Mister Kisser
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million_starTitle: Mister Kisser
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Pairing: Belldom
Rating/Setting: PG / AU
Prompt/Prompter: Matt works in a kissing booth on a Christmas fair and one man (Dominic) visits him quite a lot. -
courtesy of the lovelyeternally_cave.
A/N: This is my entry for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
snowpremacy 2013. 1. Lisa, I hope you enjoy where I went with this prompt - it was certainly a fun one to write. <3 2. Apologies to the comm for missing my proper posting date.
Monday Night
Dominic turns up his collar against the wind as he rounds the corner of Eighth street.
He wonders if perhaps this small Christmas fair can help lift him from the grasp of the depression he finds himself currently steeped in. He needed the job that brought him to this town badly, but when he found out he had to pack up and move away from his friends and family two weeks before Christmas, he was bitterly disappointed. Alone in a strange town at Christmas, he had absolutely no idea what to do with himself.
When he'd heard the others at the office talking about the local Christmas fair earlier that day, he was intrigued enough to investigate further. Among the assorted vendors, a very particular one jumps out at him in particular and he stops in his tracks.
A Kissing booth. An honest-to-fuck, actual, factual kissing booth.
Dominic had never seen one before, he thought they were a forgotten relic of days long gone. The very idea fascinates him and he finds himself wandering a bit closer to take a more intimate look.
He's surprised at what, or rather, who, he finds sitting behind the booth. For some reason he had assumed it would be a woman, but instead it's a young man. Dominic finds himself staring at him as he does his work, trading kisses for donations to the local children's hospital. Judging by the crowd, it would appear that he is earning quite a sizeable chunk of cash for the children tonight. Raven-haired, with a pale complexion and an infectuous laugh, he's exceedingly handsome, and Dominic finds his heart is beating a bit faster than it was a few moments ago.
Dominic wonders what his name is. Mister... whatever, this kisser man's name was certainly a mystery, at least for now. Mister Kisser. He giggles inwardly at the very thought. From his vantage point, concealed behind a heavily decorated tree, decked in the theme of sugarplums and candies, Dominic sips his white hot chocolate and takes in the scene that is unfolding before his eyes.
Mister Kisser leans forward, whispering to a young lady with short red hair. She laughs also and hands her cane, which she apparently needs to walk, to a friend and turns back to him. He holds her hand to help her steady herself and kisses her swiftly, his hand gently cupping her cheek.
It's so sweet that Dominic has to bite back a smile, but not before he finds himself wondering if Mister Kisser kisses only young ladies. He purchases a tiny tray of cookies from a group of little girls and makes his way home.
Tuesday Night
Dominic isn’t sure precisely what he’s doing.
Still, he’s doing it nonetheless.
It’s not exactly stalking… it’s more like surveillance. Dominic nods to himself, pleased with that little bit of justification. It’s been an hour and a half and he’s watched Mister Kisser quite closely. There aren’t that many patrons tonight at the fair and for the most part, Mister Kisser has been sitting, typing away on a laptop, pausing only when he has a patron.
Dominic is in the middle of a bag of candy floss when the crowd at the kissing booth grows, and a young man approaches the booth, holding the hand of another young man. His partner egging him on, he approaches Mister Kisser, who smiles widely as they exchange words, both of them
throwing their heads back in happy laughter. The customer drops his donation into the pot and leans forward on his tiptoes to reach the gifter of kisses.
It's the moment of truth, and as he presses a kiss to the gentleman's lips the crowd hoots and claps, Mister Kisser and the recipient of said kiss both whooping and raising their hands victoriously. It would appear that Mister Kisser is, indeed, an equal opportunity kisser when it comes to the sexes... at least for charity's sake. This realization prompts Dominic to wander up to the booth nervously.
"Hi," Mister Kisser nods, lips parting in a soft smile to reveal a hint of what can only be described as a renegade tooth.
Inexplicably, the sight of it makes Dominic's stomach do a series of little flips.
"Um, hi," he replies, scratching the back of his head, heat rising on his cheeks as he realizes that 1. he has absolutely no idea what the fuck to do now and 2. he's wondering how much money he has in his wallet because suddenly the thought of donating a bit of money to charity sounds like an even better idea than it already normally is. “I'm Dominic. So…how’s it going? Lips chapped yet?” Dominic winces at that last sentence.
“It’s going okay. The fair is on every night this week, so I need to be sure to apply chapstick regularly,” Mister Kisser laughs, “but it’s all in the name of charity, so I really can’t complain!”
“Right, right,” Dominic smiles nervously.
"Sooooo," Mister Kisser says, eyebrows raised in an unspoken question.
"I gotta piss," Dominic blurts out.
Mister Kisser nods slowly, eyes wide. "I see. Go for it."
As he quickly walks away he mentally berates himself for his choice of words. While indulging in the aforementioned piss, he wonders if he's lost any chance he might have to get to know Mister Kisser a bit better. While washing his hands, he wonders precisely when he decided that he wanted a chance with him.
Dominic doesn't come back to the booth right away. He chooses, instead, to spend the next hour garnering the nerve to approach Mister Kisser again. A couple of times he feels like perhaps Mister Kisser is glancing in his direction, but he can’t be sure because the whole situation is making him nervous and the fact that he’s chosen to deal with that anxiety by snacking on all of the Christmas sweets the fair has to offer hasn’t been the best of ideas. Deciding that sugar overload is clouding his better judgment, he leaves the fair and goes home to a box of Chinese takeout and a few lonely rounds of sudoku.
Wednesday Night
Dominic has come to two conclusions.
One: It’s clear that sugar intake has nothing to do with his interest in Mister Kisser.
Two: It’s time for him to grow a pair, be a man... and kiss a total stranger.
It’s with purpose and a new found sense of confidence that Dominic struts up to the kissing booth. He slams his hands down on the counter, clears his throat and asks, “Right. So. How much?”
The corners of Mister Kisser’s lips turn up ever so slightly. “Well, hello there. How’s the bladder?”
“Don’t toy with me, mate. How much?”
“Whatever you wish - the donation isn’t set, it’s simply whatever you choose to give. Although,” Mister Kisser glances around and leans closer to Dominic in a conspiratorial manner, “I like to think I’m worth a pretty hefty price, if you want the truth.”
It’s the closest he’s been yet to Mister Kisser and sweet Christ, Dominic can’t get over the clear blue in his eyes and the smell of his cologne, or shampoo, or something. It’s faint, and smells vaguely of coconut and it serves to drive Dominic a little more crazy.
“...can I tell you a secret?”
Dominic nods, eyes scanning Mister Kisser’s hair and wondering if it’s as soft to the touch as it looks to be.
Mister Kisser moves even closer, whispering, “I was hoping you’d come back.” Before Dominic can react, the mystery man has pressed their lips together softly, and much more sweetly, than Dominic was prepared for. It goes on forever and yet it doesn’t last long enough and Dominic nearly whines aloud at the loss of contact when Mister Kisser pulls back. Their eyes lock for a moment, both of them breathing heavily, until Mister Kisser breaks the spell by pulling out his wallet and tossing five pounds into the donation bucket. “That one’s on me, yeah? Next one can be on you… if you want, that is.”
Dominic nods, eyes wide, as Mister Kisser, blue eyes sparkling with mischief, gently pushes him aside to take his next customer.
Dominic smiles the whole way home.
Thursday Night
"Again?" Mister Kisser says under his breath, eyes dark.
"Again," Dominic nods, absently adding twenty pounds into the donation bucket for the fourth time in the last hour. When their lips meet this time, they're both smiling into their fifth kiss of the night.
"It's a bit... scandalous, don't you think?" Mister Kisser demurs. "You turning up every ten minutes like this, I mean."
"There's nobody else here but us. In fact, you are sorely lacking in customers tonight."
"I noticed that."
"I'm not complaining, though."
"Should I be worried? Do you think I'm losing my touch?"
Dominic's lips quirk into a smile. "Well, I don't know. Let's find out." Another twenty pounds is deposited into the donation bucket and Mister Kisser doles out a kiss that can only be described as their deepest yet. Their mouths part slightly, lips caressing each other softly. When they part this time, Dominic darts forward to peck Mister Kisser's cheek.
"You know, you taste like one of those peppermint brownies that the girls' choir is selling around the corner," Mister Kisser comments, eyes narrowing as he licks his lips.
"How's that working out for you?" Dominic shoots back, thoroughly enjoying the banter he and Mister Kisser have been sharing tonight. He wishes that he'd had the courage to approach him sooner.
"I love those brownies, so believe me, it's all good. In fact, I take my sweets very, very seriously."
"What about candy apples? Are you a fan?"
"There's only one way to find out."
Dominic grins as he heads to the candy apple stand, leaving Mister Kisser shaking his head, his cheeks flushed.
Friday Night
If there were any patrons interested in visiting the kissing booth during the final few hours of the charity Christmas fair, they were no doubt disappointed. For there, displayed neatly in the center of the counter on the booth reads a sign:
One block away, in the back seat of a little red car with fogged-up windows, Dominic pauses, mid-kiss, and reluctantly pushes his partner away for a moment.
"Tell me your name."
Mister Kisser looks up and into Dominic's eyes and bursts out laughing.
"What?"
"We've known each other for four days, have been kissing each other for three. Now, we're making out in the back seat of my car, and fuck me, I was wondering how long it was going to take you to ask me that."
"You distracted me. With the kissing. And the kissing and the, well, you know-"
"-the kissing, you mean?"
"Yes, that."
"My name is Matthew."
Dominic tries it out, enjoying the way it plays off his lips. "Matthew."
"Do you approve?" Matthew asks, climbing into Dominic's lap again, pressing soft kisses to Dominic's cheek, temple, and forehead. Dominic's hands are on Matthew's waist, his thumb caressing the bare skin beneath Matthew's sweater. Matthew doesn't wait for an answer, choosing instead to cover Dominic's lips with his own again, the two of them holding tight to each other as the kiss deepens in intensity.
Dominic nods. "I do," he whispers, linking their fingers together. In that moment, for the first time in his new hometown, hopes for happiness flicker to life inside of him.
Mister Kisser - or, Matthew, glances down at their joined hands and reckons, privately, that he won't be letting go anytime soon.
A Monday Morning
On a December 25th, Dominic opens his eyes to find a slightly bemused Matthew staring at him.
“You’re dreaming, or talking in your sleep, at least. You okay?”
Dominic nods. “Mhmmm.” He stretches, pulling Matthew closer to his body and it’s only as he’s falling asleep again that he hears Matthew pose a sleepy, barely-breathed question against his collarbone.
“Who is Mister Kisser?”
Dominic’s eyes fly open. He giggles. "You."
"Do what now?" Matthew is awake now, trailing kisses down Dominic's chest.
“It was my secret nickname for you. When I first saw you working that kissing booth, all those years ago, I was too shy to speak to you at first. So, that’s what I called you in my head.”
"Seriously?"
"Completely."
"Mister Kisser, eh?"
"Yep."
“Could have been worse, I suppose. You could have called me Mister Big Balls or something."
"You'd love that, wouldn't you?"
"Cheeky. I love that you were dreaming about something that happened over ten years ago, though.” Matthew looks up, smoothing the hair back from Dominic’s face.
“I dream about it a lot, usually around Christmas time. That week changed my life, of course I’d want to revisit it.”
"Eleven Christmases together, this is," Matthew muses, smiling against Dominic's bare nipple, "are we gonna indulge in our usual Christmas morning shenanigans?" Dominic stretches, his hands finding the warm expanse of Matthew's bare back, caressing gently. Eventually, he slips his hands into Matthew's boxers, pushing them down his legs, Matthew kicking them off hurriedly.
"Mister Big Balls," he breathes into Matthew's lips, "I guarantee it."
Author:
millionstarPairing: Belldom
Rating/Setting: PG / AU
Prompt/Prompter: Matt works in a kissing booth on a Christmas fair and one man (Dominic) visits him quite a lot. -
courtesy of the lovely
eternally_cave.A/N: This is my entry for
snowpremacy 2013. 1. Lisa, I hope you enjoy where I went with this prompt - it was certainly a fun one to write. <3 2. Apologies to the comm for missing my proper posting date.Monday Night
Dominic turns up his collar against the wind as he rounds the corner of Eighth street.
He wonders if perhaps this small Christmas fair can help lift him from the grasp of the depression he finds himself currently steeped in. He needed the job that brought him to this town badly, but when he found out he had to pack up and move away from his friends and family two weeks before Christmas, he was bitterly disappointed. Alone in a strange town at Christmas, he had absolutely no idea what to do with himself.
When he'd heard the others at the office talking about the local Christmas fair earlier that day, he was intrigued enough to investigate further. Among the assorted vendors, a very particular one jumps out at him in particular and he stops in his tracks.
A Kissing booth. An honest-to-fuck, actual, factual kissing booth.
Dominic had never seen one before, he thought they were a forgotten relic of days long gone. The very idea fascinates him and he finds himself wandering a bit closer to take a more intimate look.
He's surprised at what, or rather, who, he finds sitting behind the booth. For some reason he had assumed it would be a woman, but instead it's a young man. Dominic finds himself staring at him as he does his work, trading kisses for donations to the local children's hospital. Judging by the crowd, it would appear that he is earning quite a sizeable chunk of cash for the children tonight. Raven-haired, with a pale complexion and an infectuous laugh, he's exceedingly handsome, and Dominic finds his heart is beating a bit faster than it was a few moments ago.
Dominic wonders what his name is. Mister... whatever, this kisser man's name was certainly a mystery, at least for now. Mister Kisser. He giggles inwardly at the very thought. From his vantage point, concealed behind a heavily decorated tree, decked in the theme of sugarplums and candies, Dominic sips his white hot chocolate and takes in the scene that is unfolding before his eyes.
Mister Kisser leans forward, whispering to a young lady with short red hair. She laughs also and hands her cane, which she apparently needs to walk, to a friend and turns back to him. He holds her hand to help her steady herself and kisses her swiftly, his hand gently cupping her cheek.
It's so sweet that Dominic has to bite back a smile, but not before he finds himself wondering if Mister Kisser kisses only young ladies. He purchases a tiny tray of cookies from a group of little girls and makes his way home.
Tuesday Night
Dominic isn’t sure precisely what he’s doing.
Still, he’s doing it nonetheless.
It’s not exactly stalking… it’s more like surveillance. Dominic nods to himself, pleased with that little bit of justification. It’s been an hour and a half and he’s watched Mister Kisser quite closely. There aren’t that many patrons tonight at the fair and for the most part, Mister Kisser has been sitting, typing away on a laptop, pausing only when he has a patron.
Dominic is in the middle of a bag of candy floss when the crowd at the kissing booth grows, and a young man approaches the booth, holding the hand of another young man. His partner egging him on, he approaches Mister Kisser, who smiles widely as they exchange words, both of them
throwing their heads back in happy laughter. The customer drops his donation into the pot and leans forward on his tiptoes to reach the gifter of kisses.
It's the moment of truth, and as he presses a kiss to the gentleman's lips the crowd hoots and claps, Mister Kisser and the recipient of said kiss both whooping and raising their hands victoriously. It would appear that Mister Kisser is, indeed, an equal opportunity kisser when it comes to the sexes... at least for charity's sake. This realization prompts Dominic to wander up to the booth nervously.
"Hi," Mister Kisser nods, lips parting in a soft smile to reveal a hint of what can only be described as a renegade tooth.
Inexplicably, the sight of it makes Dominic's stomach do a series of little flips.
"Um, hi," he replies, scratching the back of his head, heat rising on his cheeks as he realizes that 1. he has absolutely no idea what the fuck to do now and 2. he's wondering how much money he has in his wallet because suddenly the thought of donating a bit of money to charity sounds like an even better idea than it already normally is. “I'm Dominic. So…how’s it going? Lips chapped yet?” Dominic winces at that last sentence.
“It’s going okay. The fair is on every night this week, so I need to be sure to apply chapstick regularly,” Mister Kisser laughs, “but it’s all in the name of charity, so I really can’t complain!”
“Right, right,” Dominic smiles nervously.
"Sooooo," Mister Kisser says, eyebrows raised in an unspoken question.
"I gotta piss," Dominic blurts out.
Mister Kisser nods slowly, eyes wide. "I see. Go for it."
As he quickly walks away he mentally berates himself for his choice of words. While indulging in the aforementioned piss, he wonders if he's lost any chance he might have to get to know Mister Kisser a bit better. While washing his hands, he wonders precisely when he decided that he wanted a chance with him.
Dominic doesn't come back to the booth right away. He chooses, instead, to spend the next hour garnering the nerve to approach Mister Kisser again. A couple of times he feels like perhaps Mister Kisser is glancing in his direction, but he can’t be sure because the whole situation is making him nervous and the fact that he’s chosen to deal with that anxiety by snacking on all of the Christmas sweets the fair has to offer hasn’t been the best of ideas. Deciding that sugar overload is clouding his better judgment, he leaves the fair and goes home to a box of Chinese takeout and a few lonely rounds of sudoku.
Wednesday Night
Dominic has come to two conclusions.
One: It’s clear that sugar intake has nothing to do with his interest in Mister Kisser.
Two: It’s time for him to grow a pair, be a man... and kiss a total stranger.
It’s with purpose and a new found sense of confidence that Dominic struts up to the kissing booth. He slams his hands down on the counter, clears his throat and asks, “Right. So. How much?”
The corners of Mister Kisser’s lips turn up ever so slightly. “Well, hello there. How’s the bladder?”
“Don’t toy with me, mate. How much?”
“Whatever you wish - the donation isn’t set, it’s simply whatever you choose to give. Although,” Mister Kisser glances around and leans closer to Dominic in a conspiratorial manner, “I like to think I’m worth a pretty hefty price, if you want the truth.”
It’s the closest he’s been yet to Mister Kisser and sweet Christ, Dominic can’t get over the clear blue in his eyes and the smell of his cologne, or shampoo, or something. It’s faint, and smells vaguely of coconut and it serves to drive Dominic a little more crazy.
“...can I tell you a secret?”
Dominic nods, eyes scanning Mister Kisser’s hair and wondering if it’s as soft to the touch as it looks to be.
Mister Kisser moves even closer, whispering, “I was hoping you’d come back.” Before Dominic can react, the mystery man has pressed their lips together softly, and much more sweetly, than Dominic was prepared for. It goes on forever and yet it doesn’t last long enough and Dominic nearly whines aloud at the loss of contact when Mister Kisser pulls back. Their eyes lock for a moment, both of them breathing heavily, until Mister Kisser breaks the spell by pulling out his wallet and tossing five pounds into the donation bucket. “That one’s on me, yeah? Next one can be on you… if you want, that is.”
Dominic nods, eyes wide, as Mister Kisser, blue eyes sparkling with mischief, gently pushes him aside to take his next customer.
Dominic smiles the whole way home.
Thursday Night
"Again?" Mister Kisser says under his breath, eyes dark.
"Again," Dominic nods, absently adding twenty pounds into the donation bucket for the fourth time in the last hour. When their lips meet this time, they're both smiling into their fifth kiss of the night.
"It's a bit... scandalous, don't you think?" Mister Kisser demurs. "You turning up every ten minutes like this, I mean."
"There's nobody else here but us. In fact, you are sorely lacking in customers tonight."
"I noticed that."
"I'm not complaining, though."
"Should I be worried? Do you think I'm losing my touch?"
Dominic's lips quirk into a smile. "Well, I don't know. Let's find out." Another twenty pounds is deposited into the donation bucket and Mister Kisser doles out a kiss that can only be described as their deepest yet. Their mouths part slightly, lips caressing each other softly. When they part this time, Dominic darts forward to peck Mister Kisser's cheek.
"You know, you taste like one of those peppermint brownies that the girls' choir is selling around the corner," Mister Kisser comments, eyes narrowing as he licks his lips.
"How's that working out for you?" Dominic shoots back, thoroughly enjoying the banter he and Mister Kisser have been sharing tonight. He wishes that he'd had the courage to approach him sooner.
"I love those brownies, so believe me, it's all good. In fact, I take my sweets very, very seriously."
"What about candy apples? Are you a fan?"
"There's only one way to find out."
Dominic grins as he heads to the candy apple stand, leaving Mister Kisser shaking his head, his cheeks flushed.
Friday Night
If there were any patrons interested in visiting the kissing booth during the final few hours of the charity Christmas fair, they were no doubt disappointed. For there, displayed neatly in the center of the counter on the booth reads a sign:
Donation Goal Met! Have a Happy Christmas, everyone! See you next year!
One block away, in the back seat of a little red car with fogged-up windows, Dominic pauses, mid-kiss, and reluctantly pushes his partner away for a moment.
"Tell me your name."
Mister Kisser looks up and into Dominic's eyes and bursts out laughing.
"What?"
"We've known each other for four days, have been kissing each other for three. Now, we're making out in the back seat of my car, and fuck me, I was wondering how long it was going to take you to ask me that."
"You distracted me. With the kissing. And the kissing and the, well, you know-"
"-the kissing, you mean?"
"Yes, that."
"My name is Matthew."
Dominic tries it out, enjoying the way it plays off his lips. "Matthew."
"Do you approve?" Matthew asks, climbing into Dominic's lap again, pressing soft kisses to Dominic's cheek, temple, and forehead. Dominic's hands are on Matthew's waist, his thumb caressing the bare skin beneath Matthew's sweater. Matthew doesn't wait for an answer, choosing instead to cover Dominic's lips with his own again, the two of them holding tight to each other as the kiss deepens in intensity.
Dominic nods. "I do," he whispers, linking their fingers together. In that moment, for the first time in his new hometown, hopes for happiness flicker to life inside of him.
Mister Kisser - or, Matthew, glances down at their joined hands and reckons, privately, that he won't be letting go anytime soon.
A Monday Morning
On a December 25th, Dominic opens his eyes to find a slightly bemused Matthew staring at him.
“You’re dreaming, or talking in your sleep, at least. You okay?”
Dominic nods. “Mhmmm.” He stretches, pulling Matthew closer to his body and it’s only as he’s falling asleep again that he hears Matthew pose a sleepy, barely-breathed question against his collarbone.
“Who is Mister Kisser?”
Dominic’s eyes fly open. He giggles. "You."
"Do what now?" Matthew is awake now, trailing kisses down Dominic's chest.
“It was my secret nickname for you. When I first saw you working that kissing booth, all those years ago, I was too shy to speak to you at first. So, that’s what I called you in my head.”
"Seriously?"
"Completely."
"Mister Kisser, eh?"
"Yep."
“Could have been worse, I suppose. You could have called me Mister Big Balls or something."
"You'd love that, wouldn't you?"
"Cheeky. I love that you were dreaming about something that happened over ten years ago, though.” Matthew looks up, smoothing the hair back from Dominic’s face.
“I dream about it a lot, usually around Christmas time. That week changed my life, of course I’d want to revisit it.”
"Eleven Christmases together, this is," Matthew muses, smiling against Dominic's bare nipple, "are we gonna indulge in our usual Christmas morning shenanigans?" Dominic stretches, his hands finding the warm expanse of Matthew's bare back, caressing gently. Eventually, he slips his hands into Matthew's boxers, pushing them down his legs, Matthew kicking them off hurriedly.
"Mister Big Balls," he breathes into Matthew's lips, "I guarantee it."
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