Domestic
Title: Domestic
Author: Me
Pairing: M. Shadows/Brandan Schieppati
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Domestic adj. devoted to home life or household affairs.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
Domestic. That’s what they were, in every sense of the word. Who would of thought that two men such as themselves, their hair dark, their bodies pierced, and their tanned skin emblazoned with vivid ink, would be so domestic. Their lives came complete with a decently sized home in the suburbs, an English Mastiff named Bear, and a perfect little three-year-old daughter with blond hair and blue eyes.
Having met in high school, the two had begun dating shortly after and by the time they had graduated, they were head over heels in love. They’d moved in shortly after graduating and within two years were engaged. A year later they were married in a small ceremony with family and friends before continuing on to adopt a daughter three years later, the girl being the apple of their eyes.
Now, when the two were both twenty-six, it was bliss. While they lived a fairly simple life, one being an auto mechanic and the other a manager at the local Hot Topic. Their days consisted of taking their daughter to school, working a typical nine to five, coming home, having dinner, and just relaxing until they retired to bed.
Sometimes, even the most mundane and normally insignificant things were the ones that stood out most in their minds. For instance, Matt constantly had engine grease under his fingernails. Most people would never notice, but it was just something that Brandan picked up on. Matt, on the other hand, always noticed how Brandan’s eyes would become a deeper, richer brown when he was sad and when he was in a bright mood, they would be hinted with flecks of gold.
On this particular day, Matt came home a little bit late, scooping Emma up into his arms and kissing her cheek loudly and dramatically. Carrying her into the kitchen, he pulled Brandan in for a light kiss, despite the little girl’s squeals and ‘eeww’s. After washing up, Matt sat down to a quiet dinner with the two of them, Brandan’s pure Italian heritage showing through with his surprisingly fantastic cooking skills.
After dinner, the three retired to the living room to watch the girl’s favorite movie (of course, Matt never admitted to the guys in the garage that by this point, he knew the words to almost every song in both The Cheetah Girls and it’s sequel). Despite the fact that she was asleep within half an hour of the movie beginning, the two just enjoyed being together enough to leave it playing in case she woke up. Once it was over, Matt gently lifted her and took her to bed, changing her into her pajamas and tucking her into bed with a soft kiss on her forehead. She sighed quietly as his cool lip ring brushed against her warm skin, though made no move to wake. Matt just smiled softly, making sure she had her bear before quietly exiting the room.
Upon entering the hallway, Brandan almost immediately had him up against the wall, his lips meeting Matt’s in a possessive kiss. One hand slid up to run over the back of Matt’s buzzed hair, the other pinning his hands above his head. Quickly reversing the roles, Matt soon had Brandan under his power as he backed them up until Brandan’s knees hit their bed and he fell back onto it, Matt quietly kicking the door shut behind them.
Clothes were shed within moments, heated kisses bruising and tearing at sensitive skin. Calloused fingers grazed over baby-soft skin, tracing the inked in designs almost as if by memory. Soon, the ink was outlined by fiery nips and kisses as curious fingers lingered in more private areas. Matt’s fingers were soon brushing against Brandan’s silky inner thighs, caressing the skin as he carefully parted his legs.
Startled slightly by a soft knock on the door and a quiet murmur for her mother, Matt drew himself up off the bed. Pulling on his boxing shorts, he moved to the door once Brandan was covered and came out into the hallway. Scooping the little girl up at her request for water, he carried her into the kitchen and got her a small cup before taking her back to her room. Once she was hydrated and tucked back in, his erection now completely soft, he exited the room and returned to his own.
He was hard again within seconds at the sight of Brandan splayed across the bed, spread-eagle and touching himself. Matt moaned deeply, moving forward and lowering himself down, carefully pressing up into him. Using his forearms, one on each side of the older man’s head, Matt braced himself and began to build up a slow, steady rhythm. Adjusting his angle frequently and grinding as deep down into him as possible, Matt was soon pounding against Brandan’s sweet spot and letting the deep moans bubble over his kiss-swollen lips. They mingled in the air with Brandan’s soft, higher-pitched cries, the sound music to his ears as his blunt nail clawed down the other’s arched, sweat-dampened back.
But then, seemingly, as soon as it started, it was over. Hushed names fell over their lips and were lost in their glowing bodies, Matt spilling his load deep within Brandan as the latter came into Matt’s clenched fist. Collapsing on top of Brandan, the younger vocalist struggled to come to grips with reality as he brought his hand to his fist and delicately cleaned the salty mess from his long, thick fingers.
As they both began to calm and fall into a state of torpor, Matt nestled his head into the crook of Brandan’s neck, pressing soft kisses against the heated, bruised skin. Turning onto their sides, he slid his arms around Brandan’s waist as the other’s slid around his middle. Sharing one soft, final kiss, soft ‘I love you’s were exchanged as they drifted off into a surreal dreamland. It wasn’t a night to remember, but it was enough to be perfect.
Nobody really knew when they just became so domestic, but it really suited them. Mundane, everyday tasks, a seemingly picturesque suburban life, and no great dreams or desires, but that was ok. Everyday was just they way they liked it and to them, it was enough to be considered living life to the fullest.
Author: Me
Pairing: M. Shadows/Brandan Schieppati
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Domestic adj. devoted to home life or household affairs.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
Domestic. That’s what they were, in every sense of the word. Who would of thought that two men such as themselves, their hair dark, their bodies pierced, and their tanned skin emblazoned with vivid ink, would be so domestic. Their lives came complete with a decently sized home in the suburbs, an English Mastiff named Bear, and a perfect little three-year-old daughter with blond hair and blue eyes.
Having met in high school, the two had begun dating shortly after and by the time they had graduated, they were head over heels in love. They’d moved in shortly after graduating and within two years were engaged. A year later they were married in a small ceremony with family and friends before continuing on to adopt a daughter three years later, the girl being the apple of their eyes.
Now, when the two were both twenty-six, it was bliss. While they lived a fairly simple life, one being an auto mechanic and the other a manager at the local Hot Topic. Their days consisted of taking their daughter to school, working a typical nine to five, coming home, having dinner, and just relaxing until they retired to bed.
Sometimes, even the most mundane and normally insignificant things were the ones that stood out most in their minds. For instance, Matt constantly had engine grease under his fingernails. Most people would never notice, but it was just something that Brandan picked up on. Matt, on the other hand, always noticed how Brandan’s eyes would become a deeper, richer brown when he was sad and when he was in a bright mood, they would be hinted with flecks of gold.
On this particular day, Matt came home a little bit late, scooping Emma up into his arms and kissing her cheek loudly and dramatically. Carrying her into the kitchen, he pulled Brandan in for a light kiss, despite the little girl’s squeals and ‘eeww’s. After washing up, Matt sat down to a quiet dinner with the two of them, Brandan’s pure Italian heritage showing through with his surprisingly fantastic cooking skills.
After dinner, the three retired to the living room to watch the girl’s favorite movie (of course, Matt never admitted to the guys in the garage that by this point, he knew the words to almost every song in both The Cheetah Girls and it’s sequel). Despite the fact that she was asleep within half an hour of the movie beginning, the two just enjoyed being together enough to leave it playing in case she woke up. Once it was over, Matt gently lifted her and took her to bed, changing her into her pajamas and tucking her into bed with a soft kiss on her forehead. She sighed quietly as his cool lip ring brushed against her warm skin, though made no move to wake. Matt just smiled softly, making sure she had her bear before quietly exiting the room.
Upon entering the hallway, Brandan almost immediately had him up against the wall, his lips meeting Matt’s in a possessive kiss. One hand slid up to run over the back of Matt’s buzzed hair, the other pinning his hands above his head. Quickly reversing the roles, Matt soon had Brandan under his power as he backed them up until Brandan’s knees hit their bed and he fell back onto it, Matt quietly kicking the door shut behind them.
Clothes were shed within moments, heated kisses bruising and tearing at sensitive skin. Calloused fingers grazed over baby-soft skin, tracing the inked in designs almost as if by memory. Soon, the ink was outlined by fiery nips and kisses as curious fingers lingered in more private areas. Matt’s fingers were soon brushing against Brandan’s silky inner thighs, caressing the skin as he carefully parted his legs.
Startled slightly by a soft knock on the door and a quiet murmur for her mother, Matt drew himself up off the bed. Pulling on his boxing shorts, he moved to the door once Brandan was covered and came out into the hallway. Scooping the little girl up at her request for water, he carried her into the kitchen and got her a small cup before taking her back to her room. Once she was hydrated and tucked back in, his erection now completely soft, he exited the room and returned to his own.
He was hard again within seconds at the sight of Brandan splayed across the bed, spread-eagle and touching himself. Matt moaned deeply, moving forward and lowering himself down, carefully pressing up into him. Using his forearms, one on each side of the older man’s head, Matt braced himself and began to build up a slow, steady rhythm. Adjusting his angle frequently and grinding as deep down into him as possible, Matt was soon pounding against Brandan’s sweet spot and letting the deep moans bubble over his kiss-swollen lips. They mingled in the air with Brandan’s soft, higher-pitched cries, the sound music to his ears as his blunt nail clawed down the other’s arched, sweat-dampened back.
But then, seemingly, as soon as it started, it was over. Hushed names fell over their lips and were lost in their glowing bodies, Matt spilling his load deep within Brandan as the latter came into Matt’s clenched fist. Collapsing on top of Brandan, the younger vocalist struggled to come to grips with reality as he brought his hand to his fist and delicately cleaned the salty mess from his long, thick fingers.
As they both began to calm and fall into a state of torpor, Matt nestled his head into the crook of Brandan’s neck, pressing soft kisses against the heated, bruised skin. Turning onto their sides, he slid his arms around Brandan’s waist as the other’s slid around his middle. Sharing one soft, final kiss, soft ‘I love you’s were exchanged as they drifted off into a surreal dreamland. It wasn’t a night to remember, but it was enough to be perfect.
Nobody really knew when they just became so domestic, but it really suited them. Mundane, everyday tasks, a seemingly picturesque suburban life, and no great dreams or desires, but that was ok. Everyday was just they way they liked it and to them, it was enough to be considered living life to the fullest.