All The Way Down: 3
Title: All The Way Down: 3
Author: A,
mistake_arrest
Pairing: Belldom (+ Dom/OC, Matt/OC)
Rating: R
Warnings: Angst, het sex(!), language, drinking
Summary: It's not so easy being around your best friend when you're hopelessly in love with him.
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys and none of this ever happened!
A/N: I don't know if I should apologize for these quick updates, lol. Thank you
shayunknown for beta reading again <3
Previous parts: Part 1 | Part 2
The gig is well under way. The crowd has been amazing so far - we don’t praise our French fans for nothing. I can hardly hear our own music over the thunderous roar of the crowd, the waves of excitement slamming against my face in an unstoppable flow.
It might look like everything is perfect, from an outsider’s point of view. The truth is that it’s everything but perfect. I haven’t talked to Dom. Hell, I can’t even look him in the eyes. I don’t even know why - he’s still my best friend and it’s entirely my fault that I’ve let my feeling take over like they have.
Dom seems to be oblivious. That’s typical of him; he seems to have developed some sort of defense mechanism over years. He’s able to ignore my frequent bitchy moods and silent treatments and accept them as normal behavior.
As we finish our main set with ‘Unnatural selection’, all three of us walk backstage for a moment. We never talk very much during encore breaks and this time it’s not any different. I retreat further into the corridor we’re waiting in, Dom hopping around enthusiastically closer to the stage door. I lean my back against the wall, biting my lip in thought, and Chris catches my eyes, cocking his head to the side. He doesn’t say anything, but I can see that he wants to.
Chris is not dumb; I think he knows something is wrong with me, but he’s waiting for me to sort it out myself. Maybe it’s because I told him I miss my ex - he knows it will go away but wants to keep an eye on me in case it all goes tits up like it sometimes does with me.
“Okay, guys, you need to be on stage in thirty seconds! Ready?” our stage manager asks and we all nod, the adrenalin starting its second round of the day and spurring us on as we jog back on stage.
It’s great, it’s thrilling, but I just don’t feel that connection with my band mates that I usually do. If I look at Dom, I’m faced with that intensive grey stare that makes me mess up the riff. I try to ignore him and manage to make it to the end of our encore without major hitches.
We finish with ‘Knights of Cydonia’ before we say our goodbyes and cheers to the crowd. They don’t seem to have noticed my mistakes, and their enthusiasm makes me smile and blow kisses in their direction.
When I walk backstage, towards our dressing room, someone throws a towel at me and I grab it, grateful that I can shove it in my face for a few seconds as I sit down on a chair. Dom has already plopped down on a sofa and is sipping water, and Chris sits down beside him, willing to stay for a couple of beers before he’ll to the hotel to call his wife.
“Good gig, eh?” Dom says, wiping sweat off his face with a green towel. I bite my lip to prevent myself from groaning at the sight of him all sweaty and flustered and merely nod. “The crowd was fucking nuts. They love us, Matt. We’ve got to make the most of it later, don’t you think?”
I know exactly what he means. I’m sure someone has already been sent out for a search for pretty girls - maybe a few pretty guys for Dom, too - for us to pick our favourites from. It’s always so easy getting laid when you’re a rock star. I don’t feel like partying, though, and I throw the towel into a corner.
“Don’t think I’m up for it tonight, mate. Too tired. You go and have your fun, though.”
Dom shrugs and doesn’t protest. He’s probably noticed that I’m not in the greatest mood today, and even though the little bugger often tries to irritate me on purpose until I reach my boiling point, he doesn’t seem to be too eager to test my anger management abilities tonight.
It doesn’t take long until Dom disappears with a group of giggling girls Tom has brought in through the back door, and Chris and I decide to take a taxi to our hotel. It’s not very late, and I reckon I can get a pretty decent amount of sleep.
I say goodnight to Chris and enter my hotel room. Different day, different country, different hotel. It’s all the same for me anyway, so I hardly notice the difference. I toe my shoes off and change quickly to my night gear - pajama bottoms and Dom’s old t-shirt I managed to persuade him to give me a while ago when he was about to throw it away. All right, I know what people might think, but the main reason for using it is simply the fact that it’s big and comfortable enough for me to use during night time.
I glance at the clock - only just past midnight. Our next gig is tomorrow in another town in France and the drive doesn’t take very long, so we are not in for an early departure. That’s probably good news for Dom as well, who is most likely rubbing himself against some cheap tart in some dodgy club right now…
I realize that, once again, I’m thinking about him. Can’t I just stop for a minute, erase him from my mind for at least a few hours? It seems like everything I do and everything that happens reminds me of Dom - good or bad, that doesn’t really matter. He’s so fucking important to me that it pains me to think that our friendship doesn’t feel as natural right now as I’d want it to be.
~*~*~
It’s not until I feel the bed dip slightly next to me that I notice someone has been creeping into my hotel room. The movement makes me jump awake from my dream, and I hold my breath until my eyes land on the familiar face staring at me from above, illuminated by the light of the street lamps outside.
His features are damn beautiful like that, crosses my mind when I finally let out the breath I’ve been holding, my breathing turning into shallow pants while my heart still beats wildly in my chest from the surprise.
“Dom?” I ask wide-eyed, slowly noticing his half lidded eyes that stare at me slightly unfocused, and his wavering stature as he shifts on the mattress to sit closer to me. He almost falls on top of my thighs, but I grab his arm, yanking roughly to keep him upright. “Dom, what the fuck are you doing here? How did you get in?”
He flashes me a proud smile and waves one of his hands in front of me, a white keycard between his fingers.
“Tom gave me one of these!”
I shake my head. I know Tom usually has key cards to all our rooms in case of an emergency, but I have to wonder what Dom has done to make Tom give him one to my room. Then again, when I think of it, Dom has always had a certain effect on people - he always seems to get what he wants with that charming smile of his. He’s just so bloody likeable that Tom has probably not even been suspicious when Dom’s asked for the card…
“Why are you here, then?” I pull the covers higher up my body, suddenly shivering in the air-conditioned room. I sit up a bit, leaning against the headboard. Dom scoots closer on the bed until I could swear I can smell the scent of whiskey in his breath.
“I just came to see how you’re doing, Matty.” He never calls me that unless he’s drunk, and the way he slurs slightly and how he has to keep one palm pressed against the mattress to keep himself from swaying suggests that he indeed has spent the majority of the evening at the bar. “You were upset earlier, weren’t you?”
I bite my lip and avoid his eyes, even though I know he probably won’t remember this conversation in the morning.
“I’m all right, Dom… just wanted some space, okay?”
Dom reaches across my duvet-covered stomach and to my surprise takes my hand in his. I hope he doesn’t notice the gasp that escapes my mouth just then. “I don’t want you to be upset, Matty… you do know that, don’t you?”
I feel nauseous. He has no idea of what he’s doing to me with his touch, how fucking flustered he makes me. It’s not only sickening, it’s ridiculous as well. How can a life-long friendship turn into something like… this?
“Dom… don’t you have anyone else you could go to? I was trying to sleep.” His hand is still on mine. I’m trying not to let my voice shake and I bite harder on my lip, sure that I will draw blood soon. I pull my hand away from his and cross my arms over my chest.
“Oh, I have someone, believe me. There’s a bed full of girls waiting for me.”
I roll my eyes and finally look him in the eyes. I can’t see much in the dark, but there’s something odd in the way he’s looking at me.
“Why don’t you go there, then?” I huff, hoping my voice sounds annoyed enough.
“I was hoping you’d want to join.”
So. Just to let you know, this is not our average conversation. We’ve certainly had our fair share of fun with groupies together, but not together in the way he seems to be suggesting now. Dom apparently sees my stunned face, complete with a mouth dropped open, and giggles.
“Oh, come on, Matty. It was a joke. You were sleeping, right?” Dom leans forward and gives my cheek a wet, whiskey smelling peck. “Maybe you should go back to sleep…” He kisses my face again; this time he aims his lips at my jaw, throwing his arms around my torso and falling half on top of me.
I can’t handle him being this affectionate. He does it all the time when he’s drunk, and usually I don’t mind because I’m equally pissed out of my mind. Now I feel more than sober, though, and all these feelings I’m having are making my head spin.
I’m afraid he will soon fall asleep on my bed if I don’t do anything, so I try to shove him gently. I look down to find him staring at my face, his chin resting on my chest. Dom presses himself against my side and squeezes me tighter into his drunken embrace.
“Get off, Dom…” I say softly but hopefully with enough determination. “I really need some sleep tonight.”
He stays silent for a while, just studying my features as if he’s looking at me for the first time, his eyes hovering over my eyes and nose, finally stopping at my lips. I’m just about to repeat what I just said, when he opens his mouth to speak.
“I like you, Matty.” His gaze flicks up to my confused eyes for a second before dropping back down. “Sometimes I wish you weren’t so bloody straight.”
I frown, but he cuts me off again before I can say anything.
With his mouth.
It’s a wet, sloppy kiss and it’s over before I even realize it happened. Did it really? I’m not entirely sure. In any case, I’m left lying alone on my bed as Dom gets up with surprising agility, considering the state he’s in, and sways out of the room mumbling something incoherent.
“Dom?” I manage to utter from my position on the bed, making him stop and turn around. He shifts his foot to steady himself and waits. What the fuck am I supposed to say now? He’s clearly waiting for me to say something smart, but the fact that he’s so drunk makes me regret ever calling his name. He won’t remember this in the morning, anyway.
“Just… have fun with them, yeah?”
It seems to take Dom a while to understand what I mean. He scratches the back of his head and lets out a quiet hum, before his eyes suddenly light up in realization of the fact that he has some company waiting for him in his own room.
“Yeah, right… see you in the morning, then!” Dom turns on his heels and opens the door, wobbling away.
As soon as the door bangs close, I slump on the bed until I’m no longer leaning on the headboard. Sighing, I run my hands over my face a few times, replaying in my mind what just happened with Dom, with my best friend.
I close my eyes and touch my lips with the tips of my fingers, remembering how his full lips collided with mine just a few minutes ago. I regret not responding. I should have reached out and cupped his face and opened my mouth and… fuck, the thought is making me insane. If I had responded, would he remember it in the morning? Would it make any difference?
I didn’t even say anything. That was my golden chance and I ruined it. Dom said he likes me. Granted, he was drunk, but he said it. And it was not the normal ‘I like you, mate’, it was more.
Or maybe it wasn’t. I turn onto my side and pull the duvet up to my ears, the silence of the room suddenly disconcerting me. I fluff the pillow under my head and bury my cheek in it, trying to get some sleep with the million thoughts flying in my head.
I should be mad at Dom, I think. He’s the one to blame, isn’t he? Making me all flustered like this - I bet he does it on purpose. I might be the little bitch of the band, but Dom is a real manipulative bastard, too, inside his sunshine shell.
I huff and turn onto my other side, wiggling my feet on the mattress to make myself comfortable. Sleep, that’s what I need right now. Tomorrow everything will feel better.
How on Earth will I be able to face him tomorrow?
Just as I’m about to close my eyes and relax, I hear something. In this silence I feel like every step taken in the corridor or every slammed door downstairs sounds like it’s happening right here in this room.
This noise is different from the others I’ve heard tonight. It sounds like… moaning? Oh God, no. Please tell me that it isn’t what I think it is. The sounds are definitely coming from the room next to mine, as I can now hear something banging against my wall.
They come from Dom’s room.
I reach out to the other side of the bed and grab an extra pillow, pressing it against my ear in an attempt to block the voices. I predict this is going to be a very long night - I can only hope Dom is too wasted to last very long.
Author: A,
mistake_arrest
Pairing: Belldom (+ Dom/OC, Matt/OC)
Rating: R
Warnings: Angst, het sex(!), language, drinking
Summary: It's not so easy being around your best friend when you're hopelessly in love with him.
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys and none of this ever happened!
A/N: I don't know if I should apologize for these quick updates, lol. Thank you
shayunknown for beta reading again <3
Previous parts: Part 1 | Part 2
The gig is well under way. The crowd has been amazing so far - we don’t praise our French fans for nothing. I can hardly hear our own music over the thunderous roar of the crowd, the waves of excitement slamming against my face in an unstoppable flow.
It might look like everything is perfect, from an outsider’s point of view. The truth is that it’s everything but perfect. I haven’t talked to Dom. Hell, I can’t even look him in the eyes. I don’t even know why - he’s still my best friend and it’s entirely my fault that I’ve let my feeling take over like they have.
Dom seems to be oblivious. That’s typical of him; he seems to have developed some sort of defense mechanism over years. He’s able to ignore my frequent bitchy moods and silent treatments and accept them as normal behavior.
As we finish our main set with ‘Unnatural selection’, all three of us walk backstage for a moment. We never talk very much during encore breaks and this time it’s not any different. I retreat further into the corridor we’re waiting in, Dom hopping around enthusiastically closer to the stage door. I lean my back against the wall, biting my lip in thought, and Chris catches my eyes, cocking his head to the side. He doesn’t say anything, but I can see that he wants to.
Chris is not dumb; I think he knows something is wrong with me, but he’s waiting for me to sort it out myself. Maybe it’s because I told him I miss my ex - he knows it will go away but wants to keep an eye on me in case it all goes tits up like it sometimes does with me.
“Okay, guys, you need to be on stage in thirty seconds! Ready?” our stage manager asks and we all nod, the adrenalin starting its second round of the day and spurring us on as we jog back on stage.
It’s great, it’s thrilling, but I just don’t feel that connection with my band mates that I usually do. If I look at Dom, I’m faced with that intensive grey stare that makes me mess up the riff. I try to ignore him and manage to make it to the end of our encore without major hitches.
We finish with ‘Knights of Cydonia’ before we say our goodbyes and cheers to the crowd. They don’t seem to have noticed my mistakes, and their enthusiasm makes me smile and blow kisses in their direction.
When I walk backstage, towards our dressing room, someone throws a towel at me and I grab it, grateful that I can shove it in my face for a few seconds as I sit down on a chair. Dom has already plopped down on a sofa and is sipping water, and Chris sits down beside him, willing to stay for a couple of beers before he’ll to the hotel to call his wife.
“Good gig, eh?” Dom says, wiping sweat off his face with a green towel. I bite my lip to prevent myself from groaning at the sight of him all sweaty and flustered and merely nod. “The crowd was fucking nuts. They love us, Matt. We’ve got to make the most of it later, don’t you think?”
I know exactly what he means. I’m sure someone has already been sent out for a search for pretty girls - maybe a few pretty guys for Dom, too - for us to pick our favourites from. It’s always so easy getting laid when you’re a rock star. I don’t feel like partying, though, and I throw the towel into a corner.
“Don’t think I’m up for it tonight, mate. Too tired. You go and have your fun, though.”
Dom shrugs and doesn’t protest. He’s probably noticed that I’m not in the greatest mood today, and even though the little bugger often tries to irritate me on purpose until I reach my boiling point, he doesn’t seem to be too eager to test my anger management abilities tonight.
It doesn’t take long until Dom disappears with a group of giggling girls Tom has brought in through the back door, and Chris and I decide to take a taxi to our hotel. It’s not very late, and I reckon I can get a pretty decent amount of sleep.
I say goodnight to Chris and enter my hotel room. Different day, different country, different hotel. It’s all the same for me anyway, so I hardly notice the difference. I toe my shoes off and change quickly to my night gear - pajama bottoms and Dom’s old t-shirt I managed to persuade him to give me a while ago when he was about to throw it away. All right, I know what people might think, but the main reason for using it is simply the fact that it’s big and comfortable enough for me to use during night time.
I glance at the clock - only just past midnight. Our next gig is tomorrow in another town in France and the drive doesn’t take very long, so we are not in for an early departure. That’s probably good news for Dom as well, who is most likely rubbing himself against some cheap tart in some dodgy club right now…
I realize that, once again, I’m thinking about him. Can’t I just stop for a minute, erase him from my mind for at least a few hours? It seems like everything I do and everything that happens reminds me of Dom - good or bad, that doesn’t really matter. He’s so fucking important to me that it pains me to think that our friendship doesn’t feel as natural right now as I’d want it to be.
~*~*~
It’s not until I feel the bed dip slightly next to me that I notice someone has been creeping into my hotel room. The movement makes me jump awake from my dream, and I hold my breath until my eyes land on the familiar face staring at me from above, illuminated by the light of the street lamps outside.
His features are damn beautiful like that, crosses my mind when I finally let out the breath I’ve been holding, my breathing turning into shallow pants while my heart still beats wildly in my chest from the surprise.
“Dom?” I ask wide-eyed, slowly noticing his half lidded eyes that stare at me slightly unfocused, and his wavering stature as he shifts on the mattress to sit closer to me. He almost falls on top of my thighs, but I grab his arm, yanking roughly to keep him upright. “Dom, what the fuck are you doing here? How did you get in?”
He flashes me a proud smile and waves one of his hands in front of me, a white keycard between his fingers.
“Tom gave me one of these!”
I shake my head. I know Tom usually has key cards to all our rooms in case of an emergency, but I have to wonder what Dom has done to make Tom give him one to my room. Then again, when I think of it, Dom has always had a certain effect on people - he always seems to get what he wants with that charming smile of his. He’s just so bloody likeable that Tom has probably not even been suspicious when Dom’s asked for the card…
“Why are you here, then?” I pull the covers higher up my body, suddenly shivering in the air-conditioned room. I sit up a bit, leaning against the headboard. Dom scoots closer on the bed until I could swear I can smell the scent of whiskey in his breath.
“I just came to see how you’re doing, Matty.” He never calls me that unless he’s drunk, and the way he slurs slightly and how he has to keep one palm pressed against the mattress to keep himself from swaying suggests that he indeed has spent the majority of the evening at the bar. “You were upset earlier, weren’t you?”
I bite my lip and avoid his eyes, even though I know he probably won’t remember this conversation in the morning.
“I’m all right, Dom… just wanted some space, okay?”
Dom reaches across my duvet-covered stomach and to my surprise takes my hand in his. I hope he doesn’t notice the gasp that escapes my mouth just then. “I don’t want you to be upset, Matty… you do know that, don’t you?”
I feel nauseous. He has no idea of what he’s doing to me with his touch, how fucking flustered he makes me. It’s not only sickening, it’s ridiculous as well. How can a life-long friendship turn into something like… this?
“Dom… don’t you have anyone else you could go to? I was trying to sleep.” His hand is still on mine. I’m trying not to let my voice shake and I bite harder on my lip, sure that I will draw blood soon. I pull my hand away from his and cross my arms over my chest.
“Oh, I have someone, believe me. There’s a bed full of girls waiting for me.”
I roll my eyes and finally look him in the eyes. I can’t see much in the dark, but there’s something odd in the way he’s looking at me.
“Why don’t you go there, then?” I huff, hoping my voice sounds annoyed enough.
“I was hoping you’d want to join.”
So. Just to let you know, this is not our average conversation. We’ve certainly had our fair share of fun with groupies together, but not together in the way he seems to be suggesting now. Dom apparently sees my stunned face, complete with a mouth dropped open, and giggles.
“Oh, come on, Matty. It was a joke. You were sleeping, right?” Dom leans forward and gives my cheek a wet, whiskey smelling peck. “Maybe you should go back to sleep…” He kisses my face again; this time he aims his lips at my jaw, throwing his arms around my torso and falling half on top of me.
I can’t handle him being this affectionate. He does it all the time when he’s drunk, and usually I don’t mind because I’m equally pissed out of my mind. Now I feel more than sober, though, and all these feelings I’m having are making my head spin.
I’m afraid he will soon fall asleep on my bed if I don’t do anything, so I try to shove him gently. I look down to find him staring at my face, his chin resting on my chest. Dom presses himself against my side and squeezes me tighter into his drunken embrace.
“Get off, Dom…” I say softly but hopefully with enough determination. “I really need some sleep tonight.”
He stays silent for a while, just studying my features as if he’s looking at me for the first time, his eyes hovering over my eyes and nose, finally stopping at my lips. I’m just about to repeat what I just said, when he opens his mouth to speak.
“I like you, Matty.” His gaze flicks up to my confused eyes for a second before dropping back down. “Sometimes I wish you weren’t so bloody straight.”
I frown, but he cuts me off again before I can say anything.
With his mouth.
It’s a wet, sloppy kiss and it’s over before I even realize it happened. Did it really? I’m not entirely sure. In any case, I’m left lying alone on my bed as Dom gets up with surprising agility, considering the state he’s in, and sways out of the room mumbling something incoherent.
“Dom?” I manage to utter from my position on the bed, making him stop and turn around. He shifts his foot to steady himself and waits. What the fuck am I supposed to say now? He’s clearly waiting for me to say something smart, but the fact that he’s so drunk makes me regret ever calling his name. He won’t remember this in the morning, anyway.
“Just… have fun with them, yeah?”
It seems to take Dom a while to understand what I mean. He scratches the back of his head and lets out a quiet hum, before his eyes suddenly light up in realization of the fact that he has some company waiting for him in his own room.
“Yeah, right… see you in the morning, then!” Dom turns on his heels and opens the door, wobbling away.
As soon as the door bangs close, I slump on the bed until I’m no longer leaning on the headboard. Sighing, I run my hands over my face a few times, replaying in my mind what just happened with Dom, with my best friend.
I close my eyes and touch my lips with the tips of my fingers, remembering how his full lips collided with mine just a few minutes ago. I regret not responding. I should have reached out and cupped his face and opened my mouth and… fuck, the thought is making me insane. If I had responded, would he remember it in the morning? Would it make any difference?
I didn’t even say anything. That was my golden chance and I ruined it. Dom said he likes me. Granted, he was drunk, but he said it. And it was not the normal ‘I like you, mate’, it was more.
Or maybe it wasn’t. I turn onto my side and pull the duvet up to my ears, the silence of the room suddenly disconcerting me. I fluff the pillow under my head and bury my cheek in it, trying to get some sleep with the million thoughts flying in my head.
I should be mad at Dom, I think. He’s the one to blame, isn’t he? Making me all flustered like this - I bet he does it on purpose. I might be the little bitch of the band, but Dom is a real manipulative bastard, too, inside his sunshine shell.
I huff and turn onto my other side, wiggling my feet on the mattress to make myself comfortable. Sleep, that’s what I need right now. Tomorrow everything will feel better.
How on Earth will I be able to face him tomorrow?
Just as I’m about to close my eyes and relax, I hear something. In this silence I feel like every step taken in the corridor or every slammed door downstairs sounds like it’s happening right here in this room.
This noise is different from the others I’ve heard tonight. It sounds like… moaning? Oh God, no. Please tell me that it isn’t what I think it is. The sounds are definitely coming from the room next to mine, as I can now hear something banging against my wall.
They come from Dom’s room.
I reach out to the other side of the bed and grab an extra pillow, pressing it against my ear in an attempt to block the voices. I predict this is going to be a very long night - I can only hope Dom is too wasted to last very long.