Rent Boy: 6/8?
Title: Rent Boy: 6/8?
Author: Me, mistake_arrest
Pairing: Belldom of course!
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Prostitution, sex, language, fluff!
Summary: Dom is a prostitute, Matt needs his services.
Feedback: Is greatly appreciated! Tell me what you think about this :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Muse and this is pure fiction.
Note: This was betad by the lovely ms_belle10 !!! Huuuge thanks to everyone who's reading and commenting :) This is kind of a big chapter, in both length and content, and I think this is maybe my favourite chapter so far... And as you can see from the title, I think there will be two more chapters before this is finally finished :P
Oh, and I almost forgot to say that the club featured in this chapter actually exists! :D I've never been there but you can google it if you want to :)
Previous parts:
Part 1a | Part 1b | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5a | Part 5b
The couple slept late on Saturday, taking advantage of Matt’s rare free weekend in the best way they could. They enjoyed cuddling up in blankets, dozing through the morning, and having a late breakfast at one of the cafés just around the corner from Matt’s apartment.
They decided to spend the afternoon walking around in the city, with Matt showing Dom some of the sights before they headed to a park on their way home. It was late October and the days were getting chilly, so they walked to keep warm, occasionally stopping to watch kids feed squirrels or swans swimming in the pond.
Dom did his best to keep Matt’s thoughts away from his father and what he said. Matt read an email sent to him that morning by his dad’s secretary saying that he had been sacked ‘due to economic reasons’. Matt had been calm when he got the message, but Dom was sure Matt felt at least some disappointment. Dom had taken it upon himself to make Matt feel better, so he promised to cook him dinner later and to take him out in the evening, something neither of them had done for a long time.
Matt’s piano student came and went, with Dom spending the entire time by the kitchen counter listening to the chords blasting from the living room. The student was clearly a beginner, and Dom could easily distinguish the times when the student played and when it was Matt. He hadn’t had a chance to hear Matt play properly yet, since all the attempts ended up in a heavy snogging session - Dom claimed he couldn’t help becoming turned on every time he saw Matt playing - so he enjoyed the sounds Matt created with his slender fingers now that he could do so without distraction.
The meal Dom prepared was delicious and the blond was extremely proud of his cooking skills. Usually it was Matt who got to brag about his culinary knowledge, but this time Dom wanted to pamper Matt, achieving his goal with great success with his oven baked salmon and vegetables, complete with white wine.
Dom had never been the type of person who would go to great lengths to please someone else, and he had surprised himself with how much he enjoyed making Matt smile and forget any issues the brunet might have had in his mind. Dom found himself smiling at the way Matt surrendered to his pampering, and he felt his heart beating extra fast when Matt complimented the food he’d prepared. It was something completely new that Dom welcomed with open arms.
When the evening came and it was time for the couple to hit the town, Dom managed to convince Matt that he would look absolutely stunning in a tight white t-shirt and white skinnies, with a black belt and black trainers. Matt, on the other hand, insisted that Dom should wear a black t-shirt with green skinnies, about which the blond had no objections whatsoever.
Dom wasn’t really educated about Birmingham’s nightlife, so he let Matt decide where they should go for their night out. He would have guessed Matt would pick a sophisticated wine bar or a fancy restaurant to spend his evening, and the blond was surprised when they arrived at a club with a black and red sign above the entrance that said ‘Nightingale’. Anyone would have thought it was a regular club, but Dom instantly noticed that the people lining up were mostly male. Matt had brought him to a gay club.
“Do you come here often?” Dom shouted over the loud, thumping music when they entered the club and headed across the large dance floor towards the bar.
“I’ve actually never been here before” Matt grinned, taking Dom’s hand in his in order to not lose him in the crowded space. Together, they pushed their way through the mass of grinding people and ordered drinks. Dom ordered his usual whiskey and Matt, feeling adventurous, chose a drink called ‘Rubber doll’ that the bartender had recommended to him.
“You’re so fucking gay,” Dom laughed when they’d found an empty table. He pointed at Matt’s pink drink, which he was sucking through an equally pink straw.
Matt shrugged, smirking. “I can be in a place like this.” He sucked through the straw again, his cheeks hollowing. Dom licked his lips and sipped his own drink, feeling the alcohol starting to course through his body, enhancing the effects from the wine they had earlier.
Dom leaned forward until he was sure he had of Matt’s attention. “I saw people looking at you when we came in here.”
“What? You didn’t.” Even in the dimness of the club Dom could see Matt’s cheeks reddening as they held eye contact.
“Oh, I did too.” Dom leaned even further and ran his thumb over the heated skin on Matt’s cheekbone. “They wanted you, I could see it.”
“T-they did?”
Dom tilted his head and nodded, a flirty smirk on his lips. “I don’t blame them, though. You look absolutely gorgeous tonight. Very sexy.”
Very slowly, a shy smile broke on Matt’s lips. He downed the rest of his drink in one go, encouraging Dom to do the same before grabbing the blond’s wrist firmly. He dragged Dom across the seating area to the bar and ordered two vodka shots, placing the other in from of Dom and leaving the blond bewildered.
“Is everything okay?” Dom asked, looking slightly amused by Matt’s clearly flustered state.
A quick hand gesture by Matt said it all. “Drink it.”
Dom did what he was told and watched the clear liquid disappear in the brunet’s mouth, the wetness of Matt’s lips making him run his tongue along his own lips. Matt slammed the shot glass on the counter and took Dom’s hand in his again, leading him in another direction this time. Dom felt the quickly consumed whiskey and vodka start hazing his mind, the blood rushing in his veins and making him feel very hot suddenly.
Matt led them to the back of the large room, where the pulsing of the music felt stronger than where they’d been sitting. The bass was thumping beneath their feet and radiating through their bodies.
Matt leaned close to Dom, his lips almost touching his ear. “Let’s dance.” And with that the dark haired man put his hands on Dom’s hips, swaying and rocking to the dark beat, prompting the other man to do the same.
Dom glanced over his shoulder to look at the mass of people, most of whom were men, save for a few groups of girls probably no more than twenty years old. The dance floor was a mass of sweaty bodies grinding against each other. Dom knew Matt didn’t really go to these kinds of places and was surprised by the other man being clearly very into it. Deciding to take full advantage of Matt’s sudden reckless attitude, Dom turned his attention back to Matt, stepping closer until he was flush against the lithe body in front of him, and he started moving in synch with his partner.
Dom threw his arms around the smaller man’s neck and leaned in to brush his lips over Matt’s jaw, feeling the other man’s grip on his hips tightening. Dom looked up and saw that Matt’s blue eyes had turned darker, his pupils slightly dilated. The blond dragged his lips along the jaw, kissing the corner of Matt’s mouth and feeling hot breaths on his cheek. He nudged the tip of his tongue softly between Matt’s thin lips until Matt opened his mouth, allowing the blond to slide his tongue inside.
Tasting the vodka and something sweeter still lingering in Matt’s mouth, Dom deepened the kiss, eliciting deep moans from the other man. Matt was clearly just as excited as Dom was, judging from the growing bulge in his jeans that was rubbing against the blond’s upper thigh.
Unexpectedly, Matt squeezed Dom’s waist and pulled away, smiling cheekily, his darkened eyes sparkling. He nodded somewhere behind Dom, making the blond turn around in his arms to see what he was looking at.
“See that man in the corner? The one with the sleeveless white shirt on?” he breathed in Dom’s ear, circling his arms firmly around the blond’s waist and pulling him close. Dom could feel Matt’s hardness pressing insistently against his backside, the brunet’s tight skinnies doing little to disguise it. Dom fixed his gaze on the man in question, nodding, while Matt attacked his neck with his mouth, making the blond tilt his head to give Matt better access.
“He’s looking at us. At you, Dom,” Matt said huskily, his fingers sneaking under the hem of Dom’s black t-shirt to caress the skin below his navel.
The man was, indeed, staring straight at the couple, quite unashamedly. He was leaning against the wall, tapping the floor with one of his feet, a half finished drink in his hand. He was a bit taller and bulkier than Dom and his muscular arms were covered with tattoos.
He saw Matt and Dom staring and his lips curled up in a cocky smile.
“I don’t like him,” Dom stated, craning his neck to look into Matt’s eyes.
“It’s too late. He’s coming this way.”
Instinctively, Dom pressed his back harder against Matt, following the stranger with his eyes as the stranger placed the glass in one of the tables and made his way towards the couple.
The man stopped in front of Dom, eyeing the blond from head to toe. Smirk unfaltering, the man raised his hand and held Dom’s chin in it, looking into Dom’s gray eyes without hesitation.
“Hey, pretty boy,” the man purred, his voice barely audible above the blaring music. His fingers slid from Dom’s jaw onto his neck. “Haven’t seen you here before.” With a cheeky wink he introduced himself as Smith.
“I’m sorry, but I’m not alone,” Dom said politely, trying to contain his irritation towards Smith. Never loosening his arms around the blond’s waist, Matt glared at the man from behind Dom’s shoulder, ready to shoot something nasty at him if he tried anything funny on his boyfriend.
There was a flash of disappointment in Smith’s eyes when Dom removed the bulky man’s hand off his neck.
“I do threesomes, too,” Smith tried hopefully, but both Matt and Dom shook their heads, with Matt turning Dom around in his arms and starting to kiss his neck hungrily.
They weren’t surprised to see Smith leaving, but it was a relief anyway - the last thing they wanted was someone to ruin it for them now.
Dom groaned in a deep, husky voice, picking up exactly where they’d stopped earlier, and enjoyed the feeling of Matt’s mouth sucking on his skin, definitely leaving a mark for everyone to see.
The alcohol was still rushing to their heads, making the music beat through their systems with a sudden force. They found themselves grinding against each other in no time, their lips finding each other for hungry kisses as they moved together in the middle of an intoxicated mass of people. Some stranger was grinding quite shamelessly against Matt’s hip and they moved aside, resuming their kisses, their hands groping at waists, arses, thighs - whatever they gained contact with.
Dom pushed Matt against the wall, the dark-haired man making quiet sounds of pleasure when Dom sucked at his neck, the blond feeling the sounds vibrating beneath his mouth rather than actually hearing them. Dom grabbed Matt’s hand and forced it down between their bodies, pressing it against the front seam of his jeans.
“Feel this?” He pressed harder, moving Matt’s hand up and down his hardness. “You’re making me so fucking hard, Matt,” Dom groaned into Matt’s ear, releasing the hand and pushing his own body hard against Matt’s, who was tightly pinned to the wall and panting with his mouth slightly open and his eyes closed.
“You’re a bit of a wild one tonight, aren’t you?” It was more of a statement than a question, and to prove his words Dom took Matt’s earlobe in his mouth and nibbled on it gently, making the brunet writhe against him with want.
Suddenly Matt opened his eyes and frowned. He took Dom’s face in his hands and looked sternly into the grey pools. “Dom… I’m gonna come in my pants right here if we don’t stop now.” His look was deadly serious, though laced with lust, and it made Dom stop his grinding.
Matt looked around, vaguely noticing a few people who’d been staring at their little show, and tried to think. They were in a club, practically humping each other, somewhere where anyone could see them.
“Come on, let’s get out of here.” Dom grabbed Matt’s hand, the brunet willingly following him through the club until they found themselves outside in the street. Determined, Dom dragged Matt round the corner, past the dumpsters near the rear exit of the club and into a narrow, cobbled side street.
Matt almost lost his balance when they stepped over a large rock, Dom catching him just in time but wasting no time in pushing Matt against the dark brick wall behind him as soon as he got him back upright. Their mouths clashed together in a passionate, hungry kiss, with Dom taking Matt’s bottom lip in his mouth and almost drawing blood with the way he sucked and nibbled on it.
“Fuck… so hard, Dom. I can’t…” Matt panted in between kisses and grasped on Dom’s arse, pulling his crotch closer to his. He gasped at the contact, their jean clad cocks rubbing together, breathing Dom’s name over and over again.
“Matt…” Dom pulled back and unbuckled his own belt, opened his jeans and pulled them halfway down his thighs together with his boxers, and then repeated the action on Matt’s trousers. The brunet stood against the wall the whole time, leaning on it with his hands resting against the wall above his head, and looked like the picture of pleasure when Dom wrapped his hand around Matt’s stiff cock.
With his eyes closed, Matt brought one of his hands down and reached blindly for Dom. After a few misses and giggles finally finding what he was looking for and grasped Dom’s hardness in his hand. They both started to pump and squeeze, developing a fast rhythm right from the start. Dom leaned closer, leaning on Matt and resting his chin on the brunet’s shoulder, listening to the other man’s whimpers when he was nearing the edge.
“Who’s the whore now, Matthew?” Dom asked with a husky, breathless voice when a particularly sharp moan escaped Matt’s mouth and he started quivering against the blond, his knees buckling. Dom wound his free arm around Matt’s waist and held tight when the brunet spilled over his hand with a loud cry of “Dom!”
Dom came only seconds after Matt. Both of them took their time to milk the last waves of pleasure out of the other before stopping, with Dom still holding Matt upright and leaning into him, relaxed and spent.
****
“Fucking hell,” Matt murmured after a couple of minutes, his hands resting loosely on Dom’s bum, leaning his back against the wall. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done, right there.”
“Yeah, I feel kind of gross, though,” Dom laughed, producing a couple of tissues from the pocket of his jacket. After cleaning them both up, Dom eased himself back into his jeans, buckling his belt before he reached out and buckled Matt’s as well, chuckling at Matt’s temporary inability to function. “Let’s go back to your place, yeah?” he suggested with a chaste kiss on Matt’s lips.
With little grace they stumbled from the side alley to the more crowded main street, their eyes searching for a taxi. They quickly found a taxi stand with only two other people queuing and decided to wait there. An older couple appeared behind them, casting disapproving glances at their disheveled appearance, prompting Dom to press himself against Matt to steal a few kisses from the brunet. They couldn’t care less about the huffs coming from behind them.
When they finally stepped into a taxi, they pressed in side by side, watching as the city lights went by, a few late night clubbers wobbling along the streets.
“I’ve never done that before,” Matt said to Dom, looking positively giddy and almost proud of himself. Dom’s lips curled upwards, catching instantly what Matt meant.
“Ever?”
“No. But I think I like it. Anyone could have seen us, you know? It felt kind of thrilling. Dangerous.” Matt’s cheeks flushed. “You think I’m a wimp for not having done it before, don’t you?”
Dom giggled, shaking his head. “Of course you’re not a wimp. What makes you think I would think that way about you? Just because you assume I have more experience?”
Matt tilted his head, looking thoughtful. “Yeah, I guess so. I mean, of course you have more experience. Isn’t that clear?”
Dom’s eyebrows rose at that. “But you think that because I’m a hooker it means I automatically must regularly have sex with people in dark alleys. Right?” His grey eyes cast a challenging look at Matt.
“No!” Matt was quick to set things straight. “I didn’t say that, did I?” Dom shrugged and Matt continued. “I just thought you maybe didn’t find what we just did as exciting as I did, seeing as you live quite an exciting life yourself on a regular basis.”
“So, you think being a prostitute is exciting?”
It was Matt’s turn to shrug, even though he already knew he was going to lose this argument. “I wouldn’t know, to be honest. Sounds dangerous enough to be exciting,” Matt said.
“Dangerous maybe. But it’s more like… scary, I guess? Yeah, definitely scary. Sometimes, at least. And humiliating. Dirty. Fucking degrading.” Dom’s voice had taken an angry tone without him even realizing at first - when he did, he looked at Matt, seeing the other man frown. His expression and voice softening, Dom said, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to take it out on you like that.”
Matt shook his head, blinking a few times. “Bollocks. I don’t want you to keep those things from me. I’m glad you said it.” Matt brought his hand to rest on the back of Dom’s neck, fingers playing with the damp strands of hair there. “You know how I feel about you having sex with other people. It’s not even the fact that you’re taking money for it, just… I would love to have you all to myself. I’m probably selfish, but that’s the truth. And I’m sorry you have to go through it but I’m also sure that a smart, artistic guy like you could do something else, too.”
Dom nodded, looking in the other direction, the intoxicating feeling from just moments before completely gone. “You’re not selfish. I’d feel the same way probably if I was you.” Dom felt an arm snake around his waist and he leaned against Matt’s side, sighing.
“I can’t do it anymore,” Dom murmured, his voice just above a whisper.
Matt’s frown deepened in confusion. “What?”
“Fucking other people. I can’t do it. Haven’t done it for weeks now.”
Matt shifted so he could face Dom better, still holding the blond. “You haven’t? Is it because of me?”
Dom snorted and looked into Matt’s eyes, a small smile playing on his lips. “Of course it’s because of you. I can’t… can’t even think about having sex with anyone else, now. I tried at first, I really did, but I just can’t do it.” Dom rested his cheek on Matt’s shoulder blade and sighed. “Are you mad that I didn’t tell you sooner?”
“No, Dom, of course I’m not… I’m glad you did it now, though. And… I’m actually bloody flattered.” Dom looked up to see Matt grinning, his wonky tooth sticking out almost proudly. The sight made his stomach flutter.
“Your smile kind of gives it away, yeah,” the blond chuckled.
Their taxi had come to a halt with a jolt and Dom shuffled out of the car after giving the driver a decent tip, Matt following behind. They entered Matt’s apartment and Dom sat down on the couch while Matt walked into the kitchen.
“Let’s have a drink, yeah?” Matt came back with a bottle of whiskey that he bought with Dom’s visits in mind in one hand and two glasses in his other hand. “I don’t feel like going to sleep just yet.”
They sat on the couch, Matt filling their glasses on the coffee table. “So… what have you thought about doing? How can you afford living in London if you can’t work?” He certainly didn’t waste time getting to the point.
Dom took a long sip of his drink and winced when the liquid burned in his throat. “I have some savings that will allow me to live there for a month or two… and I stopped paying the student loan so I don’t need as much.”
“Your savings won’t take you very far, Dom.” Matt set his glass on the table for a moment and leaned down to lift Dom’s legs onto his lap, waiting until Dom got comfortable, leaning against the hand rest before continuing. When they’d both settled comfortably, Matt retrieved his glass, twirling the amber liquid in it before taking a small sip.
“I know that… I’ve sold some of my art. I’m giving up the studio too. I’ll be fine.” Matt saw the flash of sadness in Dom’s eyes when he mentioned giving up his room in the attic and felt a pang of sympathy towards the blond.
“Are you sure?”
Dom nodded. “I’m sure.”
There was a pause, during which Matt considered something, his slightly drunk mind telling him it might be an excellent idea. Matt downed a mouthful of whiskey before opening his mouth to speak up.
“Move in with me, Dom.”
Dom almost spit his drink out, the suggestion taking him totally by surprise. “What?” From the look in Matt’s eyes he could see that the brunet wasn’t joking.
“I’m serious. I have enough room for you and all your art. Move here.” Matt set his empty glass on the table and rested his arms on top of Dom’s legs, one of his hands playing with the material of Dom’s green jeans.
“I… I don’t know. That’s quite a step you’re suggesting.” Dom bit his lip, scared about hurting Matt with what he was about to say. “I’m not sure if I’m ready for that just yet.”
The thought had crossed Dom’s mind at some point when he’d been thinking about his future, but he’d decided that it was best to wait until they were both sure that was what they wanted, and Dom couldn’t help but think that if they moved in together now, it would be for wrong reasons. It didn’t feel right.
“Oh…” Matt’s disappointment was almost breaking Dom’s heart, and the blond had to look the other way.
“Cheers anyway. I want you to know… that I really, really care about you, Matt. It’s just… we’re both a little bit drunk now and maybe you’ll feel differently in the morning. It’s just not the right time for us to start living together right now.”
Matt merely nodded, muttering something about understanding, and about him being willing to wait until Dom was ready. It didn’t change the already tense atmosphere, though, and soon they both headed to bed, lying side by side. Just before Matt fell asleep he shuffled behind Dom who was sleeping soundly on his side, and threw his thin arm around the blond’s waist in a protecting embrace, pressing himself as close to Dom’s back as he could. Matt drifted off to the smell of Dom’s hair, its slightly dirty scent reminding him of their passionate escapade earlier that night.
****
Dom woke up before Matt the next morning.
Matt had turned around in his sleep and was lying half on his side, with his dark hair a fluffy mess on the white pillow and half of his boxed-clad bum peeking from under the duvet. Dom was lying on his stomach, his hand resting on Matt’s back and his upper thigh touching the back of Matt’s thigh.
Dom lifted his hand from Matt’s back and stretched out on the bed, grunting when his back popped. He looked at the man lying next to him and dropped a light kiss on the mess of hair before getting up and padding to the bathroom. He was happy to find that his head didn’t feel too bad; the only reminder of their night out was the horrible taste of old whiskey still lingering in his dry mouth.
Dom showered and brushed his teeth, then dried himself off and tiptoed back to the bedroom to retrieve some clean clothes from his overnight bag to change into. He chuckled when he heard the light snores coming from the bed, noticing that Matt had turned around again and was now hugging Dom’s pillow in his sleep, his mouth hanging half open and his chest rising and falling in the rhythm of his snores.
After changing into clean clothes, Dom threw himself on the couch and flicked the TV on. He didn’t feel like sleeping anymore, yet it was too early to start cooking breakfast because Matt could take another hour or two to wake up.
Dom browsed through channels, finding nothing particularly interesting, and finally settled on a documentary about penguins, deciding that it was something he could watch on mute, so as not to wake Matt up.
Dom lifted his feet on the couch and tucked them under himself, leaning back into the cushions deep in thought, not really paying attention to the program. They hadn’t really gone to sleep on bad terms, but there had been discomfort and tension after Matt had asked Dom to move in with him.
The blond craned his neck to look around Matt’s apartment. He’d found himself always feeling very comfortable there, the place oozing with warmth and coziness he didn’t ever feel in his flat in London. Hell, he didn’t even call the place he lived in home, really.
The only place he’d ever called home had been his parents’ house. He could still remember the smells, the sounds, the feelings he’d gotten when he was still a young boy. Sometimes we would smell a familiar scent somewhere and it would instantly remind him of his home, of his mum and dad. Since his parents died, he’d practically been homeless, moving from place to place but never feeling that kind of comfort again.
When he met Matt, there had been sparks and passion, obviously, but there had been something else too, something that made Dom feel all warm and fuzzy whenever he was with Matt or even when he just thought about the brunet. If that feeling wasn’t home, it was pretty damn close.
Dom didn’t think he was ready to move in with Matt, not just yet, but what made him feel incredibly good was the fact that he could indeed see himself doing it someday. Until then, he just had to try and get by with the money he had and what he was getting from selling his art. There was no way he would go back to prostitution, not that he even could while being with Matt.
It was incredible how Dom’s life had changed after meeting Matt. He was happier; something that even his flat mates had noticed and kept teasing him about. He had someone who he could call on his off days and whenever he was feeling down - Matt would always cheer him up.
He had also found it impossible to have sex with other people anymore. Dom hadn’t really had any serious relationships before, but whenever he’d been seeing someone, he hadn’t seen any problem with doing his job while dating. Matt had changed all that. Dom also knew that Matt didn’t feel comfortable with his profession, and while earlier Dom would have just dismissed his partner’s thoughts on it, now he wanted to take Matt’s opinions into consideration.
Dom was shaken out of his thoughts when he heard the bathroom door click closed. Soon he heard the sound of water running, and he stood up from the couch to start preparing some breakfast for the two of them.
Dom was right in the middle of flipping a pancake when he felt warm arms circle his waist, followed by a half naked body pressed against his back. A kiss was pressed against the back of his neck.
“Morning, gorgeous.” Matt’s voice was still hoarse from sleep and he was wearing only a towel; droplets of water dripped from his hair on Dom’s t-shirt.
“Morning. Slept well?”
Dom could feel Matt nodding behind him. “Mmmm… have you been awake for long?”
“Yeah, I couldn’t sleep anymore. Had stuff to think about.”
“Oh.” Matt extracted himself from Dom enough to reach out to the bowl on the kitchen counter, inspecting the pancake batter in it. “Stuff?” he asked, snatching a raspberry from a cup placed on the counter and resuming his position behind Dom, rubbing his hand across the blond’s soft stomach.
Dom poured another portion of batter in the frying pan. “Yeah, the stuff that we talked about last night. I don’t want you to feel like I don’t want you in my life or anything like that. Because I do.”
“I know, Dom. You’re just not ready, and I understand and respect that.” Matt pressed another kiss on Dom’s skin, this time just below the blond’s ear. “Just… let me know when you are, yeah?”
The blond nodded, poking the pancake with the spatula before flipping it over. He waited a few more seconds before tossing the finished pancake onto a plate.
“And please, don’t hesitate to tell me if you need anything. I know you’re short of money, just say the word and I’ll loan you some.” Matt nibbled on Dom’s earlobe, the sensation distracting but in the best kind of way.
“Thanks. I really appreciate it.” Dom could feel Matt smiling against his skin at the words.
“Everything good now?”
Dom turned his head to capture Matt’s lips in a sweet kiss, their lips parting with a smacking sound after a few seconds. “Everything’s fine.”
“Good,” Matt smiled and rested his chin on Dom’s shoulder. They stayed like that for a while, Dom working on the pancakes in silence while Matt hummed a random song next to his ear.
“I love you, Dom,” Matt blurted out unexpectedly. Dom stopped what he was doing, freezing mid-action and grabbed Matt’s wrists to extricate himself from the embrace, turning around to face the other man.
“Matt?” Dom was wide-eyed, Matt’s declaration having taken him completely by surprise.
“I love you. It’s okay, you don’t have to say anything. I just wanted you to know.”
“Matt, I… fuck, I love you too. So, so much…” Dom threw his arms around Matt’s neck and peppered the brunet’s face with wet kisses.
“You do?”
“Fuck yes! I’ve known for a while, actually… I was just so nervous to actually say it, but now that I know you feel the same way, it’s… I’m just…” Matt cut him off with a kiss, both smiling into it deliriously happy.
“Dom…” Matt giggled, trying to disentangle himself with no luck while sniffing the air, the sudden smell of something burning alarming him. He tried again, barely containing his laughter. “Dom! I think your pancake is burning.”
“Shit!”
Author: Me, mistake_arrest
Pairing: Belldom of course!
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Prostitution, sex, language, fluff!
Summary: Dom is a prostitute, Matt needs his services.
Feedback: Is greatly appreciated! Tell me what you think about this :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Muse and this is pure fiction.
Note: This was betad by the lovely ms_belle10 !!! Huuuge thanks to everyone who's reading and commenting :) This is kind of a big chapter, in both length and content, and I think this is maybe my favourite chapter so far... And as you can see from the title, I think there will be two more chapters before this is finally finished :P
Oh, and I almost forgot to say that the club featured in this chapter actually exists! :D I've never been there but you can google it if you want to :)
Previous parts:
Part 1a | Part 1b | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5a | Part 5b
The couple slept late on Saturday, taking advantage of Matt’s rare free weekend in the best way they could. They enjoyed cuddling up in blankets, dozing through the morning, and having a late breakfast at one of the cafés just around the corner from Matt’s apartment.
They decided to spend the afternoon walking around in the city, with Matt showing Dom some of the sights before they headed to a park on their way home. It was late October and the days were getting chilly, so they walked to keep warm, occasionally stopping to watch kids feed squirrels or swans swimming in the pond.
Dom did his best to keep Matt’s thoughts away from his father and what he said. Matt read an email sent to him that morning by his dad’s secretary saying that he had been sacked ‘due to economic reasons’. Matt had been calm when he got the message, but Dom was sure Matt felt at least some disappointment. Dom had taken it upon himself to make Matt feel better, so he promised to cook him dinner later and to take him out in the evening, something neither of them had done for a long time.
Matt’s piano student came and went, with Dom spending the entire time by the kitchen counter listening to the chords blasting from the living room. The student was clearly a beginner, and Dom could easily distinguish the times when the student played and when it was Matt. He hadn’t had a chance to hear Matt play properly yet, since all the attempts ended up in a heavy snogging session - Dom claimed he couldn’t help becoming turned on every time he saw Matt playing - so he enjoyed the sounds Matt created with his slender fingers now that he could do so without distraction.
The meal Dom prepared was delicious and the blond was extremely proud of his cooking skills. Usually it was Matt who got to brag about his culinary knowledge, but this time Dom wanted to pamper Matt, achieving his goal with great success with his oven baked salmon and vegetables, complete with white wine.
Dom had never been the type of person who would go to great lengths to please someone else, and he had surprised himself with how much he enjoyed making Matt smile and forget any issues the brunet might have had in his mind. Dom found himself smiling at the way Matt surrendered to his pampering, and he felt his heart beating extra fast when Matt complimented the food he’d prepared. It was something completely new that Dom welcomed with open arms.
When the evening came and it was time for the couple to hit the town, Dom managed to convince Matt that he would look absolutely stunning in a tight white t-shirt and white skinnies, with a black belt and black trainers. Matt, on the other hand, insisted that Dom should wear a black t-shirt with green skinnies, about which the blond had no objections whatsoever.
Dom wasn’t really educated about Birmingham’s nightlife, so he let Matt decide where they should go for their night out. He would have guessed Matt would pick a sophisticated wine bar or a fancy restaurant to spend his evening, and the blond was surprised when they arrived at a club with a black and red sign above the entrance that said ‘Nightingale’. Anyone would have thought it was a regular club, but Dom instantly noticed that the people lining up were mostly male. Matt had brought him to a gay club.
“Do you come here often?” Dom shouted over the loud, thumping music when they entered the club and headed across the large dance floor towards the bar.
“I’ve actually never been here before” Matt grinned, taking Dom’s hand in his in order to not lose him in the crowded space. Together, they pushed their way through the mass of grinding people and ordered drinks. Dom ordered his usual whiskey and Matt, feeling adventurous, chose a drink called ‘Rubber doll’ that the bartender had recommended to him.
“You’re so fucking gay,” Dom laughed when they’d found an empty table. He pointed at Matt’s pink drink, which he was sucking through an equally pink straw.
Matt shrugged, smirking. “I can be in a place like this.” He sucked through the straw again, his cheeks hollowing. Dom licked his lips and sipped his own drink, feeling the alcohol starting to course through his body, enhancing the effects from the wine they had earlier.
Dom leaned forward until he was sure he had of Matt’s attention. “I saw people looking at you when we came in here.”
“What? You didn’t.” Even in the dimness of the club Dom could see Matt’s cheeks reddening as they held eye contact.
“Oh, I did too.” Dom leaned even further and ran his thumb over the heated skin on Matt’s cheekbone. “They wanted you, I could see it.”
“T-they did?”
Dom tilted his head and nodded, a flirty smirk on his lips. “I don’t blame them, though. You look absolutely gorgeous tonight. Very sexy.”
Very slowly, a shy smile broke on Matt’s lips. He downed the rest of his drink in one go, encouraging Dom to do the same before grabbing the blond’s wrist firmly. He dragged Dom across the seating area to the bar and ordered two vodka shots, placing the other in from of Dom and leaving the blond bewildered.
“Is everything okay?” Dom asked, looking slightly amused by Matt’s clearly flustered state.
A quick hand gesture by Matt said it all. “Drink it.”
Dom did what he was told and watched the clear liquid disappear in the brunet’s mouth, the wetness of Matt’s lips making him run his tongue along his own lips. Matt slammed the shot glass on the counter and took Dom’s hand in his again, leading him in another direction this time. Dom felt the quickly consumed whiskey and vodka start hazing his mind, the blood rushing in his veins and making him feel very hot suddenly.
Matt led them to the back of the large room, where the pulsing of the music felt stronger than where they’d been sitting. The bass was thumping beneath their feet and radiating through their bodies.
Matt leaned close to Dom, his lips almost touching his ear. “Let’s dance.” And with that the dark haired man put his hands on Dom’s hips, swaying and rocking to the dark beat, prompting the other man to do the same.
Dom glanced over his shoulder to look at the mass of people, most of whom were men, save for a few groups of girls probably no more than twenty years old. The dance floor was a mass of sweaty bodies grinding against each other. Dom knew Matt didn’t really go to these kinds of places and was surprised by the other man being clearly very into it. Deciding to take full advantage of Matt’s sudden reckless attitude, Dom turned his attention back to Matt, stepping closer until he was flush against the lithe body in front of him, and he started moving in synch with his partner.
Dom threw his arms around the smaller man’s neck and leaned in to brush his lips over Matt’s jaw, feeling the other man’s grip on his hips tightening. Dom looked up and saw that Matt’s blue eyes had turned darker, his pupils slightly dilated. The blond dragged his lips along the jaw, kissing the corner of Matt’s mouth and feeling hot breaths on his cheek. He nudged the tip of his tongue softly between Matt’s thin lips until Matt opened his mouth, allowing the blond to slide his tongue inside.
Tasting the vodka and something sweeter still lingering in Matt’s mouth, Dom deepened the kiss, eliciting deep moans from the other man. Matt was clearly just as excited as Dom was, judging from the growing bulge in his jeans that was rubbing against the blond’s upper thigh.
Unexpectedly, Matt squeezed Dom’s waist and pulled away, smiling cheekily, his darkened eyes sparkling. He nodded somewhere behind Dom, making the blond turn around in his arms to see what he was looking at.
“See that man in the corner? The one with the sleeveless white shirt on?” he breathed in Dom’s ear, circling his arms firmly around the blond’s waist and pulling him close. Dom could feel Matt’s hardness pressing insistently against his backside, the brunet’s tight skinnies doing little to disguise it. Dom fixed his gaze on the man in question, nodding, while Matt attacked his neck with his mouth, making the blond tilt his head to give Matt better access.
“He’s looking at us. At you, Dom,” Matt said huskily, his fingers sneaking under the hem of Dom’s black t-shirt to caress the skin below his navel.
The man was, indeed, staring straight at the couple, quite unashamedly. He was leaning against the wall, tapping the floor with one of his feet, a half finished drink in his hand. He was a bit taller and bulkier than Dom and his muscular arms were covered with tattoos.
He saw Matt and Dom staring and his lips curled up in a cocky smile.
“I don’t like him,” Dom stated, craning his neck to look into Matt’s eyes.
“It’s too late. He’s coming this way.”
Instinctively, Dom pressed his back harder against Matt, following the stranger with his eyes as the stranger placed the glass in one of the tables and made his way towards the couple.
The man stopped in front of Dom, eyeing the blond from head to toe. Smirk unfaltering, the man raised his hand and held Dom’s chin in it, looking into Dom’s gray eyes without hesitation.
“Hey, pretty boy,” the man purred, his voice barely audible above the blaring music. His fingers slid from Dom’s jaw onto his neck. “Haven’t seen you here before.” With a cheeky wink he introduced himself as Smith.
“I’m sorry, but I’m not alone,” Dom said politely, trying to contain his irritation towards Smith. Never loosening his arms around the blond’s waist, Matt glared at the man from behind Dom’s shoulder, ready to shoot something nasty at him if he tried anything funny on his boyfriend.
There was a flash of disappointment in Smith’s eyes when Dom removed the bulky man’s hand off his neck.
“I do threesomes, too,” Smith tried hopefully, but both Matt and Dom shook their heads, with Matt turning Dom around in his arms and starting to kiss his neck hungrily.
They weren’t surprised to see Smith leaving, but it was a relief anyway - the last thing they wanted was someone to ruin it for them now.
Dom groaned in a deep, husky voice, picking up exactly where they’d stopped earlier, and enjoyed the feeling of Matt’s mouth sucking on his skin, definitely leaving a mark for everyone to see.
The alcohol was still rushing to their heads, making the music beat through their systems with a sudden force. They found themselves grinding against each other in no time, their lips finding each other for hungry kisses as they moved together in the middle of an intoxicated mass of people. Some stranger was grinding quite shamelessly against Matt’s hip and they moved aside, resuming their kisses, their hands groping at waists, arses, thighs - whatever they gained contact with.
Dom pushed Matt against the wall, the dark-haired man making quiet sounds of pleasure when Dom sucked at his neck, the blond feeling the sounds vibrating beneath his mouth rather than actually hearing them. Dom grabbed Matt’s hand and forced it down between their bodies, pressing it against the front seam of his jeans.
“Feel this?” He pressed harder, moving Matt’s hand up and down his hardness. “You’re making me so fucking hard, Matt,” Dom groaned into Matt’s ear, releasing the hand and pushing his own body hard against Matt’s, who was tightly pinned to the wall and panting with his mouth slightly open and his eyes closed.
“You’re a bit of a wild one tonight, aren’t you?” It was more of a statement than a question, and to prove his words Dom took Matt’s earlobe in his mouth and nibbled on it gently, making the brunet writhe against him with want.
Suddenly Matt opened his eyes and frowned. He took Dom’s face in his hands and looked sternly into the grey pools. “Dom… I’m gonna come in my pants right here if we don’t stop now.” His look was deadly serious, though laced with lust, and it made Dom stop his grinding.
Matt looked around, vaguely noticing a few people who’d been staring at their little show, and tried to think. They were in a club, practically humping each other, somewhere where anyone could see them.
“Come on, let’s get out of here.” Dom grabbed Matt’s hand, the brunet willingly following him through the club until they found themselves outside in the street. Determined, Dom dragged Matt round the corner, past the dumpsters near the rear exit of the club and into a narrow, cobbled side street.
Matt almost lost his balance when they stepped over a large rock, Dom catching him just in time but wasting no time in pushing Matt against the dark brick wall behind him as soon as he got him back upright. Their mouths clashed together in a passionate, hungry kiss, with Dom taking Matt’s bottom lip in his mouth and almost drawing blood with the way he sucked and nibbled on it.
“Fuck… so hard, Dom. I can’t…” Matt panted in between kisses and grasped on Dom’s arse, pulling his crotch closer to his. He gasped at the contact, their jean clad cocks rubbing together, breathing Dom’s name over and over again.
“Matt…” Dom pulled back and unbuckled his own belt, opened his jeans and pulled them halfway down his thighs together with his boxers, and then repeated the action on Matt’s trousers. The brunet stood against the wall the whole time, leaning on it with his hands resting against the wall above his head, and looked like the picture of pleasure when Dom wrapped his hand around Matt’s stiff cock.
With his eyes closed, Matt brought one of his hands down and reached blindly for Dom. After a few misses and giggles finally finding what he was looking for and grasped Dom’s hardness in his hand. They both started to pump and squeeze, developing a fast rhythm right from the start. Dom leaned closer, leaning on Matt and resting his chin on the brunet’s shoulder, listening to the other man’s whimpers when he was nearing the edge.
“Who’s the whore now, Matthew?” Dom asked with a husky, breathless voice when a particularly sharp moan escaped Matt’s mouth and he started quivering against the blond, his knees buckling. Dom wound his free arm around Matt’s waist and held tight when the brunet spilled over his hand with a loud cry of “Dom!”
Dom came only seconds after Matt. Both of them took their time to milk the last waves of pleasure out of the other before stopping, with Dom still holding Matt upright and leaning into him, relaxed and spent.
****
“Fucking hell,” Matt murmured after a couple of minutes, his hands resting loosely on Dom’s bum, leaning his back against the wall. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done, right there.”
“Yeah, I feel kind of gross, though,” Dom laughed, producing a couple of tissues from the pocket of his jacket. After cleaning them both up, Dom eased himself back into his jeans, buckling his belt before he reached out and buckled Matt’s as well, chuckling at Matt’s temporary inability to function. “Let’s go back to your place, yeah?” he suggested with a chaste kiss on Matt’s lips.
With little grace they stumbled from the side alley to the more crowded main street, their eyes searching for a taxi. They quickly found a taxi stand with only two other people queuing and decided to wait there. An older couple appeared behind them, casting disapproving glances at their disheveled appearance, prompting Dom to press himself against Matt to steal a few kisses from the brunet. They couldn’t care less about the huffs coming from behind them.
When they finally stepped into a taxi, they pressed in side by side, watching as the city lights went by, a few late night clubbers wobbling along the streets.
“I’ve never done that before,” Matt said to Dom, looking positively giddy and almost proud of himself. Dom’s lips curled upwards, catching instantly what Matt meant.
“Ever?”
“No. But I think I like it. Anyone could have seen us, you know? It felt kind of thrilling. Dangerous.” Matt’s cheeks flushed. “You think I’m a wimp for not having done it before, don’t you?”
Dom giggled, shaking his head. “Of course you’re not a wimp. What makes you think I would think that way about you? Just because you assume I have more experience?”
Matt tilted his head, looking thoughtful. “Yeah, I guess so. I mean, of course you have more experience. Isn’t that clear?”
Dom’s eyebrows rose at that. “But you think that because I’m a hooker it means I automatically must regularly have sex with people in dark alleys. Right?” His grey eyes cast a challenging look at Matt.
“No!” Matt was quick to set things straight. “I didn’t say that, did I?” Dom shrugged and Matt continued. “I just thought you maybe didn’t find what we just did as exciting as I did, seeing as you live quite an exciting life yourself on a regular basis.”
“So, you think being a prostitute is exciting?”
It was Matt’s turn to shrug, even though he already knew he was going to lose this argument. “I wouldn’t know, to be honest. Sounds dangerous enough to be exciting,” Matt said.
“Dangerous maybe. But it’s more like… scary, I guess? Yeah, definitely scary. Sometimes, at least. And humiliating. Dirty. Fucking degrading.” Dom’s voice had taken an angry tone without him even realizing at first - when he did, he looked at Matt, seeing the other man frown. His expression and voice softening, Dom said, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to take it out on you like that.”
Matt shook his head, blinking a few times. “Bollocks. I don’t want you to keep those things from me. I’m glad you said it.” Matt brought his hand to rest on the back of Dom’s neck, fingers playing with the damp strands of hair there. “You know how I feel about you having sex with other people. It’s not even the fact that you’re taking money for it, just… I would love to have you all to myself. I’m probably selfish, but that’s the truth. And I’m sorry you have to go through it but I’m also sure that a smart, artistic guy like you could do something else, too.”
Dom nodded, looking in the other direction, the intoxicating feeling from just moments before completely gone. “You’re not selfish. I’d feel the same way probably if I was you.” Dom felt an arm snake around his waist and he leaned against Matt’s side, sighing.
“I can’t do it anymore,” Dom murmured, his voice just above a whisper.
Matt’s frown deepened in confusion. “What?”
“Fucking other people. I can’t do it. Haven’t done it for weeks now.”
Matt shifted so he could face Dom better, still holding the blond. “You haven’t? Is it because of me?”
Dom snorted and looked into Matt’s eyes, a small smile playing on his lips. “Of course it’s because of you. I can’t… can’t even think about having sex with anyone else, now. I tried at first, I really did, but I just can’t do it.” Dom rested his cheek on Matt’s shoulder blade and sighed. “Are you mad that I didn’t tell you sooner?”
“No, Dom, of course I’m not… I’m glad you did it now, though. And… I’m actually bloody flattered.” Dom looked up to see Matt grinning, his wonky tooth sticking out almost proudly. The sight made his stomach flutter.
“Your smile kind of gives it away, yeah,” the blond chuckled.
Their taxi had come to a halt with a jolt and Dom shuffled out of the car after giving the driver a decent tip, Matt following behind. They entered Matt’s apartment and Dom sat down on the couch while Matt walked into the kitchen.
“Let’s have a drink, yeah?” Matt came back with a bottle of whiskey that he bought with Dom’s visits in mind in one hand and two glasses in his other hand. “I don’t feel like going to sleep just yet.”
They sat on the couch, Matt filling their glasses on the coffee table. “So… what have you thought about doing? How can you afford living in London if you can’t work?” He certainly didn’t waste time getting to the point.
Dom took a long sip of his drink and winced when the liquid burned in his throat. “I have some savings that will allow me to live there for a month or two… and I stopped paying the student loan so I don’t need as much.”
“Your savings won’t take you very far, Dom.” Matt set his glass on the table for a moment and leaned down to lift Dom’s legs onto his lap, waiting until Dom got comfortable, leaning against the hand rest before continuing. When they’d both settled comfortably, Matt retrieved his glass, twirling the amber liquid in it before taking a small sip.
“I know that… I’ve sold some of my art. I’m giving up the studio too. I’ll be fine.” Matt saw the flash of sadness in Dom’s eyes when he mentioned giving up his room in the attic and felt a pang of sympathy towards the blond.
“Are you sure?”
Dom nodded. “I’m sure.”
There was a pause, during which Matt considered something, his slightly drunk mind telling him it might be an excellent idea. Matt downed a mouthful of whiskey before opening his mouth to speak up.
“Move in with me, Dom.”
Dom almost spit his drink out, the suggestion taking him totally by surprise. “What?” From the look in Matt’s eyes he could see that the brunet wasn’t joking.
“I’m serious. I have enough room for you and all your art. Move here.” Matt set his empty glass on the table and rested his arms on top of Dom’s legs, one of his hands playing with the material of Dom’s green jeans.
“I… I don’t know. That’s quite a step you’re suggesting.” Dom bit his lip, scared about hurting Matt with what he was about to say. “I’m not sure if I’m ready for that just yet.”
The thought had crossed Dom’s mind at some point when he’d been thinking about his future, but he’d decided that it was best to wait until they were both sure that was what they wanted, and Dom couldn’t help but think that if they moved in together now, it would be for wrong reasons. It didn’t feel right.
“Oh…” Matt’s disappointment was almost breaking Dom’s heart, and the blond had to look the other way.
“Cheers anyway. I want you to know… that I really, really care about you, Matt. It’s just… we’re both a little bit drunk now and maybe you’ll feel differently in the morning. It’s just not the right time for us to start living together right now.”
Matt merely nodded, muttering something about understanding, and about him being willing to wait until Dom was ready. It didn’t change the already tense atmosphere, though, and soon they both headed to bed, lying side by side. Just before Matt fell asleep he shuffled behind Dom who was sleeping soundly on his side, and threw his thin arm around the blond’s waist in a protecting embrace, pressing himself as close to Dom’s back as he could. Matt drifted off to the smell of Dom’s hair, its slightly dirty scent reminding him of their passionate escapade earlier that night.
****
Dom woke up before Matt the next morning.
Matt had turned around in his sleep and was lying half on his side, with his dark hair a fluffy mess on the white pillow and half of his boxed-clad bum peeking from under the duvet. Dom was lying on his stomach, his hand resting on Matt’s back and his upper thigh touching the back of Matt’s thigh.
Dom lifted his hand from Matt’s back and stretched out on the bed, grunting when his back popped. He looked at the man lying next to him and dropped a light kiss on the mess of hair before getting up and padding to the bathroom. He was happy to find that his head didn’t feel too bad; the only reminder of their night out was the horrible taste of old whiskey still lingering in his dry mouth.
Dom showered and brushed his teeth, then dried himself off and tiptoed back to the bedroom to retrieve some clean clothes from his overnight bag to change into. He chuckled when he heard the light snores coming from the bed, noticing that Matt had turned around again and was now hugging Dom’s pillow in his sleep, his mouth hanging half open and his chest rising and falling in the rhythm of his snores.
After changing into clean clothes, Dom threw himself on the couch and flicked the TV on. He didn’t feel like sleeping anymore, yet it was too early to start cooking breakfast because Matt could take another hour or two to wake up.
Dom browsed through channels, finding nothing particularly interesting, and finally settled on a documentary about penguins, deciding that it was something he could watch on mute, so as not to wake Matt up.
Dom lifted his feet on the couch and tucked them under himself, leaning back into the cushions deep in thought, not really paying attention to the program. They hadn’t really gone to sleep on bad terms, but there had been discomfort and tension after Matt had asked Dom to move in with him.
The blond craned his neck to look around Matt’s apartment. He’d found himself always feeling very comfortable there, the place oozing with warmth and coziness he didn’t ever feel in his flat in London. Hell, he didn’t even call the place he lived in home, really.
The only place he’d ever called home had been his parents’ house. He could still remember the smells, the sounds, the feelings he’d gotten when he was still a young boy. Sometimes we would smell a familiar scent somewhere and it would instantly remind him of his home, of his mum and dad. Since his parents died, he’d practically been homeless, moving from place to place but never feeling that kind of comfort again.
When he met Matt, there had been sparks and passion, obviously, but there had been something else too, something that made Dom feel all warm and fuzzy whenever he was with Matt or even when he just thought about the brunet. If that feeling wasn’t home, it was pretty damn close.
Dom didn’t think he was ready to move in with Matt, not just yet, but what made him feel incredibly good was the fact that he could indeed see himself doing it someday. Until then, he just had to try and get by with the money he had and what he was getting from selling his art. There was no way he would go back to prostitution, not that he even could while being with Matt.
It was incredible how Dom’s life had changed after meeting Matt. He was happier; something that even his flat mates had noticed and kept teasing him about. He had someone who he could call on his off days and whenever he was feeling down - Matt would always cheer him up.
He had also found it impossible to have sex with other people anymore. Dom hadn’t really had any serious relationships before, but whenever he’d been seeing someone, he hadn’t seen any problem with doing his job while dating. Matt had changed all that. Dom also knew that Matt didn’t feel comfortable with his profession, and while earlier Dom would have just dismissed his partner’s thoughts on it, now he wanted to take Matt’s opinions into consideration.
Dom was shaken out of his thoughts when he heard the bathroom door click closed. Soon he heard the sound of water running, and he stood up from the couch to start preparing some breakfast for the two of them.
Dom was right in the middle of flipping a pancake when he felt warm arms circle his waist, followed by a half naked body pressed against his back. A kiss was pressed against the back of his neck.
“Morning, gorgeous.” Matt’s voice was still hoarse from sleep and he was wearing only a towel; droplets of water dripped from his hair on Dom’s t-shirt.
“Morning. Slept well?”
Dom could feel Matt nodding behind him. “Mmmm… have you been awake for long?”
“Yeah, I couldn’t sleep anymore. Had stuff to think about.”
“Oh.” Matt extracted himself from Dom enough to reach out to the bowl on the kitchen counter, inspecting the pancake batter in it. “Stuff?” he asked, snatching a raspberry from a cup placed on the counter and resuming his position behind Dom, rubbing his hand across the blond’s soft stomach.
Dom poured another portion of batter in the frying pan. “Yeah, the stuff that we talked about last night. I don’t want you to feel like I don’t want you in my life or anything like that. Because I do.”
“I know, Dom. You’re just not ready, and I understand and respect that.” Matt pressed another kiss on Dom’s skin, this time just below the blond’s ear. “Just… let me know when you are, yeah?”
The blond nodded, poking the pancake with the spatula before flipping it over. He waited a few more seconds before tossing the finished pancake onto a plate.
“And please, don’t hesitate to tell me if you need anything. I know you’re short of money, just say the word and I’ll loan you some.” Matt nibbled on Dom’s earlobe, the sensation distracting but in the best kind of way.
“Thanks. I really appreciate it.” Dom could feel Matt smiling against his skin at the words.
“Everything good now?”
Dom turned his head to capture Matt’s lips in a sweet kiss, their lips parting with a smacking sound after a few seconds. “Everything’s fine.”
“Good,” Matt smiled and rested his chin on Dom’s shoulder. They stayed like that for a while, Dom working on the pancakes in silence while Matt hummed a random song next to his ear.
“I love you, Dom,” Matt blurted out unexpectedly. Dom stopped what he was doing, freezing mid-action and grabbed Matt’s wrists to extricate himself from the embrace, turning around to face the other man.
“Matt?” Dom was wide-eyed, Matt’s declaration having taken him completely by surprise.
“I love you. It’s okay, you don’t have to say anything. I just wanted you to know.”
“Matt, I… fuck, I love you too. So, so much…” Dom threw his arms around Matt’s neck and peppered the brunet’s face with wet kisses.
“You do?”
“Fuck yes! I’ve known for a while, actually… I was just so nervous to actually say it, but now that I know you feel the same way, it’s… I’m just…” Matt cut him off with a kiss, both smiling into it deliriously happy.
“Dom…” Matt giggled, trying to disentangle himself with no luck while sniffing the air, the sudden smell of something burning alarming him. He tried again, barely containing his laughter. “Dom! I think your pancake is burning.”
“Shit!”