Son Of A Preacher Man (22b/?)
Title: Son Of A Preacher Man (22b/?)
Author: millionstar
Pairing: Belldom, AU
Rating: This part, NC-17
Warnings: Language, Sudden Southern Drawls, Tight Blue Jeans. Smut & fluff this chapter.
Summary: AU Belldom, set in the Deep American South. Enough said, y'all.
Feedback: Is welcome & appreciated, if you're so inclined.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no $$ being made, and this is fiction. Title taken lovingly from the song of the same name.
Beta/Support: As always, eternal thanks to dolce_piccante & myz_bee & frisky_biscuit for their beta skills, eternal brilliance and constant encouragement. They're got-damned essential to this fic & wonderful chicks. Make no mistake.
Thanks also to shiner1 for constant cheerleading and pointing out a huge mistake in continuity. :)
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"Come on, then."
"Hold up," Dominic replied, "lemme get somethin'"
The brunet crossed his arms behind his head and simply watched, admiring every part of Dominic's body, grinning when Dominic bent over, displaying his perfectly toned backside as he reached for his bag and began rifling through it. He couldn't see Matthew using his hands to create a makeshift camera, framing the finest ass shots of the blond that he could. The brunet smirked at his own silliness as he closed the imaginary shutter in his mind.
"Click," he whispered.
"Do what now?"
"Nothing," Matthew replied innocently.
"Oh sweet fuck, no!" Dominic groaned, searching through the pockets of his jeans like a madman.
"What is it?"
"It ain't here. The got damn rubber ain't here," he muttered, his face falling. "Sweet lord. I'm sorry! I-"
"Domi-"
There was no consoling the moping, pouty blond, however. He sat down next to Matthew, his head in his hands. "I've ruined this."
"No, it's-"
"Stupid, so stupid! I coulda sworn I had it! I always have one! No, wait, well, I don't always have one...that makes me sound like a manwhore-"
"Dominic," Matthew interrupted forcefully, Dominic turning to him with wide, frightened eyes. Matthew was angry with him, apparently, and the mere thought made Dominic want to burst into frustrated tears. Instead, though, Matthew calmly pointed behind his head to his discarded clothes. "My jeans, back pocket, left cheek."
Despite his best efforts, Dominic's mouth dropped open in shock. He blinked twice before speaking. "You brought one?"
"What? I just-" Matthew blushed. Dominic was still scrutinizing him, a wide grin on his face. "Stop lookin' at me and toss my jeans here!"
Dominic did as he was told, his hands shaking as he watched Matthew retrieve the condom in question as well as a small tube of lubricant. Quite suddenly the grin disappeared from the blond's face; his brow furrowed in confusion.
"What?" Matthew asked.
"Well. Just a shame there's only one, y'know? I'm so stupid."
"Hey," Matthew soothed, brushing a stray lock of blond hair from Dominic's brow, "Stop that. Besides, I was thinkin' last night... does it really matter?" Dominic glanced at him as he continued. "I mean, I'm a virgin and if yer a virgin too, then I mean, well..." Matthew flicked the red foil-wrapped rubber across the tent, the two of them watching as it landed in the corner quietly. The brunet then turned back to Dominic.
"D'we really fuckin' need one?" he purred, pulling the blond down to lay with him.
"Sexy and smart, Matty. That's you."
They stayed still for a moment, Dominic curling against Matthew's body. Both of them wanted to commit this particular night to memory as much as possible; the breeze that was swirling around them, the sheer sensuous feel of hot skin against hot skin, the fact that they were about to take their relationship to a completely new level.
"Um. So, y'thought about how you wanna... I mean, how should we... um, how d'ya wanna," Dominic babbled nervously, "erm, do this?"
Matthew spread his legs wide, Dominic's body fitting perfectly between the brunet's hot thighs. Thin, pale legs wound their way around Dominic's backside and squeezed tightly. Matthew didn't speak; he didn't need to, for Dominic understood that the brunet was asking him to top for their first time.
Dominic swallowed.
Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.
"Oh," he squeaked. "Okay. Well, alrighty then-"
He was prevented from babbling any further when Matthew threaded his fingers behind Dominic's neck, pulling him down for a deep kiss. Words weren't necessary when these kinds of actions could speak sheer, unadulterated volumes. The blond was losing himself in the warm and incredibly willing body beneath him; Matthew hummed into their kiss, his fingertips gliding across the nape of Dominic's sweat-coated neck.
"Hey," Matthew whispered sweetly into Dominic's lips, "don't be nervous." He reached for Dominic's hand and brought two of the blond's fingers to his mouth. Pointedly, he sucked on them as wetly as he could, coating them with his saliva. Dominic was speechless; he'd done this to himself a few times with a "toy" he'd acquired out of curiosity a few months back, but putting his fingers inside of Matthew wouldn't be able to compare to any of his previous experimentations. That was going to be a new and overwhelming sensation. Before he could give any more thought to the situation, Matthew released his hand and spread his legs.
The blond didn't waste any time. He pressed forward with one finger, his eyes practically bugging out of his head at how tight Matthew felt. Matthew arched his back, a shaky sigh escaping his lips.
"Already feels better than when I do it to m'self."
"Ugh, the thought of y'doin' that makes me crazy," Dominic whispered into one of the brunet's nipples, delivering a wet lick to the nub as he pushed forward with a second finger. He scissored his fingers slowly, whispering sweet words to Matthew as he did, the two of them sharing the occasional kiss. After a few minutes of this the brunet let Dominic know he was ready; the blond let his fingers slide free.
Dominic tried mightily to control himself, but with each glance down at Matthew, who was so completely open to him, his arousal only grew. He couldn't help that he was worried he might hurt Matthew inadvertently; he couldn't bear that thought for even a moment.
"I... I just-"
"C'mon," Matthew panted, writhing beneath the blond. "S'okay, I'm ready, Dom." His eyes were wide and pleading as he stared up at Dominic; he felt as though he'd been waiting all his life for this moment and the culmination of the events of the past twenty-four hours were threatening to drive him mad with want and lust and sheer joy. Matthew was certain he'd never been this turned on before.
"You sure?"
Matthew's brow furrowed. "'Course I'm sure. Never been more sure of anythin'. Do... do y'not want this?"
"Oh, blue eyes," Dominic soothed, brushing the hair out of Matthew's eyes, "I want ya more than life itself right now. I just... it's real, ain't it?"
"It's real," Matthew replied with a serious nod, "cherries are about to be popped. Intercourse is about t'take place. Yer about to put yer-" he yelped as Dominic pinched his side sharply, the two of them laughing softly. "I mean t'say, yeah... it's real. It's really real. Finally."
The blond smiled as Matthew kissed him, then snatched the tube of lube up before Dominic could. He opened it and poured a generous amount into his palm and coated Dominic's pulsing erection with it, the blond groaning in pleasure.
"Oh, fuck, blue eyes."
Matthew rubbed and squeezed the thick cock in his hand until it was positively dripping with lubricant. "So big. Look at ya."
Dominic reached for the tube, pouring some of the lube onto Matthew's erection so he could give as good as he was getting. "No, look at you."
The two of them stroked and squeezed in time, the air filled with filthy, wet sounds broken only by the occasional moan. They broke apart only when neither of them could take any more. Dominic emptied the remnants of the lube onto Matthew's opening then tossed it aside.
It was a shaking hand that Dominic used to guide his cock to Matthew's entrance. He fervently hoped he'd stretched the brunet enough; he hooked Matthew's leg around his back and pushed forward slowly...
... and died a little on the inside...
... groaning as Matthew's opening swallowed his cockhead. It wasn't just the perfect tightness that took his breath away, it was the sheer amount of wet heat he was sinking into. Dominic shook his head, his eyes slamming shut as he forced himself to go slowly even though every nerve in his body was screaming out for him to slide all the way home inside Matthew. It was a groan, one clearly born of pain and not pleasure, that brought him back to earth and led him to open his eyes.
Matthew's own eyes were open wide, his lips twisted into a painful grimace. Still, though, he held tight to Dominic's arms.
"Oh, fuck," Dominic whispered, "I'm sorry!"
"Don't be," he hissed between clenched teeth, "it's okay." To emphasize his point, the brunet wrapped his other leg around Dominic's waist as tightly as he could. He nodded, propping himself up on his elbows to deliver a soft kiss to the blond's lips. "C'mon. More."
His chest expanding and contracting rapidly, Dominic did as Matthew commanded and pushed forward again. The brunet's eyes slammed shut, his mouth twisting open into a soundless gasp. Sensing Dominic's continued hesitation, Matthew spoke before the blond had a chance to.
"Again. I can take it. I need it... I want it, Dom." When Dominic remained still, Matthew opened his eyes and peered up at him. "Talk t'me?"
"Talk?" Dominic sputtered.
"Anythin', tell me anythin'."
"N-now?"
Despite the raw tenderness Matthew was feeling in his backside, he had to stifle a giggle. It was true he'd had no idea what precisely to expect tonight. Sex wasn't always the stuff of sunshine and MoonPies, which was especially true when it's one's first time. But in Matthew's mind, he knew that he wasn't as concerned with his own fulfillment as he was with Dominic's. He wanted to be witness to Dominic taking his pleasure this first time between them. To get to watch the ranger come undone above him, inside him, would be enough to make Matthew happy tonight, no matter what else happened.
Dominic, for his part, had now realized that Matthew's plea for Dominic to speak was a clever ruse, that the brunet was hoping for a distraction, for something to focus on as he tried to alleviate his nerves and lessen the discomfort he was currently feeling.
"D'ya know," the blond soothed, his free hand now massaging the skin on Matthew's body that his cock was currently stretching, "how much y'mean t'me, Matty..." Dominic smiled as Matthew's eyes closed and his slender frame relaxed a little. He slowly pulled back and pressed forward again, never fully leaving Matthew's body as he continued to talk to his lover. "... how y'make me feel? Happy. Peaceful. And when y'touch me, I feel so damn alive, blue eyes." The brunet gasped, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips. "All I want," the blond muttered while delivering another shallow thrust that resonated deep in his body and soul, "is t'make you feel the same."
He shook his head, sweat dripping from his brow; he repeated his thrust from a moment ago, but this time he grasped Matthew's neglected hardness, giving it a couple firm tugs in time with the motion of his hips.
"Yeah," the brunet whispered into the night, stretching languidly.
Dominic sheathed himself fully inside Matthew finally, looking down at the sight of his thick cock buried balls deep inside the brunet's core. With a shaky breath, the blond repeated this motion slowly, three times, his arms burning with effort. He studied Matthew writhing so beautifully beneath him; it inspired Dominic to lean down and gift the brunet's moist lips with a kiss.
Matthew moaned, his tongue lapping against Dominc's hungrily as the blond kept up his slow thrusts. The brunet's hands slid down Dominic's sweat-soaked back until finally they cupped Dominic's cheeks.
"Dom, my Dom," Matthew whispered.
The blond gritted his teeth; Matthew speaking to him so sweetly only made him want to pound away inside the brunet and Dominic wondered just how much longer it would take for Matthew's body to adjust
(awaken)
to what was happening to it. His control slipping away, Dominic shifted his motion and thrust lightly to the left. It was then and only then that Matthew reacted violently. His hands squeezed Dominic's backside roughly, pulling the blond close. His back arched sharply and he released a throaty, lust-filled moan, much to Dominic's delight. Matthew's eyes flew open and locked with Dominic's own wide ones, blue scanning grey hungrily.
"Again. There," he begged.
"Yeah?"
"Please."
"You sure?"
To emphasize his point, Matthew clenched his muscles tightly, Dominic grunting wantonly at the sensation. The brunet's hands abandoned Dominic's ass to slide quickly to frame the blond's face. Grinning, Dominic leaned down to deliver the kiss he thought Matthew was craving so badly. He missed his mark, though, when Matthew's lips bypassed the blond's own and instead travelled a bit further until they landed near Dominic's ear to deliver a set of words that Dominic Howard had only heard in his recent dreams.
"Fuck me, Dom," Matthew commanded, delivering a moist lick to the outer shell of Dominic's ear, biting the earlobe for good measure.
A heavy sigh of relief burst forth from the blond's lips; he pressed his lips against Matthew's neck and set in to giving the brunet precisely what he'd requested. Free now to move of his own natural desires, Dominic could only gasp aloud, for with each thrust his pleasure intensified a hundred-fold, threatening to take his breath away.
"Oh, sweet lord, Matty," he moaned, his hips establishing a steady rhythm. "Oh my fuckin' God. Yes."
"Ooh, takin' the lord's name in vain. Naughty, for a preacher's boy, ain't it?" the brunet teased breathlessly.
"I," Dominic gasped, "will getcha fer that, blue eyes."
"G-good," came the shaky response from beneath him. Deciding to give in to his body's urges, Matthew lifted his hips to meet Dominic's efforts and was rewarded with a jolt of pure pleasure like his virgin body had never been graced with before. "Yer like a dream, Dom. Moremoremore..."
Dominic gasped at Matthew's reaction and repeated his motion, thrusting sharply to the left now and then simply because the sound of Matthew Bellamy moaning beneath him turned him on like nothing else ever had in his life. The blond reached between his legs to lightly squeeze his own balls, something he always indulged in when he was pleasuring himself; it drove him mad with lust.
"Fuck," he half-whispered, half-grunted, the muscles in his thighs starting to burn with effort.
Matthew groaned; every single time Dominic let that word slip out it always turned the brunet on beyond measure. On and on they kept up their occasionally awkward pacing; the seconds morphed into minutes although to the two of them it seemed like time had stopped and that the two of them were the only people in the world. They clung to each other, each unwilling to let the other go for longer than a moment or so. The brunet wanted to scream out his love for Dominic, to let the world know that he, frankly, pitied them simply because they weren't lucky enough to have such a perfect man in their lives in the way that he did.
Despite his earlier request for a fuck, Matthew realized now that what he and Dominic were sharing was much more than that. This was lovemaking; it had to be. He had the man of his dreams in his arms and they were making each other feel complete in a way they'd never felt before. Matthew arched his back as Dominic's cockhead brushed against his spot repeatedly; he reached for his own swollen dick and began to tug it in time with the blond's movements. He was lost in perfect physical bliss until Dominic cried out in frustration.
"I can't. Can't hold it anymore."
"So don't," Matthew moaned, "just let go."
It was too much, and before he could control himself Dominic was coming hard and wet into the writhing brunet beneath him for what seemed like a beautiful eternity. He pumped and twisted his hips rapidly, his balls slapping loudly against Matthew's backside as he emptied himself. With each rapidly pistoning movement he cried out loudly, dimly aware in the back of his orgasm-flooded mind that Matthew was still stroking himself, moaning gorgeously with the effort.
Dominic panted, falling to his elbows, his chest heaving so much that he thought he might pass out. Still, he could feel Matthew's arm moving faster and faster between their chests. The blond ran one hand through his soaked hair and watched closely as Matthew approached his release. When he finally came, the blond shivered at the sensation of Matthew's walls clenching so tightly around his still twitching cock. Matthew's toes curled and his back arched off the blankets as he shot all over the two of them, Dominic holding tight to him the entire time as he rode his orgasm out.
Eventually the brunet fell back hard, sweat cascading down his neck, his chest rising and falling violently. Matthew closed his eyes and swallowed hard, aware of Dominic's lips on his own.
"Y'okay, Matty?"
"Perfect," the brunet gasped into Dominic's mouth. "You?"
"Me? Matty," Dominic smiled, struggling to catch his breath, "I'm so okay I may just get up and dance! Well, as soon as I get the energy to." He glanced down their bodies at the thick, plentiful evidence of Matthew's orgasm that coated their torsos. "My God."
"Mmm, I know. So. Filthy." Matthew panted, running his hands across Dominic's sweat-soaked back. His eyes still closed, he grinned.
"We made a mess," the blond mumbled into his lips, their spunk-soaked stomachs sliding against each other. "Hold on." Dominic eased himself up on his elbows and reached between his legs, slowly easing his spent cock from Matthew's body. He noticed the wince and sudden intake of breath Matthew exhaled as he did and he frowned. He sat up, pulling the brunet's legs onto his own and massaged them; Matthew purred at the sensation, then sat up abruptly, his brow furrowed.
"What is it?"
"Um. We really did make a mess," the brunet replied sheepishly, lifting his backside so Dominic could see his own spunk leaving Matthew's body. "This blanket's kinda shot fer sleepin' on."
"A swim? Just a quick one, t'clean off?"
"Okay," Matthew nodded as the two of them got to their knees; it took some effort, for they were well and truly exhausted, but soon they were walking (Matthew especially gingerly) hand-in-hand to the water's edge.
Their swim was a quick one, designed purely to rid their bodies of release; they made it back to the tent and toweled off again. Dominic turned to Matthew with a bashful smile.
"What d'ya say we bring a couple blankets out here? Look up at the stars?"
Matthew had no problem with that at all. He smiled and ducked into the tent to retrieve said blankets and pillows. Dominic spread them carefully on the ground near the bank of the pond and they made themselves comfortable - Dominic on his back, Matthew climbing on top of him.
"Thought we were gonna look at the stars!" the blond giggled.
"Don't need the stars. Wanna look at you."
That reply only made Dominic hold him even tighter.
The darkness enveloped them, but luckily there was a full moon that night, and not just because Matthew was laying on top of Dominic naked. Their shared afterglow was gloriously overwhelming, it hovered over them both, leaving them slightly breathless and thoroughly sated with each breath they took.
Dominic's arms wound around him tightly, their legs shifting together atop their plaid blanket. The strong moonlight spilled over them both in pearlescent waves; that was something they were both thankful for, especially Matthew, as he continued to stare at Dominic.
"What is it?" Dominic asked softly.
Matthew shook his head. "Nothin'. Yer just fuckin' perfect," he traced Dominic's cheekbone with his index finger, "every bit of ya."
The blond stiffened momentarily, his hand automatically reaching up to cover the last remnants of his black eye. Although he knew that Dominic was sensitive about the mark, Matthew wasn't having any of it, and swatted the errant hand away. Dominic opened his mouth to protest until Matthew covered it with his hand for a moment.
"Don't," he warned Dominic, "don't y'dare try to tell me I'm wrong. Wounds heal," he removed his hand from Dominic's mouth, leaned in and gingerly kissed the marred skin at the edge of the blond's eye, "and bruises fade," more feather-light kisses, Dominic trembling from Matthew's actions and words alike, "but good and pure hearts don't, Dom. They endure. So, yeah. Yer pretty much perfect in my eyes."
Dominic's heart thundered in his chest and for once in his life he was speechless at the realization that he'd never been spoken to in such a way. It was like finding something your life had been lacking in but you didn't even realize it. There was an urgency behind such an epiphany; Dominic wanted to keep this feeling for himself for all time, any other eventuality was unacceptable. Matthew was still kissing his wound, occasionally gifting his cheek and temple with a sweet peck. Sweet, he thought to himself, that was the word that often came to his mind when he thought of the man holding him. Matthew exuded sweetness and kindness and all the things Dominic had often hoped he'd someday find in a partner, and now that they were here together the blond felt the need to give voice to what he was feeling.
What he'd been feeling for some time now, to be honest.
Dominic swallowed; he framed Matthew's face with his hands and gently brought them face to face. His thumbs traced the brunet's cheekbones and his eyes fell shut when Matthew leaned in to feast on his neck, taking special pains with Dominic's pulse point. A lick, a soft kiss, and a gentle nibble later, Dominic couldn't stop shivering. He latched onto Matthew's hair and arched his back as the brunet's left hand slid down Dominic's waist. The words left Dominic's mouth before he could stop himself.
"I love ya, Matty."
Matthew froze, his lips still pressed against the blond's pulse point. He blinked, long black lashes sweeping across Dominic's skin. Dominic's heart thundered in his chest when Matthew raised his head to stare at the blond with curious eyes. His mouth tried to wrap itself around the words that were threatening to burst forth but kept failing. With a soft giggle he shook his head and tried again, Dominic's eyes never leaving his own.
"W-what? Me? Y'do?"
The blond nodded, a gentle smile on his lips. "Yeah, I do. So much."
Matthew flung his arms around Dominic, the blond positively purring as the brunet peppered every inch of Dominic's skin he could with rapid kisses. His arms full of an extremely happy Matthew, Dominic flipped them, pressing the brunet into the pillows and scanning his face for a clue as to how he was feeling. Matthew smiled, his eyes twinkling while Dominic kissed the tip of his nose.
"You love me."
"Yep."
"Dom," Matthew sang, "loooooooves me."
"Yes!"
"Do yer loins burn fer me?"
Dominic giggled. "Matty! Did I stutter?"
He received a playful smack for that, Matthew looking up at him with a serious expression on his face. "No. Y'didn't stutter. Not one bit. I just," the brunet sighed, "Jesus, Dom. I love ya too. More than anythin'."
"Takin' the Lord's name in vain?" Dominic commented, a look of mock horror on his face, "for shame!"
Matthew opened his mouth to reply but slammed it shut, instead offering the blond a good-natured glare instead. The blond curled against him, their legs tangling together.
"Wanna sleep fer a bit?"
"Yeah."
"Love you, Matty."
"Love you too, Dom."
Author: millionstar
Pairing: Belldom, AU
Rating: This part, NC-17
Warnings: Language, Sudden Southern Drawls, Tight Blue Jeans. Smut & fluff this chapter.
Summary: AU Belldom, set in the Deep American South. Enough said, y'all.
Feedback: Is welcome & appreciated, if you're so inclined.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no $$ being made, and this is fiction. Title taken lovingly from the song of the same name.
Beta/Support: As always, eternal thanks to dolce_piccante & myz_bee & frisky_biscuit for their beta skills, eternal brilliance and constant encouragement. They're got-damned essential to this fic & wonderful chicks. Make no mistake.
Thanks also to shiner1 for constant cheerleading and pointing out a huge mistake in continuity. :)
One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen | Fourteen | Fifteen | Sixteen | Seventeen | Eighteen | Nineteen | Twenty | Twenty-One | Twenty-Two a
"Come on, then."
"Hold up," Dominic replied, "lemme get somethin'"
The brunet crossed his arms behind his head and simply watched, admiring every part of Dominic's body, grinning when Dominic bent over, displaying his perfectly toned backside as he reached for his bag and began rifling through it. He couldn't see Matthew using his hands to create a makeshift camera, framing the finest ass shots of the blond that he could. The brunet smirked at his own silliness as he closed the imaginary shutter in his mind.
"Click," he whispered.
"Do what now?"
"Nothing," Matthew replied innocently.
"Oh sweet fuck, no!" Dominic groaned, searching through the pockets of his jeans like a madman.
"What is it?"
"It ain't here. The got damn rubber ain't here," he muttered, his face falling. "Sweet lord. I'm sorry! I-"
"Domi-"
There was no consoling the moping, pouty blond, however. He sat down next to Matthew, his head in his hands. "I've ruined this."
"No, it's-"
"Stupid, so stupid! I coulda sworn I had it! I always have one! No, wait, well, I don't always have one...that makes me sound like a manwhore-"
"Dominic," Matthew interrupted forcefully, Dominic turning to him with wide, frightened eyes. Matthew was angry with him, apparently, and the mere thought made Dominic want to burst into frustrated tears. Instead, though, Matthew calmly pointed behind his head to his discarded clothes. "My jeans, back pocket, left cheek."
Despite his best efforts, Dominic's mouth dropped open in shock. He blinked twice before speaking. "You brought one?"
"What? I just-" Matthew blushed. Dominic was still scrutinizing him, a wide grin on his face. "Stop lookin' at me and toss my jeans here!"
Dominic did as he was told, his hands shaking as he watched Matthew retrieve the condom in question as well as a small tube of lubricant. Quite suddenly the grin disappeared from the blond's face; his brow furrowed in confusion.
"What?" Matthew asked.
"Well. Just a shame there's only one, y'know? I'm so stupid."
"Hey," Matthew soothed, brushing a stray lock of blond hair from Dominic's brow, "Stop that. Besides, I was thinkin' last night... does it really matter?" Dominic glanced at him as he continued. "I mean, I'm a virgin and if yer a virgin too, then I mean, well..." Matthew flicked the red foil-wrapped rubber across the tent, the two of them watching as it landed in the corner quietly. The brunet then turned back to Dominic.
"D'we really fuckin' need one?" he purred, pulling the blond down to lay with him.
"Sexy and smart, Matty. That's you."
They stayed still for a moment, Dominic curling against Matthew's body. Both of them wanted to commit this particular night to memory as much as possible; the breeze that was swirling around them, the sheer sensuous feel of hot skin against hot skin, the fact that they were about to take their relationship to a completely new level.
"Um. So, y'thought about how you wanna... I mean, how should we... um, how d'ya wanna," Dominic babbled nervously, "erm, do this?"
Matthew spread his legs wide, Dominic's body fitting perfectly between the brunet's hot thighs. Thin, pale legs wound their way around Dominic's backside and squeezed tightly. Matthew didn't speak; he didn't need to, for Dominic understood that the brunet was asking him to top for their first time.
Dominic swallowed.
Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.
"Oh," he squeaked. "Okay. Well, alrighty then-"
He was prevented from babbling any further when Matthew threaded his fingers behind Dominic's neck, pulling him down for a deep kiss. Words weren't necessary when these kinds of actions could speak sheer, unadulterated volumes. The blond was losing himself in the warm and incredibly willing body beneath him; Matthew hummed into their kiss, his fingertips gliding across the nape of Dominic's sweat-coated neck.
"Hey," Matthew whispered sweetly into Dominic's lips, "don't be nervous." He reached for Dominic's hand and brought two of the blond's fingers to his mouth. Pointedly, he sucked on them as wetly as he could, coating them with his saliva. Dominic was speechless; he'd done this to himself a few times with a "toy" he'd acquired out of curiosity a few months back, but putting his fingers inside of Matthew wouldn't be able to compare to any of his previous experimentations. That was going to be a new and overwhelming sensation. Before he could give any more thought to the situation, Matthew released his hand and spread his legs.
The blond didn't waste any time. He pressed forward with one finger, his eyes practically bugging out of his head at how tight Matthew felt. Matthew arched his back, a shaky sigh escaping his lips.
"Already feels better than when I do it to m'self."
"Ugh, the thought of y'doin' that makes me crazy," Dominic whispered into one of the brunet's nipples, delivering a wet lick to the nub as he pushed forward with a second finger. He scissored his fingers slowly, whispering sweet words to Matthew as he did, the two of them sharing the occasional kiss. After a few minutes of this the brunet let Dominic know he was ready; the blond let his fingers slide free.
Dominic tried mightily to control himself, but with each glance down at Matthew, who was so completely open to him, his arousal only grew. He couldn't help that he was worried he might hurt Matthew inadvertently; he couldn't bear that thought for even a moment.
"I... I just-"
"C'mon," Matthew panted, writhing beneath the blond. "S'okay, I'm ready, Dom." His eyes were wide and pleading as he stared up at Dominic; he felt as though he'd been waiting all his life for this moment and the culmination of the events of the past twenty-four hours were threatening to drive him mad with want and lust and sheer joy. Matthew was certain he'd never been this turned on before.
"You sure?"
Matthew's brow furrowed. "'Course I'm sure. Never been more sure of anythin'. Do... do y'not want this?"
"Oh, blue eyes," Dominic soothed, brushing the hair out of Matthew's eyes, "I want ya more than life itself right now. I just... it's real, ain't it?"
"It's real," Matthew replied with a serious nod, "cherries are about to be popped. Intercourse is about t'take place. Yer about to put yer-" he yelped as Dominic pinched his side sharply, the two of them laughing softly. "I mean t'say, yeah... it's real. It's really real. Finally."
The blond smiled as Matthew kissed him, then snatched the tube of lube up before Dominic could. He opened it and poured a generous amount into his palm and coated Dominic's pulsing erection with it, the blond groaning in pleasure.
"Oh, fuck, blue eyes."
Matthew rubbed and squeezed the thick cock in his hand until it was positively dripping with lubricant. "So big. Look at ya."
Dominic reached for the tube, pouring some of the lube onto Matthew's erection so he could give as good as he was getting. "No, look at you."
The two of them stroked and squeezed in time, the air filled with filthy, wet sounds broken only by the occasional moan. They broke apart only when neither of them could take any more. Dominic emptied the remnants of the lube onto Matthew's opening then tossed it aside.
It was a shaking hand that Dominic used to guide his cock to Matthew's entrance. He fervently hoped he'd stretched the brunet enough; he hooked Matthew's leg around his back and pushed forward slowly...
... and died a little on the inside...
... groaning as Matthew's opening swallowed his cockhead. It wasn't just the perfect tightness that took his breath away, it was the sheer amount of wet heat he was sinking into. Dominic shook his head, his eyes slamming shut as he forced himself to go slowly even though every nerve in his body was screaming out for him to slide all the way home inside Matthew. It was a groan, one clearly born of pain and not pleasure, that brought him back to earth and led him to open his eyes.
Matthew's own eyes were open wide, his lips twisted into a painful grimace. Still, though, he held tight to Dominic's arms.
"Oh, fuck," Dominic whispered, "I'm sorry!"
"Don't be," he hissed between clenched teeth, "it's okay." To emphasize his point, the brunet wrapped his other leg around Dominic's waist as tightly as he could. He nodded, propping himself up on his elbows to deliver a soft kiss to the blond's lips. "C'mon. More."
His chest expanding and contracting rapidly, Dominic did as Matthew commanded and pushed forward again. The brunet's eyes slammed shut, his mouth twisting open into a soundless gasp. Sensing Dominic's continued hesitation, Matthew spoke before the blond had a chance to.
"Again. I can take it. I need it... I want it, Dom." When Dominic remained still, Matthew opened his eyes and peered up at him. "Talk t'me?"
"Talk?" Dominic sputtered.
"Anythin', tell me anythin'."
"N-now?"
Despite the raw tenderness Matthew was feeling in his backside, he had to stifle a giggle. It was true he'd had no idea what precisely to expect tonight. Sex wasn't always the stuff of sunshine and MoonPies, which was especially true when it's one's first time. But in Matthew's mind, he knew that he wasn't as concerned with his own fulfillment as he was with Dominic's. He wanted to be witness to Dominic taking his pleasure this first time between them. To get to watch the ranger come undone above him, inside him, would be enough to make Matthew happy tonight, no matter what else happened.
Dominic, for his part, had now realized that Matthew's plea for Dominic to speak was a clever ruse, that the brunet was hoping for a distraction, for something to focus on as he tried to alleviate his nerves and lessen the discomfort he was currently feeling.
"D'ya know," the blond soothed, his free hand now massaging the skin on Matthew's body that his cock was currently stretching, "how much y'mean t'me, Matty..." Dominic smiled as Matthew's eyes closed and his slender frame relaxed a little. He slowly pulled back and pressed forward again, never fully leaving Matthew's body as he continued to talk to his lover. "... how y'make me feel? Happy. Peaceful. And when y'touch me, I feel so damn alive, blue eyes." The brunet gasped, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips. "All I want," the blond muttered while delivering another shallow thrust that resonated deep in his body and soul, "is t'make you feel the same."
He shook his head, sweat dripping from his brow; he repeated his thrust from a moment ago, but this time he grasped Matthew's neglected hardness, giving it a couple firm tugs in time with the motion of his hips.
"Yeah," the brunet whispered into the night, stretching languidly.
Dominic sheathed himself fully inside Matthew finally, looking down at the sight of his thick cock buried balls deep inside the brunet's core. With a shaky breath, the blond repeated this motion slowly, three times, his arms burning with effort. He studied Matthew writhing so beautifully beneath him; it inspired Dominic to lean down and gift the brunet's moist lips with a kiss.
Matthew moaned, his tongue lapping against Dominc's hungrily as the blond kept up his slow thrusts. The brunet's hands slid down Dominic's sweat-soaked back until finally they cupped Dominic's cheeks.
"Dom, my Dom," Matthew whispered.
The blond gritted his teeth; Matthew speaking to him so sweetly only made him want to pound away inside the brunet and Dominic wondered just how much longer it would take for Matthew's body to adjust
(awaken)
to what was happening to it. His control slipping away, Dominic shifted his motion and thrust lightly to the left. It was then and only then that Matthew reacted violently. His hands squeezed Dominic's backside roughly, pulling the blond close. His back arched sharply and he released a throaty, lust-filled moan, much to Dominic's delight. Matthew's eyes flew open and locked with Dominic's own wide ones, blue scanning grey hungrily.
"Again. There," he begged.
"Yeah?"
"Please."
"You sure?"
To emphasize his point, Matthew clenched his muscles tightly, Dominic grunting wantonly at the sensation. The brunet's hands abandoned Dominic's ass to slide quickly to frame the blond's face. Grinning, Dominic leaned down to deliver the kiss he thought Matthew was craving so badly. He missed his mark, though, when Matthew's lips bypassed the blond's own and instead travelled a bit further until they landed near Dominic's ear to deliver a set of words that Dominic Howard had only heard in his recent dreams.
"Fuck me, Dom," Matthew commanded, delivering a moist lick to the outer shell of Dominic's ear, biting the earlobe for good measure.
A heavy sigh of relief burst forth from the blond's lips; he pressed his lips against Matthew's neck and set in to giving the brunet precisely what he'd requested. Free now to move of his own natural desires, Dominic could only gasp aloud, for with each thrust his pleasure intensified a hundred-fold, threatening to take his breath away.
"Oh, sweet lord, Matty," he moaned, his hips establishing a steady rhythm. "Oh my fuckin' God. Yes."
"Ooh, takin' the lord's name in vain. Naughty, for a preacher's boy, ain't it?" the brunet teased breathlessly.
"I," Dominic gasped, "will getcha fer that, blue eyes."
"G-good," came the shaky response from beneath him. Deciding to give in to his body's urges, Matthew lifted his hips to meet Dominic's efforts and was rewarded with a jolt of pure pleasure like his virgin body had never been graced with before. "Yer like a dream, Dom. Moremoremore..."
Dominic gasped at Matthew's reaction and repeated his motion, thrusting sharply to the left now and then simply because the sound of Matthew Bellamy moaning beneath him turned him on like nothing else ever had in his life. The blond reached between his legs to lightly squeeze his own balls, something he always indulged in when he was pleasuring himself; it drove him mad with lust.
"Fuck," he half-whispered, half-grunted, the muscles in his thighs starting to burn with effort.
Matthew groaned; every single time Dominic let that word slip out it always turned the brunet on beyond measure. On and on they kept up their occasionally awkward pacing; the seconds morphed into minutes although to the two of them it seemed like time had stopped and that the two of them were the only people in the world. They clung to each other, each unwilling to let the other go for longer than a moment or so. The brunet wanted to scream out his love for Dominic, to let the world know that he, frankly, pitied them simply because they weren't lucky enough to have such a perfect man in their lives in the way that he did.
Despite his earlier request for a fuck, Matthew realized now that what he and Dominic were sharing was much more than that. This was lovemaking; it had to be. He had the man of his dreams in his arms and they were making each other feel complete in a way they'd never felt before. Matthew arched his back as Dominic's cockhead brushed against his spot repeatedly; he reached for his own swollen dick and began to tug it in time with the blond's movements. He was lost in perfect physical bliss until Dominic cried out in frustration.
"I can't. Can't hold it anymore."
"So don't," Matthew moaned, "just let go."
It was too much, and before he could control himself Dominic was coming hard and wet into the writhing brunet beneath him for what seemed like a beautiful eternity. He pumped and twisted his hips rapidly, his balls slapping loudly against Matthew's backside as he emptied himself. With each rapidly pistoning movement he cried out loudly, dimly aware in the back of his orgasm-flooded mind that Matthew was still stroking himself, moaning gorgeously with the effort.
Dominic panted, falling to his elbows, his chest heaving so much that he thought he might pass out. Still, he could feel Matthew's arm moving faster and faster between their chests. The blond ran one hand through his soaked hair and watched closely as Matthew approached his release. When he finally came, the blond shivered at the sensation of Matthew's walls clenching so tightly around his still twitching cock. Matthew's toes curled and his back arched off the blankets as he shot all over the two of them, Dominic holding tight to him the entire time as he rode his orgasm out.
Eventually the brunet fell back hard, sweat cascading down his neck, his chest rising and falling violently. Matthew closed his eyes and swallowed hard, aware of Dominic's lips on his own.
"Y'okay, Matty?"
"Perfect," the brunet gasped into Dominic's mouth. "You?"
"Me? Matty," Dominic smiled, struggling to catch his breath, "I'm so okay I may just get up and dance! Well, as soon as I get the energy to." He glanced down their bodies at the thick, plentiful evidence of Matthew's orgasm that coated their torsos. "My God."
"Mmm, I know. So. Filthy." Matthew panted, running his hands across Dominic's sweat-soaked back. His eyes still closed, he grinned.
"We made a mess," the blond mumbled into his lips, their spunk-soaked stomachs sliding against each other. "Hold on." Dominic eased himself up on his elbows and reached between his legs, slowly easing his spent cock from Matthew's body. He noticed the wince and sudden intake of breath Matthew exhaled as he did and he frowned. He sat up, pulling the brunet's legs onto his own and massaged them; Matthew purred at the sensation, then sat up abruptly, his brow furrowed.
"What is it?"
"Um. We really did make a mess," the brunet replied sheepishly, lifting his backside so Dominic could see his own spunk leaving Matthew's body. "This blanket's kinda shot fer sleepin' on."
"A swim? Just a quick one, t'clean off?"
"Okay," Matthew nodded as the two of them got to their knees; it took some effort, for they were well and truly exhausted, but soon they were walking (Matthew especially gingerly) hand-in-hand to the water's edge.
Their swim was a quick one, designed purely to rid their bodies of release; they made it back to the tent and toweled off again. Dominic turned to Matthew with a bashful smile.
"What d'ya say we bring a couple blankets out here? Look up at the stars?"
Matthew had no problem with that at all. He smiled and ducked into the tent to retrieve said blankets and pillows. Dominic spread them carefully on the ground near the bank of the pond and they made themselves comfortable - Dominic on his back, Matthew climbing on top of him.
"Thought we were gonna look at the stars!" the blond giggled.
"Don't need the stars. Wanna look at you."
That reply only made Dominic hold him even tighter.
The darkness enveloped them, but luckily there was a full moon that night, and not just because Matthew was laying on top of Dominic naked. Their shared afterglow was gloriously overwhelming, it hovered over them both, leaving them slightly breathless and thoroughly sated with each breath they took.
Dominic's arms wound around him tightly, their legs shifting together atop their plaid blanket. The strong moonlight spilled over them both in pearlescent waves; that was something they were both thankful for, especially Matthew, as he continued to stare at Dominic.
"What is it?" Dominic asked softly.
Matthew shook his head. "Nothin'. Yer just fuckin' perfect," he traced Dominic's cheekbone with his index finger, "every bit of ya."
The blond stiffened momentarily, his hand automatically reaching up to cover the last remnants of his black eye. Although he knew that Dominic was sensitive about the mark, Matthew wasn't having any of it, and swatted the errant hand away. Dominic opened his mouth to protest until Matthew covered it with his hand for a moment.
"Don't," he warned Dominic, "don't y'dare try to tell me I'm wrong. Wounds heal," he removed his hand from Dominic's mouth, leaned in and gingerly kissed the marred skin at the edge of the blond's eye, "and bruises fade," more feather-light kisses, Dominic trembling from Matthew's actions and words alike, "but good and pure hearts don't, Dom. They endure. So, yeah. Yer pretty much perfect in my eyes."
Dominic's heart thundered in his chest and for once in his life he was speechless at the realization that he'd never been spoken to in such a way. It was like finding something your life had been lacking in but you didn't even realize it. There was an urgency behind such an epiphany; Dominic wanted to keep this feeling for himself for all time, any other eventuality was unacceptable. Matthew was still kissing his wound, occasionally gifting his cheek and temple with a sweet peck. Sweet, he thought to himself, that was the word that often came to his mind when he thought of the man holding him. Matthew exuded sweetness and kindness and all the things Dominic had often hoped he'd someday find in a partner, and now that they were here together the blond felt the need to give voice to what he was feeling.
What he'd been feeling for some time now, to be honest.
Dominic swallowed; he framed Matthew's face with his hands and gently brought them face to face. His thumbs traced the brunet's cheekbones and his eyes fell shut when Matthew leaned in to feast on his neck, taking special pains with Dominic's pulse point. A lick, a soft kiss, and a gentle nibble later, Dominic couldn't stop shivering. He latched onto Matthew's hair and arched his back as the brunet's left hand slid down Dominic's waist. The words left Dominic's mouth before he could stop himself.
"I love ya, Matty."
Matthew froze, his lips still pressed against the blond's pulse point. He blinked, long black lashes sweeping across Dominic's skin. Dominic's heart thundered in his chest when Matthew raised his head to stare at the blond with curious eyes. His mouth tried to wrap itself around the words that were threatening to burst forth but kept failing. With a soft giggle he shook his head and tried again, Dominic's eyes never leaving his own.
"W-what? Me? Y'do?"
The blond nodded, a gentle smile on his lips. "Yeah, I do. So much."
Matthew flung his arms around Dominic, the blond positively purring as the brunet peppered every inch of Dominic's skin he could with rapid kisses. His arms full of an extremely happy Matthew, Dominic flipped them, pressing the brunet into the pillows and scanning his face for a clue as to how he was feeling. Matthew smiled, his eyes twinkling while Dominic kissed the tip of his nose.
"You love me."
"Yep."
"Dom," Matthew sang, "loooooooves me."
"Yes!"
"Do yer loins burn fer me?"
Dominic giggled. "Matty! Did I stutter?"
He received a playful smack for that, Matthew looking up at him with a serious expression on his face. "No. Y'didn't stutter. Not one bit. I just," the brunet sighed, "Jesus, Dom. I love ya too. More than anythin'."
"Takin' the Lord's name in vain?" Dominic commented, a look of mock horror on his face, "for shame!"
Matthew opened his mouth to reply but slammed it shut, instead offering the blond a good-natured glare instead. The blond curled against him, their legs tangling together.
"Wanna sleep fer a bit?"
"Yeah."
"Love you, Matty."
"Love you too, Dom."