Seventeen Steps (7/?)
Title: Seventeen Steps (7/?)
Author: millionstar
Pairing: Belldom (AU)
Rating: Will vary, this chapter: NC-17
Warnings: None
Beta: My Random Chants Selection, ophelia1971 &hearts
Summary: Matthew is intrigued by his newest neighbor.
Feedback: Would be lovely, if you are so inclined.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse; the following is pure fiction.
Author's Note: Mind the rating, because here there be smut - I cannot stress that enough. :-) Thanks to all of you who have been reading/commenting. I am incredibly humbled by the fact that so many of you are enjoying SS. *massive hugs*
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six
A sound shook Matthew out of his sleep. It wouldn’t have taken much to wake him, anyway, he had slept fitfully. It was a familiar sound, yet it took Matthew a couple seconds to place it.
A door closing.
Dominic?
Matthew sat up quickly - too quickly, for in his overtired state he fell off the couch and landed on the floor with a grunt. He sat up again, slowly this time. Glancing on the floor, his eye caught a piece of paper.
He stood, clutching the note in his hand. Once he had read it a blazing smile had made its way onto his lips. Matthew reckoned that he’d smiled more in the last week than he had in the last couple of months. It was a nice feeling… and it was all thanks to Dominic. Matthew was amazed at the way he and Dominic had clicked in such a short time.
The sun wasn’t quite up yet, so Matthew made his way to his bed to catch up on his sleep. Dominic had made the bed up before leaving. Too tired to shed his clothes, Matthew pulled the covers back, climbed in and got comfortable. Turning over onto his side, he sighed loudly as sleep started to overcome him. Burying his face in his pillow, he breathed in deeply… and his eyes shot open.
Dominic. His bed, in particular, his pillow, smelled like Dominic.
Matthew leaned in again and inhaled once more. There it was again: the sweet aroma of Dominic’s shampoo, laced with the slightest hint of his cologne. He closed his eyes and continued breathing it in. The scent instantly transported him to the previous night, when they had both laid in this exact spot kissing each other so tenderly. Matthew wanted nothing more than to experience that again; he’d wanted Dominic so badly last night. He’d gone to bed positively aching for him.
Incidentally, Matthew was aching again now.
He squirmed in his bed, overcome with sheer want. Sitting up, he yanked his t-shirt over his head and tossed it across the room. His hands made quick work of his jeans and boxers, which he then shimmied down his legs before kicking them off the bed. Once he was fully naked, he lay back down, stretching languidly, purring, as he began to run one hand across his chest. His skin was soft and impossibly hot to the touch. His hand trailed across his collarbone and neck before capturing a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Matthew gasped at the pleasure that buzzed through his body as a result of such a simple action.
Christ, that’s good.
His legs were tangling in the soft bed sheets while he touched and teased himself. His hand caressed his smooth stomach before returning to his nipples once more. Matthew turned to the side and inhaled deeply again, the scent of the one he wanted going straight to his groin. His entire body was buzzing in a way it hadn’t in months - and it felt fucking fantastic.
Slowly, deliberately, he spread his legs. He arched his back as his hand found the creamy skin of his thigh.
Abruptly, he stopped. He turned his head to the left and opened his eyes slowly.
Nova was, unless he was quite mistaken, watching him.
He flushed slightly before getting out of bed, grabbing his t-shirt off the floor and draping it across Nova’s tank. “Sorry you had to see that, love,” he giggled.
Resuming his position on the bed, he proceeded to fondle the muscles of his inner thigh with one hand, while continuing to tweak his nipples with the other. He cupped his balls in his hand, stroking them lightly, before running his fingers through the coarse hair between his legs. After a few minutes he dared to look down, only to see his leaking cock, fully hard, against his stomach. Licking his lips, he curled his hand around his length and allowed himself a few firm tugs. He groaned at the sight of the pink skin disappearing in his fist.
He wondered if Dominic had woken up hard in this very spot earlier… and if he so, had he touched himself this way? Matthew shook his head with another groan. The thought, frankly, was too much to bear.
He leaned over to retrieve the lube from the drawer in his nightstand, dousing both hands with a generous amount of it. He lay back again, as one slick finger found his entrance. Matthew whimpered as he pushed forward slowly, seeking the spot he craved. His other wet hand found his cock and he stroked himself again, picking up a deliciously steady, lazy rhythm.
Fuck, so good. Slow down. Make it last.
Matthew pushed another finger forward into his core. The heat he felt there was glorious. He wondered why he’d denied himself this particular pleasure for so long, but only briefly. He knew precisely why: he hadn’t been this turned on in ages, but all that had changed at the scent of Dominic in his bed. Dominic, with his soft blonde hair and firm arms and lips that tasted of caramel. Dominic, with his kind nature and his wounded soul. Dominic, who had begged Matthew to touch him just a few hours ago.
Matthew cried out as his fingers found his prostate. He increased the speed of his strokes. Sweat ran down his neck as his hips pumped furiously. He moaned as his orgasm began to build slowly. Biting his lip, he thrust forward into his tight fist again while at the same time pushing back into the fingers that were filling him so perfectly. The unmistakably filthy sound of skin meeting wet skin filled the room, spurring Matthew on that much more.
So much for making it last. More. Deeper. Faster. Now.
The bed shook as he increased the speed of his thrusting hips. Matthew grunted loudly, wantonly, as his fist moved faster and his fingers plunged deeper. Panting, he scooted up on the pillow, catching Dominic’s scent again, stronger than before, threatening to push him over the edge.
Drowning in Dominic, overcome with want, Matthew licked the pillow wetly, at the same moment that his fingers found his prostate again. He screamed in pleasure, shaking.
“Unggghhh! Yes!”
He dragged his thumb across his slit, whimpering yet again; he was close. His thighs began to tremble and his toes curled. With a few more sharp tugs, he was coming, in hot spurts, over his hand and stomach. Matthew gasped for air as the strongest orgasm he’d had in months overtook him. He arched his back and jerked his hand faster, seeking every last drop of pleasure he could manage. His hips bucked as his hand was drenched yet again with his release.
Eventually he released himself, panting heavily. He was dripping with sweat. Glancing down, he watched as it dripped down his chest, mixing with the come on his stomach. Feeling especially bold, he dragged one finger through the wetness and brought it to his lips, sucking loudly. He supposed that he should clean himself off, but he was so utterly satisfied that he couldn’t move, didn‘t want to move.
Matthew grinned to himself, content and spent. He removed the t-shirt from Nova’s tank before hugging the pillow to his chest tightly, settling into a comfortable position.
He whispered Dominic’s name as he drifted off to sleep.
Two hours earlier
Dominic woke early, to the sight of stars hung in the sky outside Matthew’s bedroom window. For the first time in a long time, he’d slept incredibly well. He’d taken to sleeping with one eye open and one ear attuned lately in case Paige needed him for any reason. He still felt guilty for leaving her alone at the hospital last night, even though he knew that he shouldn’t - but he did need a break from the hospital.
Paige couldn’t merely take a break from her sickness, though. Dominic had trouble reconciling the fact that he could.
He sighed. Paige was right, of course, about a lot of things. It was true that he was much happier lately than he’d been in quite a long time. Matthew had definitely affected him in the short time they’d known each other. Matthew was kind, funny and genuine. Dominic turned over, lying on his stomach, smiling into Matthew’s pillow.
It was merely an added bonus that Matthew Bellamy was the most gorgeous creature he had ever laid eyes on.
Dominic eyed the edge of the bed where Matthew had sat last night. He put one hand out, caressing the warm sheets, closing his eyes as he remembered the way Matthew had leant in to kiss him. His blue eyes had positively sparkled as his warm hands had cupped Dominic’s face so sweetly. Dominic ghosted his fingertips across his cheekbones the way that Matthew had done last night, in this very bed.
Matthew’s bed.
The bed that held the pillows Matthew rested his ebony head on every night. The bed, covered in cerulean blue sheets similar to the color of Matthew’s eyes. The bed where Matthew dreams his dreams.
The bed that holds Matthew’s trembling body every time he comes.
STOP it, Dom.
Dominic couldn’t help himself. Even right now he wanted nothing more than to walk into Matthew’s den and snuggle up to him on the couch. He wanted Matthew’s arms around him again, wanted to bury his face in the soft skin of Matthew’s neck, wanted to leave a mark on that porcelain skin. Dominic stretched. His entire body hummed pleasantly with desire.
In Matthew’s bed.
He snaked one hand beneath his shirt, caressing his stomach. When his hand drifted upward to stroke the smattering of fine hair on his chest Dominic arched his back. He was so soft, and impossibly warm as he massaged his flushed skin. Swallowing, he willed himself to calm down. Thinking back, he was grateful that Matthew had decided not to take him up on his request earlier. He wanted Matthew more than anything, but he also wanted their first time to be something special, not something born of desperation in a moment of weakness.
Still, Dominic could not deny the fact that he was, in fact, rock-hard at the memory of being held and kissed so intensely by that gorgeous creature. He brought one finger to his lips and proceeded to suck on it wetly. When he let it fall from his lips he began to slowly tease one hard nipple with his fingertip. His grey eyes fluttered as he allowed his other hand to slowly rub his throbbing cock through his boxers.
In Matthew’s bed.
“Ohhhhh,” Dominic gasped, struggling to keep his voice down to a whisper. He bit his lip and hurriedly removed his hand from between his legs, trembling. He tried to focus on something else, anything else, because he wasn’t quite comfortable with the fact that he was touching himself in Matthew’s bed.
Dom, you can’t touch yourself like this… here. What if Matthew needed the bathroom and walked in to see you wanking?
Dominic‘s eyes widened. A sexy smirk played on his wet lips.
Maybe Matthew likes to watch? Or maybe he prefers to be watched?
STOP. IT. DOMINIC.
Dominic squirmed on Matthew’s bed, his hands in his hair, desperate to be able to ignore the heat that had gathered between his legs. He sighed in frustration… until his eyes fell on the door to Matthew’s bathroom.
Doors, after all, could be locked. The sexy smirk reappeared on his lips.
Dominic stood slowly and made his way to the bathroom quietly. Once inside he turned the lock and leaned his head against the wall. He shoved his boxers down his legs and stood, transfixed at the sight of his stiff cock standing at attention. He proceeded to caress the muscles in his neck just like Matthew had done the night before, drifting away on the memory of Matthew’s hands on his skin.
“Matthew,” he whispered.
He was ready.
Out of the corner of one eye he noticed the full length mirror in the corner of the room. He could see every inch of himself clearly in it. Dominic studied his reflection. The muscles on his arms glistened with a thin sheen of sweat. His eyes swept back and forth across the golden curves of his body. Curious, he put one hand out and massaged the firm skin of his arse, pleasantly surprised at how good it felt to the touch. Finding himself in the mirror again he could see that his mouth hung open slightly, his grey eyes were heavy with lust, and with every breath he took his chest and cock rose and fell in time.
He was positively dripping with sex.
Keeping his eyes locked on his body, Dominic licked his palm wetly, grasped his length and stroked himself slowly. When his eyes locked on to his lower body he gasped at the image of the thick, stiff skin jutting out from the dark hair between his legs. He decided to try something different… to that end, he stopped stroking himself, instead rubbing his cock against his stomach in a circular motion.
“Fuck, yeah,” he gasped, when his thumb teased his slit.
While Dominic stared at himself in the mirror, a question came to him out of nowhere… If Matthew walked in right now, would he like what he saw? Would he walk up behind Dominic and wrap his warm arms around Dominic’s body?
Losing patience, Dominic resumed stroking himself.
Would Matthew rest his head on Dominic’s neck as they watched themselves in the mirror? Would he place warm kisses along Dominic’s shoulders, all the time keeping his eyes between Dominic’s legs? Would he groan at the sight of Dominic touching himself?
Dominic’s fist moved faster. He rested his head on the door again, turning slightly so that he could still see himself in the mirror.
Would Matthew grind his hips slowly against Dominic so that Dominic could feel how hard he was for him? Would he whisper filthy words of encouragement in Dominic’s ear to spur him on? Would he slide his hands across Dominic’s stomach and thighs?
Dominic moaned as he increased the speed of his strokes. His hips snapped mercilessly as he felt himself nearing orgasm. He bit his lip, desperate to keep quiet.
Would Matthew grow tired of merely watching and throw Dominic to the floor? Would he shed his clothes and straddle Dominic’s body? Would he lower himself slowly onto Dominic’s cock?
Dominic shook the sweat-dripped hair out of his eyes. His stomach burned in anticipation, and his legs trembled as he struggled to keep his eyes open. He was close… so fucking close.
Would Matthew moan in pleasure as he rode Dominic? Would he keep his blue eyes open so that Dominic could stare into them when he came? Would he scream Dominic’s name when he came?
That was all it took. Leaning against the door, shaking with pleasure, Dominic shuddered and came violently, watching as his wet release soaked his hand. He sank to the floor, spent.
When his breathing had returned to normal he cleaned up after himself and got back into bed.
Matthew’s bed.
____
A couple of hours later Dominic was dressed and ready to leave, impatient to see what sort of night Paige had spent. He noticed a note pad and pen on a desk in Matthew’s hallway. Hastily, he scribbled a note to Matthew.
Thank you for everything. I’m so happy I‘ve found you. Sleep well, D.
Dominic gently placed the note on Matthew’s chest and left with yet another smile on his face.
Author: millionstar
Pairing: Belldom (AU)
Rating: Will vary, this chapter: NC-17
Warnings: None
Beta: My Random Chants Selection, ophelia1971 &hearts
Summary: Matthew is intrigued by his newest neighbor.
Feedback: Would be lovely, if you are so inclined.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse; the following is pure fiction.
Author's Note: Mind the rating, because here there be smut - I cannot stress that enough. :-) Thanks to all of you who have been reading/commenting. I am incredibly humbled by the fact that so many of you are enjoying SS. *massive hugs*
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six
A sound shook Matthew out of his sleep. It wouldn’t have taken much to wake him, anyway, he had slept fitfully. It was a familiar sound, yet it took Matthew a couple seconds to place it.
A door closing.
Dominic?
Matthew sat up quickly - too quickly, for in his overtired state he fell off the couch and landed on the floor with a grunt. He sat up again, slowly this time. Glancing on the floor, his eye caught a piece of paper.
He stood, clutching the note in his hand. Once he had read it a blazing smile had made its way onto his lips. Matthew reckoned that he’d smiled more in the last week than he had in the last couple of months. It was a nice feeling… and it was all thanks to Dominic. Matthew was amazed at the way he and Dominic had clicked in such a short time.
The sun wasn’t quite up yet, so Matthew made his way to his bed to catch up on his sleep. Dominic had made the bed up before leaving. Too tired to shed his clothes, Matthew pulled the covers back, climbed in and got comfortable. Turning over onto his side, he sighed loudly as sleep started to overcome him. Burying his face in his pillow, he breathed in deeply… and his eyes shot open.
Dominic. His bed, in particular, his pillow, smelled like Dominic.
Matthew leaned in again and inhaled once more. There it was again: the sweet aroma of Dominic’s shampoo, laced with the slightest hint of his cologne. He closed his eyes and continued breathing it in. The scent instantly transported him to the previous night, when they had both laid in this exact spot kissing each other so tenderly. Matthew wanted nothing more than to experience that again; he’d wanted Dominic so badly last night. He’d gone to bed positively aching for him.
Incidentally, Matthew was aching again now.
He squirmed in his bed, overcome with sheer want. Sitting up, he yanked his t-shirt over his head and tossed it across the room. His hands made quick work of his jeans and boxers, which he then shimmied down his legs before kicking them off the bed. Once he was fully naked, he lay back down, stretching languidly, purring, as he began to run one hand across his chest. His skin was soft and impossibly hot to the touch. His hand trailed across his collarbone and neck before capturing a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Matthew gasped at the pleasure that buzzed through his body as a result of such a simple action.
Christ, that’s good.
His legs were tangling in the soft bed sheets while he touched and teased himself. His hand caressed his smooth stomach before returning to his nipples once more. Matthew turned to the side and inhaled deeply again, the scent of the one he wanted going straight to his groin. His entire body was buzzing in a way it hadn’t in months - and it felt fucking fantastic.
Slowly, deliberately, he spread his legs. He arched his back as his hand found the creamy skin of his thigh.
Abruptly, he stopped. He turned his head to the left and opened his eyes slowly.
Nova was, unless he was quite mistaken, watching him.
He flushed slightly before getting out of bed, grabbing his t-shirt off the floor and draping it across Nova’s tank. “Sorry you had to see that, love,” he giggled.
Resuming his position on the bed, he proceeded to fondle the muscles of his inner thigh with one hand, while continuing to tweak his nipples with the other. He cupped his balls in his hand, stroking them lightly, before running his fingers through the coarse hair between his legs. After a few minutes he dared to look down, only to see his leaking cock, fully hard, against his stomach. Licking his lips, he curled his hand around his length and allowed himself a few firm tugs. He groaned at the sight of the pink skin disappearing in his fist.
He wondered if Dominic had woken up hard in this very spot earlier… and if he so, had he touched himself this way? Matthew shook his head with another groan. The thought, frankly, was too much to bear.
He leaned over to retrieve the lube from the drawer in his nightstand, dousing both hands with a generous amount of it. He lay back again, as one slick finger found his entrance. Matthew whimpered as he pushed forward slowly, seeking the spot he craved. His other wet hand found his cock and he stroked himself again, picking up a deliciously steady, lazy rhythm.
Fuck, so good. Slow down. Make it last.
Matthew pushed another finger forward into his core. The heat he felt there was glorious. He wondered why he’d denied himself this particular pleasure for so long, but only briefly. He knew precisely why: he hadn’t been this turned on in ages, but all that had changed at the scent of Dominic in his bed. Dominic, with his soft blonde hair and firm arms and lips that tasted of caramel. Dominic, with his kind nature and his wounded soul. Dominic, who had begged Matthew to touch him just a few hours ago.
Matthew cried out as his fingers found his prostate. He increased the speed of his strokes. Sweat ran down his neck as his hips pumped furiously. He moaned as his orgasm began to build slowly. Biting his lip, he thrust forward into his tight fist again while at the same time pushing back into the fingers that were filling him so perfectly. The unmistakably filthy sound of skin meeting wet skin filled the room, spurring Matthew on that much more.
So much for making it last. More. Deeper. Faster. Now.
The bed shook as he increased the speed of his thrusting hips. Matthew grunted loudly, wantonly, as his fist moved faster and his fingers plunged deeper. Panting, he scooted up on the pillow, catching Dominic’s scent again, stronger than before, threatening to push him over the edge.
Drowning in Dominic, overcome with want, Matthew licked the pillow wetly, at the same moment that his fingers found his prostate again. He screamed in pleasure, shaking.
“Unggghhh! Yes!”
He dragged his thumb across his slit, whimpering yet again; he was close. His thighs began to tremble and his toes curled. With a few more sharp tugs, he was coming, in hot spurts, over his hand and stomach. Matthew gasped for air as the strongest orgasm he’d had in months overtook him. He arched his back and jerked his hand faster, seeking every last drop of pleasure he could manage. His hips bucked as his hand was drenched yet again with his release.
Eventually he released himself, panting heavily. He was dripping with sweat. Glancing down, he watched as it dripped down his chest, mixing with the come on his stomach. Feeling especially bold, he dragged one finger through the wetness and brought it to his lips, sucking loudly. He supposed that he should clean himself off, but he was so utterly satisfied that he couldn’t move, didn‘t want to move.
Matthew grinned to himself, content and spent. He removed the t-shirt from Nova’s tank before hugging the pillow to his chest tightly, settling into a comfortable position.
He whispered Dominic’s name as he drifted off to sleep.
Two hours earlier
Dominic woke early, to the sight of stars hung in the sky outside Matthew’s bedroom window. For the first time in a long time, he’d slept incredibly well. He’d taken to sleeping with one eye open and one ear attuned lately in case Paige needed him for any reason. He still felt guilty for leaving her alone at the hospital last night, even though he knew that he shouldn’t - but he did need a break from the hospital.
Paige couldn’t merely take a break from her sickness, though. Dominic had trouble reconciling the fact that he could.
He sighed. Paige was right, of course, about a lot of things. It was true that he was much happier lately than he’d been in quite a long time. Matthew had definitely affected him in the short time they’d known each other. Matthew was kind, funny and genuine. Dominic turned over, lying on his stomach, smiling into Matthew’s pillow.
It was merely an added bonus that Matthew Bellamy was the most gorgeous creature he had ever laid eyes on.
Dominic eyed the edge of the bed where Matthew had sat last night. He put one hand out, caressing the warm sheets, closing his eyes as he remembered the way Matthew had leant in to kiss him. His blue eyes had positively sparkled as his warm hands had cupped Dominic’s face so sweetly. Dominic ghosted his fingertips across his cheekbones the way that Matthew had done last night, in this very bed.
Matthew’s bed.
The bed that held the pillows Matthew rested his ebony head on every night. The bed, covered in cerulean blue sheets similar to the color of Matthew’s eyes. The bed where Matthew dreams his dreams.
The bed that holds Matthew’s trembling body every time he comes.
STOP it, Dom.
Dominic couldn’t help himself. Even right now he wanted nothing more than to walk into Matthew’s den and snuggle up to him on the couch. He wanted Matthew’s arms around him again, wanted to bury his face in the soft skin of Matthew’s neck, wanted to leave a mark on that porcelain skin. Dominic stretched. His entire body hummed pleasantly with desire.
In Matthew’s bed.
He snaked one hand beneath his shirt, caressing his stomach. When his hand drifted upward to stroke the smattering of fine hair on his chest Dominic arched his back. He was so soft, and impossibly warm as he massaged his flushed skin. Swallowing, he willed himself to calm down. Thinking back, he was grateful that Matthew had decided not to take him up on his request earlier. He wanted Matthew more than anything, but he also wanted their first time to be something special, not something born of desperation in a moment of weakness.
Still, Dominic could not deny the fact that he was, in fact, rock-hard at the memory of being held and kissed so intensely by that gorgeous creature. He brought one finger to his lips and proceeded to suck on it wetly. When he let it fall from his lips he began to slowly tease one hard nipple with his fingertip. His grey eyes fluttered as he allowed his other hand to slowly rub his throbbing cock through his boxers.
In Matthew’s bed.
“Ohhhhh,” Dominic gasped, struggling to keep his voice down to a whisper. He bit his lip and hurriedly removed his hand from between his legs, trembling. He tried to focus on something else, anything else, because he wasn’t quite comfortable with the fact that he was touching himself in Matthew’s bed.
Dom, you can’t touch yourself like this… here. What if Matthew needed the bathroom and walked in to see you wanking?
Dominic‘s eyes widened. A sexy smirk played on his wet lips.
Maybe Matthew likes to watch? Or maybe he prefers to be watched?
STOP. IT. DOMINIC.
Dominic squirmed on Matthew’s bed, his hands in his hair, desperate to be able to ignore the heat that had gathered between his legs. He sighed in frustration… until his eyes fell on the door to Matthew’s bathroom.
Doors, after all, could be locked. The sexy smirk reappeared on his lips.
Dominic stood slowly and made his way to the bathroom quietly. Once inside he turned the lock and leaned his head against the wall. He shoved his boxers down his legs and stood, transfixed at the sight of his stiff cock standing at attention. He proceeded to caress the muscles in his neck just like Matthew had done the night before, drifting away on the memory of Matthew’s hands on his skin.
“Matthew,” he whispered.
He was ready.
Out of the corner of one eye he noticed the full length mirror in the corner of the room. He could see every inch of himself clearly in it. Dominic studied his reflection. The muscles on his arms glistened with a thin sheen of sweat. His eyes swept back and forth across the golden curves of his body. Curious, he put one hand out and massaged the firm skin of his arse, pleasantly surprised at how good it felt to the touch. Finding himself in the mirror again he could see that his mouth hung open slightly, his grey eyes were heavy with lust, and with every breath he took his chest and cock rose and fell in time.
He was positively dripping with sex.
Keeping his eyes locked on his body, Dominic licked his palm wetly, grasped his length and stroked himself slowly. When his eyes locked on to his lower body he gasped at the image of the thick, stiff skin jutting out from the dark hair between his legs. He decided to try something different… to that end, he stopped stroking himself, instead rubbing his cock against his stomach in a circular motion.
“Fuck, yeah,” he gasped, when his thumb teased his slit.
While Dominic stared at himself in the mirror, a question came to him out of nowhere… If Matthew walked in right now, would he like what he saw? Would he walk up behind Dominic and wrap his warm arms around Dominic’s body?
Losing patience, Dominic resumed stroking himself.
Would Matthew rest his head on Dominic’s neck as they watched themselves in the mirror? Would he place warm kisses along Dominic’s shoulders, all the time keeping his eyes between Dominic’s legs? Would he groan at the sight of Dominic touching himself?
Dominic’s fist moved faster. He rested his head on the door again, turning slightly so that he could still see himself in the mirror.
Would Matthew grind his hips slowly against Dominic so that Dominic could feel how hard he was for him? Would he whisper filthy words of encouragement in Dominic’s ear to spur him on? Would he slide his hands across Dominic’s stomach and thighs?
Dominic moaned as he increased the speed of his strokes. His hips snapped mercilessly as he felt himself nearing orgasm. He bit his lip, desperate to keep quiet.
Would Matthew grow tired of merely watching and throw Dominic to the floor? Would he shed his clothes and straddle Dominic’s body? Would he lower himself slowly onto Dominic’s cock?
Dominic shook the sweat-dripped hair out of his eyes. His stomach burned in anticipation, and his legs trembled as he struggled to keep his eyes open. He was close… so fucking close.
Would Matthew moan in pleasure as he rode Dominic? Would he keep his blue eyes open so that Dominic could stare into them when he came? Would he scream Dominic’s name when he came?
That was all it took. Leaning against the door, shaking with pleasure, Dominic shuddered and came violently, watching as his wet release soaked his hand. He sank to the floor, spent.
When his breathing had returned to normal he cleaned up after himself and got back into bed.
Matthew’s bed.
____
A couple of hours later Dominic was dressed and ready to leave, impatient to see what sort of night Paige had spent. He noticed a note pad and pen on a desk in Matthew’s hallway. Hastily, he scribbled a note to Matthew.
Thank you for everything. I’m so happy I‘ve found you. Sleep well, D.
Dominic gently placed the note on Matthew’s chest and left with yet another smile on his face.