Silently I Dream of You - Chapter Eleven
Author: thekeyholder (Brigi)
Title: Silently I Dream of You - Chapter 11. The lull before the storm
Beta: the wonderful ms_belle10 ! <3
Pairing: BellDom
Rating: PG/PG13
Warnings: nothing
Summary: Series based on this prompt from mkmeme : Belldom, teen!Muse.
Matt's parents are constantly adopting foster kids. Matthew doesn't normally get along with them, often feeling left out that his parents don't spend as much time with their biological son as they should. However, one day, Matthew's parents bring home Dom, a 15/16 year old (same age as Matt) who Matt begins to become attracted to, even though the world and 'their' parents regard them as brothers.
Feedback: would be lovely. Please, leave me a few words if you have time. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse or any other band/song/lyrics mentioned in this story. I don't make any profit. However, the story is mine, so don't steal, please!
Author's note: I was/am quite nervous about this part because I'm not sure about my ability to write such intimate scenes, but I tried my best. :) I'm sowwy about the ending...I'm afraid this is the worst cliffhanger in the entire story. Many thanks to muse_manticore for the information about age of consent in the UK. ;)
Songs for this chapter: You're Beautiful - James Blunt, Fur Elise - Beethoven, Touches You - Mika and Can't Take my Eyes Off You - Muse . You can find the whole soundtrack list HERE.
Beautiful banner made by starlight_myth <333
Previous parts: Chapter 1. | Chapter 2. | Chapter 3. | Chapter 4. | Chapter 5. | Chapter 7. | Chapter 8. | Chapter 9. | Chapter 10. |
Silently I Dream of You
Chapter 11. The lull before the storm
If sometimes I assure myself when having nightmares that it is just a dream and I would soon wake up to a much more peaceful reality; this time, I have to tell myself over and over that I’m not dreaming. It’s so heavenly to have Dominic in my arms; I’m finally living my dream instead of dreaming my life.
However, our relationship hasn’t changed in one aspect: we don’t necessarily need words to understand each other. We change positions and now Dominic is lying on his back and I’m glued to his side, leaning over him and asking permission with my eyes to explore his body. It is a method to make sure that he’s real and not just a fantasy of my lovesick and wicked mind.
My index finger starts its exploration from Dominic’s forehead; it slowly glides down onto the ridge of his nose and stops at the contour of his fleshy, tempting upper lip. I feel like the famous masters of painting as I “draw” his symmetrical Cupid’s bow which could be the pride of any creating god. I can’t resist leaving the sensitive skin without pressing there a few smacking kisses; Dominic giggles and leans up to meet my lips again, but my index finger stops him.
“Ah ah, I want to spoil you now. You can get your own time when you can have fun,” I whisper and watch as Dominic relaxes on the bed and lets me satisfy my curiosity.
My lips take over the exploration and they travel across Dominic’s soft cheeks to his eyelids, which are rewarded with the lightest kisses. His quivering eyelashes, which are fluttering like small bird’s wings, receive the same treatment. I feel salty wetness in the corner of his eye and my lips sop it up. Next, I feel the golden hairs of his eyebrow under my mouth and finally, I scatter pecks randomly, all over his lovely glowing face.
In an opera, the ending has to bring the catharsis, something that would shake the participants, and therefore I initiate our first long kiss. A ball of emotions forms in my stomach and fire sweeps up my spine as we open our mouths slightly. Dominic puts his arms around my neck and brings our bodies flush, which makes us both whimper. We stop to catch our breath and look in each other’s eyes.
“As much as I’d like to continue, we need to talk,” I sigh and Dominic nods.
We both sit up and lean against the pillow, keeping a bit of distance between us, just to be safe. All I’d like to do this evening is hug him and just be close to him, but there are some issues which need to be clarified. It’s so difficult to find the right words in moments like this, but I need to start somewhere.
“Dominic, do you realise that we are practically brothers?” I ask nervously, as if fearing that he will wake up from a spell upon hearing my words, “I have no idea about the laws, but I don’t think this is allowed, or surely not before we come of age.”
Dominic smiles at me and puts his hand on mine, whispering seriously: “You’ve been more than a brother to me, Matthew. After all, we are not blood relatives, why wouldn’t we be allowed to be together?”
“I don’t know, social workers are quite conservative and narrow-minded, I’m sure they would take you away,” I conclude with a pout and take Dominic’s hand in mine before continuing: “And I don’t want that. I don’t want to lose you, Dominic…”
“Neither do I,” he replies and we lace our fingers together. “We must keep it secret and be very, very careful until we go to university or something…”
“Right, it will be a real challenge. The challenge of our lives,” I say bitterly, and wince at the thought of not being able to stroke my blonde angel any time I want.
“That’s why we have to make the most of the days we have alone,” Dominic whispers as he snuggles into me.
“Well, I’ve never heard anyone condensing two years in two days, but we can try,” I jest to lighten the mood.
“Not exactly two years, Matthew,” Dominic replies and adds: “No wonder the Maths teacher doesn’t like you.”
I put my hand on my heart and gasp dramatically as if he had offended me deeply: “How can you say that, Mister Howard? Everyone likes me!”
I tickle his ribs and enjoy the lovely giggles that escape his mouth.
“I wonder what your parents would say if they knew about this,” Dominic muses after he catches his breath.
“I don’t even want to think about it,” I say with a grimace, but I know that at some point we will have to consider this thing as well: “Well, suppose we’re fine until we finish school and hopefully, you’ll still want to put up with me.” I laugh at Dominic’s expression; he’s indignant that I presumed the subsidence of his feelings.
“I guess we have to tell them when we go to university, right? We’ll move out and even if we don’t choose the same subject, we’ll be close to each other,” I depict the possible situation and Dominic agrees.
“We have time to think about that,” Dominic replies and yawns.
“Oh, I think the baby should go to bed and rest. He had enough fun for one day,” I coo and pinch Dominic’s cheek playfully.
“Har har,” Dominic mutters as he gets up and rubs his eyes, “I think the nanny had more fun than the baby. You shouldn’t worry though, the baby rallies day after day.” Dominic grins mischievously and I blush.
However, I’m surprised even more when Dominic starts moving the nightstand between our beds. I ask quizzically: “What are you doing?”
“I don’t want you to sleep on the floor again and I’m not sure we could sleep comfortably in a single bed, so I thought about putting them together,” Dominic says and bites his lip, “if you want, of course.”
“You’re a genius!” I yell and leap for joy, hugging Dominic briefly and moving the nightstand which stands in the way of our happiness.
The sight of the new, “double bed” fills me with cheer and I bounce on the flexible mattress. I watch as Dominic measures his temperature and takes an antifebrile.
“Do you have a fever again?” I ask worriedly and touch his reddening cheeks.
“A bit, nothing to worry about. I’m just hot,” he states and fans himself.
I almost blurt out “I know”, but instead I advise him to put on a t-shirt instead of his pyjama top and to take a thinner blanket. He does so and I change my clothes as well. There’s a moment of awkwardness as we slip under the covers, both of us on our side of the bed. I’m not sure how close we should get or if this is appropriate, but my left hand creeps slowly towards him and suddenly, it bumps into Dominic’s searching fingers. I have no idea if this is telepathy or a subconscious thing, but we lace our fingers eagerly and I sigh with relief.
* * * * *
In the morning I wake up from what I call a warm, restful sleep: no nightmares and nothing stirred me up; I woke naturally. However, I discover that the source of warmth is Dominic. Somehow, in the course of the night, we changed our sleeping positions and I ended up with my head next to the back of Dominic’s neck, the rest of our bodies tightly aligned and adopting the shape of the other.
It feels natural when I press a kiss to his neck, still quite sleepy, and I nuzzle up to him. To my greatest surprise, instead of the fabric of the t-shirt I meet soft skin. I blink to get rid of the cloudiness blurring my vision and pull away a bit to inspect the situation. I didn’t imagine it; Dominic is half naked. I have a look round in the room and find the piece of cloth in question hanging lazily from the bedside lamp. I laugh to myself as I imagine Dominic throwing it in his sleep and the noise makes Dominic shift.
His hand gropes for my hand and he squeezes it. I return the gesture, which feels like a morning greeting. I place my head closer to his back and my eyes sweep over the fading bruises. I place light kisses on them not to cause pain and somehow hoping, in the back of my mind, that they would help the healing process. Dominic squeezes my hand again and I scoot even closer to the person who fills me with contentment. However, Dominic shocks me with his quivering and sad tone:
“They’re ugly, right? My back is ruined.”
I punctuate every word of my answer with a plump kiss: “They are part of you, which means that they’re beautiful. You’re beautiful, so so beautiful...”
I hold him tightly until the shuddering of his body subsides. We lie in bed for another half an hour and after having breakfast we decide to go out, not only to breathe fresh air, but we also need to do the shopping if we don’t want to starve. The nearest supermarket is a pretty good place and we look at the products leisurely because we don’t have anything else to do. However, it is quite frustrating that I can’t hold Dominic’s hand; we randomly bump shoulders, squeeze the other’s hand or touch “accidentally” an arm or back for a second.
When we get home the first thing I do is to peck Dominic on his right cheek. He smiles bashfully as we enter the kitchen and put away the food in the fridge and pantry. Luna whines and scratches our legs so we also go out to walk her. Unfortunately, it’s Sunday, so all the nosy old neighbours are either taking a walk or coming home from church. Dominic and I have to keep the minimal distance between our bodies and smile politely to every acquaintance we come across who don’t hesitate to snoop around and ask us indiscreet questions about our parents. Most of them shake their heads disapprovingly when they learn that we’re alone, but I tell them that we are responsible and won’t burn down the house.
After talking to a particularly annoying neighbour, I grit my teeth and whisper to Dominic that we should go home and throw off the unwanted attention. Imagine what would happen if they knew about our feelings! We would be pointed at; mothers would tell their children that we’re bad and forbid them to talk to us. I don’t doubt it that some of the people would even condemn us to death by stake like in the Middle Age. Not only that we’re homosexuals, we’re even “brothers”. If one could die twice, we would surely “deserve” it in their vision.
Seeing how upset I am, Dominic suggests looking on the internet after the legal aspect of our relationship. After reading a few sites, we learn that there is not such a law that allows authorities to take Dominic away; however, if they really want, they could pick at the fact that we might have sexual intercourse. The age of consent for gay men is eighteen, compared to sixteen for heterosexuals and gay women. I think it’s unfair, but it’s not like we’re going to do that anyway. I don’t have any intentions like that in the near future and I’m absolutely positive that Dominic doesn’t, either.
“Hey Dominic, don’t you want to continue your piano lessons?” I suggest to take my mind off of unpleasant things.
“Of course!” his eyes sparkle as he exclaims and we both go to the white instrument.
This lesson is so much more different than our first one! I was a package of nerves back then; the tension between us was so palpable that it was truly smouldering to be in Dominic’s presence. Now, I can put my hand on his knee and our thighs are pressed against each other. I can smile freely when Dominic reaches out and puts a rebellious lock of hair behind my ear, his hand remaining there and stroking my hair.
I start playing Für Elise as for me it is the most beautiful confession of pure love ever expressed through music, especially only with a piano. Dominic scoots closer to me and kisses my left cheek and goes lower, his lips never leaving my skin. I whimper when he reaches my jaw and he smiles to himself and teases me even more as his mouth leaves countless impressions upon my neck. My fingers don’t stop their tango on the keys, but it is really hard to concentrate when such stormy, mysterious eyes are watching me and skilful fingers are massaging my scalp.
As soon as I finish the piece I wrap my arms around Dominic’s neck and our foreheads unite like we could communicate through thoughts. I’m hot and I’m cold, I’m shuddering with emotion, but I manage to utter the confession that’s been waiting for a while to be told:
“I love you, Dominic.”
I hide my face in the crook of his neck and Dominic’s hold tightens. My heart almost jumps out of my ribcage as Dominic looks at me with the dreamiest expression I’ve ever seen on his face and whispers back:
“I love you too, Matthew. So, so much.”
I watch with amazement when he takes my right hand and kisses each finger, with the digits on my left hand receiving the same treatment. Speed of light is nothing compared to the beating of my touched heart; I find myself carried to the sofa and Dominic is rewarding me with looks of sheer love.
“I think it’s my fun time, right, Matthew?” he asks half seriously, half mischievously.
I nod eagerly and lick my lips anticipating a snogging session, but Dominic decides to go for teasing me: he rolls up my shirtsleeves and draws fine, delicate patterns on my forearms, the pads of his fingers barely touching my skin. I shiver violently, electric, tingling pleasure coursing from my arms down my spine. Dominic then inspects my inner forearm and mutters more to himself:
“So white and soft.” His nose travels up and down, a visible bluish vein being traced by the tip of his tongue.
I don’t even know if I’m coming or going by this point and I melt into a puddle when Dominic blows air onto my arms.
“I guess this trick always works?” he asks cheekily at the sight of goosebumps, referring to the time I did the same when he had a fever.
After many minutes, we pant breathlessly in each others arms. Dominic kissed every little patch of skin that was peeking out of my shirt and my neck has never been caressed so much. We kissed for what felt like an eternity, but at the same time I just want more and more. I could never get tired of kissing and I wouldn’t have stopped if it wasn’t for breathing. It’s better that we pause for a while, otherwise something will stir down there.
We spend the evening doing normal things, but somehow everything seems new and special when you do it with the person you love. Other times, I would have moaned if we went to bed before eleven o’clock, but I don’t mind now because I know we’ll continue kissing in the comfy bed. We fall asleep tangled into each other.
* * * * *
The next morning I hear muffled voices in that indescribable state when you float between reality and dream land. I can’t move, I can’t think. I am just in Dominic’s arms.
“Dominic! Matthew!”
How weird that I dream about my parents.
“Surprise! We came home earlier.”
Weird, weird dream. I want Dominic to be the protagonist of my dreams. A door is opened and a chilly draught intrudes in the cozy room.
“Good mor…WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!”
I clench my eyelids shut, hoping desperately that this is just a nightmare and it will disappear in a second, but the angry voices broke the silence too violently to be only a mental illusion. My hard-earned paradise vanishes in the blink of an eye and Dominic and I both face the most grotesque chimera we’ve could ever imagined.
Title: Silently I Dream of You - Chapter 11. The lull before the storm
Beta: the wonderful ms_belle10 ! <3
Pairing: BellDom
Rating: PG/PG13
Warnings: nothing
Summary: Series based on this prompt from mkmeme : Belldom, teen!Muse.
Matt's parents are constantly adopting foster kids. Matthew doesn't normally get along with them, often feeling left out that his parents don't spend as much time with their biological son as they should. However, one day, Matthew's parents bring home Dom, a 15/16 year old (same age as Matt) who Matt begins to become attracted to, even though the world and 'their' parents regard them as brothers.
Feedback: would be lovely. Please, leave me a few words if you have time. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse or any other band/song/lyrics mentioned in this story. I don't make any profit. However, the story is mine, so don't steal, please!
Author's note: I was/am quite nervous about this part because I'm not sure about my ability to write such intimate scenes, but I tried my best. :) I'm sowwy about the ending...I'm afraid this is the worst cliffhanger in the entire story. Many thanks to muse_manticore for the information about age of consent in the UK. ;)
Songs for this chapter: You're Beautiful - James Blunt, Fur Elise - Beethoven, Touches You - Mika and Can't Take my Eyes Off You - Muse . You can find the whole soundtrack list HERE.
Beautiful banner made by starlight_myth <333
Previous parts: Chapter 1. | Chapter 2. | Chapter 3. | Chapter 4. | Chapter 5. | Chapter 7. | Chapter 8. | Chapter 9. | Chapter 10. |
Silently I Dream of You
Chapter 11. The lull before the storm
If sometimes I assure myself when having nightmares that it is just a dream and I would soon wake up to a much more peaceful reality; this time, I have to tell myself over and over that I’m not dreaming. It’s so heavenly to have Dominic in my arms; I’m finally living my dream instead of dreaming my life.
However, our relationship hasn’t changed in one aspect: we don’t necessarily need words to understand each other. We change positions and now Dominic is lying on his back and I’m glued to his side, leaning over him and asking permission with my eyes to explore his body. It is a method to make sure that he’s real and not just a fantasy of my lovesick and wicked mind.
My index finger starts its exploration from Dominic’s forehead; it slowly glides down onto the ridge of his nose and stops at the contour of his fleshy, tempting upper lip. I feel like the famous masters of painting as I “draw” his symmetrical Cupid’s bow which could be the pride of any creating god. I can’t resist leaving the sensitive skin without pressing there a few smacking kisses; Dominic giggles and leans up to meet my lips again, but my index finger stops him.
“Ah ah, I want to spoil you now. You can get your own time when you can have fun,” I whisper and watch as Dominic relaxes on the bed and lets me satisfy my curiosity.
My lips take over the exploration and they travel across Dominic’s soft cheeks to his eyelids, which are rewarded with the lightest kisses. His quivering eyelashes, which are fluttering like small bird’s wings, receive the same treatment. I feel salty wetness in the corner of his eye and my lips sop it up. Next, I feel the golden hairs of his eyebrow under my mouth and finally, I scatter pecks randomly, all over his lovely glowing face.
In an opera, the ending has to bring the catharsis, something that would shake the participants, and therefore I initiate our first long kiss. A ball of emotions forms in my stomach and fire sweeps up my spine as we open our mouths slightly. Dominic puts his arms around my neck and brings our bodies flush, which makes us both whimper. We stop to catch our breath and look in each other’s eyes.
“As much as I’d like to continue, we need to talk,” I sigh and Dominic nods.
We both sit up and lean against the pillow, keeping a bit of distance between us, just to be safe. All I’d like to do this evening is hug him and just be close to him, but there are some issues which need to be clarified. It’s so difficult to find the right words in moments like this, but I need to start somewhere.
“Dominic, do you realise that we are practically brothers?” I ask nervously, as if fearing that he will wake up from a spell upon hearing my words, “I have no idea about the laws, but I don’t think this is allowed, or surely not before we come of age.”
Dominic smiles at me and puts his hand on mine, whispering seriously: “You’ve been more than a brother to me, Matthew. After all, we are not blood relatives, why wouldn’t we be allowed to be together?”
“I don’t know, social workers are quite conservative and narrow-minded, I’m sure they would take you away,” I conclude with a pout and take Dominic’s hand in mine before continuing: “And I don’t want that. I don’t want to lose you, Dominic…”
“Neither do I,” he replies and we lace our fingers together. “We must keep it secret and be very, very careful until we go to university or something…”
“Right, it will be a real challenge. The challenge of our lives,” I say bitterly, and wince at the thought of not being able to stroke my blonde angel any time I want.
“That’s why we have to make the most of the days we have alone,” Dominic whispers as he snuggles into me.
“Well, I’ve never heard anyone condensing two years in two days, but we can try,” I jest to lighten the mood.
“Not exactly two years, Matthew,” Dominic replies and adds: “No wonder the Maths teacher doesn’t like you.”
I put my hand on my heart and gasp dramatically as if he had offended me deeply: “How can you say that, Mister Howard? Everyone likes me!”
I tickle his ribs and enjoy the lovely giggles that escape his mouth.
“I wonder what your parents would say if they knew about this,” Dominic muses after he catches his breath.
“I don’t even want to think about it,” I say with a grimace, but I know that at some point we will have to consider this thing as well: “Well, suppose we’re fine until we finish school and hopefully, you’ll still want to put up with me.” I laugh at Dominic’s expression; he’s indignant that I presumed the subsidence of his feelings.
“I guess we have to tell them when we go to university, right? We’ll move out and even if we don’t choose the same subject, we’ll be close to each other,” I depict the possible situation and Dominic agrees.
“We have time to think about that,” Dominic replies and yawns.
“Oh, I think the baby should go to bed and rest. He had enough fun for one day,” I coo and pinch Dominic’s cheek playfully.
“Har har,” Dominic mutters as he gets up and rubs his eyes, “I think the nanny had more fun than the baby. You shouldn’t worry though, the baby rallies day after day.” Dominic grins mischievously and I blush.
However, I’m surprised even more when Dominic starts moving the nightstand between our beds. I ask quizzically: “What are you doing?”
“I don’t want you to sleep on the floor again and I’m not sure we could sleep comfortably in a single bed, so I thought about putting them together,” Dominic says and bites his lip, “if you want, of course.”
“You’re a genius!” I yell and leap for joy, hugging Dominic briefly and moving the nightstand which stands in the way of our happiness.
The sight of the new, “double bed” fills me with cheer and I bounce on the flexible mattress. I watch as Dominic measures his temperature and takes an antifebrile.
“Do you have a fever again?” I ask worriedly and touch his reddening cheeks.
“A bit, nothing to worry about. I’m just hot,” he states and fans himself.
I almost blurt out “I know”, but instead I advise him to put on a t-shirt instead of his pyjama top and to take a thinner blanket. He does so and I change my clothes as well. There’s a moment of awkwardness as we slip under the covers, both of us on our side of the bed. I’m not sure how close we should get or if this is appropriate, but my left hand creeps slowly towards him and suddenly, it bumps into Dominic’s searching fingers. I have no idea if this is telepathy or a subconscious thing, but we lace our fingers eagerly and I sigh with relief.
* * * * *
In the morning I wake up from what I call a warm, restful sleep: no nightmares and nothing stirred me up; I woke naturally. However, I discover that the source of warmth is Dominic. Somehow, in the course of the night, we changed our sleeping positions and I ended up with my head next to the back of Dominic’s neck, the rest of our bodies tightly aligned and adopting the shape of the other.
It feels natural when I press a kiss to his neck, still quite sleepy, and I nuzzle up to him. To my greatest surprise, instead of the fabric of the t-shirt I meet soft skin. I blink to get rid of the cloudiness blurring my vision and pull away a bit to inspect the situation. I didn’t imagine it; Dominic is half naked. I have a look round in the room and find the piece of cloth in question hanging lazily from the bedside lamp. I laugh to myself as I imagine Dominic throwing it in his sleep and the noise makes Dominic shift.
His hand gropes for my hand and he squeezes it. I return the gesture, which feels like a morning greeting. I place my head closer to his back and my eyes sweep over the fading bruises. I place light kisses on them not to cause pain and somehow hoping, in the back of my mind, that they would help the healing process. Dominic squeezes my hand again and I scoot even closer to the person who fills me with contentment. However, Dominic shocks me with his quivering and sad tone:
“They’re ugly, right? My back is ruined.”
I punctuate every word of my answer with a plump kiss: “They are part of you, which means that they’re beautiful. You’re beautiful, so so beautiful...”
I hold him tightly until the shuddering of his body subsides. We lie in bed for another half an hour and after having breakfast we decide to go out, not only to breathe fresh air, but we also need to do the shopping if we don’t want to starve. The nearest supermarket is a pretty good place and we look at the products leisurely because we don’t have anything else to do. However, it is quite frustrating that I can’t hold Dominic’s hand; we randomly bump shoulders, squeeze the other’s hand or touch “accidentally” an arm or back for a second.
When we get home the first thing I do is to peck Dominic on his right cheek. He smiles bashfully as we enter the kitchen and put away the food in the fridge and pantry. Luna whines and scratches our legs so we also go out to walk her. Unfortunately, it’s Sunday, so all the nosy old neighbours are either taking a walk or coming home from church. Dominic and I have to keep the minimal distance between our bodies and smile politely to every acquaintance we come across who don’t hesitate to snoop around and ask us indiscreet questions about our parents. Most of them shake their heads disapprovingly when they learn that we’re alone, but I tell them that we are responsible and won’t burn down the house.
After talking to a particularly annoying neighbour, I grit my teeth and whisper to Dominic that we should go home and throw off the unwanted attention. Imagine what would happen if they knew about our feelings! We would be pointed at; mothers would tell their children that we’re bad and forbid them to talk to us. I don’t doubt it that some of the people would even condemn us to death by stake like in the Middle Age. Not only that we’re homosexuals, we’re even “brothers”. If one could die twice, we would surely “deserve” it in their vision.
Seeing how upset I am, Dominic suggests looking on the internet after the legal aspect of our relationship. After reading a few sites, we learn that there is not such a law that allows authorities to take Dominic away; however, if they really want, they could pick at the fact that we might have sexual intercourse. The age of consent for gay men is eighteen, compared to sixteen for heterosexuals and gay women. I think it’s unfair, but it’s not like we’re going to do that anyway. I don’t have any intentions like that in the near future and I’m absolutely positive that Dominic doesn’t, either.
“Hey Dominic, don’t you want to continue your piano lessons?” I suggest to take my mind off of unpleasant things.
“Of course!” his eyes sparkle as he exclaims and we both go to the white instrument.
This lesson is so much more different than our first one! I was a package of nerves back then; the tension between us was so palpable that it was truly smouldering to be in Dominic’s presence. Now, I can put my hand on his knee and our thighs are pressed against each other. I can smile freely when Dominic reaches out and puts a rebellious lock of hair behind my ear, his hand remaining there and stroking my hair.
I start playing Für Elise as for me it is the most beautiful confession of pure love ever expressed through music, especially only with a piano. Dominic scoots closer to me and kisses my left cheek and goes lower, his lips never leaving my skin. I whimper when he reaches my jaw and he smiles to himself and teases me even more as his mouth leaves countless impressions upon my neck. My fingers don’t stop their tango on the keys, but it is really hard to concentrate when such stormy, mysterious eyes are watching me and skilful fingers are massaging my scalp.
As soon as I finish the piece I wrap my arms around Dominic’s neck and our foreheads unite like we could communicate through thoughts. I’m hot and I’m cold, I’m shuddering with emotion, but I manage to utter the confession that’s been waiting for a while to be told:
“I love you, Dominic.”
I hide my face in the crook of his neck and Dominic’s hold tightens. My heart almost jumps out of my ribcage as Dominic looks at me with the dreamiest expression I’ve ever seen on his face and whispers back:
“I love you too, Matthew. So, so much.”
I watch with amazement when he takes my right hand and kisses each finger, with the digits on my left hand receiving the same treatment. Speed of light is nothing compared to the beating of my touched heart; I find myself carried to the sofa and Dominic is rewarding me with looks of sheer love.
“I think it’s my fun time, right, Matthew?” he asks half seriously, half mischievously.
I nod eagerly and lick my lips anticipating a snogging session, but Dominic decides to go for teasing me: he rolls up my shirtsleeves and draws fine, delicate patterns on my forearms, the pads of his fingers barely touching my skin. I shiver violently, electric, tingling pleasure coursing from my arms down my spine. Dominic then inspects my inner forearm and mutters more to himself:
“So white and soft.” His nose travels up and down, a visible bluish vein being traced by the tip of his tongue.
I don’t even know if I’m coming or going by this point and I melt into a puddle when Dominic blows air onto my arms.
“I guess this trick always works?” he asks cheekily at the sight of goosebumps, referring to the time I did the same when he had a fever.
After many minutes, we pant breathlessly in each others arms. Dominic kissed every little patch of skin that was peeking out of my shirt and my neck has never been caressed so much. We kissed for what felt like an eternity, but at the same time I just want more and more. I could never get tired of kissing and I wouldn’t have stopped if it wasn’t for breathing. It’s better that we pause for a while, otherwise something will stir down there.
We spend the evening doing normal things, but somehow everything seems new and special when you do it with the person you love. Other times, I would have moaned if we went to bed before eleven o’clock, but I don’t mind now because I know we’ll continue kissing in the comfy bed. We fall asleep tangled into each other.
* * * * *
The next morning I hear muffled voices in that indescribable state when you float between reality and dream land. I can’t move, I can’t think. I am just in Dominic’s arms.
“Dominic! Matthew!”
How weird that I dream about my parents.
“Surprise! We came home earlier.”
Weird, weird dream. I want Dominic to be the protagonist of my dreams. A door is opened and a chilly draught intrudes in the cozy room.
“Good mor…WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!”
I clench my eyelids shut, hoping desperately that this is just a nightmare and it will disappear in a second, but the angry voices broke the silence too violently to be only a mental illusion. My hard-earned paradise vanishes in the blink of an eye and Dominic and I both face the most grotesque chimera we’ve could ever imagined.