Satisfaction Revisited (Atlanta)
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million_starTitle: Satisfaction Revisited (Atlanta)
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Pairing: Belldom
Rating: NC-17 (I guess?)
Warnings: Here there be smut.
Summary:mollie_scott was curious as to what might have happened once the boys reached Atlanta. So, here we are. *g*
Feedback: Would be lovely, if you are so inclined.
Disclaimer: I don't own Matt, Dom or Chris; the following is pure fiction.
Dom moaned as he began to thrust, shivering at the sight of Matt bent over the railing before him.
“You really are a tight little bitch, Matt. Shit, you feel so fucking good.” For good measure, Dom gave him a hard slap on the arse.
“Bitch? How very dare you, you slut,” Matt shot back.
Dom grinned, running one hand across Matt’s bare, dampened back. “Now. You may touch yourself now.”
Matt began to tug frantically at his throbbing cock. “Do it again,” he pleaded. “Slap me again.”
Dom twisted Matt’s hips to the left and grunted as he gave him another hard slap.
“Oh, fuuuck. Yes, fuck yes, harder!” Matt groaned. “Although, this is not exactly what I had in mind, Dom.”
“Don’t start - you are, technically, mmmmmm, being fucked on Bono’s fancy motorized catwalk,” Dom reminded him, as that familiar delicious tightness began to take shape in his groin.
“Yes. On a piece of it, in the back of a huge dark truck, preparing to leave Atlanta. Takes the mystique out of it a bit.”
Dom sped up his thrusts, throwing his head back as he slammed into Matt. “Less talking, more fucking, Matt,” he panted. “Fuck, I’m close.”
“Me too, faster, Dom, fast-”
They both screamed as they were plunged into total darkness and heard the lock on the back of the 18-wheeler being shoved into place.
__________
Bono watched as the young man slipped the truck driver some cash and instructed him to drive around the block a few times. He looked at his bandmates. “It seems our young Mr. Wolstenholme is quite the diabolical genius,” he remarked.
As the truck pulled out they could hear frantic cries coming from the trailer. The Edge laughed. “It’s always the quiet ones, isn’t it?”
Chris walked past them, bowing as they broke into applause.
Author:
millionstarPairing: Belldom
Rating: NC-17 (I guess?)
Warnings: Here there be smut.
Summary:
mollie_scott was curious as to what might have happened once the boys reached Atlanta. So, here we are. *g*Feedback: Would be lovely, if you are so inclined.
Disclaimer: I don't own Matt, Dom or Chris; the following is pure fiction.
Dom moaned as he began to thrust, shivering at the sight of Matt bent over the railing before him.
“You really are a tight little bitch, Matt. Shit, you feel so fucking good.” For good measure, Dom gave him a hard slap on the arse.
“Bitch? How very dare you, you slut,” Matt shot back.
Dom grinned, running one hand across Matt’s bare, dampened back. “Now. You may touch yourself now.”
Matt began to tug frantically at his throbbing cock. “Do it again,” he pleaded. “Slap me again.”
Dom twisted Matt’s hips to the left and grunted as he gave him another hard slap.
“Oh, fuuuck. Yes, fuck yes, harder!” Matt groaned. “Although, this is not exactly what I had in mind, Dom.”
“Don’t start - you are, technically, mmmmmm, being fucked on Bono’s fancy motorized catwalk,” Dom reminded him, as that familiar delicious tightness began to take shape in his groin.
“Yes. On a piece of it, in the back of a huge dark truck, preparing to leave Atlanta. Takes the mystique out of it a bit.”
Dom sped up his thrusts, throwing his head back as he slammed into Matt. “Less talking, more fucking, Matt,” he panted. “Fuck, I’m close.”
“Me too, faster, Dom, fast-”
They both screamed as they were plunged into total darkness and heard the lock on the back of the 18-wheeler being shoved into place.
__________
Bono watched as the young man slipped the truck driver some cash and instructed him to drive around the block a few times. He looked at his bandmates. “It seems our young Mr. Wolstenholme is quite the diabolical genius,” he remarked.
As the truck pulled out they could hear frantic cries coming from the trailer. The Edge laughed. “It’s always the quiet ones, isn’t it?”
Chris walked past them, bowing as they broke into applause.
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Date: 2009-10-08 11:04 pm (UTC)Matthew talks a mile a minute all the time, I simply have to believe he does the same thing during sex. *nods*
Thanks for the comment. :) (I do adore Lurgee, you know... and I promise to do a better job commenting on it.)
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