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Title: Threads
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Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG (Language)
Summary: The Bells could care less what everyone thinks about his Blue 'Resistance' Shirt...right?
Feedback: Is appreciated, especially as this is not only my first Museslash, it's the first piece of fiction I've ever written.
Disclaimers: Sadly, I do not own Muse. The following is pure fiction.
Authors Note: While discussing a certain set of Musewire pics late one night over drinks, a RL friend challenged me to write a piece of Belldom (centered around that shirt) that would make her laugh. The following is what she got in response. Special thanks go out tosuperhouse for helping me out with a critical detail and to dolce_piccante for assuring me that this was indeed worthy of posting to what has become my favorite LJ community. Love and massive hugs to both of you!!
"Mmmph...mmmrghhh..."
Dominic woke with a start. He stretched, turning over to look at Matthew, who was tossing & mumbling to himself. Bad dream? he thought. He sat up quickly, brushing the hair from his eyes, and switched on the tiny lamp on the nightstand. Once his eyes adjusted to the light, he was alarmed to see Matthew drenched in sweat, his arms and legs thrashing on the bed. What the fuck...?
He leaned over and poked Matthew's shoulder. "Matt, wake up."
He received no response. He sat up, pulling a struggling Matthew up into his arms, and tried again. "Bells. Hey, wake up!" Matthew struggled against him. Dominic held him even tighter, stroking his back and arms until, finally, they began to still. Matthew's eyes flew open. He looked around the room, confused. His trembling slowly subsided at the sight of Dominic eyeing him with quiet concern, shadows playing off his mussed blond hair. Matthew exhaled shakily, falling deeper into Dominic's arms, burying his face in his neck.
Dominic smiled, kissing the head of dark hair. "What was that all about? You okay?"
He nodded, feeling far too comfortable in Dominic's arms to move. "Yeah. It was nothing, just an incredibly strange dream. Emphasis on the word strange..."
Dominic placed a hand on Matthew's chin, raising him to his eye level. "Tell me about it."
Matthew averted his gaze, his face feeling suddenly, inexplicably hot. Desperate to change the subject, he leaned in close and whispered into Dominic's ear. "It's not important..seriously, let's just lie back down, yeah?" He laid back on the bed, pulling Dom down with him. They settled into a comfortable position, Matthew wrapping his arms around Dominic tightly.
Dominic looked up at him closely, suddenly suspicious. "Wait a minute. Matthew James Bellamy, are you blushing? You ARE! Ha! That settles it, you're gonna tell me all about it. Wait - let me get comfortable." He grinned, moving to his side of the bed, grabbing an extra pillow. He fluffed them out, straightened out the duvet and laid back, hands behind his head. "Okay. Aaaaand, go!"
Matthew groaned. He glanced at the clock. 3:34 am. He knew that he had no choice but to come clean, it was either that or neither one of them would get any sleep. Dominic could be pretty damned persistent once he set his mind to something. Matthew wasn't sure if this was one of his more endearing qualities, or one of his more irritating ones. He had a feeling he was about to find out.
"Fine, but if you so much as think about laughing, I will end you."
Dominic nodded solemnly. "Understood."
"It was a dream about...my blue shirt," Matthew began.
A huge grin spread across Dominic's face. "Ah. Of course it was..."
The two of them had been invited to Chris' house for dinner. It had been too long since Matthew or Dominic had seen Kelly or the little Wolstenhomes, so they jumped at the invitation. As they were at the front door preparing to leave at the end of the night, Ava came running up to them, intent on saying goodbye for what must have been the fourth time. She gave Dom a big hug, then proceeded to jump into Matthew's arms and kiss his nose.
"Thank you for playing hide and seek with us!"
Matthew flashed her a huge smile as he put her down. "You are very welcome, sweetheart."
"Okay, kid, upstairs," Kelly said, smiling. "Hmm. You've worn that pink pajama top at least three nights this week! Aren't you getting tired of it?"
"No, I want to wear it every night, like the way Uncle Matt wears his blue shirt everyday. Like daddy told us he does," Ava explained. Three things happened at once: Kelly froze, Chris blushed, and Dominic laughed so hard that he sank to the floor. After an uncomfortable few seconds, they looked at Matthew, fearing the legendary wrath of Bellamy, only to find him kneeling down in front of the little girl, ruffling her hair.
"You'd better do as your mum says, yeah?"
"Okay," Isabella pouted. Kelly said her good-byes and led the little one up the stairs.
"Matt, I was only kiddi-," Chris said as Dominic finally calmed down enough to stand up.
Matthew playfully punched Chris' shoulder, smiling calmly. "It's okay. Still, I'll remember this, mate."
Chris sighed, rubbing his shoulder. He had no doubt Matt would remember it.
"...Old Blue," Dominic mused. "Did I mention to you that I named it Old Blue? Chris and I were saying just the other day that you should dedicate the album to him...her...it? Is a shirt feminine or masculine? I don't suppose it matters, really. Hmm, so many questions..."
"Do not fucking start. We've already been through this. I happen to like that shirt, Mr. Look-At-My-Assortment-Of-Tight-Colorful-Trousers."
"Don't you fucking start. You've told me more than once that you love the way the yellow ones make my-"
Matthew glared.
Dominic raised his hands in apology. "Very sorry. Do continue, sir."
"We were-"
"Who? Be specific."
"For fucks sake, Dom! You, Chris and I were at the studio-"
"In Como?"
"No, you prick, the one on Mars. Are you going to interrupt me every five seconds?"
Dominic looked confused. "Of course I am."
"I was looking for you and Chris. I walked past an open window and heard the sound of laughing. I knew that it was you two - so I headed outside and found you out back, giggling like idiots..."
"What was I wearing?"
Matthew blinked. "What? I don't know. Does it matter?"
Dominic shook his head sadly. "It always matters, Matthew. You, however, haven't grasped this particular concept yet."
"ANYWAY, Chris had the shirt in his hands and was in the process of cutting it into pieces with a pair of scissors. You were crouched on the ground on all fours-"
"Is this getting kinky...?"
"-and as I walked closer I could see that you were digging a small hole. In the meantime, Chris finished shredding the shirt and the two of you put the remnants into a shoebox." Matthew raised an eyebrow. "Did I mention that you were both giggling like idiots? I really cannot stress that point enough."
Dominic's eyes lit up. "What kind of shoebox? Expensive Italian shoes? Converse?"
Matthew shook his head. "Wow, you never stop, do you? I'm just going to pretend I can't hear you and keep going. At this point you both noticed me and I asked you what the hell was going on. Chris explained that the two of you were performing a public service by ritualistically sacrificing my shirt, that I had become abnormally attached to it and you were "settting me free" or some shit. Then I noticed you standing there with a ridiculous grin on your face. You asked me if I wanted to say a few words over the grave. I think you also offered to deliver last rites...?" He trailed off, deep in thought.
"Matthew, love, where exactly did you get the mushrooms? And, more importantly, why didn't you share?" Dominic asked, slightly miffed. The only response he got was one raised middle finger.
"That was when I snapped. I shoved you, you shoved me back. We fell into Chris...and at this point it gets hazy. The three of us were rolling around on the ground, grabbing and kicking each other."
"It IS getting kinky!"
"You wish. You screamed like a girl (of course) and pulled my hair. The last thing I remember is biting Chris' leg. Then you woke me up. That's it." Matthew, quite sleepy now, had no idea what to expect next. He had no doubt that Dominic was genuinely concerned for him when he woke him earlier. The problem was the irrefutable fact that Dominic Howard could go from sincere to snark-tastic in 1.8 seconds flat.
He glanced in Dominic's direction, arms crossed. "Well?"
"Well what?" Grey eyes smiled warmly at wary blue ones.
"Go ahead - let it out. I can take it. Just make it quick, I'm fucking exhausted."
Dominic sat up, moving closer until they were once again face to face. "What would you like me to say?" he asked quietly. He studied Matthew's face intently, gently running his fingertips over one pale, perfect cheekbone before leaning in to kiss it lightly. Matthew's eyes fluttered closed at the feel of Dominic's breath on his skin. He held Dominic tightly, stroking his lower back. Eventually he licked his lips and spoke.
"Nothing. I just thought that you'd be laughi-" Matthew was silenced as Dominic suddenly licked at his bottom lip, kissing him. Just as suddenly he whispered against his lips, "You want my expert analysis? Okay, then." He held Matthew at arms length and looked him squarely in the eye.
"It's one of the strangest dreams I've ever heard of, for sure." he said simply. "It's mad, offbeat, quirky, fantastic, and laced with precisely the right amount of paranoia. In other words," Dominic said, "It's very Matthew Bellamy. So, naturally, I adore it."
Matthew raised an eyebrow. "Are you trying to get into my pants...erm...I mean, my sheet?"
"I was in your pants twice earlier tonight. For the record I prefer you in only the sheet," Dominic clarified. "And, I meant every word I said. You're like a maddening puzzle I'll never be able to solve. The way you were playing with the kids earlier...the way you touched me in the dark once we were here in bed...the way you (even though you would never admit it) were a little bothered by what Chris said...you are wonderfully complex. You keep me guessing. I love that about you. I always have. I'm certain I always will. Now, c'mere." He laid back down on his pillow, Matthew curling up next to him. They laid face to face yet again, sharing one final, lazy kiss. After a few minutes Dominic turned out the light.
"You're going to tell Chris all about it tomorrow so you can laugh at me together, aren't you?"
"Abso-fucking-lutely. Hey, it could be worse...there's always Twitter." As he drifted off to sleep Dominic felt a whisper against his neck.
"Love you too, Dom..."
museslash On 08/08/09)Title: Threads
Author:
millionstar Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG (Language)
Summary: The Bells could care less what everyone thinks about his Blue 'Resistance' Shirt...right?
Feedback: Is appreciated, especially as this is not only my first Museslash, it's the first piece of fiction I've ever written.
Disclaimers: Sadly, I do not own Muse. The following is pure fiction.
Authors Note: While discussing a certain set of Musewire pics late one night over drinks, a RL friend challenged me to write a piece of Belldom (centered around that shirt) that would make her laugh. The following is what she got in response. Special thanks go out to
superhouse for helping me out with a critical detail and to dolce_piccante for assuring me that this was indeed worthy of posting to what has become my favorite LJ community. Love and massive hugs to both of you!! "Mmmph...mmmrghhh..."
Dominic woke with a start. He stretched, turning over to look at Matthew, who was tossing & mumbling to himself. Bad dream? he thought. He sat up quickly, brushing the hair from his eyes, and switched on the tiny lamp on the nightstand. Once his eyes adjusted to the light, he was alarmed to see Matthew drenched in sweat, his arms and legs thrashing on the bed. What the fuck...?
He leaned over and poked Matthew's shoulder. "Matt, wake up."
He received no response. He sat up, pulling a struggling Matthew up into his arms, and tried again. "Bells. Hey, wake up!" Matthew struggled against him. Dominic held him even tighter, stroking his back and arms until, finally, they began to still. Matthew's eyes flew open. He looked around the room, confused. His trembling slowly subsided at the sight of Dominic eyeing him with quiet concern, shadows playing off his mussed blond hair. Matthew exhaled shakily, falling deeper into Dominic's arms, burying his face in his neck.
Dominic smiled, kissing the head of dark hair. "What was that all about? You okay?"
He nodded, feeling far too comfortable in Dominic's arms to move. "Yeah. It was nothing, just an incredibly strange dream. Emphasis on the word strange..."
Dominic placed a hand on Matthew's chin, raising him to his eye level. "Tell me about it."
Matthew averted his gaze, his face feeling suddenly, inexplicably hot. Desperate to change the subject, he leaned in close and whispered into Dominic's ear. "It's not important..seriously, let's just lie back down, yeah?" He laid back on the bed, pulling Dom down with him. They settled into a comfortable position, Matthew wrapping his arms around Dominic tightly.
Dominic looked up at him closely, suddenly suspicious. "Wait a minute. Matthew James Bellamy, are you blushing? You ARE! Ha! That settles it, you're gonna tell me all about it. Wait - let me get comfortable." He grinned, moving to his side of the bed, grabbing an extra pillow. He fluffed them out, straightened out the duvet and laid back, hands behind his head. "Okay. Aaaaand, go!"
Matthew groaned. He glanced at the clock. 3:34 am. He knew that he had no choice but to come clean, it was either that or neither one of them would get any sleep. Dominic could be pretty damned persistent once he set his mind to something. Matthew wasn't sure if this was one of his more endearing qualities, or one of his more irritating ones. He had a feeling he was about to find out.
"Fine, but if you so much as think about laughing, I will end you."
Dominic nodded solemnly. "Understood."
"It was a dream about...my blue shirt," Matthew began.
A huge grin spread across Dominic's face. "Ah. Of course it was..."
The two of them had been invited to Chris' house for dinner. It had been too long since Matthew or Dominic had seen Kelly or the little Wolstenhomes, so they jumped at the invitation. As they were at the front door preparing to leave at the end of the night, Ava came running up to them, intent on saying goodbye for what must have been the fourth time. She gave Dom a big hug, then proceeded to jump into Matthew's arms and kiss his nose.
"Thank you for playing hide and seek with us!"
Matthew flashed her a huge smile as he put her down. "You are very welcome, sweetheart."
"Okay, kid, upstairs," Kelly said, smiling. "Hmm. You've worn that pink pajama top at least three nights this week! Aren't you getting tired of it?"
"No, I want to wear it every night, like the way Uncle Matt wears his blue shirt everyday. Like daddy told us he does," Ava explained. Three things happened at once: Kelly froze, Chris blushed, and Dominic laughed so hard that he sank to the floor. After an uncomfortable few seconds, they looked at Matthew, fearing the legendary wrath of Bellamy, only to find him kneeling down in front of the little girl, ruffling her hair.
"You'd better do as your mum says, yeah?"
"Okay," Isabella pouted. Kelly said her good-byes and led the little one up the stairs.
"Matt, I was only kiddi-," Chris said as Dominic finally calmed down enough to stand up.
Matthew playfully punched Chris' shoulder, smiling calmly. "It's okay. Still, I'll remember this, mate."
Chris sighed, rubbing his shoulder. He had no doubt Matt would remember it.
"...Old Blue," Dominic mused. "Did I mention to you that I named it Old Blue? Chris and I were saying just the other day that you should dedicate the album to him...her...it? Is a shirt feminine or masculine? I don't suppose it matters, really. Hmm, so many questions..."
"Do not fucking start. We've already been through this. I happen to like that shirt, Mr. Look-At-My-Assortment-Of-Tight-Colorful-Trousers."
"Don't you fucking start. You've told me more than once that you love the way the yellow ones make my-"
Matthew glared.
Dominic raised his hands in apology. "Very sorry. Do continue, sir."
"We were-"
"Who? Be specific."
"For fucks sake, Dom! You, Chris and I were at the studio-"
"In Como?"
"No, you prick, the one on Mars. Are you going to interrupt me every five seconds?"
Dominic looked confused. "Of course I am."
"I was looking for you and Chris. I walked past an open window and heard the sound of laughing. I knew that it was you two - so I headed outside and found you out back, giggling like idiots..."
"What was I wearing?"
Matthew blinked. "What? I don't know. Does it matter?"
Dominic shook his head sadly. "It always matters, Matthew. You, however, haven't grasped this particular concept yet."
"ANYWAY, Chris had the shirt in his hands and was in the process of cutting it into pieces with a pair of scissors. You were crouched on the ground on all fours-"
"Is this getting kinky...?"
"-and as I walked closer I could see that you were digging a small hole. In the meantime, Chris finished shredding the shirt and the two of you put the remnants into a shoebox." Matthew raised an eyebrow. "Did I mention that you were both giggling like idiots? I really cannot stress that point enough."
Dominic's eyes lit up. "What kind of shoebox? Expensive Italian shoes? Converse?"
Matthew shook his head. "Wow, you never stop, do you? I'm just going to pretend I can't hear you and keep going. At this point you both noticed me and I asked you what the hell was going on. Chris explained that the two of you were performing a public service by ritualistically sacrificing my shirt, that I had become abnormally attached to it and you were "settting me free" or some shit. Then I noticed you standing there with a ridiculous grin on your face. You asked me if I wanted to say a few words over the grave. I think you also offered to deliver last rites...?" He trailed off, deep in thought.
"Matthew, love, where exactly did you get the mushrooms? And, more importantly, why didn't you share?" Dominic asked, slightly miffed. The only response he got was one raised middle finger.
"That was when I snapped. I shoved you, you shoved me back. We fell into Chris...and at this point it gets hazy. The three of us were rolling around on the ground, grabbing and kicking each other."
"It IS getting kinky!"
"You wish. You screamed like a girl (of course) and pulled my hair. The last thing I remember is biting Chris' leg. Then you woke me up. That's it." Matthew, quite sleepy now, had no idea what to expect next. He had no doubt that Dominic was genuinely concerned for him when he woke him earlier. The problem was the irrefutable fact that Dominic Howard could go from sincere to snark-tastic in 1.8 seconds flat.
He glanced in Dominic's direction, arms crossed. "Well?"
"Well what?" Grey eyes smiled warmly at wary blue ones.
"Go ahead - let it out. I can take it. Just make it quick, I'm fucking exhausted."
Dominic sat up, moving closer until they were once again face to face. "What would you like me to say?" he asked quietly. He studied Matthew's face intently, gently running his fingertips over one pale, perfect cheekbone before leaning in to kiss it lightly. Matthew's eyes fluttered closed at the feel of Dominic's breath on his skin. He held Dominic tightly, stroking his lower back. Eventually he licked his lips and spoke.
"Nothing. I just thought that you'd be laughi-" Matthew was silenced as Dominic suddenly licked at his bottom lip, kissing him. Just as suddenly he whispered against his lips, "You want my expert analysis? Okay, then." He held Matthew at arms length and looked him squarely in the eye.
"It's one of the strangest dreams I've ever heard of, for sure." he said simply. "It's mad, offbeat, quirky, fantastic, and laced with precisely the right amount of paranoia. In other words," Dominic said, "It's very Matthew Bellamy. So, naturally, I adore it."
Matthew raised an eyebrow. "Are you trying to get into my pants...erm...I mean, my sheet?"
"I was in your pants twice earlier tonight. For the record I prefer you in only the sheet," Dominic clarified. "And, I meant every word I said. You're like a maddening puzzle I'll never be able to solve. The way you were playing with the kids earlier...the way you touched me in the dark once we were here in bed...the way you (even though you would never admit it) were a little bothered by what Chris said...you are wonderfully complex. You keep me guessing. I love that about you. I always have. I'm certain I always will. Now, c'mere." He laid back down on his pillow, Matthew curling up next to him. They laid face to face yet again, sharing one final, lazy kiss. After a few minutes Dominic turned out the light.
"You're going to tell Chris all about it tomorrow so you can laugh at me together, aren't you?"
"Abso-fucking-lutely. Hey, it could be worse...there's always Twitter." As he drifted off to sleep Dominic felt a whisper against his neck.
"Love you too, Dom..."
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Date: 2009-09-01 11:41 pm (UTC)He sat up, pulling a struggling Matthew up into his arms, and tried again... Dominic held him even tighter, stroking his back and arms until, finally, they began to still...Matthew exhaled shakily, falling deeper into Dominic's arms, burying his face in his neck. Dominic smiled, kissing the head of dark hair. "What was that all about? You okay?"
BWAH. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY. IT'S SOO... PERFECT.
It's calming to read, really. I have a thing about hugging guys or just even that not like I ever have (D:) but it's like my dream to have someone hold me. I blame RJ for starting that, after one dream I had about him a few years ago...
"Is this getting kinky...?"
LMFAO THAT IS BEAUTIFUL.
It sounds so much like what their bickering would actually be and bwah I really should start reading more slash....
You did a LOVELY job hon, I am in awe.
*reads again*
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Date: 2009-09-01 11:43 pm (UTC):DDDDDDDD
SO HAPPY AFTER READING THIS. :D
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Date: 2009-09-02 12:05 am (UTC)Oh, now stop it, I know better than that. *blushes* This is the first thing I've ever written, so thank you!
As for the holding...let's just say I imagined myself in Dom's position more than once in this story. I mean, can you imagine getting to hold Matt while he is wearing only a sheet? Gah.
...gently running his fingertips over one pale, perfect cheekbone before leaning in to kiss it lightly.
I mean, I just HAD to, you know?!
Dom, I've found, is much easier to write than Matt is, though. Not sure why.
The one I'm working on right now is a comedy, concerning them in the American South, confused by the ways of backwoods North Carolinians. Rednecks meet Belldom. Should be strange...
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Date: 2009-09-14 07:26 am (UTC)"What was I wearing?"
Matthew blinked. "What? I don't know. Does it matter?"
Dominic shook his head sadly. "It always matters, Matthew. You, however, haven't grasped this particular concept yet."
LOOOOL BRILLIANCE! SERIOUSLY! you managed to capture them perfectly :D
to refrain from just quoting the thing and writing OMG ITS AWESOME a lot, im just going to say that THIS WAS AWESOME and i loved it. you have talent, girl!
*runs off to read more*
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Date: 2009-09-14 11:21 pm (UTC)Very glad you liked it!!!!
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Date: 2010-06-05 08:41 pm (UTC)and i love it <3
dom screaming like a girl and matt biting chris's leg and dom going from sincere to snarktastic in 1.8 seconds ...
ah D i do love you and your writing my dear *HUGS*
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Date: 2010-06-05 09:36 pm (UTC)ah D i do love you and your writing my dear *HUGS*
Remove the D, insert a B and that's how I feel. <33333
(Aww, I still have my Threads icon. LOL)
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Date: 2013-11-01 01:25 pm (UTC)Your Matt and Dom feel totally real and their conversation and actions feel very real as well.
You might very well become my next favourite Belldom fic writer.
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Date: 2014-07-01 01:14 pm (UTC)"I was in your pants twice earlier tonight. For the record I prefer you in only the sheet," Dominic clarified. "And, I meant every word I said. You're like a maddening puzzle I'll never be able to solve. The way you were playing with the kids earlier...the way you touched me in the dark once we were here in bed...the way you (even though you would never admit it) were a little bothered by what Chris said...you are wonderfully complex. You keep me guessing. I love that about you. I always have. I'm certain I always will. Now, c'mere." With this I aaawwwww'ed very loudly!!! THIS WAS ADORABLE AND SO THEM
This was funny and adorable! I'm going to embarrass myself admitting I don't have any idea what shirt are you talking about but I still enjoyed this! Very Matthew having a dream like that, and very Dominic only doing snarky comments and worrying about what he was wearing or the brand of the shoebox! Fashionista bitch :P
AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN WITH "FIRST PIECE OF FICTION"????? Holy Jesus, if only my first piece of fiction had been like this! *picks jaw from the floor* You clearly were born for writing! Amazing!
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Date: 2014-07-05 04:15 pm (UTC)Goodnight x