Let Them Eat Cock
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million_starTitle: Let Them Eat Cock (Birthday gift for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
theyellow_daisy)
Author:millionstar
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: I dunno, R, maybe?
Warnings: Slight smut, language, unfortunate pastries...
Summary: Dominic + erotic cakes = a confused, frightened Matthew.
Feedback: Is lovely, if you are so inclined.
Disclaimer: Don't own Muse, this is fiction, no money being made, no offense intended.
Author's Note: This is a little something I whipped up for my wifey Katy for her birthday. I wish I could do more for you on your special day, K - cause you certainly deserve it. You're one of the best people I know, you're kind, funny, gorgeous, a talented MSer, and a wonderful friend. I'm so proud of you - I hope you know that, kid. &hearts I know you have alot on your mind right now, but still, I hope you like this, and that it makes you smile a little. &hearts HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! For you, Dommers:
HUGE thanks todolce_piccante and myz_bee for feedback / invaluable assistance. Cheers, gals! <33
Matt woke with one all-consuming thought on his mind: Best. Birthday. Ever.
There had been no need to even turn down the duvet; he just kicked off his shoes, curled up atop the covers and let the calmness of the afternoon wash over him. Lazy mid-day naps were a rare treat for him. A few stolen moments of kip on a tour bus or airplane were the most he could manage whilst on the road. But now that he was home, in his own bed he could truly rest.
It had been a fantastic birthday so far - from the moment he woke up this morning...
"Mmmm. Dom..." Matt whispered. He was still drifting in that pleasant not-quite-awake state, and the sensation of a pair of warm, wet lips marking his inner thigh with kisses felt incredibly good.
"Happy birthday, Bells" Dom murmured against his hipbone. Matt's eyes opened and fell on the clock beside the bed.
5:31 am. Much too early to get up, but the perfect time for an early birthday morning shag.
Wordlessly, he pulled Dom close to kiss him, the sheets falling from their bodies. Moments like this made Matt thankful that both of them slept in the nude. The removal of clothing, while itself pleasurable, was a task that it was nice to be able to skip.
Both of their bodies were still warm and heavy with sleep, their hands exploring silken skin whilst still sharing kisses. Muffled gasps laced with the occasional moan were the only sounds audible in the dimly lit bedroom. Dom snaked one arm between them, grasping their erections at the same time. He gifted them both with slow, tight tugs, Matt turning them onto their sides so he could hook one leg over Dom's for leverage.
Their lips never parted.
After their morning session, Dom had insisted Matt stay under the covers so that Dom could bring him breakfast in bed. Once they had eaten Dom disappeared for an hour. Matt had asked him where he was going, but Dom only winked at him before leaving him alone. The singer had wandered around the flat the rest of the morning, taking phone calls from friends wishing him a happy birthday, and being generally lazy. Eventually he decided that a power nap was in order.
Upon hearing the door open quietly some time later he smiled to himself, for there was no doubt as to who his visitor was. Eyes still closed, his pulse quickened when the bed dipped slightly and a pair of strong arms surrounded him. Matt relaxed into Dom's embrace, turning to face him with a sleepy smile.
"Good nap, birthday boy?" Dom whispered.
"Fucking fantastic nap." Matt pushed Dom onto his back and rested his head on the blonde's chest, the sound of Dom's heartbeat threatening to lull him to sleep again. "What time is it?"
"Four o'clock."
"What?" Matt exclaimed. "Shit, I didn't mean to sleep that long."
Dom chuckled. "What does it matter? It's your birthday, you can do whatever you like."
"You're spoiling me today, Dom."
Dom enveloped Matt in his arms, holding him tightly. "I like spoiling you, and I'm not done yet. I have something else for you." The drummer flipped them, leaning in for a series of slow, lazy kisses.
"Oh?" Matt shivered under Dom's touch, his curiosity (among other things) piqued.
"Don't you want your birthday cake?"
"Cake? Fuck, yes, I do!" Matt shot up off the bed so fast that Dom fell off the side, both of them bursting out in giggles. Dom jumped up and made for the door.
"Come on, then, it's in the kitchen!" With that the blonde positively sprinted from the room, excited at the prospect of... cake. Not sex, not music, but... cake. Matt trudged behind him dutifully, stopping at the sight of a large white box on their kitchen table.
Dom grinned. "Go on then, open it!"
Matt did as he was told. He opened the box and his mouth promptly fell open.
"Nice, yeah?"
There were many adjectives that Matt could have used to describe the cake he was staring at. Odd, bizarre, frightening, perhaps, but not 'nice'.
It was shaped like a penis. A disturbingly accurate representation of one, too.
"It... it's a cock, Dom." Matt said slowly. But there was something that was bothering Matt more than the simple fact that his birthday cake this year was shaped like a dick. He was having trouble, though, putting his finger on it...
"I know!" Dom said excitedly. "I found an erotic bakery online last week, and thought you'd get a kick out of a cock cake. It's realistic, isn't it?"
Aha! That was it, Matt thought.
It was too realistic.
It curved to the left slightly... just like Matt's does.
A pronounced vein curved up from the underside, extending to the head... just like Matt's. The singer was struck with the sudden urge to pull his pants down and take a closer look at Little Bells for verification - but he fought it.
"Dom?" he mumbled. "This looks, erm... very realistic. If I didn't know better I'd say that it's-"
"An exact representation of your cock?" Dom interrupted, still grinning.
Matt nodded while doing something he hadn't done in, well, it seemed like years: he blushed deeply. He knew he needed to be careful here. Dom was clearly proud of himself and this sugary nightmare, and Matt didn't want to hurt his feelings. There was a question on his lips, but he was afraid to speak it.
"That's because it IS!" Dom cackled.
Matt swallowed. "Dom?"
"Yeah?"
"How did the bakery know what my cock looked like in the first place?"
The smile left Dom's face. He scratched the back of his head. "Here, let's cut it, yeah?"
"Dom."
The blonde nervously retrieved a couple plates from the cabinet, pretending he didn't hear Matt. Becoming increasingly frustrated, Matt walked to Dom, putting his hands on his shoulders, forcing him to look into nervous blue eyes.
"I might have taken the baker a picture of your dick." It all came out with none of the elegance Dom wished it had. Matt's mouth fell open.
"Don't be mad," Dom begged. "It was just for a laugh!"
"You took a strange man who bakes erotic cakes a picture of my dick, Dom!" Matt gasped. "How the fuck is that not going to make me mad? What were you thinking?"
"I'll have you know, it was a woman who bakes erotic cakes, thank you very much. Actually, I think there were four there when I placed my order." Dom winked. "Besides, they were quite impressed. Told me I was a lucky guy."
Oh? Did they? How nice of them.
"When did you take a picture of it?"
Dom frowned. "Matt, just last week we wanked at the same time and taped it for kicks. It's called screencapping, genius. Anyway, it's not like you're exactly shy." He walked calmly to the sink to retrieve a knife. "Now, let's cut this bastard, yeah?"
Matt bit his lip as he watched the huge blade of the knife drag through the puddle of white frosting that was coursing down the tip of his cock cake.
Would you look at that, Matt thought, my cake is coming. Wow. Can't wait to show my mum.
Dom raised the knife above the 'head' of the cake. When he sliced into it Matt winced and crossed his legs with a whimper.
"Are you ok?" Dom asked, concerned.
He means well, he means well. Be nice.
It suddenly occurred to Matt that the potential for hilarious Tweets just increased exponentially:
-Am about to eat a cake shaped like a dick. Wonder if it goes down easy?
-My birthday cake says "wishing you much hap-penis". No, really.
He walked into the den, sitting on the couch, Dom whistling as he cut cake for them both. Matt wasn't sure that he was going to be able to eat it but he reckoned that he would have to try. Dom sat down beside him, setting two plates on the small table in front of them with a sigh.
"You don't like it."
Matt turned to look into Dom's eyes, surprised to see that the blonde seemed genuinely distressed at his reaction. His blue eyes spied the cake in front of him.
"No, it's fine," Matt said brightly. Too brightly.
The doorbell rang, interrupting the moment. It was Chris and Tom, coming to wish Matt a happy birthday.
Matt and Dom looked at each other, at the cake in plates in front of them, and at the rest of the large cake on the counter.
"Shit," they said in unison. Before either of them could get up their visitors let themselves in, Tom making a beeline for the white box.
"Cake! Nice!"
"Happy Birthday, Matt," Chris grinned. "What's that, Tom? Where's the cake?"
Dom jumped over the back of the sofa, running to the cake box, shutting it quickly. "No! You don't want any of this cake, trust me," he said nervously, as Matt joined him. "Right, Matt?"
Before Matt could think of anything to say, Tom and Chris spied the slices of cake that were clearly ready to eat on the small table near the couch. They each grabbed a piece and began eating.
"Fuck, that's good," Tom muttered. "There's a huge pile of white icing on this piece for some reason."
Dom giggled. So did Matt. Erotic cakes, he decided, weren't so bad.
What Tom didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
theyellow_daisy)Author:
millionstarPairing: Belldom
Rating: I dunno, R, maybe?
Warnings: Slight smut, language, unfortunate pastries...
Summary: Dominic + erotic cakes = a confused, frightened Matthew.
Feedback: Is lovely, if you are so inclined.
Disclaimer: Don't own Muse, this is fiction, no money being made, no offense intended.
Author's Note: This is a little something I whipped up for my wifey Katy for her birthday. I wish I could do more for you on your special day, K - cause you certainly deserve it. You're one of the best people I know, you're kind, funny, gorgeous, a talented MSer, and a wonderful friend. I'm so proud of you - I hope you know that, kid. &hearts I know you have alot on your mind right now, but still, I hope you like this, and that it makes you smile a little. &hearts HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! For you, Dommers:
HUGE thanks to
dolce_piccante and myz_bee for feedback / invaluable assistance. Cheers, gals! <33 Matt woke with one all-consuming thought on his mind: Best. Birthday. Ever.
There had been no need to even turn down the duvet; he just kicked off his shoes, curled up atop the covers and let the calmness of the afternoon wash over him. Lazy mid-day naps were a rare treat for him. A few stolen moments of kip on a tour bus or airplane were the most he could manage whilst on the road. But now that he was home, in his own bed he could truly rest.
It had been a fantastic birthday so far - from the moment he woke up this morning...
"Mmmm. Dom..." Matt whispered. He was still drifting in that pleasant not-quite-awake state, and the sensation of a pair of warm, wet lips marking his inner thigh with kisses felt incredibly good.
"Happy birthday, Bells" Dom murmured against his hipbone. Matt's eyes opened and fell on the clock beside the bed.
5:31 am. Much too early to get up, but the perfect time for an early birthday morning shag.
Wordlessly, he pulled Dom close to kiss him, the sheets falling from their bodies. Moments like this made Matt thankful that both of them slept in the nude. The removal of clothing, while itself pleasurable, was a task that it was nice to be able to skip.
Both of their bodies were still warm and heavy with sleep, their hands exploring silken skin whilst still sharing kisses. Muffled gasps laced with the occasional moan were the only sounds audible in the dimly lit bedroom. Dom snaked one arm between them, grasping their erections at the same time. He gifted them both with slow, tight tugs, Matt turning them onto their sides so he could hook one leg over Dom's for leverage.
Their lips never parted.
After their morning session, Dom had insisted Matt stay under the covers so that Dom could bring him breakfast in bed. Once they had eaten Dom disappeared for an hour. Matt had asked him where he was going, but Dom only winked at him before leaving him alone. The singer had wandered around the flat the rest of the morning, taking phone calls from friends wishing him a happy birthday, and being generally lazy. Eventually he decided that a power nap was in order.
Upon hearing the door open quietly some time later he smiled to himself, for there was no doubt as to who his visitor was. Eyes still closed, his pulse quickened when the bed dipped slightly and a pair of strong arms surrounded him. Matt relaxed into Dom's embrace, turning to face him with a sleepy smile.
"Good nap, birthday boy?" Dom whispered.
"Fucking fantastic nap." Matt pushed Dom onto his back and rested his head on the blonde's chest, the sound of Dom's heartbeat threatening to lull him to sleep again. "What time is it?"
"Four o'clock."
"What?" Matt exclaimed. "Shit, I didn't mean to sleep that long."
Dom chuckled. "What does it matter? It's your birthday, you can do whatever you like."
"You're spoiling me today, Dom."
Dom enveloped Matt in his arms, holding him tightly. "I like spoiling you, and I'm not done yet. I have something else for you." The drummer flipped them, leaning in for a series of slow, lazy kisses.
"Oh?" Matt shivered under Dom's touch, his curiosity (among other things) piqued.
"Don't you want your birthday cake?"
"Cake? Fuck, yes, I do!" Matt shot up off the bed so fast that Dom fell off the side, both of them bursting out in giggles. Dom jumped up and made for the door.
"Come on, then, it's in the kitchen!" With that the blonde positively sprinted from the room, excited at the prospect of... cake. Not sex, not music, but... cake. Matt trudged behind him dutifully, stopping at the sight of a large white box on their kitchen table.
Dom grinned. "Go on then, open it!"
Matt did as he was told. He opened the box and his mouth promptly fell open.
"Nice, yeah?"
There were many adjectives that Matt could have used to describe the cake he was staring at. Odd, bizarre, frightening, perhaps, but not 'nice'.
It was shaped like a penis. A disturbingly accurate representation of one, too.
"It... it's a cock, Dom." Matt said slowly. But there was something that was bothering Matt more than the simple fact that his birthday cake this year was shaped like a dick. He was having trouble, though, putting his finger on it...
"I know!" Dom said excitedly. "I found an erotic bakery online last week, and thought you'd get a kick out of a cock cake. It's realistic, isn't it?"
Aha! That was it, Matt thought.
It was too realistic.
It curved to the left slightly... just like Matt's does.
A pronounced vein curved up from the underside, extending to the head... just like Matt's. The singer was struck with the sudden urge to pull his pants down and take a closer look at Little Bells for verification - but he fought it.
"Dom?" he mumbled. "This looks, erm... very realistic. If I didn't know better I'd say that it's-"
"An exact representation of your cock?" Dom interrupted, still grinning.
Matt nodded while doing something he hadn't done in, well, it seemed like years: he blushed deeply. He knew he needed to be careful here. Dom was clearly proud of himself and this sugary nightmare, and Matt didn't want to hurt his feelings. There was a question on his lips, but he was afraid to speak it.
"That's because it IS!" Dom cackled.
Matt swallowed. "Dom?"
"Yeah?"
"How did the bakery know what my cock looked like in the first place?"
The smile left Dom's face. He scratched the back of his head. "Here, let's cut it, yeah?"
"Dom."
The blonde nervously retrieved a couple plates from the cabinet, pretending he didn't hear Matt. Becoming increasingly frustrated, Matt walked to Dom, putting his hands on his shoulders, forcing him to look into nervous blue eyes.
"I might have taken the baker a picture of your dick." It all came out with none of the elegance Dom wished it had. Matt's mouth fell open.
"Don't be mad," Dom begged. "It was just for a laugh!"
"You took a strange man who bakes erotic cakes a picture of my dick, Dom!" Matt gasped. "How the fuck is that not going to make me mad? What were you thinking?"
"I'll have you know, it was a woman who bakes erotic cakes, thank you very much. Actually, I think there were four there when I placed my order." Dom winked. "Besides, they were quite impressed. Told me I was a lucky guy."
Oh? Did they? How nice of them.
"When did you take a picture of it?"
Dom frowned. "Matt, just last week we wanked at the same time and taped it for kicks. It's called screencapping, genius. Anyway, it's not like you're exactly shy." He walked calmly to the sink to retrieve a knife. "Now, let's cut this bastard, yeah?"
Matt bit his lip as he watched the huge blade of the knife drag through the puddle of white frosting that was coursing down the tip of his cock cake.
Would you look at that, Matt thought, my cake is coming. Wow. Can't wait to show my mum.
Dom raised the knife above the 'head' of the cake. When he sliced into it Matt winced and crossed his legs with a whimper.
"Are you ok?" Dom asked, concerned.
He means well, he means well. Be nice.
It suddenly occurred to Matt that the potential for hilarious Tweets just increased exponentially:
-Am about to eat a cake shaped like a dick. Wonder if it goes down easy?
-My birthday cake says "wishing you much hap-penis". No, really.
He walked into the den, sitting on the couch, Dom whistling as he cut cake for them both. Matt wasn't sure that he was going to be able to eat it but he reckoned that he would have to try. Dom sat down beside him, setting two plates on the small table in front of them with a sigh.
"You don't like it."
Matt turned to look into Dom's eyes, surprised to see that the blonde seemed genuinely distressed at his reaction. His blue eyes spied the cake in front of him.
"No, it's fine," Matt said brightly. Too brightly.
The doorbell rang, interrupting the moment. It was Chris and Tom, coming to wish Matt a happy birthday.
Matt and Dom looked at each other, at the cake in plates in front of them, and at the rest of the large cake on the counter.
"Shit," they said in unison. Before either of them could get up their visitors let themselves in, Tom making a beeline for the white box.
"Cake! Nice!"
"Happy Birthday, Matt," Chris grinned. "What's that, Tom? Where's the cake?"
Dom jumped over the back of the sofa, running to the cake box, shutting it quickly. "No! You don't want any of this cake, trust me," he said nervously, as Matt joined him. "Right, Matt?"
Before Matt could think of anything to say, Tom and Chris spied the slices of cake that were clearly ready to eat on the small table near the couch. They each grabbed a piece and began eating.
"Fuck, that's good," Tom muttered. "There's a huge pile of white icing on this piece for some reason."
Dom giggled. So did Matt. Erotic cakes, he decided, weren't so bad.
What Tom didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
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Date: 2010-04-25 02:12 pm (UTC)What?? Oh my gosh, what a lovely thing to say, truly. *hugs tightly* Thank you SO much, you've made my day!
And thank you! I dunno where these ideas come from... my mind is a scary scary place I think. :D
*hugs* &hearts