All The Way Down: 5
Title: All The Way Down: 5
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: Thanks to everyone who's reading this! I know this is very angsty and... well, just plain frustrating at times, please bear with me :) Loooads of thanks to
shayunknown for beta reading!
Previous parts: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
I’m greeted by Dom’s smiling face when I enter the arrivals area of Nice airport. He waves at me when he recognizes me, and pulls me into a tight hug when I’m close enough. It’s a huge relief to see that he seems to be in as good of spirits as always; maybe some of his happiness will pass on to me as well during my visit.
I’ve been thinking about him a lot lately, and the more my mind has wandered to this mini vacation with just the two of us in the house, the more convinced I’ve become that now is the time to act. I have to be subtle, though - I don’t want to scare him, and I have to make sure everything is okay between us before I make any major revelations to him.
Dom parks his car in the short driveway to his house and turns off the engine. I follow him with my suitcase rolling behind me. I try to distract myself from staring at his perfect, round bum swinging from side to side as we climb the small pathway up to his front door by admiring the view elsewhere. I still don’t know how Dom managed to find this place - it’s in a perfect location right by the beach. Dom even has his own short strip of beach in front of the house, a great place to have barbecues in summertime.
I almost bump into him when he stops at the door.
“I hope you don’t mind that I invited a few people over? I thought we could use a proper party to celebrate the end of this year - the tour was just immense, don’t you think? Everyone’s been calling me the whole week, asking me if I’m going to organize something, so in the end I couldn’t say no…”
I don’t really even listen to the rest he has to say; I’m too preoccupied trying not to show him how disappointed I am that we most likely won’t have a moment alone like I had planned.
“Sounds great,” I say bluntly, in lack of anything else to say, and force a smile on my face. I can already hear the sound of music blasting from a stereo somewhere in the house when Dom opens the door. We step inside and a sigh escapes my lips when I drop the suitcase on the floor. Dom introduces me to the people already there, none of which I’ve met before, and leads me to the bedroom. His bedroom.
“Do you mind if we share a room? I promised to accommodate a few of my mates and I don’t have enough spare bedrooms for all… I figured this wouldn’t be a problem since we’ve shared before, right?”
I gulp. There’s only one bed - a large double bed. He surely doesn’t mean that both of us are going to sleep in it. Or does he?
Dom continues to speak when I don’t answer right away. “I invited a few pretty girls tonight; who knows, maybe we don’t even have to share a bed,” he says with a cheeky wink. “This is okay for you, yeah?”
“Yeah, it‘s not a problem at all. The bed’s big enough for both of us, I guess,” I say, deciding to ignore his suggestions to hook up with someone for now. I set my suitcase next to the bed, on the side that I know Dom does not usually sleep on.
“Great! Now, I think I’ll just head downstairs where the others are. You coming?”
I pause to sniff my underarm. Disgusted by the smell I find there I shake my head. “I think I should take a shower first; I reek after all that travelling. I’ll join you guys in a bit.”
“Sure.” Dom is already on his way out when he turns around. “Hey, Matt?”
“Huh?”
“Is everything all right? You’ve seemed a bit… off, lately. Even back when we were on tour.”
This is my chance to say it, to confess everything. The moment just comes too soon and I find myself chickening out. “Everything’s fine, Dom. Don’t worry… I’ve just been a bit tired, I guess. I’m all right.”
“I’m sure this party will cheer you up, eh? See you in a bit!” And with that he’s gone, leaving me sitting on the edge of his bed - the bed which will be ours tonight. Don’t panic, I say to myself.
~*~*~
The party is well on its way. I haven’t made much effort to get to know the people Dom has invited, but it doesn’t mean I haven’t made any small talk. It’s always been relatively easy for me to chat for long periods of time about unimportant things. It’s only to friends that I really open up about my life - something I’ve learned to do when our band became excessively famous. You don’t want to say too much to the wrong people, it will always backfire in one way or another.
I’m just about to grab another bottle of beer from Dom’s fridge when I notice him standing in the balcony alone, a glass of amber liquid in his hands as he leans against the rail looking somewhere in the distance. I open my bottle and walk to him.
“Hey.”
Dom seems to shake himself out of whatever he’s been thinking, and he turns his head to look who’s coming, nodding at me with a smile when he recognizes me. “Are you enjoying the party?” he asks and tips his glass towards me.
“Sure. Thanks for inviting me.” I lean my back against the rail and take a big gulp from the bottle. “It’s a lovely place you’ve got here. Perfect for this sort of thing.”
“Got a nice view, too,” Dom says, locking his eyes with mine. It sends a weird feeling down my spine. I’m not sure it’s the actual view that he’s talking about or… no, it can’t be. It’s the view - which is spectacular, by the way, with the balcony facing the darkened sea. Every once in a while someone shoots fireworks somewhere in the distance, probably on the beach further south. “I’m glad I invited you.”
I turn around and lean against the rail with my arms, my right shoulder touching his left. It’s a comfortable silence, one that we don’t share often enough nowadays. I’m not too keen on letting it go, but soon Dom continues to speak again.
“This is what I’ve been missing, Matt. Just the two of us, drunk and possibly up to no good, yeah?” I furrow my brows as I don’t quite follow, prompting him to carry on. “Have you seen anyone you fancy here? I invited a few girls especially for you to enjoy, if you’re interested. I mean, they’re my friends so they could’ve come anyway, but I had you in mind when I invited them.”
“Oh.”
“Don’t you like them?”
“No, it’s not that, I just… I’m not in the mood for girls, I guess.”
“There are guys too, you know. Didn’t think you’d swing that way.” I stay silent but make sure he sees me shaking my head in disbelief. He laughs heartily. “Oh, come on, Matt. I’m only joking. Unless there’s something you want to tell me,” he adds with a flirty tone, turning slightly to face me.
I decide to play along this time and match his smile with one of my own. “What if I had?”
It surprises him - he’s clearly not used to me being like this as I’ve always being a bit defensive when it comes to my sexual orientation, with Chris often making fun of my fascination with sparkly clothes and hair products, claiming that I’m sometimes ‘even gayer than Dom’. I’ve taken it as an insult, but now with no Chris or anyone else I know around, I’m ready to play this. For Dom.
“If you fancied guys?” he asks, and I nod. “Well, it wouldn’t be a surprise, really. You’ve always been a bit touchy-feely with your male friends, I guess,” he muses, letting out a soft laugh after his words. “Do you, then?”
“Depends… it’s not like I’m gay, or anything.”
“Bi?”
“No.”
“Okay…” I can tell he’s a bit confused now. It makes me nervous to think that I’m only a few words away from confessing my feelings to him. I have to remind myself that I’m drunk and this might not be a good idea, that I might regret it in the morning if I say too much now. “What do you mean, then?”
“What I mean is, that… there might be some guys that I like a bit. Attraction doesn’t necessarily make you gay, right? I think most straight men have felt attraction towards other guys but it doesn’t mean they’d want to do anything about it.”
“Okay. Fair enough, I guess.” Dom nods and takes a sip from his glass. “What kind of guys can you be attracted to, then?”
It’s a difficult one. I haven’t really thought about it, for there has only been one guy I’ve ever been attracted to, and that guy is standing painfully close to me right now. His hand that is holding the glass is resting literally on top of my arm that I’ve folded on the rail.
“I don’t think I’ve got a type, really,” I say, keeping the tone light and flirty. “You just know when it hits you, don’t you?”
God, I must be drunk. At least judging from my braveness right now. Dom tilts his head slightly to the side and seems to be searching for something in my eyes. I don’t know what he finds there, but finally he chuckles softly and downs the rest of his drink.
“All right. I guess so. It’s just weird thinking about you with a guy, is all.”
Someone calls for Dom’s name and he excuses himself, squeezing my wrist as he pushes himself away from the rail. I stay for a bit, enjoying the cool breeze of the French Riviera.
It’s almost too cold to be out without a jacket, but I don’t bother to go inside to get mine, I’m too comfortable right now. I glance at my watch; only a few minutes until the year changes into a new one. People inside are probably too wasted to notice if I’m there to count down the seconds or not, and I decide to stay here in the balcony, enjoying the midnight fireworks that have already started coloring the sky a moment too early.
To be honest I’m not too surprised when I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist from behind, a warm body pressing against mine and a chin propped on my shoulder. I should have known that he wouldn’t let me be alone in a moment like this.
“Hey, Matt,” he giggles into my ear, his body swaying slightly.
I want to catch my breath but I don’t want to look ridiculous, so I just inhale and exhale deeply.
“Dom, I…”
“Shh.”
We stay there in silence for some time. Eventually I can hear party goers counting down the seconds. Dom presses even closer to me, and I can feel his breath on my cheek.
“Nine… eight… seven… six… five… four…”
My hands join his over my stomach. I’m shivering, and I don’t know whether it’s from cold or excitement or something else entirely.
“Three… two… one…”
“Happy new year, Matt.”
His faint stubble drags across my jaw, and I turn my head just enough for him to capture my lips in a sweet kiss. I respond, opening my mouth slightly for his tongue to explore a bit before we end the kiss with a soft wet sound.
I stare at him wide-eyed. He chuckles with a playful glint in his eyes.
“Was nice, yeah? I just wanted to know how it would feel with you.”
So he doesn’t remember the kiss in my hotel room, then.
“It’s nothing more, yeah? Best friends can kiss, can’t they?” I don’t know if he’s trying to assure himself or me, but it somehow makes the atmosphere flatten a bit. I guess he’s right, though. We’ve always been so close physically that it was only a matter of time when we start crossing more boundaries.
“Yeah, sure. I wasn’t expecting that, though,” I answer and Dom pulls himself away from me, grinning.
“Let’s go inside, it’s cold in here.”
Like always, I follow him.
~*~*~
It’s two or three hours into the brand new year when I finally climb the stairs up. I’ve been sitting with a couple of Dom’s friends, discussing various topics, and I feel like I’m completely ready to fall into bed now. I’ve managed to avoid Dom since the incident in the balcony and I feel slightly nervous about actually having to share a bed with him now. Assuming that he will actually emerge into his bed at some point - I haven’t seen him for a while.
The room looks empty, just like I thought it would be, even though I have to admit that I’m slightly disappointed that Dom is not there yet. I strip off from my jeans and sweater. Deciding to leave the t-shirt on I crawl under the duvet and fall asleep quickly.
~*~*~
“God, Dom…”
I’m woken up by a feminine voice - clearly ecstatic about something. For a moment I don’t remember where I am, and it’s only when I feel the bed swaying that I realize it’s not my bed, and that there is someone else in the bed as well.
I’m greeted by bare skin as soon as I open my eyes. Too much skin. I quickly realize why the bed is shaking - Dom is in the bed, and he has company.
The fucker is having sex with someone in the same bed I’m sleeping in. This is not real.
Dom’s breathy moan proves to me that it is very real indeed, and it doesn’t take many thrusts for him to notice that he’s being watched. He stops and props his upper body on his palms, making his duvet slide low on his body. I can see the beautiful curve of his arse, and a lean set of legs wrapped around his hips.
I hate myself for getting turned on by the tight muscles on his lower back and by the way his neck is tense and glistening from sweat. I feel like I can’t not look, but I force my gaze to travel further up his body until I meet his grey eyes.
“Sorry,” he slurs slightly, a little bit out of breath. “Thought you wouldn’t wake up…” The girl beneath him is wriggling about to see what’s going on and why Dom has stopped, and acts uninterestedly when she sees me. She’s wasted too, no doubt about that.
Dom’s mouth is slightly open - I don’t think he was very far from climaxing when he was interrupted. I don’t know where to look. Everywhere I lay my eyes my senses are assaulted with pure sex, quite literally. I can’t help but be aroused by the sight of him. I have to admit that he hasn’t aged all that badly, his body lean but attractively muscular, and his skin smooth and healthily tanned.
“Carry on,” I breathe before I can think of anything else to say. I can see a flash of excitement in Dom’s eyes and he shoots me with a dazzling smile.
“You’re liking the show, aren’t you? You little perv,” he drawls, grey eyes half-lidded.
He lowers himself a bit and leans down to kiss the girl’s neck, slowly resuming his thrusts. I can see it all now, with the duvet almost completely fallen off of the couple. The movement of Dom’s hips, the way he pushes himself deeper and deeper into the girl makes me quickly and almost painfully hard, but I’m too sober already to start wanking in front of a stranger, no matter how drunk she is.
Yeah, like I’d be okay with doing it in front of Dom either, I think and almost snort.
When Dom’s thrusts speed up I have to close my eyes. It’s not really working, though, because my imagination is running wild. Feeling the mattress moving; the familiar wet, slapping sounds of flesh meeting flesh, the smell of sex, and all those things make my groin ache.
I’m ready to explode from horniness when the Dom finally comes, encouraged by the climaxing girl’s whimpers. He is so beautiful just then, with his head thrown back slightly, eyes closed and mouth open in a moan of ecstasy. Dom’s back muscles quiver with aftershocks and he quickly rolls off of the girl, who is still panting with her legs spread wide even though Dom is no longer between them.
A few minutes go by until Dom kisses her and whispers something in her ear, making her giggle before she gets up from the bed, gathers her things and tiptoes out of the room. I’m left alone with Dom. Dom who has just gotten laid and who is all hot and sweaty and just so bloody irresistible.
I can only watch with my mouth agape. The only thing in my head - besides thinking about how damn fuckable my drummer looks right now - is that I really need to get off. I sit up on the bed to go to the bathroom for a wank, but Dom pushes me back down with his hands.
“How did you like it? Did it make you hot?” Before I have a chance to react or answer, Dom has shuffled close to me. “I bet you’re so hard right now, Matty…” He slips his hands under my t-shirt and feels around my belly, the muscles beneath my skin shivering and contracting under his touch.
I can’t believe this is happening. And what’s more, I never thought that this would happen like this.
Isn’t this a little bit fucked up?
Dom lifts my duvet with his other hand and casts an appreciative glance at my crotch where I know my cock is tenting my boxers, demanding some attention after being neglected for so long. Instinctively I bring my hands down to cover myself, embarrassed by my body’s natural reaction to the show I’ve just witnessed.
Dom’s hand stills on my stomach. “Hey, Matt,” he says softly suddenly. “It’s normal, don’t be embarrassed, yeah?” I look down and see him smiling at me, his grey eyes crinkling in a friendly way. That’s my Dom, my best friend.
“It’s a bit… awkward, is what it is. Let me just go to the bathroom and…”
“I could make you feel so good, Matty… please let me, will you?” Dom’s hand travels further south until it meets the waistband of my boxers. I exhale a shaky breath. I’m quite sure I’ve never been this turned on and confused at the same time before.
I nod. “Okay, then.”
I take one last look in his eyes and close them, feeling his fingers dip beneath the waistband and gripping my cock in a firm grip. Dom shuffles around a bit until he lies down on his side beside me, facing me.
Dom raises his free hand and brushes his fingers against my cheekbone. I can feel his breath on my face. “Let’s just lay like this, yeah? I’ll make you feel amazing.”
He starts steady strokes, and I just lay there, squeezing my eyes shut tightly. He keeps caressing my face, and after a while I can’t help but open my eyes and look at him. Much better. He’s still smiling sweetly to me, the same smile that can make my knees go weak in a matter of seconds. I can’t believe he’s doing this to me. It’s an overwhelming feeling, and seeing his calming face feels almost better than the hand palming and squeezing me.
I hardly realize how Dom pulls my boxers lower until my cock is completely out of them. It’s thrilling to see how he licks his lips when he glances down at my crotch - at least he doesn’t find me revolting.
“How does this feel, Matty?” he asks, squeezing me a bit at the top and spreading the precome with his thumb before starting to stroke in corkscrew motions. I bite back a loud gasp and arch my back - God it feels amazing.
“It’s… fucking wonderful, Dom. You’re so good.”
“I’m so good to you, Matt. For you. You have no idea of how hot you look, writhing there like that…”
I can feel the familiar warmth building up in my thighs and stomach, gathering towards my crotch in an alarming speed. I close my eyes again, just for a moment though, because I’m startled by his lips kissing the side of my neck while his hand still moves up and down my shaft creating delicious friction.
“Dom… fuck, I’m so close,” I pant, looking at his face buried in my neck and hoping that he would lift it for me to see. “Dom.”
Dom finally turns his head so that I can lock my eyes with his. “Come for me, yeah? Come,” he whispers, my hips now snapping up and fucking his fist as I blindly aim for a release. His eyes bore into mine and that’s the final trigger - I’m coming, hard and hot and wet over his hand. I stuff my fist into my mouth so that I won’t scream, not wanting to wake anyone else up.
When I’ve calmed down a bit, Dom lets go of my softening cock and from the corner of my eye I can see him reaching to the side of the bed. A few tissues are thrown onto my bare lower stomach where my t-shirt is bunched up.
“You can clean yourself with these… I’ll just go wash my hands and be right back.” His voice is oddly muffled and he gets off the bed rather quickly, pulling the en suite bathroom door closed behind him.
While Dom’s in the bathroom I have some time to think. What the fuck just happened and why did I let it happen? Things are now even more confusing than before. We should’ve talked. Well, I should’ve talked to him about everything before anything like this happened.
I have no idea of how he feels about me. Okay, I can be fairly sure that he feels something, but what?
I feel quite drained after my orgasm and I don’t bother to think further - besides, I think there is still a little bit of alcohol buzzing in my system. Maybe I’ll feel more coherent in the morning and maybe, just maybe we can talk about this then. I clean myself and fix my clothing before pulling the duvet high up. I fall asleep almost immediately.
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: Thanks to everyone who's reading this! I know this is very angsty and... well, just plain frustrating at times, please bear with me :) Loooads of thanks to
shayunknown for beta reading!
Previous parts: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
I’m greeted by Dom’s smiling face when I enter the arrivals area of Nice airport. He waves at me when he recognizes me, and pulls me into a tight hug when I’m close enough. It’s a huge relief to see that he seems to be in as good of spirits as always; maybe some of his happiness will pass on to me as well during my visit.
I’ve been thinking about him a lot lately, and the more my mind has wandered to this mini vacation with just the two of us in the house, the more convinced I’ve become that now is the time to act. I have to be subtle, though - I don’t want to scare him, and I have to make sure everything is okay between us before I make any major revelations to him.
Dom parks his car in the short driveway to his house and turns off the engine. I follow him with my suitcase rolling behind me. I try to distract myself from staring at his perfect, round bum swinging from side to side as we climb the small pathway up to his front door by admiring the view elsewhere. I still don’t know how Dom managed to find this place - it’s in a perfect location right by the beach. Dom even has his own short strip of beach in front of the house, a great place to have barbecues in summertime.
I almost bump into him when he stops at the door.
“I hope you don’t mind that I invited a few people over? I thought we could use a proper party to celebrate the end of this year - the tour was just immense, don’t you think? Everyone’s been calling me the whole week, asking me if I’m going to organize something, so in the end I couldn’t say no…”
I don’t really even listen to the rest he has to say; I’m too preoccupied trying not to show him how disappointed I am that we most likely won’t have a moment alone like I had planned.
“Sounds great,” I say bluntly, in lack of anything else to say, and force a smile on my face. I can already hear the sound of music blasting from a stereo somewhere in the house when Dom opens the door. We step inside and a sigh escapes my lips when I drop the suitcase on the floor. Dom introduces me to the people already there, none of which I’ve met before, and leads me to the bedroom. His bedroom.
“Do you mind if we share a room? I promised to accommodate a few of my mates and I don’t have enough spare bedrooms for all… I figured this wouldn’t be a problem since we’ve shared before, right?”
I gulp. There’s only one bed - a large double bed. He surely doesn’t mean that both of us are going to sleep in it. Or does he?
Dom continues to speak when I don’t answer right away. “I invited a few pretty girls tonight; who knows, maybe we don’t even have to share a bed,” he says with a cheeky wink. “This is okay for you, yeah?”
“Yeah, it‘s not a problem at all. The bed’s big enough for both of us, I guess,” I say, deciding to ignore his suggestions to hook up with someone for now. I set my suitcase next to the bed, on the side that I know Dom does not usually sleep on.
“Great! Now, I think I’ll just head downstairs where the others are. You coming?”
I pause to sniff my underarm. Disgusted by the smell I find there I shake my head. “I think I should take a shower first; I reek after all that travelling. I’ll join you guys in a bit.”
“Sure.” Dom is already on his way out when he turns around. “Hey, Matt?”
“Huh?”
“Is everything all right? You’ve seemed a bit… off, lately. Even back when we were on tour.”
This is my chance to say it, to confess everything. The moment just comes too soon and I find myself chickening out. “Everything’s fine, Dom. Don’t worry… I’ve just been a bit tired, I guess. I’m all right.”
“I’m sure this party will cheer you up, eh? See you in a bit!” And with that he’s gone, leaving me sitting on the edge of his bed - the bed which will be ours tonight. Don’t panic, I say to myself.
~*~*~
The party is well on its way. I haven’t made much effort to get to know the people Dom has invited, but it doesn’t mean I haven’t made any small talk. It’s always been relatively easy for me to chat for long periods of time about unimportant things. It’s only to friends that I really open up about my life - something I’ve learned to do when our band became excessively famous. You don’t want to say too much to the wrong people, it will always backfire in one way or another.
I’m just about to grab another bottle of beer from Dom’s fridge when I notice him standing in the balcony alone, a glass of amber liquid in his hands as he leans against the rail looking somewhere in the distance. I open my bottle and walk to him.
“Hey.”
Dom seems to shake himself out of whatever he’s been thinking, and he turns his head to look who’s coming, nodding at me with a smile when he recognizes me. “Are you enjoying the party?” he asks and tips his glass towards me.
“Sure. Thanks for inviting me.” I lean my back against the rail and take a big gulp from the bottle. “It’s a lovely place you’ve got here. Perfect for this sort of thing.”
“Got a nice view, too,” Dom says, locking his eyes with mine. It sends a weird feeling down my spine. I’m not sure it’s the actual view that he’s talking about or… no, it can’t be. It’s the view - which is spectacular, by the way, with the balcony facing the darkened sea. Every once in a while someone shoots fireworks somewhere in the distance, probably on the beach further south. “I’m glad I invited you.”
I turn around and lean against the rail with my arms, my right shoulder touching his left. It’s a comfortable silence, one that we don’t share often enough nowadays. I’m not too keen on letting it go, but soon Dom continues to speak again.
“This is what I’ve been missing, Matt. Just the two of us, drunk and possibly up to no good, yeah?” I furrow my brows as I don’t quite follow, prompting him to carry on. “Have you seen anyone you fancy here? I invited a few girls especially for you to enjoy, if you’re interested. I mean, they’re my friends so they could’ve come anyway, but I had you in mind when I invited them.”
“Oh.”
“Don’t you like them?”
“No, it’s not that, I just… I’m not in the mood for girls, I guess.”
“There are guys too, you know. Didn’t think you’d swing that way.” I stay silent but make sure he sees me shaking my head in disbelief. He laughs heartily. “Oh, come on, Matt. I’m only joking. Unless there’s something you want to tell me,” he adds with a flirty tone, turning slightly to face me.
I decide to play along this time and match his smile with one of my own. “What if I had?”
It surprises him - he’s clearly not used to me being like this as I’ve always being a bit defensive when it comes to my sexual orientation, with Chris often making fun of my fascination with sparkly clothes and hair products, claiming that I’m sometimes ‘even gayer than Dom’. I’ve taken it as an insult, but now with no Chris or anyone else I know around, I’m ready to play this. For Dom.
“If you fancied guys?” he asks, and I nod. “Well, it wouldn’t be a surprise, really. You’ve always been a bit touchy-feely with your male friends, I guess,” he muses, letting out a soft laugh after his words. “Do you, then?”
“Depends… it’s not like I’m gay, or anything.”
“Bi?”
“No.”
“Okay…” I can tell he’s a bit confused now. It makes me nervous to think that I’m only a few words away from confessing my feelings to him. I have to remind myself that I’m drunk and this might not be a good idea, that I might regret it in the morning if I say too much now. “What do you mean, then?”
“What I mean is, that… there might be some guys that I like a bit. Attraction doesn’t necessarily make you gay, right? I think most straight men have felt attraction towards other guys but it doesn’t mean they’d want to do anything about it.”
“Okay. Fair enough, I guess.” Dom nods and takes a sip from his glass. “What kind of guys can you be attracted to, then?”
It’s a difficult one. I haven’t really thought about it, for there has only been one guy I’ve ever been attracted to, and that guy is standing painfully close to me right now. His hand that is holding the glass is resting literally on top of my arm that I’ve folded on the rail.
“I don’t think I’ve got a type, really,” I say, keeping the tone light and flirty. “You just know when it hits you, don’t you?”
God, I must be drunk. At least judging from my braveness right now. Dom tilts his head slightly to the side and seems to be searching for something in my eyes. I don’t know what he finds there, but finally he chuckles softly and downs the rest of his drink.
“All right. I guess so. It’s just weird thinking about you with a guy, is all.”
Someone calls for Dom’s name and he excuses himself, squeezing my wrist as he pushes himself away from the rail. I stay for a bit, enjoying the cool breeze of the French Riviera.
It’s almost too cold to be out without a jacket, but I don’t bother to go inside to get mine, I’m too comfortable right now. I glance at my watch; only a few minutes until the year changes into a new one. People inside are probably too wasted to notice if I’m there to count down the seconds or not, and I decide to stay here in the balcony, enjoying the midnight fireworks that have already started coloring the sky a moment too early.
To be honest I’m not too surprised when I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist from behind, a warm body pressing against mine and a chin propped on my shoulder. I should have known that he wouldn’t let me be alone in a moment like this.
“Hey, Matt,” he giggles into my ear, his body swaying slightly.
I want to catch my breath but I don’t want to look ridiculous, so I just inhale and exhale deeply.
“Dom, I…”
“Shh.”
We stay there in silence for some time. Eventually I can hear party goers counting down the seconds. Dom presses even closer to me, and I can feel his breath on my cheek.
“Nine… eight… seven… six… five… four…”
My hands join his over my stomach. I’m shivering, and I don’t know whether it’s from cold or excitement or something else entirely.
“Three… two… one…”
“Happy new year, Matt.”
His faint stubble drags across my jaw, and I turn my head just enough for him to capture my lips in a sweet kiss. I respond, opening my mouth slightly for his tongue to explore a bit before we end the kiss with a soft wet sound.
I stare at him wide-eyed. He chuckles with a playful glint in his eyes.
“Was nice, yeah? I just wanted to know how it would feel with you.”
So he doesn’t remember the kiss in my hotel room, then.
“It’s nothing more, yeah? Best friends can kiss, can’t they?” I don’t know if he’s trying to assure himself or me, but it somehow makes the atmosphere flatten a bit. I guess he’s right, though. We’ve always been so close physically that it was only a matter of time when we start crossing more boundaries.
“Yeah, sure. I wasn’t expecting that, though,” I answer and Dom pulls himself away from me, grinning.
“Let’s go inside, it’s cold in here.”
Like always, I follow him.
~*~*~
It’s two or three hours into the brand new year when I finally climb the stairs up. I’ve been sitting with a couple of Dom’s friends, discussing various topics, and I feel like I’m completely ready to fall into bed now. I’ve managed to avoid Dom since the incident in the balcony and I feel slightly nervous about actually having to share a bed with him now. Assuming that he will actually emerge into his bed at some point - I haven’t seen him for a while.
The room looks empty, just like I thought it would be, even though I have to admit that I’m slightly disappointed that Dom is not there yet. I strip off from my jeans and sweater. Deciding to leave the t-shirt on I crawl under the duvet and fall asleep quickly.
~*~*~
“God, Dom…”
I’m woken up by a feminine voice - clearly ecstatic about something. For a moment I don’t remember where I am, and it’s only when I feel the bed swaying that I realize it’s not my bed, and that there is someone else in the bed as well.
I’m greeted by bare skin as soon as I open my eyes. Too much skin. I quickly realize why the bed is shaking - Dom is in the bed, and he has company.
The fucker is having sex with someone in the same bed I’m sleeping in. This is not real.
Dom’s breathy moan proves to me that it is very real indeed, and it doesn’t take many thrusts for him to notice that he’s being watched. He stops and props his upper body on his palms, making his duvet slide low on his body. I can see the beautiful curve of his arse, and a lean set of legs wrapped around his hips.
I hate myself for getting turned on by the tight muscles on his lower back and by the way his neck is tense and glistening from sweat. I feel like I can’t not look, but I force my gaze to travel further up his body until I meet his grey eyes.
“Sorry,” he slurs slightly, a little bit out of breath. “Thought you wouldn’t wake up…” The girl beneath him is wriggling about to see what’s going on and why Dom has stopped, and acts uninterestedly when she sees me. She’s wasted too, no doubt about that.
Dom’s mouth is slightly open - I don’t think he was very far from climaxing when he was interrupted. I don’t know where to look. Everywhere I lay my eyes my senses are assaulted with pure sex, quite literally. I can’t help but be aroused by the sight of him. I have to admit that he hasn’t aged all that badly, his body lean but attractively muscular, and his skin smooth and healthily tanned.
“Carry on,” I breathe before I can think of anything else to say. I can see a flash of excitement in Dom’s eyes and he shoots me with a dazzling smile.
“You’re liking the show, aren’t you? You little perv,” he drawls, grey eyes half-lidded.
He lowers himself a bit and leans down to kiss the girl’s neck, slowly resuming his thrusts. I can see it all now, with the duvet almost completely fallen off of the couple. The movement of Dom’s hips, the way he pushes himself deeper and deeper into the girl makes me quickly and almost painfully hard, but I’m too sober already to start wanking in front of a stranger, no matter how drunk she is.
Yeah, like I’d be okay with doing it in front of Dom either, I think and almost snort.
When Dom’s thrusts speed up I have to close my eyes. It’s not really working, though, because my imagination is running wild. Feeling the mattress moving; the familiar wet, slapping sounds of flesh meeting flesh, the smell of sex, and all those things make my groin ache.
I’m ready to explode from horniness when the Dom finally comes, encouraged by the climaxing girl’s whimpers. He is so beautiful just then, with his head thrown back slightly, eyes closed and mouth open in a moan of ecstasy. Dom’s back muscles quiver with aftershocks and he quickly rolls off of the girl, who is still panting with her legs spread wide even though Dom is no longer between them.
A few minutes go by until Dom kisses her and whispers something in her ear, making her giggle before she gets up from the bed, gathers her things and tiptoes out of the room. I’m left alone with Dom. Dom who has just gotten laid and who is all hot and sweaty and just so bloody irresistible.
I can only watch with my mouth agape. The only thing in my head - besides thinking about how damn fuckable my drummer looks right now - is that I really need to get off. I sit up on the bed to go to the bathroom for a wank, but Dom pushes me back down with his hands.
“How did you like it? Did it make you hot?” Before I have a chance to react or answer, Dom has shuffled close to me. “I bet you’re so hard right now, Matty…” He slips his hands under my t-shirt and feels around my belly, the muscles beneath my skin shivering and contracting under his touch.
I can’t believe this is happening. And what’s more, I never thought that this would happen like this.
Isn’t this a little bit fucked up?
Dom lifts my duvet with his other hand and casts an appreciative glance at my crotch where I know my cock is tenting my boxers, demanding some attention after being neglected for so long. Instinctively I bring my hands down to cover myself, embarrassed by my body’s natural reaction to the show I’ve just witnessed.
Dom’s hand stills on my stomach. “Hey, Matt,” he says softly suddenly. “It’s normal, don’t be embarrassed, yeah?” I look down and see him smiling at me, his grey eyes crinkling in a friendly way. That’s my Dom, my best friend.
“It’s a bit… awkward, is what it is. Let me just go to the bathroom and…”
“I could make you feel so good, Matty… please let me, will you?” Dom’s hand travels further south until it meets the waistband of my boxers. I exhale a shaky breath. I’m quite sure I’ve never been this turned on and confused at the same time before.
I nod. “Okay, then.”
I take one last look in his eyes and close them, feeling his fingers dip beneath the waistband and gripping my cock in a firm grip. Dom shuffles around a bit until he lies down on his side beside me, facing me.
Dom raises his free hand and brushes his fingers against my cheekbone. I can feel his breath on my face. “Let’s just lay like this, yeah? I’ll make you feel amazing.”
He starts steady strokes, and I just lay there, squeezing my eyes shut tightly. He keeps caressing my face, and after a while I can’t help but open my eyes and look at him. Much better. He’s still smiling sweetly to me, the same smile that can make my knees go weak in a matter of seconds. I can’t believe he’s doing this to me. It’s an overwhelming feeling, and seeing his calming face feels almost better than the hand palming and squeezing me.
I hardly realize how Dom pulls my boxers lower until my cock is completely out of them. It’s thrilling to see how he licks his lips when he glances down at my crotch - at least he doesn’t find me revolting.
“How does this feel, Matty?” he asks, squeezing me a bit at the top and spreading the precome with his thumb before starting to stroke in corkscrew motions. I bite back a loud gasp and arch my back - God it feels amazing.
“It’s… fucking wonderful, Dom. You’re so good.”
“I’m so good to you, Matt. For you. You have no idea of how hot you look, writhing there like that…”
I can feel the familiar warmth building up in my thighs and stomach, gathering towards my crotch in an alarming speed. I close my eyes again, just for a moment though, because I’m startled by his lips kissing the side of my neck while his hand still moves up and down my shaft creating delicious friction.
“Dom… fuck, I’m so close,” I pant, looking at his face buried in my neck and hoping that he would lift it for me to see. “Dom.”
Dom finally turns his head so that I can lock my eyes with his. “Come for me, yeah? Come,” he whispers, my hips now snapping up and fucking his fist as I blindly aim for a release. His eyes bore into mine and that’s the final trigger - I’m coming, hard and hot and wet over his hand. I stuff my fist into my mouth so that I won’t scream, not wanting to wake anyone else up.
When I’ve calmed down a bit, Dom lets go of my softening cock and from the corner of my eye I can see him reaching to the side of the bed. A few tissues are thrown onto my bare lower stomach where my t-shirt is bunched up.
“You can clean yourself with these… I’ll just go wash my hands and be right back.” His voice is oddly muffled and he gets off the bed rather quickly, pulling the en suite bathroom door closed behind him.
While Dom’s in the bathroom I have some time to think. What the fuck just happened and why did I let it happen? Things are now even more confusing than before. We should’ve talked. Well, I should’ve talked to him about everything before anything like this happened.
I have no idea of how he feels about me. Okay, I can be fairly sure that he feels something, but what?
I feel quite drained after my orgasm and I don’t bother to think further - besides, I think there is still a little bit of alcohol buzzing in my system. Maybe I’ll feel more coherent in the morning and maybe, just maybe we can talk about this then. I clean myself and fix my clothing before pulling the duvet high up. I fall asleep almost immediately.