed the mic and spoke up over the roar of the crowd.
“Good evening! We are The Killers.”
The first drumroll and the opening bars of Sam’s Town echoed in the small venue. Looking to his side, Matt noticed Dom’s broad smile, the blond nodding along and drumming the beat against his thighs. The blond was clearly enjoying the show, and most likely also the view of that far too pert arse swaying on stage. Matt looked at the other people watching the show on the side, noticing that all of them were very much into the show, swaying and clapping to the songs as the show progressed. After a few songs Matt found himself enjoying the gig as well, no matter how jealous he was of all the attention Brandon was getting from Dom.
“Dom…” Matt started when there was a quieter song. He shifted a little closer to the blond, making sure their bodies touched but ready to blame it on the tight space if needed. He put his hand on the small of Dom’s back, the drummer jerking his body slightly but relaxing when he noticed it was Matt.
“Aren’t they fantastic? Not a bad shag, I’d say,” the blond laughed, his eyes smiling warmly at Matt. Dom studied Matt’s face for a few seconds then cheekily said, “You seem to enjoy them too.”
“Huh?”
“You’re fucking flushed. I know you better than anyone, and if I’m not terribly mistaken, you seem to be a little bit… turned on.” Dom’s stare was piercing, his grey eyes shining. He was so close Matt could smell his after shave; the delicious, manly smell that was almost erotic.
Now, if ever, was Matt’s time to act. The song would most likely change into a rockier one soon and the moment would be gone.
“I’m not saying you’re mistaken,” Matt mused, trying his best attempt of a flirtatious smile. He stepped to stand behind Dom, his hand sliding from the small of the blond’s back up to rest on his hip. “Because yes, I surely am turned on…” he leaned against Dom’s back, the bulge of his trousers brushing his friend’s backside.
“I knew it.” Dom clenched his stomach muscles, feeling Matt’s hand creep over it, the warm palm stopping to rest just above his navel.
“…but you’re wrong in one thing. Do you have any idea what that could be?” Matt said huskily.
“Uh…what’s that?”
Matt pressed his hand on Dom’s stomach, leaning in closer. It wasn’t their normal behavior and Matt felt like he should be extra careful. On the other hand he just wanted to dive right in and carry Dom backstage to ravage him on the table there.
“Well, let’s just say that it’s not Mr. Flowers who’s making me all hot and bothered tonight.”
Dom didn’t say anything but Matt felt the blond’s breath become heavier, and if he slid his hand higher he could feel the rise and fall of his chest. Dom was just about to say something when the song ended and the crowd broke out in loud applauds, making it impossible to communicate again.
“I fucking love this song!” Dom shouted, turning his head back so Matt could hear. To the brunet’s surprise Dom hadn’t done anything to remove Matt’s hand off his body or to push him away. They’d always been very close, both mentally and physically, but certain boundaries had never been crossed. They were always poking and prodding and squeezing, but embraces like this had been off-limits before.
Actually, Dom almost felt like he was leaning into Matt, his broad back pressing flush into the singers chest and his arse experimentally nudging Matt’s front. Matt felt like he was experiencing a sensory overload all of a sudden, the feeling of Dom’s body suddenly so close to his so surreal. The breath hitched in Matt’s throat, and not caring if someone around them would notice, he put his chin on Dom’s shoulder, both men swaying to the rhythm.
Something caught their attention, and they fixed their attention to what was happening on stage, without breaking their physical contact. Brandon had taken the mic in his hand and turned around. To everyone else it probably looked like he was just singing to the rest of the band, but both Matt and Dom tensed when it was obvious to them that Brandon was looking straight at them - well, more specifically at Dom.
“Don’t you wanna come with me? Don’t you wanna feel my bones, on your bones? It’s only natural.”
Brandon’s eyes bore into Dom’s, but the blond was still swaying his hips against Matt’s. Feeling his dick harden when it rubbed against Dom’s arse, Matt sighed, his hot breath bursting on the blond’s neck. Rather feeling than seeing that they were being watched, Matt slid his hand low enough to dip it under Dom’s shirt.
Matt felt brave enough to lift his stare from Dom’s neck. He looked forward, just in time to see the flicker of anger in Brandon’s movements when he turned away from them, placing the mic back into the stand. Dom’s hand joined Matt’s under the black shirt, his thick, strong drummer’s fingers entwining with Matt’s longer ones.
“Don’t you wanna come with me? Don’t you wanna feel my bones, on your bones? It’s only natural. Don’t you wanna swim with me? Don’t you wanna feel my skin on your skin? It’s only natural.”
Matt tried to sing the lyrics in Dom’s ear as seductively as he could, squeezing the blond’s hand in his. He had no idea if anyone aside from Brandon was aware of their actions, but he had a feeling that it was time to take their little game somewhere else.
“Let’s go,” he said, only loud enough for Dom to hear. “If you want to, that is.”
Dom tilted his head, enjoying the feeling of Matt’s hot breath on his skin, craving for more contact. Matt hesitated, only squeezing the blond’s hand again. “Please, Dom. You can’t just tease me like this and then leave me out in the cold.”
“I can’t believe you’re calling me a tease… And what exactly do you have in mind?”
“I don’t…” Matt gulped, disentangling his hand from Dom’s and grabbing the other man’s hips instead, pushing his body away a bit. “I don’t have anything specific in mind. I just want you out of here.”
“Why?”
“Just come on.” Matt pulled Dom by his hips, turned him around and pushed him towards the backstage entrance. Feeling his heartbeat quicken, he rushed in front of Dom as soon as they were out of sight and took his hand in his, pulling the blond backstage.
“Matt!” It wasn’t a protest as such, just a surprised yelp when Matt turned Dom around again, the blond now facing him. Matt backed him across the room, holding on to his slim hips, the curves of the drummer’s body never having felt as tempting as now.
Dom’s back came in contact with the wall, Matt’s body following soon after and pressing against Dom’s. Matt had his best friend there, pinned against the wall, right where he wanted him, and when questioning grey eyes bored into his daring blue ones, he couldn’t help but stop for a moment.
“Dom, you’re… you know what this is about, don’t you?”
“I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to explain a bit, to be honest,” Dom responded, reaching up to brush a stray strand of hair aside from Matt’s forehead, only now noticing how Matt had obviously spent an unusual amount of time fixing his hair tonight. And if Dom wasn’t mistaken, the singer’s hair smelled suspiciously familiar, like something from his own hair product collection…
Matt’s expression was deadly serious, his heartbeat having reached a new high. It was now or never, really. There was no backing off now. This was the real deal.
“I just want you so fucking much,” he blurted out, much more bluntly than he had meant to. He stared at Dom wide eyed, waiting for the blond to react somehow. “So much, Dom.”
Dom furrowed his brows, trying to take it all in, his hand still caressing Matt’s temple. Matt felt his heart sink a little. Fuck, why did he have to open his mouth at the wrong time again? Dom didn’t want him, it had just been a game for him, something he could tease Matt about later.
The brunet, however, had opened the floodgates and found it suddenly impossible to stop.
“You know what, Dom? I hated seeing you with Brandon last night and tonight. I hated the way he looked at you, the way he touched you. Every time I see you with someone new I feel the same. I want to fucking slap them and tear them away from you so I could have my way with you.” Matt was bright red at this point, his hand having crept on the front of Dom’s shirt and clutching the material without him even noticing. He looked down and released the fabric, running his palm over it in an attempt to smooth the crumpled material. “Sorry. I can’t seem to help myself tonight. Fuck, I’m such a mess, aren’t I?”
Matt still looked down, unable to meet the gaze of the other man who had remained silent all this time. The Killers were playing just mere meters from them, the music so loud that the floor beneath their feet vibrated, but the only thing Matt could hear was his own heartbeat and Dom’s breathing so painfully close to his ear.
“Hey…” A hand cupped Matt’s jaw, gently pulling to force the brunet to face Dom. Friendly, grey eyes met his own once again, Matt feeling impossibly torn between just running away and staying to see what would happen. Dom’s eyes pleaded him to stay. “Matt, I’m really glad you’re telling me all this. Don’t feel bad about it.”
Matt took a step back, distancing himself from the heat of Dom’s body. “But you want nothing to do with me. I get it. I appreciate that you’re telling me this nicely, though, instead of your usual mocking.”
“It’s a serious thing, Matt, why the fuck would I laugh at you or mock you?” Dom dropped his hand and managed to grab Matt by the wrist before the brunet would storm out. “And I said nothing about not wanting anything with you.”
“Huh?”
“C’mere, Matt. You’re so silly sometimes.” Matt was pulled back to Dom, the drummer wrapping his arms around Matt’s waist as soon as the brunet was close enough. Matt fluttered his eyelashes as he saw his friend’s face approach his, the lush pair of lips parting ever so slightly before coming in contact with Matt’s thinner ones. Massaging Matt’s lower back soothingly as he kissed slowly, experimentally, Dom tilted his head, gaining better access. Matt moaned into the kiss ever so softly, brushing his lips over Dom’s over and over again, trying to process in his head that this was really happening. That he really was standing here with the one person he’d thought he would never have the way he wanted to have.
“Dom… is this- is this real?” Matt asked in between kisses, receiving a gentle grope of his arse as a response. “Oh! Fuck, I guess it is, then… Dom, I’ve wanted to tell you this for so long, I-“
“Matt,” Dom interrupted him with a giggle, biting playfully into his lower lip, tongue immediately lapping on the spot and nudging to push into the brunet’s mouth. “Save something for the bedroom, yeah?”
Matt pulled away, just barely enough to stop the kiss but still staying close. His eyes flicked open, his nostrils flaring slightly. “B-Bedroom?”
“Yeah, you thought we’re gonna do it here? No fucking way.” Dom smirked, his perfect, white teeth flashing before he dove right back for Matt’s mouth, both men gaining more confidence by the second.
Now, you might think that this had been Matt’s intention all along, to seduce his gorgeous drummer and make love with him until dawn. But truth be told, he had only planned as far as to leave the club before Brandon would get his claws on him. Now when Dom actually expressed his interest to engage in sexual activities with Matt… well, needless to say that it was like a wet dream about to come true for the brunet.
Matt threw his arms around Dom’s neck, smiling into the kisses that grew more passionate, more lustful and more desperate for something more. The taste of Dom’s mouth was sending Matt into a horny haze, and the sweet smell of Dom’s hair - which was, incidentally, the same as Matt’s - was making him want to lick vanilla sauce off every contour of the drummer’s body.
And what a body that was. Matt had seen Dom in various states of undress enough times to say that the blond possessed a body that many men would be jealous of. Years of drumming and versatile cardio exercises had definitely had an impact on the smoothness of his curves and the well defined muscles of Dom’s body.
If Matt played his cards right tonight, he would unveil everything, absolutely everything, about Dom. He’d known the blond for half his life but now they were about to go into another territory, an area that was a absolute mystery to Matt. The singer could only hope that Dom was as eager to find out those things about Matt. To see him scream in ecstasy and writhe in pleasure…
Snapping himself back to reality when he felt strong hands impatiently cup his arse, he released Dom’s lips with a loud smacking sound and took a deep breath. He had been very happy to notice that Dom’s body was responding to all this snogging and groping in a much similar way to his; he felt something rather impressive press against his hip, his own cock having been awake already for quite some time and digging into Dom’s jean-clad thigh.
“Matt, are you here at all? I asked you if you wanted to go back to the hotel?”
After looking into Dom’s bright eyes which were full of trust and want, that was exactly what Matt wanted, so he nodded, kissing Dom one final time before pulling away. It wasn’t the normal suggestion that Matt heard so often on their nights out, when they were both so drunk that they needed to go and sleep it off; or when they had travelled all day and just wanted a bed to fall on. It was Dom’s plead to go back to the hotel, sober, relatively early into the night, to engage in activities that they’d never had before.
The thought alone made Matt even harder than before and he had to adjust himself before taking Dom’s hand in his to lead the blond out. The gesture was surprisingly sweet, Dom grabbing his hand happily and squeezing it, smiling that mega-watt smile of his that made so many people’s knees go weak in a split second. Matt was so happy that that smile was just for him tonight; not for Brandon or for any other random groupie, band member, or fan. Just for Matt.
They didn’t have to wait for long at the taxi stand. Dom hopped into the taxi first, Matt following him. They bumped awkwardly when Matt stumbled, trying to decide whether he should sit in the middle seat or by the window, leaving one seat between him and Dom. A tug on his sleeve sealed his decision and he settled in the middle, the blond’s lips on his before he even realized it and a hand rubbing and fisting the material of his skinnies.
“I want to fuck you so bad, Matt. You have no idea.”
Author: mistake_arrest
Pairing: Belldom, hints of past escapades of Dom/Brandon Flowers
Rating: R-15 for this part, other parts will go to NC-17
Warnings: Explicit schmexy times.
Summary: Matt & Dom go to The Killers' gig, invited by Mr. Flowers himself.
Disclaimer: I do not own Muse or The Killers and this is pure fiction. Original characters and the storyline are mine. No profit is being made.
Note: To be honest, this is just my excuse to write porn, so... enjoy? Also, this will be three chapters long unless I go wild. Betad by the lovely museylouise <3
”They’re really, really good, you know. I’m sure you’ll love ’em.” Dom sat down on the couch in the small backstage area of the famous The Troubadour in Los Angeles, Matt following and flopping his body next to the taller man.
“You seem to love them already…” Matt snickered, his eyes flicking over Dom’s face. The blond blushed and crossed his legs, brushing invisible dust off his green skinny jeans and trying to appear uninterested.
“Oh, come on.”
Matt laughed and reached for the table in front of them, pouring himself a glass of red wine without caring who the expensive looking bottle belonged to. He took a long sip and licked his lips. “Honestly, Dom, you can’t just follow every musician around that you’ve shagged. If we’ll miss our flight tomorrow because of this, you’re screwed.”
The brunet grabbed a can of beer from the drinks collection in the middle of the table and tossed it to Dom, who opened the can with a quick motion of his hand and started sipping. The drummer leaned further back into the couch and closed his eyes, enjoying the bitter taste. He opened his eyes when he felt a sharp poke in his thigh, and turned his head to his left. Matt was looking at him. “I’m serious, Dom. This is becoming a habit.”
Dom huffed and took another sip. “I’m not following Brandon! He asked me to come. Besides, it’s not like I’m forcing you to come with me. I could have come all by myself, you know...” He twirled the can in his hands a bit before adding, “But I’m glad you came, really.”
“Someone needed to come to make sure you’ll make it to the plane tomorrow. I wonder if the invitation was really meant for two, though… he seemed a bit surprised when he saw me.” Matt lifted his eyebrows questioningly.
“Pfft, that’s ridiculous, Matt. We’re just here to see the show. I already told him I’m not going to fuck him because we have an early flight.”
Matt eyed his band mate and gave him an easy smile. “Doesn’t mean he’s not going to try.” He nudged Dom’s thigh playfully with his wine glass, the blond rolling his eyes at him.
“Well, that’s his loss then, isn’t it? I didn’t ask him to invite me.”
They could hear chatter and footsteps over the quiet music playing in the background. The door to the adjoining room opened and a dark-haired man wearing black trousers, a crisp white shirt and a black waistcoat over it stepped in, followed by his band mates. The man immediately noticed the two men sitting on the couch and waved at them, making his way over to where Matt and Dom were seated.
“Hey, Dom!” Brandon slapped Dom friendly on the shoulder and squeezed gently, the blond looking up at him with a dazzling smile.
“Hey, what’s up?” Dom raised his arm behind his neck and touched Brandon’s hand lightly, the brushing contact not going unnoticed by Matt.
“Great, we’re just about hit the stage, actually. You can stand over there at the side of the stage, if you want to. Claire will show you.” Brandon talked to Dom, only acknowledging Matt’s presence by a small nod in his general direction.
“Brilliant. And hey, thanks for inviting us,” Dom said with a warm smile. Matt couldn’t help but notice the glare shot at his direction by Brandon, the first of probably many, should they stay for the after party. That was all Matt needed to know that Brandon indeed hadn’t thought that Dom would bring him along.
Well, if Matt had anything to do about it, Dom wouldn’t leave the venue with anyone other than himself. No ‘Brandon’s invited. He’d been wanting to do something about his attraction towards his best friend for so long that he felt like he couldn’t control himself much longer. Seeing Dom flirt with just about everyone other with Matt had made the singer unbelievably frustrated over the years.
Knowing Dom’s taste in men, Matt had even gotten as far as dressing himself extra sharp that night. New, black skinnies that hugged his arse and thighs hopefully in a pleasing way; a tight, white t-shirt; and to add just a tiny splash of colour into his outfit he had chosen to wear bright red Converse. Matt had an optimistic feeling that his attire was a success, based on the fact that the blond had complimented him on the short taxi ride from their hotel to The Troubadour.
Matt himself had noticed that it was extremely hard to try to keep his eyes off Dom that night; there definitely was something in the drummer that was pulling Matt towards him with full force. But then again, that was how it was usually - whereas Matt was more of a careless person who didn’t find it absolutely necessary to shower and do his hair every single day or spend ages in front of a mirror choosing his outfit for the day, Dom definitely was what people these days would call a ‘metro-sexual’ with his never ending supplies for beauty care and suitcases full of clothes when they were on the road.
Brandon gave Dom a last hug, whispering something into the blond’s ear and sneakily feeling up his backside through his skinnies. Dom’s face broke out in a wide grin but he shook his head, whispering something back - but not doing anything to protest against the hand groping him. Matt had to look away.
Wishing the band a good gig, the duo followed Claire, one of The Killers’ stage hands, around to the side of the small stage. The club was a small one; Matt estimated its capacity to about 500, and the atmosphere was buzzing. The warm up band had finished some half an hour ago and the place was filled to the brink. For a second Matt felt the hot rush of adrenaline, the same feeling he felt every time he got on stage with his two best friends. This time, however, he and Dom were only guests, privileged to witness one of the best rock bands around performing a small one off gig, thanks to Dom’s endless sex drive.
There were a few other people at the side of the stage, probably some friends and family of the band. Matt didn’t recognize any of them, and a quick whispered question to Dom confirmed that the drummer didn’t have the slightest clue either.
Matt swiped his sweating hands on the back of his jeans and put them in his pockets, only to pull them out a moment later. He scratched his neck, noticing that he was sweating, the good air conditioning making the thin layer of moisture cool on his skin. He put his hands in his pockets again, then pulled them out.
“Why do you look so nervous?” Dom asked, crossing his tanned arms over his chest, the material of his black shirt crumpling a little and revealing a thin line of skin between the hem of the shirt and the waistband of his green jeans. A line that no one else would have noticed, Matt reminded to himself, swallowing the sudden lump in his throat that made his breathing shallower.
“Why do you think I’m nervous?” the brunet asked, stepping to the side when more people entered the small standing area, his thigh bumping to Dom’s when he was forced to stand closer to him.
“I don’t know why, but you’re fidgeting, Matt. And you’re sweating and looking at me all weirdly. If I didn’t know better I’d think you’re checking me out.” Dom winked before turning towards the stage again. The lights started to dim and the atmosphere began to thicken, the small crowd cheering and whistling.
“I’m not-“ Matt started his argument, but couldn’t finish his sentence because right then the band walked on stage and the screams of the crowd overpowered every other sound.
Brandon walked right past Dom and Matt, winking in their direction - at Dom, no doubt - and stepped onto the stage, in front of his microphone. He grabbed the mic and spoke up over the roar of the crowd.
“Good evening! We are The Killers.”
The first drumroll and the opening bars of Sam’s Town echoed in the small venue. Looking to his side, Matt noticed Dom’s broad smile, the blond nodding along and drumming the beat against his thighs. The blond was clearly enjoying the show, and most likely also the view of that far too pert arse swaying on stage. Matt looked at the other people watching the show on the side, noticing that all of them were very much into the show, swaying and clapping to the songs as the show progressed. After a few songs Matt found himself enjoying the gig as well, no matter how jealous he was of all the attention Brandon was getting from Dom.
“Dom…” Matt started when there was a quieter song. He shifted a little closer to the blond, making sure their bodies touched but ready to blame it on the tight space if needed. He put his hand on the small of Dom’s back, the drummer jerking his body slightly but relaxing when he noticed it was Matt.
“Aren’t they fantastic? Not a bad shag, I’d say,” the blond laughed, his eyes smiling warmly at Matt. Dom studied Matt’s face for a few seconds then cheekily said, “You seem to enjoy them too.”
“Huh?”
“You’re fucking flushed. I know you better than anyone, and if I’m not terribly mistaken, you seem to be a little bit… turned on.” Dom’s stare was piercing, his grey eyes shining. He was so close Matt could smell his after shave; the delicious, manly smell that was almost erotic.
Now, if ever, was Matt’s time to act. The song would most likely change into a rockier one soon and the moment would be gone.
“I’m not saying you’re mistaken,” Matt mused, trying his best attempt of a flirtatious smile. He stepped to stand behind Dom, his hand sliding from the small of the blond’s back up to rest on his hip. “Because yes, I surely am turned on…” he leaned against Dom’s back, the bulge of his trousers brushing his friend’s backside.
“I knew it.” Dom clenched his stomach muscles, feeling Matt’s hand creep over it, the warm palm stopping to rest just above his navel.
“…but you’re wrong in one thing. Do you have any idea what that could be?” Matt said huskily.
“Uh…what’s that?”
Matt pressed his hand on Dom’s stomach, leaning in closer. It wasn’t their normal behavior and Matt felt like he should be extra careful. On the other hand he just wanted to dive right in and carry Dom backstage to ravage him on the table there.
“Well, let’s just say that it’s not Mr. Flowers who’s making me all hot and bothered tonight.”
Dom didn’t say anything but Matt felt the blond’s breath become heavier, and if he slid his hand higher he could feel the rise and fall of his chest. Dom was just about to say something when the song ended and the crowd broke out in loud applauds, making it impossible to communicate again.
“I fucking love this song!” Dom shouted, turning his head back so Matt could hear. To the brunet’s surprise Dom hadn’t done anything to remove Matt’s hand off his body or to push him away. They’d always been very close, both mentally and physically, but certain boundaries had never been crossed. They were always poking and prodding and squeezing, but embraces like this had been off-limits before.
Actually, Dom almost felt like he was leaning into Matt, his broad back pressing flush into the singers chest and his arse experimentally nudging Matt’s front. Matt felt like he was experiencing a sensory overload all of a sudden, the feeling of Dom’s body suddenly so close to his so surreal. The breath hitched in Matt’s throat, and not caring if someone around them would notice, he put his chin on Dom’s shoulder, both men swaying to the rhythm.
Something caught their attention, and they fixed their attention to what was happening on stage, without breaking their physical contact. Brandon had taken the mic in his hand and turned around. To everyone else it probably looked like he was just singing to the rest of the band, but both Matt and Dom tensed when it was obvious to them that Brandon was looking straight at them - well, more specifically at Dom.
“Don’t you wanna come with me? Don’t you wanna feel my bones, on your bones? It’s only natural.”
Brandon’s eyes bore into Dom’s, but the blond was still swaying his hips against Matt’s. Feeling his dick harden when it rubbed against Dom’s arse, Matt sighed, his hot breath bursting on the blond’s neck. Rather feeling than seeing that they were being watched, Matt slid his hand low enough to dip it under Dom’s shirt.
Matt felt brave enough to lift his stare from Dom’s neck. He looked forward, just in time to see the flicker of anger in Brandon’s movements when he turned away from them, placing the mic back into the stand. Dom’s hand joined Matt’s under the black shirt, his thick, strong drummer’s fingers entwining with Matt’s longer ones.
“Don’t you wanna come with me? Don’t you wanna feel my bones, on your bones? It’s only natural. Don’t you wanna swim with me? Don’t you wanna feel my skin on your skin? It’s only natural.”
Matt tried to sing the lyrics in Dom’s ear as seductively as he could, squeezing the blond’s hand in his. He had no idea if anyone aside from Brandon was aware of their actions, but he had a feeling that it was time to take their little game somewhere else.
“Let’s go,” he said, only loud enough for Dom to hear. “If you want to, that is.”
Dom tilted his head, enjoying the feeling of Matt’s hot breath on his skin, craving for more contact. Matt hesitated, only squeezing the blond’s hand again. “Please, Dom. You can’t just tease me like this and then leave me out in the cold.”
“I can’t believe you’re calling me a tease… And what exactly do you have in mind?”
“I don’t…” Matt gulped, disentangling his hand from Dom’s and grabbing the other man’s hips instead, pushing his body away a bit. “I don’t have anything specific in mind. I just want you out of here.”
“Why?”
“Just come on.” Matt pulled Dom by his hips, turned him around and pushed him towards the backstage entrance. Feeling his heartbeat quicken, he rushed in front of Dom as soon as they were out of sight and took his hand in his, pulling the blond backstage.
“Matt!” It wasn’t a protest as such, just a surprised yelp when Matt turned Dom around again, the blond now facing him. Matt backed him across the room, holding on to his slim hips, the curves of the drummer’s body never having felt as tempting as now.
Dom’s back came in contact with the wall, Matt’s body following soon after and pressing against Dom’s. Matt had his best friend there, pinned against the wall, right where he wanted him, and when questioning grey eyes bored into his daring blue ones, he couldn’t help but stop for a moment.
“Dom, you’re… you know what this is about, don’t you?”
“I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to explain a bit, to be honest,” Dom responded, reaching up to brush a stray strand of hair aside from Matt’s forehead, only now noticing how Matt had obviously spent an unusual amount of time fixing his hair tonight. And if Dom wasn’t mistaken, the singer’s hair smelled suspiciously familiar, like something from his own hair product collection…
Matt’s expression was deadly serious, his heartbeat having reached a new high. It was now or never, really. There was no backing off now. This was the real deal.
“I just want you so fucking much,” he blurted out, much more bluntly than he had meant to. He stared at Dom wide eyed, waiting for the blond to react somehow. “So much, Dom.”
Dom furrowed his brows, trying to take it all in, his hand still caressing Matt’s temple. Matt felt his heart sink a little. Fuck, why did he have to open his mouth at the wrong time again? Dom didn’t want him, it had just been a game for him, something he could tease Matt about later.
The brunet, however, had opened the floodgates and found it suddenly impossible to stop.
“You know what, Dom? I hated seeing you with Brandon last night and tonight. I hated the way he looked at you, the way he touched you. Every time I see you with someone new I feel the same. I want to fucking slap them and tear them away from you so I could have my way with you.” Matt was bright red at this point, his hand having crept on the front of Dom’s shirt and clutching the material without him even noticing. He looked down and released the fabric, running his palm over it in an attempt to smooth the crumpled material. “Sorry. I can’t seem to help myself tonight. Fuck, I’m such a mess, aren’t I?”
Matt still looked down, unable to meet the gaze of the other man who had remained silent all this time. The Killers were playing just mere meters from them, the music so loud that the floor beneath their feet vibrated, but the only thing Matt could hear was his own heartbeat and Dom’s breathing so painfully close to his ear.
“Hey…” A hand cupped Matt’s jaw, gently pulling to force the brunet to face Dom. Friendly, grey eyes met his own once again, Matt feeling impossibly torn between just running away and staying to see what would happen. Dom’s eyes pleaded him to stay. “Matt, I’m really glad you’re telling me all this. Don’t feel bad about it.”
Matt took a step back, distancing himself from the heat of Dom’s body. “But you want nothing to do with me. I get it. I appreciate that you’re telling me this nicely, though, instead of your usual mocking.”
“It’s a serious thing, Matt, why the fuck would I laugh at you or mock you?” Dom dropped his hand and managed to grab Matt by the wrist before the brunet would storm out. “And I said nothing about not wanting anything with you.”
“Huh?”
“C’mere, Matt. You’re so silly sometimes.” Matt was pulled back to Dom, the drummer wrapping his arms around Matt’s waist as soon as the brunet was close enough. Matt fluttered his eyelashes as he saw his friend’s face approach his, the lush pair of lips parting ever so slightly before coming in contact with Matt’s thinner ones. Massaging Matt’s lower back soothingly as he kissed slowly, experimentally, Dom tilted his head, gaining better access. Matt moaned into the kiss ever so softly, brushing his lips over Dom’s over and over again, trying to process in his head that this was really happening. That he really was standing here with the one person he’d thought he would never have the way he wanted to have.
“Dom… is this- is this real?” Matt asked in between kisses, receiving a gentle grope of his arse as a response. “Oh! Fuck, I guess it is, then… Dom, I’ve wanted to tell you this for so long, I-“
“Matt,” Dom interrupted him with a giggle, biting playfully into his lower lip, tongue immediately lapping on the spot and nudging to push into the brunet’s mouth. “Save something for the bedroom, yeah?”
Matt pulled away, just barely enough to stop the kiss but still staying close. His eyes flicked open, his nostrils flaring slightly. “B-Bedroom?”
“Yeah, you thought we’re gonna do it here? No fucking way.” Dom smirked, his perfect, white teeth flashing before he dove right back for Matt’s mouth, both men gaining more confidence by the second.
Now, you might think that this had been Matt’s intention all along, to seduce his gorgeous drummer and make love with him until dawn. But truth be told, he had only planned as far as to leave the club before Brandon would get his claws on him. Now when Dom actually expressed his interest to engage in sexual activities with Matt… well, needless to say that it was like a wet dream about to come true for the brunet.
Matt threw his arms around Dom’s neck, smiling into the kisses that grew more passionate, more lustful and more desperate for something more. The taste of Dom’s mouth was sending Matt into a horny haze, and the sweet smell of Dom’s hair - which was, incidentally, the same as Matt’s - was making him want to lick vanilla sauce off every contour of the drummer’s body.
And what a body that was. Matt had seen Dom in various states of undress enough times to say that the blond possessed a body that many men would be jealous of. Years of drumming and versatile cardio exercises had definitely had an impact on the smoothness of his curves and the well defined muscles of Dom’s body.
If Matt played his cards right tonight, he would unveil everything, absolutely everything, about Dom. He’d known the blond for half his life but now they were about to go into another territory, an area that was a absolute mystery to Matt. The singer could only hope that Dom was as eager to find out those things about Matt. To see him scream in ecstasy and writhe in pleasure…
Snapping himself back to reality when he felt strong hands impatiently cup his arse, he released Dom’s lips with a loud smacking sound and took a deep breath. He had been very happy to notice that Dom’s body was responding to all this snogging and groping in a much similar way to his; he felt something rather impressive press against his hip, his own cock having been awake already for quite some time and digging into Dom’s jean-clad thigh.
“Matt, are you here at all? I asked you if you wanted to go back to the hotel?”
After looking into Dom’s bright eyes which were full of trust and want, that was exactly what Matt wanted, so he nodded, kissing Dom one final time before pulling away. It wasn’t the normal suggestion that Matt heard so often on their nights out, when they were both so drunk that they needed to go and sleep it off; or when they had travelled all day and just wanted a bed to fall on. It was Dom’s plead to go back to the hotel, sober, relatively early into the night, to engage in activities that they’d never had before.
The thought alone made Matt even harder than before and he had to adjust himself before taking Dom’s hand in his to lead the blond out. The gesture was surprisingly sweet, Dom grabbing his hand happily and squeezing it, smiling that mega-watt smile of his that made so many people’s knees go weak in a split second. Matt was so happy that that smile was just for him tonight; not for Brandon or for any other random groupie, band member, or fan. Just for Matt.
They didn’t have to wait for long at the taxi stand. Dom hopped into the taxi first, Matt following him. They bumped awkwardly when Matt stumbled, trying to decide whether he should sit in the middle seat or by the window, leaving one seat between him and Dom. A tug on his sleeve sealed his decision and he settled in the middle, the blond’s lips on his before he even realized it and a hand rubbing and fisting the material of his skinnies.
“I want to fuck you so bad, Matt. You have no idea.”