Muse, Matthew Bellamy / Dominic Howard, NC-17, Part Two 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: 1,774/14,103
Rating: NC-17 (For all parts)
A/N: This part has not been beta'd, so feel free to point out mistakes/offer concrit.
Disclaimer: I am not associated with Muse or any of their affiliates. I don't mean any harm, this is all made up.
The second time Dom touched Matt was before a gig they played in Belgium; Dom cornered him when Matt was washing his hands in the bathroom.
The water was pleasantly warm as it washed away the remaining remnants of soap on his hands, and he envied its ability to wipe the slate clean for things more than just soap. In floods, rushing water could wash away houses; it could wash away the possessions of hundreds, even thousands, of people and leave nothing but flat earth and the memories of what once stood there behind. Matt wished he could shower away the touches, and the looks, and the fluttering in his stomach that all happened because of Dom.
The door behind him swung open, but Matt didn’t turn around to see who it was. He waited with bated breath as the person paused, obviously watching him, until he couldn’t take it any longer. He shut the tap off and slowly turned around, letting his hands drip water onto the floor unnoticed.
“Yes?” he asked, but the question died almost as soon as it drifted into the space between him and the other occupant of the room. Dom smiled at him and Matt used the excuse of turning to take a couple of paper towels to finally dry his hands, to hide the flush that spread across his cheeks.
“Hey, Dom,” he muttered, keeping his back to the other man as he crumpled up the dampened paper towels and threw them in the bin with a well aimed toss. When he finally turned back around, Dom seemed much closer than before, though he was still hovering in front of the doorway, blocking Matt’s exit. Dom smiled at him in a way that unnerved him and forced him to raise his defences. Matt just looked away and moved to make his way out, trying not to brush his shoulder against Dom’s as he did so. A hand on his wrist stopped him and kept him just one arm’s length away, which was much too close for Matt’s liking; he could smell the faint traces of deodorant on Dom’s body; he could feel the pre-show jitters in the hand that wrapped itself even tighter around his bony wrist. He knew what was going to happen, and although his mind screamed for him to pull away from Dom’s grasp and flee before he was pulled deeper into the abyss of poor choices that seemed to have no way out, his body ached for more of Dom’s body and touches.
He didn’t mutter a word and Dom didn’t even bother to mock him, as the latter drew him towards the more spacious disabled stall at the end of the block of toilets. The click of the lock sounded far too loud in the silence of the bathroom and it was far too definitive for Matt’s liking. He didn’t have time to mull it over, as Dom pushed him forcibly against the cool tiles of the wall and latched his lips onto Matt’s neck, like he’d done during their first encounter.
Hands tangled themselves in Matt’s hair, pushing his head back firmly against the wall, exposing more flesh to Dom’s mouth, while, simultaneously, the hands pulled him toward Dom’s body, creating a strange paradox. Matt’s own hands hung limply at his sides.
Dom began to nibble on Matt’s throat, drawing a soft moan from the latter man. The noise, even though it was hardly audible, shocked Matt into opening his previously shut eyes. He could feel Dom smile against his skin and when Dom pulled away for just a second, Matt took the opportunity to finally string together a sentence.
“Dom, w-we only have fifteen minutes before the gig starts,” he gasped, hoping the older man would take the hint and leave him be; he didn’t.
“Then you’ll have to come extra fast this time, won’t you?” Dom breathed into his ear, his voice lowered to barely a whisper. Matt’s eyes widened in surprise at the filth of Dom’s words, and tried to convince himself that it didn’t make his cock twitch in interest. His eyes quickly fell shut again as Dom finally pressed a hand against his groin and rubbed methodically, encouraging Matt’s cock to harden. Matt was ashamed at how quickly Dom could do that to him, but didn’t say anything, just surreptitiously widened his stance to allow Dom’s hand to slide more easily against the material of his constricting trousers.
As though also coming to the conclusion that Matt’s trousers were far too confining for their own good, Dom slid his hand up over the prominent bulge, up further, until he reached the cool metal of the only button keeping them closed. He flicked it open and Matt’s heart shot into his throat.
“Wha-?” he asked, not knowing if he was ready for Dom to take it one step further; to burn skin against skin until it got too hot for either of them to stand. Dom latched back onto Matt’s neck, effectively shutting Matt up, while also blurring the edges of the fact that his hand was now lowering Matt’s fly. When Dom’s hand finally closed around his cock, having slipped down his opened trousers and through the front of his boxers, Matt let out a loud moan. It vibrated around his mouth and down his throat; Dom bit down in warning, silently telling him that he needed to be a lot quieter.
Matt had no idea how he could be silent with Dom’s fingers rubbing the underside of his cock, while his palm smoothed over the head. His legs began to shake and he felt like he would slide down the wall and collapse in a heap on the floor at any moment. He was therefore thankful when one of Dom’s arms wrapped around his waist, keeping Matt standing, while also bringing them closer together again. Matt believed that if they got any closer, they’d become trapped under each other’s skins (though he was almost sure that had already happened, just not yet physically).
The hand Dom had wrapped around Matt’s erection sped up, stroking him with long, firm strokes that slowly pushed him closer to orgasm. Matt didn’t think he wanted to come so quickly, although they did have a schedule to follow, he knew Dom still hadn’t even touched himself yet. He tried to rectify the situation by reaching for the closure of Dom’s trousers, but Dom, briefly releasing Matt’s cock, smacked his hand away before going back to his previous actions. Matt understood that Dom would take care of his own problem later and resigned himself to the man’s hand.
It was then that there was a rather loud squeak of hinges and the noise of rubber soles against tiles filled the air as someone made their way into the bathroom.
Dom broke away from their kiss and took his hand away from Matt’s cock. He stared at Matt in a way that told him not to make a sound, or to move, or to even breathe. Matt’s mouth fell open and he was inches away from whispering to Dom to not even try it, but one of Dom’s hands moved to cover his mouth, while the index finger on his other hand was raised to rest over his lips in the easily translatable signing of shh! Trying to even his breathing out, Matt could smell a heady scent on Dom’s hand and belatedly realised it must have been the hand that had been previously wanking him.
Still keeping a hand over Matt’s mouth, Dom moved his other hand back down to Matt’s unwavering erection. Matt widened his eyes in horror and he shook his head gently to tell him no, but Dom didn’t listen. He gripped Matt securely in his palm and resumed stroking him, even though the sound of pissing from the man, who had just walked into the bathroom, drifted around their bodies, encasing them in something much darker than before. Before, it was the thrill of something new, but now, there was a high chance that they could get caught, and Matt didn’t know if he could handle that. It was all suddenly becoming too real and he felt as though he was suffocating in the small bathroom stall; the hand Dom had over his mouth wasn’t helping to quell the rising panic in his chest.
The stranger standing seemingly just outside their cubicle coughed and Matt shut his eyes and held his breath as his cock twitched. He wasn’t an exhibitionist, but the illicitness of the situation pushed him closer to release. Dom’s hand moved slower over his flesh to stop the sound of skin on skin from resonating too loudly inside the enclosed space of the bathroom and giving them away; the pace drove Matt slowly insane.
The man outside had finished urinating and the tap turned on, as he washed his hands. The noise, even though it wasn’t really that loud, was a relief for Matt, as he was finally able to release his breath though his nose without having to worry about being called out on it. His eyes fluttered open as Dom rubbed his palm over the head of his cock, and Matt, balancing on the edge of orgasm, was tipped over into oblivion. He mouthed at the hand still pressed tightly over his lips and came hotly over Dom’s other hand.
The tap turned off just beyond the wooden door that separated the guilty from the innocent, and the loud hum of the dryer started up. Dom, apparently satisfied with the level of noise blocking their own sounds, let go of Matt’s mouth. He stepped away and turned to grab a wad of toilet paper so he could wipe Matt’s semen off his hand. He threw the soiled paper into the loo and took another handful to wipe Matt’s sticky, deflating cock clean because Matt was too preoccupied with catching his breath and keeping himself standing by locking his knees and resting against the cool tiles behind him. With both of them as clean as they could get under the circumstances, they both began to readjust their clothing, trying to hide the secret of what they had just been up to.
Dom checked his watched and when the dryer stopped humming and the creak of the door sounded as the stranger finally left, he turned to Matt.
“We still have five minutes.” He smirked as he flushed the toilet with his foot and unlatched the flimsy door.
Matt thought himself lucky, as he couldn’t bring himself to move for at least another three.
PART ONE | PART THREE
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: 1,774/14,103
Rating: NC-17 (For all parts)
A/N: This part has not been beta'd, so feel free to point out mistakes/offer concrit.
Disclaimer: I am not associated with Muse or any of their affiliates. I don't mean any harm, this is all made up.
The second time Dom touched Matt was before a gig they played in Belgium; Dom cornered him when Matt was washing his hands in the bathroom.
The water was pleasantly warm as it washed away the remaining remnants of soap on his hands, and he envied its ability to wipe the slate clean for things more than just soap. In floods, rushing water could wash away houses; it could wash away the possessions of hundreds, even thousands, of people and leave nothing but flat earth and the memories of what once stood there behind. Matt wished he could shower away the touches, and the looks, and the fluttering in his stomach that all happened because of Dom.
The door behind him swung open, but Matt didn’t turn around to see who it was. He waited with bated breath as the person paused, obviously watching him, until he couldn’t take it any longer. He shut the tap off and slowly turned around, letting his hands drip water onto the floor unnoticed.
“Yes?” he asked, but the question died almost as soon as it drifted into the space between him and the other occupant of the room. Dom smiled at him and Matt used the excuse of turning to take a couple of paper towels to finally dry his hands, to hide the flush that spread across his cheeks.
“Hey, Dom,” he muttered, keeping his back to the other man as he crumpled up the dampened paper towels and threw them in the bin with a well aimed toss. When he finally turned back around, Dom seemed much closer than before, though he was still hovering in front of the doorway, blocking Matt’s exit. Dom smiled at him in a way that unnerved him and forced him to raise his defences. Matt just looked away and moved to make his way out, trying not to brush his shoulder against Dom’s as he did so. A hand on his wrist stopped him and kept him just one arm’s length away, which was much too close for Matt’s liking; he could smell the faint traces of deodorant on Dom’s body; he could feel the pre-show jitters in the hand that wrapped itself even tighter around his bony wrist. He knew what was going to happen, and although his mind screamed for him to pull away from Dom’s grasp and flee before he was pulled deeper into the abyss of poor choices that seemed to have no way out, his body ached for more of Dom’s body and touches.
He didn’t mutter a word and Dom didn’t even bother to mock him, as the latter drew him towards the more spacious disabled stall at the end of the block of toilets. The click of the lock sounded far too loud in the silence of the bathroom and it was far too definitive for Matt’s liking. He didn’t have time to mull it over, as Dom pushed him forcibly against the cool tiles of the wall and latched his lips onto Matt’s neck, like he’d done during their first encounter.
Hands tangled themselves in Matt’s hair, pushing his head back firmly against the wall, exposing more flesh to Dom’s mouth, while, simultaneously, the hands pulled him toward Dom’s body, creating a strange paradox. Matt’s own hands hung limply at his sides.
Dom began to nibble on Matt’s throat, drawing a soft moan from the latter man. The noise, even though it was hardly audible, shocked Matt into opening his previously shut eyes. He could feel Dom smile against his skin and when Dom pulled away for just a second, Matt took the opportunity to finally string together a sentence.
“Dom, w-we only have fifteen minutes before the gig starts,” he gasped, hoping the older man would take the hint and leave him be; he didn’t.
“Then you’ll have to come extra fast this time, won’t you?” Dom breathed into his ear, his voice lowered to barely a whisper. Matt’s eyes widened in surprise at the filth of Dom’s words, and tried to convince himself that it didn’t make his cock twitch in interest. His eyes quickly fell shut again as Dom finally pressed a hand against his groin and rubbed methodically, encouraging Matt’s cock to harden. Matt was ashamed at how quickly Dom could do that to him, but didn’t say anything, just surreptitiously widened his stance to allow Dom’s hand to slide more easily against the material of his constricting trousers.
As though also coming to the conclusion that Matt’s trousers were far too confining for their own good, Dom slid his hand up over the prominent bulge, up further, until he reached the cool metal of the only button keeping them closed. He flicked it open and Matt’s heart shot into his throat.
“Wha-?” he asked, not knowing if he was ready for Dom to take it one step further; to burn skin against skin until it got too hot for either of them to stand. Dom latched back onto Matt’s neck, effectively shutting Matt up, while also blurring the edges of the fact that his hand was now lowering Matt’s fly. When Dom’s hand finally closed around his cock, having slipped down his opened trousers and through the front of his boxers, Matt let out a loud moan. It vibrated around his mouth and down his throat; Dom bit down in warning, silently telling him that he needed to be a lot quieter.
Matt had no idea how he could be silent with Dom’s fingers rubbing the underside of his cock, while his palm smoothed over the head. His legs began to shake and he felt like he would slide down the wall and collapse in a heap on the floor at any moment. He was therefore thankful when one of Dom’s arms wrapped around his waist, keeping Matt standing, while also bringing them closer together again. Matt believed that if they got any closer, they’d become trapped under each other’s skins (though he was almost sure that had already happened, just not yet physically).
The hand Dom had wrapped around Matt’s erection sped up, stroking him with long, firm strokes that slowly pushed him closer to orgasm. Matt didn’t think he wanted to come so quickly, although they did have a schedule to follow, he knew Dom still hadn’t even touched himself yet. He tried to rectify the situation by reaching for the closure of Dom’s trousers, but Dom, briefly releasing Matt’s cock, smacked his hand away before going back to his previous actions. Matt understood that Dom would take care of his own problem later and resigned himself to the man’s hand.
It was then that there was a rather loud squeak of hinges and the noise of rubber soles against tiles filled the air as someone made their way into the bathroom.
Dom broke away from their kiss and took his hand away from Matt’s cock. He stared at Matt in a way that told him not to make a sound, or to move, or to even breathe. Matt’s mouth fell open and he was inches away from whispering to Dom to not even try it, but one of Dom’s hands moved to cover his mouth, while the index finger on his other hand was raised to rest over his lips in the easily translatable signing of shh! Trying to even his breathing out, Matt could smell a heady scent on Dom’s hand and belatedly realised it must have been the hand that had been previously wanking him.
Still keeping a hand over Matt’s mouth, Dom moved his other hand back down to Matt’s unwavering erection. Matt widened his eyes in horror and he shook his head gently to tell him no, but Dom didn’t listen. He gripped Matt securely in his palm and resumed stroking him, even though the sound of pissing from the man, who had just walked into the bathroom, drifted around their bodies, encasing them in something much darker than before. Before, it was the thrill of something new, but now, there was a high chance that they could get caught, and Matt didn’t know if he could handle that. It was all suddenly becoming too real and he felt as though he was suffocating in the small bathroom stall; the hand Dom had over his mouth wasn’t helping to quell the rising panic in his chest.
The stranger standing seemingly just outside their cubicle coughed and Matt shut his eyes and held his breath as his cock twitched. He wasn’t an exhibitionist, but the illicitness of the situation pushed him closer to release. Dom’s hand moved slower over his flesh to stop the sound of skin on skin from resonating too loudly inside the enclosed space of the bathroom and giving them away; the pace drove Matt slowly insane.
The man outside had finished urinating and the tap turned on, as he washed his hands. The noise, even though it wasn’t really that loud, was a relief for Matt, as he was finally able to release his breath though his nose without having to worry about being called out on it. His eyes fluttered open as Dom rubbed his palm over the head of his cock, and Matt, balancing on the edge of orgasm, was tipped over into oblivion. He mouthed at the hand still pressed tightly over his lips and came hotly over Dom’s other hand.
The tap turned off just beyond the wooden door that separated the guilty from the innocent, and the loud hum of the dryer started up. Dom, apparently satisfied with the level of noise blocking their own sounds, let go of Matt’s mouth. He stepped away and turned to grab a wad of toilet paper so he could wipe Matt’s semen off his hand. He threw the soiled paper into the loo and took another handful to wipe Matt’s sticky, deflating cock clean because Matt was too preoccupied with catching his breath and keeping himself standing by locking his knees and resting against the cool tiles behind him. With both of them as clean as they could get under the circumstances, they both began to readjust their clothing, trying to hide the secret of what they had just been up to.
Dom checked his watched and when the dryer stopped humming and the creak of the door sounded as the stranger finally left, he turned to Matt.
“We still have five minutes.” He smirked as he flushed the toilet with his foot and unlatched the flimsy door.
Matt thought himself lucky, as he couldn’t bring himself to move for at least another three.
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