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million_starTitle: Ringside
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Pairing: Belldom
Rating: R
Here There Be: Language, mostly
Summary: My (ridiculous) interpretation of what happened at the gym today.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no profit is being made, and this is complete fiction.
Beta/Support: The flawlessdolce_piccante \o/
Author's Note: After those pics came out this afternoon, I just had to jot this down. If you choose to read, I really, really appreciate it. <3
*punch*
"Heeeheeehee!"
*punch*
"Heeeheehee!"
Dominic put his glove-covered hands on his hips and glared at the man opposite him in the ring. "Seriously, Matt?"
"Seriously what?" Matthew asked, eyes crinkled in confusion.
"Stop doing that, it's distracting."
"Stop doing what?"
*punch*
"Heeeheehee!"
"Is there a valid reason that you giggle like a schoolgirl on crack every time you throw a punch?"
"Well, gosh, I don't know, Dom," Matthew replied, calmly, "is there a valid reason that you look like a massive douche with an arse rash every time you throw one?"
Dominic narrowed his eyes. "I do not."
Matthew grinned. "What, you can dish it out but you can't take it? I keep expecting you to fucking pirouette after each punch you try to land. All we need to complete the illusion is a ballerina outfit, I'll buy you a pink tutu. Prima Domarina sounds like a nice name."
"That would have been a choice insult if it hadn't sounded like Pwima Domawina just now. Nice effort, though."
Matthew narrowed his own eyes in response.
"And, at least I don't stop every thirty seconds to tuck the chain around my neck back down into my shirt," Dominic shot back. "What, are you afraid it's going to fly up and get caught in that thing on your chin? If it does, we'll have to form a fucking search party to be able to find it in there. It's like a goddamned jungle of hair."
Matthew gasped, his eyes widening as his comically gloved hand flew to his mouth - a sight that made Dominic double over in sudden laughter. "You said you," Matthew moved closer, mindful of the other people in the gym, "you said you liked my chinbeard," he hissed through gritted teeth.
"I liked it when it tickled my balls, now it just scratches them," Dominic replied, laughter forgotten. He stomped his foot. "Now, it just fucking hurts when you blow me!" he yelled, not as mindful as Matthew of the others in the gym, who were now staring at them.
"Monstrosity? Well.... well..." Matthew stomped his own foot for emphasis, "it took you forever to take your fucking sunglasses off! And, don't think I haven't noticed how how you keep looking at yourself in the reflection of the glass, too, you vain fuck."
"Well, there are people here! They could be taking pictures and posting them online and shit, I want to look my best!"
"You want to look your best? You. Want. To. Look. Your. Best?"
"You fucking heard me!"
Matthew tore off his boxing gloves and made a ridiculous show of licking the palms of his hands, as well as his fingers, wetting them thoroughly-
"The fuck are you doing?' Dominic asked, horrified.
-before proceeding to run them through Dominic's hair, causing it to stick up in a dozen different directions.
"Matt! NO!" Dominic shouted, his gloved hands flying to his head. He shrieked and kicked one long leg out blindly, somehow possessing the dumb luck to nail Matthew squarely in the balls, the singer falling to his knees with a shriek of his own. From there, they proceeded to slap and kick at each other, looking more like two children than two grown men.
The trainer glanced at the young man he was sitting next to outside the ring. He was sitting quietly with his arms crossed, looking more and more like a frustrated parent the longer the display continued. "This... isn't how I had envisioned this playing out when you said you wanted to give them an afternoon workout as a gift."
Christopher stared incredulously at his band mates, who were now sharing kisses, giggling, and apologizing to each other, and ran one hand across his face. "It's okay. My wife thought this would be good for them, but, somehow, this is going precisely as I had thought it would. I'd better get them out of here before they start popping inappropriate boners."
The trainer laughed. "You say that like it happens all the time."
Christopher grimaced. "Why do you think they've been banned from the ball pit at the children's playland in the McDonald's down the street?"
Author:
millionstarPairing: Belldom
Rating: R
Here There Be: Language, mostly
Summary: My (ridiculous) interpretation of what happened at the gym today.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no profit is being made, and this is complete fiction.
Beta/Support: The flawless
dolce_piccante \o/Author's Note: After those pics came out this afternoon, I just had to jot this down. If you choose to read, I really, really appreciate it. <3
*punch*
"Heeeheeehee!"
*punch*
"Heeeheehee!"
Dominic put his glove-covered hands on his hips and glared at the man opposite him in the ring. "Seriously, Matt?"
"Seriously what?" Matthew asked, eyes crinkled in confusion.
"Stop doing that, it's distracting."
"Stop doing what?"
*punch*
"Heeeheehee!"
"Is there a valid reason that you giggle like a schoolgirl on crack every time you throw a punch?"
"Well, gosh, I don't know, Dom," Matthew replied, calmly, "is there a valid reason that you look like a massive douche with an arse rash every time you throw one?"
Dominic narrowed his eyes. "I do not."
Matthew grinned. "What, you can dish it out but you can't take it? I keep expecting you to fucking pirouette after each punch you try to land. All we need to complete the illusion is a ballerina outfit, I'll buy you a pink tutu. Prima Domarina sounds like a nice name."
"That would have been a choice insult if it hadn't sounded like Pwima Domawina just now. Nice effort, though."
Matthew narrowed his own eyes in response.
"And, at least I don't stop every thirty seconds to tuck the chain around my neck back down into my shirt," Dominic shot back. "What, are you afraid it's going to fly up and get caught in that thing on your chin? If it does, we'll have to form a fucking search party to be able to find it in there. It's like a goddamned jungle of hair."
Matthew gasped, his eyes widening as his comically gloved hand flew to his mouth - a sight that made Dominic double over in sudden laughter. "You said you," Matthew moved closer, mindful of the other people in the gym, "you said you liked my chinbeard," he hissed through gritted teeth.
"I liked it when it tickled my balls, now it just scratches them," Dominic replied, laughter forgotten. He stomped his foot. "Now, it just fucking hurts when you blow me!" he yelled, not as mindful as Matthew of the others in the gym, who were now staring at them.
"Monstrosity? Well.... well..." Matthew stomped his own foot for emphasis, "it took you forever to take your fucking sunglasses off! And, don't think I haven't noticed how how you keep looking at yourself in the reflection of the glass, too, you vain fuck."
"Well, there are people here! They could be taking pictures and posting them online and shit, I want to look my best!"
"You want to look your best? You. Want. To. Look. Your. Best?"
"You fucking heard me!"
Matthew tore off his boxing gloves and made a ridiculous show of licking the palms of his hands, as well as his fingers, wetting them thoroughly-
"The fuck are you doing?' Dominic asked, horrified.
-before proceeding to run them through Dominic's hair, causing it to stick up in a dozen different directions.
"Matt! NO!" Dominic shouted, his gloved hands flying to his head. He shrieked and kicked one long leg out blindly, somehow possessing the dumb luck to nail Matthew squarely in the balls, the singer falling to his knees with a shriek of his own. From there, they proceeded to slap and kick at each other, looking more like two children than two grown men.
The trainer glanced at the young man he was sitting next to outside the ring. He was sitting quietly with his arms crossed, looking more and more like a frustrated parent the longer the display continued. "This... isn't how I had envisioned this playing out when you said you wanted to give them an afternoon workout as a gift."
Christopher stared incredulously at his band mates, who were now sharing kisses, giggling, and apologizing to each other, and ran one hand across his face. "It's okay. My wife thought this would be good for them, but, somehow, this is going precisely as I had thought it would. I'd better get them out of here before they start popping inappropriate boners."
The trainer laughed. "You say that like it happens all the time."
Christopher grimaced. "Why do you think they've been banned from the ball pit at the children's playland in the McDonald's down the street?"
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Date: 2014-07-23 01:53 am (UTC)I really laughed a lot. It was amazing, loved it <3
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Date: 2014-07-23 01:53 am (UTC)Just... LOL. I can't!
I loved it!!!(:
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Date: 2014-07-23 09:14 am (UTC)P.S. What boxing photos? :P
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Date: 2014-07-23 10:54 am (UTC)Loved it! Thanks for writing this hahahaha
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Date: 2014-07-23 07:25 pm (UTC)Beyond awesome. Honestly I enjoyed that SO much.
♥
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Date: 2014-07-24 10:15 pm (UTC)I wonder why it's so easy to imagine them writhing around on the floor pulling each others hair, didn't Matt say once that he was a biter in the physical fights they have? Haha!
Loved it D, it really made me laugh! Thanks for posting! <333
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