Seventeen Steps (10a/?)
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million_starTitle: Seventeen Steps (10a/?)
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
millionstar
Pairing: Belldom (AU)
Rating: Will vary, this chapter: NC-17
Warnings: None
Beta: My Random Chants Selection,ophelia1971 &hearts
Summary: Matthew is intrigued by his newest neighbor.
Feedback: Would be lovely, if you are so inclined.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse; the following is pure fiction.
A/N: This is a super quick update I know, but it's ready so I may as well post it. :)
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine
Matthew looked at the clock for the millionth time Saturday evening. 7.13.
Get a grip, Matthew. You’ll see him soon enough!
He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this particular rush. For the first part of the afternoon Matthew had paced around the flat. The latter part he had spent trying to calm himself down, but every time he sat down with a book or fired up his laptop invariably his mind would drift away on thoughts of Dominic.
Eventually his eyes fell on the pile of post he had tossed on the table earlier without going through. He rifled through the envelopes, eyes widening as a familiar brown envelope fell to the floor.
Not today. Please, just… not today.
With a trembling hand he picked it up. He opened it slowly, even though he already knew what was inside. Sure enough, it was his father’s annual Christmas cheque. Matthew had no idea why his father had started sending him money these past four Decembers. More importantly, he had no idea how his father even knew where he lived.
He sighed. One thousand pounds. Same as always. He wondered if sending it made his father sleep better at night. If he only knew what Matthew did with it every year.
Matthew smirked despite himself. He would take the cheque to his bank on Monday morning and wait for it to clear. Once it had, he would pick a charity to sign it over to. Same as always. Matthew could really use the money, that was certain, but he’d be damned before he’d take anything from his father. This way, at least someone benefited from the money.
He thought of Paige’s plight. Maybe this year, he would give it to the Teenage Cancer Trust. He nodded; the thought made him feel much better. And what of Paige and Dominic? Did they have any family to speak of? Would Dominic even be around for the holiday, or did they have family to spend it with?
Matthew reckoned he would stay with Chris and Kelly, like he’d done the past few years. Last Christmas Eve he and Chris had climbed on the roof. Matthew had provided footsteps that the kids could hear from inside the house, and Chris had tossed a Santa hat down the chimney. Kelly had set up a camera so that Matthew and Chris could see the little ones’ reactions to their antics once she had them all tucked in bed. Matthew grinned at the memory of wide eyes & open mouths as the mini-Wolstenholmes realized that Santa was, in fact, on their roof. He and Chris and Kelly had stayed up till three in the morning wrapping presents.
Mathew remembered being wakened by those beautiful children piling on top of him excitedly on Christmas morning.
“Matthew!!! It’s Christmas! Get up!”
“Poke him in the bum, that’ll wake him up!”
“We wanna give you your presents! Hurry!”
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. He jumped up and hurried to open it. Dominic’s smiling face was waiting for him on the other side.
“Hello stranger,” he winked. Matthew moved aside, grinning as Dominic walked inside, his hands full of bags.
And just like that thoughts of his father left Matthew‘s mind. All he could see now was Dominic. He shut his door and walked into his little kitchen. Dominic had removed his jacket and was emptying the contents of his bags onto the table. When he saw Matthew he stopped and walked toward him.
Dominic pulled him close, enveloping Matthew in his arms. “I’ve missed you. Did you have a good week?”
Matthew held him tightly, exhaling into his neck. “Thanks to your wake-up calls I did,” he answered truthfully. He raised his head and placed a quick kiss on Dominic’s cheek. “How’s Paige? Did her friend make it into town safely?”
Dominic nodded. “Paige is fine. No doubt she and Eve are catching up on gossip.” His eyes swept over Matthew’s body. “You look great in all white,” he whispered, fingering the collar of Matthew’s shirt.
“Well, you look great in blue leopard print. And believe me, that’s something I never thought I’d say to anyone…ever.”
They both laughed, resting their foreheads against each other. Matthew leaned close and kissed Dominic softly. Suddenly he released him.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” he admitted sheepishly. “Should we eat?” He started to walk away but Dominic held him firmly, his lips inches from Matthew’s ear.
“Maybe. It all depends,” he murmured, “On what you’re hungry for…” He lightly sucked on Matthew’s earlobe.
Matthew’s eyes fluttered shut. “What did you make us?”
Dominic moved his attention to Matthew’s neck, kissing a trail down to his collarbone. “Pumpkin ravioli,” he answered.
“Sounds delicious,” Matthew gasped, his hands snaking beneath Dominic’s shirt.
“Oh, it is, if I do say so myself,” Dominic replied cheekily. “But you taste much, much…“ he kissed Matthew’s neck wetly, “…better.”
Matthew pressed his lips against Dominic’s urgently, his hands fisting in Dominic’s hair. Dominic picked him up and sat him down on the counter. They both made quick work of each others shirts, trembling fingers fumbling with the buttons. Impatiently, Dominic ripped the last two buttons on Matthew’s shirt. Matthew giggled as Dominic’s eyes widened and he covered his mouth with his hand.
“Shit. I’m sorry?”
“Don’t be, just get your damned shirt off, Howard,” Matthew growled. He stopped abruptly, causing Dominic to do the same. Matthew looked into Dominic’s eyes.
“Bedroom,” he whispered.
Dominic picked him up and carried him down the hallway hurriedly. Once inside he put Matthew down and they both set to removing their clothes as quickly as possible.
It didn’t take long.
Shyness seemed to stop them, though, for once they found themselves in nothing but boxers they stopped undressing. They looked at each other, flushing ever so slightly. Once he was free of his jeans Dominic laid back on the blue sheets. He held his hand out to Matthew, smiling softly.
Matthew slowly climbed onto the bed. He allowed his eyes to drink in the sight of Dominic before him. From the golden curve of his shoulder, to the flat, toned skin of his stomach, to the tiny trail of hair that began underneath his navel: he was beautiful.
Matthew reached out to lace his fingers through Dominic’s. He brought Dominic’s fingers to his lips before kissing them gently, as he slowly lay down next to him. Dominic curled his arm underneath Matthew’s neck, pulling him closer as they snuggled into the blankets. Matthew reluctantly released Dominic’s hand so that he could stroke his shoulder. Dominic sighed and pulled Matthew so close to him that he could feel the heat radiating from the brunet’s body. Matthew ran his fingers through Dominic’s hair, happy to learn that it was as soft and silky as he’d imagined it would be.
Dominic held him close and kissed his cheek sweetly. Their legs tangled in the sheets as Dominic took Matthew’s face in his hands and placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth. Matthew rolled onto his back, pulling Dominic on top of him. The blond shuddered, burying his face in Matthew’s neck. He pulled back, hungrily eyeing the ivory skin. He leaned in and licked a path from Matthew’s collarbone to his earlobe. When Matthew arched his back in pleasure, Dominic repeated the motion.
“More,” Matthew moaned.
Dominic smiled into Matthew’s neck as he alternated soft kisses with gentle licks. “You’re delicious, Matthew.” He replaced the soft kisses with urgent nibbles. “Want to taste every inch of you.” Dominic scooted down Matthew’s body, pausing as he reached Matthew’s chest.
Matthew cried out as Dominic sucked on one hard, perfect nipple. He wrapped his arms around Dominic’s back, allowing his hands to drift further south until he slipped his hands under Dominic’s boxers. Dominic released Matthew’s nipple and raised his head with a moan when he felt Matthew’s hands on his bare arse.
Luminous grey eyes met radiant blue ones.
Warm lips hovered mere inches from each other.
Their breaths mingled.
Moist, hot tongues met, curling around each other softly, yet passionately.
Two hearts beat in time.
Dominic’s eyes widened as Matthew slowly pushed Dominic’s boxers down. Matthew hooked his feet in the waistband, forcing them the rest of the way down Dominic’s legs. Turning his head, Dominic kicked them the rest of the way off. He leaned in and kissed Matthew again, before ghosting his fingers across the top of Matthew‘s boxers.
“Can I?” Dominic whispered into Matthew’s mouth, shaking.
Matthew merely nodded, licking his lips. He wanted to say something , but had suddenly lost his ability to string words together. He lifted his hips as Dominic sat up and swiftly removed the last piece of clothing between them. Dominic shook his head in wonder at the sight of Matthew before him. His porcelain skin shone against the blue bed sheets, from his shoulders all the way to his feet.
Except for the stiff, thick skin between Matthew’s legs that is. Skin that was now standing at attention. That particular bit of skin was pink and swollen. It was all Dominic could do to stop himself from leaning down and licking a wet stripe up Matthew’s dripping cock.
Dominic swallowed thickly before speaking. “You’re stunning, Matthew.” He ran one hand across Matthew’s stomach. “So soft and warm and gorgeous.”
Matthew shook his head slightly. “Me? No, not me, I - I’m not-”
“Shhh. None of that. Yes. You. Are.” Dominic proclaimed, punctuating each word with a kiss to Matthew’s shoulder. Without warning he covered Matthew’s body with his own, causing them both to cry out as their cocks rubbed together for the first time. Dominic gasped and rolled his hips again as Matthew did the same, both of them craving that perfect friction.
“Is this, ohhhh, really happening?” Matthew whispered, fighting back happy tears. “Are you real?”
Dominic stopped his movements, frowning slightly at the beautiful man beneath him. His heart ached as he watched one tear fall from the corner of Matthew’s eye. Impulsively he leant in to kiss it away. He cupped Matthew’s face in his hands, and smiled at him.
“I’m right here, Matthew,” he breathed.
Matthew wrapped his legs around Dominic, leaning up to make a request in Dominic’s ear.
“Touch me, Dominic.”
Author:
millionstarPairing: Belldom (AU)
Rating: Will vary, this chapter: NC-17
Warnings: None
Beta: My Random Chants Selection,
ophelia1971 &heartsSummary: Matthew is intrigued by his newest neighbor.
Feedback: Would be lovely, if you are so inclined.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse; the following is pure fiction.
A/N: This is a super quick update I know, but it's ready so I may as well post it. :)
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine
Matthew looked at the clock for the millionth time Saturday evening. 7.13.
Get a grip, Matthew. You’ll see him soon enough!
He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this particular rush. For the first part of the afternoon Matthew had paced around the flat. The latter part he had spent trying to calm himself down, but every time he sat down with a book or fired up his laptop invariably his mind would drift away on thoughts of Dominic.
Eventually his eyes fell on the pile of post he had tossed on the table earlier without going through. He rifled through the envelopes, eyes widening as a familiar brown envelope fell to the floor.
Not today. Please, just… not today.
With a trembling hand he picked it up. He opened it slowly, even though he already knew what was inside. Sure enough, it was his father’s annual Christmas cheque. Matthew had no idea why his father had started sending him money these past four Decembers. More importantly, he had no idea how his father even knew where he lived.
He sighed. One thousand pounds. Same as always. He wondered if sending it made his father sleep better at night. If he only knew what Matthew did with it every year.
Matthew smirked despite himself. He would take the cheque to his bank on Monday morning and wait for it to clear. Once it had, he would pick a charity to sign it over to. Same as always. Matthew could really use the money, that was certain, but he’d be damned before he’d take anything from his father. This way, at least someone benefited from the money.
He thought of Paige’s plight. Maybe this year, he would give it to the Teenage Cancer Trust. He nodded; the thought made him feel much better. And what of Paige and Dominic? Did they have any family to speak of? Would Dominic even be around for the holiday, or did they have family to spend it with?
Matthew reckoned he would stay with Chris and Kelly, like he’d done the past few years. Last Christmas Eve he and Chris had climbed on the roof. Matthew had provided footsteps that the kids could hear from inside the house, and Chris had tossed a Santa hat down the chimney. Kelly had set up a camera so that Matthew and Chris could see the little ones’ reactions to their antics once she had them all tucked in bed. Matthew grinned at the memory of wide eyes & open mouths as the mini-Wolstenholmes realized that Santa was, in fact, on their roof. He and Chris and Kelly had stayed up till three in the morning wrapping presents.
Mathew remembered being wakened by those beautiful children piling on top of him excitedly on Christmas morning.
“Matthew!!! It’s Christmas! Get up!”
“Poke him in the bum, that’ll wake him up!”
“We wanna give you your presents! Hurry!”
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. He jumped up and hurried to open it. Dominic’s smiling face was waiting for him on the other side.
“Hello stranger,” he winked. Matthew moved aside, grinning as Dominic walked inside, his hands full of bags.
And just like that thoughts of his father left Matthew‘s mind. All he could see now was Dominic. He shut his door and walked into his little kitchen. Dominic had removed his jacket and was emptying the contents of his bags onto the table. When he saw Matthew he stopped and walked toward him.
Dominic pulled him close, enveloping Matthew in his arms. “I’ve missed you. Did you have a good week?”
Matthew held him tightly, exhaling into his neck. “Thanks to your wake-up calls I did,” he answered truthfully. He raised his head and placed a quick kiss on Dominic’s cheek. “How’s Paige? Did her friend make it into town safely?”
Dominic nodded. “Paige is fine. No doubt she and Eve are catching up on gossip.” His eyes swept over Matthew’s body. “You look great in all white,” he whispered, fingering the collar of Matthew’s shirt.
“Well, you look great in blue leopard print. And believe me, that’s something I never thought I’d say to anyone…ever.”
They both laughed, resting their foreheads against each other. Matthew leaned close and kissed Dominic softly. Suddenly he released him.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” he admitted sheepishly. “Should we eat?” He started to walk away but Dominic held him firmly, his lips inches from Matthew’s ear.
“Maybe. It all depends,” he murmured, “On what you’re hungry for…” He lightly sucked on Matthew’s earlobe.
Matthew’s eyes fluttered shut. “What did you make us?”
Dominic moved his attention to Matthew’s neck, kissing a trail down to his collarbone. “Pumpkin ravioli,” he answered.
“Sounds delicious,” Matthew gasped, his hands snaking beneath Dominic’s shirt.
“Oh, it is, if I do say so myself,” Dominic replied cheekily. “But you taste much, much…“ he kissed Matthew’s neck wetly, “…better.”
Matthew pressed his lips against Dominic’s urgently, his hands fisting in Dominic’s hair. Dominic picked him up and sat him down on the counter. They both made quick work of each others shirts, trembling fingers fumbling with the buttons. Impatiently, Dominic ripped the last two buttons on Matthew’s shirt. Matthew giggled as Dominic’s eyes widened and he covered his mouth with his hand.
“Shit. I’m sorry?”
“Don’t be, just get your damned shirt off, Howard,” Matthew growled. He stopped abruptly, causing Dominic to do the same. Matthew looked into Dominic’s eyes.
“Bedroom,” he whispered.
Dominic picked him up and carried him down the hallway hurriedly. Once inside he put Matthew down and they both set to removing their clothes as quickly as possible.
It didn’t take long.
Shyness seemed to stop them, though, for once they found themselves in nothing but boxers they stopped undressing. They looked at each other, flushing ever so slightly. Once he was free of his jeans Dominic laid back on the blue sheets. He held his hand out to Matthew, smiling softly.
Matthew slowly climbed onto the bed. He allowed his eyes to drink in the sight of Dominic before him. From the golden curve of his shoulder, to the flat, toned skin of his stomach, to the tiny trail of hair that began underneath his navel: he was beautiful.
Matthew reached out to lace his fingers through Dominic’s. He brought Dominic’s fingers to his lips before kissing them gently, as he slowly lay down next to him. Dominic curled his arm underneath Matthew’s neck, pulling him closer as they snuggled into the blankets. Matthew reluctantly released Dominic’s hand so that he could stroke his shoulder. Dominic sighed and pulled Matthew so close to him that he could feel the heat radiating from the brunet’s body. Matthew ran his fingers through Dominic’s hair, happy to learn that it was as soft and silky as he’d imagined it would be.
Dominic held him close and kissed his cheek sweetly. Their legs tangled in the sheets as Dominic took Matthew’s face in his hands and placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth. Matthew rolled onto his back, pulling Dominic on top of him. The blond shuddered, burying his face in Matthew’s neck. He pulled back, hungrily eyeing the ivory skin. He leaned in and licked a path from Matthew’s collarbone to his earlobe. When Matthew arched his back in pleasure, Dominic repeated the motion.
“More,” Matthew moaned.
Dominic smiled into Matthew’s neck as he alternated soft kisses with gentle licks. “You’re delicious, Matthew.” He replaced the soft kisses with urgent nibbles. “Want to taste every inch of you.” Dominic scooted down Matthew’s body, pausing as he reached Matthew’s chest.
Matthew cried out as Dominic sucked on one hard, perfect nipple. He wrapped his arms around Dominic’s back, allowing his hands to drift further south until he slipped his hands under Dominic’s boxers. Dominic released Matthew’s nipple and raised his head with a moan when he felt Matthew’s hands on his bare arse.
Luminous grey eyes met radiant blue ones.
Warm lips hovered mere inches from each other.
Their breaths mingled.
Moist, hot tongues met, curling around each other softly, yet passionately.
Two hearts beat in time.
Dominic’s eyes widened as Matthew slowly pushed Dominic’s boxers down. Matthew hooked his feet in the waistband, forcing them the rest of the way down Dominic’s legs. Turning his head, Dominic kicked them the rest of the way off. He leaned in and kissed Matthew again, before ghosting his fingers across the top of Matthew‘s boxers.
“Can I?” Dominic whispered into Matthew’s mouth, shaking.
Matthew merely nodded, licking his lips. He wanted to say something , but had suddenly lost his ability to string words together. He lifted his hips as Dominic sat up and swiftly removed the last piece of clothing between them. Dominic shook his head in wonder at the sight of Matthew before him. His porcelain skin shone against the blue bed sheets, from his shoulders all the way to his feet.
Except for the stiff, thick skin between Matthew’s legs that is. Skin that was now standing at attention. That particular bit of skin was pink and swollen. It was all Dominic could do to stop himself from leaning down and licking a wet stripe up Matthew’s dripping cock.
Dominic swallowed thickly before speaking. “You’re stunning, Matthew.” He ran one hand across Matthew’s stomach. “So soft and warm and gorgeous.”
Matthew shook his head slightly. “Me? No, not me, I - I’m not-”
“Shhh. None of that. Yes. You. Are.” Dominic proclaimed, punctuating each word with a kiss to Matthew’s shoulder. Without warning he covered Matthew’s body with his own, causing them both to cry out as their cocks rubbed together for the first time. Dominic gasped and rolled his hips again as Matthew did the same, both of them craving that perfect friction.
“Is this, ohhhh, really happening?” Matthew whispered, fighting back happy tears. “Are you real?”
Dominic stopped his movements, frowning slightly at the beautiful man beneath him. His heart ached as he watched one tear fall from the corner of Matthew’s eye. Impulsively he leant in to kiss it away. He cupped Matthew’s face in his hands, and smiled at him.
“I’m right here, Matthew,” he breathed.
Matthew wrapped his legs around Dominic, leaning up to make a request in Dominic’s ear.
“Touch me, Dominic.”
