Son Of A Preacher Man (15/?)
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million_starTitle: Son Of A Preacher Man (15/?)
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Pairing: Belldom, AU
Rating: This part, NC-17
Warnings: Language, Sudden Southern Drawls, Tight Blue Jeans.
Summary: AU Belldom, set in the Deep American South. Enough said, y'all.
Feedback: Is welcome & appreciated, if you're so inclined.
Archive: Links only.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no $$ being made, and this is fiction. Title taken lovingly from the song of the same name.
Author's note: As always, eternal thanks todolce_piccante & myz_bee for their help and for listening to me whine and fret over, well, everything lately. So much love, ladies.<3 Special kudos to lalalive23 for being an uber smexy cheerleader. *hugs*
And as always, HUGE thanks to my sis,captivemuse for her help in all thangs Southern. She's got-damned essential to this fic. Make no mistake. <3
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"Anyone ever given you road head, blue eyes?"
"N-no," Even as he uttered the words he already knew that this was going to happen, that in his heart he had absolutely no intention of telling Dominic to stop. Especially now, as Dominic's hand made quick work of his flies. One hand slid beneath the denim, Matthew moaning lowly as he lifted his hips slightly to give the blond better access.
Dominic purred his approval as he freed Matthew's cock from his jeans. The brunet gasped, Dominic's lips hot on his ear. "Let me."
"I can do alot of things, Dom, but I can't have y'suckin' me off while I'm drivin. I'll get us killed!"
"Please?"
The request sent Matthew into a deeper turmoil. "Y-ya really wanna do this?"
"Couple nights ago," Dominic replied, still kissing Matthew's ear, "I couldn't sleep. D'ya know why?"
Matthew knew he should be keeping his eyes on the road, but the urge to look down was too strong and he simply had to indulge himself. The stiff, swollen skin bobbed against the steering wheel; he let loose a barely-stifled groan. By the time Dominic wrapped his fingers around it, Matthew had looked away, wincing as a tractor-trailer passed them on the highway.
"Why?"
"I was thinkin' about this," the blond squeezed Matthew's cock once, "and 'bout how good it feels to wrap my tongue around it. 'Bout how I know it so well already. 'Bout how y'taste; believe me, its better than chocolate, blue eyes. Don't ya see, Matty? I was fuckin' cravin' ya. It nearly drove me mad; I had t'jump in the shower t'rub one out, I was so fuckin' hard."
The brunet's chest heaved in anticipation. It was bad enough that he was this distracted already, but the thought of Dominic, dripping wet, covered in soap suds, touching himself, was making it even worse. And worst of all, Matthew had to admit that he was close to giving in now. Dominic was just so sensual in every thing he did, but it was even more than that; he made Matthew feel desired in a way the brunet had never felt before in his life.
"Someone might see."
"Well then," Dominic replied quietly, "you'd better make it look hot, yeah?" Matthew shivered, Dominic now jerking him slowly, leaning across the seat.
When Dominic sucked the dripping cockhead into his mouth, he moaned orgasmically, the sound creating a wall of delicious vibrations that made Matthew cry out. He worked the brunet's cock slowly, using warm, wet sucks.
"Y'feel so good, ohh-" Matthew blurted out, his knuckles white from the strain of grasping the steering wheel so tightly. Each of his senses were heightened; he'd never felt more alive than he did right now. They were approaching Main Street, and there were loads of people milling about, a fact that should have made Matthew nervous. It didn't, though. Actually, the chance that someone could perhaps catch them in the act only added fuel to the fire Matthew was feeling right now.
Dominic would have replied, "You know it," if his mouth hadn't been so full of cock. But, it was, and the gasps his gentle sucks were eliciting from Matthew ignited a fire between his own legs.
"Hey, Matty!" a voice called out from the street. Wide-eyed, mouth open, the brunet turned his head slightly, identifying the voice of his friend Tom. He nodded, smiling tightly, one hand in Dominic's hair, gripping it like a vice.
"Hey, Tommy!" They were approaching the one stop light in town, and of course, it happened to be red. Stella screeched to a halt, her owner counting the seconds until he could pull away. Was this really happening? What would he do if Tom walked over and saw Dominic's head nestled in his crotch?
"Hold up a sec," Tom called out, crossing the street, "I need to ask ya somethin'!"
"No!" Matthew yelled, Dominic releasing his cock with a giggle. "I mean, it ain't a good time... I don't feel so good." The brunet squirmed as Dominic pushed it to one side so his tongue could lathe Matthew's balls smoothly.
"You. Fuckin'. Tease," Matthew hissed under his breath, spanking Dominic's jean-clad backside.
"Ooh," the blond gasped, "more... s'makin' me hard."
"Wha-"
Tom came to a halt, blessedly still on the other side of the street. "Oh! Well, I-"
Blessedly the light changed and Matthew shifted, then accelerated. "I'll holler at ya later, I promise!" He sped away so quickly Tom didn't even have time to process what had happened.
"Spankin', yeah?" Matthew purred, delivering another sharp slap to the blond's ass, Dominic groaning as he nuzzled the dark hair between Matthew's legs with his nose.
"Do it again."
"No," the brunet replied easily. "Yer supposed t'be suckin' my dick."
His tone made Dominic smile widely; a dominant Matthew was something he could get very used to. The blond didn't respond, though, he just went back to the task at hand. Matthew's mouth fell open at the sensation of being sucked so thoroughly; he stroked Dominic's back, his hand sliding lower until he slid it into Dominic's jeans, cupping his bare ass, kneading it firmly.
Matthew moaned, his eyes threatening to fall shut as the blond head between his legs began to move faster. Just then Matthew realized he was about to pass Bellamy's; he turned his head and sunk down in his seat until passing the store. He couldn't help himself.
"Y'make me," the brunet said softly, "so damn hot, Dom." Impulsively the hand inside Dominic's jeans squeezed the firm skin it found a few times before coming to a stop between the blond's cheeks.
When he pushed forward slightly with his long middle finger, Dominic paused, gasping around Matthew's length. The blond was shocked at Matthew's boldness; it only served to spur him on even more, the brunet crying out when special attention was paid to his slit. Matthew's fingertip continued to swirl around the puckered skin; he was fascinated by sheer feel of it.
"S-stop," Dominic said suddenly, licking his lips as he released the brunet's cock. Matthew slammed on the brakes, Dominic's head smacking against the steering wheel. Panting, Matthew glanced around and was relieved to see that they weren't being watched. He blushed suddenly, freeing his hand from Dominic's jeans at lightning speed.
"M'sorry," he mumbled, looking out the window. He began to berate himself internally, he wondered what he'd done wrong; had he not pleased Dominic? To be fair, he'd never attempted to do that to another man before, and it was probably obvious to Dominic now just how inexperienced he was. Matthew placed one hand protectively over his erection, his embarrassment growing.
"Drive," the blond replied with a wink, getting back to business. Matthew did what he was told, the wet mouth wrapped around his cock helping to alleviate his embarrassment. He geared the car down, Stella hesitating for a moment before finally cooperating and carrying them down the street.
His mouth open in pleasure, Matthew rested his head against the back of his seat. When he could feel the back of Dominic's throat he gasped, panting as he could feel his orgasm building. He was having trouble keeping his eyes open but he forced the issue so he wouldn't wreck. It was a delicious burn that he could feel all over his body. His senses were heightened dramatically; he could hear the blood rushing in his ears as he tried to buck up into the blond's lips. When he finally spilled, hot and thick, into Dominic's mouth he grunted wantonly, an almost primal growl escaping him.
Dominic continued to suck him through the aftershocks, determined to swallow every drop. One of Matthew's hands fell to the blond's hair, clutching the sweat-soaked strands tightly. Panting, Matthew put Stella in a higher gear and drove them out of town, pulling onto a small dirt road that used to lead to on old mill. Now it was just a dead end, and an area that gave them a little privacy.
When Matthew stopped the car finally, the blond glanced up at Matthew, confusion in his eyes. "Now, what were ya sorry about earlier?" He sat up slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Matthew quickly stuffed himself back into his jeans and stared out his window, too humiliated to face Dominic. "That I ain't very... good at, well... that-"
"Not good?" Dominic was shocked. He turned to Matthew, running his hands through his sweat-soaked hair. "I only stopped ya earlier cause, well," the blond flushed, "y'were drivin' me mad."
The brunet furrowed his brow. "I was?"
Dominic moved closer, capturing Matthew's face with his hands and turning it gently until they were staring into each others eyes. One thumb swept softly against a sharp cheekbone, Matthew leaning into its touch.
"Yes," came the reply, the blond's voice flowing through the air seductively. "Y'always drive me crazy. And if we're gonna do... well... that," Dominic kissed Matthew's cheek, "then, by fuckin' God, we're gonna do it," he flicked his tongue against the corner of the brunet's mouth, "in the biggest, softest bed y'ever seen..."
It was a scenario Dominic had played out in his mind a dozen times at least. In his fantasy it was unclear where the two of them were, but the bed they were in was a warm, satiny-soft place, and they never left it. Some nights, if he closed his eyes tightly enough, he could feel Matthew resting next to him. On other nights, when he was feeling especially naughty, Dominic could feel the brunet beneath him, hot skin on display. He couldn't help himself; the one night he'd spent in Matthew's arms left Dominic wanting even more.
Their lips met once, wetly, as the blond continued to whisper words into Matthew's mouth. "...somewhere where I can feel every inch of ya against me. No worries, no interruptions, no clothes. Just us, blue eyes. Yeah?"
Matthew nodded, pulling Dominic close as he could. "Okay. Yeah."
"Oh! And if it happens to be in yer bed, Daisy ain't invited. Just sayin'." Dominic shuddered.
The two of them broke out in laughter, Dominic's head on Matthew's shoulder. They stayed like that for a long time, basking in each others presence.
"Yer somethin' else, Matty," the blond said seriously, peering up at him. "Don't ya ever forget it."
* * *
A few days later Gabriel closed his bible, satisfied with the notes he had taken for this coming Sunday's sermon. His first couple weeks in the pulpit had went quite smoothly, and the initial nervousness he'd felt in preaching to a new congregation was fading away slowly. He checked in on Kevin, who was playing one of his video games, and informed him he was going down to the pond for a while. Kevin mumbled a reply without turning to him, the tip of his tongue lodged in the corner of his mouth as he concentrated on Castlevania.
He stepped out into the sun with his notebook in one hand and a glass of lemonade in the other. The small pond was fast becoming a favorite place of his to be alone. The water was unusually sharp and clear, and reflected the mountains that surrounded it gorgeously. There was very little traffic on their small country road, so the only sounds one could hear were nature's own; a bird chirping here, insects and a gentle breeze there.
Gabriel sat down, leaning against the small poplar tree that provided him with the best view of his picturesque surroundings. His initial idea had been to look over his notes, but instead he found himself closing his eyes and doing something else entirely.
"I miss you, darlin'," he whispered.
It comforted him immeasurably just to be able to talk to Gretchen this way. That was another reason he was so fond of the little pond that graced their property; down here he could speak without any fear of being overheard by the boys. Gabriel sometimes wondered if Dominic or Kevin ever talked to her, but he also understood that if they did, it was something to be kept private. But he had to admit, the thought of Dominic perhaps fretting to his mama that Matthew's dog didn't like him was one of the sweetest things he could ever imagine. He grinned, shaking his head.
"The boys are well. Of course, I know you can see that for yourself," he commented with another smile as he stared out at the water, "but, well, I just like to say it anyway. Kevin's gonna be startin' school in a couple weeks, and Dominic's already got a few days under his belt with the Forest Service. The first time I saw him in his uniform I thought to myself that you'dve been so proud of him. His shorts, though, are a little, well, short? Kinda tight too." Gabriel sipped his lemonade, biting his lip in confusion. "I don't remember seein' other rangers dressed like that in your time, but ah well. I reckon times have changed a little."
Movement from the edge of the woods caught his eye; a large jackrabbit came hopping out into the glen, its mate following behind just a few seconds later. One of them stared at Gabriel, but didn't seem to be bothered by his presence. Nonplussed, he continued his conversation.
"This congregation seems to like me; it's goin' well so far." He wrinkled his nose. "So far? When did I become that person, Gretch, that's waitin' for somethin' to go wrong? Just because things went badly before doesn't mean they will again, after all. Anyway, it's a small group, there's only 34 members on the books. The Sunday school class only has 6 youngins! I think that's when I miss you the most, it's hard seein' someone teachin' the little ones when you should be the one doin' it."
Gabriel paused; he had to, his throat was tightening up on him. He took a few deep breaths in an effort to calm himself. It would be so easy to give in to the anger and wonder why, to scream to the heavens that it wasn't fair his wife was taken from him. But he also knew that this was life. Horrible things happen to wonderful people, every minute of every waking day, and there was no rhyme or reason to any of it. He cleared his throat and went on.
"There's a boy. His name's Matthew, and, baby," he said softly, "Dominic's smitten. His parents are wonderful people, but I ain't met I ain't met Matthew myself yet. I don't wanna pry; y'know I want Dominic to feel free to make his own way, but I just... I'm a little concerned? I reckon that's the main reason I came out here t'talk to you today. I mean, I know you're with us always, and, well, I got to thinkin' that maybe you've seen this Matthew for yourself? Is he a good man? Will he-" Gabriel paused, his hands on his face. "What am I doin'?"
"Hey, daddy!"
Gabriel turned his head; Dominic was home from work and walking down the hill toward him. He opened his journal to the inner cover, reading the handwritten inscription for what must have been the millionth time this past year.
My darling Gabriel.
Write down your hopes, dreams, and wishes in these pages, and know that every day I live I'll be doing everything in my power to make them come true. I love you so.
Yours, as ever, Gretchen
He ran his thumb over the "I love you so" and whispered a response in kind before closing it.
"Hey, son!"
"Kevin said y'were down here. I ain't interruptin' anything, am I?" He ran the last few steps, panting as he sat down next to his father.
"Course you ain't," Gabriel smiled. "Good day?"
Dominic smiled. "Yeah, it was. Had to take a course in first aid, so it was kinda slow, but it was a good day. But, I got to thinkin' on the way home, and I was wonderin'..."
"Spit it out, son."
"Reckon Matthew could come for supper tonight? I know it's short notice, I'm just dyin' for you t'meet him, is all."
"Oh!" Gabriel smiled widely. "That's fine with me, of course! You call and see if he's gonna be free."
"Already did," Dominic blushed, picking at the blades of grass beneath his legs. "And he is."
"Well, then, let me get up and get supper goin'!" Gabriel stood, pulling Dominic up by one strong arm. He was shocked when his son gave his cheek a quick peck, then a huge smile.
"Thanks, daddy!" With that, he took off towards the house, his blond hair fluttering as he ran. Gabriel shook his head with a chuckle as he turned his face to the sky.
"Did you do that, sneaky lady?" he mumbled. As his son so often did, the minister scratched his head, brow furrowed. A sudden warm breeze brushed against his cheek; he felt a sudden sense of peace and calm that was very welcome.
"Thanks, Gretch," he whispered.
Later on that evening Matthew and Dominic were standing outside the Howard home. Dominic peered curiously at Matthew as they stared up at the large country house.
"Ok," the brunet said, swallowing. He nodded. "Yeah."
"Y'ain't nervous are ya?"
"A little," Matthew admitted.
"Believe me, son, I don't bite," a soft voice greeted him from the top of the steps. Matthew looked up and found himself face to face with Gabriel Howard. He was tall, and, Matthew had to admit to himself that it was now pretty obvious where Dominic got his good looks. When the reverend smiled, Matthew noticed that it was eerily similar to the one that Dominic tended to flash, full of warmth in the form of perfect white teeth. He extended his hand. "Matthew, it's so wonderful to finally meet you." He raised an eyebrow at his son. "Lord above knows I've heard alot about you lately!"
"Daddy," Dominic hissed. Gabriel laughed heartily as he and Matthew shook hands.
"Thank you sir. It's great to finally meet you as well!"
"Come on in," Gabriel said, holding the screen door open for the two of them, grinning when he saw Dominic put a protective arm around Matthew's waist. They were just as cute together as he'd envisioned they'd be.
Matthew glanced around the spacious living room, leaning into Dominic's touch as he took in his surroundings. The house was full of sunlight, and the smell of grilled steaks hung in the air. The furniture A portrait on the wall caught his eye and he gravitated toward it, pulling Dominic with him.
"Oh," he whispered. "Is that...?"
"Yep. That's mama," Dominic said softly.
The woman staring back at him was, quite simply, beautiful. The photo was a close-up, her face surrounded by early morning sunlight against a background of the ocean. Long blonde hair framed her face, big green eyes shining at Matthew from behind the thin pane of glass.
"Gretchen loved the coast, could never get enough of it. Last time we went to the Outer Banks, a few years back, she and I got up early to watch the sunrise. I took this that morning."
"It's beautiful," Matthew grinned. He glanced at Dominic. "And where were you and your brother?"
"Sleepin'," Dominic replied easily. "That's too damn early."
Reverend Howard raised his eyebrows at his oldest son, causing Dominic to backtrack.
"I mean, too dang early."
Matthew was taken aback. He punched Dominic's arm playfully. "Shame on you! I ain't never seen the ocean at all, let alone the ocean at sunrise."
In that instant Dominic decided that he simply had to rectify that; one way or another, he wanted to be alongside Matthew as he laid his eyes on the ocean for the first time ever.
"We tried, but couldn't get the boys interested in joining us. Dominic ain't much of a mornin' person," Gabriel explained.
The younger Howard grumbled something Matthew couldn't make out, and blushed as his father laughed yet again. The laughter was contagious to Matthew, especially in such a warm and inviting atmosphere. Gabriel and Dominic stared at the photo together for a beat, the older man's hand on his son's back. Then, just as quickly, the moment passed and Dominic grabbed Matthew's hand and led him further into the house, to the kitchen.
Matthew noticed instantly the child was sitting at the counter, engaged in heated battle with a sandwich. Judging from the smears on the boy's face, it was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and, it was winning.
"Good lord, yer makin' a mess," Dominic frowned.
Kevin glared at his brother. "I ain't hurtin' nothin'." He noticed Matthew then and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, blushing.
"This," Dominic announced dramatically, with a wave of his hand, "is the turd."
"Dominic James," Gabriel's voice chided, "don't be ugly in front of company."
"Sorry, Daddy." he answered. "This is my brother, Kevin. Kevin, this is Matthew."
The youngest Howard hopped off the stool he'd been perched on and nodded shyly to the brunet. "Hey, Matthew."
"Hey, it's good t'meet ya."
Kevin smiled. "Thanks. Y'seem nice, what y'doin' hangin' out with my dork of a brother?"
Dominic glared at him, narrowing his eyes.
"You too, Kevin," Gabriel warned. "Act like y'got at least some manners, yeah?"
"Sorry, daddy."
"C'mon, y'all wash up then come on out back. We'll eat out on the back deck."
And they did. The meal was a simple one for a summer night, steaks cooked on the grill, a baked potato, and salad. The four of them ate, conversation ranging from the history of Bellamy's, (the Howards learned that the store had been in Matthew's family for over forty years) to the fact that Dominic had a secret obsession (apparently the blond was an avid classic comic book collector, something that made Matthew grin to no end). When Gabriel mentioned that Kevin's first day of school was only three weeks away, Matthew perked up even more.
"What grade are ya goin' into?" he asked, taking a sip of his sweet tea.
"Sixth," Kevin answered. "Y'all have an awful small school here, I saw it in town this week."
"Yeah, that's Walker Hill," Matthew replied with a smile, "I went there from kindergarten to the eighth grade."
"Wait, what now? All those grades in one school?"
The brunet turned to Dominic, who had just returned from the kitchen with dessert, a stawberry shortcake. "Yeah. Small town, small school." Indeed it was; Walker Hill Elementary had a total of 84 students the previous school year. To say it was a small school was actually the understatement of the century.
Kevin's eyes widened. "Wow."
"Y'know, my friend Tommy's on staff at the school; he teaches P.E. I reckon as soon as they report he and I could give ya a tour, if you'd like."
"Really?"
"'Sure thing! Ain't no problem at all. I spent nine years there, I know it like the back o'my hand. Most of the teachers I had are still there, too."
"That's so nice of you, Matthew," Gabriel smiled.
"Yeah," Kevin said, "thank you!"
"Lord. That's all I need," Dominic mumbled.
Matthew was amused. "What?"
"You two becomin' best friends."
In response, Kevin merely narrowed his eyes at his brother.
After dessert Kevin excused himself to go back to his video game, with the promise that Matthew would get in touch with him soon to arrange a visit to the school. Dominic, Gabriel and Matthew stayed outside on the deck, continuing to relax and enjoy each other's company. As the hours stretched on, Gabriel realized that even though he'd only met Matthew, he liked him already. It seemed to the him that his son was indeed in good hands; he found himself wondering just how serious the two of them were, but only for a moment. He trusted Dominic implicitly, and that was all he needed to know. After a game of Scrabble, that Gabriel easily won, they realized it was nearly eleven o'clock.
Gabriel and Matthew strolled to the front door, the older man holding it open for his guest. "Come back anytime, Matthew. I'm so happy y'joined us tonight. You're always welcome here, I mean that. Always."
Matthew's cheeks reddened a bit at Gabriel's kind words. "Thank you, si-"
The preacher raised one hand in protest. "If y'call me 'sir' one more time I'm gonna retract my offer, son. It's makin' me feel awful old. Gabriel will do just fine," he chuckled.
"Okay, Gab-," Matthew began, only to shake his head in distaste after a beat. "Nah, can't do it, sir. Sorry. It just ain't... right. I'll work on it, though."
Gabriel laughed heartily at the young man before him, giving him a firm handshake before turning back into the house. Dominic watched them, leaning against the wall, a peaceful, content expression on his face. He followed Matthew down the porch steps to tell him good night. Dominic's stomach did a few hundred little flips when Matthew grabbed his hand while the fireflies milled around them. They walked slowly, not speaking, just content to be in each other's company. Finally, the brunet leaned against Stella's door, staring up into the night sky.
"It's gorgeous," he commented, a goofy smile on his face.
"So are you," Dominic answered, wrapping his arms around Matthew's neck. Matthew promptly melted, pulling the blond closer by his belt loops. "Thanks for comin' tonight."
"I'm glad I did," Matthew answered, his hands on the blond's waist now. "Y'got an great family, y'know."
"I do," he affirmed. "Believe me, I do." They stayed in that position for some time, both of them stealing quick glances at each other. Every time Dominic tried to kiss Matthew the smaller man would back away. Dominic was getting frustrated. "Erm, so, ya gonna kiss me or what?"
"What if your daddy's lookin'," Matthew replied nervously. "I do-"
Dominic, who had grown tired of waiting, pressed their lips together without warning. The feel of his tongue sliding against Matthew's bottom lip helped the brunet to forget about the potential of prying eyes. Matthew opened to him with a melodic sigh, deepening their kiss.
"Y'taste like strawberries," the blond whispered with a giggle.
"Eww, y'all are gross!"
Kevin's voice rang out into the quiet of the night, the startled couple releasing each other quickly. The spy in question was at his bedroom window, a pair of binoculars in his hands as he watched them.
"I'm-a-comin' to kill ya, turd. Get ready, say yer prayers," Dominic warned. Kevin quickly ducked into his window, the light switching off after a few seconds. Dominic turned to Matthew sheepishly. "I should go, gotta be at the park early tomorrow."
"Okay. I'll talk to ya then."
Dominic brought the brunet's hand to his mouth. "G'night, blue eyes."
"You too. Sleep well."
It was only when he'd gotten into his car that Matthew realized he'd received another text. He flipped the device open and scanned his message log, scowling when he realized the only new message was from Mary Lou.
Again.
Matthew had no guilt in deleting the message without reading it.
Author:
millionstarPairing: Belldom, AU
Rating: This part, NC-17
Warnings: Language, Sudden Southern Drawls, Tight Blue Jeans.
Summary: AU Belldom, set in the Deep American South. Enough said, y'all.
Feedback: Is welcome & appreciated, if you're so inclined.
Archive: Links only.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no $$ being made, and this is fiction. Title taken lovingly from the song of the same name.
Author's note: As always, eternal thanks to
dolce_piccante & myz_bee for their help and for listening to me whine and fret over, well, everything lately. So much love, ladies.<3 Special kudos to lalalive23 for being an uber smexy cheerleader. *hugs* And as always, HUGE thanks to my sis,
captivemuse for her help in all thangs Southern. She's got-damned essential to this fic. Make no mistake. <3 One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen | Fourteen
"Anyone ever given you road head, blue eyes?"
"N-no," Even as he uttered the words he already knew that this was going to happen, that in his heart he had absolutely no intention of telling Dominic to stop. Especially now, as Dominic's hand made quick work of his flies. One hand slid beneath the denim, Matthew moaning lowly as he lifted his hips slightly to give the blond better access.
Dominic purred his approval as he freed Matthew's cock from his jeans. The brunet gasped, Dominic's lips hot on his ear. "Let me."
"I can do alot of things, Dom, but I can't have y'suckin' me off while I'm drivin. I'll get us killed!"
"Please?"
The request sent Matthew into a deeper turmoil. "Y-ya really wanna do this?"
"Couple nights ago," Dominic replied, still kissing Matthew's ear, "I couldn't sleep. D'ya know why?"
Matthew knew he should be keeping his eyes on the road, but the urge to look down was too strong and he simply had to indulge himself. The stiff, swollen skin bobbed against the steering wheel; he let loose a barely-stifled groan. By the time Dominic wrapped his fingers around it, Matthew had looked away, wincing as a tractor-trailer passed them on the highway.
"Why?"
"I was thinkin' about this," the blond squeezed Matthew's cock once, "and 'bout how good it feels to wrap my tongue around it. 'Bout how I know it so well already. 'Bout how y'taste; believe me, its better than chocolate, blue eyes. Don't ya see, Matty? I was fuckin' cravin' ya. It nearly drove me mad; I had t'jump in the shower t'rub one out, I was so fuckin' hard."
The brunet's chest heaved in anticipation. It was bad enough that he was this distracted already, but the thought of Dominic, dripping wet, covered in soap suds, touching himself, was making it even worse. And worst of all, Matthew had to admit that he was close to giving in now. Dominic was just so sensual in every thing he did, but it was even more than that; he made Matthew feel desired in a way the brunet had never felt before in his life.
"Someone might see."
"Well then," Dominic replied quietly, "you'd better make it look hot, yeah?" Matthew shivered, Dominic now jerking him slowly, leaning across the seat.
When Dominic sucked the dripping cockhead into his mouth, he moaned orgasmically, the sound creating a wall of delicious vibrations that made Matthew cry out. He worked the brunet's cock slowly, using warm, wet sucks.
"Y'feel so good, ohh-" Matthew blurted out, his knuckles white from the strain of grasping the steering wheel so tightly. Each of his senses were heightened; he'd never felt more alive than he did right now. They were approaching Main Street, and there were loads of people milling about, a fact that should have made Matthew nervous. It didn't, though. Actually, the chance that someone could perhaps catch them in the act only added fuel to the fire Matthew was feeling right now.
Dominic would have replied, "You know it," if his mouth hadn't been so full of cock. But, it was, and the gasps his gentle sucks were eliciting from Matthew ignited a fire between his own legs.
"Hey, Matty!" a voice called out from the street. Wide-eyed, mouth open, the brunet turned his head slightly, identifying the voice of his friend Tom. He nodded, smiling tightly, one hand in Dominic's hair, gripping it like a vice.
"Hey, Tommy!" They were approaching the one stop light in town, and of course, it happened to be red. Stella screeched to a halt, her owner counting the seconds until he could pull away. Was this really happening? What would he do if Tom walked over and saw Dominic's head nestled in his crotch?
"Hold up a sec," Tom called out, crossing the street, "I need to ask ya somethin'!"
"No!" Matthew yelled, Dominic releasing his cock with a giggle. "I mean, it ain't a good time... I don't feel so good." The brunet squirmed as Dominic pushed it to one side so his tongue could lathe Matthew's balls smoothly.
"You. Fuckin'. Tease," Matthew hissed under his breath, spanking Dominic's jean-clad backside.
"Ooh," the blond gasped, "more... s'makin' me hard."
"Wha-"
Tom came to a halt, blessedly still on the other side of the street. "Oh! Well, I-"
Blessedly the light changed and Matthew shifted, then accelerated. "I'll holler at ya later, I promise!" He sped away so quickly Tom didn't even have time to process what had happened.
"Spankin', yeah?" Matthew purred, delivering another sharp slap to the blond's ass, Dominic groaning as he nuzzled the dark hair between Matthew's legs with his nose.
"Do it again."
"No," the brunet replied easily. "Yer supposed t'be suckin' my dick."
His tone made Dominic smile widely; a dominant Matthew was something he could get very used to. The blond didn't respond, though, he just went back to the task at hand. Matthew's mouth fell open at the sensation of being sucked so thoroughly; he stroked Dominic's back, his hand sliding lower until he slid it into Dominic's jeans, cupping his bare ass, kneading it firmly.
Matthew moaned, his eyes threatening to fall shut as the blond head between his legs began to move faster. Just then Matthew realized he was about to pass Bellamy's; he turned his head and sunk down in his seat until passing the store. He couldn't help himself.
"Y'make me," the brunet said softly, "so damn hot, Dom." Impulsively the hand inside Dominic's jeans squeezed the firm skin it found a few times before coming to a stop between the blond's cheeks.
When he pushed forward slightly with his long middle finger, Dominic paused, gasping around Matthew's length. The blond was shocked at Matthew's boldness; it only served to spur him on even more, the brunet crying out when special attention was paid to his slit. Matthew's fingertip continued to swirl around the puckered skin; he was fascinated by sheer feel of it.
"S-stop," Dominic said suddenly, licking his lips as he released the brunet's cock. Matthew slammed on the brakes, Dominic's head smacking against the steering wheel. Panting, Matthew glanced around and was relieved to see that they weren't being watched. He blushed suddenly, freeing his hand from Dominic's jeans at lightning speed.
"M'sorry," he mumbled, looking out the window. He began to berate himself internally, he wondered what he'd done wrong; had he not pleased Dominic? To be fair, he'd never attempted to do that to another man before, and it was probably obvious to Dominic now just how inexperienced he was. Matthew placed one hand protectively over his erection, his embarrassment growing.
"Drive," the blond replied with a wink, getting back to business. Matthew did what he was told, the wet mouth wrapped around his cock helping to alleviate his embarrassment. He geared the car down, Stella hesitating for a moment before finally cooperating and carrying them down the street.
His mouth open in pleasure, Matthew rested his head against the back of his seat. When he could feel the back of Dominic's throat he gasped, panting as he could feel his orgasm building. He was having trouble keeping his eyes open but he forced the issue so he wouldn't wreck. It was a delicious burn that he could feel all over his body. His senses were heightened dramatically; he could hear the blood rushing in his ears as he tried to buck up into the blond's lips. When he finally spilled, hot and thick, into Dominic's mouth he grunted wantonly, an almost primal growl escaping him.
Dominic continued to suck him through the aftershocks, determined to swallow every drop. One of Matthew's hands fell to the blond's hair, clutching the sweat-soaked strands tightly. Panting, Matthew put Stella in a higher gear and drove them out of town, pulling onto a small dirt road that used to lead to on old mill. Now it was just a dead end, and an area that gave them a little privacy.
When Matthew stopped the car finally, the blond glanced up at Matthew, confusion in his eyes. "Now, what were ya sorry about earlier?" He sat up slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Matthew quickly stuffed himself back into his jeans and stared out his window, too humiliated to face Dominic. "That I ain't very... good at, well... that-"
"Not good?" Dominic was shocked. He turned to Matthew, running his hands through his sweat-soaked hair. "I only stopped ya earlier cause, well," the blond flushed, "y'were drivin' me mad."
The brunet furrowed his brow. "I was?"
Dominic moved closer, capturing Matthew's face with his hands and turning it gently until they were staring into each others eyes. One thumb swept softly against a sharp cheekbone, Matthew leaning into its touch.
"Yes," came the reply, the blond's voice flowing through the air seductively. "Y'always drive me crazy. And if we're gonna do... well... that," Dominic kissed Matthew's cheek, "then, by fuckin' God, we're gonna do it," he flicked his tongue against the corner of the brunet's mouth, "in the biggest, softest bed y'ever seen..."
It was a scenario Dominic had played out in his mind a dozen times at least. In his fantasy it was unclear where the two of them were, but the bed they were in was a warm, satiny-soft place, and they never left it. Some nights, if he closed his eyes tightly enough, he could feel Matthew resting next to him. On other nights, when he was feeling especially naughty, Dominic could feel the brunet beneath him, hot skin on display. He couldn't help himself; the one night he'd spent in Matthew's arms left Dominic wanting even more.
Their lips met once, wetly, as the blond continued to whisper words into Matthew's mouth. "...somewhere where I can feel every inch of ya against me. No worries, no interruptions, no clothes. Just us, blue eyes. Yeah?"
Matthew nodded, pulling Dominic close as he could. "Okay. Yeah."
"Oh! And if it happens to be in yer bed, Daisy ain't invited. Just sayin'." Dominic shuddered.
The two of them broke out in laughter, Dominic's head on Matthew's shoulder. They stayed like that for a long time, basking in each others presence.
"Yer somethin' else, Matty," the blond said seriously, peering up at him. "Don't ya ever forget it."
A few days later Gabriel closed his bible, satisfied with the notes he had taken for this coming Sunday's sermon. His first couple weeks in the pulpit had went quite smoothly, and the initial nervousness he'd felt in preaching to a new congregation was fading away slowly. He checked in on Kevin, who was playing one of his video games, and informed him he was going down to the pond for a while. Kevin mumbled a reply without turning to him, the tip of his tongue lodged in the corner of his mouth as he concentrated on Castlevania.
He stepped out into the sun with his notebook in one hand and a glass of lemonade in the other. The small pond was fast becoming a favorite place of his to be alone. The water was unusually sharp and clear, and reflected the mountains that surrounded it gorgeously. There was very little traffic on their small country road, so the only sounds one could hear were nature's own; a bird chirping here, insects and a gentle breeze there.
Gabriel sat down, leaning against the small poplar tree that provided him with the best view of his picturesque surroundings. His initial idea had been to look over his notes, but instead he found himself closing his eyes and doing something else entirely.
"I miss you, darlin'," he whispered.
It comforted him immeasurably just to be able to talk to Gretchen this way. That was another reason he was so fond of the little pond that graced their property; down here he could speak without any fear of being overheard by the boys. Gabriel sometimes wondered if Dominic or Kevin ever talked to her, but he also understood that if they did, it was something to be kept private. But he had to admit, the thought of Dominic perhaps fretting to his mama that Matthew's dog didn't like him was one of the sweetest things he could ever imagine. He grinned, shaking his head.
"The boys are well. Of course, I know you can see that for yourself," he commented with another smile as he stared out at the water, "but, well, I just like to say it anyway. Kevin's gonna be startin' school in a couple weeks, and Dominic's already got a few days under his belt with the Forest Service. The first time I saw him in his uniform I thought to myself that you'dve been so proud of him. His shorts, though, are a little, well, short? Kinda tight too." Gabriel sipped his lemonade, biting his lip in confusion. "I don't remember seein' other rangers dressed like that in your time, but ah well. I reckon times have changed a little."
Movement from the edge of the woods caught his eye; a large jackrabbit came hopping out into the glen, its mate following behind just a few seconds later. One of them stared at Gabriel, but didn't seem to be bothered by his presence. Nonplussed, he continued his conversation.
"This congregation seems to like me; it's goin' well so far." He wrinkled his nose. "So far? When did I become that person, Gretch, that's waitin' for somethin' to go wrong? Just because things went badly before doesn't mean they will again, after all. Anyway, it's a small group, there's only 34 members on the books. The Sunday school class only has 6 youngins! I think that's when I miss you the most, it's hard seein' someone teachin' the little ones when you should be the one doin' it."
Gabriel paused; he had to, his throat was tightening up on him. He took a few deep breaths in an effort to calm himself. It would be so easy to give in to the anger and wonder why, to scream to the heavens that it wasn't fair his wife was taken from him. But he also knew that this was life. Horrible things happen to wonderful people, every minute of every waking day, and there was no rhyme or reason to any of it. He cleared his throat and went on.
"There's a boy. His name's Matthew, and, baby," he said softly, "Dominic's smitten. His parents are wonderful people, but I ain't met I ain't met Matthew myself yet. I don't wanna pry; y'know I want Dominic to feel free to make his own way, but I just... I'm a little concerned? I reckon that's the main reason I came out here t'talk to you today. I mean, I know you're with us always, and, well, I got to thinkin' that maybe you've seen this Matthew for yourself? Is he a good man? Will he-" Gabriel paused, his hands on his face. "What am I doin'?"
"Hey, daddy!"
Gabriel turned his head; Dominic was home from work and walking down the hill toward him. He opened his journal to the inner cover, reading the handwritten inscription for what must have been the millionth time this past year.
Write down your hopes, dreams, and wishes in these pages, and know that every day I live I'll be doing everything in my power to make them come true. I love you so.
Yours, as ever, Gretchen
He ran his thumb over the "I love you so" and whispered a response in kind before closing it.
"Hey, son!"
"Kevin said y'were down here. I ain't interruptin' anything, am I?" He ran the last few steps, panting as he sat down next to his father.
"Course you ain't," Gabriel smiled. "Good day?"
Dominic smiled. "Yeah, it was. Had to take a course in first aid, so it was kinda slow, but it was a good day. But, I got to thinkin' on the way home, and I was wonderin'..."
"Spit it out, son."
"Reckon Matthew could come for supper tonight? I know it's short notice, I'm just dyin' for you t'meet him, is all."
"Oh!" Gabriel smiled widely. "That's fine with me, of course! You call and see if he's gonna be free."
"Already did," Dominic blushed, picking at the blades of grass beneath his legs. "And he is."
"Well, then, let me get up and get supper goin'!" Gabriel stood, pulling Dominic up by one strong arm. He was shocked when his son gave his cheek a quick peck, then a huge smile.
"Thanks, daddy!" With that, he took off towards the house, his blond hair fluttering as he ran. Gabriel shook his head with a chuckle as he turned his face to the sky.
"Did you do that, sneaky lady?" he mumbled. As his son so often did, the minister scratched his head, brow furrowed. A sudden warm breeze brushed against his cheek; he felt a sudden sense of peace and calm that was very welcome.
"Thanks, Gretch," he whispered.
Later on that evening Matthew and Dominic were standing outside the Howard home. Dominic peered curiously at Matthew as they stared up at the large country house.
"Ok," the brunet said, swallowing. He nodded. "Yeah."
"Y'ain't nervous are ya?"
"A little," Matthew admitted.
"Believe me, son, I don't bite," a soft voice greeted him from the top of the steps. Matthew looked up and found himself face to face with Gabriel Howard. He was tall, and, Matthew had to admit to himself that it was now pretty obvious where Dominic got his good looks. When the reverend smiled, Matthew noticed that it was eerily similar to the one that Dominic tended to flash, full of warmth in the form of perfect white teeth. He extended his hand. "Matthew, it's so wonderful to finally meet you." He raised an eyebrow at his son. "Lord above knows I've heard alot about you lately!"
"Daddy," Dominic hissed. Gabriel laughed heartily as he and Matthew shook hands.
"Thank you sir. It's great to finally meet you as well!"
"Come on in," Gabriel said, holding the screen door open for the two of them, grinning when he saw Dominic put a protective arm around Matthew's waist. They were just as cute together as he'd envisioned they'd be.
Matthew glanced around the spacious living room, leaning into Dominic's touch as he took in his surroundings. The house was full of sunlight, and the smell of grilled steaks hung in the air. The furniture A portrait on the wall caught his eye and he gravitated toward it, pulling Dominic with him.
"Oh," he whispered. "Is that...?"
"Yep. That's mama," Dominic said softly.
The woman staring back at him was, quite simply, beautiful. The photo was a close-up, her face surrounded by early morning sunlight against a background of the ocean. Long blonde hair framed her face, big green eyes shining at Matthew from behind the thin pane of glass.
"Gretchen loved the coast, could never get enough of it. Last time we went to the Outer Banks, a few years back, she and I got up early to watch the sunrise. I took this that morning."
"It's beautiful," Matthew grinned. He glanced at Dominic. "And where were you and your brother?"
"Sleepin'," Dominic replied easily. "That's too damn early."
Reverend Howard raised his eyebrows at his oldest son, causing Dominic to backtrack.
"I mean, too dang early."
Matthew was taken aback. He punched Dominic's arm playfully. "Shame on you! I ain't never seen the ocean at all, let alone the ocean at sunrise."
In that instant Dominic decided that he simply had to rectify that; one way or another, he wanted to be alongside Matthew as he laid his eyes on the ocean for the first time ever.
"We tried, but couldn't get the boys interested in joining us. Dominic ain't much of a mornin' person," Gabriel explained.
The younger Howard grumbled something Matthew couldn't make out, and blushed as his father laughed yet again. The laughter was contagious to Matthew, especially in such a warm and inviting atmosphere. Gabriel and Dominic stared at the photo together for a beat, the older man's hand on his son's back. Then, just as quickly, the moment passed and Dominic grabbed Matthew's hand and led him further into the house, to the kitchen.
Matthew noticed instantly the child was sitting at the counter, engaged in heated battle with a sandwich. Judging from the smears on the boy's face, it was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and, it was winning.
"Good lord, yer makin' a mess," Dominic frowned.
Kevin glared at his brother. "I ain't hurtin' nothin'." He noticed Matthew then and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, blushing.
"This," Dominic announced dramatically, with a wave of his hand, "is the turd."
"Dominic James," Gabriel's voice chided, "don't be ugly in front of company."
"Sorry, Daddy." he answered. "This is my brother, Kevin. Kevin, this is Matthew."
The youngest Howard hopped off the stool he'd been perched on and nodded shyly to the brunet. "Hey, Matthew."
"Hey, it's good t'meet ya."
Kevin smiled. "Thanks. Y'seem nice, what y'doin' hangin' out with my dork of a brother?"
Dominic glared at him, narrowing his eyes.
"You too, Kevin," Gabriel warned. "Act like y'got at least some manners, yeah?"
"Sorry, daddy."
"C'mon, y'all wash up then come on out back. We'll eat out on the back deck."
And they did. The meal was a simple one for a summer night, steaks cooked on the grill, a baked potato, and salad. The four of them ate, conversation ranging from the history of Bellamy's, (the Howards learned that the store had been in Matthew's family for over forty years) to the fact that Dominic had a secret obsession (apparently the blond was an avid classic comic book collector, something that made Matthew grin to no end). When Gabriel mentioned that Kevin's first day of school was only three weeks away, Matthew perked up even more.
"What grade are ya goin' into?" he asked, taking a sip of his sweet tea.
"Sixth," Kevin answered. "Y'all have an awful small school here, I saw it in town this week."
"Yeah, that's Walker Hill," Matthew replied with a smile, "I went there from kindergarten to the eighth grade."
"Wait, what now? All those grades in one school?"
The brunet turned to Dominic, who had just returned from the kitchen with dessert, a stawberry shortcake. "Yeah. Small town, small school." Indeed it was; Walker Hill Elementary had a total of 84 students the previous school year. To say it was a small school was actually the understatement of the century.
Kevin's eyes widened. "Wow."
"Y'know, my friend Tommy's on staff at the school; he teaches P.E. I reckon as soon as they report he and I could give ya a tour, if you'd like."
"Really?"
"'Sure thing! Ain't no problem at all. I spent nine years there, I know it like the back o'my hand. Most of the teachers I had are still there, too."
"That's so nice of you, Matthew," Gabriel smiled.
"Yeah," Kevin said, "thank you!"
"Lord. That's all I need," Dominic mumbled.
Matthew was amused. "What?"
"You two becomin' best friends."
In response, Kevin merely narrowed his eyes at his brother.
After dessert Kevin excused himself to go back to his video game, with the promise that Matthew would get in touch with him soon to arrange a visit to the school. Dominic, Gabriel and Matthew stayed outside on the deck, continuing to relax and enjoy each other's company. As the hours stretched on, Gabriel realized that even though he'd only met Matthew, he liked him already. It seemed to the him that his son was indeed in good hands; he found himself wondering just how serious the two of them were, but only for a moment. He trusted Dominic implicitly, and that was all he needed to know. After a game of Scrabble, that Gabriel easily won, they realized it was nearly eleven o'clock.
Gabriel and Matthew strolled to the front door, the older man holding it open for his guest. "Come back anytime, Matthew. I'm so happy y'joined us tonight. You're always welcome here, I mean that. Always."
Matthew's cheeks reddened a bit at Gabriel's kind words. "Thank you, si-"
The preacher raised one hand in protest. "If y'call me 'sir' one more time I'm gonna retract my offer, son. It's makin' me feel awful old. Gabriel will do just fine," he chuckled.
"Okay, Gab-," Matthew began, only to shake his head in distaste after a beat. "Nah, can't do it, sir. Sorry. It just ain't... right. I'll work on it, though."
Gabriel laughed heartily at the young man before him, giving him a firm handshake before turning back into the house. Dominic watched them, leaning against the wall, a peaceful, content expression on his face. He followed Matthew down the porch steps to tell him good night. Dominic's stomach did a few hundred little flips when Matthew grabbed his hand while the fireflies milled around them. They walked slowly, not speaking, just content to be in each other's company. Finally, the brunet leaned against Stella's door, staring up into the night sky.
"It's gorgeous," he commented, a goofy smile on his face.
"So are you," Dominic answered, wrapping his arms around Matthew's neck. Matthew promptly melted, pulling the blond closer by his belt loops. "Thanks for comin' tonight."
"I'm glad I did," Matthew answered, his hands on the blond's waist now. "Y'got an great family, y'know."
"I do," he affirmed. "Believe me, I do." They stayed in that position for some time, both of them stealing quick glances at each other. Every time Dominic tried to kiss Matthew the smaller man would back away. Dominic was getting frustrated. "Erm, so, ya gonna kiss me or what?"
"What if your daddy's lookin'," Matthew replied nervously. "I do-"
Dominic, who had grown tired of waiting, pressed their lips together without warning. The feel of his tongue sliding against Matthew's bottom lip helped the brunet to forget about the potential of prying eyes. Matthew opened to him with a melodic sigh, deepening their kiss.
"Y'taste like strawberries," the blond whispered with a giggle.
"Eww, y'all are gross!"
Kevin's voice rang out into the quiet of the night, the startled couple releasing each other quickly. The spy in question was at his bedroom window, a pair of binoculars in his hands as he watched them.
"I'm-a-comin' to kill ya, turd. Get ready, say yer prayers," Dominic warned. Kevin quickly ducked into his window, the light switching off after a few seconds. Dominic turned to Matthew sheepishly. "I should go, gotta be at the park early tomorrow."
"Okay. I'll talk to ya then."
Dominic brought the brunet's hand to his mouth. "G'night, blue eyes."
"You too. Sleep well."
It was only when he'd gotten into his car that Matthew realized he'd received another text. He flipped the device open and scanned his message log, scowling when he realized the only new message was from Mary Lou.
Again.
Matthew had no guilt in deleting the message without reading it.
