The Pleasure Principle (Twelve/?)
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million_starTitle: The Pleasure Principle (Twelve/?)
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Pairing: Belldom, AU
Rating: NC 17 overall, to be safe
Warnings: This part: language, slight smexytimes.
Summary: Our boys are porn stars. Wait, why are you laughing?
Feedback: Makes me happier than Dominic in a shop full of sparkly belts.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no offense intended, this never happened, and no money is being made. 'Tis fiction, after all. Silver Star Studios and its inhabitants, however, are all mine
Big thanks to the TPP team:dolce_piccante, frolicandfall and myz_bee for their beta skills, feedback and general badass-ness. ;-)
A/N: 2907 words. The longest single chapter for me ever. :/ I struggled with this one... and it only came together for me after getting critical feedback fromdolce_piccante and myz_bee. Thanks, peeps for helping me out. &hearts
Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven
"Italian, eh?" Dominic smiles, taking the bag from me and leading me into his kitchen. "It smells fantastic!" He motions for me to have a seat at his table.
"Let me help you," I protest, "you're supposed to be resting."
He waves his hand at me dismissively. "Don't be silly, I'm fine. Believe me, after laying with an ice pack on my crotch for the last 24 hours I don't feel a thing." I still feel odd having him wait on me this way so I remain standing while he gets two plates out of his cabinet. His kitchen is tiny, though, so when he squeezes by me to put the plates on the table our bums brush together.
I may have sighed audibly when that happened.
What the fuck are you doing, Matthew? The man went through something painful and humiliating just the other day and here you are perving on him?
No, not perving on him, I remind myself... merely crushing on him. (Okay, and perving a little.) And, really, I had nowhere else to go. One of my best friends bailed on me to spend time with my other best friend behind my back... can't I do something I want to as well?
Besides, I'm a little lonely tonight. That particular realization hits me like a truck... but it's true. And at the heart of the matter, no amount of joking around or forcing smiles onto my face can change that. I must be wearing my thoughts on my sleeve, because when I look at him he's studying me intently.
"You okay?"
I nod, suddenly nervous. "Yeah. Just feel a little off tonight."
He glances at me until I finally sit down, then he smiles at me. "I'm not used to guests, so let me do this, okay? It doesn't happen often."
"Fair enough," I reply, as he transfers our food from the paper container to the plates in front of us.
"What can I get you to drink?"
"Whatever you're having is fine," I smile.
He freezes in front of his refrigerator. "Ah. You might want to re-consider that. I can't have alcohol until I finish this medication, but there's a bottle of beer you can have if you like."
"Why?" I chuckle. "What are you having?"
"I tend to drink apple juice with every meal. And no, before you ask, I don't drink it out of a sippy cup," he says with a smirk. "I just like it, okay?" He blushes despite himself and continues to do so when he notices me smiling at him. He's wearing a yellow t-shirt and black jeans... tight black jeans... jeans that are so tight that it makes me wonder if wearing them won't impede his glorious cock's recovery.
Actuallly, I think I can see the outline of his... stop it, Matthew.
I swallow and squirm in my chair. "I'll have the same. When in Rome, yeah?" He sits down and we begin eating in a companionable silence until the tinkling of a tiny bell causes us both to look up.
Dominic's eyes widen in horror.
"No Boots!" he shouts, but it's too late; the cat has jumped up on the table and is now curled up in front of Dominic's plate. She glances at me for a moment before getting comfy for her nap. "I'm sorry," he begins, "she likes to sit with me when I eat, but I can make her get down."
"Don't you dare," I reply, cutting into the chicken on my plate. "She's not hurting anything. I used to have a cat when I lived with my gran that liked to get on the table with us. Gran always fussed about it, but it made me happy."
"So, why are you feeling off tonight? If I can ask, I mean," he adds hastily. "I don't mean to pry."
Pry? No, Dominic, thank you for asking. I did say I was lonely tonight and now here he is asking me to confide in him. Dominic, who with his practically empty flat, who had noone else to take him home from the hospital... Dominic, who fascinates me so much it scares me. Loneliness is something we seem to have in common tonight. It would do me good to talk and perhaps it would do him good to get the opportunity to listen. "Of course you can ask. I'm not sure if I'm overreacting or not. Maybe you can help me with that?"
"Sure," he nods shyly. I love it when he blushes. As we finish our meal I tell him about Carson and Tom and what I walked in on earlier. When he goes to stand and clear the table I protest, putting one hand out to cover his own, letting one of my fingertips brush across the back of his hand, Dominic's breath hitching slightly when I do.
"No.," I chide softly, "sit, you. Let me clear this up, no arguments. It's only two plates into the dishwasher. I can cope."
"Okay," he smiles, gathering Boots into his arms as I tidy up. It doesn't take much time at all, and once I'm done he stands and leads me into his den, motioning for me to sit next to him on the couch. "So, you had no idea that they were seeing each other?"
I ease down next to him, setting my glass of juice on the coffee table. "None. And the thing is, it's not even any of my business, but I just..." I sigh, putting my head in my hands. "I must sound ridiculous to you... like a whiny child who's lost his best friend."
Dominic smiles. "Of course not. It makes sense to me that you'd feel that way. When friends hook up it can be... uncomfortable at first, to say the least. I know the secrecy must hurt, but it doesn't mean that you've lost either of them, you know."
I nod, mesmerized at how natural and comfortable he seems right now. He continues:
"I can't speak for Tom, but from what I've seen of Carson and you at Silver Star, it's obvious he cares for and respects you a great deal. Talk to him, and Tom. You won't be able to shake this until you do."
"Wow," I tease, "smart as well as sexy."
He shrugs off a laugh. "Ha! I don't know about that. I just think friends are important. If I had friends like yours I'd do everything to hold on to them." The smile leaves his face at his last statement. He turns on the couch and rests his arm along the back of it. He's mirroring my postion and our fingertips are mere inches away from each other. The urge to scoot forward just a bit is all encompassing, but I manage to remain still. He lays his head on the back of the couch as well and glances at me shyly.
"Matthew," he whispers, "can I ask you a question?"
"Absolutely."
"What happened the other day... who do you think did that to me?"
I don't know how to answer him. I've been wondering the same thing myself. I answer him honestly.
"I don't know."
"I'm just not sure what to do next."
I move a little closer to him on the couch, and I notice that his eyes are fixed firmly on our nearly-touching fingertips when I do. "Well, when you figure it out, I'll help you any way I can."
Dominic smiles. "Thank you."
"It's getting late," I say softly after stealing a glance at my watch, my fingers inching ever closer to Dominic's. "I should let you rest."
"Rest?" Dominic argues with a laugh, "all I've done today is sit here. Trust me, I'm resting enough. And like I told you, I feel fine."
"I'm glad."
"Please, don't go just yet," he says, "this flat's always so quiet. It's nice having someone else to talk to. I mean, Boots is great company, but frankly I wonder sometimes if it's healthy to talk to her as much as I do." His brow furrows as he pauses to contemplate the validity of one-sided human/feline conversations.
"I'm sure it's healthy, silly," I tease. He shoots me a sideways glance and flushes a little. I think it might be the fourth time tonight he's done that.
Not that I'm keeping count or anything.
My mobile buzzes. My first instinct is to ignore it, but after only a few seconds I smile apologetically at Dominic.
"Sorry, better check this."
"Of course." He stands and takes my glass to the kitchen to give me some privacy.
I look at the screen and am surprised to see I have a voice mail from Tom.
"Hey, you okay Matt? It's late, are you still shopping for your costume? Call me, I'm worried."
I'm a little irritated at his questions, to be honest. It's just as good that I don't call him back and say what I'd really like to: 'Well, daddy, I came home earlier but you were busy rocking Carson's world. By the way, if my red jacket was still on the couch while you two were fucking I want it dry cleaned.' I'm too soft for that, though, so I simply opt to shoot him a quick text back consisting of two words, one being "I'm" and the other being "fine".
I'll feel awful later, no doubt, for being so short with him, but I'll deal with that later on. Dominic returns from the kitchen and sits next to me on his couch, tucking his feet underneath his body. "Everything okay?" he asks.
"Yeah, no worries, it was just Tom."
"I bet he's worried about you," he says quietly.
"Probably. I should go."
I don't want to, though.
Boots jumps onto his lap at that point and an uncomfortable silence falls on us for a few moments. I put one hand out to pet the cat but she buries her head against Dominic's stomach in a sudden fit of bashfulness.
"Do you-" I begin after a minute or so.
"So, was-" Dominic begins at the same time.
"Sorry, go ahead!"
"I was just wondering, before you go, was your shopping trip successful?"
"Not at all," I groan. "I was looking for something to wear to the big costume party next week, but I'm not the best shopper."
"Well, who are you thinking of going as?"
I shrug. "I don't even know, really. I had thought of going as the Tin Man from The Wizard of Oz."
"The Tin Man? You can't go to a costume party as him," he proclaims, rubbing Boots' belly, the cat purring happily.
"Why?"
"It's not sexy enough. You need a costume that'll show off that skin of yours," he answers, his hand instantly flying to his mouth. He looks at me for a beat and turns his head away. "Oh my god, I said that out loud, didn't I? Shit."
"Hey," I reply softly, "it's okay. Thank you." He smiles nervously before biting his lip and casting his eyes downward. This is so bizarre... I love shy Dominic, though. His compliment has me on cloud nine but I am determined to play it cool. Or something.
"What about you? Who are you going as?"
"Oh, I'm not going." He shakes his head.
"Of course you are," I reply instantly.
"No, I'm not."
"Yes you are!"
He raises his eyebrows playfully. "Says who, bitch?"
"Says me, diva," I shoot back instantly, the two of us grinning at our sudden verbal sparring match.
He sighs, running one hand through his hair. "Matthew, we both know that I wouldn't be very welcome."
"I don't know that at all. Did you receive an invite?"
"Well, yeah."
"Then, there you go!"
Dominic says nothing, he instead continues to bite his lip. Of course we both know that he's not entirely wrong. Still, I don't think that anyone would be outright rude to him if he showed up at the mansion, hell, I know Carson would make an effort to be friendly. True, he's not very well liked at Silver Star, but I know that he could be, if he would just be the person he is here with me tonight. I decide to make him an offer he will (hopefully) not refuse.
"Tell you what... if you'll come I'll let you pick out my costume."
His eyes light up. "Yeah?"
I nod firmly.
"Anything I want?"
"Yes."
Dominic nods his head slowly. "Yeah. Okay. It's a deal." He walks me to his door, the two of us standing as close together as we can while we do.
"Good!" I see a pen on the small table at the door. I grab it and Dominic's hand, impulsively scribbling my mobile number down. I take my time doing it so I can savor the feel of his hand in my own. "Give me a call when you feel like shopping, yeah?"
"Okay. I'm so glad you came over tonight. Thanks for dinner, Matthew."
"It was my pleasure," I grin. "Good night."
"Good night." I walk away, resisting the urge to skip, until I hear him call after me.
"Hey! Your cat, the one you had with your gran... what was its name?"
I smile, partly at Dominic, partly at the memory.
"His name was Jinx."
____________
When I let myself in to the flat this time I pause at the door, the memory of what I saw earlier still fresh in my mind. There's no writhing, sweating, moaning couple there now, though, and so I walk inside and toss my keys on the table. The sound wakes Tom, who was dozing on the couch.
"Hey! Was worried about you," he mumbles, rubbing his eyes.
There are so many things I could say right now, but I just want to collapse into bed and replay my evening with Dominic in my mind. The shortness of the text I sent him earlier comes to mind, and, ashamed, I force a big smile onto my face.
"Nothing to worry about!" I boom happily, stopping in front of him. "I'm fine, I ended up at Dominic's place."
His eyes bug out of his head. "Dominic's? What?"
"Yeah."
"Wow! I had no idea!"
"It's not a big deal," I laugh, as I head to my room, "I just stopped by his place on a whim. Don't worry, it's not like I'm keeping secrets from you or anything, Thomas. Sleep well, mate!"
Yes, I know, that was probably uncalled for... but that one little jibe, well, I just couldn't help myself. I don't turn around to see what his reaction to that is. I push it from my mind as I undress and fall into bed. My bedroom is pitch black at night, and that's just the way I like it.
Especially when I want to... well, you know.
What? Come on, we're all adults here.
In the darkness I stretch, savoring the way the freshly-washed sheets feel against my skin.
I spread my legs, lazily rubbing myself to full length.
Fuck, the first stroke is always so delicious.
It's amazing to me that the mere feeling of his hand in mine can do this to me. But it's more than that, it's the way he let me talk to him, the way he showed me a more sensitive, vulnerable side of himself. I drag my free hand across my chest in search of skin that feels as soft and warm as his did earlier. I don't succeed in that experiment but I groan all the same when I find one of my nipples and pinch it lightly.
I speed up my strokes, a slow, undeniable burn building in my belly.
I groan into the dark. Not long now.
My mobile rings.
Who the hell would be calling me this late? I reach out blindly and grab my phone from the nightstand with my free hand, my other hand still on my dick.
"Hello?" I answer meekly, intent on finishing what I just started.
"Matthew?" Dominic replies, and at the sound of my name on his lips I tug myself again, an urgent gasp escaping into the receiver. "...I'm sorry to call so late, but I..." he pauses. "Are you okay? You sound out of breath."
"Yeah!" I reply brightly, gritting my teeth against the urge to resume wanking. "I just had my hands full there for a sec. What's up?"
"I was thinking about what you said about shopping..."
Oh God, please hurry, Dominic.
"Oh?"
"Let's just plan to go Friday night, yeah? And maybe we can grab something to eat while we're at it?" he says nervously. "I mean, if you don't have plans or anything, that is."
"I'd-"
"If you already have plans thats okay," he babbles on.
"No, I don't have plans," I say softly. "And I'd love to. Six o'clock okay?"
"I'll be here," he says sweetly. I swear I can see the smile in his reply, and it's making me hornier than I already was. I love the fact that he called me, but if I don't get to come soon I'm gonna die.
"See you then, Dominic," I say carefully, struggling to breathe.
"Good night Matthew."
I hang up the phone.
When I finally come, it's with a huge grin on my face and Dominic's name on my lips.
Author:
millionstar Pairing: Belldom, AU
Rating: NC 17 overall, to be safe
Warnings: This part: language, slight smexytimes.
Summary: Our boys are porn stars. Wait, why are you laughing?
Feedback: Makes me happier than Dominic in a shop full of sparkly belts.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no offense intended, this never happened, and no money is being made. 'Tis fiction, after all. Silver Star Studios and its inhabitants, however, are all mine
Big thanks to the TPP team:
dolce_piccante, frolicandfall and myz_bee for their beta skills, feedback and general badass-ness. ;-) A/N: 2907 words. The longest single chapter for me ever. :/ I struggled with this one... and it only came together for me after getting critical feedback from
dolce_piccante and myz_bee. Thanks, peeps for helping me out. &hearts Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven
"Italian, eh?" Dominic smiles, taking the bag from me and leading me into his kitchen. "It smells fantastic!" He motions for me to have a seat at his table.
"Let me help you," I protest, "you're supposed to be resting."
He waves his hand at me dismissively. "Don't be silly, I'm fine. Believe me, after laying with an ice pack on my crotch for the last 24 hours I don't feel a thing." I still feel odd having him wait on me this way so I remain standing while he gets two plates out of his cabinet. His kitchen is tiny, though, so when he squeezes by me to put the plates on the table our bums brush together.
I may have sighed audibly when that happened.
What the fuck are you doing, Matthew? The man went through something painful and humiliating just the other day and here you are perving on him?
No, not perving on him, I remind myself... merely crushing on him. (Okay, and perving a little.) And, really, I had nowhere else to go. One of my best friends bailed on me to spend time with my other best friend behind my back... can't I do something I want to as well?
Besides, I'm a little lonely tonight. That particular realization hits me like a truck... but it's true. And at the heart of the matter, no amount of joking around or forcing smiles onto my face can change that. I must be wearing my thoughts on my sleeve, because when I look at him he's studying me intently.
"You okay?"
I nod, suddenly nervous. "Yeah. Just feel a little off tonight."
He glances at me until I finally sit down, then he smiles at me. "I'm not used to guests, so let me do this, okay? It doesn't happen often."
"Fair enough," I reply, as he transfers our food from the paper container to the plates in front of us.
"What can I get you to drink?"
"Whatever you're having is fine," I smile.
He freezes in front of his refrigerator. "Ah. You might want to re-consider that. I can't have alcohol until I finish this medication, but there's a bottle of beer you can have if you like."
"Why?" I chuckle. "What are you having?"
"I tend to drink apple juice with every meal. And no, before you ask, I don't drink it out of a sippy cup," he says with a smirk. "I just like it, okay?" He blushes despite himself and continues to do so when he notices me smiling at him. He's wearing a yellow t-shirt and black jeans... tight black jeans... jeans that are so tight that it makes me wonder if wearing them won't impede his glorious cock's recovery.
Actuallly, I think I can see the outline of his... stop it, Matthew.
I swallow and squirm in my chair. "I'll have the same. When in Rome, yeah?" He sits down and we begin eating in a companionable silence until the tinkling of a tiny bell causes us both to look up.
Dominic's eyes widen in horror.
"No Boots!" he shouts, but it's too late; the cat has jumped up on the table and is now curled up in front of Dominic's plate. She glances at me for a moment before getting comfy for her nap. "I'm sorry," he begins, "she likes to sit with me when I eat, but I can make her get down."
"Don't you dare," I reply, cutting into the chicken on my plate. "She's not hurting anything. I used to have a cat when I lived with my gran that liked to get on the table with us. Gran always fussed about it, but it made me happy."
"So, why are you feeling off tonight? If I can ask, I mean," he adds hastily. "I don't mean to pry."
Pry? No, Dominic, thank you for asking. I did say I was lonely tonight and now here he is asking me to confide in him. Dominic, who with his practically empty flat, who had noone else to take him home from the hospital... Dominic, who fascinates me so much it scares me. Loneliness is something we seem to have in common tonight. It would do me good to talk and perhaps it would do him good to get the opportunity to listen. "Of course you can ask. I'm not sure if I'm overreacting or not. Maybe you can help me with that?"
"Sure," he nods shyly. I love it when he blushes. As we finish our meal I tell him about Carson and Tom and what I walked in on earlier. When he goes to stand and clear the table I protest, putting one hand out to cover his own, letting one of my fingertips brush across the back of his hand, Dominic's breath hitching slightly when I do.
"No.," I chide softly, "sit, you. Let me clear this up, no arguments. It's only two plates into the dishwasher. I can cope."
"Okay," he smiles, gathering Boots into his arms as I tidy up. It doesn't take much time at all, and once I'm done he stands and leads me into his den, motioning for me to sit next to him on the couch. "So, you had no idea that they were seeing each other?"
I ease down next to him, setting my glass of juice on the coffee table. "None. And the thing is, it's not even any of my business, but I just..." I sigh, putting my head in my hands. "I must sound ridiculous to you... like a whiny child who's lost his best friend."
Dominic smiles. "Of course not. It makes sense to me that you'd feel that way. When friends hook up it can be... uncomfortable at first, to say the least. I know the secrecy must hurt, but it doesn't mean that you've lost either of them, you know."
I nod, mesmerized at how natural and comfortable he seems right now. He continues:
"I can't speak for Tom, but from what I've seen of Carson and you at Silver Star, it's obvious he cares for and respects you a great deal. Talk to him, and Tom. You won't be able to shake this until you do."
"Wow," I tease, "smart as well as sexy."
He shrugs off a laugh. "Ha! I don't know about that. I just think friends are important. If I had friends like yours I'd do everything to hold on to them." The smile leaves his face at his last statement. He turns on the couch and rests his arm along the back of it. He's mirroring my postion and our fingertips are mere inches away from each other. The urge to scoot forward just a bit is all encompassing, but I manage to remain still. He lays his head on the back of the couch as well and glances at me shyly.
"Matthew," he whispers, "can I ask you a question?"
"Absolutely."
"What happened the other day... who do you think did that to me?"
I don't know how to answer him. I've been wondering the same thing myself. I answer him honestly.
"I don't know."
"I'm just not sure what to do next."
I move a little closer to him on the couch, and I notice that his eyes are fixed firmly on our nearly-touching fingertips when I do. "Well, when you figure it out, I'll help you any way I can."
Dominic smiles. "Thank you."
"It's getting late," I say softly after stealing a glance at my watch, my fingers inching ever closer to Dominic's. "I should let you rest."
"Rest?" Dominic argues with a laugh, "all I've done today is sit here. Trust me, I'm resting enough. And like I told you, I feel fine."
"I'm glad."
"Please, don't go just yet," he says, "this flat's always so quiet. It's nice having someone else to talk to. I mean, Boots is great company, but frankly I wonder sometimes if it's healthy to talk to her as much as I do." His brow furrows as he pauses to contemplate the validity of one-sided human/feline conversations.
"I'm sure it's healthy, silly," I tease. He shoots me a sideways glance and flushes a little. I think it might be the fourth time tonight he's done that.
Not that I'm keeping count or anything.
My mobile buzzes. My first instinct is to ignore it, but after only a few seconds I smile apologetically at Dominic.
"Sorry, better check this."
"Of course." He stands and takes my glass to the kitchen to give me some privacy.
I look at the screen and am surprised to see I have a voice mail from Tom.
"Hey, you okay Matt? It's late, are you still shopping for your costume? Call me, I'm worried."
I'm a little irritated at his questions, to be honest. It's just as good that I don't call him back and say what I'd really like to: 'Well, daddy, I came home earlier but you were busy rocking Carson's world. By the way, if my red jacket was still on the couch while you two were fucking I want it dry cleaned.' I'm too soft for that, though, so I simply opt to shoot him a quick text back consisting of two words, one being "I'm" and the other being "fine".
I'll feel awful later, no doubt, for being so short with him, but I'll deal with that later on. Dominic returns from the kitchen and sits next to me on his couch, tucking his feet underneath his body. "Everything okay?" he asks.
"Yeah, no worries, it was just Tom."
"I bet he's worried about you," he says quietly.
"Probably. I should go."
I don't want to, though.
Boots jumps onto his lap at that point and an uncomfortable silence falls on us for a few moments. I put one hand out to pet the cat but she buries her head against Dominic's stomach in a sudden fit of bashfulness.
"Do you-" I begin after a minute or so.
"So, was-" Dominic begins at the same time.
"Sorry, go ahead!"
"I was just wondering, before you go, was your shopping trip successful?"
"Not at all," I groan. "I was looking for something to wear to the big costume party next week, but I'm not the best shopper."
"Well, who are you thinking of going as?"
I shrug. "I don't even know, really. I had thought of going as the Tin Man from The Wizard of Oz."
"The Tin Man? You can't go to a costume party as him," he proclaims, rubbing Boots' belly, the cat purring happily.
"Why?"
"It's not sexy enough. You need a costume that'll show off that skin of yours," he answers, his hand instantly flying to his mouth. He looks at me for a beat and turns his head away. "Oh my god, I said that out loud, didn't I? Shit."
"Hey," I reply softly, "it's okay. Thank you." He smiles nervously before biting his lip and casting his eyes downward. This is so bizarre... I love shy Dominic, though. His compliment has me on cloud nine but I am determined to play it cool. Or something.
"What about you? Who are you going as?"
"Oh, I'm not going." He shakes his head.
"Of course you are," I reply instantly.
"No, I'm not."
"Yes you are!"
He raises his eyebrows playfully. "Says who, bitch?"
"Says me, diva," I shoot back instantly, the two of us grinning at our sudden verbal sparring match.
He sighs, running one hand through his hair. "Matthew, we both know that I wouldn't be very welcome."
"I don't know that at all. Did you receive an invite?"
"Well, yeah."
"Then, there you go!"
Dominic says nothing, he instead continues to bite his lip. Of course we both know that he's not entirely wrong. Still, I don't think that anyone would be outright rude to him if he showed up at the mansion, hell, I know Carson would make an effort to be friendly. True, he's not very well liked at Silver Star, but I know that he could be, if he would just be the person he is here with me tonight. I decide to make him an offer he will (hopefully) not refuse.
"Tell you what... if you'll come I'll let you pick out my costume."
His eyes light up. "Yeah?"
I nod firmly.
"Anything I want?"
"Yes."
Dominic nods his head slowly. "Yeah. Okay. It's a deal." He walks me to his door, the two of us standing as close together as we can while we do.
"Good!" I see a pen on the small table at the door. I grab it and Dominic's hand, impulsively scribbling my mobile number down. I take my time doing it so I can savor the feel of his hand in my own. "Give me a call when you feel like shopping, yeah?"
"Okay. I'm so glad you came over tonight. Thanks for dinner, Matthew."
"It was my pleasure," I grin. "Good night."
"Good night." I walk away, resisting the urge to skip, until I hear him call after me.
"Hey! Your cat, the one you had with your gran... what was its name?"
I smile, partly at Dominic, partly at the memory.
"His name was Jinx."
____________
When I let myself in to the flat this time I pause at the door, the memory of what I saw earlier still fresh in my mind. There's no writhing, sweating, moaning couple there now, though, and so I walk inside and toss my keys on the table. The sound wakes Tom, who was dozing on the couch.
"Hey! Was worried about you," he mumbles, rubbing his eyes.
There are so many things I could say right now, but I just want to collapse into bed and replay my evening with Dominic in my mind. The shortness of the text I sent him earlier comes to mind, and, ashamed, I force a big smile onto my face.
"Nothing to worry about!" I boom happily, stopping in front of him. "I'm fine, I ended up at Dominic's place."
His eyes bug out of his head. "Dominic's? What?"
"Yeah."
"Wow! I had no idea!"
"It's not a big deal," I laugh, as I head to my room, "I just stopped by his place on a whim. Don't worry, it's not like I'm keeping secrets from you or anything, Thomas. Sleep well, mate!"
Yes, I know, that was probably uncalled for... but that one little jibe, well, I just couldn't help myself. I don't turn around to see what his reaction to that is. I push it from my mind as I undress and fall into bed. My bedroom is pitch black at night, and that's just the way I like it.
Especially when I want to... well, you know.
What? Come on, we're all adults here.
In the darkness I stretch, savoring the way the freshly-washed sheets feel against my skin.
I spread my legs, lazily rubbing myself to full length.
Fuck, the first stroke is always so delicious.
It's amazing to me that the mere feeling of his hand in mine can do this to me. But it's more than that, it's the way he let me talk to him, the way he showed me a more sensitive, vulnerable side of himself. I drag my free hand across my chest in search of skin that feels as soft and warm as his did earlier. I don't succeed in that experiment but I groan all the same when I find one of my nipples and pinch it lightly.
I speed up my strokes, a slow, undeniable burn building in my belly.
I groan into the dark. Not long now.
My mobile rings.
Who the hell would be calling me this late? I reach out blindly and grab my phone from the nightstand with my free hand, my other hand still on my dick.
"Hello?" I answer meekly, intent on finishing what I just started.
"Matthew?" Dominic replies, and at the sound of my name on his lips I tug myself again, an urgent gasp escaping into the receiver. "...I'm sorry to call so late, but I..." he pauses. "Are you okay? You sound out of breath."
"Yeah!" I reply brightly, gritting my teeth against the urge to resume wanking. "I just had my hands full there for a sec. What's up?"
"I was thinking about what you said about shopping..."
Oh God, please hurry, Dominic.
"Oh?"
"Let's just plan to go Friday night, yeah? And maybe we can grab something to eat while we're at it?" he says nervously. "I mean, if you don't have plans or anything, that is."
"I'd-"
"If you already have plans thats okay," he babbles on.
"No, I don't have plans," I say softly. "And I'd love to. Six o'clock okay?"
"I'll be here," he says sweetly. I swear I can see the smile in his reply, and it's making me hornier than I already was. I love the fact that he called me, but if I don't get to come soon I'm gonna die.
"See you then, Dominic," I say carefully, struggling to breathe.
"Good night Matthew."
I hang up the phone.
When I finally come, it's with a huge grin on my face and Dominic's name on my lips.
