million_star | Fierce Frequencies (4/?)

Title: Fierce Frequencies (4/?)
Author:

millionstar
Pairing: Belldom, AU
Rating: R, for this chapter.
Warnings: Language, slight smut for this chapter.
Summary: America. The 1970's. QBUT Radio is a station with some familiar looking staff members.
Feedback: Is appreciated, if you're so inclined. Either way, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no profit is being made and this never happened.
Author's Note: Thanks to

dolce_piccante,

frisky_biscuit &

myz_bee for feedback and support in all things. If I could send you each a Domalick, I would do it in a heartbeat. <3

A special thank you to

ms_belle10 for offering wonderful insight into the world of radio! :)

One | Two | Three

The DJ felt especially warm and comfortable that morning, his body shifting in the thin sheet he was wrapped in. Dominic loved this particular feeling; not quite awake, not asleep, but in a state free from thought yet rife with feeling. Funny how ones senses could be heightened in such a situation, yet they were just that. His eyes still closed, he stretched, drawing his knees to his chest for a moment before relaxing again. Dominic was about to fall asleep again when he felt something soft brush against his shoulder; he smiled, arching into the intruding sensation.

It was only when he felt it again that he realized it was a pair of lips. He opened his eyes a crack.

"There's my tiger," Matthew whispered, his breath hot against the DJ's already heated skin. Dominic shivered, unable to open his mouth to formulate even a basic response.

The blond was stunned. "Whaa-?"

"Shhh," the brunet admonished with a wicked grin, continuing to kiss along Dominic's upper arm. "Be still, baby."

Dominic nodded, seemingly calm on the outside but exploding with joy and lust on the inside. He placed his right arm behind his head and got comfortable, leaving Matthew to his lustful devices. The brunet pressed his lips to one of Dominic's nipples, his tongue sliding out to lick the hard, heated skin.

"Oh, Dom, your nipples are like a goddamned Christmas miracle," he moaned, sucking the nub into his mouth. Eyes closed, the DJ grinned widely as Matthew continued to stroke his ego.

"And I've never seen," he kissed Dominic's collarbone, "such perfect, flawless skin." He raised his head, eyes wide and inquisitive as he stared at the blond. "Are you a model or something?"

"Oh, stop," he cooed, still smiling, "... but, well, thank you."

"No, thank you, Dom. I'd like to thank your mother too; your body's so fine I'd like to send her a fruit basket in appreciation."

"How about you just kiss me in appreciation?" Dominic whispered. Not missing a beat, the talk show host dove in, their lips joining, Matthew murmuring something unintelligible into Dominic's open mouth.

"Would you like more?" a sultry voice replied. Still in a delightful, kiss-filled haze, the blond frowned; the location of the voice in relation to the location of the man in his arms wasn't adding up. He opened his eyes as Matthew began to kiss his neck, and those grey pools widened in shock at what they saw.

Two mouths were now working their magic Dominic's willing body. The second Matthew, with his head now positioned so perfectly between the blond's thighs, didn't take his eyes off Dominic's own as he sucked the DJ's plump, leaking, cockhead into his mouth.

Dominic woke with a start, a shout, and an incredibly impressive erection. He held the thin white sheet to his chest, frantically scanning his bedroom for evidence of said twin sex bombs, but alas, it seemed that it was, indeed, only a dream. He fell back onto his pillow with a heavy sigh.

"Of course it wasn't real," he whispered sadly, "I'd never be that lucky."

He shifted in his bed, staring awkwardly at the tent in his bedsheet, located precisely between his legs. "Go away, you," he grumbled. "I'm not in the mood. Well, okay, apparently I am in the mood, but still, you, go away."

Dominic meant it, too. He was growing tired of fantasizing about what he wanted while fucking his fist; the act, which should have been pleasurable to him, had become one that only left him feeling empty and lonelier than ever. That was just it, though, Dominic's days of searching for empty pleasure were over. He'd grown into wanting something more from a coupling, he wanted it to mean something much more lasting than a fleeting sexual release.

And then there was Matthew.

The blond squeezed his eyes shut, as if in doing so would rid his mind of thoughts of the dark haired man who seemed to dominate his thoughts these days. It wasn't to be, though, so Dominic opened his eyes again and turned onto his side, facing his nightstand. He'd not had this much of a interest in someone in quite a while and there were all sorts of thoughts and questions floating around in his mind. What did Matthew look for in another man? Did he like to be woke up in the morning with a kiss to the inside of his wrist the way that Dominic did? What was his favorite food? His favorite book?

Was Matthew as lonely as Dominic was?

The DJ wasn't at all surprised that he'd dreamed about Matthew's twin; his mind had been properly blown at the fact that there were two such fine identical male specimens roaming around. Dominic snorted; this was what made America a great country, he thought to himself: apple pie, baseball, and hot as hell twin brothers.

Dominic rolled onto his back again, folding his hands behind his head as the smirk dissipated. What was at first a passing interest had blossomed into something much more pronounced in the days since Matthew's revelation that he preferred the company of gentlemen. Dominic found himself saying behind at night to watch the brunet in his element behind the microphone, fascinated with the way that he lost himself in his profession. When Matthew fielded a call that he was especially interested in, his entire demeanor lit up; his blue eyes shone brighter and his voice took on an even sweeter lilt that the DJ found to be terribly attractive. Three nights ago they'd gotten into a deep discussion about dessert, of all things. Dominic smiled at the memory.

"What do you mean you don't like chocolate?! Are you from another planet, dude?"

Matthew had giggled. "I' can't help it, I don't! I prefer like, I don't know, something fruity as opposed to something sugary sweet." The brunet wrinkled his nose and giggled again. "Wow, did I just say 'fruity'? Subtle, Matthew."

"Yes. You did," Dominic grinned. "It's too bad, though, Maddy down at Gunther's makes a dynamite hot fudge cake, it's positively epic. If I knew the world were going to come to an end and I could only have one last thing to eat, that's what I would choose. What about you?"

"Cheesecake, definitely. Blueberry cheesecake. When it's done right, that shit's orgasmic."

Dominic sat up, staring out his window at the steady rain that was falling, and bit his lip. He had at least seven hours before he had to be at QBUT and had plans for taking a walk in the park, but it looked as though that would have to wait until another time. He stood up and stretched, the sheet falling to the floor as he did and it was then that he was reminded of his morning erection.

"Good thing I'm getting used to cold showers," he said to noone in particular as he trudged into the bathroom.

Around noon Dominic found himself in Gunther's, at his favorite booth in the back of the bar. He was attacking a BLT and reading his tattered copy of Invisible Man after a failed attempt to lose himself in The Sun Also Rises.

"What? What about the Hemingway? Does it still not do anything for you?"

Dominic looked up, only to be greeted with Gunther's smiling face. The older man, and owner of said bar, sat down across from one of his favorite customers and shook his head. "You're missing out, boy!"

Dominic flushed slightly. "I tried for your sake, G, but I just don't get Hemingway. Do you really want to have this argument again? I'm game if you are!" he teased.

"No, no need for that again! You just know what you like, that's all," Gunther smiled. "How have you been, Dominic? How are things down at the station?"

"They're good, actually! Busy as always, which is good," Dominic replied, nodding and staring at his lap. When he raised his head finally the older man was looking at him intently.

"And?"

Dominic was confused and he laughed nervously. "And what?"

"What else? I've missed our chats, I want to know what's going on in your life!" Dominic had missed their chats as well, truth be told. Living so many of hundreds of miles away from his family was difficult on the DJ and Gunther (along with his wife Madeline) had been one of the first friends he'd made in the neighborhood. Dominic had even spent his first Christmas in the city with the couple, that's how close they'd grown in a few short months.

"There's just nothing to tell, that's all."

"Have you not found a nice young man to spend your time with? How are you spending your days, then?"

Dominic blushed. "No, not really."

"Why not? Don't you think it's time? I hate to think of you sitting at home alone at night, you should be enjoying life!" Dominic smiled at Gunther's concern and opened his mouth to reply but just then a voice rang out from the bar.

"Hey! Lazy ass! I need some help back here, come onnnnnnn!"

"Shaddup, woman," Gunther hollered, grunting as he stood up, "I'm coming!" He pointed at the DJ. "Don't be a stranger, okay? Hope to see you soon."

At that, Dominic simply had to stand up and pull the other man into a hug. "I'll see you soon, I promise. Go on now, before Maddy comes after you!" He pecked Gunther on the cheek and sat down to finish his lunch. About thirty minutes passed as Dominic got to some of his favorite chapters of the book he was lost in. He had finished with his sandwich when nature called and he excused himself.

When he made it back to his booth it looked different than when he'd left it, namely because his empty plate was gone and in it's place sat a large piece of Maddy's hot fudge cake. Dominic eyed it suspiciously; he'd not ordered it. He scratched his head and looked around, but he only saw customers having a quick lunch, nobody was owning up to having ordered it. When he glanced at the bar, Maddy was looking at him; she nodded to him.

"Enjoy, Dom! Courtesy of a friend, yeah?"

The DJ grinned, thankful that this couple had found their way into his life. "Thanks, Maddy!"

"No, don't thank me! A young man, friend of yours, that's who it's from."

Dominic dashed to the counter, his eyes wide. "Wait, what?"

"Yeah," the elderly lady answered him, waving him away with her hand, "you know, your friend from the radio station. Was in here last night for dinner and asked me to see that you got this next time you stopped by. Insisted on it, actually."

"Did he tell you his name?" Dominic's heart pounded in his chest when he spoke, so much so that he sounded breathless. Maddy wiped her hands on a dishtowel and then put her hands on her hips.

"Now let me see. It wasn't the tall, foxy one."

"Chris, right, okay then."

"... and it wasn't the one with the ridiculous hair."

"That's Tom," Dominic interrupted.

"Yes, Tom!" Maddy furrowed her brow at Dominic. "Can't you convince him to cut his hair? He looks like a Q-Tip or something, he'd look so much better-"

"Maddy? What did he look like?"

"Nice young man, very well dressed! I think his name was," she snapped her fingers and smiled, "Matthew, that was his name!"

Dominic's hand flew to his mouth, covering the massive grin that was now gracing it. He composed himself quickly, though, and nodded. "Ah, yes, I know who that is, thank you Maddy, so much!"

"You're welcome, love. I mean it though, tell that Tom his hair is ridiculous."

But Dominic didn't hear her; he was too busy floating back to his booth.

(Later that night)

"That's. Fucking. Amazing," Tom gasped, staring at the image in his hand. "What'd you say it's called again?"

"It's one of those new Polaroid cameras," Dominic replied proudly, staring at the fruits of his afternoon shopping trip in town. "Wicked, isn't it?"

"It's like living in the future, man," Tom whispered dramatically. "Wait, what's this a picture of exactly?" He frowned, tilting his head and squinting his eyes. The blond rolled his eyes and snatched the photo away from Tom, only to lean in close himself to take a better look.

"I think it's my thigh," he finally answered. "But the point is, it works!"

"Let me borrow it for my date tonight."

"As if, I wanna try this baby out myself some more."

"Is that a Polaroid!?"

Matthew had entered the break room so quietly that neither of them had even realized he was standing behind them. Dominic's heart rate increased when the brunet smiled at him, so much that the DJ smoothed down the front of his shirt, as if Matthew would be able to see evidence of his effect on Dominic. The thundering in his chest increased when the talk show host whispered a soft hello to the blond.

"Hi," he mouthed in response, Tom chatting on in the background to Matthew about how the camera was the most interesting thing he'd ever seen in his life. The rocker was oblivious to what was transpiring right in front of him. He snapped his fingers and jumped in excitement

"Hey, I got it! You two stand there, let me try it out, can I, Dom?"

"No, Tom, don-"

"A picture! Oh, yes, let's do that!" Matthew exclaimed with a goofy grin that melted Dominic's heart.

"Um, okay," the blond smiled, moving to stand next to Matthew. He yelped in surprise when Matthew slid his arm around Dominic's midsection: he held his breath. He could feel the brunet's fingertips against his waist and he was surprised at just how much he loved it. The DJ didn't know what to do with his own hands, though, and he giggled in confusion and nervousness before Matthew made the decision for him.

"Just grab on, yeah?" the talk show host whispered, looping the blond's arm around his own waist in kind. Dominic bit his lip and nodded happily.

"Say 'Shaft'!" Tom instructed.

"Shaft!" they shouted simultaneously, the flash bulb illuminating the room. Dominic made to walk away but at that moment Matthew increased the grip he had on the blond's waist. He turned to Matthew, staring into inquisitive blue pools.

"Don't move yet! I want a copy too? May I have one, please?"

"Oh!" Dominic answered happily, "yeah, sure you can! One more, Tom!"

The talk show host grinned and the two of them got back into position. This time Dominic boldly moved in closer to Matthew's body, so close that he was assaulted by the faint scent of the brunet's cologne.

"Okay, cats, this time say 'groovy'!"

"Groovy!"

They waited for Tom to shake the Polaroid picture and stared at the final product. When the images finally presented themselves the three of them burst out in giggles, Matthew's hand still on Dominic's waist.

"You two are such dorks," Tom grumbled as he left the room shaking his head. In both shots, the two of them were sporting beautiful smiles. They were also sporting two sets of closed eyes.

"Let's try again," Dominic suggested, wiping tears from his eyes.

Matthew was still doubled over in laughter, holding his stomach with one hand. "No, no! I love it, I want one of these!" He released Dominic and calmed some, staring into grey eyes as he continued, "please?"

"Sure, it's the least I can do, after all."

"What?"

"Thank you for the cake," Dominic blurted out.

"Oh!" Matthew replied, his face turning a deep shade of red. "You're welcome. You've been nothing but nice to me since I got here, and I just wanted to do something for you. It's not enough, really."

"Are you kidding? It was perfect, thank yo-"

Matthew interrupted him, however, with another smile. "Um, I should go, I-I need to make some notes before my next broadcast." His demeanor had shifted slightly and, unless Dominic was very confused, the brunet seemed a little nervous. "See you around, Dominic. You stay fabulous, yes?" He pointed one finger at the DJ and winked.

"Bye," Dominic whispered as he watched him scurry away. He gathered his camera and trudged into the hallway.

With his back turned, he never saw Matthew turn to look in his direction longingly for a moment before turning the corner. Dominic wandered into Christopher's office and sat down.

"Where's Matthew?" his boss asked, not bothering to look up from his paperwork.

"What?"

"Just wondering. You two seem to always be hanging out together."

"We do not!"

"You really like him, don't you?"

"What?" Dominic replied, forcing a laugh into his voice. "What? No! He's nice, and all, but-"

"Nice?"

"Yeah!"

"Nice."

"Very... nice!"

Christopher put his papers aside, removed his glasses, and raised one eyebrow in Dominic's direction. "Dom, I've seen you look at the guy like he were the finest piece of man ass you've ever seen. It's okay, I know you like him."

The DJ was blushing fiercely and found himself unable to meet his friend's gaze.

"What's the big deal? Did you think I would have an issue with it?"

Dominic coughed. "Do you?"

"Of course I don't. As long as it doesn't impede your ability to do your job, that is." Christopher sat back in his chair, crossing his legs. "Wait, are you sure that he even...?"

"Well, he's into guys, yeah. It's come up in conversation between us but I don't even know if he'd be interested in me like that," Dominic answered in a quiet voice, "so it's probably a moot point."

Christopher smiled. "You're an ace dude, Dom. He'd be a fool not to be interested." The station manager kept to himself the fact that Dominic seemed like a new and different person since Matthew had joined the station's ranks. There was an unmistakable jump in the DJ's step lately and that ever-present smile he possessed seemed to glow a little brighter when he was in Matthew's presence. Christopher was officially rooting for them; he wanted to see Dominic that happy all of the time.

"You know what you should do?"

Dominic, who was tracing patterns on the knee of his green cordurory trousers, looked up. "Hmm?"

"Bid on that date with him at the auction."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, do what now!? Let's back the soul train up a minute here!"

A slow grin spread across Christopher's face the more he thought about this sudden idea of his. "Yeah, why the hell not?"

"I... no, I couldn't," the DJ blushed, "I'm nowhere near that ballsy-"

Christopher stood, crossing his office and closing the door with the same mischevious smile on his face.

"Don't be silly. Ive got an idea..."

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From:

darthtofu.livejournal.com

As I said on Twitter, this is such a wonderful way to end a long day. :D I've missed these boys so much.

Dominic snorted; this was what made America a great country, he thought to himself: apple pie, baseball, and hot as hell twin brothers.
LOL!

"Yes, Tom!" Maddy furrowed her brow at Dominic. "Can't you convince him to cut his hair? He looks like a Q-Tip or something, he'd look so much better-"
Hhahaha aww <3

In both shots, the two of them were sporting beautiful smiles. They were also sporting two sets of closed eyes.
That sounds gorgeous, actually. :O

And oooh, I wonder what Chris has got cooking up his sleeves. :>

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