Pairing: Belldom/Wolstenkirk
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I NO OWN MUSE.
Notes: Feel free to comment, enjoy.
Part eleven.
Chris smiled sadly, "Oh Tom," he said cupping his hands around the other mans face and gently rubbing the pads of his thumbs across Tom's cheekbones.
"I love you, I don't want to lose you-"
"You won't!" Tom yelped indignantly, cutting Chris off, "I love you too you know, you aren't getting rid of me that quickly!" he said.
Chris rolled his eyes, "No you idiot, I don't want this town to drive us apart," Chris replied, leaning forward and resting his forehead on Tom's.
"Well, I'm not going anywhere. It will take more than a town's prejudices to drive me from you." Tom murmured, closing the little space between them and softly brushing his lips around Chris' own.
Two days later Tom and Chris awoke to an unwelcome letter, an exploding one.
Thankfully it was not a quick acting bomb so Tom and Chris were able to get out and no-one was hurt.
The authorities were called but naturally nothing was resolved, the officers were all from the town and therefore upheld the towns views.
Within less than two weeks the house was up for sale and Tom and Chris disappeared, they remained in contact with Dom and Matt, but were both shaken and heartbroken.
Dom sighed, he missed Tom and Chris, they had been the only friends, other than Matt, that he had actually bothered with.
And now Dom was feeling the strain.
Having to control how he acted, and what he said, having to refrain from grabbing the dark haired man and claim him.
The thought alone of seeing Matt with someone else was enough to tie elaborate knots in his stomach.
Dom was jolted out of his thoughts by the sound of movement and he turned slowly, eyes widenening and inhaling sharply at the sight before him.
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