A Fuzzy Fucking...Thing
Title: A Fuzzy Fucking...Thing
Pairing: Belldom, Non AU
Beta/Support: dolce_piccante <3
Rating: Light R, for language, implied smut. Fluff can be found here as well.
Summary: Remember the hat Matt got from a fan in Russia? He sure does.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no profit is being made and this is fiction.
Author's Note: If you choose to read, thank you, so much.
Dedication: For Soph, who has shown me great kindness.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me."
"When it comes to fashion, I never kid, Dom."
Dominic opened his mouth to reply, but instead chose to let the fact that Matthew Bellamy had just used the word 'fashion' simmer in his brain for a few moments. He couldn't suppress the snort that came from his mouth, that much was true, but he remained otherwise silent, content to finish undressing while Matthew continued to speak.
"I agreed to not wear it onstage tonight, yeah?"
"Agreed? Yes," Dominic laughed, "but only after you threw a massive fit like the two year old that you are. Although I do love it when you stomp your feet with that lower lip sticking out. It makes me hot."
"That's fucked up, Dom."
"Is it?"
"Extremely."
"You're probably right."
"I offered you and Chris a very reasonable solution and you refused to even consider it."
"Offering to go out and buy Chris and I our own hats to wear, so that we would all match, was not a reasonable solution."
"It was impossibly reasonable."
"One: do you think, for a moment, that I could keep a damn hat on top of my head while drumming?"
"It was so reasonable."
"Two: Chris headbangs like a fucker while playing, so he couldn't keep one on either."
"If you were to look up the word reasonable in the dictionary, you'd have seen my solution there as the very definition of the word for all of humanity to see."
"This leads me to the most important point of all, which is point number three: it would have messed up my hair. Therefore, that shit was in no fucking way an option."
When Dominic finally crawled into bed a few minutes later, Matthew was still waxing poetic about his new hat. More than that, Matthew was still wearing the hat... although Dominic couldn't find it within himself to argue the point too much, because the hat was the only thing Matthew was wearing.
"And - AND - I took it off when we went out to dinner earlier, too."
"That is true, yes," Dominic agreed, yawning. "But, Matt, you can't possibly sleep in the fucking thing."
"Don't tell me I can't do something, Dom. Don't. Ever. Do that."
"Just keep it on your side. I don't want it rolling over onto me in the middle of the night like some fuzzy fucking...thing. I'm stunned you haven't named it yet, actually."
"Check it, Dom - not only do I intend to sleep in it, but I also intend to wear it while you blow me."
"I would argue that you would have a difficult time keeping the hat atop your head in that instance."
"I disagree. Furthermore, I love a challenge."
"You're so damn weird."
"You love it," Matthew shot back, a sleepy smile on his face. When Dominic didn't answer, he glanced at the drummer, only to find him staring at Matthew, his expression unreadable. The sudden scrutiny made Matthew's heart beat a bit faster; he flushed slightly. "What is it?"
"You," Dominic replied softly. "Just you." He burrowed down deeper into the blankets, taking the opportunity to snuggle a bit closer to Matthew. His eyes swept along Matthew's frame, from the hat atop his head, down his bare torso, along pale legs, down to the tips of his toes. Unable to help himself, he reached out, pressing his palm against the center of Matthew's chest.
"What are you on about? Is something wrong?" Matthew asked quietly. "Is it the hat? It's the hat, isn't it."
Dominic grinned. "Shhh. It's not the hat... or perhaps it is. There's nothing wrong. I'm just thinking."
"About what?"
"Matt Bellamy. About how much I fucking adore him."
The flush on Matthew's cheeks blossomed into a full-on blush. "Bullsh-"
Dominic put one finger up to the singer's lips to quiet him. "Stop it. You're going to let me praise you for once, without a smart-arse comeback and without shrugging it off. I know you don't do well with compliments but you might as well get comfortable because I'm going to tell that you are precious to me, and you are going to lie here and listen, and then, because I am feeling suddenly very charitable, I am going to blow you while you wear your new hat. Okay?"
Matthew opened his mouth to reply, but quickly clamped it shut. He swallowed, nodding. Dominic pulled him close, until they were face to face on a single pillow, their noses barely touching. Matthew linked their fingers together.
"You've got a big-"
"Steady, Dom, steady. Leave my dick out of this."
Dominic smiled. "Heart. The biggest heart I've ever seen."
Matthew's breath hitched in his throat unexpectedly; he coughed. "Oh."
"You're kind. You make me laugh. You're so bloody talented. You're beautiful and you don't even realize it."
"I... I like it when you call me that," Matthew whispered.
"When I call you what?"
Matthew blinked, chewing on his lower lip nervously. "Beautiful. I... I don't feel beautiful, but when you say it like that, it... yeah, I like it. But, let's be honest here, you're the beautiful one, not m-"
"Stop it. We're talking about you," Dominic teased, "not me. What else... you're funny. You're a ball of constant, manic energy that I can't keep up with most days. You're passionate about the truth in things. You're a master showman. You're..." Dominic giggled, "you're my favorite shepherd."
Matthew melted; the corners of his lips turned up ever so slightly. He shook his head. "You just like my extra large shepherd cane."
"That's true."
"Where has all of this come from tonight?"
"That fucking hat made you so happy today - I guess I just like seeing you that way, y'know? It just got me thinking suddenly about how I feel about you. I told you that you were weird, you told me that I loved it. You're right. I do. You're...you're..."
"Precious?"
Dominic nodded. "Yeah."
"You're such a girl," Matthew whispered, wrinkling his nose, "...but," his expression softened, "fuck, I love you, Dom. So much. I hope you know that."
"I do. I love you, too," Dominic breathed, leaning in as their lips met. Matthew sighed into it, the kiss impossibly slow and sweet. Their lazy snogging session continued until they grew breathless with the effort, that old familiar electricity beginning to spark between them. Dominic covered Matthew's body with his own, pressing Matthew into the bed while his lips latched onto the singer's neck. Matthew moaned, his hips arching upward; his hand snaked between their bodies to give Dominic's cock a couple of tugs.
"Oh, fuck," Dominic groaned. "Where's your hat? Gonna suck you till you fucking scream."
"Dom?"
"Hmm?
"I named it Ivan," Matthew giggled.
Pairing: Belldom, Non AU
Beta/Support: dolce_piccante <3
Rating: Light R, for language, implied smut. Fluff can be found here as well.
Summary: Remember the hat Matt got from a fan in Russia? He sure does.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no profit is being made and this is fiction.
Author's Note: If you choose to read, thank you, so much.
Dedication: For Soph, who has shown me great kindness.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me."
"When it comes to fashion, I never kid, Dom."
Dominic opened his mouth to reply, but instead chose to let the fact that Matthew Bellamy had just used the word 'fashion' simmer in his brain for a few moments. He couldn't suppress the snort that came from his mouth, that much was true, but he remained otherwise silent, content to finish undressing while Matthew continued to speak.
"I agreed to not wear it onstage tonight, yeah?"
"Agreed? Yes," Dominic laughed, "but only after you threw a massive fit like the two year old that you are. Although I do love it when you stomp your feet with that lower lip sticking out. It makes me hot."
"That's fucked up, Dom."
"Is it?"
"Extremely."
"You're probably right."
"I offered you and Chris a very reasonable solution and you refused to even consider it."
"Offering to go out and buy Chris and I our own hats to wear, so that we would all match, was not a reasonable solution."
"It was impossibly reasonable."
"One: do you think, for a moment, that I could keep a damn hat on top of my head while drumming?"
"It was so reasonable."
"Two: Chris headbangs like a fucker while playing, so he couldn't keep one on either."
"If you were to look up the word reasonable in the dictionary, you'd have seen my solution there as the very definition of the word for all of humanity to see."
"This leads me to the most important point of all, which is point number three: it would have messed up my hair. Therefore, that shit was in no fucking way an option."
When Dominic finally crawled into bed a few minutes later, Matthew was still waxing poetic about his new hat. More than that, Matthew was still wearing the hat... although Dominic couldn't find it within himself to argue the point too much, because the hat was the only thing Matthew was wearing.
"And - AND - I took it off when we went out to dinner earlier, too."
"That is true, yes," Dominic agreed, yawning. "But, Matt, you can't possibly sleep in the fucking thing."
"Don't tell me I can't do something, Dom. Don't. Ever. Do that."
"Just keep it on your side. I don't want it rolling over onto me in the middle of the night like some fuzzy fucking...thing. I'm stunned you haven't named it yet, actually."
"Check it, Dom - not only do I intend to sleep in it, but I also intend to wear it while you blow me."
"I would argue that you would have a difficult time keeping the hat atop your head in that instance."
"I disagree. Furthermore, I love a challenge."
"You're so damn weird."
"You love it," Matthew shot back, a sleepy smile on his face. When Dominic didn't answer, he glanced at the drummer, only to find him staring at Matthew, his expression unreadable. The sudden scrutiny made Matthew's heart beat a bit faster; he flushed slightly. "What is it?"
"You," Dominic replied softly. "Just you." He burrowed down deeper into the blankets, taking the opportunity to snuggle a bit closer to Matthew. His eyes swept along Matthew's frame, from the hat atop his head, down his bare torso, along pale legs, down to the tips of his toes. Unable to help himself, he reached out, pressing his palm against the center of Matthew's chest.
"What are you on about? Is something wrong?" Matthew asked quietly. "Is it the hat? It's the hat, isn't it."
Dominic grinned. "Shhh. It's not the hat... or perhaps it is. There's nothing wrong. I'm just thinking."
"About what?"
"Matt Bellamy. About how much I fucking adore him."
The flush on Matthew's cheeks blossomed into a full-on blush. "Bullsh-"
Dominic put one finger up to the singer's lips to quiet him. "Stop it. You're going to let me praise you for once, without a smart-arse comeback and without shrugging it off. I know you don't do well with compliments but you might as well get comfortable because I'm going to tell that you are precious to me, and you are going to lie here and listen, and then, because I am feeling suddenly very charitable, I am going to blow you while you wear your new hat. Okay?"
Matthew opened his mouth to reply, but quickly clamped it shut. He swallowed, nodding. Dominic pulled him close, until they were face to face on a single pillow, their noses barely touching. Matthew linked their fingers together.
"You've got a big-"
"Steady, Dom, steady. Leave my dick out of this."
Dominic smiled. "Heart. The biggest heart I've ever seen."
Matthew's breath hitched in his throat unexpectedly; he coughed. "Oh."
"You're kind. You make me laugh. You're so bloody talented. You're beautiful and you don't even realize it."
"I... I like it when you call me that," Matthew whispered.
"When I call you what?"
Matthew blinked, chewing on his lower lip nervously. "Beautiful. I... I don't feel beautiful, but when you say it like that, it... yeah, I like it. But, let's be honest here, you're the beautiful one, not m-"
"Stop it. We're talking about you," Dominic teased, "not me. What else... you're funny. You're a ball of constant, manic energy that I can't keep up with most days. You're passionate about the truth in things. You're a master showman. You're..." Dominic giggled, "you're my favorite shepherd."
Matthew melted; the corners of his lips turned up ever so slightly. He shook his head. "You just like my extra large shepherd cane."
"That's true."
"Where has all of this come from tonight?"
"That fucking hat made you so happy today - I guess I just like seeing you that way, y'know? It just got me thinking suddenly about how I feel about you. I told you that you were weird, you told me that I loved it. You're right. I do. You're...you're..."
"Precious?"
Dominic nodded. "Yeah."
"You're such a girl," Matthew whispered, wrinkling his nose, "...but," his expression softened, "fuck, I love you, Dom. So much. I hope you know that."
"I do. I love you, too," Dominic breathed, leaning in as their lips met. Matthew sighed into it, the kiss impossibly slow and sweet. Their lazy snogging session continued until they grew breathless with the effort, that old familiar electricity beginning to spark between them. Dominic covered Matthew's body with his own, pressing Matthew into the bed while his lips latched onto the singer's neck. Matthew moaned, his hips arching upward; his hand snaked between their bodies to give Dominic's cock a couple of tugs.
"Oh, fuck," Dominic groaned. "Where's your hat? Gonna suck you till you fucking scream."
"Dom?"
"Hmm?
"I named it Ivan," Matthew giggled.