The Pleasure Principle (Two/?)
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million_starTitle: The Pleasure Principle (Two/?)
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Pairing: Belldom, AU
Beta: My Random Chants Selection,ophelia1971
Rating: NC 17, to be safe
Warnings: This part: slight smut.
Summary: Our boys are porn stars. Wait, why are you laughing?
Feedback: Makes me happier than Dominic in a shop full of sparkly belts.
Disclaimer: I don't own Matt or Dom, no offense intended, this never happened, and no money is being made. 'Tis fiction, after all.
Big thanks todolce_piccante, frolicandfall and myz_bee for feedback and general badass-ness. No, I don't know if that's a real word or not. :P &hearts
Prologue | One
I'm flipping through my latest script aimlessly when I hear my flatmate come in. Tom's arrival home is a nice distraction from the frankly cringe-worthy dialogue I've been reading for the past hour.
"How'd it go, Thomas?" I call out cheerfully, tossing the script onto the floor.
The only response I get is an intense glare as Tom ducks into the refrigerator for a beer.
"That bad?"
Tom flings his body dramatically into the chair next to me. "This isn't working, Matt," he says quietly. "I don't know who I'm kidding. This whole modeling thing isn't turning out like I'd hoped it would. I just don't have what it takes." He sighs in defeat. "I think I'm doomed to model for underwear catalogs for the rest of my days."
I frown at his words. "Come on, don't say that."
"It's true, though. I'm just being realistic. Actually," he glances at me shyly, "I’ve been thinking, and, well, how difficult is it for someone to, erm, do what you do?"
Much to my own shock and embarrassment, I burst out laughing at Tom's question. In response, he merely gives me the middle finger before scowling at me.
"Don't look at me like that," he mumbles, blushing furiously.
I shake my head in disbelief. "I'm sorry, mate. I just... really? Are you serious?"
"Yes, I am. How hard can it be?" he giggles at his bad joke. "Haha, hard..."
Okay, Thomas. Let's do this, then. I stand in front of him now, arms crossed.
"Take off your clothes."
"Are you stoned?"
"Strike that - better yet, show me your cock."
The look of horror he gives me as he stands up is comical. "What? I- no, Matt!"
"Tom, the first thing that you will be asked to do when you walk in there, is to strip. If you can't do it here in front of me, you don't stand a chance. It's no big deal. Here, I'll go first." I remove my belt in one fluid motion, Tom gasping in protest, covering his eyes.
"No! Stop it! Matt, you're like my brother or something! I do not want to see your dick."
"Breaking news, Thomas: there are dicks in porn. Lots and lots of dicks. You telling me you can‘t handle it?"
With a look of defiance, Tom stands up in front of me and removes his shirt, tossing it aside. I raise an eyebrow as I glance at his chest.
"You're gonna shave that rug, yeah?"
"What?"
"Actually, I think a full wax job will be necessary to remove all that hair," I tease.
"Stop it, Matthew," Tom requests quietly. "Don't make fun of me."
Tom never refers to me as 'Matthew' unless he's upset with me. Clearly I've crossed a line here, and knowing I've upset my best friend in the world makes me feel horrible. With a sigh I smile at him, taking his hand and sitting him down. After shrugging back into his shirt he sits back and refuses to meet my eyes.
"I'm not making fun of you, Tom. I'm just trying to make you understand that this business can be... unpleasant for beginners. Hell, it can be unpleasant for veterans at times. You just took me by surprise, mate. Where has all this come from?"
"You seem to be doing well in the business. Why couldn't I? This is something I've been thinking about for a long time, Matt. You…" he looks away for a second before finishing, "you're not just my best friend, you're the best person I know."
I smile to myself at his words. He's right, we are practically brothers.
"Besides," he interrupts my thoughts, "it's got to be fascinating, really, judging from the stories you're always telling me! Speaking of which, did anything interesting happen today?"
I grin despite myself. "Well, now that you mention it, yes. Something did." He gets comfortable as I recall the events of my day.
Truth be told, I wasn't even supposed to be on set today. I merely stopped by to pick up the aforementioned script. Walking past one of the dressing rooms I could hear two of my fellow actors, (as well as friends of mine) David and Carson, discussing something that interested me greatly. So much so, in fact, that I stopped in my tracks and stuck my head in the door.
"Ten thousand pounds. That's what I heard," Carson remarked casually, eating his lunch at his dressing table.
"Get fucked!" David exclaimed, swinging around in his chair, waving cheerfully as he caught sight of me. "You're full of shit as usual, Carson. Look, here's Matthew, let's ask him."
"Yes, gentlemen, please do!" I replied brightly, stealing the apple from Carson's lunch. "Ask me what, exactly?"
David peered behind me to make sure we were alone at first, then sprinted across the room in his boxers to shut the door. He glanced at Carson, and they both raised their eyebrows so dramatically that I couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Real subtle. What's going on? Why the subterfuge, guys?"
Carson spoke first. "There's a rumor going around about Dominic."
"A fucking hilarious rumor," David giggled. "I don't believe it, myself."
I'm hoping that I appeared nonchalant when I took a bite of the apple. "Our resident diva? Please. What is it now?"
"He loves his cock." Carson smirked.
God help me, my first thought was Don't we all love Dominic‘s cock?
Instead I replied, "What's your point? I love my cock too."
"Enough to insure it for ten thousand pounds?"
Clearly it was a bad idea for me to begin to swallow my bite of apple at that precise time, because I burst out laughing and nearly choked on it on hearing this information. David started to pound on my back and Carson shoved a bottle of water in my face for some reason. Once I had calmed down I wiped my eyes and sat down on the couch, pushing a bottle of lube and a huge dildo to the side.
"Oh, sorry, let me have those," David muttered, taking both items from me. My mind raced at the implications of what I'd just heard. I'd heard of people insuring body parts, sure, but I never thought I would encounter someone who actually has.
"Hold on a second. Where did you hear this?"
"I heard a couple of fluffers talking about it earlier," Carson offered.
"See," David snorted, "rumors. How would a fluffer get their hands on that sort of information?"
"Fair point," I admitted.
"What do you mean? All it would take is a look at his contract to find out once and for all, really. Anyone could sneak in the office and do that. See you around, Matt.” Carson argued, as he put his robe on and left the room.
My mind was still racing. I highly doubted that this was true, but I did have to admit it was very Dominic. It’s just his style to want to generate as much publicity for himself as possible. The room went suddenly silent as I was pondering Carson’s words. I glanced up to see David looking at me with a huge grin on his face.
“No fucking way. I won’t do your dirty work.”
“Come on Matt,” David begged. “Everyone trusts you around here. You’re Mort‘s golden boy. No one would think twice if you stepped into the office for a couple minutes.”
I stood, patting David on the back as I left the room. “No dice, my friend. Catch you tomorrow.”
“You can pretend all you want, Matthew,” he called after me, “but I know you’re curious too!”
“Curious about what?” a voice asked me calmly as I closed the dressing room door.
I was shocked to see Dominic standing in front of me, in a tight white t-shirt, tighter black trousers, and a black scarf adorned with grey sequins. I had trouble keeping my eyes off his upper arms; I wanted nothing more in that moment than to lean in and nibble on his tanned bicep.
He’d never looked sexier to me. Considering the fact that I’d seen him naked a dozen times, that was saying something, really.
“What?” I stammered. Suave, Matthew.
“Your friend,” he cocked his head at the door, “seems to think you’re curious about something, Matthew. Can I help?”
I love the way he says my name.
“It’s nothing, really,” I smiled.
Dominic took a couple steps forward to smooth my collar. My heart was hammering in my chest as he leaned in even closer, as though he wanted nuzzle my neck, or perhaps brush his cheek against my own. Whatever his intent, he was much too close for comfort. When he leaned in even closer the feel of his breath against my ear made me shiver.
“You smell so fucking good,” he whispered. I closed my eyes and struggled to even my breathing, but I was pulled back to reality when cool air hit my cheek as he walked away.
“See?” Tom exclaimed, “Arrogant porn stars with insured cocks? That’s bloody fantastic! So, you didn‘t sneak into the office and look for his contract?”
Damnit, Tom, I was busy daydreaming!
Running one hand through my hair, I shake my head. “Nope. I‘ll find out if it’s true, though, in my own time.”
(In my own way...)
“Do you think Dominic knew what David was talking about?”
“He might have - but I think if that were the case, he would have offered the information himself. He’d be proud of it, after all. Tom, do me a favor?”
Tom stood, yawning. “Name it, as long as I can do it on my way to bed.”
“Promise me you’ll think about this very carefully before jumping into this. Please?”
He nodded. “I will. Night, Matt.”
“Night, Thomas.”
A few minutes later, I’ve stripped down and am under the covers, thinking about today, specifically my encounter with Dominic. As usual, thoughts of him have made me so hard it hurts.
He’s toying with me.
What was he playing at, whispering in my ear that way? I should be angry, but the thought secretly turns me on. It turns me on so much that my hand is suddenly between my legs.
Is it possible that he could be attracted to me? Dominic doesn’t do anything unless he can get something out of it - that much I know. So what does he want with me?
Sitting up, I turn to kneel in front of my headboard. With one hand I grip it tightly, leaning back as I rub myself to full length with the other.
I wish you could have seen him walking away from me, I think he was strutting for my benefit. Hell, let’s be honest, I’m certain he knew my eyes were all over that arse of his.
I’m stroking myself firmly now, biting my lip to silence my moans.
As curious as I am about his intentions, I’ll deal with it tomorrow.
I’m too close to coming to worry about it right now.
Author:
millionstar Pairing: Belldom, AU
Beta: My Random Chants Selection,
ophelia1971 Rating: NC 17, to be safe
Warnings: This part: slight smut.
Summary: Our boys are porn stars. Wait, why are you laughing?
Feedback: Makes me happier than Dominic in a shop full of sparkly belts.
Disclaimer: I don't own Matt or Dom, no offense intended, this never happened, and no money is being made. 'Tis fiction, after all.
Big thanks to
dolce_piccante, frolicandfall and myz_bee for feedback and general badass-ness. No, I don't know if that's a real word or not. :P &hearts Prologue | One
I'm flipping through my latest script aimlessly when I hear my flatmate come in. Tom's arrival home is a nice distraction from the frankly cringe-worthy dialogue I've been reading for the past hour.
"How'd it go, Thomas?" I call out cheerfully, tossing the script onto the floor.
The only response I get is an intense glare as Tom ducks into the refrigerator for a beer.
"That bad?"
Tom flings his body dramatically into the chair next to me. "This isn't working, Matt," he says quietly. "I don't know who I'm kidding. This whole modeling thing isn't turning out like I'd hoped it would. I just don't have what it takes." He sighs in defeat. "I think I'm doomed to model for underwear catalogs for the rest of my days."
I frown at his words. "Come on, don't say that."
"It's true, though. I'm just being realistic. Actually," he glances at me shyly, "I’ve been thinking, and, well, how difficult is it for someone to, erm, do what you do?"
Much to my own shock and embarrassment, I burst out laughing at Tom's question. In response, he merely gives me the middle finger before scowling at me.
"Don't look at me like that," he mumbles, blushing furiously.
I shake my head in disbelief. "I'm sorry, mate. I just... really? Are you serious?"
"Yes, I am. How hard can it be?" he giggles at his bad joke. "Haha, hard..."
Okay, Thomas. Let's do this, then. I stand in front of him now, arms crossed.
"Take off your clothes."
"Are you stoned?"
"Strike that - better yet, show me your cock."
The look of horror he gives me as he stands up is comical. "What? I- no, Matt!"
"Tom, the first thing that you will be asked to do when you walk in there, is to strip. If you can't do it here in front of me, you don't stand a chance. It's no big deal. Here, I'll go first." I remove my belt in one fluid motion, Tom gasping in protest, covering his eyes.
"No! Stop it! Matt, you're like my brother or something! I do not want to see your dick."
"Breaking news, Thomas: there are dicks in porn. Lots and lots of dicks. You telling me you can‘t handle it?"
With a look of defiance, Tom stands up in front of me and removes his shirt, tossing it aside. I raise an eyebrow as I glance at his chest.
"You're gonna shave that rug, yeah?"
"What?"
"Actually, I think a full wax job will be necessary to remove all that hair," I tease.
"Stop it, Matthew," Tom requests quietly. "Don't make fun of me."
Tom never refers to me as 'Matthew' unless he's upset with me. Clearly I've crossed a line here, and knowing I've upset my best friend in the world makes me feel horrible. With a sigh I smile at him, taking his hand and sitting him down. After shrugging back into his shirt he sits back and refuses to meet my eyes.
"I'm not making fun of you, Tom. I'm just trying to make you understand that this business can be... unpleasant for beginners. Hell, it can be unpleasant for veterans at times. You just took me by surprise, mate. Where has all this come from?"
"You seem to be doing well in the business. Why couldn't I? This is something I've been thinking about for a long time, Matt. You…" he looks away for a second before finishing, "you're not just my best friend, you're the best person I know."
I smile to myself at his words. He's right, we are practically brothers.
"Besides," he interrupts my thoughts, "it's got to be fascinating, really, judging from the stories you're always telling me! Speaking of which, did anything interesting happen today?"
I grin despite myself. "Well, now that you mention it, yes. Something did." He gets comfortable as I recall the events of my day.
Truth be told, I wasn't even supposed to be on set today. I merely stopped by to pick up the aforementioned script. Walking past one of the dressing rooms I could hear two of my fellow actors, (as well as friends of mine) David and Carson, discussing something that interested me greatly. So much so, in fact, that I stopped in my tracks and stuck my head in the door.
"Ten thousand pounds. That's what I heard," Carson remarked casually, eating his lunch at his dressing table.
"Get fucked!" David exclaimed, swinging around in his chair, waving cheerfully as he caught sight of me. "You're full of shit as usual, Carson. Look, here's Matthew, let's ask him."
"Yes, gentlemen, please do!" I replied brightly, stealing the apple from Carson's lunch. "Ask me what, exactly?"
David peered behind me to make sure we were alone at first, then sprinted across the room in his boxers to shut the door. He glanced at Carson, and they both raised their eyebrows so dramatically that I couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Real subtle. What's going on? Why the subterfuge, guys?"
Carson spoke first. "There's a rumor going around about Dominic."
"A fucking hilarious rumor," David giggled. "I don't believe it, myself."
I'm hoping that I appeared nonchalant when I took a bite of the apple. "Our resident diva? Please. What is it now?"
"He loves his cock." Carson smirked.
God help me, my first thought was Don't we all love Dominic‘s cock?
Instead I replied, "What's your point? I love my cock too."
"Enough to insure it for ten thousand pounds?"
Clearly it was a bad idea for me to begin to swallow my bite of apple at that precise time, because I burst out laughing and nearly choked on it on hearing this information. David started to pound on my back and Carson shoved a bottle of water in my face for some reason. Once I had calmed down I wiped my eyes and sat down on the couch, pushing a bottle of lube and a huge dildo to the side.
"Oh, sorry, let me have those," David muttered, taking both items from me. My mind raced at the implications of what I'd just heard. I'd heard of people insuring body parts, sure, but I never thought I would encounter someone who actually has.
"Hold on a second. Where did you hear this?"
"I heard a couple of fluffers talking about it earlier," Carson offered.
"See," David snorted, "rumors. How would a fluffer get their hands on that sort of information?"
"Fair point," I admitted.
"What do you mean? All it would take is a look at his contract to find out once and for all, really. Anyone could sneak in the office and do that. See you around, Matt.” Carson argued, as he put his robe on and left the room.
My mind was still racing. I highly doubted that this was true, but I did have to admit it was very Dominic. It’s just his style to want to generate as much publicity for himself as possible. The room went suddenly silent as I was pondering Carson’s words. I glanced up to see David looking at me with a huge grin on his face.
“No fucking way. I won’t do your dirty work.”
“Come on Matt,” David begged. “Everyone trusts you around here. You’re Mort‘s golden boy. No one would think twice if you stepped into the office for a couple minutes.”
I stood, patting David on the back as I left the room. “No dice, my friend. Catch you tomorrow.”
“You can pretend all you want, Matthew,” he called after me, “but I know you’re curious too!”
“Curious about what?” a voice asked me calmly as I closed the dressing room door.
I was shocked to see Dominic standing in front of me, in a tight white t-shirt, tighter black trousers, and a black scarf adorned with grey sequins. I had trouble keeping my eyes off his upper arms; I wanted nothing more in that moment than to lean in and nibble on his tanned bicep.
He’d never looked sexier to me. Considering the fact that I’d seen him naked a dozen times, that was saying something, really.
“What?” I stammered. Suave, Matthew.
“Your friend,” he cocked his head at the door, “seems to think you’re curious about something, Matthew. Can I help?”
I love the way he says my name.
“It’s nothing, really,” I smiled.
Dominic took a couple steps forward to smooth my collar. My heart was hammering in my chest as he leaned in even closer, as though he wanted nuzzle my neck, or perhaps brush his cheek against my own. Whatever his intent, he was much too close for comfort. When he leaned in even closer the feel of his breath against my ear made me shiver.
“You smell so fucking good,” he whispered. I closed my eyes and struggled to even my breathing, but I was pulled back to reality when cool air hit my cheek as he walked away.
“See?” Tom exclaimed, “Arrogant porn stars with insured cocks? That’s bloody fantastic! So, you didn‘t sneak into the office and look for his contract?”
Damnit, Tom, I was busy daydreaming!
Running one hand through my hair, I shake my head. “Nope. I‘ll find out if it’s true, though, in my own time.”
(In my own way...)
“Do you think Dominic knew what David was talking about?”
“He might have - but I think if that were the case, he would have offered the information himself. He’d be proud of it, after all. Tom, do me a favor?”
Tom stood, yawning. “Name it, as long as I can do it on my way to bed.”
“Promise me you’ll think about this very carefully before jumping into this. Please?”
He nodded. “I will. Night, Matt.”
“Night, Thomas.”
A few minutes later, I’ve stripped down and am under the covers, thinking about today, specifically my encounter with Dominic. As usual, thoughts of him have made me so hard it hurts.
He’s toying with me.
What was he playing at, whispering in my ear that way? I should be angry, but the thought secretly turns me on. It turns me on so much that my hand is suddenly between my legs.
Is it possible that he could be attracted to me? Dominic doesn’t do anything unless he can get something out of it - that much I know. So what does he want with me?
Sitting up, I turn to kneel in front of my headboard. With one hand I grip it tightly, leaning back as I rub myself to full length with the other.
I wish you could have seen him walking away from me, I think he was strutting for my benefit. Hell, let’s be honest, I’m certain he knew my eyes were all over that arse of his.
I’m stroking myself firmly now, biting my lip to silence my moans.
As curious as I am about his intentions, I’ll deal with it tomorrow.
I’m too close to coming to worry about it right now.
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Date: 2010-03-18 08:20 pm (UTC)http://www.linkfun.net/fun-videos/warum_liegt_hier_denn_stroh_rum_video-202
(apparently it's part of a real porno…)
Let me translate:
This is the stream box(?) that we always have problems with. If you could please have a look at that.
Mhm, yeah, sure. But why is here hay lying around?
Mhm, dunno. Why are you wearing a mask?
Mhmm… pfhuh. Why don't you suck me?
Hence a German Chuck Norris fact being: Chuck Norris knows whey there's hay lying around. XD
Okay, onwards with your feedback. :P
Or more random facts I learnt today.
Masturbation makes fit. Saw it in tv today. *nod*nod*
2-3 masturbation training session the week are good for your circulation, blood pressure and all that. I was busy laughing at the word Masturbationstrainingseinheiten, so I missed most of the following information…
And now, allow me to quote:
He’s toying with me.
I think I'm in a serious submissive!Matt phase again and this line is a box ticker…
I guess playing hard to get is getting harder with the day. XD
(no puns intended in that sentence)
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Date: 2010-03-21 07:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-21 08:09 pm (UTC)And yes, they so are. I love random facts.
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Date: 2010-03-18 08:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-22 12:13 am (UTC)And Tom is something special, trufax. *nods* :d
xxx
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Date: 2010-03-18 08:36 pm (UTC)Like Cat said I am so glad you are continuing with this *hugs*. Your writing is so different in this to 'Steps'. It seems more assured and mature and the dialogue really smaps and sparkles. I don't know if it is because it is a different style of fic (which really suits your style IMHO) or you maturing and gaining confidence as a writer. Whatever the reason, it is utterly brilliant and I look forward to more.
The characters and role reversal of Dom and Matt's traditional real life roles is perfect. Dom is so hot it fucking hurts. Matt being 'submissive' (perfect word Stef!) is also ticking my boxes and to see Tom as a proper character, not a throw away cut-out, is always good.
Brava darling, brava!
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Date: 2010-03-18 10:01 pm (UTC)guhhhh dom arse <3 love this fic!! love you!
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Date: 2010-03-18 10:07 pm (UTC)such an awesome to read when i wake up in the morning. :)
can't wait for more. :D
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Date: 2010-03-18 10:19 pm (UTC)This is one of the best first persons I've ever read, and I know how difficult it is to write first person... It may seem easy but it's not. You have to put yourself into one character and sometimes write things you don't really agree in order to make it sound like it's not you telling the story.
Anyway! I love this sarcastic Matt! And even though this is a story line so so different from 17Steps, I can still see so clearly that it's your work. Also, I LOVE Thomas here hehehe Almost as much as I love Matty boy. The bond between them is so amazing to read...
And now, bring more of that diva Dom mwahahaha The whispering was phowaaarrr hehehe
*hugs you*
xxx
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Date: 2010-03-18 11:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-19 12:15 am (UTC)<33
so many lulz ;-)
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Date: 2010-03-19 03:23 pm (UTC)I like the atmosphere of this fic, is so...cheeky and funny, it´s different and that´s why I love it.
and Tom wants to become a porn-star! xDDDDDDDD does he have any idea of where´s he getting into?, ahahahahaha. Poor lad.
xox
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Date: 2010-03-19 07:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-19 10:45 pm (UTC)*giggles*
*waves hand frantically* NOOOOOOO TOM!!!!!!
Aww, Matthew... <3
Oh. oh. oh. oh. OH MATTHEW!!!!!!
*is spent*
thanks chicka *stumbles weak-kneed away*
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Date: 2010-03-22 04:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-10 03:37 pm (UTC)Dom/ Matt/Tom??????
Love the easy, confident,assured sexuality that Dom radiates. It is completeely mesmerising. hmmmmmmm.
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Date: 2010-05-12 01:24 pm (UTC)Yes. Yes, we do. XD
The idea of Dom insuring his cock just absolutely cracked me up. I cannot wait to have Matt going "well let's see if it's worth the money!" xxxx
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Date: 2010-11-25 11:56 pm (UTC)"Yes, I am. How hard can it be?" he giggles at his bad joke. "Haha, hard..."
LOL at Tom. He is so shy, I can't imagine him as a porn star. :P
I wonder if the rumours about Dom are true, it is realistic for a diva like him.
I’m too close to coming to worry about it right now.
=)) Haha!
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Date: 2012-05-08 03:06 pm (UTC)I loved the way Dom leaned closer to Matt and smelled him. That was hooot as hell.
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Date: 2013-11-06 01:27 pm (UTC)And this Dom is so full of himself. I love to learn what he's up to with Matt. But he should lose some of his diva before engaging with Matt, for he deserves a kind person.
Loved the way Matt showed Tom how the business works. Though it might be easier to strip in front of strangers than in front of your best friend ...