Son Of A Preacher Man (22a/?)

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Title: Son Of A Preacher Man (22a/?)
Author: millionstar
Pairing: Belldom, AU
Rating: This part, NC-17
Warnings: Language, Sudden Southern Drawls, Tight Blue Jeans. Also, fluff, copious amounts of fluffy fluff in this chapter.
Summary: AU Belldom, set in the Deep American South. Enough said, y'all.
Feedback: Is welcome & appreciated, if you're so inclined.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no $$ being made, and this is fiction. Title taken lovingly from the song of the same name.
Beta/Support: As always, eternal thanks to dolce_piccante & myz_bee & frisky_biscuit for their beta skills, eternal brilliance and constant encouragement. They're got-damned essential to this fic & wonderful chicks. Make no mistake.

Thanks also to shiner1 for, well, she knows. :)

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"Last night was fun."

"Damn right it was, blue eyes."

"I still can't get over," Matthew commented, with determination in his voice yet a smile in his heart, "y'teasin' me like that on the ferris wheel. I ain't lookin' t'forget that anytime soon. I'll getcha for that, Dom."

"What? I was hungry, that's all," the blond replied, with innocence in his voice and a wicked grin on his face, "yer the one who turned it into somethin'... dirty."

They were walking, hand in hand, deep into the woods on the Howard property, their camping gear on their backs. Matthew stopped suddenly, indignant.

"Y'practically deep-throated a corn dog, Dom!" His statement led the blond to double over in laughter, the sound of his cackles mingling with that of the crickets. "Y'gave me a hard-on while ridin' the got damn ferris wheel. It ain't funny!"

"I never said it was funny, Matty. I said it was fuckin' hilarious."

The brunet's lips twisted into a wry smile against his will. He shook his head. "And I had t'try and act all normal when Mama, Daddy, your Daddy and Kevin caught up with us. When Mama asked me why I was walkin' crooked I wanted t'die, just die!"

Dominic listened to Matthew go on and with each embarrassed word the brunet spoke, the blond's heart swelled and his laughter increased. "Was the best night I've had, well, ever."

"Daddy, take me on the ferris wheel, please?" Kevin asked, his cheeks stained with cotton candy residue.

Gabriel nodded, a smile on his face. "Sure thing, son! But I dare ya to rock the seat, y'hear me? Yer Mama used t'do that just t'scare me. Always worked, too."

"I'd never, Daddy! How was it, Dom? Was it high up? I bet it was purty at night, with all these lights!"

Dominic licked the wooden stick that held his now consumed corn dog. "Sure was, you'll love it!" He looked pointedly at Matthew and smiled angelically as he tossed the stick into a nearby trash can; the brunet narrowed his eyes, eliciting a giggle from Dominic. "Rock the seat, Kev, Daddy loves it, really. He's just kiddin' with ya."

"Dominic James," the preacher warned as he and Kevin got in line for the ride. "Y'ain't too old t'put over my knee, boy."

"Okay, okay! Hey, we're gonna go on, Daddy, I'll see ya later!"

They turned to each other, soft smiles on their faces. Falling into step next to each other, Matthew opened his mouth to speak but Jacob and Annie were walking toward them, Annie's voice ringing out over the crowd.

"Matthew," she called, "why're you walkin' bow-legged, boy?"

Dominic snorted when the brunet crossed his arms and sighed. "It's nothin', Mama. I think we're gonna head out. Y'all havin' a good time?"

"Y'know me, Matty," Jacob replied, taking a bite of the deep-fried Twinkie he'd just bought. "I'm just here for the food. We'd best be goin' soon, though. Need to pop in on Pearl before headin' home."

"Food! Oh, right!" Matthew dug into his wallet, handing his mother a twenty dollar bill. "Take that and get Mamaw Pearl somethin'. She'd mentioned that she'd like t'have a couple candy apples!"

"And cotton candy. And popcorn. And a funnel cake," Annie laughed. "She don't rightly need twenty dollars worth of fattening fair food, though, does she?"

"She's worth it," her son answered with a shrug, "I like makin' her smile."

"Such a good babyboy y'are, Matty," Annie said, pulling him close for a hug. Over her son's shoulder she could see Jacob and Dominic smiling in conversation and it warmed her heart so much that she released her son and took Dominic into her arms. The blond was shocked at first but he warmed to her quickly and hugged her as tightly as he could, picking her up off the ground for a moment before setting her back down..

"What was that fer?" he asked happily.

"'Cos yer one of us. And, fer makin' him," she pointed at Matthew as she and Jacob walked away, "so damn happy. See y'all tomorrow."

"Well," Matthew said softly, increasing the pressure on Dominic's hand, "tonight's gonna be somethin' else too, I reckon."

The blond brought Matthew's knuckles to his lips, pecking them rapidly. "It sure will be. We're almost there!"

Kevin and Gabriel had found the small, perfect pond, complete with small dock, on the third day they'd been in town and it had instantly become one of Dominic's favorite places to come and relax. Kevin and Gabriel weren't swimmers, which meant they rarely ventured this far into the woods. For this reason, Dominic had deduced that this would be the perfect spot for he and Matthew to go camping.

Matthew didn't know, though, that Dominic had been there earlier that afternoon to make preparations for this all-important night.

"Shine yer light this way, yeah? Fallin' over my feet, Dom."

"Not much farther," the blond replied happily, shining the heavy beam down at Matthew's feet. He held tight to the brunet's hand and guided Matthew to step over an old log and that was when Matthew spotted it and gripped Dominic's hand tighter than he had yet that night.

"What's that? Is that a tent? It is!"

Dominic giggled at Matthew's enthusiasm; they finally arrived at the clearing at the edge of the pond and the brunet's mouth fell open even further.

"Y'got a swimmin' hole too? Holy shit!" Simultaneously they dropped their backpacks and pulled each other close. Matthew's hands slid into Dominic's back pockets, cupping the blond's denim-clad backside. "What else did y'do?"

The blond's eyes lit up; he nodded at the big blue tent to his right. "I just... well, take a look," he said shyly, suddenly nervous under such scrutiny. Matthew's eyes widened in excitement and he darted over to the tent, carefully unzipping the door and letting the strong nylon fold fall back. He gaped at what he saw before him.

Matthew couldn't help but wonder if Dominic had gathered every blanket in the Howard household and put it in their makeshift love nest. They were piled nearly a foot off the ground to create the closest thing to a bed anyone could have out here in the woods. At least six pillows (two of them plaid, one blue, and three white) were fluffed and set neatly at the at the top of the blanketbed.

It all looked, to Matthew, so damn cozy that it defied comprehending. His brain couldn't wrap around all of it; all he knew was that he was happier than he'd been in his whole life He'd waited for this for so long; to finally have it at his fingertips gave Matthew a fulfillment beyond that of a physical one. Someone wanted him.

Dominic wanted him.

"Well," a pair of lips nipped at his earlobe while strong arms wound around his waist to snap him out of his reverie. "Y'like it?" The brunet turned in Dominic's arms, the biggest of grins on his face.

"I love it," he answered happily, the two of them sharing a kiss. Just when Matthew started to deepen their kiss, Dominic took a step backwards and unbuckled his belt, the brunet's eyes widening as he carelessly threw it to the ground.

"Whatcha doin'?"

Dominic didn't answer; he merely continued to walk backwards toward the pond. He smiled mischeviously as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Matthew sighed when the thin white fabric slid down the blond's shoulders and fluttered in the night air as it pooled to the ground.

"Come a-swimmin' with me, Matty."

Matthew tried to answer Dominic but all he could do was stare as the blond continued to tease him. Now he was unbuttoning his jeans, the brunet's gaze fixed on Dominic's stomach, in particular his navel. "Wha...?"

"Y'can't go skinny dippin' with yer clothes on," Dominic purred, his zipper now open. Much to Matthew's shock, the blond stopped his ministrations, the hair between his legs peeking out beautifully from the parted folds of blue denim.

"Skinny dippin'? At night?"

Dominic giggled. In one fluid motion he pushed his jeans down his thighs so he could kick them aside, and Matthew gave thanks for the fact that there was nothing under those jeans but the blond's birthday suit; it seemed the blond was allergic to underwear of any kind. The moonlight was strong that night, and shone against Dominic's skin, giving it the appearance of sheer gold. His cock was hanging heavy between his legs; well, it was at first, but before Matthew's eyes it began to harden.

Matthew bit his lip.

"C'mon," Dominic chided, "get out o'yer clothes and get in here." With a toothy grin, he turned and jumped into the pond so quickly that the brunet only got a nanosecond to stare at Dominic's bare backside. That wasn't nearly enough for Matthew so he tore out of his clothes in record time, throwing them carelessly to the ground.

Matthew's jump into the pond wasn't as smooth or as elegant as Dominic's but neither of them minded. All that mattered was that the water was the perfect temperature for a night swim. Dominic was in a playful mood and the instant Matthew surfaced, the blond dunked him under the water again, the moonlit water sparkling around them.

The brunet sputtered as he surfaced the second time, coughing through his laughter. He shook his hair, water flying in every direction, opening his eyes to locate Dominic so he could exact his revenge. The horny blond was right in front of him, but his playful expression was gone; in its place was a visage full of appreciation. His scrutiny made Matthew flush.

"What is it?" the brunet laughed breathlessly, hoping his nervousness wasn't evident. He spiked his hair with his fingertips.

Dominic shook his head. "Y'just... yer so gorgeous." He swam closer, pulling Matthew close. "And all mine. I mean..." he looked away, wiping the stray water from his eyes. "Is that okay? Can I call ya mine?"

Matthew shivered beneath his touch, his arms circling Dominic's neck. He nodded. "Y'damn well better."

The blond turned in Matthew's arms, the brunet pressing a kiss to the back of his head. "All mine?"

"Every inch."

"Oh, blue eyes," Dominic groaned, leaning back into Matthew's arms, "warn a guy before y'start talkin' dirty like that."

He could feel the brunet's nipples digging into his back, and it only served to make Dominic that much harder. A throaty groan left his lips when Matthew slid one of his hands between Dominic's legs to cradle his balls, his fingertips moving maddeningly slowly. His head fell back suddenly onto Matthew's shoulder, the brunet's hand working to tease and weigh the sack of skin in his hand.

"I love these," Matthew whispered, biting Dominic's earlobe. The blond cried out, delirious, as Matthew continued to tease him. This was his Matthew, admittedly innocent in many ways, yet still possessing the ability to turn him on like mad. Honestly, that was what made his Blue Eyes the complete package, the fact that he was conposed of a devastating combination of sweetness and sin. Dominic's eyes fluttered into the back of his head as the they treaded water, the two of them bobbing lazily.

"Such a big boy," the brunet growled, squeezing them again.

The water swirled around their bodies, Dominic craning his head for a sloppy kiss. "Ohhh," he whispered. "Matty..."

They maintained their position, Matthew's hands still exploring Dominic's body below the waist. One of his hands cradled the blond's inner thigh, applying just enough pressure to it so he could spread the blond's legs open even further. His other hand abandoned Dominic's balls to swirl around in the warm water around Dominic's cock, teasing the trembling blond's erection with gentle currents.

"Hmmm?"

"Yours," Dominic continued with a shiver, "yer mine, and I'm yours. I want ya so much."

The blond's words lit a fire in Matthew; he finally closed his fist around Dominic's cock and gave it a couple slow tugs, Dominic's head slamming back against Matthew's shoulder. Dominic's eyes were wide as they took in the millions of stars in the sky; the way Matthew was touching him made him want to close his eyes in ecstacy but he didn't dare. "Matthew," he cried out suddenly, "stop. Please, I wanna touch ya."

Matthew released him, Dominic turning in the water to face the brunet. His eyes were a deep, glittering midnight blue and he allowed Dominic to take him in his arms but when the blond made to kiss him, Matthew put the tip of his index finger against Dominic's lips.

"What?"

"Not here."

"What's wrong?" Dominic asked, confused.

"Nothin's wrong," Matthew gasped, "but if ya wanna touch me, Dom, take me t'bed and touch me. Tired o'waitin'." He nodded at the tent and took Dominic's hand, intent on making his way back to shore.

"Nope. Matthew Bellamy, yer a wicked, sinful tease, y'know that?" He pulled a giggling Matthew to him, kissing him deeply, his arms sliding around the brunet's soft, wet back. Matthew melted in his arms and sighed as Dominic began to leave wet kisses on his neck. Wet heat melded into and against even wetter heat with each rough suck Dominic administered. "I ain't done playin' yet, so get yer fine ass back here." His hands slid down Matthew's body until they were cupping his cheeks. "This ass."

It was Matthew's turn to let his head fall back in bliss. He hooked his arms around Dominic's neck, gasping when their cocks made contact. They let the water carry them for a few minutes, content to hold each other and drift along with the slight current. The only sounds were that of the gentle water lapping against them and the gentle smacking of their lips when they kissed.

"It's like dancin'," Dominic whispered against Matthew's ear. "Like slow dancin'."

"I wouldn't knowm" the brunet admitted softly, "I ain't never been slow dancin' before."

"What? Y'aint?"

Matthew shook his head shyly, pecking Dominic on the cheek before resting his head on the blond's shoulder. He slid his hands across Dominic's lower back. "Not till now, I mean."

"So I'm the first one y'ever danced with? Water dancin', I mean," Dominic clarified, pressing a peck to Matthew's hair. His mind flashed back to that night of their first date at The Busted Barn and the slow, soulful music that had been performed in front of them. While it was true they'd moved their bodies in time with the beat that night, they hadn't been in each other's arms properly; Dominic had ached for it that night and he was aching for it on this night.

"I ain't never been proper dancin' before. Ever." He pulled back to study Dominic's face. "Will y'take me sometime?"

"I'll take ya now," the blond replied, abandoning his plan to play with Matthew in the water a while longer for a new one. "C'mon." He swam for shore, pulling Matthew along with him, the two of them stopping for kisses every few feet until they felt earth beneath their toes. Dominic sprinted to the tent, ordering Matthew to stay outside, and came back in seconds with two large towels and something he placed carefully on the ground.

They toweled off, Dominic taking extra time with his hair, which gave Matthew time to find all of the clothes he'd thrown carelessly around earlier. After he'd folded them and tucked them inside the tent carefully he turned around, spotted the item Dominic had put on the ground and squinted.

"Yer iPod?"

The blond nodded, throwing his towel aside and reaching for said device. He carefully scrolled through his music library until he'd found the track he'd been looking for. Dominic's eyes lit up when said track was finally located; he pressed play and glanced in Matthew's direction, beckoning him to come closer.

"Dance with me?"

The brunet nodded, chewing on his lower lip as the opening chords of Free Bird began to drift into the night air. "Skynyrd. Classy."

Dominic winked. "Damn right."

He gestured awkwardly to Dominic with his arms. "Um, where do I put my hands?" he asked shyly. Dominic took them and placed them around his neck, placing his own warm hands on Matthew's waist.

"Right there. An' don't let go," he whispered.

They moved slowly, their eyes locked together. Occasionally Matthew would step close simply to press his cheek against Dominic's; every time he did, the blond increased the pressure of the grip he had on the brunet's waist. Then Matthew would come back for another look into those grey eyes and lose himself in them.

"Dom?"

"Hmm?"

"I like slow dancin'."

Dominic melted. "Well, I like slow dancin' with you. Like this. Naked, I mean," he replied, giving Matthew's bare ass a light smack.

"We'll have to try it with clothes on sometime. There's a couple things," he glanced down at their hardened cocks, "gettin' in the way."

"Clothes? There ain't no need fer crazy talk, now, Matty."

The brunet giggled and rested his head on Dominic's shoulder.

"I love that sound."

"What sound?"

"The way y'laugh. It just... I dunno, it makes me happy," Dominic commented, a light blush staining his cheeks. The brunet raised his head and stared at him, first letting his fingertips dance across the blond's cheek, then his lips.

"I like makin' ya happy. More than anythin'." Impulsively he pressed a light kiss to Dominic's still lightly bruised eye. The sheer sweetness of the act inspired Dominic to bring Matthew's lips to his own again, the two of them kissing with a sudden passion that overtook their desire to continue their dancing session; they stopped moving and deepened their kiss. They broke for air after a minute or so, Dominic leaning his forehead against Matthew's, the two of them panting.

"Let's go t'bed, Matty. Please?"

The brunet nodded into another wet kiss, jumping into the blond's arms, mumbling for Dominic to hurry as the blond carried them to the tent. Matthew jumped out of his arms when they reached the tent and darted inside, Dominic amused at the brunet's eagerness and astonished at how his own body was trembling in anticipation. When they were safely inside, Dominic switched on the small, battery-powered lantern he'd brought along. It provided just enough light for them to be able to see each other in shadows; it created a beautiful effect.

Matthew crawled to the pillow pile and dove onto it, his pale skin shining atop the dark blue comforter that was on top of the blanketbed. He turned onto his back and stretched, Dominic gulping and groaning as his eyes swept down Matthew's body. From the still-spiked shock of hair on his head, to the soft tufts of hair that dusted his armpits, to the dark, thick thatch between his legs, his slender frame was a study in contrast. Matthew remained still, his arms still above his head, and looked a gaping Dominic in the eye.

"C'mon, then," he smiled.

... to be continued.