The Pleasure Principle (Twenty-Three/?)

[million_star]

Title: The Pleasure Principle (Twenty-Three/?)
Author: millionstar
Pairing: Belldom, AU
Rating: NC 17 overall, to be safe
Warnings: This part: smut. I can't stress that enough.
Summary: Our boys are porn stars. Wait, why are you laughing?
Feedback: Is lovely, if you're so inclined. :)
Archive: Links only.
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. Eternal thanks to dolce_piccante, myz_bee & captivemuse for support general badassness. <3

Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen | Fourteen-a | Fourteen-b | Fifteen | Sixteen | Seventeen | Eighteen | Nineteen | Twenty | Twenty-One | Twenty-Two

"Dirty whore."

One of my eyes opens part way, my surroundings coming into focus slowly. I stretch, turning over to face Dominic. It's very early, and I'm not quite awake yet, but I do know that unless I'm quite mistaken he's just called me a dirty whore.

Of course I don't mind. Just unexpected, is all.

Oh wait, he's not done it seems.

"Been a bad boy, officer," he mutters, his left leg kicking out abruptly. He licks his lips, sighing as he falls into a deeper sleep and I continue to grin like an idiot. I burrow into the bed, not ready to get up yet as a glance tells me that it's barely light outside. Dominic's bed is warm and comfortable, and I can feel the heat radiating off his skin as I scoot even closer to him.

My cheeks hurt from smiling so hard. Still, I can't help but reach out with one hand and gently reach out for him. Lying next to him should be enough, but it's not. I don't want to wake him, though, so I slowly lower my hand until it's resting against the center of his chest. I watch as it rises and falls in time with his deep breaths, his heart beating beneath my touch.

"Hey, baby. Come here often?"

I have to bite my lip to keep from bursting out in laughter again.

"Would you like to? Bend over."

It seems he's still full of surprises. I like it, though. I like that he wasn't what I initially thought he was. Digging deeper to learn even more about him sounds like something I may get the chance to do and I'm relishing the opportunity.

I'm still not close enough. Carefully I slide closer, curling my arm around his head without touching him, while still capturing his heartbeat with my other hand. I lean in, burying my nose in the blond hair that's spilling against the pillow. It's soft and smells like mangoes and is officially the most intoxicating scent in the history of scents on this planet.

"Touch me."

I snicker as he sighs adorably again. This is more entertaining than it probably should be.

"Wassso funny?" he mutters, a sleepy smile playing at his lips.

"Sorry," I explain, "you've been talking in your sleep."

"Wasn't just now." His eyes flutter open slowly and he turns his head, the smile blossoming into a million-watt grin dripping with happiness. One of his warm hands covers mine on his chest and pushes it down his body. "Touch me, Matthew."

It's damn shameful that I haven't noticed before now that he is, in fact, hard and ready to be touched, but I've been so taken with studying his face and upper body while he slept that I didn't look further south. His hand guides my own until I feel soft hair between my fingertips. Dominic lets go of my hand and sighs again as I drag one fingertip along the length of his cock.

"Tell me," he whispers, "tell me how I feel."

I place a kiss to the top of his head and let my lips drift to his ear.

"Hot." I rub my thumb against his shaft, tracing it, Dominic hissing.

"Soft." I whisper, slowly wrapping my fingers around his cock. "I wonder," I breathe, squeezing him lightly, his eyes boring into my own, "just how you like it, Dominic?"

"W-what?"

"When you touch yourself." I squeeze him tighter. "Depends, though, doesn't it? I mean, I know that sometimes I just want to rub one out as quickly as I can. Then, some other times," I tug him once, revelling in the gasp that escapes his lips, "I want it to last. No," I correct myself as I stroke him again, "I fucking need it to last."

He whines and purrs beneath my touch as I continue to assault his ears with my words.

"I think you want it to last, don't you, Dominic?" I kiss his ear.

"Yes," he moans, "fuck, yes."

I can't believe that he's giving me free reign over his body this way.

"Keep talking," he whispers, his legs falling open even farther. He closes his eyes and reaches above his head to take hold of my other hand. I lean up and place a quick kiss to his knuckles before returning my attention to the large, hard cock in my hand.

"So thick," I continue, jerking him painfully slowly. "Big. I almost need both hands to wank you properly, don't I?"

Dominic moans in response, his eyes boring into mine while he squeezes my hand.

"I love it," I whisper, turning my attention to his leaking slit. My mouth waters at the feel of the small bead of liquid that I just collected on my thumb; the urge to bring it to my lips is a very real one, but I don't give in to it. Instead I release his cock and smear the moisture along his plump bottom lip.

Without hesitation his tongue laps it up eagerly.

"Very good," I murmur.

"Hmm," he smiles, "for you, yes."

"Not done with you yet, though." I lick my palm and grasp his length again, this time a bit more forcefully than before, and give him a few sharp pulls. "No. Won't be done with you till I see your toes curl. Till you scream my name. Till you make a mess all over my hand. Dominic"

I keep talking to him, urging him on, but for some reason, out of nowhere, I'm reminded of what we do for a living. More specifically, the fact that once we go back to the real world, there will, in fact, be other men touching his cock, fucking him, sucking him off, on a daily basis. The thought, frankly, is a sobering one.

And, I don't like it at all.

Why do I feel this sense of possession already when it comes to him? I shake my head, forcing myself to push it aside. We have to come crashing back down to earth eventually, after all. There's time to deal with that later.

He's begun to move of his own accord, his hips thrusting up to meet my strokes. The dents in his hips are calling to me to give them a good biting, but I remind myself that hopefully there'll be time for that later.

"Mmm," I groan, "can feel you throbbing. Pulsing. Look at you, fucking my fist."

"Lube, hurry," he pants, "slick up your hand. Want it wet. Oh, God."

I can see the bottle beside him on the bed, so I only have to relinquish my hold on his cock for a moment to grab it. With one fingertip I pop the lid off intending to pour it into my hand, but I have a better idea.

Dominic's cock is twitching between his legs, and instinctively I let the lube drip slowly onto his length. It slides down his shaft and he squirms at the sensation. I repeat the motion, watching, fascinated as the lube pools at his balls.

"Please," he groans, his head thrashing against his pillow, "touch me." He bucks his hips, his free hand fisting in the sheets, the other gripping my own so tightly it hurts.

I do, using my fingertips to massage the liquid into his sack, Dominic jumping out of his skin when I do. "Ooh, do it again..."

"Again?" I inquire, cradling them in my hand, reeling at the sheer weight, heat and feel of them, "you like that? Your balls in my hand like this?"

"Fuck, your voice," he gasps as I continue to fondle the slickened skin.

"You're trembling, Dominic," I whisper. He is; his stomach muscles are contracting deliciously and there's a thin sheen of sweat materializing on his chest. I lean in, kissing his shoulder, my lips sliding against the dampened skin. "Are you ready to come? Or do you like being teased?"

"I. I wanna come-" he pants, twisting his hips. "Please."

And then I'm wanking him with firm, tight strokes. I wish, again, that you could see him; the way he thrashes against the white sheets as he moves to meet my fist, the moans that escape his open mouth. His hair is plastered to his forehead now, the blond strands dark and wet. The sounds of wet skin on skin fill the room, a pleasantly filthy soundtrack that cuts into the early morning darkness.

"Tighter, grip me tighter," he blurts out, arching his back.

I oblige him and he cries out gorgeously when I do, his hips pistoning faster and faster. My own cock is pressing into his side and I want nothing more than to grind against him and find my own release, but no. The chance to study him so closely while he comes supercedes all other things right now.

Impulsively I lower my face and kiss him, his hold on my hand now officially painful. His lips tremble beneath my own, our tongues sliding together sloppily, yet perfectly.

"Matthew," he gasps.

"Yeah?" I reply, jerking him as hard as I can. I lick the corner of his mouth wantonly.

"Close. C-can I come?"

"You may, Dominic," I reply, nuzzling our noses together.

When he comes, it's something to behold. The look in his eyes, paired with the sounds that leave his mouth, overwhelms me. He shoots all over my hand, thick and wet, and I milk him for every drop I can as though I'll earn a badge of honor in doing so.

He stills eventually, and it's only then that I release his spent cock and pad into the bathroom to wash my hands. I douse a washcloth with warm water and hurry back to the bed. Dominic is spent, a smile on his face, his legs spread wide as he recovers, his chest still heaving. Gingerly I clean him up, toss the cloth aside and lie down next to him again.

"Time is it?" he says quietly, reaching for me.

"Early," I reply, allowing him to pull me close. "Go back to sleep."

"Not yet," he sings, off-key, a smile on his sleepy face.

I giggle as he covers his body with my own. "Why?"

I hiss when his hand grasps my cock.

"Your turn, gorgeous," he whispers into my ear before sliding down my body.

The second time I wake that morning the sunlight is filtering through the window and a white cat is perched on the bed staring at me. I reach for Dominic but he's nowhere to be found, much to my dismay. I fall back onto the pillows with a groan, shielding my eyes from the sun.

"Someone's grumpy," I hear him quip, and again, I can see the smile in his words without looking at him. When I do open my eyes though, he's naked before me, a tray in his hand. He places it on the nightstand and climbs back into bed with me. I turn into his embrace happily.

"Mmm, tired," I whine, "you sucked me into oblivion earlier, you beast."

Dominic laughs. "Just giving as good as I got."

I open my eyes and stare into grey ones. "Best morning ever," I reply solemnly, Dominic smiling as he kisses me. "Even if you did wear me out," I tease.

"Well, I come bearing breakfast in bed, will that make up for it?" He sits up and reaches for the tray and it's then that I burst into hysterical laughter. Dominic rolls his eyes and crosses his arms at my reaction to his breakfast of choice for us. "I know, I know. Go on, let it out," he grumbles.

"Oh, God," I gasp, "forgive me. I just... I love it!"

Dominic Howard, badass porn star, man about town, cat owner, eats Happy Cocoa Stars.

What? You've never heard of them? Shit, you've got to find them, they're only the best cereal in the history of breakfast cereals! Sure they're marketed at five year old kids, but hey, they're tasty as fuck.

"I've not eaten those in years," I grin, wiping my eyes.

"What can I say?" he winks as he passes me a bowl, "I'm just a big kid at heart. Well. A big kid who works in porn. Oh, you know what I mean."

We eat our Happy Cocoa Stars in a companionable, crunch-filled few minutes. I'm buzzing, though. Buzzing with excitement at being here with him, at what we shared last night, at the fact that I'm eating cereal in his bed. I watch as Boots bats a stray piece of cereal across the bed, only to stalk it and jump on it playfully.

"I gotta admit, I'm so glad you came back from the convention early," I blurt out.

"Me too," he replies, flashing me that million-watt grin of his. "I wasn't kidding when I said I thought about you the whole time, you know. It was nice to get to know Carson a little better, though. He's really an amazing guy, I can see why you're so close to him."

"Just be glad he didn't get drunk while you were there," I laugh, "he's a weepy drunk."

"Believe me, I learned that the hard way!"

"Oh no!"

"It was funny, in a way. On the third night he started telling me about Tom and I think he just got to missing his guy. We were having dinner together and next thing I knew he was downing mimosas like nobody's business!"

"Carson does like his Mimosas," I agree, "and his Screaming Orgasms too."

"I almost didn't get him back to the hotel room, he's a big guy! I gave a waiter named Leo some cash to help me get him to the fifth floor. All night he cried in the bathroom while singing 'You Shook Me All Night Long.' " Dominic groans.

"That's their... song. Heard it blasting out of Tom's room one day when I came home early, then heard Carson moaning Tom's name."

"No way," Dominic gasps, eyes wide.

I shudder at the memory. "Way. I ran like hell."

The two of us finish our cereal, and I try to take the dishes into the kitchen, but Dominic won't have it. He orders me to get comfortable and gives me a prime view of his naked arse as he walks away, Boots trotting behind him. I can hear the unmistakable sound of cat food being poured into a dish and Dominic sweetly referring to Boots as "sweet girl". When he comes back he closes the bedroom door and looks at me quizically.

"Do you have to go to Silver Star today?"

"No, I have the day off. You?"

"Same here, I'm off today." He walks over to his window and turns to me again. "Do you have plans?" he whispers.

"No,"I reply, swallowing. "Oh, do you have plans? I can go, I'm sorry! I didn't think!"

"Don't you fucking move," he begs softly. "Please." He closes his blinds and pulls the curtain closed, the darkness enveloping the room again. Dominic gets back in bed and I turn onto my side, facing him.

"Stay with me today?"

I nod, smiling. "Yeah. I'd like that."

"Although, I understand if you need to check in on Lou."

"Lou has asked me to leave him be. Of course, I've no intention of doing that, but I'll give him one day to himself. Tomorrow, though, all bets are off."

"You really love them," he smiles, brushing the hair from my eyes.

"I do. Completely. I may not understand what Mort is up to, but I'm always going to love him. But for now," I turn over, pulling him close, covering my body with his own, "it's just you and me. Today I just want to be here with you; just one day. Let's worry about other people tomorrow." I kiss him softly.

"What other people?" he breathes, kissing me back.

Wrapped in his arms, as well as his soft sheets, I have to agree with him.

What other people?

Comments

[ms-belle10.livejournal.com]

What other people?

Oh, that last line...it just sent a dagger straight through my heart! These two men have come together (no pun intended) while working together in a volatile industry...and it's such a pleasure to watch their relationship unfold.

And then there's the sex. Are you trying to kill us all? God, these two are just fantastic together...wonderful, wonderful chapter. <3 <3

[millionstar.livejournal.com]

I say it every time, but it's still true - I'm so humbled that you enjoy my little fic here, believe me when I say you made my day with the Horizons update! (Which I am off to comment on as part of my mass MS catchup as soon as I can. The working world is a bitch sometimes.)

Thank you - I hope that this continues to satisfy you in future chapters! :) Thanks for the lovely comment.

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