Sticky Visitors, the prequel/sequel to "His Propeller"
Title: Sticky Visitors
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dom Howard/Alex Turner (Arctic Monkeys), Belldom, Belldom/Turner
Description: An exercise in PWP featuring everyone's favorite blond drummer and his first encounter with the lovely, young Alex Turner.
Note: You don't have to read this under circumstances. If it's not your thing, that's perfectly fine. It's under a cut for that reason, so I understand. A million thanks to gripyoutight for being awesome . This is the prequel to His Propeller.
Note 2: I was just really fucking happy to have written something. Sorry if you don't like it.
Disclaimer: This is mine. Muse/Arctic Monkeys/Kanrocksas/the real people aren't mine, but the storyline and idea is, and you can't have it.
Someone is standing at the edge of the stage, half-obscured by shadows. Since the second song of their set at Kanrocksas, the male figure has stood, eyes fixed on Dom. A cigarette, the third or fourth of the evening by Dom’s estimate, dangles between two long fingers and occasionally slips between two lips, orange tip flaring in the darkness like the beacon. He can see the tip of the cigarette flaring in the darkness just as surely as he can feel the man’s eyes upon his body.
Dom finds himself glancing at the sidestage as often as he can just to catch a glimpse of the eyes fixed so intently upon him. He can’t see his hidden voyeur’s face, but he wants to make a show of it. He emphasizes his features and over-dramatizes every action, exerting himself so that his muscles strain, his skimpy clothing clings, and sweats soaks his skin and makes him shine beneath the stage lights. If someone is so intent upon watching him that his skin burns under their attention, he at least wants to make sure his audience enjoys the experience.
When the set ends and the encore are complete, Dom sits at the kit for a minute and gathers his strength. He can see the outline of his voyeur, who still lingers in the wings, cigarette drooping lazily between his lips. Dom rises and walks away from the kit, each step bringing him closer to his mystery man. He hears Matt calling to him over the hum of the crowd and he pauses, glancing at the smaller man. There is no mistaking the hunger in his glassy blue eyes, and Dom’s stomach tumbles as the familiar flame of desire rekindles deep within him. .
“I’m planning on making you pay for your little fancy dress outfit,” Matt calls, a grin splitting his face.
“Is that so?” replies Dom, giving Matt a smile but still moving toward the wings. “We’ll see.”
“Oh, this payment is non-negotiable!” Matt calls. He cackles and then a foot slams squarely, unexpectedly into Dom’s arse, jolting him as he finally reached the side of the stage.
Matt means business, Dom knows as much, but so does the lithe figure that now leans against a stack of black cases used by the road crew to store and move equipment. Dom opens his mouth, either to reply to Matt or to call out to the stranger, but the figure ensconced in shadows steps forward, and Dom’s train of thought derails.
Alex Turner delivers a cocky smile as his eyes rake over Dom’s sweat-soaked body. “Hullo.”
Dom’s grin is bright. “I never figured you to be a voyeur, Mr. Turner. Especially not one who likes to watch other boys at play. I figured you for a bit of a straight arrow.”
Before Alex can reply, Dom steps aside, crowding Alex for a moment, as Chris moves past them and into the depths of the backstage area. When Chris is gone, Dom does not move, keeping his body pressed against Alex’s younger, thinner frame. The brunet takes a long drag on his cigarette and then exhales, the blowing and sucking actions not lost on Dom.
“Can’t a boy experiment?” Alex drawls, the cig now dangling limply from between his full lips.
Dom grins and plucks the cigarette from Alex’s mouth. He takes a long, lazy drag, tasting Alex’s saliva on the filtered end, and exhales. “With me? Of course. Experimentation is the best way to learn.”
Two hands slide up from behind Dom and rest on his hips. Without shame or acknowledgment of their present company, the long-fingered hands slide around to cup Dom through his tiny yellow shorts.
“Is it time for that non-negotiable punishment, Dom?” asks Matt, his voice low and ragged in Dom’s ear.
Dom ignores the hands that grope his crotch through the tight yellow fabric and winks at Alex. “Mmm, no, not quite yet. I’ll need the green room for a bit, though.”
“Oh?” Matt asks, his hyperactive hands not pausing as they canvass Dom’s erection. “What for?” He begins licking and sucking the sweat-slicked curve of Dom’s neck and for a moment, Dom is sweetly distracted from the look of surprise on Alex’s face.
Dom’s eyelashes flutter as Matt’s tongue beats time against his pulse point. “I want to play with this little kitten, Matthew.”
Matt sighs and delivers one last wet lick to Dom’s neck. He pulls his hands away from Dom’s aching cock, making Dom whine at the lack of stimulation.
“Not too long, yeah? These short pants are driving me mad,” says Matt, finally acknowledging Alex by winking one brilliant blue eye in his direction.
“You’ll get yours, Bellamy, don’t worry,” Alex teases, smirking at the older, more established musician. “He might just be a bit worse for the wear when I’m done with him.”
Matt scoffs. “We’ll see about that.” He presses a quick, yet bruising kiss to Dom’s lips, one that Dom doesn’t even have the chance to return, and steps away. “I’ll see you in our room.”
Dom watches Alex stare after Matt, both equally enjoying the curve of Matt’s thick ass as it struts toward the dressing room.
“You share a room? With Matt?” asks Alex, reaching into his pocket to pull another cigarette from the packet.
“Of course,” Dom says. He always forgets that other people are not privy to the relationship he shares with Matt. “We have for years. He and I have a little arrangement, a bit of a...thing...on the side.”
For the first time since Dom met up with him that evening, Alex Turner looks surprised. “But he has a baby, and...”
Dom scoffs. “Matthew knows where his bread is buttered. And so do I.” He reaches out and brushes his fingers along Alex’s full bottom lip. “But...there’s not any harm in evening things out a bit, hmm? Having my cake and eating an arse, too?”
Alex’s eyes go wide for just a moment, and then he laughs.
“No...no harm in it at all,” he says, his mouth buzzing against Dom’s fingers. “Show me that green room Matt has so graciously lent us, yeah?”
Dom grins. “Follow me, my eager little kitten.”
**
Dom closes the door with the heel of one trainer. He tugs Alex around by the elbow, turning the musician around to face him, and leans in close as if to kiss Alex’s full, pouting mouth. Instead, he plucks the fag from between Alex’s lips, taking a few lazy pulls on the cig.
“Experimentation?” Dom asks, recalling their conversation from backstage as the cigarette wiggles between his lips. Uninterested in waiting for Alex’s answer, Dom walks toward the loo, stamping out his cigarette in an ashtray as he went.
“Yeah. I fuckin’ said that before, didn’t I?” Alex drawls, irritation soaking every word.
“Cheeky.” Dom laughs and runs a mint green towel over his sweat soaked hair. He can see Alex in the mirror, the uneasy fidgets of the guitarist’s fingers belying the nervousness that hides beneath his quiffed, pomade-slickened hair. “I’m not going to ease you into this, you should know. If you want someone to hold your hand and say sweet nothings, I’m not your guy. If you want to play a bit, no strings attached...”
Alex nods. “I want to play a bit. Fool around. Don’t need anyone to hold my hand, mate, but thanks. And ‘m not interested in a shag yet, either.”
Dom tosses his sweat-soaked towel to the bathroom floor and steps into the main sitting room, where Alex is seating himself on a black leather sofa. A plan is already taking shape in Dom’s head as he walks toward Alex, and he can’t contain his filthy grin as Alex’s eyes drink him.
“Not yet. Of course,” Dom says with a wink. He pops the button on his tiny yellow shorts and stops across from Alex, who is seated on the couch, legs splayed wide open. Dom points to the tight light blue Levis that strain with the weight of Alex’s excitement and barks, “Get those jeans off. I want to see what you have under there. See if you’re worth my time.”
Alex kicks off his boots and then arches his body up from the sofa cushions to remove his jeans. When he kicks the tight trousers aside and is left only in a shirt and boxer briefs, he looks up at Dom. “What about you, then? Shouldn’t you be taking your little whore pants off?”
Dom clucks his tongue against his cheek and settles in on Alex’s right side. He skims his bare hand along Alex’s thigh, fingertips tracing the heavy bulge straining inside the younger man’s briefs. He leans in and breathes hotly on Alex’s neck.
“We’ll get to me in a moment. Take the rest of it off...” Dom pauses and snaps the waistband of Alex’s boxer briefs with two fingers. “...shirt and pants.”
As Dom watches with hungry, approving eyes, Alex removes his t-shirt and drops it carelessly over the back of the couch. He hooks his thumbs in his briefs, but does not remove them.
“Take something off, yeah? ‘s only fair,” Alex insists, his brown eyes boldly meeting Dom’s own grey eyes.
Overwhelmed by the need to see the filthy creature at his side completely bare, Dom bites back
the protests that spring to mind and pulls his sleeveless white shirt over his head. “Briefs. Now.”
Alex wastes no time in lowering his briefs. He kicks them aside and pops his hips up, but Dom refuses to look between Alex’s toned thighs at the erection that waits there. Dom drinks in Alex’s strong arms, defined shoulders, peaked nipples...but he ignores the cock bobbing just below his line of sight.
“Will you have a look at my prick already?” Alex grumbles.
Dom turns his head and looks between Alex’s legs; the sight he finds there makes him lick his lips. Alex’s cock, thick and strong, doesn’t resemble Matt’s in the least, but variety is the spice of life. Unlike Matt, Alex is cut and his head is blushing pink as precome slides lazily from the slit.
“I can work with this,” Dom says casually, extending a finger to rub Alex’s weeping slit. He slides his wet finger between his lips, sucking it clean of the sweet flavor that coats his fingerprint. “It will do.”
It is Alex’s turn to scoff. “I’ve not had any complaints.”
“I bet you haven’t,” Dom practically coos. He makes quick work of his shorts, dropping them to the ground in mere seconds, and studies Alex’s sweet young body before winding a hand around his own cock. “Do you like what you see here?”
Alex’s eyes scan Dom’s length and Dom gives it a lazy pull. “It will do.”
Dom takes his hand from his cock and pats his lap. “Come be a good kitten and sit on my lap.”
Alex purrs, the sound low and warm and burrowing right in Dom’s belly, and crawls onto Dom’s lap. Irritated by the throbbing ache of his own cock, Dom grabs Alex by the hips and guides him down so the young musician straddles him.
Dom extends a thick, calloused finger and traces the pulsing vein along the underside of Alex’s cut, blushing cock. Alex shivers and sighs at the slight touch and Dom silently marvels at the younger man’s responsive body. This could be quite fun, indeed. He gradually wraps his hand around Alex’s length, his fingers sliding in a mess of sticky pre-come, and begins stroking him as his tongue glides along Alex’s ear.
“How do you like this so far? Do you like having another bloke touch your prick?” Dom asks as Alex’s body jerks.
Alex nods as his body strains into Dom’s touch, making Dom’s smirk become a predatory smile. Alex seems ready and willing for whatever game Dom wants to play.
“Good,” Dom says, before pressing his tongue in Alex’s ear. He grasps one of the strong hands splayed on his chest and guides it between his own legs. He closes Alex’s rough, strong fingers around his rigid penis and guides it in a lazy pumping motion. “Just like this...really jerk my cock.”
Without hesitation, Alex begins pulling on Dom’s cock. His movements are uneven and awkward, but Dom thrusts into his tight fist anyway, addicted to the rough skin of the singer’s fingers as they work along his length. He nips along the line of Alex’s neck and murmurs, “You’re good at taking orders, kitten. If you don’t disappoint me, we just might have to play again.”
His stomach squeezes at the suggestion. The idea of having Alex Turner spread out beneath him, his virgin ass milking every drop of come from his prick, makes his eyes roll back in his head. He tightens his hold on Alex’s cock and shoves his own prick harder into Alex’s fist, imagining he’s desecrating his tight little hole with every upward thrust.
Alex suddenly rises up, his arse pulling away from Dom’s thighs and Dom delivers a heavy-handed slap to Alex’s bouncing ass.
“So much promise,” Dom hisses, burying his lips in Alex’s hair. He pushes the middle finger of his right hand up and between Alex’s smooth, peach-fuzz covered ass cheeks and rubs short, lazy lines against Alex’s tightly puckered asshole. “You said you didn’t want a shag, but your hole is winking against my finger. You want to be fucked, don’t you, kitten?”
Alex shakes his head, his fingers tumbling on Dom’s cock. “No. ‘m not fuckin’ interested.”
Dom laughs darkly, knowing far better than Alex does what his innocent little body wants, and works his finger more forcefully against Alex’s opening. He can feel the puckered hole give just a bit against the pressure of his finger, but he doesn’t yet press inside. He leaves his finger there, teasing Alex, and kisses a hot, wet line along Alex’s neck and jaw. “Are you sure about that, kitten?”
“Yes!” Alex shouts, the word strangled.
Dom pushes his finger up, burying his fingertip in Alex’s unbelievably hot little asshole. “Liar.”
“You f-fucking cunt! Fuck!” Alex shouts, his whole body bouncing as he squirts across Dom’s bare chest and stomach.
Dom leans back on the sofa, watching with a lurid smile as Alex comes all over him. The warm semen slides down his chest and he bucks up, thrusting roughly into Alex’s loose fist once, twice, three times, before shooting off across Alex’s trembling belly. Gasping for air, he twists a come covered hand in Alex’s dark hair and crushes their mouths together, kissing Alex wetly with hungry lips and a probing tongue.
“Fucking...prick...” Alex hisses between kisses. “Don’t want...you to shag me...”
Dom twists the finger he still has buried inside Alex’s trembling, spasming hole. He bites hungrily at Alex’s swollen bottom lip, but his eyes are fixed on a figure leaning in the doorway. Fighting a smile, Dom nips at Alex’s lip a few more times and then breaks the kiss completely.
“You don’t want me to shag you,” Dom says, his tongue slithering out to lick Alex’s teeth, “but what would you say to a threesome? I think we’ve been discovered by a very interested third party.”
Alex looks over his shoulder and finally sees the person Dom has been staring at for several minutes. “How long have you been there?!”
“Long enough.” A blue eye winks in Alex and Dom’s direction as a belt whizzes through belt loops and hits the floor. “Hello there, kitten. Matt Bellamy, very interested third party at your service.”