Son Of A Preacher Man (13/?)
Title: Son Of A Preacher Man (13/?)
Author: millionstar
Pairing: Belldom, AU
Rating: This part, R
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 | Ten | Eleven | | Twelve
The next few days flew by in something of a blur for the boys. Matthew was increasingly busy at Bellamy's and Dominic was spending alot of time preparing for his first day of work. Together, this left little time for them to see each other properly. They'd made time to indulge in an hour long make-out session in Stella late one night, and had shared a few stolen kisses in the woods behind Dominic's house on another occasion; but stolen moments, while wonderful, aren't always enough. They were eager to recreate the night they spent together in Matthew's bed, they just needed for fate to cut them a break.
Matthew woke on Saturday morning, thankfully this was a Saturday morning when he had the day off from store responsibilities. He turned over and instantly reached for his cell phone. It had become a part of his morning routine; wake up, stretch, check for texts from sexy blonds.
(morning, gorgeous)
The brunet smiled, his lower lip snagged between his teeth, and fell back onto his pillow. He wiggled his rear happily into the bed, getting comfortable. He typed out a reply...
(morning, sexy)
...and rolled over, pressing his cheek into the pillow Dominic slept on when he stayed the night. Sleepily, he nuzzled it and prepared to fall back asleep, until his phone rang, that is. He grabbed the phone and brought it to his ear, a seductive, sleep-soaked voice washing over him.
"Call me sexy again."
"I can do more than that."
"Tell me more."
Matthew arched his back, his hand sliding down his body. "I-"
A knock at his door stopped him in his tracks. He removed his hand and groaned loudly.
"Shit," Dominic whispered, "are you...? Ooh, don't stop...."
"No, no," Matthew giggled, "someone's at my door, I mean. Call you back in a bit?"
"Oh! Course. And y'damn well better call me back!"
"I will," he promised, hanging up. He stood, wrapping his sheet around his waist, and made his way to the front door, Daisy shuffling behind him. When she saw Chris standing on the other side of the glass door, Daisy barked happily, her tail beating against Matthew's bare leg. He smiled and opened the door.
"C'mon in here, you!"
"Mornin', Matty," Chris said, "I'm sorry to come over so early on a Saturday mornin'."
"Nah, don't be!" He motioned for Chris to sit down, Matthew himself perching on the arm of a chair.
"Nice toga," he smirked.
Matthew rolled his eyes. "Charming. What's up?"
"Was wonderin' if you and Dominic might want to come over this afternoon and help me get the rest of the machinery up and runnin', now that I've got the rest of the parts? I hate t'ask ya to sacrifice your day off, but I reckon we could finish it today if we all pitch in." He held his head in his hands, sighing. "And I'm so stressed with the baby comin' that if I can get this off my mind I'll feel a lot better."
"Nah, glad to help, you know that! As for Dominic, I'll ask him right now. Daisy, girl, keep Chris company, yeah?" The dog positively beamed and threw herself onto Chris' lap on the couch, Chris giggling.
"Aww, I love ya too, sweet girl!"
Matthew sent Dominic a text asking him if he would be up for Chris' proposal. In no time at all the blond replied that he'd love to help out, and told Matthew to let him know when to be at the farm. Just when everything had been sussed out, and Chris was getting ready to leave, Matthew's phone alerted him to the fact that he had another message. He clicked on it and smiled.
(wear tight jeans, blue eyes)
"So, it's goin' well?" Chris asked from the door, amused at the dreamy look in Matthew's eyes.
"Yeah, it is," the brunet smiled.
"Good. See y'all later on, ok? I gotta make a couple stops but I'll be there soon as I can!"
One hour later...
"We shouldn't," Matthew gasped between kisses. He arched his back, Dominic's bare chest pressing against his own. "N-not here...."
"Been too long," Dominic whispered, his hand making quick work of Matthew's jeans. "Losin' my mind, Matty. Wanna touch ya."
"Someone might see..."
"Ain't noone here, and we'll hear Chris' truck when he pulls in. I figure we got a few minutes. C'mon."
Even though Matthew wanted to protest further, the feeling of Dominic's hand pressing against his denim-clad cock seemed to take his ability to protest and toss it out the proverbial window.
Their lips met hotly, Dominic's hand pushing Matthew's jeans down so he could rub him through his boxers.
He slid his hand deeper into the fabric until it found the hard, hot flesh it was craving. "Mmm, there y'are," the blond grinned into Matthew's mouth.
The brunet's head hit the wooden wall when he threw his head back in pleasure.
"Sweet. Jesus."
The two of them turned, shock on their faces, to see who'd been privy to their little show. Her eyes were wide, and she clutched her burgeoning belly as she gaped at the two of them.
"The hell are you two doin'?"
"Oh God!" Matthew gasped, stuffing himself back into his jeans. Dominic rushed over to her, concern in his eyes.
"You okay, girl?"
Kelly gritted her teeth, smacking the blond on the chest. "You just had yer fuckin' hand down Matty's pants! You think I'm okay after seein' that, boy?!"
"I'm so sorry," Matthew offered, rushing to her side. "Here, sit down."
She winced and doubled over. "It's ok, babe. Oww!" She looked at them, her eyes suddenly fearful. "My water just broke."
"But y'ain't due till next week!" Matthew exclaimed.
"Well, excuse me very fuckin' much, but these things don't always go according to plan, Matty!"
"Should I get some towels," Dominic blurted out, "or boil some water?"
Matthew and Kelly both glanced at him, eyebrows raised.
"Well, I dunno what the hell to do! Always seemed to help in old movies!" he exclaimed. He propped her up with the intention of helping her but she merely smacked him in the arm, harder than before. Dominic's eyes were the size of saucers as he looked up, his face indignant. He rubbed his arm.
"Woman, stop smackin' me! That hurts! Probably gonna leave a mark!"
"Ok, let's calm down," Matthew said, getting between them.
Her eyes narrowed. "You really wanna talk to me about pain right now? You call me 'woman' again, and I'll damn well show you pain, boy!"
"Boy?!"
"Enough!" Matthew yelled.
"Get the fuckin' truck, call Chris, and get me to the got damn hospital!" she screamed.
Eleven hours later...
The two of them sat next to each other in the small waiting room of the local hospital, Dominic tapping his foot nervously against the tiled floor, Matthew biting his thumbnail down to nearly nothing. Chris had arrived shortly after they'd arrived at the ER with Kelly. He didn't stop to speak to them, instead heading straight for the desk, the nurse on duty escorting him back to the maternity ward.
"D'ya reckon he's gonna kill us?" Dominic said meekly.
"Naw. Well. I mean, I don't reckon so. Maybe a little." Matthew blushed. "What if somethin' went wrong? Why haven't we heard anything yet?"
"Youngins like to come into the world on their terms," a voice behind them said. Mary and Les sat down across from them and made themselves comfortable. "Ain't a thing to be done now but to sit and wait!"
"How you doin', Matty?" Les asked, smacking him on the shoulder. He glanced at Dominic, friendly curiosity dotting his face. "And who's your friend here?"
"My name's Dominic," the blond offered with a smile, "my father's the new preacher down at the church?"
"Oh!" Les exclaimed. "How wonderful to meet you, son! Looking forward to hearing your daddy deliver the word!"
"Thank ya, sir. Really kind of ya!"
"This," Matthew interjected, "by the way, is Kelly's aunt and uncle, Lester and Mary."
Pleasantries were exchanged and the four of them made small talk for the next hour, Dominic making the occasional trip to the coffee machine. They were both tired and hungry and at one point Matthew found himself wishing he could rest his head on Dominic's shoulder, or that he could lace his fingers through the blond's for just a few minutes. But with Les and Mary sitting across from them, that wasn't exactly an option.
Right?
Would the world come to an end if he dared to reach out for a little comfort from Dominic in public? A mere brushing together of the fingers, a simple linking together of the arms... these were things couples indulged in literally every minute of every day. Instead, though, they settled for the occasional glance into each other's eyes, communicating on the most basic level of all.
Just when the four of them had run out of things to talk about, finally, after twelve hours, Chris peeked his head into the waiting room and pointed at Les and Mary with a big grin on his face.
"She's askin' for you two. Go on back, room 12."
The older couple jumped up excitedly, Mary pushing her way to the front.
"What is it?!"
"It's a girl," he grinned.
Hand in hand they hurried through the door to the delivery ward. Matthew and Dominic remained seated as Chris came to stand in front of them. He crossed his arms and regarded them seriously.
Both pairs of eyes were on the floor; Chris could only see two heads of hair, one blond, one ebony.
"Gentlemen."
"Hey," Matthew whispered.
Dominic spoke up, daring to raise his head. "Is she okay?"
"Yeah, but... what the fuck were you two thinkin'?" he asked incredulously, turning around to make sure they were alone. "Kelly had no idea that you were into men, Matty, you knew that."
"I'm so sorry, Chris," he said sadly. Dominic put one hand on his knee and echoed Matthew's sentiment.
Chris kneeled before the two of them and sighed. "Guys, it's okay. She's healthy, the baby's healthy, and that's all that matters. It's forgotten, seriously."
"Thanks," the two of them mumbled, embarrassed.
"But let me be clear," he continued, "if there'd been a problem and she or the baby'd been hurt at all, I'dve been forced to put my foot up both your asses so far you'da been sneezin' out shoelaces. Understood?"
"Yes, Chris." The answer came in unison.
"Do whatever ya wanna do with each other, don't get me wrong! But, just... not in my barn, okay? Or on my property. Or within a mile of my property. Or at least learn to lock a fuckin' door!" He stood, stretching. "You both been here all day long, then?"
"Course! We were worried," Matthew replied.
Impulsively, the new daddy hugged them both. "Thanks, guys. They're gonna let her visit with her aunt and uncle for a couple minutes, then she's supposed to rest. Go home, get something to eat, you must be killed!"
"Can we come back in the mornin'?" Dominic asked hopefully.
"You'd better! She kept tellin' me she needed to apologize to ya, Dominic, for hitting ya too hard? Not sure what she meant by that - I reckon it's the meds they've given her. Anyway, I'm gonna get back in there, see y'all tomorrow!"
The two of them glanced at each other, bursting out in relieved laughter.
"Let's get outta here," Matthew said, the two of them hurrying out the door. Once they were in the night air they broke into a run, heading for Dominic's truck. They climbed in, Dominic driving away with Matthew's head on his shoulder and the brunet's hand on Dominic's thigh.
The blond turned his head, dropping a kiss to the mop of black hair resting against his body. "That was close, blue eyes. I'm so glad she's okay."
"Me too." Matthew shifted, sitting up. He leaned in, kissing Dominic's cheek softly. They maintained that position for the ride to Matthew's apartment, Dominic swooning with each kiss to his cheek and ear. When they neared his driveway Matthew spoke. "You like pancakes?"
"Absofuckinlutely! Y'tryin to tell me there are people who don't like pancakes?"
Matthew giggled. "I was tryin' to tell ya to come over and let me fix us somethin' to eat."
Dominic parked, killed the engine, and turned to his passenger.
"Kiss me first?"
Matthew was more than happy to oblige him.
Author: millionstar
Pairing: Belldom, AU
Rating: This part, R
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 | Ten | Eleven | | Twelve
The next few days flew by in something of a blur for the boys. Matthew was increasingly busy at Bellamy's and Dominic was spending alot of time preparing for his first day of work. Together, this left little time for them to see each other properly. They'd made time to indulge in an hour long make-out session in Stella late one night, and had shared a few stolen kisses in the woods behind Dominic's house on another occasion; but stolen moments, while wonderful, aren't always enough. They were eager to recreate the night they spent together in Matthew's bed, they just needed for fate to cut them a break.
Matthew woke on Saturday morning, thankfully this was a Saturday morning when he had the day off from store responsibilities. He turned over and instantly reached for his cell phone. It had become a part of his morning routine; wake up, stretch, check for texts from sexy blonds.
(morning, gorgeous)
The brunet smiled, his lower lip snagged between his teeth, and fell back onto his pillow. He wiggled his rear happily into the bed, getting comfortable. He typed out a reply...
(morning, sexy)
...and rolled over, pressing his cheek into the pillow Dominic slept on when he stayed the night. Sleepily, he nuzzled it and prepared to fall back asleep, until his phone rang, that is. He grabbed the phone and brought it to his ear, a seductive, sleep-soaked voice washing over him.
"Call me sexy again."
"I can do more than that."
"Tell me more."
Matthew arched his back, his hand sliding down his body. "I-"
A knock at his door stopped him in his tracks. He removed his hand and groaned loudly.
"Shit," Dominic whispered, "are you...? Ooh, don't stop...."
"No, no," Matthew giggled, "someone's at my door, I mean. Call you back in a bit?"
"Oh! Course. And y'damn well better call me back!"
"I will," he promised, hanging up. He stood, wrapping his sheet around his waist, and made his way to the front door, Daisy shuffling behind him. When she saw Chris standing on the other side of the glass door, Daisy barked happily, her tail beating against Matthew's bare leg. He smiled and opened the door.
"C'mon in here, you!"
"Mornin', Matty," Chris said, "I'm sorry to come over so early on a Saturday mornin'."
"Nah, don't be!" He motioned for Chris to sit down, Matthew himself perching on the arm of a chair.
"Nice toga," he smirked.
Matthew rolled his eyes. "Charming. What's up?"
"Was wonderin' if you and Dominic might want to come over this afternoon and help me get the rest of the machinery up and runnin', now that I've got the rest of the parts? I hate t'ask ya to sacrifice your day off, but I reckon we could finish it today if we all pitch in." He held his head in his hands, sighing. "And I'm so stressed with the baby comin' that if I can get this off my mind I'll feel a lot better."
"Nah, glad to help, you know that! As for Dominic, I'll ask him right now. Daisy, girl, keep Chris company, yeah?" The dog positively beamed and threw herself onto Chris' lap on the couch, Chris giggling.
"Aww, I love ya too, sweet girl!"
Matthew sent Dominic a text asking him if he would be up for Chris' proposal. In no time at all the blond replied that he'd love to help out, and told Matthew to let him know when to be at the farm. Just when everything had been sussed out, and Chris was getting ready to leave, Matthew's phone alerted him to the fact that he had another message. He clicked on it and smiled.
(wear tight jeans, blue eyes)
"So, it's goin' well?" Chris asked from the door, amused at the dreamy look in Matthew's eyes.
"Yeah, it is," the brunet smiled.
"Good. See y'all later on, ok? I gotta make a couple stops but I'll be there soon as I can!"
One hour later...
"We shouldn't," Matthew gasped between kisses. He arched his back, Dominic's bare chest pressing against his own. "N-not here...."
"Been too long," Dominic whispered, his hand making quick work of Matthew's jeans. "Losin' my mind, Matty. Wanna touch ya."
"Someone might see..."
"Ain't noone here, and we'll hear Chris' truck when he pulls in. I figure we got a few minutes. C'mon."
Even though Matthew wanted to protest further, the feeling of Dominic's hand pressing against his denim-clad cock seemed to take his ability to protest and toss it out the proverbial window.
Their lips met hotly, Dominic's hand pushing Matthew's jeans down so he could rub him through his boxers.
He slid his hand deeper into the fabric until it found the hard, hot flesh it was craving. "Mmm, there y'are," the blond grinned into Matthew's mouth.
The brunet's head hit the wooden wall when he threw his head back in pleasure.
"Sweet. Jesus."
The two of them turned, shock on their faces, to see who'd been privy to their little show. Her eyes were wide, and she clutched her burgeoning belly as she gaped at the two of them.
"The hell are you two doin'?"
"Oh God!" Matthew gasped, stuffing himself back into his jeans. Dominic rushed over to her, concern in his eyes.
"You okay, girl?"
Kelly gritted her teeth, smacking the blond on the chest. "You just had yer fuckin' hand down Matty's pants! You think I'm okay after seein' that, boy?!"
"I'm so sorry," Matthew offered, rushing to her side. "Here, sit down."
She winced and doubled over. "It's ok, babe. Oww!" She looked at them, her eyes suddenly fearful. "My water just broke."
"But y'ain't due till next week!" Matthew exclaimed.
"Well, excuse me very fuckin' much, but these things don't always go according to plan, Matty!"
"Should I get some towels," Dominic blurted out, "or boil some water?"
Matthew and Kelly both glanced at him, eyebrows raised.
"Well, I dunno what the hell to do! Always seemed to help in old movies!" he exclaimed. He propped her up with the intention of helping her but she merely smacked him in the arm, harder than before. Dominic's eyes were the size of saucers as he looked up, his face indignant. He rubbed his arm.
"Woman, stop smackin' me! That hurts! Probably gonna leave a mark!"
"Ok, let's calm down," Matthew said, getting between them.
Her eyes narrowed. "You really wanna talk to me about pain right now? You call me 'woman' again, and I'll damn well show you pain, boy!"
"Boy?!"
"Enough!" Matthew yelled.
"Get the fuckin' truck, call Chris, and get me to the got damn hospital!" she screamed.
Eleven hours later...
The two of them sat next to each other in the small waiting room of the local hospital, Dominic tapping his foot nervously against the tiled floor, Matthew biting his thumbnail down to nearly nothing. Chris had arrived shortly after they'd arrived at the ER with Kelly. He didn't stop to speak to them, instead heading straight for the desk, the nurse on duty escorting him back to the maternity ward.
"D'ya reckon he's gonna kill us?" Dominic said meekly.
"Naw. Well. I mean, I don't reckon so. Maybe a little." Matthew blushed. "What if somethin' went wrong? Why haven't we heard anything yet?"
"Youngins like to come into the world on their terms," a voice behind them said. Mary and Les sat down across from them and made themselves comfortable. "Ain't a thing to be done now but to sit and wait!"
"How you doin', Matty?" Les asked, smacking him on the shoulder. He glanced at Dominic, friendly curiosity dotting his face. "And who's your friend here?"
"My name's Dominic," the blond offered with a smile, "my father's the new preacher down at the church?"
"Oh!" Les exclaimed. "How wonderful to meet you, son! Looking forward to hearing your daddy deliver the word!"
"Thank ya, sir. Really kind of ya!"
"This," Matthew interjected, "by the way, is Kelly's aunt and uncle, Lester and Mary."
Pleasantries were exchanged and the four of them made small talk for the next hour, Dominic making the occasional trip to the coffee machine. They were both tired and hungry and at one point Matthew found himself wishing he could rest his head on Dominic's shoulder, or that he could lace his fingers through the blond's for just a few minutes. But with Les and Mary sitting across from them, that wasn't exactly an option.
Right?
Would the world come to an end if he dared to reach out for a little comfort from Dominic in public? A mere brushing together of the fingers, a simple linking together of the arms... these were things couples indulged in literally every minute of every day. Instead, though, they settled for the occasional glance into each other's eyes, communicating on the most basic level of all.
Just when the four of them had run out of things to talk about, finally, after twelve hours, Chris peeked his head into the waiting room and pointed at Les and Mary with a big grin on his face.
"She's askin' for you two. Go on back, room 12."
The older couple jumped up excitedly, Mary pushing her way to the front.
"What is it?!"
"It's a girl," he grinned.
Hand in hand they hurried through the door to the delivery ward. Matthew and Dominic remained seated as Chris came to stand in front of them. He crossed his arms and regarded them seriously.
Both pairs of eyes were on the floor; Chris could only see two heads of hair, one blond, one ebony.
"Gentlemen."
"Hey," Matthew whispered.
Dominic spoke up, daring to raise his head. "Is she okay?"
"Yeah, but... what the fuck were you two thinkin'?" he asked incredulously, turning around to make sure they were alone. "Kelly had no idea that you were into men, Matty, you knew that."
"I'm so sorry, Chris," he said sadly. Dominic put one hand on his knee and echoed Matthew's sentiment.
Chris kneeled before the two of them and sighed. "Guys, it's okay. She's healthy, the baby's healthy, and that's all that matters. It's forgotten, seriously."
"Thanks," the two of them mumbled, embarrassed.
"But let me be clear," he continued, "if there'd been a problem and she or the baby'd been hurt at all, I'dve been forced to put my foot up both your asses so far you'da been sneezin' out shoelaces. Understood?"
"Yes, Chris." The answer came in unison.
"Do whatever ya wanna do with each other, don't get me wrong! But, just... not in my barn, okay? Or on my property. Or within a mile of my property. Or at least learn to lock a fuckin' door!" He stood, stretching. "You both been here all day long, then?"
"Course! We were worried," Matthew replied.
Impulsively, the new daddy hugged them both. "Thanks, guys. They're gonna let her visit with her aunt and uncle for a couple minutes, then she's supposed to rest. Go home, get something to eat, you must be killed!"
"Can we come back in the mornin'?" Dominic asked hopefully.
"You'd better! She kept tellin' me she needed to apologize to ya, Dominic, for hitting ya too hard? Not sure what she meant by that - I reckon it's the meds they've given her. Anyway, I'm gonna get back in there, see y'all tomorrow!"
The two of them glanced at each other, bursting out in relieved laughter.
"Let's get outta here," Matthew said, the two of them hurrying out the door. Once they were in the night air they broke into a run, heading for Dominic's truck. They climbed in, Dominic driving away with Matthew's head on his shoulder and the brunet's hand on Dominic's thigh.
The blond turned his head, dropping a kiss to the mop of black hair resting against his body. "That was close, blue eyes. I'm so glad she's okay."
"Me too." Matthew shifted, sitting up. He leaned in, kissing Dominic's cheek softly. They maintained that position for the ride to Matthew's apartment, Dominic swooning with each kiss to his cheek and ear. When they neared his driveway Matthew spoke. "You like pancakes?"
"Absofuckinlutely! Y'tryin to tell me there are people who don't like pancakes?"
Matthew giggled. "I was tryin' to tell ya to come over and let me fix us somethin' to eat."
Dominic parked, killed the engine, and turned to his passenger.
"Kiss me first?"
Matthew was more than happy to oblige him.