Muse, Matthew Bellamy / Dominic Howard, NC-17, Part One of Four
Title: Three Times Dom Touched Matt (And One Time He Didn't)
Pairing: Matthew Bellamy/Dominic Howard
Summary: Exactly what it says on the label; just a very long PWP.
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, PWP.
Author: blacktofade
Words: 3,706/14,103
Rating: NC-17 (For all parts)
A/N: This part was BETA'd by xanium. Any other mistakes are my own, so please feel free to point them out.
Disclaimer: I am not associated with Muse or any of their affiliates. I don't mean any harm, this is all made up.
The first time Dom touched Matt was after a gig they played in France.
Matt’s blood was pounding through his veins, like the solid beat of a bass drum, and his ears were ringing from the extreme noise level of the recently ended gig. So recently ended, in fact, that as he stumbled into the cover of the backstage area, the last note of the final song was still humming, seemingly yelling at him in a dissonant, high pitched scream. He continued forward, one foot in front of the other, which sounded easy enough, but his legs were shaking from the adrenaline still swirling through his bloodstream, and his feet refused to cooperate. He stumbled over thin air and meandered his way through swarms of techs and roadies.
God he was thirsty, but he felt drunk, as the scenery span around him and his eyes didn’t know where to focus. A warm, steady grip on his arm made him feel slightly less inebriated and after figuring out it was Dom by his side, by glancing to his left, he gladly took the water bottle offered to him. He spilled some of the water over his front in his haste to gulp it down but he didn’t care as he swallowed what was left. The bottle crunched and crackled as the air was drained along with the liquid; he pulled it away from his lips with a suctioning noise and threw the empty container in a nearby bin. The hand on his arm was still there and now his lips were swollen and throbbing from the pressure of the bottle. He lifted a hand and rubbed idly at the tingling sensation spreading across his mouth, but they kept walking.
Matt didn’t know where Dom was leading him, but he wasn’t complaining when the noise began to subside as they ventured further backstage. They strolled down the only corridor in the whole venue that didn’t seem to be occupied by busy workers dismantling electrics, the stage, their instruments, until Dominic found the room he was apparently looking for. The door squeaked on its hinges and, to be honest, Matt thought it looked more as if it was made of cardboard than solid wood. Matt broke away from Dom’s grasp and went straight for the table with food on it, while Dominic moved to the opposite side of the room to the attached bathroom.
Matt hardly tasted the ham sandwich as he swallowed bite after bite in quick succession. He washed the food down with a swig from a new bottle of water, but paid no attention to the trails of liquid that made their way over his chin after he dribbled some down himself. He grabbed another sandwich from the platter and turned as he heard the scuff of Dom’s shoes on the carpeted floor.
Dom’s fringe and the edges of the hair around his face were stuck against his skin in a fashion that revealed that he had just washed his face and had dried it briefly with a paper towel. As Matt watched, Dom twisted his head so he could wipe his jaw on his shoulder as stray droplets of water tickled their way over his fair skin. He knew Dom’s shirt must have been damp, but as the material was black, it made it difficult to see. Not paying any attention to Matt, Dom moved his fingers to the buttons on his shirt and began to undo them almost effortlessly. More and more inches of ivory skin, which stood out starkly against the dark fabric of the shirt, were revealed with each undone button.
Matt swallowed his mouthful of sandwich, though it was difficult, as both the bread and his mouth seemed to have dried out completely. He needed to look away, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it as Dom left his shirt hanging open and moved deft fingers towards his belt. Although Matt had swallowed, it still felt like he had chunks of his sandwich lodged in his throat. He started coughing, closing his eyes and putting a hand over his mouth as his throat became rawer with each hack.
“Better slow down on those sandwiches if you haven’t yet learned to chew properly,” Dom joked, sounding closer than before. A hand thumped him on the back suddenly, forcing his eyes to shoot open in surprise. He continued to cough and watched helplessly as Dom finally moved to save the contents of his water bottle before it spilled all over the floor from Matt’s loose grip. Dom waited until Matt’s coughs had subsided before he held the lip of the bottle up to Matt’s mouth so he could take a swig of the liquid. What Matt managed to swallow soothed his sore throat, but most of it ended up all down his front.
“Sorry,” Dom laughed, the humorous tone to his voice clearly giving away that he wasn’t really as contrite as his apology suggested.
Matt smiled falsely. “Good job,” he said, but his voice came out hoarser and deeper than normal.
“You need to change anyway; you smell.” Dom wrinkled his nose up at him in mock disgust and Matt shot a hand out to bat him lightly on the head in retaliation.
“Bastard,” Matt said, without force behind his words. Dom laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and turned away, nonchalantly shrugging out of his shirt as he did so. Matt couldn’t help it as his eyes wandered over the muscles in Dom’s back, watching them flexing as Dom walked towards his small rucksack where he had a clean shirt stored. Dom stooped to pick it up and Matt became fixated on the way Dom’s spine seemed to try to claw its way out from under his skin, forming bumps and rivets up his back. He ached to run his tongue over them.
Matt froze. What? They must have put something in the water because he swore that he didn’t usually have thoughts like that about his bandmate. He continued to stare; more because of a shock induced paralysis than anything, and fell prey to the pale beauty of Dom’s body, as the latter straightened up and turned around, catching Matt red handed. Matt’s slackened jaw gave him away and Dom pulled his clean shirt over his head with an unreadable expression on his face. When his head emerged through the opening of the material, his hair was skewed in all different directions. The thought that a night of uninhibited passion spent with Dom could conclude with the same ruffled appearance brought a light flush to Matt’s cheeks. It grew even worse when new images of Dom, eyes closed, mouth open, at the absolute zenith of pleasure, danced through his mind, but even then, he still couldn’t break his gaze with the other man.
Dom slipped his arms through the shirt, finally putting it on properly, and Matt couldn’t help but let his eyes drift down to take one last look at the exposed skin, as it was slowly covered up by the shirt as it fell into place. When there was nothing left to see, Matt closed his eyes and swallowed, wishing the exchange had never happened. When his eyelids fluttered open, Dom seemed to have taken a few steps towards him during the short time span, and he wouldn’t stop staring back at Matt.
Matt laughed nervously, the pitch of his voice getting higher as it trailed off.
“What?” he asked, his eyes darting about the room, trying not to stay too long on one item. When his sights finally fixed again on Dom, the other man had his head cocked slightly to one side, as if he were trying to figure something out. Matt felt exposed, as though he needed a tinfoil hat in case Dom could read his thoughts.
As though testing the waters, Dom let his hands move to the buttons on his signature brightly coloured jeans; Matt’s eyes followed them, and Matt had a brief, sickening sensation in his stomach, feeling as though he were a cat that couldn’t stop chasing a strand of string; he felt like he was chasing after a decoy. Matt felt a fool when Dom’s hands drifted away without even undoing anything, and he understood that maybe, perhaps even without malice behind his actions, Dom had tricked him into admitting something he’d been waiting to hear.
Matt’s eyes widened and he watched as Dom inclined his head slightly, asking a silent question. But what was Matt supposed to answer with, yes or no?
Matt had always held the belief that he was an open-minded man, he was up for trying anything once, but he didn’t know if it counted for situations like the one he was in now. He hadn’t notice if he’d nodded his head or not, but Dominic must have seen some form of affirmation, because he began to slowly stalk towards him. Matt felt a change in the room, as if a switch had been flicked and an entirely new atmosphere had settled between them.
Matt was frozen in place. His mind was racing at a thousand thoughts a second and he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, everything would come out as a blur and Dom wouldn’t be able to understand him anyway. Now only a few feet separated him from Dom. He didn’t even try to take a step back, as he knew his legs would fail him and he’d probably end up unceremoniously on his arse.
Dom was less than a foot away and Matt could see every individual eyelash around Dom’s eyes. It unnerved him in a way it never had before. They’d been closer in the past, but it was usually coupled with either alcohol or raucous jokes. This time, there was neither, and Matt silently hoped that Dom would be able to draw the line somewhere because he sure as hell knew he couldn’t.
As such, he was glad when Dom never pressed his lips against his own. For some reason, he believed that kissing Dom would be the proverbial straw to break the proverbial camel’s back. Instead, Dom went for his neck; licking and biting and sucking in such a sordid manner that Matt could hardly believe it was still Dom pressed against him. He imagined that all Dom could taste was sweat and perhaps hair gel, where it’d drifted down his neck with his perspiration. He imagined what Dom himself tasted of, but he stopped when his cock twitched interestedly and Dom drew back to look him dead in the eyes.
Even though Dom had stopped swiping his tongue over his neck, the flesh prickled and burned to remind him that he hadn’t just imagined it in his mind; that they had actually just crossed some unspoken line and were now careening off the road, heading towards a large, ominous-looking cliff. Matt was waiting for a collision with the guardrail - the barrier that was there for times when it all just went too far, the one thing that might have actually been able to stop their brief madness - but there was nothing.
Matt couldn’t believe they were actually going to go through with it. For some selfish reason, thoughts of the consequences their actions would bring didn’t even flitter through his head. He was more focussed on cheap thrills and the upcoming pleasure for the both of them. Matt could hear himself breathing harder and his head felt full and hazy as Dom’s hand ran urgently through his hair while he moved back in to press more hot kisses to Matt’s neck.
Matt let Dominic drift his hands down to his hips, where they clung on tightly as if trying to keep Matt in his grasp forever. Matt allowed Dom’s hands to slide around behind, until they were filled with two handfuls of Matt’s arse. Matt felt Dom’s thumbs through the material of his trousers, as the other man ran them gently over the curve of his backside, all the while, still licking and biting and sucking at his neck.
When Dom’s hands fell a few more inches, so he was gripping the backs of Matt’s thighs, Matt let out a small gasp. Their clothed groins were pushing flushed against each other and Matt could feel Dom hardening under the pressure. A blush spread over his face and he shut his eyes as he felt himself finally stiffening under the onslaught of Dom’s mouth and body.
Without warning, Dom pushed Matt backwards, walking him away from their current location. Matt hissed, more in shock than pain, as they collided with the solid matter of the catering table, which rattled under their combined weight. The force of Dom’s hips against his own almost sent the table rocking backwards onto two legs; he didn’t know how they would have explained it if it had and had spilt everything onto the floor in a beautiful sort of chaos. There was a slight bang then a muffled clink as something fell over then rolled off the table and onto the carpeted floor. It sounded like a wine bottle, but neither of them was going to break the embrace to look properly.
Matt didn’t argue in the slightest as he was pressed harder against the table, even though its sharp wooden edge dug into the small of his back. He suppressed the uncomfortable feeling of their position and focussed his attention on Dom’s tongue as it moved further down his neck until it swiped across his collarbone. Dom’s sharp, straight teeth sank themselves gently into the skin-covered protuberance and the pain-induced shock of pleasure jumped its way down his body to his groin. Dom let go and moved his face away; Matt would never admit that he followed, pressing forward just a few centimetres, to try to encourage Dom back to his throat.
By pushing steadily on Matt’s shoulder, Dom urged him to lie back on the table behind him and Matt felt the platter of sandwiches under his back squishing under his weight, moulding to the curve of his spine. He shifted his shoulder blades slightly to push the plate away until he could feel just the table underneath him. Matt’s legs were left dangling uselessly over the edge of the table and Dom took the opportunity to drop his hands to Matt’s thighs to gently prise them further apart. Matt didn’t stop him; he was too far gone with the thrumming of adrenaline still sweeping through his body and the sweet smell of Dom filling his nose.
Dom’s hands seemed to burn the skin through the fabric of his trousers, but he didn’t tell him to stop; he laid back and let Dom assume control over both of them. For some reason, it seemed much easier that way; much less like he was at fault.
Dom’s hands slipped around to the backs of Matt’s thighs again and he stepped between them, pressing his crotch harder against Matt’s. Matt groaned heavily, feeling another hard surge of arousal from the delicious friction created. With a gentle tug, Dom raised Matt’s thighs with his hands and hitched them higher around his waist. Matt didn’t dare try to pull him forwards for fear of saying too much with no words at all, but he kept his legs there, even when Dom’s supporting hands moved away to lay flat on the table either side of Matt’s shoulders. Dom’s hips were strong and steady as they began to thrust against Matt’s, and Matt wondered just how much self-control Dom possessed.
Matt felt like he was a teenager all over again; he couldn’t count on the fingers of both his hands the number of times he’d got himself off with a girl in a similar sort of way. Even if he used his toes he’d still come up short by a fair few numbers. But this was different; this was with his best mate, whom he placed high on the list of people he respected, he wasn’t meant to end up in situations like this with him. He wished he could tell what Dom was thinking, but the other man had closed off his emotions completely, and the only hint that gave away that he was getting pleasure from their actions was the flush across his face - that, and his unwavering erection digging into Matt’s own.
Dom bent his elbows, lowering himself closer to Matt. He latched his lips onto his neck again and kissed the skin the way he would have kissed Matt if they had been completely conventional and put lips against lips. The added pleasure increased Matt’s want for more, but he couldn’t find the voice to ask Dom to speed his hips up.
The fabric between them was constricting, but it kept them the perfect distance apart. Matt didn’t know what he’d have done if it had been Dom’s skin pressed against his own. He imagined that it would have ended not long after it had begun. The thought of a naked Dom rubbing against him, rolling their bare hips together, had him gasping for air with the ferocity of someone on the brink of asphyxiation.
He could feel himself slipping steadily towards an intense orgasm and he didn’t hold himself back. Apparently, neither did Dom, as he hips canted even more wildly into Matt’s, without a second thought to the items on the catering table that was supporting them. Another bottle of something-or-rather tipped over, but this one had apparently already been opened and had been left with the top off, waiting for someone clumsy to come along and spill it all over everything. Matt shifted uncomfortably as he began to feel it soak into the back of his shirt. It was cold against his feverish skin and the difference in temperature caused him to try to push away from it, to lift his back up and out of the substance. The weight of Dom’s warm body virtually on top of his own prevented him from sitting up, so after a few moments of futile struggling, he groaned in defeat and stayed where he was.
His shirt began to soak up the liquid, drawing it up until he could feel its coolness against his shoulders. Dom, apparently seeing the darkness seeping into the easier-to-access material, bent his head and sucked at the shirt. He slurped crudely and Matt wondered what flavour had spread over his tongue. As if reading his mind, Dom turned his head to let his lips drift back to Matt’s bare neck and whispered, “Mm, champagne.” Dom’s voice was deep and throaty and full of arousal, sending a shiver through Matt’s tense body.
Dom’s cool wet lips brushed over the curve of Matt’s throat, completely undoing him. Matt gasped and dug his fingernails into the thin material of the tablecloth under his hands. With a half-muffled moan, Matt came hotly into his own trousers, slightly embarrassed that he had been reduced to such an act. He breathed heavily, inhaling the sweet scent of wine with the oxygen.
His trousers began to chafe as Dom continued his movements to try to get himself off. Fortunately, it wasn’t long before the other man was jolting and gasping as he climaxed. Dom stilled quickly, savouring the afterglow, but remained leaning over Matt. To Matt, the weight was slightly comforting, like a heavy down duvet during a cold winter night, except they were both rather sweaty and all it did was cause their clothing to stick awkwardly to their skin.
Dom pressed a light kiss to Matt’s throat briefly and Matt wondered if he had imagined it. This wasn’t mean to be anything sweet, it was purely pleasure-inclined; comforting and soppy cuddling after would make it all too real. It made Matt’s stomach twist into knots and he waited in uncomfortable anticipation for Dom to finally move off of him. They were both breathing hard, trying to catch their breaths in the stale air hanging between them.
When Dom finally found strength again to move off, Matt let out an internal sigh of relief and propped himself up on his elbows. His eyes roved down Dom’s body as the other man moved a hand to his crotch to carefully rearrange himself. There was a rather incriminating wet spot on the front of his trousers and Matt watched with guilty eyes as Dom wiped ineffectually at it. In the end, the other man just stretched his shirt down to make sure it covered the stain. Matt’s eyes moved back up his body until they reached his face.
The way Dom’s cheeks were flushed made it seem like he’d been standing outside in minus degree temperature for an hour or so. Matt couldn’t help the thought that it was a suiting look for him. He knew his own face probably looked the same way, except his blush would probably just make him look like a tomato instead. He carded his fingers through his tousled hair and grimaced when he felt wetness and knew the champagne has made its way there as well. He had no second thoughts about the fact that he definitely needed to shower now.
He finally sat up on the edge of the table (causing the excess wine in his shirt to drip down his back and trail down the back of his trousers) and tried not to draw too much attention to himself; he hoped Dom would just grab his stuff and head out to the tour bus. The silence between them was awkward and drawn out to epic proportions.
Matt watched attentively as Dom finally turned to face him and opened his mouth to speak. However, Dom just stood there for a beat too long with his mouth hanging open, but never said anything. In the end, he shut it again with a sharp click and he shrugged as if Matt should understand completely. Instead, Matt was left even more confused than he was before.
Without so much as a goodbye, Dom pulled at his shirt again, grabbed his overnight bag, and fled from the room, leaving Matt breathing in the intoxicating scent of sex and Dom’s skin.
PART TWO
Pairing: Matthew Bellamy/Dominic Howard
Summary: Exactly what it says on the label; just a very long PWP.
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, PWP.
Author: blacktofade
Words: 3,706/14,103
Rating: NC-17 (For all parts)
A/N: This part was BETA'd by xanium. Any other mistakes are my own, so please feel free to point them out.
Disclaimer: I am not associated with Muse or any of their affiliates. I don't mean any harm, this is all made up.
The first time Dom touched Matt was after a gig they played in France.
Matt’s blood was pounding through his veins, like the solid beat of a bass drum, and his ears were ringing from the extreme noise level of the recently ended gig. So recently ended, in fact, that as he stumbled into the cover of the backstage area, the last note of the final song was still humming, seemingly yelling at him in a dissonant, high pitched scream. He continued forward, one foot in front of the other, which sounded easy enough, but his legs were shaking from the adrenaline still swirling through his bloodstream, and his feet refused to cooperate. He stumbled over thin air and meandered his way through swarms of techs and roadies.
God he was thirsty, but he felt drunk, as the scenery span around him and his eyes didn’t know where to focus. A warm, steady grip on his arm made him feel slightly less inebriated and after figuring out it was Dom by his side, by glancing to his left, he gladly took the water bottle offered to him. He spilled some of the water over his front in his haste to gulp it down but he didn’t care as he swallowed what was left. The bottle crunched and crackled as the air was drained along with the liquid; he pulled it away from his lips with a suctioning noise and threw the empty container in a nearby bin. The hand on his arm was still there and now his lips were swollen and throbbing from the pressure of the bottle. He lifted a hand and rubbed idly at the tingling sensation spreading across his mouth, but they kept walking.
Matt didn’t know where Dom was leading him, but he wasn’t complaining when the noise began to subside as they ventured further backstage. They strolled down the only corridor in the whole venue that didn’t seem to be occupied by busy workers dismantling electrics, the stage, their instruments, until Dominic found the room he was apparently looking for. The door squeaked on its hinges and, to be honest, Matt thought it looked more as if it was made of cardboard than solid wood. Matt broke away from Dom’s grasp and went straight for the table with food on it, while Dominic moved to the opposite side of the room to the attached bathroom.
Matt hardly tasted the ham sandwich as he swallowed bite after bite in quick succession. He washed the food down with a swig from a new bottle of water, but paid no attention to the trails of liquid that made their way over his chin after he dribbled some down himself. He grabbed another sandwich from the platter and turned as he heard the scuff of Dom’s shoes on the carpeted floor.
Dom’s fringe and the edges of the hair around his face were stuck against his skin in a fashion that revealed that he had just washed his face and had dried it briefly with a paper towel. As Matt watched, Dom twisted his head so he could wipe his jaw on his shoulder as stray droplets of water tickled their way over his fair skin. He knew Dom’s shirt must have been damp, but as the material was black, it made it difficult to see. Not paying any attention to Matt, Dom moved his fingers to the buttons on his shirt and began to undo them almost effortlessly. More and more inches of ivory skin, which stood out starkly against the dark fabric of the shirt, were revealed with each undone button.
Matt swallowed his mouthful of sandwich, though it was difficult, as both the bread and his mouth seemed to have dried out completely. He needed to look away, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it as Dom left his shirt hanging open and moved deft fingers towards his belt. Although Matt had swallowed, it still felt like he had chunks of his sandwich lodged in his throat. He started coughing, closing his eyes and putting a hand over his mouth as his throat became rawer with each hack.
“Better slow down on those sandwiches if you haven’t yet learned to chew properly,” Dom joked, sounding closer than before. A hand thumped him on the back suddenly, forcing his eyes to shoot open in surprise. He continued to cough and watched helplessly as Dom finally moved to save the contents of his water bottle before it spilled all over the floor from Matt’s loose grip. Dom waited until Matt’s coughs had subsided before he held the lip of the bottle up to Matt’s mouth so he could take a swig of the liquid. What Matt managed to swallow soothed his sore throat, but most of it ended up all down his front.
“Sorry,” Dom laughed, the humorous tone to his voice clearly giving away that he wasn’t really as contrite as his apology suggested.
Matt smiled falsely. “Good job,” he said, but his voice came out hoarser and deeper than normal.
“You need to change anyway; you smell.” Dom wrinkled his nose up at him in mock disgust and Matt shot a hand out to bat him lightly on the head in retaliation.
“Bastard,” Matt said, without force behind his words. Dom laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and turned away, nonchalantly shrugging out of his shirt as he did so. Matt couldn’t help it as his eyes wandered over the muscles in Dom’s back, watching them flexing as Dom walked towards his small rucksack where he had a clean shirt stored. Dom stooped to pick it up and Matt became fixated on the way Dom’s spine seemed to try to claw its way out from under his skin, forming bumps and rivets up his back. He ached to run his tongue over them.
Matt froze. What? They must have put something in the water because he swore that he didn’t usually have thoughts like that about his bandmate. He continued to stare; more because of a shock induced paralysis than anything, and fell prey to the pale beauty of Dom’s body, as the latter straightened up and turned around, catching Matt red handed. Matt’s slackened jaw gave him away and Dom pulled his clean shirt over his head with an unreadable expression on his face. When his head emerged through the opening of the material, his hair was skewed in all different directions. The thought that a night of uninhibited passion spent with Dom could conclude with the same ruffled appearance brought a light flush to Matt’s cheeks. It grew even worse when new images of Dom, eyes closed, mouth open, at the absolute zenith of pleasure, danced through his mind, but even then, he still couldn’t break his gaze with the other man.
Dom slipped his arms through the shirt, finally putting it on properly, and Matt couldn’t help but let his eyes drift down to take one last look at the exposed skin, as it was slowly covered up by the shirt as it fell into place. When there was nothing left to see, Matt closed his eyes and swallowed, wishing the exchange had never happened. When his eyelids fluttered open, Dom seemed to have taken a few steps towards him during the short time span, and he wouldn’t stop staring back at Matt.
Matt laughed nervously, the pitch of his voice getting higher as it trailed off.
“What?” he asked, his eyes darting about the room, trying not to stay too long on one item. When his sights finally fixed again on Dom, the other man had his head cocked slightly to one side, as if he were trying to figure something out. Matt felt exposed, as though he needed a tinfoil hat in case Dom could read his thoughts.
As though testing the waters, Dom let his hands move to the buttons on his signature brightly coloured jeans; Matt’s eyes followed them, and Matt had a brief, sickening sensation in his stomach, feeling as though he were a cat that couldn’t stop chasing a strand of string; he felt like he was chasing after a decoy. Matt felt a fool when Dom’s hands drifted away without even undoing anything, and he understood that maybe, perhaps even without malice behind his actions, Dom had tricked him into admitting something he’d been waiting to hear.
Matt’s eyes widened and he watched as Dom inclined his head slightly, asking a silent question. But what was Matt supposed to answer with, yes or no?
Matt had always held the belief that he was an open-minded man, he was up for trying anything once, but he didn’t know if it counted for situations like the one he was in now. He hadn’t notice if he’d nodded his head or not, but Dominic must have seen some form of affirmation, because he began to slowly stalk towards him. Matt felt a change in the room, as if a switch had been flicked and an entirely new atmosphere had settled between them.
Matt was frozen in place. His mind was racing at a thousand thoughts a second and he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, everything would come out as a blur and Dom wouldn’t be able to understand him anyway. Now only a few feet separated him from Dom. He didn’t even try to take a step back, as he knew his legs would fail him and he’d probably end up unceremoniously on his arse.
Dom was less than a foot away and Matt could see every individual eyelash around Dom’s eyes. It unnerved him in a way it never had before. They’d been closer in the past, but it was usually coupled with either alcohol or raucous jokes. This time, there was neither, and Matt silently hoped that Dom would be able to draw the line somewhere because he sure as hell knew he couldn’t.
As such, he was glad when Dom never pressed his lips against his own. For some reason, he believed that kissing Dom would be the proverbial straw to break the proverbial camel’s back. Instead, Dom went for his neck; licking and biting and sucking in such a sordid manner that Matt could hardly believe it was still Dom pressed against him. He imagined that all Dom could taste was sweat and perhaps hair gel, where it’d drifted down his neck with his perspiration. He imagined what Dom himself tasted of, but he stopped when his cock twitched interestedly and Dom drew back to look him dead in the eyes.
Even though Dom had stopped swiping his tongue over his neck, the flesh prickled and burned to remind him that he hadn’t just imagined it in his mind; that they had actually just crossed some unspoken line and were now careening off the road, heading towards a large, ominous-looking cliff. Matt was waiting for a collision with the guardrail - the barrier that was there for times when it all just went too far, the one thing that might have actually been able to stop their brief madness - but there was nothing.
Matt couldn’t believe they were actually going to go through with it. For some selfish reason, thoughts of the consequences their actions would bring didn’t even flitter through his head. He was more focussed on cheap thrills and the upcoming pleasure for the both of them. Matt could hear himself breathing harder and his head felt full and hazy as Dom’s hand ran urgently through his hair while he moved back in to press more hot kisses to Matt’s neck.
Matt let Dominic drift his hands down to his hips, where they clung on tightly as if trying to keep Matt in his grasp forever. Matt allowed Dom’s hands to slide around behind, until they were filled with two handfuls of Matt’s arse. Matt felt Dom’s thumbs through the material of his trousers, as the other man ran them gently over the curve of his backside, all the while, still licking and biting and sucking at his neck.
When Dom’s hands fell a few more inches, so he was gripping the backs of Matt’s thighs, Matt let out a small gasp. Their clothed groins were pushing flushed against each other and Matt could feel Dom hardening under the pressure. A blush spread over his face and he shut his eyes as he felt himself finally stiffening under the onslaught of Dom’s mouth and body.
Without warning, Dom pushed Matt backwards, walking him away from their current location. Matt hissed, more in shock than pain, as they collided with the solid matter of the catering table, which rattled under their combined weight. The force of Dom’s hips against his own almost sent the table rocking backwards onto two legs; he didn’t know how they would have explained it if it had and had spilt everything onto the floor in a beautiful sort of chaos. There was a slight bang then a muffled clink as something fell over then rolled off the table and onto the carpeted floor. It sounded like a wine bottle, but neither of them was going to break the embrace to look properly.
Matt didn’t argue in the slightest as he was pressed harder against the table, even though its sharp wooden edge dug into the small of his back. He suppressed the uncomfortable feeling of their position and focussed his attention on Dom’s tongue as it moved further down his neck until it swiped across his collarbone. Dom’s sharp, straight teeth sank themselves gently into the skin-covered protuberance and the pain-induced shock of pleasure jumped its way down his body to his groin. Dom let go and moved his face away; Matt would never admit that he followed, pressing forward just a few centimetres, to try to encourage Dom back to his throat.
By pushing steadily on Matt’s shoulder, Dom urged him to lie back on the table behind him and Matt felt the platter of sandwiches under his back squishing under his weight, moulding to the curve of his spine. He shifted his shoulder blades slightly to push the plate away until he could feel just the table underneath him. Matt’s legs were left dangling uselessly over the edge of the table and Dom took the opportunity to drop his hands to Matt’s thighs to gently prise them further apart. Matt didn’t stop him; he was too far gone with the thrumming of adrenaline still sweeping through his body and the sweet smell of Dom filling his nose.
Dom’s hands seemed to burn the skin through the fabric of his trousers, but he didn’t tell him to stop; he laid back and let Dom assume control over both of them. For some reason, it seemed much easier that way; much less like he was at fault.
Dom’s hands slipped around to the backs of Matt’s thighs again and he stepped between them, pressing his crotch harder against Matt’s. Matt groaned heavily, feeling another hard surge of arousal from the delicious friction created. With a gentle tug, Dom raised Matt’s thighs with his hands and hitched them higher around his waist. Matt didn’t dare try to pull him forwards for fear of saying too much with no words at all, but he kept his legs there, even when Dom’s supporting hands moved away to lay flat on the table either side of Matt’s shoulders. Dom’s hips were strong and steady as they began to thrust against Matt’s, and Matt wondered just how much self-control Dom possessed.
Matt felt like he was a teenager all over again; he couldn’t count on the fingers of both his hands the number of times he’d got himself off with a girl in a similar sort of way. Even if he used his toes he’d still come up short by a fair few numbers. But this was different; this was with his best mate, whom he placed high on the list of people he respected, he wasn’t meant to end up in situations like this with him. He wished he could tell what Dom was thinking, but the other man had closed off his emotions completely, and the only hint that gave away that he was getting pleasure from their actions was the flush across his face - that, and his unwavering erection digging into Matt’s own.
Dom bent his elbows, lowering himself closer to Matt. He latched his lips onto his neck again and kissed the skin the way he would have kissed Matt if they had been completely conventional and put lips against lips. The added pleasure increased Matt’s want for more, but he couldn’t find the voice to ask Dom to speed his hips up.
The fabric between them was constricting, but it kept them the perfect distance apart. Matt didn’t know what he’d have done if it had been Dom’s skin pressed against his own. He imagined that it would have ended not long after it had begun. The thought of a naked Dom rubbing against him, rolling their bare hips together, had him gasping for air with the ferocity of someone on the brink of asphyxiation.
He could feel himself slipping steadily towards an intense orgasm and he didn’t hold himself back. Apparently, neither did Dom, as he hips canted even more wildly into Matt’s, without a second thought to the items on the catering table that was supporting them. Another bottle of something-or-rather tipped over, but this one had apparently already been opened and had been left with the top off, waiting for someone clumsy to come along and spill it all over everything. Matt shifted uncomfortably as he began to feel it soak into the back of his shirt. It was cold against his feverish skin and the difference in temperature caused him to try to push away from it, to lift his back up and out of the substance. The weight of Dom’s warm body virtually on top of his own prevented him from sitting up, so after a few moments of futile struggling, he groaned in defeat and stayed where he was.
His shirt began to soak up the liquid, drawing it up until he could feel its coolness against his shoulders. Dom, apparently seeing the darkness seeping into the easier-to-access material, bent his head and sucked at the shirt. He slurped crudely and Matt wondered what flavour had spread over his tongue. As if reading his mind, Dom turned his head to let his lips drift back to Matt’s bare neck and whispered, “Mm, champagne.” Dom’s voice was deep and throaty and full of arousal, sending a shiver through Matt’s tense body.
Dom’s cool wet lips brushed over the curve of Matt’s throat, completely undoing him. Matt gasped and dug his fingernails into the thin material of the tablecloth under his hands. With a half-muffled moan, Matt came hotly into his own trousers, slightly embarrassed that he had been reduced to such an act. He breathed heavily, inhaling the sweet scent of wine with the oxygen.
His trousers began to chafe as Dom continued his movements to try to get himself off. Fortunately, it wasn’t long before the other man was jolting and gasping as he climaxed. Dom stilled quickly, savouring the afterglow, but remained leaning over Matt. To Matt, the weight was slightly comforting, like a heavy down duvet during a cold winter night, except they were both rather sweaty and all it did was cause their clothing to stick awkwardly to their skin.
Dom pressed a light kiss to Matt’s throat briefly and Matt wondered if he had imagined it. This wasn’t mean to be anything sweet, it was purely pleasure-inclined; comforting and soppy cuddling after would make it all too real. It made Matt’s stomach twist into knots and he waited in uncomfortable anticipation for Dom to finally move off of him. They were both breathing hard, trying to catch their breaths in the stale air hanging between them.
When Dom finally found strength again to move off, Matt let out an internal sigh of relief and propped himself up on his elbows. His eyes roved down Dom’s body as the other man moved a hand to his crotch to carefully rearrange himself. There was a rather incriminating wet spot on the front of his trousers and Matt watched with guilty eyes as Dom wiped ineffectually at it. In the end, the other man just stretched his shirt down to make sure it covered the stain. Matt’s eyes moved back up his body until they reached his face.
The way Dom’s cheeks were flushed made it seem like he’d been standing outside in minus degree temperature for an hour or so. Matt couldn’t help the thought that it was a suiting look for him. He knew his own face probably looked the same way, except his blush would probably just make him look like a tomato instead. He carded his fingers through his tousled hair and grimaced when he felt wetness and knew the champagne has made its way there as well. He had no second thoughts about the fact that he definitely needed to shower now.
He finally sat up on the edge of the table (causing the excess wine in his shirt to drip down his back and trail down the back of his trousers) and tried not to draw too much attention to himself; he hoped Dom would just grab his stuff and head out to the tour bus. The silence between them was awkward and drawn out to epic proportions.
Matt watched attentively as Dom finally turned to face him and opened his mouth to speak. However, Dom just stood there for a beat too long with his mouth hanging open, but never said anything. In the end, he shut it again with a sharp click and he shrugged as if Matt should understand completely. Instead, Matt was left even more confused than he was before.
Without so much as a goodbye, Dom pulled at his shirt again, grabbed his overnight bag, and fled from the room, leaving Matt breathing in the intoxicating scent of sex and Dom’s skin.
PART TWO