Necessary Roughness (1/2)
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million_starTitle: Necessary Roughness (1/2)
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Pairing: Belldom, AU
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut, language, & spontaneously perky cartwheels.
Summary: Taken from this prompt at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
mkmeme: Dom's just been picked to replace his uni's star quarterback after an injury, so the pressure to succeed has become all the more daunting. Going to the gym to work off steam, he runs into Matthew (doing what at the gym, idk, it's up to you), and sparks fly. Dom is later pleasantly surprised and/or repulsed to find that Matthew's actually the captain of the uni's cheerleading squad, and kinda a stud in his own way.
Feedback: Is always appreciated, but please, either way just enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no profit is being made and this is fiction.
Beta/Support: As always, the flawless and wonderfuldolce_piccante & waltzingstar! <3
Author's Note: I had to. I. Just. Had. To. It's been posted to the meme but I'll say again that I hope this fills the OP's prompt to their liking! :)
The blond in the shower stall groaned as a sure pair of hands slid wetly across his chest. He arched back into their touch, a set of stiff nipples poking against his back deliciously.
Meet Dominic Howard.
College student.
History major.
Avid reader.
Occasional drinker.
Okay, strike that last one, or at least, re-adjust it to... recreational drinker.
He also happened to be the current quarterback for his college football team. He'd been content to remain a backup but when the Christopher Wolstenholme, star QB for the Hornets, went down with a broken leg last week he had been summoned to fill his spot.
This is why Dominic had been in the gym so late; he'd been working out in an attempt to make certain he was at his best for tomorrow's game. If he was very honest with himself he was also pretty nervous and keyed up at the prospect of taking on this responsiblity and as a result was having trouble sleeping.
He had been in the zone workout-wise and it took him a while to realize that he wasn't the only person in the weight room. Another young man was currently running on the treadmill next to him. Dominic made eye contact and nodded with a friendly smile, which only widnened as he took in the gorgeous man next to him.
His mysterious workout companion had turned to him and smiled in kind and neither one of them knew precisely who stopped running first; all they knew was that they had.
They had also calmly turned off their respective machines, gathered their belongings, and left the weight room, the stranger switching the light off behind them.
Dominic somehow knew what was coming, so when the blue-eyed man pressed him into the wall and kissed him wetly he simply gave over to him, their hands all over each other, desperate to touch as much skin as possible.
They'd inched down the small corridor, kissing the entire way, the two of them automatically gravitating toward the showers as though they both had their internal GPS systems coordinated to find a destination suitable for sex. Once there, they both undressed and showered quickly, soaping themselves up as though it wouldn't do for them to face each other more intimately until they were suitably clean.
They were kissing again in a matter of minutes beneath the spray, their arms around each other, lips biting and licking necks and collarbones. Dominic turned to face the water again and the other man wrapped himself around the blond from behind.
"Thank fuck everyone on campus is at the bonfire," the dark haired man breathed into his ear, Dominic panting as he could feel the other man's arousal pressing against his lower back. "because," he continued, biting Dominic's shoulder as the water sprayed over their bodies, "I'm gonna to my best to make you scream."
Dominic smirked and made to turn around but he couldn't, for the other man's hands did two things at once; one reached around and squeezed the blond's soapy, swollen cock and the other ghosted over his entrance, Dominic parting his legs in response. He groaned, as he gave himself over to the brunet (that he'd only known for a few moments) completely.
"That's it. Spread those pretty thighs."
And Dominic did.
The blond couldn't breathe, couldn't speak, couldn't focus on anything other than the slim length that was pushing its way into his body. Dominic was being breached entirely too slowly for his own liking; he wanted to be filled and he wanted to be filled harshly, completely. When a second finger was added he shook, his forehead falling forward onto the wet tile.
He moaned. Loudly.
The hand on his dick squeezed and teased him mercilessly as the fingers that were working their way into his body twisted and caressed him. Dominic cried out, his head suddenly flying back to rest on the other man's shoulder, the blond turning his head to bite his mystery lover on the bicep. This elicited a cry from the brunet, his hand working even faster, sliding across Dominic's erection harshly.
With every motion of his hand the brunet fucked Dominic with his fingers; he kept his motions in rhythm as though he were a master harbinger of pleasure. As though he were put on this earth for no other reason than to provide his fellow mankind with endless, mind-blowing orgasms. Just when Dominic thought he could take no more, the mystery man would slow down his efforts and grasp the base of his dick roughly. He seemed determined to draw out the blond's pleasure as much as he could and this continued for what seemed like a veritable eternity to Dominic.
It was torture of a very deliberate sort.
Until the brunet let his fingers slide from Dominic's body and the blond whined aloud.
That particular action amped up the torture level in the blond's mind.
Dominic needn't have worried though, for the other man had dropped to his knees and before the blond's mind could register what was happening, a long, soft tongue replaced the fingers from moments before and this, this is what led Dominic to scream aloud. His hand covered the brunet's on his dick and he tugged and pulled roughly, his hips undulating rapidly as he was tasted over and over in the most intimate way possible.
When he came, the pleasure was so intense and unyielding that he actually feared he'd black out. He shot all over the shower tile, grunting and cursing and groaning the whole time while mentally making a note to send this man a muffin basket to thank him for the perfect rimming.
Dominic was boneless. Completely and utterly spent, and yet as he slumped face-first into the shower wall he could feel the other man's hands on his back, caressing him softly as his lips kissed the blond's shoulder. He waited, breathless, wondering if the mystery man planned to do something about the impressive erection that was currently poking Dominic's lower back.
Dominic hoped so. He really, really hoped so.
And he wasn't disappointed; while the man didn't make any move to enter Dominic he did press his dick snugly between the quarterback's cheeks, using both hands to press said cheeks together to create a vice around his arousal.
With a groan, Dominic backed against him, urging him on. When he felt the other man begin to undulate his hips he gasped, not used to the sensation of such a large dick sliding between his skin in such a manner. The sounds filling the air were filthy, from the squelching sound of skin trapping skin to the grunts in Dominic's ear and despite it all Dominic found himself getting hard again.
Mimicking his action from earlier, he let his head fall back onto the brunet's shoulder, his left hand reaching between his legs to stroke himself to full length with a heady groan.
"You're a hot piece," the man whispered shakingly against Dominic's earlobe, "with a fucking gorgeous dick."
Dominic reached behind his legs and cupped the other man's balls, palming their heavy weight in his hand, relishing the way the soap made them slide against his fingertips. He squeezed them and was rewarded with a sharp moan from his mystery lover in addition to a fevered plea in the form of a whisper.
"Do it again."
The filthiness of the request prompted Dominic to speak for the first time since they'd entered the showers. "You're a hot piece," he purred, his left hand moving even faster across his own arousal, "with a fantastic sack."
The man barked a laugh against Dominic's skin, biting his shoulder for good measure as his hips pistoned faster.
"What can I say? I love my balls."
Dominic laughed at that himself but secretly he reckoned he had to agree as he fondled them again before abandoning them completely to give his own some attention, letting the other man keep hold of his body as he rutted against him so filthily.
"Hnnnng, fuck. Yes," the brunet grunted, "yesyesyes." He pushed Dominic's backside together as forcefully as he could and fucked the tight, slippery channel he'd created for himself, every movement of his hips lifting Dominic's body a little. The brunet's hips moved so quickly now that his motions became erratic and he cried out at the pleasure he was feeling.
"Come on," Dominic groaned, his second orgasm overtaking him as the brunet shot his load all over Dominic's lower back. He pumped his body against Dominic's forcefully, the blond grinning all the while with his eyes closed as they both rode out their climaxes. They both slumped to the floor, Dominic dimly aware that the brunet held on to him tightly so he wouldn't fall. They separated and tried to recover as the water continued to pound over them, Dominic allowing his eyes to fall closed for a couple minutes.
When Dominic opened his eyes the mystery man was gone. However, he did have a smile on his face as he slowly dried off and got dressed, and if he went to sleep and dreamed of the events that had just transpired in the showers, well, that was just an added bonus of an amazing fuck.
* * * * *
"Howard, have you even looked at the fucking playbook?!" Coach Emerson screamed. "This team is going to hell faster than a whore in a church thanks to you! Get your head in the game and get it in there now!"
Dominic nodded, sweating as he took off his helmet on the sideline. His first game as starting quarterback wasn't going as he'd fantasized it might but he knew he just needed to focus and squash the nervousness he was experiencing. He could do this.
Then he did what proved to be the worst thing he could possibly have done. He glanced over at a flurry of movement to his left and his helmet fell from his fingers abruptly.
Dominic's mouth dropped open and his lower lip surely scraped the ground of the stadium as he took in the scene on the field. The cheerleaders were in formation, doing their routine, flips and cartwheels and splits galore being exhibited.
And in front of them with a megaphone in his hand and a wide and perky smile on his face, was the young man from last night.
The young man who had talked so filthily to Dominic as he'd fingered him mercilessly last night in the showers.
The young man who had haunted his dreams as the blond tried to sleep last night.
The very same young man was a cheerleader; and judging by the way he was working the crowd into a frenzy, he was a damned good one.
Still in something of a daze, Dominic poked his teammate Reed's arm and pointed to the young man who was throwing his hands up in the air then turning cartwheels down the sideline. "Who is that?"
"Who? Oh, the pussy in the track pants?" Reed smirked. "Matthew Bellamy. I have a couple of classes with him. He's actually captain of the cheerleading team this year, can you believe that shit?"
"Oh, okay."
Dominic frowned as he turned his attention back to his playbook.
Two quarters later he felt tired, angry and beaten black and blue. They'd lost the game and to make matters even worse, most of his teammates were shooting him angry glances. Dominic felt like he deserved it, though, what with him throwing two interceptions in the final six minutes of the game.
It was with a heavy heart that Dominic walked into the tunnel leading to the locker rooms. He was feeling pretty dejected by his performance but he was also oddly disconcerted that the brand new guy of his dreams was a male cheerleader. He'd heard his fellow teammates mocking Matthew and the other two male members of the squad during the second half of the game and was a little irritated with himself for not standing up to them and their sexist bullshit.
But, at the same time, he desperately wanted his teammates to come around and accept him, so he was in a conundrum of his own making. How would they react to the news that their new quarterback was gay and having sexy fun times with the cheerleading captain?
He was still trying to sort out the mess in his head when he rounded the corner and standing there talking with another student was Matthew. The blond tried to pass him by without speaking but the brunet spotted him before he could.
"Hey," he smiled, "rough game, but you'll bounce back next week. I just know it!"
Dominic just stared at him, not smiling, just staring. The other student Matthew had been talking to excused himself and they found themselves alone. Matthew started to grab his shoulder but Dominic snatched it out of his reach, glancing around to see if anyone had spotted them. Reed's words were still swirling around in his mind.
Pussy.
"Oh," Matthew said quietly.
"Why didn't you tell me you were a cheerleader?"
"Why did you say it just now like it was a dirty word?"
"I did not."
"Yeah. You did."
Dominic stared at the floor, his shoulders feeling suddenly very heavy. "Why didn't you tell me your name?" he snapped.
"Why didn't you tell me yours?"
"I don't know."
"You're ashamed to be seen with me, aren't you?"
"I never said that."
Matthew spoke again. "You don't have to."
When the blond didn't reply immediately, Matthew ran a hand through his ebony hair and shook his head. "Right. Look, Dom, I've heard all of the jokes. I've been called a lot of names and I don't have any time for any of it. Cheering is something I am fucking amazing at; I didn't get a scholarship based on my cocksucking skills, you know? Last night was a blast, but if you have a problem with the fact that a male cheerleader gave you an amazing orgasm, then you've got issues."
"No, wait, Mat-"
"See you around, Dom."
Author:
millionstarPairing: Belldom, AU
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut, language, & spontaneously perky cartwheels.
Summary: Taken from this prompt at
mkmeme: Dom's just been picked to replace his uni's star quarterback after an injury, so the pressure to succeed has become all the more daunting. Going to the gym to work off steam, he runs into Matthew (doing what at the gym, idk, it's up to you), and sparks fly. Dom is later pleasantly surprised and/or repulsed to find that Matthew's actually the captain of the uni's cheerleading squad, and kinda a stud in his own way.Feedback: Is always appreciated, but please, either way just enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no profit is being made and this is fiction.
Beta/Support: As always, the flawless and wonderful
dolce_piccante & waltzingstar! <3 Author's Note: I had to. I. Just. Had. To. It's been posted to the meme but I'll say again that I hope this fills the OP's prompt to their liking! :)
The blond in the shower stall groaned as a sure pair of hands slid wetly across his chest. He arched back into their touch, a set of stiff nipples poking against his back deliciously.
Meet Dominic Howard.
College student.
History major.
Avid reader.
Occasional drinker.
Okay, strike that last one, or at least, re-adjust it to... recreational drinker.
He also happened to be the current quarterback for his college football team. He'd been content to remain a backup but when the Christopher Wolstenholme, star QB for the Hornets, went down with a broken leg last week he had been summoned to fill his spot.
This is why Dominic had been in the gym so late; he'd been working out in an attempt to make certain he was at his best for tomorrow's game. If he was very honest with himself he was also pretty nervous and keyed up at the prospect of taking on this responsiblity and as a result was having trouble sleeping.
He had been in the zone workout-wise and it took him a while to realize that he wasn't the only person in the weight room. Another young man was currently running on the treadmill next to him. Dominic made eye contact and nodded with a friendly smile, which only widnened as he took in the gorgeous man next to him.
His mysterious workout companion had turned to him and smiled in kind and neither one of them knew precisely who stopped running first; all they knew was that they had.
They had also calmly turned off their respective machines, gathered their belongings, and left the weight room, the stranger switching the light off behind them.
Dominic somehow knew what was coming, so when the blue-eyed man pressed him into the wall and kissed him wetly he simply gave over to him, their hands all over each other, desperate to touch as much skin as possible.
They'd inched down the small corridor, kissing the entire way, the two of them automatically gravitating toward the showers as though they both had their internal GPS systems coordinated to find a destination suitable for sex. Once there, they both undressed and showered quickly, soaping themselves up as though it wouldn't do for them to face each other more intimately until they were suitably clean.
They were kissing again in a matter of minutes beneath the spray, their arms around each other, lips biting and licking necks and collarbones. Dominic turned to face the water again and the other man wrapped himself around the blond from behind.
"Thank fuck everyone on campus is at the bonfire," the dark haired man breathed into his ear, Dominic panting as he could feel the other man's arousal pressing against his lower back. "because," he continued, biting Dominic's shoulder as the water sprayed over their bodies, "I'm gonna to my best to make you scream."
Dominic smirked and made to turn around but he couldn't, for the other man's hands did two things at once; one reached around and squeezed the blond's soapy, swollen cock and the other ghosted over his entrance, Dominic parting his legs in response. He groaned, as he gave himself over to the brunet (that he'd only known for a few moments) completely.
"That's it. Spread those pretty thighs."
And Dominic did.
The blond couldn't breathe, couldn't speak, couldn't focus on anything other than the slim length that was pushing its way into his body. Dominic was being breached entirely too slowly for his own liking; he wanted to be filled and he wanted to be filled harshly, completely. When a second finger was added he shook, his forehead falling forward onto the wet tile.
He moaned. Loudly.
The hand on his dick squeezed and teased him mercilessly as the fingers that were working their way into his body twisted and caressed him. Dominic cried out, his head suddenly flying back to rest on the other man's shoulder, the blond turning his head to bite his mystery lover on the bicep. This elicited a cry from the brunet, his hand working even faster, sliding across Dominic's erection harshly.
With every motion of his hand the brunet fucked Dominic with his fingers; he kept his motions in rhythm as though he were a master harbinger of pleasure. As though he were put on this earth for no other reason than to provide his fellow mankind with endless, mind-blowing orgasms. Just when Dominic thought he could take no more, the mystery man would slow down his efforts and grasp the base of his dick roughly. He seemed determined to draw out the blond's pleasure as much as he could and this continued for what seemed like a veritable eternity to Dominic.
It was torture of a very deliberate sort.
Until the brunet let his fingers slide from Dominic's body and the blond whined aloud.
That particular action amped up the torture level in the blond's mind.
Dominic needn't have worried though, for the other man had dropped to his knees and before the blond's mind could register what was happening, a long, soft tongue replaced the fingers from moments before and this, this is what led Dominic to scream aloud. His hand covered the brunet's on his dick and he tugged and pulled roughly, his hips undulating rapidly as he was tasted over and over in the most intimate way possible.
When he came, the pleasure was so intense and unyielding that he actually feared he'd black out. He shot all over the shower tile, grunting and cursing and groaning the whole time while mentally making a note to send this man a muffin basket to thank him for the perfect rimming.
Dominic was boneless. Completely and utterly spent, and yet as he slumped face-first into the shower wall he could feel the other man's hands on his back, caressing him softly as his lips kissed the blond's shoulder. He waited, breathless, wondering if the mystery man planned to do something about the impressive erection that was currently poking Dominic's lower back.
Dominic hoped so. He really, really hoped so.
And he wasn't disappointed; while the man didn't make any move to enter Dominic he did press his dick snugly between the quarterback's cheeks, using both hands to press said cheeks together to create a vice around his arousal.
With a groan, Dominic backed against him, urging him on. When he felt the other man begin to undulate his hips he gasped, not used to the sensation of such a large dick sliding between his skin in such a manner. The sounds filling the air were filthy, from the squelching sound of skin trapping skin to the grunts in Dominic's ear and despite it all Dominic found himself getting hard again.
Mimicking his action from earlier, he let his head fall back onto the brunet's shoulder, his left hand reaching between his legs to stroke himself to full length with a heady groan.
"You're a hot piece," the man whispered shakingly against Dominic's earlobe, "with a fucking gorgeous dick."
Dominic reached behind his legs and cupped the other man's balls, palming their heavy weight in his hand, relishing the way the soap made them slide against his fingertips. He squeezed them and was rewarded with a sharp moan from his mystery lover in addition to a fevered plea in the form of a whisper.
"Do it again."
The filthiness of the request prompted Dominic to speak for the first time since they'd entered the showers. "You're a hot piece," he purred, his left hand moving even faster across his own arousal, "with a fantastic sack."
The man barked a laugh against Dominic's skin, biting his shoulder for good measure as his hips pistoned faster.
"What can I say? I love my balls."
Dominic laughed at that himself but secretly he reckoned he had to agree as he fondled them again before abandoning them completely to give his own some attention, letting the other man keep hold of his body as he rutted against him so filthily.
"Hnnnng, fuck. Yes," the brunet grunted, "yesyesyes." He pushed Dominic's backside together as forcefully as he could and fucked the tight, slippery channel he'd created for himself, every movement of his hips lifting Dominic's body a little. The brunet's hips moved so quickly now that his motions became erratic and he cried out at the pleasure he was feeling.
"Come on," Dominic groaned, his second orgasm overtaking him as the brunet shot his load all over Dominic's lower back. He pumped his body against Dominic's forcefully, the blond grinning all the while with his eyes closed as they both rode out their climaxes. They both slumped to the floor, Dominic dimly aware that the brunet held on to him tightly so he wouldn't fall. They separated and tried to recover as the water continued to pound over them, Dominic allowing his eyes to fall closed for a couple minutes.
When Dominic opened his eyes the mystery man was gone. However, he did have a smile on his face as he slowly dried off and got dressed, and if he went to sleep and dreamed of the events that had just transpired in the showers, well, that was just an added bonus of an amazing fuck.
"Howard, have you even looked at the fucking playbook?!" Coach Emerson screamed. "This team is going to hell faster than a whore in a church thanks to you! Get your head in the game and get it in there now!"
Dominic nodded, sweating as he took off his helmet on the sideline. His first game as starting quarterback wasn't going as he'd fantasized it might but he knew he just needed to focus and squash the nervousness he was experiencing. He could do this.
Then he did what proved to be the worst thing he could possibly have done. He glanced over at a flurry of movement to his left and his helmet fell from his fingers abruptly.
Dominic's mouth dropped open and his lower lip surely scraped the ground of the stadium as he took in the scene on the field. The cheerleaders were in formation, doing their routine, flips and cartwheels and splits galore being exhibited.
And in front of them with a megaphone in his hand and a wide and perky smile on his face, was the young man from last night.
The young man who had talked so filthily to Dominic as he'd fingered him mercilessly last night in the showers.
The young man who had haunted his dreams as the blond tried to sleep last night.
The very same young man was a cheerleader; and judging by the way he was working the crowd into a frenzy, he was a damned good one.
Still in something of a daze, Dominic poked his teammate Reed's arm and pointed to the young man who was throwing his hands up in the air then turning cartwheels down the sideline. "Who is that?"
"Who? Oh, the pussy in the track pants?" Reed smirked. "Matthew Bellamy. I have a couple of classes with him. He's actually captain of the cheerleading team this year, can you believe that shit?"
"Oh, okay."
Dominic frowned as he turned his attention back to his playbook.
Two quarters later he felt tired, angry and beaten black and blue. They'd lost the game and to make matters even worse, most of his teammates were shooting him angry glances. Dominic felt like he deserved it, though, what with him throwing two interceptions in the final six minutes of the game.
It was with a heavy heart that Dominic walked into the tunnel leading to the locker rooms. He was feeling pretty dejected by his performance but he was also oddly disconcerted that the brand new guy of his dreams was a male cheerleader. He'd heard his fellow teammates mocking Matthew and the other two male members of the squad during the second half of the game and was a little irritated with himself for not standing up to them and their sexist bullshit.
But, at the same time, he desperately wanted his teammates to come around and accept him, so he was in a conundrum of his own making. How would they react to the news that their new quarterback was gay and having sexy fun times with the cheerleading captain?
He was still trying to sort out the mess in his head when he rounded the corner and standing there talking with another student was Matthew. The blond tried to pass him by without speaking but the brunet spotted him before he could.
"Hey," he smiled, "rough game, but you'll bounce back next week. I just know it!"
Dominic just stared at him, not smiling, just staring. The other student Matthew had been talking to excused himself and they found themselves alone. Matthew started to grab his shoulder but Dominic snatched it out of his reach, glancing around to see if anyone had spotted them. Reed's words were still swirling around in his mind.
Pussy.
"Oh," Matthew said quietly.
"Why didn't you tell me you were a cheerleader?"
"Why did you say it just now like it was a dirty word?"
"I did not."
"Yeah. You did."
Dominic stared at the floor, his shoulders feeling suddenly very heavy. "Why didn't you tell me your name?" he snapped.
"Why didn't you tell me yours?"
"I don't know."
"You're ashamed to be seen with me, aren't you?"
"I never said that."
Matthew spoke again. "You don't have to."
When the blond didn't reply immediately, Matthew ran a hand through his ebony hair and shook his head. "Right. Look, Dom, I've heard all of the jokes. I've been called a lot of names and I don't have any time for any of it. Cheering is something I am fucking amazing at; I didn't get a scholarship based on my cocksucking skills, you know? Last night was a blast, but if you have a problem with the fact that a male cheerleader gave you an amazing orgasm, then you've got issues."
"No, wait, Mat-"
"See you around, Dom."
