Dominic sighed; honestly, he mused internally, it’s like talking to a tree stump.
“Matt, we fucked twice tonight.”
Matthew blinked. “...and?”
“Nothing, nothing. Do carry on.”
THEN you made me cry!
Every night, Dominic would climb into Matthew’s hospital bed, rest his head on Matthew’s shoulder, and remember the night before the accident, when sleep was the furthest thing from Matthew’s mind. Dominic missed the sound of his lover’s voice so much that he could weep from it; the sound of a traditional Matthew Bellamy ramble would be utter bliss to behold now. He closed his eyes again and, with Matthew’s warm, yet unresponsive, fingers threaded through his own, lost himself.
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Date: 2014-08-26 01:24 pm (UTC)Oh wait...first you made me laugh...
THEN you made me cry!
I hate you. I love you. I hate you. I love you...
Nah, I really, really love you. xxx