Lather, Rinse, Repeat

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Title:  Lather, Rinse, Repeat
Author: millionstar
Pairing: Matthew/Dominic
Rating:   R
Here There Be: Language, name calling, implied sexytimes, abuse of hairstyles.
Characters: Matthew, Dominic.
Summary: A humble drabble in response to the hair!drama surrounding these nerds.
Disclaimer: I don't own Matt or Dom. Tbh, I'm grateful because, honestly, I couldn't afford all that hair product.
Beta/Support: As always, dolce_piccante. <3
Author's Note: For space_black_out, cos she's a doll and she requested this fic. <3 Thanks to nuraicha, mercury973, matturemuser and festive_tights for being lovely Twitter cheerleaders.  Y'all are the best... and you are to blame for this. xx



Dominic propped himself up on an elbow and bit back a laugh.

He couldn't help himself.

Next to him, on his own pillow, was one Matthew Bellamy.  Singer, professional man about town, and, currently, Grower Of Long Hair.

Grower of Long Hair That Was Not Speaking To Dominic, that is.

"Are you pouting in your sleep?"

"I'm not asleep."

A smile burst to life on Dominic's face.  He scratched his neck with two long fingers and stretched.   "Are you pouting in your awakened state?"

Matthew's lips twitched and his nose flared.

"Are you pouting just because you're a little pussy who can't take any criticism?"

"Fuck you."

"I only said that it might be time to consider a cut.  Look, you had to have known I'd have an... opinion on it."

Matthew, eyes now open, turned onto his back and crossed his arms in what was most decidedly a petulant manner.  "Ooh, Dom has an opinion on something.  Let me call a fucking press conference."

"You are a total dick.  A total dick with stupid hair.  A total dick with stupid hair and an unfortunate mole on his arse."

"And you're a drama queen who had a tragic run-in with a box of hair dye yesterday.  Oh my god, I've got it."  Matthew snapped his fingers.  "You put the hair dye through an Instagram filter to give it that super platinum, otherworldly glow!  Mystery solved, Chris is gonna owe me twenty pounds."

Dominic fumed.

"As for my hair?  I don't care what you think.  I like it."  To emphasize his point, Matthew flipped his hair back defiantly, the dark brown spilling against the white pillowcase.

Eyebrows raised, Dominic continued to grin, even though the fact that Matthew had crossed his arms had now blocked his nipples from Dominic's view had irritated him.  "Ooh, is this gonna be a new by-product of this current follicular freak show of yours?  The Matthew Bellamy Pout, Now With Added Hair Flipping Sass!  Oh, Matthew," he moaned orgasmically, "you're so fierce and sexy with your new, luxurious, manly mane of gravity defying hair."

Matthew sat up slowly in bed, a calm, deadly smirk firmly set onto his lips.  "Well, that's better than being Dominic 'Nuclear Fallout Hair' Howard.  You could fucking power all of London with the shine coming off your head, mate.  You could get a night job as a searchlight."

Dominic gasped (but it should be noted that he was glad that Matthew's nipples had now rejoined the party).  "What?  You wish you could look this good as a blond, you snaggletoothed bitch."

"Oh, yes, yes, Dom, I do.  You've found me out."  Matthew clasped his hands to his chest and fluttered his eyes in a dreamy fashion.  "'Dear Diary'," he sighed, "'maybe, just maybe, if I try really hard, someday I'll be as blond as Dom is, so I can blind innocent people who make the mistake of looking at me."

Dominic sat up and put his finger in Matthew's face.  "That chinbeard makes you look like a goddamned hobo, you know?"

Matthew shoved Dominic in the chest.  "Do you have a deep, emotional attachment to that dumb as fuck shark tooth necklace you always wear?  Do you fist it in your hand when you have a nice long wank?" he yelled.

When their lips crashed together, neither of them were particularly surprised.  Over the years, they'd learned one simple truth: a nice bitch session was always an incredibly effective aphrodisiac.

Their kiss deepened, the urgency multiplying with each nanosecond that passed between them.  Dominc's hands tangled in Matthew's longer hair, both of them moaning into the kiss.  Dominic lifted his mouth off, kissing a hot, fevered trail across Matthew's cheek, until he reached Matthew's earlobe, sucking it into his mouth.  Matthew groaned, his arms tightly around Dominic. 

"I'll suck your dick if you'll let me braid your hair afterward," Dominic whispered.

Ten minutes later, an extremely sated and satisfied Matthew fell asleep with a goofy smile on his face.

Ten minutes after that, Dominic giggled softly to himself as he braided seven separate sections of his lover's hair into adorable little plaits.

Six hours after that, when Matthew discovered that Dominic had posted photos of said braids to Twitter, he didn't even get angry.

The blowjob had totally been worth it.

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