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million_starTitle: Drenched
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Pairing: Matthew/Dominic
Rating: Light R
Here There Be: Language
Summary: Where the fuck *are* the boys’ ice bucket challenge videos? This is a birthday gift formjartrod - I hope you like it, girl, and that you have a happy day. <3
Author’s Note: If any of you choose to read, thank you, so much. I do appreciate it, always.
“I’m sorry, Matt.”
Silence.
“Matt?”
No reply.
“I said I was sorry.”
An epic pout was born.
In response, Dominic bit his lip as he slowly approached the bed. He opened his mouth in an attempt to speak to the person occupying the bed for the fourth time but closed it abruptly when Matthew put one hand up in silent protest, eyes narrowed.
“Ah. Okay.”
Dominic sat down in the cheap chair in the corner of the A&E cubicle and crossed his legs. “They’re going to let me take you home soon.”
Matthew tapped his foot against the bedframe.
“Yeah, well, I’m just gonna sit right here until you decide to speak to me.”
Matthew, tucked into the hospital bed, crossed his arms beneath the covers and glared at Dominic.
“Fuck this.” Dominic scooted the chair over so he was closer to Matthew’s bedside. “How many times am I going to have to tell you that I’m sorry,” Dominic hissed, glancing nervously at the door, “and that it was an accident?”
Matthew raised one eyebrow.
Dominic ran his hands through his hair, his mind drifting back to what had happened just a few hours ago in their backyard.
Matthew giggled loudly. “Fucking hurry up, Dom. It’s just a bucket of ice water, it can’t be that heavy.” Dressed in a pair of thin shorts and a black t-shirt, he stood in the afternoon sun and squinted at the camera as it recorded this auspicious event for the sake of posterity.
On a stepladder next to him, which was teetering perilously on the uneven land, stood Dominic. “Is there ever a moment when you’re not telling me to hurry up doing something?”
“I asked you if you wanted to go first. You declined. So less chatter and more bucket carrying, bitch.”
Dominic grumbled as he took the second step of the small ladder, one hand lugging a large grey bucket filled with ice water. As Matthew continued to ramble on about whatever the fuck he was rambling on about currently, Dominic realized that this was going to be the most fun he’d had in ages - the opportunity to douse Matthew would at least shut him the fuck up.
It was an added bonus that they’d be doing their part for charity.
“I think I’m getting an unexpected boner, Dom.”
Dominic blinked, wincing as one bare foot got splashed with water from the overflowing bucket. “How the fuck are we supposed to post this video now that you’re doing things like announcing unexpected boners to people? Honestly, what the actual fuck is wrong with you?”
Matthew thought on this. “That’s a fair question. Something about being outside with you always makes me hot. Reminds me of when we fucked that time at Como, remember, in the rain, and-”
“Oh my god, you are actually a crazy person.” Now atop the stepladder, Dominic carefully lifted the bucket, trying hard to be mindful of the fact that the ladder rungs were now slippery.
“I’m not a crazy person, Dom. I’m a sexual person, that’s all. It’s natural, a pure and beautiful phenomenon, and frankly you should be ashamed of yourself for making fun of it The boner,” Matthew glanced down at his tented shorts and waved, “yep, hello there, little bro, is your doing, really. Prancing around shirtless in nothing but a pair of swim trunks? That’s pretty inappropriate, Dom.”
“Did you just address your schlong?”
“Gotta talk to something. You’re certainly boring as fuck.”
“You call it ‘bro’ now?”
“You got a better name in mind?”
“Jesus, we definitely can’t post this.”
“Ooh!” Matthew exclaimed, “A squirrel!”
Three things happened simultaneously.
One: Dominic looked up with a smile, searching for the squirrel in question, because honestly, who doesn’t love squirrels? Two: Dominic’s foot slipped on the wet top rung of the stepladder. Three: Dominic managed to steady himself, but to do so meant he had to release the bucket of ice water that he had just managed to position above his head.
The end result of this very precise chain of events was that Matthew Bellamy took a bucket full of freezing water squarely on the head, knocking him out as he fell onto the grass. Dominic was next to him in an instant, and he couldn’t help but notice, just before he dialed for the paramedics, that Matthew was, indeed, sporting a boner.
Well, you would have noticed too, probably.
“I know it hurts to talk. Well, look at it this way, I finally found a way to shut you up haha!”
Matthew rolled his eyes. He looked a sight, the top of his head wrapped in gauze to treat the cut he’d sustained on his brow. Worse than that, though, was his bloodied and swollen lower lip, which the bucket had done a number on as it hit him. He looked almost comical to Dominic - but the drummer knew that his lover was in quite a bit of pain.
“What can I do to make it up to you? Name it, and it’s yours.”
Matthew shrugged.
“Come on, there must be something,” Dominic prodded. “I saw some coloring books for little kids in the gift shop just now.”
Matthew gave Dominic the middle finger. Dominic reached out, grabbing Matthew’s hand, squeezing it with a grin; he was elated when Matthew’s expression softened.
“Pasta dinners for a week?”
Matthew was not impressed.
“Fine, fine. Look, how about we get you home and I’ll let you play Hide The Bro as many times as you want.”
Matthew grinned through his busted, swollen lip, giving Dominic a thumbs-up.
Author:
millionstarPairing: Matthew/Dominic
Rating: Light R
Here There Be: Language
Summary: Where the fuck *are* the boys’ ice bucket challenge videos? This is a birthday gift for
mjartrod - I hope you like it, girl, and that you have a happy day. <3Author’s Note: If any of you choose to read, thank you, so much. I do appreciate it, always.
“I’m sorry, Matt.”
Silence.
“Matt?”
No reply.
“I said I was sorry.”
An epic pout was born.
In response, Dominic bit his lip as he slowly approached the bed. He opened his mouth in an attempt to speak to the person occupying the bed for the fourth time but closed it abruptly when Matthew put one hand up in silent protest, eyes narrowed.
“Ah. Okay.”
Dominic sat down in the cheap chair in the corner of the A&E cubicle and crossed his legs. “They’re going to let me take you home soon.”
Matthew tapped his foot against the bedframe.
“Yeah, well, I’m just gonna sit right here until you decide to speak to me.”
Matthew, tucked into the hospital bed, crossed his arms beneath the covers and glared at Dominic.
“Fuck this.” Dominic scooted the chair over so he was closer to Matthew’s bedside. “How many times am I going to have to tell you that I’m sorry,” Dominic hissed, glancing nervously at the door, “and that it was an accident?”
Matthew raised one eyebrow.
Dominic ran his hands through his hair, his mind drifting back to what had happened just a few hours ago in their backyard.
Matthew giggled loudly. “Fucking hurry up, Dom. It’s just a bucket of ice water, it can’t be that heavy.” Dressed in a pair of thin shorts and a black t-shirt, he stood in the afternoon sun and squinted at the camera as it recorded this auspicious event for the sake of posterity.
On a stepladder next to him, which was teetering perilously on the uneven land, stood Dominic. “Is there ever a moment when you’re not telling me to hurry up doing something?”
“I asked you if you wanted to go first. You declined. So less chatter and more bucket carrying, bitch.”
Dominic grumbled as he took the second step of the small ladder, one hand lugging a large grey bucket filled with ice water. As Matthew continued to ramble on about whatever the fuck he was rambling on about currently, Dominic realized that this was going to be the most fun he’d had in ages - the opportunity to douse Matthew would at least shut him the fuck up.
It was an added bonus that they’d be doing their part for charity.
“I think I’m getting an unexpected boner, Dom.”
Dominic blinked, wincing as one bare foot got splashed with water from the overflowing bucket. “How the fuck are we supposed to post this video now that you’re doing things like announcing unexpected boners to people? Honestly, what the actual fuck is wrong with you?”
Matthew thought on this. “That’s a fair question. Something about being outside with you always makes me hot. Reminds me of when we fucked that time at Como, remember, in the rain, and-”
“Oh my god, you are actually a crazy person.” Now atop the stepladder, Dominic carefully lifted the bucket, trying hard to be mindful of the fact that the ladder rungs were now slippery.
“I’m not a crazy person, Dom. I’m a sexual person, that’s all. It’s natural, a pure and beautiful phenomenon, and frankly you should be ashamed of yourself for making fun of it The boner,” Matthew glanced down at his tented shorts and waved, “yep, hello there, little bro, is your doing, really. Prancing around shirtless in nothing but a pair of swim trunks? That’s pretty inappropriate, Dom.”
“Did you just address your schlong?”
“Gotta talk to something. You’re certainly boring as fuck.”
“You call it ‘bro’ now?”
“You got a better name in mind?”
“Jesus, we definitely can’t post this.”
“Ooh!” Matthew exclaimed, “A squirrel!”
Three things happened simultaneously.
One: Dominic looked up with a smile, searching for the squirrel in question, because honestly, who doesn’t love squirrels? Two: Dominic’s foot slipped on the wet top rung of the stepladder. Three: Dominic managed to steady himself, but to do so meant he had to release the bucket of ice water that he had just managed to position above his head.
The end result of this very precise chain of events was that Matthew Bellamy took a bucket full of freezing water squarely on the head, knocking him out as he fell onto the grass. Dominic was next to him in an instant, and he couldn’t help but notice, just before he dialed for the paramedics, that Matthew was, indeed, sporting a boner.
Well, you would have noticed too, probably.
“I know it hurts to talk. Well, look at it this way, I finally found a way to shut you up haha!”
Matthew rolled his eyes. He looked a sight, the top of his head wrapped in gauze to treat the cut he’d sustained on his brow. Worse than that, though, was his bloodied and swollen lower lip, which the bucket had done a number on as it hit him. He looked almost comical to Dominic - but the drummer knew that his lover was in quite a bit of pain.
“What can I do to make it up to you? Name it, and it’s yours.”
Matthew shrugged.
“Come on, there must be something,” Dominic prodded. “I saw some coloring books for little kids in the gift shop just now.”
Matthew gave Dominic the middle finger. Dominic reached out, grabbing Matthew’s hand, squeezing it with a grin; he was elated when Matthew’s expression softened.
“Pasta dinners for a week?”
Matthew was not impressed.
“Fine, fine. Look, how about we get you home and I’ll let you play Hide The Bro as many times as you want.”
Matthew grinned through his busted, swollen lip, giving Dominic a thumbs-up.
