Son Of A Preacher Man (10/?)
Title: Son Of A Preacher Man (10/?)
Author: millionstar
Pairing: Belldom, AU
Rating: This part, NC-17
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 | Seven | Eight | Nine
Past the barrier of fogged-up truck windows, Dominic and Matthew were silent, content to merely hold each other as close as possible in the dark. Suffice it to say, they were a little worn out from their hour long make-out session and needed to take a break. Matthew shifted in the blond's arms and yawned.
"Sleepy?" Dominic asked, placing a soft kiss to the top of Matthew's hand.
"Hmm, a little," Matthew nodded, turning to face Dominic. He smiled lazily, rubbing his swollen, kiss-wrecked lips. "Sorry."
"Ain't nothin' to be sorry for, silly. It's late, and I reckon you've gotta be at the store early in the mornin', don't ya?"
"Around 5 or so. But I don't wanna-" Matthew paused, running one of his hands through Dominic's hair.
"What?"
"I don't wanna stop... this."
"So let's don't," Dominic whispered. He pushed Matthew down so that he was lying flat against the seat of the truck. In no time at all he began nibbling Matthew's neck. "At least not right yet. Yeah?" He kissed Matthew's pulse point wetly.
Matthew gasped, Dominic's kisses to his neck sending delicious shocks throughout his body. "'Kay," he breathed, bringing Dominic's lips to his own again, "just... fuck, don't stop touchin' me."
They struggled to get comfortable, Dominic cursing the fact that his truck had no backseat to dive into.
"Let's get in the back," Matthew panted into his lips, "more room."
Dominic nodded, their mouths devouring each other's, Matthew's hands fisting in blond hair. Blindly Dominic reached for the door, popping it open, the two of them still kissing as they stumbled out into the hot night air. Matthew released him, sprinting to the back of the truck and climbing inside; at the same time Dominic grabbed the blanket that was nestled behind the seat, slammed the door shut, and jumped into the back, joining a smirking Matthew.
"A blanket? You've done this before, ain't you?"
"Nah. The blanket's in there cos I like to sometimes lie back here and look at the stars." Dominic smiled bashfully, spreading the blanket out and making himself comfortable.
"That's awful sweet," Matthew grinned, kneeling before him. Dominic reached out and pulled Matthew down into his arms, holding him as tightly as he could. They stayed like that for some time, not talking, just feeling and enjoying each other. After a while Dominic spoke.
"What you thinkin' 'bout?"
"Was just wonderin' if we'd be able to fit in Stella's backseat like this. I don't reckon we could."
"Then that settles it," Dominic proclaimed, "you ain't drivin' next time we go out!"
Matthew raised his head, kissing Dominic's cheek softly. "Next time?"
"Uh, well, I mean, y'know, if ya want to, haha," Dominic giggled nervously.
"'Course I wanna." Matthew sat up, straddling Dominic's waist, Dominic wincing when he did. "You ok?"
"Yeah, truck bed's just hard. Let me just-" He struggled to get comfortable against the metallic surface but it was no good. Even an arm full of Matthew couldn't distract him from the fact that his back was beginning to hurt. "Shit."
"Well, we could..."
"Hmm?"
"We could go back to my place maybe?"
As soon as the words left Matthew's mouth he looked away, his face flushing bright red. He chastised himself; he'd probably gone too far just then and ruined the moment by being so overeager. It had been too much, though, the way he and Dominic had teased each other so relentlessly the past few days. Not to mention the fact that it had been months, so, so many long months since he'd been touched by another man. It was intoxicating, everything that he and Dominic had done this evening, from the dancing to the touches to the kisses that took his breath away.
It was only natural that he didn't want it to end. A knock to the window behind him startled him and he jumped. Dominic was already behind the wheel, grinning at him from behind the glass.
"C'mon then!"
Matthew shook his head with a grin of his own and jumped off the truckbed, getting in and sliding close to Dominic. He instinctively made to put his head on Dominic's shoulder but stopped hmself at the last second and moved back toward his side of the truck.
"Heyyyy," Dominic whined, putting one hand on Matthew's knee, "git back over here, you."
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"Um, your daddy ain't gonna mind me bein' here so late, right?" Dominic asked, biting his lip as he killed the engine.
"What?"
"I mean, like your mama ain't gonna barge in with a shotgun or anything, is she?"
Matthew stared at him for a beat before bursting into raucous laughter. "No!"
"I was just askin'! Was a fair question I think!"
"Mama and daddy ain't like that. They let me come and go as I please. Stop worryin', yeah?" Matthew lifted Dominic's chin and looked into his eyes. "C'mon up. Please."
They climbed the stairs to Matthew's apartment quietly. When the brunet unlocked the door and opened it, he stood aside, allowing Dominic to enter first. The rooms were dark, save for a sliver of light coming from beneath one of the doors in the hallway. Matthew walked toward it and excused himself.
"Be right back, have a seat."
"Okay," Dominic smiled, taking in his surroundings. Matthew had told him that Jacob built this set of rooms all by himself, and the blond was very impressed with what he saw. The rooms were furnished sparsely, well, at least the tiny living room where Dominic was standing seemed to be. A small couch, more the size of a love seat, rested against the wall. Dominic walked over to it and sat down, crossing his long legs and making himself comfortable.
"Sorry 'bout that, needed to check on my dog." Matthew sat down next to Dominic. He reached behind himself, turning on the small lamp behind the couch. Before he could turn around, the blond pounced , pushing Matthew down, kissing him yet again. After a few minutes he leaned in to pay closer attention to Matthew's collarbone and neck, pulling the collar of the brunet's shirt down as far as it would go, which wasn't far at all. Luckily for Dominic, Matthew unbuttoned his shirt to give the blond better access. He stretched, putting one arm behind his head, his shirt falling open deliciously, then thought better of it and brought it back to his chest.
"Wait," Dominic whispered. "Don't move."
Matthew frowned, shifting his position suddenly, the action causing the blond to whine aloud, "No, no - put yer arm back behind yer head again. Please?"
"O-okay." He tried to relax against the tiny couch, which wasn't exactly easy with a lap full of Dominic Howard, but still, he steeled himself, shivering when Dominic leaned forward, kissing his shoulder lightly. The skin beneath his lips was soft and smelled faintly of sandalwood, and as Dominic scooted down his body just a bit Matthew put his free arm around the blond's bare back. Dominic raised his head, surprised and pleased that Matthew was being so proactive now.
"Y'feel good, that's all" he blushed. "Is this okay?"
"Hell, yeah. S'ok as long as I don't fall off this damn thing," Dominic groaned, struggling to straighten his legs out as best he could.
"You wanna move-"
"No!" The blond exclaimed. No, he did not want to move. Looking back down at Matthew, spread out beneath him, one magnificent underarm so blatantly on display, he knew there was no way he was going to move. He leaned in again, continuing his kisses along Matthew's collarbone; kisses laced with wet licks and gentle nibbles. Matthew gasped each time Dominic's mouth touched him, especially when, during one particularly hot kiss to his neck, he could feel one of Dominic's nipples, rock hard, digging into his chest.
It fueled his desire that much more, helping the last of his nerves to float away. Emboldened, he put his hand beneath Dominic's chin, his hand grazing the stubble there, and brought the blond's lips to his own. With a smile Dominic kissed him, deeply, wetly, completely, until the two of them were breathless. Coming up for air, he rested his head against Matthew's neck, his final destination right in front of him.
The way the pale skin curved at the base of Matthew's underarm was fascinating to Dominic, and the blond reached out finally to caress it with one finger. The blond groaned aloud, his mouth watering.
Matthew yelped, giggling. "Dom, stop tha-haha-t!"
"C'mon blue eyes," the other man whispered, "please?"
"Fuckin' tickles!"
"Lie still," Dominic pleaded. Matthew oblliged, his breath coming shakily as Dominic's nose nudged the inside of his upper arm. He shivered, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Close yer eyes. Please, Matty."
That was the first time Dominic had called him Matty, and the use of his nickname went straight to Matthew's cock. He did as asked, and gasped as a soft tongue circled the outer edge of his underarm.
"Makin' me so hot," Dominic whispered, nuzzling the dark hair he encountered with his nose, groaning aloud.
"Me?" the brunet gasped.
Dominic brought Matthew's free hand into his own, snaking between their bodies to find the bulge in the blond's jeans. "You."
Matthew's eyes shot open at the feel of another man's cock beneath his hand. He could see a head of golden hair on the left side of his chest, Dominic continuing to give attention to this sensitive part of his body. Curious, he moved his hand experimentally, rubbing the rock-hard skin he found beneath thin denim, his eyes widening.
"Ungghhh," Dominic moaned against his underarm, Matthew pulling his hand away quickly. He sat up, gently pushing Dominic away.
"Woah, what's wrong?"
"I'm sorry," Matthew whispered, hanging his head, "I just, gimme a second. I-"
"Hey, listen," Dominic said quietly, "ain't nothin' to worry about, blue eyes. We can slow down."
"But I don't wanna slow down, I just..."
Dominic patted the couch and beckoned for the torn brunet to sit next to him. He moved to the other side and waited patiently for him to continue.
"I wanna touch ya, I just." He groaned, his head now in his hands. "This is embarrassin'. I don't know what - I mean, I ain't never..."
"Ohhh. I see."
"I'm sorry. It's okay now, I was just nervous." Matthew climbed into Dominic's lap and kissed him. "Forget about it."
"Mmm-wait," the blond replied, lips smacking against Matthew's own before releasing them, "I don't wanna forget about it. I ain't gonna feel right thinkin' I'm pushin' you into somethin'. Ain't no hurry, yeah?" The last thing Dominic wanted to do was make Matthew feel uncomfortable in any way. He didn't want the night to end yet, but at the same time he was feeling oddly guilty, as though he'd come on much too strong. "I reckon I should go, you ain't gonna get any rest at this rate."
Matthew was crushed. "You don't want me?" he whispered. He climbed off Dominic and reached for his shirt, pulling it back on slowly
"Good sweet lord, boy," Dominic exclaimed, wide-eyed, "of course I want ya. So fuckin' much that it kills me. But we've got plenty of time." He smiled and stood, despite every impulse in his body to remain on this small, cramped couch, Matthew in his arms.
"Oh. Okay."
"Hey," the blond whispered, "none of that. Gimme a smile. Please? And tell me I can see ya again tomorrow?"
"'Course y'can. Tomorrow," Matthew nodded, smiling. Dominic kissed him and walked to the front door. He turned back to Matthew, his hand on the doorknob.
"Call me, yeah?" he grinned.
"You know it."
And just like that he was gone. Matthew sighed, switching his lamp off and prepared for bed. He brushed his teeth and stripped, grabbing a clean pair of boxers and slipping into them. He got into bed and sighed. It was much too hot to sleep, really, and he was already restless. Turning over, his eyes caught sight of his cell phone on his nightstand next to his wallet. If it ended up being a mistake, well, it wouldn't be the first one he'd ever made. Life was too short not to go after what you wanted, and he wanted Dominic Howard more than anything right now.
After all, he did say to call, didn't he? Matthew bit his lip and dialed the number. Dominic answered on the first ring.
"Well hello, you!"
Matthew took a deep breath. "Look. You're right, we do have all the time in the world, I reckon. But all I know is that we're both grown men who're attracted to each other like mad. And that I'm in bed now and want ya here with me more than anything. So turn the fuckin' truck around, Dominic. Now."
There was silence on the other end of the line, but only for a moment. Matthew could hear the smile in Dominic's voice.
"Yes, sir!"
Matthew hung up and closed his eyes, stretching, smiling. In what seemed like no time at all he could hear the truck pulling into his drive. His phone rang.
"Is your room... is your window open?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"I'm comin' up that way. Been itchin' to climb that tree since this afternoon. Don't move."
"Hurry, dammit," the brunet giggled.
The sight of Dominic climbing through his window was one that Matthew knew he'd never forget. It was like something out of a dream until the overeager blond tripped and fell, hitting the floor with a grunt. He recovered quickly though, and blushed, laughing.
"That wasn't too smooth, was it?"
"It was perfect."
Matthew swallowed and sat up, continuing to hold the sheet as close to his body. He reached out to turn on his light, but a hand shot out and stopped him. Matthew gasped again, this time at the feel of Dominic's hand wrapped around his wrist so firmly.
"Don' do that," the blond whispered, sitting down next to him on the bed, "please. Leave it off."
"O-okay."
"Still shy?"
"No," Matthew whispered. Dominic moved closer, toeing his shoes off before resting his head on Matthew's pillow.
"C'mon, blue eyes," he motioned to the bed, "relax."
His chest heaving, Matthew obeyed, the sheet falling down his body as he did. The two of them turned onto their sides, Dominic drinking in the sight before him with a stifled groan.
"Fuckin' gorgeous," he whispered, inching closer, putting one hand out tenatively. "Can I..?" His eyes met the brunet's, Dominic silently begging for permission to touch Matthew again. He nearly exploded with happiness when nervous blue eyes nodded at him. He reached out and stroked one perfect shoulder slowly, his eyes fixated at the sight of Matthew's chest. Once he had traversed that patch of skin, he let his hand fall slightly, fingertips drifting across Matthew's breastbone, then down his stomach, the brunet shivering at the sensation. At the sound of a soft sigh leaving his lips, Dominic looked up; Matthew's eyes were closed, mouth hung open, his breath coming shakily.
Dominic's groin tightened. His hand drifted further south, Matthew sighing when the fingertips that were working him into a frenzy skimmed the waistband of his boxers. Dominic spoke softly.
"You ain't gonna make me stop this time, are ya?"
He panicked as the uncertainty flashed across Matthew's face again for a moment. Then, just as quickly it faded, and the brunet shook his head. Matthew rolled over onto his back, kicking the sheet aside as the moonlight spilled onto his body, casting an otherworldly glow on his skin.
"Nah. I'm tired of pissin' around. If you're gonna touch me, then fuckin' well touch me."
As soon as the words had escaped Matthew's mouth it was as though his shyness had officially left the building. He fixed his eyes on the blond, licking his lips while beckoning Dominic to come closer. With dark eyes the blond leaned in slowly, Matthew marvelling at the sheer sex that seemed to emanate from the man in his bed. Grey eyes framed by long eyelashes paired with a full, lush pair of lips equaled a very hot and bothered Matthew.
Dominic's heart continued to pound away in his chest as he closed the distance between the two of them. It was strange, he was shivering with anticipation at the thought of touching his lips to Matthew's again, but at the same time he was enjoying the electricity in the air between them. Their breaths mingled sweetly, Dominic reaching out to caress Matthew's cheek.
"So soft," he whispered into moist, parted lips, "warm... oh God."
In the end Matthew was the one who made the first move; he leaned forward, kissing Dominic's mouth lightly. With a moan and a visible shudder, Matthew pulled away quickly, falling back onto his pillow, panting.
"Please," Dominic begged softly, positioning himself atop the ebony-haired man. Both men groaned, Matthew's raging hard-on digging into the bulge in Dominic's jean-clad groin. Dominic cupped Matthew's face in his hands, his thumbs caressing sharp cheekbones.
"Please, Matty," Dominic repeated.
Matthew nodded, Dominic bringing their lips together properly this time. Hands tangled in blond hair, tongues slid against each other feverishly, and strong bare legs wound their way around Dominic's waist. They continued to kiss and touch each other, hands exploring previously unknown territory. Dominic wanted more, though, so he slid slowly down the flushed body he was laying on top of.
When he finally flicked his tongue against one of the hard nipples on Matthew's chest, Dominic groaned aloud. The taste of the hard, hot nub made the blond's brain buzz pleasantly. He took his time giving both nipples attention; a wet lick, a hard bite, a lazy suck, over and over, until the dark haired man beneath Dominic was reduced to a blubbering, horny mess.
"Oh," Matthew moaned, arching his back, the sweat rolling down his forehead. "Oh, yeah..."
"Y'like that, blue eyes?"
The answer came lowly, as Matthew's hands moved from Dominic's hair, latching instead onto Dominic's shoulders. "Mmm hmm."
Dominic grinned, his mouth moving even further down Matthew's body. Encouraged by the brunet's reactions thus far, Dominic snagged the waistband of Matthew's boxers with his teeth for a moment before releasing them.
"Hey," he whispered. Matthew raised his head, his eyes dark, glittering and questioning.
Dominic leaned in, placing a chaste kiss to Matthew's happy trail before continuing. "Now's the time to say if this ain't okay."
His head fell back, hitting the pillow as he cackled loudly. "The tent in my boxers, like, three inches from your face, oughta tell ya it's more than okay." The blond nodded with a chuckle of his own before returning to business. He rested his cheek against the tent in question, gasping. Dominic couldn't help it, through the thin cotton he could feel the heat emanating from Matthew's arousal. Add that to the heady night air, and it all added up to one horny blond. He nuzzled the hard cock with his cheek softly, leaning in to kiss the head of it through the material.
Matthew grunted, his hands digging into Dominic's shoulders. "C'mon."
The blond removed his mouth long enough to pull Matthew's boxers down his legs, the brunet kicking them aside. In one fluid movement Dominic managed to position himself between pale, spread legs, leaning down to take the head of Matthew's cock into his mouth.
Matthew's mouth was hung open in a filthy grin. Having a man's mouth on his dick after so many nights lying awake dreaming about it was doing his head in. Every tight suck and lick from Dominic's tongue were setting his entire body flame. Even the simple bobbing of the mattress beneath his body was erotic.
"Oooooh," Matthew groaned, biting his lip. He raised his head, spellbound by the sight of Dominic going at it with everything he had, especially as his sucks increased in speed and intensity.
For Dominic's part, he was busy mapping every inch of the cock inside his mouth with his tongue, paying special attention to Matthew's reactions as he did. He wanted another glimpse of those blue eyes, though, so he lifted his mouth off, keeping the sweating brunet on edge with his hand.
"Look at me," Dominic commanded softly.
Matthew raised himself up on his elbows, his eyes wide and frenzied; said eyes followed a path down Dominic's arm, coming to rest on the sure hand that was jerking him so expertly.
"Fuck, you're a sight," Dominic whispered, his free hand sliding beneath Matthew's bare ass, the brunet raising his hips. "I wanna do so many dirty things with ya, blue eyes."
Matthew nodded, his eyes going dark. "Please."
"Would ya let me?"
"Mmmm."
Carefully Dominic let one finger slide between Matthew's cheeks, the blond's heart pounding in his chest as he simply brushed against the core of the brunet's body. "Everything?"
Matthew thought he might come from just the sound of Dominic's voice in his ear, his words flowing like molasses into his mind. Every pore on his body seemed to sing in pleasure as it was, but even more so when Dominic touched him there, where only Matthew's hands had been until then. To think that Dominic wanted him so completely, well, he knew that he'd most likely never be able to tell him no. Dominic was so confident, so sexy, so fucking sure of what he wanted that it was immensley appealing. Matthew took a deep breath and answered him.
"Yeah."
In response, Dominic scooted close for a quick, wet kiss that took both their breaths away. Just as quickly he was releasing Matthew's lips with a smack so he could continue sucking the brunet into oblivion. That's just what he did, his mouth watering as the cock in his mouth began leaking slightly, the taste of Matthew sending his senses reeling. Dominic concentrated on the sounds coming from Matthew, a cacophony of grunts and moans and, unless Dominic was losing his mind, growls.
Wait, do what now?
He raised his head and stopped sucking, allowing Matthew's cock to slip from his mouth reluctantly. He wasn' t sure what to do next, except stare at the third party who had been privy to their little session, the third party who looked like she wanted to rip Dominic's face off.
"Oh, shit. Easy, girl."
Daisy was positively glaring at Dominic, her hound ears trembling as she growled at the blond.
"Why'd you stop?" Matthew whined, until he burst out laughing at the sight of Dominic so clearly scared of his dog.
"She won't bite, will she?" the blond whispered. Daisy let out a couple menacing barks, causing Dominic to yelp, jumping backwards and falling off the side of Matthew's bed.
"Hey, girl, be nice," Matthew hissed, standing with a wince to lead her into the other room, "he belongs here." Dominic, who had managed to make it back onto the bed, blushed at the final words of Matthew's statement to the scorned girl. The brunet shut the door and leaned against it, laughing nervously.
"I'm sorry 'bout that, she-"
But Dominic had raised his hand in a wordless plea for silence. He was transfixed at the sight of the naked man in front of him, his body slightly flushed with want, his hair wild and messy, his cock dark and heavy against his hip. At once he launched himself at Matthew, their lips crashing together again. The blond sank to his knees, reaching out for Matthew's hands. He placed a kiss to each of them and guided them to his hair. With a kiss to the tip of Matthew's cock he said:
"Fuck my mouth, blue eyes."
Blue eyes didn't have to be told twice. Sinking into Dominic's mouth felt every bit as good as he'd known it would. Matthew dug his fingers into Dominic's scalp, the golden strands feeling like silk between his fingers. He pumped his hips faster, his eyes rolling back in his head when Dominic's sucks turned even more intense. The hand that wasn't grasping his lower back crept up his thigh, cupping his balls to massage them softly.
Matthew groaned, the sweat dripping from his brow as he struggled to maintain his pace. He was close as it was, and when he finally dared to glance down his body the sight of Dominic's mouth so full of his cock prompted him to thrust even harder. A thumb swiping against his balls again was all it took for him to finally come with a loud, filthy grunt. He sank back against the door, the utter picture of extreme satisfaction. Dominic stood once Matthew had calmed a little and placed a kiss to his ear, his hands tracing patterns on Matthew's sweat-soaked chest.
"Fuckin' delicious."
Matthew forced his eyes open, still panting, and brought Dominic's lips to his own, whispering words of thanks into the blond's plump lips. He pushed Dominic down onto the bed and straddled his waist.
"You don't have to," the blond said, "if y'ain't comfortable. I promise."
"But," Matthew purred, unfastening Dominic's jeans, "I'm so damn good with my mouth."
The huge grin on the sweating blond's face a few minutes later was evidence that Matthew could indeed give as well as he got. The two of them fell asleep in each other's arms, and they both reckoned that as far as first dates went, this one had been a success.
Author: millionstar
Pairing: Belldom, AU
Rating: This part, NC-17
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 | Seven | Eight | Nine
Past the barrier of fogged-up truck windows, Dominic and Matthew were silent, content to merely hold each other as close as possible in the dark. Suffice it to say, they were a little worn out from their hour long make-out session and needed to take a break. Matthew shifted in the blond's arms and yawned.
"Sleepy?" Dominic asked, placing a soft kiss to the top of Matthew's hand.
"Hmm, a little," Matthew nodded, turning to face Dominic. He smiled lazily, rubbing his swollen, kiss-wrecked lips. "Sorry."
"Ain't nothin' to be sorry for, silly. It's late, and I reckon you've gotta be at the store early in the mornin', don't ya?"
"Around 5 or so. But I don't wanna-" Matthew paused, running one of his hands through Dominic's hair.
"What?"
"I don't wanna stop... this."
"So let's don't," Dominic whispered. He pushed Matthew down so that he was lying flat against the seat of the truck. In no time at all he began nibbling Matthew's neck. "At least not right yet. Yeah?" He kissed Matthew's pulse point wetly.
Matthew gasped, Dominic's kisses to his neck sending delicious shocks throughout his body. "'Kay," he breathed, bringing Dominic's lips to his own again, "just... fuck, don't stop touchin' me."
They struggled to get comfortable, Dominic cursing the fact that his truck had no backseat to dive into.
"Let's get in the back," Matthew panted into his lips, "more room."
Dominic nodded, their mouths devouring each other's, Matthew's hands fisting in blond hair. Blindly Dominic reached for the door, popping it open, the two of them still kissing as they stumbled out into the hot night air. Matthew released him, sprinting to the back of the truck and climbing inside; at the same time Dominic grabbed the blanket that was nestled behind the seat, slammed the door shut, and jumped into the back, joining a smirking Matthew.
"A blanket? You've done this before, ain't you?"
"Nah. The blanket's in there cos I like to sometimes lie back here and look at the stars." Dominic smiled bashfully, spreading the blanket out and making himself comfortable.
"That's awful sweet," Matthew grinned, kneeling before him. Dominic reached out and pulled Matthew down into his arms, holding him as tightly as he could. They stayed like that for some time, not talking, just feeling and enjoying each other. After a while Dominic spoke.
"What you thinkin' 'bout?"
"Was just wonderin' if we'd be able to fit in Stella's backseat like this. I don't reckon we could."
"Then that settles it," Dominic proclaimed, "you ain't drivin' next time we go out!"
Matthew raised his head, kissing Dominic's cheek softly. "Next time?"
"Uh, well, I mean, y'know, if ya want to, haha," Dominic giggled nervously.
"'Course I wanna." Matthew sat up, straddling Dominic's waist, Dominic wincing when he did. "You ok?"
"Yeah, truck bed's just hard. Let me just-" He struggled to get comfortable against the metallic surface but it was no good. Even an arm full of Matthew couldn't distract him from the fact that his back was beginning to hurt. "Shit."
"Well, we could..."
"Hmm?"
"We could go back to my place maybe?"
As soon as the words left Matthew's mouth he looked away, his face flushing bright red. He chastised himself; he'd probably gone too far just then and ruined the moment by being so overeager. It had been too much, though, the way he and Dominic had teased each other so relentlessly the past few days. Not to mention the fact that it had been months, so, so many long months since he'd been touched by another man. It was intoxicating, everything that he and Dominic had done this evening, from the dancing to the touches to the kisses that took his breath away.
It was only natural that he didn't want it to end. A knock to the window behind him startled him and he jumped. Dominic was already behind the wheel, grinning at him from behind the glass.
"C'mon then!"
Matthew shook his head with a grin of his own and jumped off the truckbed, getting in and sliding close to Dominic. He instinctively made to put his head on Dominic's shoulder but stopped hmself at the last second and moved back toward his side of the truck.
"Heyyyy," Dominic whined, putting one hand on Matthew's knee, "git back over here, you."
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"Um, your daddy ain't gonna mind me bein' here so late, right?" Dominic asked, biting his lip as he killed the engine.
"What?"
"I mean, like your mama ain't gonna barge in with a shotgun or anything, is she?"
Matthew stared at him for a beat before bursting into raucous laughter. "No!"
"I was just askin'! Was a fair question I think!"
"Mama and daddy ain't like that. They let me come and go as I please. Stop worryin', yeah?" Matthew lifted Dominic's chin and looked into his eyes. "C'mon up. Please."
They climbed the stairs to Matthew's apartment quietly. When the brunet unlocked the door and opened it, he stood aside, allowing Dominic to enter first. The rooms were dark, save for a sliver of light coming from beneath one of the doors in the hallway. Matthew walked toward it and excused himself.
"Be right back, have a seat."
"Okay," Dominic smiled, taking in his surroundings. Matthew had told him that Jacob built this set of rooms all by himself, and the blond was very impressed with what he saw. The rooms were furnished sparsely, well, at least the tiny living room where Dominic was standing seemed to be. A small couch, more the size of a love seat, rested against the wall. Dominic walked over to it and sat down, crossing his long legs and making himself comfortable.
"Sorry 'bout that, needed to check on my dog." Matthew sat down next to Dominic. He reached behind himself, turning on the small lamp behind the couch. Before he could turn around, the blond pounced , pushing Matthew down, kissing him yet again. After a few minutes he leaned in to pay closer attention to Matthew's collarbone and neck, pulling the collar of the brunet's shirt down as far as it would go, which wasn't far at all. Luckily for Dominic, Matthew unbuttoned his shirt to give the blond better access. He stretched, putting one arm behind his head, his shirt falling open deliciously, then thought better of it and brought it back to his chest.
"Wait," Dominic whispered. "Don't move."
Matthew frowned, shifting his position suddenly, the action causing the blond to whine aloud, "No, no - put yer arm back behind yer head again. Please?"
"O-okay." He tried to relax against the tiny couch, which wasn't exactly easy with a lap full of Dominic Howard, but still, he steeled himself, shivering when Dominic leaned forward, kissing his shoulder lightly. The skin beneath his lips was soft and smelled faintly of sandalwood, and as Dominic scooted down his body just a bit Matthew put his free arm around the blond's bare back. Dominic raised his head, surprised and pleased that Matthew was being so proactive now.
"Y'feel good, that's all" he blushed. "Is this okay?"
"Hell, yeah. S'ok as long as I don't fall off this damn thing," Dominic groaned, struggling to straighten his legs out as best he could.
"You wanna move-"
"No!" The blond exclaimed. No, he did not want to move. Looking back down at Matthew, spread out beneath him, one magnificent underarm so blatantly on display, he knew there was no way he was going to move. He leaned in again, continuing his kisses along Matthew's collarbone; kisses laced with wet licks and gentle nibbles. Matthew gasped each time Dominic's mouth touched him, especially when, during one particularly hot kiss to his neck, he could feel one of Dominic's nipples, rock hard, digging into his chest.
It fueled his desire that much more, helping the last of his nerves to float away. Emboldened, he put his hand beneath Dominic's chin, his hand grazing the stubble there, and brought the blond's lips to his own. With a smile Dominic kissed him, deeply, wetly, completely, until the two of them were breathless. Coming up for air, he rested his head against Matthew's neck, his final destination right in front of him.
The way the pale skin curved at the base of Matthew's underarm was fascinating to Dominic, and the blond reached out finally to caress it with one finger. The blond groaned aloud, his mouth watering.
Matthew yelped, giggling. "Dom, stop tha-haha-t!"
"C'mon blue eyes," the other man whispered, "please?"
"Fuckin' tickles!"
"Lie still," Dominic pleaded. Matthew oblliged, his breath coming shakily as Dominic's nose nudged the inside of his upper arm. He shivered, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Close yer eyes. Please, Matty."
That was the first time Dominic had called him Matty, and the use of his nickname went straight to Matthew's cock. He did as asked, and gasped as a soft tongue circled the outer edge of his underarm.
"Makin' me so hot," Dominic whispered, nuzzling the dark hair he encountered with his nose, groaning aloud.
"Me?" the brunet gasped.
Dominic brought Matthew's free hand into his own, snaking between their bodies to find the bulge in the blond's jeans. "You."
Matthew's eyes shot open at the feel of another man's cock beneath his hand. He could see a head of golden hair on the left side of his chest, Dominic continuing to give attention to this sensitive part of his body. Curious, he moved his hand experimentally, rubbing the rock-hard skin he found beneath thin denim, his eyes widening.
"Ungghhh," Dominic moaned against his underarm, Matthew pulling his hand away quickly. He sat up, gently pushing Dominic away.
"Woah, what's wrong?"
"I'm sorry," Matthew whispered, hanging his head, "I just, gimme a second. I-"
"Hey, listen," Dominic said quietly, "ain't nothin' to worry about, blue eyes. We can slow down."
"But I don't wanna slow down, I just..."
Dominic patted the couch and beckoned for the torn brunet to sit next to him. He moved to the other side and waited patiently for him to continue.
"I wanna touch ya, I just." He groaned, his head now in his hands. "This is embarrassin'. I don't know what - I mean, I ain't never..."
"Ohhh. I see."
"I'm sorry. It's okay now, I was just nervous." Matthew climbed into Dominic's lap and kissed him. "Forget about it."
"Mmm-wait," the blond replied, lips smacking against Matthew's own before releasing them, "I don't wanna forget about it. I ain't gonna feel right thinkin' I'm pushin' you into somethin'. Ain't no hurry, yeah?" The last thing Dominic wanted to do was make Matthew feel uncomfortable in any way. He didn't want the night to end yet, but at the same time he was feeling oddly guilty, as though he'd come on much too strong. "I reckon I should go, you ain't gonna get any rest at this rate."
Matthew was crushed. "You don't want me?" he whispered. He climbed off Dominic and reached for his shirt, pulling it back on slowly
"Good sweet lord, boy," Dominic exclaimed, wide-eyed, "of course I want ya. So fuckin' much that it kills me. But we've got plenty of time." He smiled and stood, despite every impulse in his body to remain on this small, cramped couch, Matthew in his arms.
"Oh. Okay."
"Hey," the blond whispered, "none of that. Gimme a smile. Please? And tell me I can see ya again tomorrow?"
"'Course y'can. Tomorrow," Matthew nodded, smiling. Dominic kissed him and walked to the front door. He turned back to Matthew, his hand on the doorknob.
"Call me, yeah?" he grinned.
"You know it."
And just like that he was gone. Matthew sighed, switching his lamp off and prepared for bed. He brushed his teeth and stripped, grabbing a clean pair of boxers and slipping into them. He got into bed and sighed. It was much too hot to sleep, really, and he was already restless. Turning over, his eyes caught sight of his cell phone on his nightstand next to his wallet. If it ended up being a mistake, well, it wouldn't be the first one he'd ever made. Life was too short not to go after what you wanted, and he wanted Dominic Howard more than anything right now.
After all, he did say to call, didn't he? Matthew bit his lip and dialed the number. Dominic answered on the first ring.
"Well hello, you!"
Matthew took a deep breath. "Look. You're right, we do have all the time in the world, I reckon. But all I know is that we're both grown men who're attracted to each other like mad. And that I'm in bed now and want ya here with me more than anything. So turn the fuckin' truck around, Dominic. Now."
There was silence on the other end of the line, but only for a moment. Matthew could hear the smile in Dominic's voice.
"Yes, sir!"
Matthew hung up and closed his eyes, stretching, smiling. In what seemed like no time at all he could hear the truck pulling into his drive. His phone rang.
"Is your room... is your window open?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"I'm comin' up that way. Been itchin' to climb that tree since this afternoon. Don't move."
"Hurry, dammit," the brunet giggled.
The sight of Dominic climbing through his window was one that Matthew knew he'd never forget. It was like something out of a dream until the overeager blond tripped and fell, hitting the floor with a grunt. He recovered quickly though, and blushed, laughing.
"That wasn't too smooth, was it?"
"It was perfect."
Matthew swallowed and sat up, continuing to hold the sheet as close to his body. He reached out to turn on his light, but a hand shot out and stopped him. Matthew gasped again, this time at the feel of Dominic's hand wrapped around his wrist so firmly.
"Don' do that," the blond whispered, sitting down next to him on the bed, "please. Leave it off."
"O-okay."
"Still shy?"
"No," Matthew whispered. Dominic moved closer, toeing his shoes off before resting his head on Matthew's pillow.
"C'mon, blue eyes," he motioned to the bed, "relax."
His chest heaving, Matthew obeyed, the sheet falling down his body as he did. The two of them turned onto their sides, Dominic drinking in the sight before him with a stifled groan.
"Fuckin' gorgeous," he whispered, inching closer, putting one hand out tenatively. "Can I..?" His eyes met the brunet's, Dominic silently begging for permission to touch Matthew again. He nearly exploded with happiness when nervous blue eyes nodded at him. He reached out and stroked one perfect shoulder slowly, his eyes fixated at the sight of Matthew's chest. Once he had traversed that patch of skin, he let his hand fall slightly, fingertips drifting across Matthew's breastbone, then down his stomach, the brunet shivering at the sensation. At the sound of a soft sigh leaving his lips, Dominic looked up; Matthew's eyes were closed, mouth hung open, his breath coming shakily.
Dominic's groin tightened. His hand drifted further south, Matthew sighing when the fingertips that were working him into a frenzy skimmed the waistband of his boxers. Dominic spoke softly.
"You ain't gonna make me stop this time, are ya?"
He panicked as the uncertainty flashed across Matthew's face again for a moment. Then, just as quickly it faded, and the brunet shook his head. Matthew rolled over onto his back, kicking the sheet aside as the moonlight spilled onto his body, casting an otherworldly glow on his skin.
"Nah. I'm tired of pissin' around. If you're gonna touch me, then fuckin' well touch me."
As soon as the words had escaped Matthew's mouth it was as though his shyness had officially left the building. He fixed his eyes on the blond, licking his lips while beckoning Dominic to come closer. With dark eyes the blond leaned in slowly, Matthew marvelling at the sheer sex that seemed to emanate from the man in his bed. Grey eyes framed by long eyelashes paired with a full, lush pair of lips equaled a very hot and bothered Matthew.
Dominic's heart continued to pound away in his chest as he closed the distance between the two of them. It was strange, he was shivering with anticipation at the thought of touching his lips to Matthew's again, but at the same time he was enjoying the electricity in the air between them. Their breaths mingled sweetly, Dominic reaching out to caress Matthew's cheek.
"So soft," he whispered into moist, parted lips, "warm... oh God."
In the end Matthew was the one who made the first move; he leaned forward, kissing Dominic's mouth lightly. With a moan and a visible shudder, Matthew pulled away quickly, falling back onto his pillow, panting.
"Please," Dominic begged softly, positioning himself atop the ebony-haired man. Both men groaned, Matthew's raging hard-on digging into the bulge in Dominic's jean-clad groin. Dominic cupped Matthew's face in his hands, his thumbs caressing sharp cheekbones.
"Please, Matty," Dominic repeated.
Matthew nodded, Dominic bringing their lips together properly this time. Hands tangled in blond hair, tongues slid against each other feverishly, and strong bare legs wound their way around Dominic's waist. They continued to kiss and touch each other, hands exploring previously unknown territory. Dominic wanted more, though, so he slid slowly down the flushed body he was laying on top of.
When he finally flicked his tongue against one of the hard nipples on Matthew's chest, Dominic groaned aloud. The taste of the hard, hot nub made the blond's brain buzz pleasantly. He took his time giving both nipples attention; a wet lick, a hard bite, a lazy suck, over and over, until the dark haired man beneath Dominic was reduced to a blubbering, horny mess.
"Oh," Matthew moaned, arching his back, the sweat rolling down his forehead. "Oh, yeah..."
"Y'like that, blue eyes?"
The answer came lowly, as Matthew's hands moved from Dominic's hair, latching instead onto Dominic's shoulders. "Mmm hmm."
Dominic grinned, his mouth moving even further down Matthew's body. Encouraged by the brunet's reactions thus far, Dominic snagged the waistband of Matthew's boxers with his teeth for a moment before releasing them.
"Hey," he whispered. Matthew raised his head, his eyes dark, glittering and questioning.
Dominic leaned in, placing a chaste kiss to Matthew's happy trail before continuing. "Now's the time to say if this ain't okay."
His head fell back, hitting the pillow as he cackled loudly. "The tent in my boxers, like, three inches from your face, oughta tell ya it's more than okay." The blond nodded with a chuckle of his own before returning to business. He rested his cheek against the tent in question, gasping. Dominic couldn't help it, through the thin cotton he could feel the heat emanating from Matthew's arousal. Add that to the heady night air, and it all added up to one horny blond. He nuzzled the hard cock with his cheek softly, leaning in to kiss the head of it through the material.
Matthew grunted, his hands digging into Dominic's shoulders. "C'mon."
The blond removed his mouth long enough to pull Matthew's boxers down his legs, the brunet kicking them aside. In one fluid movement Dominic managed to position himself between pale, spread legs, leaning down to take the head of Matthew's cock into his mouth.
Matthew's mouth was hung open in a filthy grin. Having a man's mouth on his dick after so many nights lying awake dreaming about it was doing his head in. Every tight suck and lick from Dominic's tongue were setting his entire body flame. Even the simple bobbing of the mattress beneath his body was erotic.
"Oooooh," Matthew groaned, biting his lip. He raised his head, spellbound by the sight of Dominic going at it with everything he had, especially as his sucks increased in speed and intensity.
For Dominic's part, he was busy mapping every inch of the cock inside his mouth with his tongue, paying special attention to Matthew's reactions as he did. He wanted another glimpse of those blue eyes, though, so he lifted his mouth off, keeping the sweating brunet on edge with his hand.
"Look at me," Dominic commanded softly.
Matthew raised himself up on his elbows, his eyes wide and frenzied; said eyes followed a path down Dominic's arm, coming to rest on the sure hand that was jerking him so expertly.
"Fuck, you're a sight," Dominic whispered, his free hand sliding beneath Matthew's bare ass, the brunet raising his hips. "I wanna do so many dirty things with ya, blue eyes."
Matthew nodded, his eyes going dark. "Please."
"Would ya let me?"
"Mmmm."
Carefully Dominic let one finger slide between Matthew's cheeks, the blond's heart pounding in his chest as he simply brushed against the core of the brunet's body. "Everything?"
Matthew thought he might come from just the sound of Dominic's voice in his ear, his words flowing like molasses into his mind. Every pore on his body seemed to sing in pleasure as it was, but even more so when Dominic touched him there, where only Matthew's hands had been until then. To think that Dominic wanted him so completely, well, he knew that he'd most likely never be able to tell him no. Dominic was so confident, so sexy, so fucking sure of what he wanted that it was immensley appealing. Matthew took a deep breath and answered him.
"Yeah."
In response, Dominic scooted close for a quick, wet kiss that took both their breaths away. Just as quickly he was releasing Matthew's lips with a smack so he could continue sucking the brunet into oblivion. That's just what he did, his mouth watering as the cock in his mouth began leaking slightly, the taste of Matthew sending his senses reeling. Dominic concentrated on the sounds coming from Matthew, a cacophony of grunts and moans and, unless Dominic was losing his mind, growls.
Wait, do what now?
He raised his head and stopped sucking, allowing Matthew's cock to slip from his mouth reluctantly. He wasn' t sure what to do next, except stare at the third party who had been privy to their little session, the third party who looked like she wanted to rip Dominic's face off.
"Oh, shit. Easy, girl."
Daisy was positively glaring at Dominic, her hound ears trembling as she growled at the blond.
"Why'd you stop?" Matthew whined, until he burst out laughing at the sight of Dominic so clearly scared of his dog.
"She won't bite, will she?" the blond whispered. Daisy let out a couple menacing barks, causing Dominic to yelp, jumping backwards and falling off the side of Matthew's bed.
"Hey, girl, be nice," Matthew hissed, standing with a wince to lead her into the other room, "he belongs here." Dominic, who had managed to make it back onto the bed, blushed at the final words of Matthew's statement to the scorned girl. The brunet shut the door and leaned against it, laughing nervously.
"I'm sorry 'bout that, she-"
But Dominic had raised his hand in a wordless plea for silence. He was transfixed at the sight of the naked man in front of him, his body slightly flushed with want, his hair wild and messy, his cock dark and heavy against his hip. At once he launched himself at Matthew, their lips crashing together again. The blond sank to his knees, reaching out for Matthew's hands. He placed a kiss to each of them and guided them to his hair. With a kiss to the tip of Matthew's cock he said:
"Fuck my mouth, blue eyes."
Blue eyes didn't have to be told twice. Sinking into Dominic's mouth felt every bit as good as he'd known it would. Matthew dug his fingers into Dominic's scalp, the golden strands feeling like silk between his fingers. He pumped his hips faster, his eyes rolling back in his head when Dominic's sucks turned even more intense. The hand that wasn't grasping his lower back crept up his thigh, cupping his balls to massage them softly.
Matthew groaned, the sweat dripping from his brow as he struggled to maintain his pace. He was close as it was, and when he finally dared to glance down his body the sight of Dominic's mouth so full of his cock prompted him to thrust even harder. A thumb swiping against his balls again was all it took for him to finally come with a loud, filthy grunt. He sank back against the door, the utter picture of extreme satisfaction. Dominic stood once Matthew had calmed a little and placed a kiss to his ear, his hands tracing patterns on Matthew's sweat-soaked chest.
"Fuckin' delicious."
Matthew forced his eyes open, still panting, and brought Dominic's lips to his own, whispering words of thanks into the blond's plump lips. He pushed Dominic down onto the bed and straddled his waist.
"You don't have to," the blond said, "if y'ain't comfortable. I promise."
"But," Matthew purred, unfastening Dominic's jeans, "I'm so damn good with my mouth."
The huge grin on the sweating blond's face a few minutes later was evidence that Matthew could indeed give as well as he got. The two of them fell asleep in each other's arms, and they both reckoned that as far as first dates went, this one had been a success.