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Alcoholic Kind Of Mood
Title: Alcoholic Kind Of Mood
Author: J33-3
Fandom: Muse
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG
Summary: Matt and Dom go to a girl's clothes shop and let their intoxicated minds take over...
Author's Note: Another challenge between placebobitch and me. this time it was to be a couple going to a girl's shop and trying on skirts. it also had to feature a fangirl. :p
Matt stumbled out of the bar, dragging Dom by the hand. They were giggling loudly, catching the attention of the passers-by. It was only 5pm, a bit early for someone to be drunk, but they felt like celebrating. Celebrating what? They weren’t able to remember.
Matt stopped walking suddenly, causing Dom to bump into him and giggle even louder.
“Shh…” Matt laughed, pressing his fingers on Dom’s lips, before replacing them by his own lips.
They stood there, in the middle of all the busy people’s way, unaware of the bustling activity around them, just engrossed in each other, in their passionate lip-lock.
But soon Matt broke the kiss, giggling again. His eyes grew wide as something caught his attention and, grabbing his lover’s hand once more, he dashed towards the small shop.
“Matt, what are we doing in here?” Dom looked around him sceptically, though a grin was plastered on his face.
“You’ll see…” Matt replied in a mysterious and somewhat evil whisper.
He let go of Dom’s hand and started picking up random items, not even looking what it was. Dom stared at him, astonished and amused, and quickly followed him as he made his way to the back of the shop where the cabins were. He disappeared in one, emerging a few seconds later to drag Dom behind the curtains with him.
Matt immediately started to tug at his boyfriend’s shirt, unbuttoning it quickly and pushing it off his shoulders.
“Matt, what are you doing?” he giggled.
Matt didn’t reply, just flashed him an evil grin before snatching Dom’s jeans’ buttons open and yanking them down, leaving him only in his boxers. Dom thought his boyfriend was up to some naughty plan but was soon proved wrong when he saw him turn and rummage through all the clothes he had brought with him. Matt let out a small squeal as he seemed to find something he liked and turned back to face Dom, pushing the items to his chest.
Dom gawped down at them and looked back up at Matt with big eyes.
“Go on! Put it on!”
“What?? But they’re girl’s clothes!” Dom protested.
“Come oooon!!” Matt urged him, smiling sweetly.
Dom pondered for a few seconds, but his intoxicated mind prevented him to think straight.
“Oh well…” he took the clothes from Matt and quickly put them on, struggling a bit as they were slightly too tight.
He stood awkwardly, his arms slightly lifted and he looked down at himself, grimacing at the orange tank top and pink miniskirt.
Matt broke into a loud cackle, holding his ribs and pointing.
Dom pouted but soon joined in.
“Right lets see what you have here…” he gently pushed Matt away so he could reach the pile of clothes and threw a few on the floor, looking for something particular. “Ahh!! Perfect!” he grinned in satisfaction as he handed Matt a purple fitted dress.
Trying to keep their giggling low, Dom helped Matt out of his current clothes and into the dress. Dom bit his lip as he stepped back to admire his lover. He had to admit it, he looked hot in the tight dress, thin straps falling off one shoulder, the soft looking material ending just above his knees.
Matt had a huge evil grin on his face, that only grew wider as Dom closed the gap between them, pressing him against the wall of the cabin, kissing him roughly. He moaned into Dom’s mouth, his hands roaming all over his back and down to his arse. He groaned in frustration as he tried to slip his hands under the material of the skirt, but it was too tight.
Matt gently pushed Dom away from him and, ignoring his lover’s confused look, poked his head out between the curtains, making sure to hide his body behind them.
“Excuse me!?” he called loudly, catching the attention of the shop assistant.
“Nooo, Matt…!” Dom tried to protest.
But the girl had heard him and raised her head and her mouth fell slightly open as she noticed the man calling her. She had shoulder length straight brown and pink hair, a black strapless top with embroidered flowers and blue jeans. She quickly made her way to him, her eyes big as she gaped at him. She lifted one hand, index finger pointing at Matt.
“You… You’re…” Her jaw dropped in recognition.
“Err yeah… can you help me?” Matt asked with a grin, not caring that the girl recognized him. Behind him, Dom was waving his arms, trying to catch his lover’s attention, whispers begging him not to open the curtains.
She nodded, unable to utter a word. Matt, ignoring Dom, evilly pulled the curtain open and before he had time to say anything, the girl had let out a loud gasp, her hand flying to her mouth, her eyes wide.
“That skirt’s a bit too tight for him, can you find him a bigger size?” Matt asked as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Uhm, yeah sure…” she replied a good minute later, seeming to have recovered from the shock, and a small smirk was now playing on her lips. “What size do you have here?”
Dom shrugged and tried to turn around enough to be able to pull at the label thing to see the size.
“Here, let me help you…” the girl offered, slipping her hands in the back of the skirt to grab the label, taking advantage of this to grope a little.
Matt saw this and pouted a bit but his grin was soon back as he noticed the deep red colouring his lover’s cheeks.
She flashed them a bright smile and hurried away to get the skirt.
It was Dom’s turn to pout. “She molested me…” he whined in a small child-like voice.
“Aww…” Matt couldn’t help but grin stupidly as he glanced up and down at his boyfriend. “You look hot…”
“I look stupid, YOU look hot!”
“You’re so sweet…” Matt drunkenly threw himself in Dom’s arms who managed to caught him just as Matt’s lips were pressing against his.
Someone clearing their voice loudly next to them made them pull apart.
“Here you go!” the girl exclaimed, slightly out of breath, a grin so huge on her face that it looked like her whole head was about to spilt in two. She handed the pink skirt to Dom and folded her arms across her chest, watching him expectantly with an avid look.
Dom glanced at Matt, as if to ask ‘is she gonna stay here’ and seeing Matt shrug amusedly, he just pushed the skirt down and slipped into the bigger one.
“Aah you look gorgeous!” the girl said excitedly, clapping her hands. “I can get you other ones if you feel like trying on more!” she proposed eagerly.
Dom frowned at her. Somewhere in the depth of his intoxicated mind something told him men shouldn’t be trying on skirts in a girls shop. But before he had time to answer, Matt had opened his mouth.
“Oh my god…” he gaped at her, eyes big but eyebrows furrowed. “You’re… you’re one of them…” he whispered to himself.
The girl looked at him funnily, her smile getting smaller but not disappearing.
Matt pointed at her, looking panicked. “Yes! Yes you’re one of them!!” he exclaimed loudly, stepping backwards until he collided against Dom’s chest. “You’re one of those freaks who drool over boys wearing skirts, make-up and all that, on gay boys and who write perverted stories about us!!! Aren’t you? Aren’t you?? Admit it!!!”
Dom wrapped his arms around Matt reassuringly, biting his lip not to burst out laughing at his lover’s panic.
The girl did her best to hide her smirk and grinned sheepishly, looking at her feet, at her hands, at the ceiling, anywhere but at Matt.
“Doooom…” Matt whined. “She scares me…”
“Can I… can I take a picture of you?” she stepped forwards, not able to stop herself anymore.
Matt gave a small shriek and dashed out of the cabin, past her and ran away.
Dom burst out laughing and quickly changed under the girl’s hungry eyes before picking up Matt’s clothes. He grinned at the girl and put some notes in her hand for the dress, winking, and followed Matt out of the shop.
Inside, the girl watched them through the window, Matt wandering aimlessly around and Dom trying to catch up with him. She turned, smiling happily, and picked up the phone, dialling a number in France.
“Laeti? You’ll never guess what…”
The end.
Author: J33-3
Fandom: Muse
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG
Summary: Matt and Dom go to a girl's clothes shop and let their intoxicated minds take over...
Author's Note: Another challenge between placebobitch and me. this time it was to be a couple going to a girl's shop and trying on skirts. it also had to feature a fangirl. :p
Matt stumbled out of the bar, dragging Dom by the hand. They were giggling loudly, catching the attention of the passers-by. It was only 5pm, a bit early for someone to be drunk, but they felt like celebrating. Celebrating what? They weren’t able to remember.
Matt stopped walking suddenly, causing Dom to bump into him and giggle even louder.
“Shh…” Matt laughed, pressing his fingers on Dom’s lips, before replacing them by his own lips.
They stood there, in the middle of all the busy people’s way, unaware of the bustling activity around them, just engrossed in each other, in their passionate lip-lock.
But soon Matt broke the kiss, giggling again. His eyes grew wide as something caught his attention and, grabbing his lover’s hand once more, he dashed towards the small shop.
“Matt, what are we doing in here?” Dom looked around him sceptically, though a grin was plastered on his face.
“You’ll see…” Matt replied in a mysterious and somewhat evil whisper.
He let go of Dom’s hand and started picking up random items, not even looking what it was. Dom stared at him, astonished and amused, and quickly followed him as he made his way to the back of the shop where the cabins were. He disappeared in one, emerging a few seconds later to drag Dom behind the curtains with him.
Matt immediately started to tug at his boyfriend’s shirt, unbuttoning it quickly and pushing it off his shoulders.
“Matt, what are you doing?” he giggled.
Matt didn’t reply, just flashed him an evil grin before snatching Dom’s jeans’ buttons open and yanking them down, leaving him only in his boxers. Dom thought his boyfriend was up to some naughty plan but was soon proved wrong when he saw him turn and rummage through all the clothes he had brought with him. Matt let out a small squeal as he seemed to find something he liked and turned back to face Dom, pushing the items to his chest.
Dom gawped down at them and looked back up at Matt with big eyes.
“Go on! Put it on!”
“What?? But they’re girl’s clothes!” Dom protested.
“Come oooon!!” Matt urged him, smiling sweetly.
Dom pondered for a few seconds, but his intoxicated mind prevented him to think straight.
“Oh well…” he took the clothes from Matt and quickly put them on, struggling a bit as they were slightly too tight.
He stood awkwardly, his arms slightly lifted and he looked down at himself, grimacing at the orange tank top and pink miniskirt.
Matt broke into a loud cackle, holding his ribs and pointing.
Dom pouted but soon joined in.
“Right lets see what you have here…” he gently pushed Matt away so he could reach the pile of clothes and threw a few on the floor, looking for something particular. “Ahh!! Perfect!” he grinned in satisfaction as he handed Matt a purple fitted dress.
Trying to keep their giggling low, Dom helped Matt out of his current clothes and into the dress. Dom bit his lip as he stepped back to admire his lover. He had to admit it, he looked hot in the tight dress, thin straps falling off one shoulder, the soft looking material ending just above his knees.
Matt had a huge evil grin on his face, that only grew wider as Dom closed the gap between them, pressing him against the wall of the cabin, kissing him roughly. He moaned into Dom’s mouth, his hands roaming all over his back and down to his arse. He groaned in frustration as he tried to slip his hands under the material of the skirt, but it was too tight.
Matt gently pushed Dom away from him and, ignoring his lover’s confused look, poked his head out between the curtains, making sure to hide his body behind them.
“Excuse me!?” he called loudly, catching the attention of the shop assistant.
“Nooo, Matt…!” Dom tried to protest.
But the girl had heard him and raised her head and her mouth fell slightly open as she noticed the man calling her. She had shoulder length straight brown and pink hair, a black strapless top with embroidered flowers and blue jeans. She quickly made her way to him, her eyes big as she gaped at him. She lifted one hand, index finger pointing at Matt.
“You… You’re…” Her jaw dropped in recognition.
“Err yeah… can you help me?” Matt asked with a grin, not caring that the girl recognized him. Behind him, Dom was waving his arms, trying to catch his lover’s attention, whispers begging him not to open the curtains.
She nodded, unable to utter a word. Matt, ignoring Dom, evilly pulled the curtain open and before he had time to say anything, the girl had let out a loud gasp, her hand flying to her mouth, her eyes wide.
“That skirt’s a bit too tight for him, can you find him a bigger size?” Matt asked as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Uhm, yeah sure…” she replied a good minute later, seeming to have recovered from the shock, and a small smirk was now playing on her lips. “What size do you have here?”
Dom shrugged and tried to turn around enough to be able to pull at the label thing to see the size.
“Here, let me help you…” the girl offered, slipping her hands in the back of the skirt to grab the label, taking advantage of this to grope a little.
Matt saw this and pouted a bit but his grin was soon back as he noticed the deep red colouring his lover’s cheeks.
She flashed them a bright smile and hurried away to get the skirt.
It was Dom’s turn to pout. “She molested me…” he whined in a small child-like voice.
“Aww…” Matt couldn’t help but grin stupidly as he glanced up and down at his boyfriend. “You look hot…”
“I look stupid, YOU look hot!”
“You’re so sweet…” Matt drunkenly threw himself in Dom’s arms who managed to caught him just as Matt’s lips were pressing against his.
Someone clearing their voice loudly next to them made them pull apart.
“Here you go!” the girl exclaimed, slightly out of breath, a grin so huge on her face that it looked like her whole head was about to spilt in two. She handed the pink skirt to Dom and folded her arms across her chest, watching him expectantly with an avid look.
Dom glanced at Matt, as if to ask ‘is she gonna stay here’ and seeing Matt shrug amusedly, he just pushed the skirt down and slipped into the bigger one.
“Aah you look gorgeous!” the girl said excitedly, clapping her hands. “I can get you other ones if you feel like trying on more!” she proposed eagerly.
Dom frowned at her. Somewhere in the depth of his intoxicated mind something told him men shouldn’t be trying on skirts in a girls shop. But before he had time to answer, Matt had opened his mouth.
“Oh my god…” he gaped at her, eyes big but eyebrows furrowed. “You’re… you’re one of them…” he whispered to himself.
The girl looked at him funnily, her smile getting smaller but not disappearing.
Matt pointed at her, looking panicked. “Yes! Yes you’re one of them!!” he exclaimed loudly, stepping backwards until he collided against Dom’s chest. “You’re one of those freaks who drool over boys wearing skirts, make-up and all that, on gay boys and who write perverted stories about us!!! Aren’t you? Aren’t you?? Admit it!!!”
Dom wrapped his arms around Matt reassuringly, biting his lip not to burst out laughing at his lover’s panic.
The girl did her best to hide her smirk and grinned sheepishly, looking at her feet, at her hands, at the ceiling, anywhere but at Matt.
“Doooom…” Matt whined. “She scares me…”
“Can I… can I take a picture of you?” she stepped forwards, not able to stop herself anymore.
Matt gave a small shriek and dashed out of the cabin, past her and ran away.
Dom burst out laughing and quickly changed under the girl’s hungry eyes before picking up Matt’s clothes. He grinned at the girl and put some notes in her hand for the dress, winking, and followed Matt out of the shop.
Inside, the girl watched them through the window, Matt wandering aimlessly around and Dom trying to catch up with him. She turned, smiling happily, and picked up the phone, dialling a number in France.
“Laeti? You’ll never guess what…”
The end.