"Kiss Me, I'm Irish" [3/3]
Title: “Kiss Me, I’m Irish”
Author: zetastation
Beta: easilyerased
Pairing: Belldom
Setting: AU - Ballybay, Ireland.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: diva!Dom, language, alcohol, smut.
Prompt: by the adorable thekeyholder - Dom plans to go somewhere fancy for Christmas, but shit happens and he ends up in a small remote town where he gets to know Matthew (who is annoying at first). Entry for snowpremacy 2013.
Feedback: as good as Matt wearing just socks and a phone.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Muse and this is a work of fiction, never happened. The places mentioned here in this story exist for real and I don’t own them. No offence intended.
Author’s Note: Yeah, last part of this fic :') Thank you so much everyone who read this! Love you all <3
Part 1 - Part 2
“I can’t believe you threw the beer in the fireplace!” I said between laughs when we were walking back home, later that the night. Matthew’s house wasn’t far from his bar and a blizzard didn’t happen in the meanwhile, thankfully.
“Yes, yes, yes! I did!” Guffawing, Matthew supported his weight on me, his arm wrapped around my shoulders and his head tilting next to mine. “Saw the flames?”
“Of course!”
“Exciting,” he whispered, smirking, looking up with half-lidded eyes.
I swear I could feel my heart skipping a beat in that exact moment, but I was dead drunk - after all the beer I had drank at the bar while dancing - so I shouldn’t pay attention to that, that meant nothing. Right…?
Soon we got to his house and, stumbling into the place, we made our way to the living room. Matthew lit up the fireplace and went to the kitchen without saying a word; I just pulled off my jacket, placing it onto the couch, and sat on the floor, next to the fireplace, enjoying the warmth.
“Guess what I have in my hands!” Matthew spoke and I turned my head to face him. He was hiding his hands behind his back while walking towards me.
“Hmm, I don’t know.” I looked at him, intrigued, as he lowered himself to sit beside me. He then gave me a bottle. “Wine?!” I’m sure my face lit up in that moment when I noticed that it really was wine.
“I thought you would like to enjoy a finer drink.” Matthew winked and, with a corkscrew, he opened our bottles.
“Thanks.” I smiled, blushing, before taking a long sip from the sweet wine. “Oh, dammit!”
“What?” he asked and, when I glanced at him, I observed how his moist lips were glistening in the flickering light from the fire.
I licked my own lips and blinked a few times before answering him. “It’s delicious…” My eyes never abandoned the sight of his mouth. His smile soon turned into a half smirk and I watched as he brought the mouth of the bottle to his lips, noticing how they wrapped around the rigid material.
I suddenly felt hot, probably because of the fireplace. Right?
“How old are you, Dominic?” Matthew asked, waking me up from my trance.
I shook my head and cleared my throat. “I’m sorry?”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-three. You?”
“Twenty-two.” He swallowed more of the wine. “I was thinking… Have you ever played that ‘I’ve never’ game?”
“Huh? No… What’s that?”
“It’s so easy and we can have so much fun, especially if we’re as drunk as we are right now!” He laughed. “You say a statement like ‘I’ve never gotten a tattoo because I’ve lost a damn bet’ and if you has done it, you must drink; if you has not, don’t drink. Simple! Shall we?”
“Hm, it sounds fun!”
“Great! Go first.”
“Hm, I’ll just repeat your example. I’ve never gotten a tattoo because I’ve lost a damn bet.” I smiled and waited his answer. Suddenly the smile Matthew had on his face faded away. “What?” I frowned and he took a sip from the wine. “W-what?! Are you kidding me?!” I laughed.
“No.”
“Show me.”
“Nope.” He shook his head decidedly.
“C’mon! I’d never thought you could be the kind of guy who gets tattoos!”
“I’m not! But I’ve lost a bet last Christmas…”
“Damn, man. You should stop betting, you always lose them.” I scoffed at him, but he just shrugged. “Where is it?”
“I won’t tell you.”
“Oh! Is it in some forbidden place?” I leaned forward, smirking, my face only a few inches from his.
“Maybe…” Matthew hummed, the smile returning to his face. “Kinda.” But before I had time to keep inquiring him more details about his tattoo, he placed his forefinger softly over my lips, shushing me when I didn’t even have a chance to say a thing. “My turn.” I only nodded, still surprised at how delicate his finger felt pressed against my lips. “I’ve never played strip poker.”
It was my turn to take a sip. “You should try someday, you know?” I said, winking at him. “Hm… I’ve never…”
This way we got carried by our drunk mood, saying silly statements, until things start to heat up and questions became spicier, inappropriate. I think I’d never have revealed such juicy information if I was sober. We spent minutes and minutes playing that game and I didn’t even know how many bottles of wine Matthew had brought us.
“I’ve never wanked.” Matthew stated and we both couldn’t hold our laughs, drinking our beverage at the same time.
“Silly,” I chuckled, shaking my head.
“I’ve never had sex with a girl.” What a stupid statement! I immediately swallowed more wine when he said that.
Matthew didn’t drink.
I arched an eyebrow and looked curiously at him. It couldn’t be true, could it? For god’s sake, he is a twenty-two years old guy, of course he has had sex before! It could only mean two things: or he was virgin or he was gay.
And I was secretly wishing it was the second option.
Still, he only stared at his bottle. “I’ve never had sex with a guy.” He took a sip.
And so did I.
We just locked eyes for a long moment, the tension increasing between us.
We were by the fireplace; our bodies were pleasantly hot. The way he was looking at me said a million of things, but I couldn’t look away; quite the contrary, I wanted to make sure he was thinking what I was thinking. But suddenly the eye contact was broken when Matthew stood up, walking towards the kitchen, bringing his bottle with him.
“Where are you going?” I followed him, drinking wine in the way to the kitchen when I bumped into Matthew. “Matthew?”
“I’ve never thought I would meet a guy as hot as you.”
This was his last statement before both of us finish our drinks, tossing them aside, staining the white carpet with a dark red tone from the droplets dripping out from the bottles. Then I found myself walking backwards while Matthew cupped my face and kissed me passionately, stopping only to giggle and when we tripped over the carpet, falling and laughing hard. I joined him, chuckling along with him and smiling against his lips while we rolled on the floor, our mouths never parting from each other’s.
We rolled next to the fireplace until Matthew stayed on top of me, straddling my hips and placing his hands on both sides of my head. His face was so close to mine… I couldn’t help staring at his thin, kissable lips, where I could see a beautiful smile plastered on them. Now it was me who cupped his face and brought our mouths together.
Matthew tasted like the sweetest of the wines and something more. Maybe it was just his natural taste. And I liked that, I wanted to explore his whole mouth and feel every corner of it. I kissed his lips, chin and neck, lingering on his prominent Adam’s Apple, mouthing and sucking on it until I felt when he moaned. Yes, felt, because the lowest of the notes echoed in his throat when his quiet moan filled the living room along with the crackling flames.
Matthew sat up and reached for the collar of my shirt, grabbing it and pulling me up to sit, so this way he could undress me, throwing my jacket and shirt to god knows where. He pushed me down again and leaned his face down to purr in my ear, “Oh, Dominic… You’re making me so horny.” Caressing my chest, he nibbled on the tip of my ear and sucked on my earlobe, making me arch my back and groan.
“Hm, look! The grumpy cat has balls on him,” I teased, chuckling.
“Of course I have. Want to see?” Matthew straightened his posture and started unbuckling his belt, a vivid smirk on his face and pure lust in his eyes, licking his lips just to provoke me even more.
I didn’t know he was talking seriously until the moment he began to rub himself against my crotch, making me feel his growing bulge. I gasped and, as soon as his black boxers were revealed when he unzipped his trousers, I held his hands, stopping him. “Wait, wait!” He looked at me, confused. “Do you have any condom and lube?” If we’re really going to do it, let’s do it right.
Matthew snorted, smiling. “Obviously! I don’t live in the Middle Ages, you know?” He winked and got up from me, quickly going upstairs while I just stayed sprawled on the floor, panting hard and thinking about everything that was happening.
Yesterday I knew nothing about Matthew and now we’re going to have sex. Okay, maybe we’re rushing things a bit and Emma had some reason after all when she said he’s a completely stranger to me.
But maybe my unpredicted stay in Ballybay will be worth it in the end; it’s not as bad as I’ve thought it could be. And I’d never thought Matthew could act like this; not when he’s sober.
Soon, Matthew returned and placed the condoms and tube of lube next the couch. He knelt in front of me and I propped on my elbows, watching him getting rid of his jacket and shirt, revealing the pale skin of his torso. I glanced at his angular hipbones and noticed the tip of a tattoo in the inner part, but the waistband of his boxers practically hid it all.
We didn’t waste time and, in a few moments, we were completely naked, staring at each other, admiring, desiring. I observed when Matthew’s eyes scanned my whole body, stopping only when he caught sight of the main part of our play. “Oh my. Look at the big city boy.” He couldn’t help making that silly joke while chuckling.
“Man, you’re so drunk.” I shook my head, leaning forward to kiss him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He moaned into my mouth and we parted to catch our breath, I rested my forehead against his, breathing sharply, my hand playing with the strands of hair in his nape. I looked down and smiled. “You’re not bad at all, either.” I kissed his lips one last time before pulling back to study better the tattoo in his right hipbone.
I couldn’t help laughing when I read what was written there. “‘Kiss me, I’m Irish’?!” The words were surrounding a subtle shamrock. I rubbed that patch of drawn skin with my thumb and glanced up at Matthew, who was visibly shy, blushing, but not because of the alcohol. “You are not even Irish!”
“Shut up. I told you I’ve lost a bet,” he mumbled. I chuckled and ducked my head to place a kiss where his tattoo was. “What are you doing?”
“It says I must kiss you.”
“Silly.”
I shrugged and kept kissing his hipbones, sucking on the tips and lowering my head even further until I reach the real aim. “O-oi!” Matthew protested, quickly interlacing his fingers in my hair, trying to pull me away when I dragged my lips up and down his shaft. I ignored him and just continued my ministrations, licking and blowing on his head. “Oh, fuck!” He let out a quiet groan as I finally wrapped my mouth around his throbbing cock.
Matthew tightened the grip on my hair, not being rude, though. He began to buck his hips gently in time with the rhythm of my head, making me take more of him into my mouth, both of us moaning in that moment. “Dominic…” he whispered and I hummed. “Stop, stop, please! I won’t last.” I abandoned his hardness and sat back, rubbing my neck. Honestly, that was not the best position to give a blow job, but I didn’t have any problem since Matthew soon interrupted that. Wiping his pre-cum off my mouth, I watched the way his chest went up and down because of his heavy breathing.
The next thing I remember was Matthew pinning me down to the carpet, tracing my jawline with his tongue, then kissing my neck, sucking on my skin and probably leaving a hickey. Matthew rubbed his body against mine and we moaned when our cocks brushed against each other’s.
Our kisses soon became sloppy and noisy, loud, being preceded by our pants and sighs. Once again, I groaned in frustration. “For god’s sake, Matthew! I can’t anymore, just fuck me already,” I said when we parted to breathe.
He then nibbled on my bottom lip, avidly, pulling it between his teeth before sucking on it. “So ready to meet the Irish boy?” he teased, smirking.
“The non-Irish boy, you mean,” I chuckled and kissed the tip of his nose. Matthew looked at me, startled, the blaze from the fireplace making his ocean blue eyes sparkle in the dim light.
“Wait here,” he whispered, placing a last kiss to my ear and crawling down my body. I leant up on my elbows and saw Matthew rolling the condom on his hardness.
It’s time, isn’t it?
When I saw Matthew grabbing the lube, I slowly parted my legs for him and waited for him to approach me. He coated his fingers with the fluid and placed himself between my legs, using his free hand to stroke my thighs delicately. He glanced at me, waiting for my consent before circling my entrance with a finger, pushing the tip inside, making me arch my back and eliciting a filthy moan from me.
Even if he was drunk, Matthew knew what he was doing, so he lingered there, preparing my body for him. “I think it’s enough. C’mon, I want to feel you…” I purred, grabbing his wrist and pulling him into a long, deep kiss.
“Are you sure? You’re drunk, you know?” He giggled and I lightly slapped his backside.
“Don’t kill the mood, please.”
“Sorry.” He smiled softly and looked at me one last time.
“Just do it.”
I threw my head back as I felt him finally filling me, pushing in slowly. Matthew began kissing along my collarbone while thrusting, carefully, as I embraced his waist with my legs, pushing him even deeper, my insides clenching around him.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and tilted my head to one side, invitingly, giving him complete access to my skin in that area. Then I found myself moaning loud as soon as Matthew increased the pace, his thrusts getting deeper and deeper, moving my body further towards the lit fireplace.
Actually, I couldn’t see the fireplace, but I knew I was getting closer to that when I felt my head heating up more and more.
“Matt…hew…” I gasped. “Matthew…” Sliding my hands up and down his back, I called him; hot breath letting out my open mouth. He only dragged his lips down my chest, taking one of my nipples, nibbling and sucking on it. “Oh, Matthew!” I dug my nails in his back, tracing them down until I touch the small of his back. “Stop…” I whispered when I realized my head was dangerously close to the fireplace. “Stop… Matthew…”
“Why?” He looked up, panting hard, kissing my chin.
“My… head…”
“Huh?” Matthew guided one of his hands between our bodies and grasped my cock, his thumb brushing against the head.
“No!” I cried out, arching my back. I was already close, really close. “Not that one!”
“Oh.” He finally understood what I was trying to say when he looked before us. I could even see the shade of orange dancing on his face. “Sorry.” Smiling, he slowed down, allowing me to move my body a bit far from the fireplace, but without separating from him.
“Shall we?” I chuckled, waiting for Matthew to resume what he had stopped. He only smiled at me and obeyed.
But we didn’t last so long; this time my head hit the lower part of the couch as both of us were assaulted by a jolt of electricity, riding out our orgasms. One of the best I’ve ever had. Matthew collapsed on top of me, his head resting in the crook of my neck. I caressed his damp strands of hair with one hand while stroking his sweaty, glistening back with the other one.
Our heavy breaths were perfectly audible while our lungs were fighting to catch some air, but as soon they came back to normal. Matthew and I just stayed lying on the floor, by the fireplace, enjoying the warmth both from the flames next to us and from our own bodies.
The last thing I remember before falling asleep was Matthew grabbing the tip of the duvet from the couch to cover our bareness. The same duvet I used in the previous night when I slept in the living room.
***
I woke up feeling hot and realised I was sweating when I rubbed my brow. How could I be sweating in midwinter? I sat up and looked to my side; the fireplace was still alight and I had slept really close to it. I stretched, yawning, and remembered what have happened last night.
Dominic and I.
Dominic… I glanced to my other side, but I didn’t find him. I frowned, got up and collected my clothes that were sprawled on the floor and couch. I put on my boxers and trousers before looking for him in every room downstairs.
He was gone.
I won’t lie, I really feel guilty and disappointed with myself for being so stupid and have sex with a stranger. I should’ve known he was this kind of guy. What the hell was I thinking? I won’t drink alcohol never more, not if there’s some attractive man around.
I’m an idiot, dammit!
Sighing, I scratched the back of my neck and went upstairs to take a shower and try to chill out. But when I was about to put my hand on the doorknob, the door was open.
I found Dominic drying his hair with a towel and blushing when we locked eyes.
“You…” I whispered with widened eyes, feeling my own face heating up.
“Uh, g-good morning.” He blinked and stopped drying his hair.
An awkward silence fell in the room and we just stared at each other for a long time before Dominic break the silence, clearing his throat. “I-I thought of making the breakfast, but you are out of eggs and I only know how to prepare eggs and bacon.”
“O-oh… Uh, it’s okay.” I crossed my arms over my chest realizing I had not put on any shirt yet. It was cold and Dominic was looking at me.
We were so silly, blushing like little schoolgirls.
After a few attempts of conversation, Dominic decided to wait for me downstairs while I went to take my shower.
***
“You know what?” I asked, still munching on my croissant. Dominic looked at me over the rim of his coffee mug, arching his eyebrows. “We could have died.”
“What?” he snorted, almost choking on his coffee.
“We could have died, I said. One of us could have rolled towards the fire or the duvet could have caught fire.” I shrugged and Dominic only chuckled.
“Yes, maybe you’re right.” He took a sip of his beverage. “But nothing happened and we’re still alive.”
I nodded and kept a comfortable silence during the time we were finishing our breakfast. “When are you leaving…?” I asked, not looking into his eyes.
“After lunch.” I swear he sounded sad.
“I see.” I got up from the chair and collected the dishes, carrying them to the sink.
***
“So, I have not told you yet, but…” I started as I handed Dominic his bag. I had driven him to the airport and his flight was about to take off. He stared at me, his hand already on the bag strap. “Merry Christmas, Dominic.” His face lit up and he grinned like a fool, his cheeks quickly adopting a pinkish tone.
“Merry Christmas, Matthew.” He stepped forward and hugged me tightly. “I hope you’ll also have a happy new year.”
“Thanks, you too.” I smiled.
“Well…” He moved away, glancing at his wristwatch. “I think it’s time to go.” I could hear something like sadness in his voice and suddenly I felt a lump in my throat, but I just nodded.
“Yeah. Take care.” I patted his shoulder. Dominic’s frown deepened; he looked really reluctant.
“You too… Bye.”
He waved at me.
He was gone for real.
***
I came back home feeling strangely upset and melancholic. I sighed, taking off my coat, tossing it onto the couch and went to my bedroom, throwing myself onto the soft mattress.
But I felt something under my cheek when my face hit the pillow. I looked down and found a piece of paper.
Have you ever been in Dublin during New Year?
Dominic.
And his phone number was right below his short question.
I could feel the muscles in my face aching when I grinned the largest of the grins. Suddenly the sadness that had knocked me down disappeared and I could only feel like the luckiest guy in the world.
I grabbed my mobile and typed a message.
Sure, and my friend Christopher can keep the bar in my place during New Year. Also, I know this place where we can watch the fireworks. It’s beautiful.
Matthew.
I hit ‘send’. Dominic would see that as soon as his plane landed.
***
Author's Notes 2: Matt's tattoo was based on this picture, but you can imagine it prettier :D
