Son Of A Preacher Man (7/?)
Title: Son Of A Preacher Man (7/?)
Author: millionstar
Pairing: Belldom, AU
Rating: This part, PG)
Warnings: Language, Sudden Southern Drawls, Tight Blue Jeans.
Summary: AU Belldom, set in the Deep American South. Enough said, y'all.
Feedback: Is welcome & appreciated, if you're so inclined. :)
Archive: Links only.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no $$ being made, and this is fiction. Title taken lovingly from the song of the same name.
Author's note: As always, eternal thanks to my lovely, dear ladies dolce_piccante, myz_bee and frolicandfall for constant inspiration, love and support. BTW,lalalive23 is uber smexy.
And as always, HUGE thanks to my girl M, captivemuse for her help in all thangs Southern. Your assistance is critical and greatly appreciated, and a case of Cheerwine is headed your way, girl! <3
One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six
Later that night Matthew bounded into his parents house with a spring in his step, kissing his mother on the cheek and sitting down at the table next to his father. The Bellamys had just got home after closing up the store and were having a late supper.
Jacob Bellamy smiled widely at his son. "Good day, Matty?"
"Yeah, it was," Matthew smiled, one hand tapping the table in a steady beat. "Y'all ain't gonna believe what happened."
Annie Bellamy put a plate in front of her son and sat down. "Spill, boy! What's got you so happy tonight?"
"I got asked out, I've got a date this weekend!"
The elder Bellamys dropped their forks at the same time, their eyebrows raised.
"That's great, son!" his father said happily, patting him on the shoulder.
"Who?"
Matthew turned to his mother, who had a concerned look on her face. "Well, it's Reverend Howard's son, Dominic. What's wrong, mama?"
"Aww, Matty," she said, covering his hand with her own, "ain't nothin' wrong, baby." The worry disappeared from his face at her words. Matthew was incredibly thankful that he was as close with his parents as he was; it was important to him to share everything with them.
"I wanna meet him, though," she continued casually, sipping her iced tea.
"Annie," Jacob laughed, "he's a grown man! He ain't got to bring him to meet us before they go out!"
"I know," she blushed, "but I'd like it all the same."
"Okay, mama," Matthew replied with a smile, "anything you want."
About a half hour later he left and was climbing the stairs to his tiny apartment, but about half way up them he was struck with an idea. He hadn't yet exchanged cell numbers with Dominic yet, so he couldn't exactly call him up and ask him to come over to meet his parents. But there was something else he could do, and to that end he got his car keys out of his pocket and made his way to Stella.
He'd heard Dominic mention that his family had moved into the old Miller place, a large farmhouse in a meadow off the main highway. Matthew turned into the drive at about eleven that night. He killed the motor and got out of the car as quietly as he could. He felt a little uncomfortable in his voyeuristic position, for he could see a man and a young boy standing in front of the television in the living room. They exchanged a hug, the man ruffling the boy's hair, before the lights were turned out and they made their way upstairs.
There was one window, however, on the upper level, where a light was on. Matthew knelt to grab a handful of pebbles from the driveway and crept closer. To be fair, he couldn't be certain this was Dominic's bedroom, but he was willing to take the chance. He could always run like hell if he needed to, he told himself. He threw the pebbles at the window in question and held his breath as they sprayed the glass, retreating to hide behind the tree next to Dominic's truck.
The overhead light flooded the room and a figure came to the window. A sleepy, gorgeous figure, one that was deliciously shirtless, his golden hair mussed as though he'd been in bed already. Dominic opened his window and leaned out of it. "..the hell?"
Matthew emerged from his hiding place. He smiled shyly, his arms crossed. "Did I wake ya?"
The shock, followed by sheer happiness, that registered on Dominic's face made Matthew grin and blush at the same time. "Ain't no trouble being woke by the likes of you, believe me." Seeing Matthew here at this time of night was something out of a dream and he found himself wondering what had prompted the visit. He scratched his head sleepily and cleared his throat. "Hold on a sec, and I'll come down!"
"No!" Matthew put his hands up, "I can't stay, I just wanted to ask ya a favor." Besides, he knew that if Dominic came down to visit him with that sexy case of bedhead there was no telling what could happen.
"A favor?" Dominic leaned on his window sill, his arms crossed, a playful look on his face. His upper arms looked deliciously toned with the moonlight shimmering against them. It seemed as though he wanted to say something but at the last second he turned away, grinning into his shoulder, stifling his words. "Name it," he continued, biting his lip bashfully.
Matthew, for his part, was wondering what he could do to prompt Dominic to lean up so he could get a glimpse of those nipples. He cleared his throat. "It's kinda silly, I reckon."
"I'm sure it ain't. What is it?"
"I was tellin' my parents about us goin' out, and well, they'd like to meet ya, mama especially."
"I'd be honored. I could go down to the store tomorrow and introduce myself proper, would that be okay?"
"Yeah, it would," Matthew replied, grinning. "Thanks." He stared at his feet nervously, scratching the back of his head. "Well, g'night, Dominic."
"Leavin' so soon?" the blond pouted from his perch.
"I'll see ya soon enough," Matthew replied softly, walking backwards, seemingly unable to take his eyes off Dominic. What he would give to shimmy up the guttering, to Dominic waiting for him at his bedroom window to help him inside, so he could climb into bed with him.
"Yeah, you will! G'night, blue eyes."
"Night." Matthew watched as the sleepy, sexy blond ducked back into his window. He continued to walk backwards, still taken with the blond in question, unable to take his eyes off the window. Matthew could hardly believe he'd driven out here this late at night, but he liked to think that this was the beginning of alot of firsts for him. He was so taken with his thoughts that when he backed into the corner of the small doghouse in the yard and fell, head over heels, he merely giggled.
He really hoped, though, that Dominic wasn't watching. That was fair enough; Dominic hoped that Matthew couldn't hear his cackling from his position on his knees, at the corner of his window.
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Handshakes were exchanged as soon as Dominic walked into Bellamy's that next morning. Matthew's mother was nowhere to be seen but his father was helping the one customer in the store with some purchases. Once he'd finished up, Dominic had introduced himself.
"I gotta admit, sir," Dominic smiled, "I was kinda nervous to meet ya!"
Mr. Bellamy smiled, patting the blond on the back. "Aww, now, son, there ain't no need to be worried around me! I wish, though, that I could say the same about Matthew's mama." Of course, there was nothing to worry about in that regard either, but Jacob couldn't resist having a bit of fun at Dominic's expense.
"Wha- why?"
"She's like a mama bear when it comes to Matty," he replied gravely, "protective as hell, I tell ya what."
"Oh."
"Last boy Matty brought home ran away scared by the time she got done with 'em."
Dominic began to panic as he realized Mr. Bellamy was steering him toward the kitchen. He swallowed. "Do what now? Sir?"
"I'm just pickin' on ya, son. After all, you're the first young man Matty's ever brought home! Now don't fret, son. I told her to go easy on ya." The older man prompted Dominic to go into the room, nodding assuredly, while the blond just stared at him with wide eyes. "Best to get it overwith."
"Sir, don't leave m-"
But it was too late; Dominic had been pushed unceremoniously across the threshold into the kitchen at Bellamy's. He found himself in the presence of a woman sitting at the table, her hands folded primly in front of her.
"Ma'am," he squeaked, his stomach suddenly queasy. Mrs. Bellamy raised one eyebrow at him.
"Sit down, son."
Dominic did as he was told. As he pulled out the wooden chair the legs scraped against the floor; the sound seeming to be much too loud for Dominic's liking. He sat down and smiled nervously at Matthew's mother."
"Hello, Mrs. Bellamy."
"It's nice to meet you, Dominic. Call me Annie."
"Oh, lord, no, I could never...-"
"Don't be silly," she interrupted with a laugh, "I ain't here to grill ya. Just wanna talk for a sec."
Dominic shifted in his seat. "Oh, okay. What can I do for ya?"
"I don't mean to pry, son. I just... well..."
"You can say anything ya want to me."
Annie Bellamy swallowed. "Did you leave behind a boyfriend when you moved here, Dominic?"
He had to admit that of all the things that could have come from her mouth, that wasn't the one he was expecting to hear. Still, he was determined to be as honest as he could with Matthew's mother.
"I did, kinda. I mean, we had broken up and moved on well by the time I left town. Why d'you ask?"
"Did y'ever... ever have any trouble?"
"Trouble?"
She took a deep breath. "Trouble with people giving ya a hard time cos you're gay."
The two of them regarded each other closely, quietly.
"Sometimes," Dominic said quietly.
She nodded. "I ain't surprised."
"I wish that things were different, but, yeah, sometimes people would say things and be kinda rude. But if someone don't much care for me and the way I live, that's their problem, ma'am."
"I'm glad you can look at it so maturely, Dominic."
"I ain't got nothing to be ashamed of, Mrs. Be-"
"Annie, son, call me Annie."
He smiled, staring at the table again, before whispering, "Okay... Annie."
"I reckon I'm just worried because, as far as I know, at least, Matty ain't never experienced anything like that. He keeps to himself for the most part. But he knows how some people are in this town, hell, he's heard some of them come in here and say hateful things about people who are different than they are. I just, I don-"
"I'll look after him," Dominic blurted out, "I mean, if that's what yer worried about."
"I'll worry about both of y'all," she smiled, "but that's what a mama does. Let's just hope I don't have to worry too much" A jingling bell announced the arrival of more customers, prompting her to get to her feet. "I reckon I oughta get back out there, hon."
Dominic stood, closing the distance between them, Matthew's mother reaching out to caress his cheek. "You're welcome here anytime, Dominic. See you real soon, I hope." He made his way out of the kitchen, a spring in his step.
"And, Dominic?"
He turned around. "Yeah?"
Her smile was sweet yet deadly serious. "You'd best be good to my Matty."
"You got it," replied Dominic. He continued on his way out the door, waving to Jacob as he did, until he bumped squarely into someone. The someone happened to be a young woman sporting long red hair and a painfully tight pair of short shorts. "Oh, sorry, ma'am!" he mumbled as he walked past her.
She took off her sunglasses and eyed him hungrily. "Don't you dare be sorry, sugarcheeks,"she replied, slapping him firmly on the ass, Dominic yelping in shock. He turned around, his eyes wide and disbelieving.
"Oh, hell no," he exclaimed, "you'd best keep yer hands to yerself, girl."
She stared at him, rolling her eyes after a moment. "Jeez, I just wanted a feel of that ass."
"You go around feelin' dudes up without warnin'?!"
"I see somethin' I like," she purred, walking closer, "and I go after it."
Dominic put his hands on his hips. "Well, you'd best back the soul train up, princess, or you might find yerself on yer ass one of these days! I ain't one o'yer playthings." With that proclamation he strutted out of Bellamy's with a smirk, giving her a choice view of his sugarcheeks as he did.
Author: millionstar
Pairing: Belldom, AU
Rating: This part, PG)
Warnings: Language, Sudden Southern Drawls, Tight Blue Jeans.
Summary: AU Belldom, set in the Deep American South. Enough said, y'all.
Feedback: Is welcome & appreciated, if you're so inclined. :)
Archive: Links only.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no $$ being made, and this is fiction. Title taken lovingly from the song of the same name.
Author's note: As always, eternal thanks to my lovely, dear ladies dolce_piccante, myz_bee and frolicandfall for constant inspiration, love and support. BTW,lalalive23 is uber smexy.
And as always, HUGE thanks to my girl M, captivemuse for her help in all thangs Southern. Your assistance is critical and greatly appreciated, and a case of Cheerwine is headed your way, girl! <3
One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six
Later that night Matthew bounded into his parents house with a spring in his step, kissing his mother on the cheek and sitting down at the table next to his father. The Bellamys had just got home after closing up the store and were having a late supper.
Jacob Bellamy smiled widely at his son. "Good day, Matty?"
"Yeah, it was," Matthew smiled, one hand tapping the table in a steady beat. "Y'all ain't gonna believe what happened."
Annie Bellamy put a plate in front of her son and sat down. "Spill, boy! What's got you so happy tonight?"
"I got asked out, I've got a date this weekend!"
The elder Bellamys dropped their forks at the same time, their eyebrows raised.
"That's great, son!" his father said happily, patting him on the shoulder.
"Who?"
Matthew turned to his mother, who had a concerned look on her face. "Well, it's Reverend Howard's son, Dominic. What's wrong, mama?"
"Aww, Matty," she said, covering his hand with her own, "ain't nothin' wrong, baby." The worry disappeared from his face at her words. Matthew was incredibly thankful that he was as close with his parents as he was; it was important to him to share everything with them.
"I wanna meet him, though," she continued casually, sipping her iced tea.
"Annie," Jacob laughed, "he's a grown man! He ain't got to bring him to meet us before they go out!"
"I know," she blushed, "but I'd like it all the same."
"Okay, mama," Matthew replied with a smile, "anything you want."
About a half hour later he left and was climbing the stairs to his tiny apartment, but about half way up them he was struck with an idea. He hadn't yet exchanged cell numbers with Dominic yet, so he couldn't exactly call him up and ask him to come over to meet his parents. But there was something else he could do, and to that end he got his car keys out of his pocket and made his way to Stella.
He'd heard Dominic mention that his family had moved into the old Miller place, a large farmhouse in a meadow off the main highway. Matthew turned into the drive at about eleven that night. He killed the motor and got out of the car as quietly as he could. He felt a little uncomfortable in his voyeuristic position, for he could see a man and a young boy standing in front of the television in the living room. They exchanged a hug, the man ruffling the boy's hair, before the lights were turned out and they made their way upstairs.
There was one window, however, on the upper level, where a light was on. Matthew knelt to grab a handful of pebbles from the driveway and crept closer. To be fair, he couldn't be certain this was Dominic's bedroom, but he was willing to take the chance. He could always run like hell if he needed to, he told himself. He threw the pebbles at the window in question and held his breath as they sprayed the glass, retreating to hide behind the tree next to Dominic's truck.
The overhead light flooded the room and a figure came to the window. A sleepy, gorgeous figure, one that was deliciously shirtless, his golden hair mussed as though he'd been in bed already. Dominic opened his window and leaned out of it. "..the hell?"
Matthew emerged from his hiding place. He smiled shyly, his arms crossed. "Did I wake ya?"
The shock, followed by sheer happiness, that registered on Dominic's face made Matthew grin and blush at the same time. "Ain't no trouble being woke by the likes of you, believe me." Seeing Matthew here at this time of night was something out of a dream and he found himself wondering what had prompted the visit. He scratched his head sleepily and cleared his throat. "Hold on a sec, and I'll come down!"
"No!" Matthew put his hands up, "I can't stay, I just wanted to ask ya a favor." Besides, he knew that if Dominic came down to visit him with that sexy case of bedhead there was no telling what could happen.
"A favor?" Dominic leaned on his window sill, his arms crossed, a playful look on his face. His upper arms looked deliciously toned with the moonlight shimmering against them. It seemed as though he wanted to say something but at the last second he turned away, grinning into his shoulder, stifling his words. "Name it," he continued, biting his lip bashfully.
Matthew, for his part, was wondering what he could do to prompt Dominic to lean up so he could get a glimpse of those nipples. He cleared his throat. "It's kinda silly, I reckon."
"I'm sure it ain't. What is it?"
"I was tellin' my parents about us goin' out, and well, they'd like to meet ya, mama especially."
"I'd be honored. I could go down to the store tomorrow and introduce myself proper, would that be okay?"
"Yeah, it would," Matthew replied, grinning. "Thanks." He stared at his feet nervously, scratching the back of his head. "Well, g'night, Dominic."
"Leavin' so soon?" the blond pouted from his perch.
"I'll see ya soon enough," Matthew replied softly, walking backwards, seemingly unable to take his eyes off Dominic. What he would give to shimmy up the guttering, to Dominic waiting for him at his bedroom window to help him inside, so he could climb into bed with him.
"Yeah, you will! G'night, blue eyes."
"Night." Matthew watched as the sleepy, sexy blond ducked back into his window. He continued to walk backwards, still taken with the blond in question, unable to take his eyes off the window. Matthew could hardly believe he'd driven out here this late at night, but he liked to think that this was the beginning of alot of firsts for him. He was so taken with his thoughts that when he backed into the corner of the small doghouse in the yard and fell, head over heels, he merely giggled.
He really hoped, though, that Dominic wasn't watching. That was fair enough; Dominic hoped that Matthew couldn't hear his cackling from his position on his knees, at the corner of his window.
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Handshakes were exchanged as soon as Dominic walked into Bellamy's that next morning. Matthew's mother was nowhere to be seen but his father was helping the one customer in the store with some purchases. Once he'd finished up, Dominic had introduced himself.
"I gotta admit, sir," Dominic smiled, "I was kinda nervous to meet ya!"
Mr. Bellamy smiled, patting the blond on the back. "Aww, now, son, there ain't no need to be worried around me! I wish, though, that I could say the same about Matthew's mama." Of course, there was nothing to worry about in that regard either, but Jacob couldn't resist having a bit of fun at Dominic's expense.
"Wha- why?"
"She's like a mama bear when it comes to Matty," he replied gravely, "protective as hell, I tell ya what."
"Oh."
"Last boy Matty brought home ran away scared by the time she got done with 'em."
Dominic began to panic as he realized Mr. Bellamy was steering him toward the kitchen. He swallowed. "Do what now? Sir?"
"I'm just pickin' on ya, son. After all, you're the first young man Matty's ever brought home! Now don't fret, son. I told her to go easy on ya." The older man prompted Dominic to go into the room, nodding assuredly, while the blond just stared at him with wide eyes. "Best to get it overwith."
"Sir, don't leave m-"
But it was too late; Dominic had been pushed unceremoniously across the threshold into the kitchen at Bellamy's. He found himself in the presence of a woman sitting at the table, her hands folded primly in front of her.
"Ma'am," he squeaked, his stomach suddenly queasy. Mrs. Bellamy raised one eyebrow at him.
"Sit down, son."
Dominic did as he was told. As he pulled out the wooden chair the legs scraped against the floor; the sound seeming to be much too loud for Dominic's liking. He sat down and smiled nervously at Matthew's mother."
"Hello, Mrs. Bellamy."
"It's nice to meet you, Dominic. Call me Annie."
"Oh, lord, no, I could never...-"
"Don't be silly," she interrupted with a laugh, "I ain't here to grill ya. Just wanna talk for a sec."
Dominic shifted in his seat. "Oh, okay. What can I do for ya?"
"I don't mean to pry, son. I just... well..."
"You can say anything ya want to me."
Annie Bellamy swallowed. "Did you leave behind a boyfriend when you moved here, Dominic?"
He had to admit that of all the things that could have come from her mouth, that wasn't the one he was expecting to hear. Still, he was determined to be as honest as he could with Matthew's mother.
"I did, kinda. I mean, we had broken up and moved on well by the time I left town. Why d'you ask?"
"Did y'ever... ever have any trouble?"
"Trouble?"
She took a deep breath. "Trouble with people giving ya a hard time cos you're gay."
The two of them regarded each other closely, quietly.
"Sometimes," Dominic said quietly.
She nodded. "I ain't surprised."
"I wish that things were different, but, yeah, sometimes people would say things and be kinda rude. But if someone don't much care for me and the way I live, that's their problem, ma'am."
"I'm glad you can look at it so maturely, Dominic."
"I ain't got nothing to be ashamed of, Mrs. Be-"
"Annie, son, call me Annie."
He smiled, staring at the table again, before whispering, "Okay... Annie."
"I reckon I'm just worried because, as far as I know, at least, Matty ain't never experienced anything like that. He keeps to himself for the most part. But he knows how some people are in this town, hell, he's heard some of them come in here and say hateful things about people who are different than they are. I just, I don-"
"I'll look after him," Dominic blurted out, "I mean, if that's what yer worried about."
"I'll worry about both of y'all," she smiled, "but that's what a mama does. Let's just hope I don't have to worry too much" A jingling bell announced the arrival of more customers, prompting her to get to her feet. "I reckon I oughta get back out there, hon."
Dominic stood, closing the distance between them, Matthew's mother reaching out to caress his cheek. "You're welcome here anytime, Dominic. See you real soon, I hope." He made his way out of the kitchen, a spring in his step.
"And, Dominic?"
He turned around. "Yeah?"
Her smile was sweet yet deadly serious. "You'd best be good to my Matty."
"You got it," replied Dominic. He continued on his way out the door, waving to Jacob as he did, until he bumped squarely into someone. The someone happened to be a young woman sporting long red hair and a painfully tight pair of short shorts. "Oh, sorry, ma'am!" he mumbled as he walked past her.
She took off her sunglasses and eyed him hungrily. "Don't you dare be sorry, sugarcheeks,"she replied, slapping him firmly on the ass, Dominic yelping in shock. He turned around, his eyes wide and disbelieving.
"Oh, hell no," he exclaimed, "you'd best keep yer hands to yerself, girl."
She stared at him, rolling her eyes after a moment. "Jeez, I just wanted a feel of that ass."
"You go around feelin' dudes up without warnin'?!"
"I see somethin' I like," she purred, walking closer, "and I go after it."
Dominic put his hands on his hips. "Well, you'd best back the soul train up, princess, or you might find yerself on yer ass one of these days! I ain't one o'yer playthings." With that proclamation he strutted out of Bellamy's with a smirk, giving her a choice view of his sugarcheeks as he did.