Seventeen Steps (15/?)
Title: Seventeen Steps (15/?)
Author: millionstar
Pairing: Belldom (AU)
Rating: Will vary, this chapter: NC-17
Warnings: None
Beta: My Random Chants Selection, ophelia1971, Beta extraordinaire and a wonderful friend. &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.
A/N: As always, thanks to Lizz, Chants & Katy for their constant support. x
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten-a, Ten-b, Ten-c, Xmas Eve, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen
Dominic struggled to breathe as Matthew enveloped him completely. “You okay?”
Matthew nodded, remaining silent until he adjusted to the feel of taut, thick skin inside him. He felt deliciously full of Dominic and the thought made his heart skip a beat. He was surprised when Dominic leaned up to capture his face in his hands and gift him with another sweet kiss.
“Are you sure?” he asked again, caressing one porcelain cheekbone. “We can wait. I-I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m okay,” Matthew whispered as he slowly began to move. “It’s fine now. You’re just so bloody big.”
“Sweet talker,” Dominic teased, his hands caressing Matthew‘s sweat-soaked thighs.
The sweet talker in question grinned, riding Dominic steadily now. “You are, though… feels so good,” he gasped.
Dominic leaned back onto the pile of pillows, his mouth hanging open. His hands made their way to Matthew’s hips, helping to guide the brunet’s movements as he thrust upward into that delicious heat. The blonde studied the beautiful creature before him, licking his lips as Matthew dragged his fingertips across his pale chest. Dominic’s eyes traveled further south, admiring the muscles of Matthew’s stomach, the tiny trail of dark hair that began under his navel, until he finally found himself staring at Matthew’s leaking cock. Feeling cheeky, Dominic ran one finger through the wet tip, the ministration causing Matthew to cry out.
Their half-lidded eyes met. Dominic tilted to the side and thrust hard, pleased that the action elicited a few choice curse words out of Matthew.
So that’s the spot, Dominic thought.
Matthew‘s eyes widened as he watched Dominic take his pre-come-soaked finger and tease one of his nipples until it was glistening. The blonde arched his back as he teased himself, until finally he brought the finger to his mouth and sucked it clean.
“You‘re delicious, always so delicious,” Dominic panted, just as Matthew cried out, rising and falling urgently now.
“Touch me, Dominic,” the brunet begged, guiding one of Dominic’s hands to his cock, the blonde tugging him with firm, fast strokes.
Matthew was overcome. He rode Dominic faster, the pressure of Dominic’s head slamming into his prostate making him grunt in pleasure; this was a particular position his previous partner had never allowed him to indulge in. How could this feel so fucking amazing? How was Dominic feeling right now?
How can this bed take this much motion without breaking?
“Yeah, c’mon, Matthew,” Dominic grunted, his hand working Matthew’s cock furiously, his hips straining upward with each thrust. He was close.
It was too much for Matthew. The sight of Dominic writhing beneath him, the feel of Dominic filling him so perfectly…
(the sight of his come still evident on Dominic‘s nipple)
…the way he bucked so hard against Dominic’s body as he started to come; all of these things would be burned into Matthew’s mind forever.
“Dom, I, oh, fuck, yes,” he shrieked, bouncing violently on the blonde. He was dimly aware of Dominic coming then too. He could hear his name being moaned in the distance.
Spent, Matthew collapsed onto Dominic’s chest with one final groan, Dominic wrapping his arms around Matthew‘s back, speaking to him softly.
“So gorgeous,” Dominic whispered, still panting. “My Matthew.”
Matthew held him tightly. “Dominic, you feel…” he began, struggling to breathe.
Running his fingers through black locks, Dominic kissed Matthew’s neck sweetly. He waited for Matthew to finish.
Silence.
“Yes?” Dominic asked, concerned.
Matthew bit his lip. Say it, he thought to himself. Say what you really want to.
No, don‘t.
You’ll scare him away.
Coward.
He tried another approach. Leaning up, gazing into glistening, grey eyes, Matthew spoke quietly.
“You feel… you feel like… home.”
Dominic’s eyes widened. He cupped Matthew’s face in his hands, gently caressing his lover’s lips with his thumbs.
“Matthew, I-”
The sharp ringing of the telephone startled them both. It also broke the spell. Matthew carefully lifted himself, pouting slightly when Dominic’s cock slid from him, and reached for his phone. Dominic moved with him, kissing Matthew’s shoulder as he greeted the caller.
“Matthew! It’s Monica!”
“Good morning, Monica! What’s up, darling?” Matthew asked, shivering as Dominic bit his neck.
“We’re nearly in front of your building. I’m going to bring your pay to you if that’s okay? Mum is taking me shopping this morning!” she proclaimed happily.
“Of course it’s okay! I’ll meet you at the door,” he replied, smiling. Hanging up, he turned around, kissing Dominic hotly before jumping up. After hurriedly cleaning himself up, he threw a pair of jeans and a t-shirt on.
“Where you going?” Dominic whined. “Who’s Monica? Should I be jealous?”
“She’s a student of mine, silly,” Matthew grinned, running his hands through his hair. “One of my best, actually. Why don’t you get dressed so you can meet her, she’s really a great kid.” He leaned in and kissed Dominic again. “You don’t have to stay in your clothes for long, you know.”
Dominic grinned. “Ooh, Mister Bellamy,” he purred, kissing Matthew‘s neck, “will you teach me a lesson or two when we come back to bed?”
The brunet nodded, winking. “Absolutely! Kelly and Paige will be shopping for a good while yet. Now hurry up and throw your clothes on.“ There was a knock at the door.
“Come on in, sweetheart!” Matthew yelled, bounding toward his den. He heard the door open and gave Monica a huge smile, until he realized it wasn’t Monica at all.
“Well, hello yourself, handsome,” Mrs. Utley purred, placing an envelope on the kitchen table. “Christ, look at you. You’re an absolute sight first thing in the morning, aren’t you?”
Matthew froze halfway to the door, sliding across the floor in his socks. “O-oh!-“ Instinctively he took a few steps back, covering his arse with his hands as she walked toward him calmly. “Okay, now, just-” As his back hit the wall he panicked at the realization that he was trapped.
Monica’s mother smoothed her short skirt and shook her red hair out of her eyes. As she moved closer to Matthew she licked her lips, her eyes drawn to the way his tight jeans accentuated his crotch. “Come on, Matthew, just give me a taste, yeah?”
“Mrs. Utley, please!” he begged.
She cocked her head, smirking. “What, are you gay or something?”
“Actually,“ Matthew began, until he felt warm, strong arms envelop him from behind. He leaned back into the embrace, Dominic resting his head on Matthew’s shoulder, smiling brightly at Mrs. Utley.
“Well, hello!” Dominic boomed, placing a protective kiss to Matthew‘s cheek. “I‘m Dominic, good morning!”
She looked at Matthew, mouth open in shock. Matthew raised an eyebrow at Mrs. Utley, amused that she at least had the decency to look embarrassed.
“You… you are?” she said, eyes wide.
Matthew nodded, biting back a grin. “Yep.”
She swallowed, her demeanor suddenly changing. Walking backwards toward the door, she spoke brightly. “Right! Well, okay, then, Matthew! Your cheque is on the table, and Monica will see you next week, yes?”
He nodded. “Of course.”
She turned at the door and looked back at the two of them, now in each others arms, and nodded her head. “Enjoy your weekend.”
Then she was gone.
The two of them burst into manic giggles once the door shut behind her.
“Matthew, can I ask you a question?” Dominic giggled, holding his stomach.
“Go for it,” Matthew replied, wiping his eyes, still laughing himself.
“Why were you holding your arse like that when I walked in the room?”
“I was protecting myself! Last time she was here she felt me up!“ Matthew admitted, blushing and shuddering at the thought.
Dominic went silent, his hand flying to his mouth. He stopped laughing - for about three seconds - before bursting out in a fresh bout of laughter. Matthew rolled his eyes, grinning. He held his hand out to Dominic and led him back to the bedroom, the blonde bringing his hand to his lips to kiss it sweetly.
“I’m glad you were here, you know,” Matthew whispered into Dominic’s smiling lips. “Thanks for saving me and my fabulous arse from her.”
“Think nothing of it. I’m happy I was here too, I-I love being here with you. Besides, your arse is mine now,” Dominic proclaimed with a cheeky wink, his hands drifting down to cup Matthew through his jeans.
“How do you do that?” Matthew breathed as they sat down on the bed.
“Do what, gorgeous?”
“You make me feel like…” Matthew cleared his throat, looking away, “…like I can face anything when you‘re with me.”
Dominic smiled, brushing the hair from Matthew’s eyes. “Really?”
“Really.”
Matthew lay back on his pillows, bringing Dominic into his arms. The blonde nestled into Matthew’s arms, lacing his fingers through his free hand. He spoke carefully.
“This, what we have, it’s, I mean… it’s good, isn’t it?”
Matthew held Dominic tightly, nodding. “It‘s brilliant, Dominic. I’m so happy I met you, and Paige.” His eyes fell to the desk beside his bed, his thoughts consumed with the unopened letter inside it.
“I got a letter from my father a few days ago,” he said softly.
Dominic sat up, studying Matthew’s face carefully. “You did? Are you alright?”
Matthew looked him in the eye. “I haven’t read it yet. I’m afraid to, really. I can’t imagine what he wants after all these years. I also can’t imagine why he thinks I would want to hear from him at all. Dom, would you do something for me, please?”
“Anything, gorgeous. Name it.”
“Will you sit with me while I read it? I don’t want to be alone,” the brunet whispered, studying the floor.
Dominic raised Matthew’s eyes to his own and kissed him on the cheek. “Of course I will. I’m right here.”
Wordlessly, Matthew sat up, opened the desk drawer and retrieved the envelope. Dominic sat behind him, one hand rubbing circles on Matthew’s back and he occasionally placed a chaste kiss to the back of his neck. He frowned when he noticed that Matthew was merely holding the letter, but making no effort to open it. Still, Dominic gave him a couple more minutes to take that step.
But, Matthew was frozen.
“It’s okay, Matthew. I promise.”
“Dominic?”
“Yes?”
A shaking Matthew turned to him, tears already in his eyes. “Will you open it for me? I can‘t seem to.”
With a nod, Dominic took the letter from him, and then kissed him sweetly, using his thumb to brush a stray tear away. The blonde opened it carefully, removing the contents of the envelope carefully before handing it to Matthew. Matthew reached out, accepted it, and proceeded to read it. All the while, Dominic sat behind him on the bed, his strong arms wrapped around Matthew’s chest, his head resting on Matthew’s back. When he felt Matthew hunch forward, sobs wracking his thin frame, Dominic sprang into action, jumping off the bed and kneeling in front of his lover in a futile attempt to stop his tears.
“Oh, no! Talk to me, gorgeous, please don’t cry. Let me help, what can I do for you?” He moved as Matthew made a frantic dash to the bathroom to vomit, Dominic following behind him. Once he had emptied his stomach, Matthew stood shakily, Dominic pressing a wet cloth to his head. Arm in arm they made their way back down the hall.
Matthew raised his red eyes to Dominic’s and spoke in a broken whisper.
“He wants to see me. I don‘t want to see him, Dominic, please, tell me I don‘t have to. I can‘t!” he sobbed, falling forward into Dominic’s arms, the both of them falling onto the floor in front of Nova‘s tank. Dominic stroked his hair, tears in his own eyes.
Matthew spoke again. “I won’t see him. Not after what he did to me. He broke me, nearly.”
“It’s okay, gorgeous,” Dominic whispered. “Noone is going to make you do anything you don’t want to. I promise you that, okay?”
I won’t let him hurt you again, Matthew.
I promise you that as well.
They lay in each others arms for some time: Dominic rocking Matthew in his arms, watching Nova swim through the tiny pirate ship in her tank.
Author: millionstar
Pairing: Belldom (AU)
Rating: Will vary, this chapter: NC-17
Warnings: None
Beta: My Random Chants Selection, ophelia1971, Beta extraordinaire and a wonderful friend. &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.
A/N: As always, thanks to Lizz, Chants & Katy for their constant support. x
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten-a, Ten-b, Ten-c, Xmas Eve, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen
Dominic struggled to breathe as Matthew enveloped him completely. “You okay?”
Matthew nodded, remaining silent until he adjusted to the feel of taut, thick skin inside him. He felt deliciously full of Dominic and the thought made his heart skip a beat. He was surprised when Dominic leaned up to capture his face in his hands and gift him with another sweet kiss.
“Are you sure?” he asked again, caressing one porcelain cheekbone. “We can wait. I-I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m okay,” Matthew whispered as he slowly began to move. “It’s fine now. You’re just so bloody big.”
“Sweet talker,” Dominic teased, his hands caressing Matthew‘s sweat-soaked thighs.
The sweet talker in question grinned, riding Dominic steadily now. “You are, though… feels so good,” he gasped.
Dominic leaned back onto the pile of pillows, his mouth hanging open. His hands made their way to Matthew’s hips, helping to guide the brunet’s movements as he thrust upward into that delicious heat. The blonde studied the beautiful creature before him, licking his lips as Matthew dragged his fingertips across his pale chest. Dominic’s eyes traveled further south, admiring the muscles of Matthew’s stomach, the tiny trail of dark hair that began under his navel, until he finally found himself staring at Matthew’s leaking cock. Feeling cheeky, Dominic ran one finger through the wet tip, the ministration causing Matthew to cry out.
Their half-lidded eyes met. Dominic tilted to the side and thrust hard, pleased that the action elicited a few choice curse words out of Matthew.
So that’s the spot, Dominic thought.
Matthew‘s eyes widened as he watched Dominic take his pre-come-soaked finger and tease one of his nipples until it was glistening. The blonde arched his back as he teased himself, until finally he brought the finger to his mouth and sucked it clean.
“You‘re delicious, always so delicious,” Dominic panted, just as Matthew cried out, rising and falling urgently now.
“Touch me, Dominic,” the brunet begged, guiding one of Dominic’s hands to his cock, the blonde tugging him with firm, fast strokes.
Matthew was overcome. He rode Dominic faster, the pressure of Dominic’s head slamming into his prostate making him grunt in pleasure; this was a particular position his previous partner had never allowed him to indulge in. How could this feel so fucking amazing? How was Dominic feeling right now?
How can this bed take this much motion without breaking?
“Yeah, c’mon, Matthew,” Dominic grunted, his hand working Matthew’s cock furiously, his hips straining upward with each thrust. He was close.
It was too much for Matthew. The sight of Dominic writhing beneath him, the feel of Dominic filling him so perfectly…
(the sight of his come still evident on Dominic‘s nipple)
…the way he bucked so hard against Dominic’s body as he started to come; all of these things would be burned into Matthew’s mind forever.
“Dom, I, oh, fuck, yes,” he shrieked, bouncing violently on the blonde. He was dimly aware of Dominic coming then too. He could hear his name being moaned in the distance.
Spent, Matthew collapsed onto Dominic’s chest with one final groan, Dominic wrapping his arms around Matthew‘s back, speaking to him softly.
“So gorgeous,” Dominic whispered, still panting. “My Matthew.”
Matthew held him tightly. “Dominic, you feel…” he began, struggling to breathe.
Running his fingers through black locks, Dominic kissed Matthew’s neck sweetly. He waited for Matthew to finish.
Silence.
“Yes?” Dominic asked, concerned.
Matthew bit his lip. Say it, he thought to himself. Say what you really want to.
No, don‘t.
You’ll scare him away.
Coward.
He tried another approach. Leaning up, gazing into glistening, grey eyes, Matthew spoke quietly.
“You feel… you feel like… home.”
Dominic’s eyes widened. He cupped Matthew’s face in his hands, gently caressing his lover’s lips with his thumbs.
“Matthew, I-”
The sharp ringing of the telephone startled them both. It also broke the spell. Matthew carefully lifted himself, pouting slightly when Dominic’s cock slid from him, and reached for his phone. Dominic moved with him, kissing Matthew’s shoulder as he greeted the caller.
“Matthew! It’s Monica!”
“Good morning, Monica! What’s up, darling?” Matthew asked, shivering as Dominic bit his neck.
“We’re nearly in front of your building. I’m going to bring your pay to you if that’s okay? Mum is taking me shopping this morning!” she proclaimed happily.
“Of course it’s okay! I’ll meet you at the door,” he replied, smiling. Hanging up, he turned around, kissing Dominic hotly before jumping up. After hurriedly cleaning himself up, he threw a pair of jeans and a t-shirt on.
“Where you going?” Dominic whined. “Who’s Monica? Should I be jealous?”
“She’s a student of mine, silly,” Matthew grinned, running his hands through his hair. “One of my best, actually. Why don’t you get dressed so you can meet her, she’s really a great kid.” He leaned in and kissed Dominic again. “You don’t have to stay in your clothes for long, you know.”
Dominic grinned. “Ooh, Mister Bellamy,” he purred, kissing Matthew‘s neck, “will you teach me a lesson or two when we come back to bed?”
The brunet nodded, winking. “Absolutely! Kelly and Paige will be shopping for a good while yet. Now hurry up and throw your clothes on.“ There was a knock at the door.
“Come on in, sweetheart!” Matthew yelled, bounding toward his den. He heard the door open and gave Monica a huge smile, until he realized it wasn’t Monica at all.
“Well, hello yourself, handsome,” Mrs. Utley purred, placing an envelope on the kitchen table. “Christ, look at you. You’re an absolute sight first thing in the morning, aren’t you?”
Matthew froze halfway to the door, sliding across the floor in his socks. “O-oh!-“ Instinctively he took a few steps back, covering his arse with his hands as she walked toward him calmly. “Okay, now, just-” As his back hit the wall he panicked at the realization that he was trapped.
Monica’s mother smoothed her short skirt and shook her red hair out of her eyes. As she moved closer to Matthew she licked her lips, her eyes drawn to the way his tight jeans accentuated his crotch. “Come on, Matthew, just give me a taste, yeah?”
“Mrs. Utley, please!” he begged.
She cocked her head, smirking. “What, are you gay or something?”
“Actually,“ Matthew began, until he felt warm, strong arms envelop him from behind. He leaned back into the embrace, Dominic resting his head on Matthew’s shoulder, smiling brightly at Mrs. Utley.
“Well, hello!” Dominic boomed, placing a protective kiss to Matthew‘s cheek. “I‘m Dominic, good morning!”
She looked at Matthew, mouth open in shock. Matthew raised an eyebrow at Mrs. Utley, amused that she at least had the decency to look embarrassed.
“You… you are?” she said, eyes wide.
Matthew nodded, biting back a grin. “Yep.”
She swallowed, her demeanor suddenly changing. Walking backwards toward the door, she spoke brightly. “Right! Well, okay, then, Matthew! Your cheque is on the table, and Monica will see you next week, yes?”
He nodded. “Of course.”
She turned at the door and looked back at the two of them, now in each others arms, and nodded her head. “Enjoy your weekend.”
Then she was gone.
The two of them burst into manic giggles once the door shut behind her.
“Matthew, can I ask you a question?” Dominic giggled, holding his stomach.
“Go for it,” Matthew replied, wiping his eyes, still laughing himself.
“Why were you holding your arse like that when I walked in the room?”
“I was protecting myself! Last time she was here she felt me up!“ Matthew admitted, blushing and shuddering at the thought.
Dominic went silent, his hand flying to his mouth. He stopped laughing - for about three seconds - before bursting out in a fresh bout of laughter. Matthew rolled his eyes, grinning. He held his hand out to Dominic and led him back to the bedroom, the blonde bringing his hand to his lips to kiss it sweetly.
“I’m glad you were here, you know,” Matthew whispered into Dominic’s smiling lips. “Thanks for saving me and my fabulous arse from her.”
“Think nothing of it. I’m happy I was here too, I-I love being here with you. Besides, your arse is mine now,” Dominic proclaimed with a cheeky wink, his hands drifting down to cup Matthew through his jeans.
“How do you do that?” Matthew breathed as they sat down on the bed.
“Do what, gorgeous?”
“You make me feel like…” Matthew cleared his throat, looking away, “…like I can face anything when you‘re with me.”
Dominic smiled, brushing the hair from Matthew’s eyes. “Really?”
“Really.”
Matthew lay back on his pillows, bringing Dominic into his arms. The blonde nestled into Matthew’s arms, lacing his fingers through his free hand. He spoke carefully.
“This, what we have, it’s, I mean… it’s good, isn’t it?”
Matthew held Dominic tightly, nodding. “It‘s brilliant, Dominic. I’m so happy I met you, and Paige.” His eyes fell to the desk beside his bed, his thoughts consumed with the unopened letter inside it.
“I got a letter from my father a few days ago,” he said softly.
Dominic sat up, studying Matthew’s face carefully. “You did? Are you alright?”
Matthew looked him in the eye. “I haven’t read it yet. I’m afraid to, really. I can’t imagine what he wants after all these years. I also can’t imagine why he thinks I would want to hear from him at all. Dom, would you do something for me, please?”
“Anything, gorgeous. Name it.”
“Will you sit with me while I read it? I don’t want to be alone,” the brunet whispered, studying the floor.
Dominic raised Matthew’s eyes to his own and kissed him on the cheek. “Of course I will. I’m right here.”
Wordlessly, Matthew sat up, opened the desk drawer and retrieved the envelope. Dominic sat behind him, one hand rubbing circles on Matthew’s back and he occasionally placed a chaste kiss to the back of his neck. He frowned when he noticed that Matthew was merely holding the letter, but making no effort to open it. Still, Dominic gave him a couple more minutes to take that step.
But, Matthew was frozen.
“It’s okay, Matthew. I promise.”
“Dominic?”
“Yes?”
A shaking Matthew turned to him, tears already in his eyes. “Will you open it for me? I can‘t seem to.”
With a nod, Dominic took the letter from him, and then kissed him sweetly, using his thumb to brush a stray tear away. The blonde opened it carefully, removing the contents of the envelope carefully before handing it to Matthew. Matthew reached out, accepted it, and proceeded to read it. All the while, Dominic sat behind him on the bed, his strong arms wrapped around Matthew’s chest, his head resting on Matthew’s back. When he felt Matthew hunch forward, sobs wracking his thin frame, Dominic sprang into action, jumping off the bed and kneeling in front of his lover in a futile attempt to stop his tears.
“Oh, no! Talk to me, gorgeous, please don’t cry. Let me help, what can I do for you?” He moved as Matthew made a frantic dash to the bathroom to vomit, Dominic following behind him. Once he had emptied his stomach, Matthew stood shakily, Dominic pressing a wet cloth to his head. Arm in arm they made their way back down the hall.
Matthew raised his red eyes to Dominic’s and spoke in a broken whisper.
“He wants to see me. I don‘t want to see him, Dominic, please, tell me I don‘t have to. I can‘t!” he sobbed, falling forward into Dominic’s arms, the both of them falling onto the floor in front of Nova‘s tank. Dominic stroked his hair, tears in his own eyes.
Matthew spoke again. “I won’t see him. Not after what he did to me. He broke me, nearly.”
“It’s okay, gorgeous,” Dominic whispered. “Noone is going to make you do anything you don’t want to. I promise you that, okay?”
I won’t let him hurt you again, Matthew.
I promise you that as well.
They lay in each others arms for some time: Dominic rocking Matthew in his arms, watching Nova swim through the tiny pirate ship in her tank.