The Movie You’d Fly 5000 Miles For
The Movie You’d Fly 5000 Miles For
by sempiternusamor
Wordcount: 2199
Rating: PG13
Pairings: Kristi/Matt Bellamy, Monte/Jensen, Lyss/Jared, Misha/Amy/Chris Kane
Feedback: Hell yea! I didn’t post this thing for my health.
Summary: After said devious plan came to fruition, things went back to normal. Well, I say normal…Said Rock Pixie is going stir crazy and they have a few days off. Of course seeing a movie turns into something rather large.
Disclaimer: For god’s sakes, this didn’t happen. I’d be frightened if it did. The list of things I do own is shorter than what I don’t so; I own nothing but Kristi (At least, I think I own myself…), the white skirt/leather jacket/black top/silver flats and tights, my awesome new hair, and the small semblance of a plot. Everything else belongs to whoever it belongs to.
A/N: Okay. I got bored again. Whilst dying my hair, this ‘verse (Previously discovered during AIM conversations and widened during ‘A Plan, Jules’ Plane, and Seven Disgruntled Boys’) became a ‘verse instead of a crazy, cracky one shot. Monte and I were lamenting over the subject of this story (Not saying what right now) and my head wouldn’t let it go. There is a little more exposition in this…but it’s still crack.
Monte's Note: hehe I love my Kristi :)
“Matt…” He knew the tone of voice all too well, and braced himself for whatever question would be asked as he shrugged into pyjamas and hung up his red shirt.
“Yeah?”
“I wanna go see a movie tomorrow.” In the darkness of their room, he wouldn’t have known that there wasn’t even an inkling of mischief on her face. Matt simply blinked. Not what he’d been expecting.
The villa in Italy was completely closed up, to keep out the cold, and he got cunning plans of his own forming. They’d been here too long. Recording was one thing, but the fact that it had been unanimously agreed upon that they deserved a break for a couple of days made it okay. He wanted out, and to surprise her in the process.
Stir crazy was a word well known to Matthew Bellamy, and it would be happening soon if he wasn’t careful. He loved Italy; adored it even, but right now it meant work that he was being shoved into by bossy suits that demanded they have an album ready for Christmas sales. He sincerely wished he could tell them to shove it where the sun didn’t shine.
“Where?”
“Just down the road’s fine. Wouldn’t mind catching My Bloody Valentine before Dom though, just so I could tell him everything.” Matt choked on a giggle. She knew Dom entirely too well, pet hates and all. He also wasn’t entirely convinced that they hadn’t been twins in another life, because even with Dom being…well, Dom, there was a complete and utter lack of sexual tension. Not that he was complaining, his friend being slightly taller and not as skinny. Matt could feel his mind digressing.
“I hate that theatre. Its rubbish and the seats are uncomfortable.” He could’ve sworn she mentioned something about it being his bony ass making it uncomfortable, and struggled for something else that was wrong with it. “And! And, that woman who’s always on the box office hates me. I think she’s an alien.”
“I don’t feel like going all the way into Milan. The traffic will be horrible.” Kristi ignored the alien comment - not without starting to think about how weird it was that this kind of conversation was par for the course.
“Traffic’s always horrible.” He muttered, picking up his previously discarded towel and ruffling it through his dark hair to try and dry it. After months of trying to work the puppy look and painstakingly growing his hair - in its natural colour, no less - Matt had caved the week before and dyed it back to crow black. Kristi had seemed nothing short of highly pleased, if the seeing to he’d received shortly after had anything to do with it.
“I s’pose we could just hang around here some more…” The prospect seemed to dishearten her, and Matt redoubled his efforts to think of some alternative than the alien ticket lady and being stuck here again.
Looking through their wardrobe, he flicked past the tight black jeans and two seconds later flicked back, grin splitting his face.
As he set them aside, next to his red shirt, his mind was working over-time.
“I’ll work something out.”
Kristi heard the tone in his voice and sat bold upright.
“What are you doing?”
Her only answer was the slamming of the wardrobe door and manic giggles. She was slightly worried.
“Jules. Matt.”
“S’up Bells? Thought you guys were stuck in the studio.”
“Yeah, we decided to take a couple of days off. Stick it to the man, you know? And Chris wanted to spend some time with Kelly and the kids.” Matt heard Kristi get up off the bed, wooden floors betraying her movements, and leaned back against the door of their frankly huge wardrobe.
“So what’s up?”
“Well, you know how you owe me a favour from that table tennis game you lost…”
“Hang on, this sounds an awful lot like a conversation I had with Kristi. You don’t want the plane do you?” A little peeved at being found out so quickly, Matt huffed.
“Maybe…c’mon Jules, you never use it. And you owe me a favour.”
“Buy your own, millionaire.”
“Okay, Maybe I will. But I need it now.” He whined, still listening out for Kristi.
“Do you have any idea how fucking lucky you are that Fab suddenly wanted to go to his lake house? Any idea at all?”
“You’re kidding me, you’re at the lake house? Right now?” Something occurred to Matt that stung a little. “Wait, you didn’t think of maybe saying something so we could all get together?”
“Dude! You guys are meant to be recording, not gallivanting around the world in other peoples jets!” Julian grouched.
“Okay. Sorry. Can we…”
“Sure. It’ll be ready when you get here.”
“Excellent.”
Waiting rather impatiently for Matt to finish so that she could maybe get an answer - through any method available really; snogging and shagging it out of him being the most preferable - Kristi heard his wildly overjoyed giggles again and was wary.
He was up to something, and she got the idea he wasn’t about to tell her what.
“Pick up your fucking phone…” Matt whined under his breath. He was quite sure that he’d worked out the time difference correctly, and also the flight times. Thank god Julian refused to have anything less than the fastest plane available.
“Hello?” The voice that answered Monte’s phone was male. And deep. And strangely familiar.
“Jensen?” Matt was utterly dumbfounded. On the other hand, wait until he told Kristi. Surely she didn’t know. “Why are you answering Monte’s phone?”
“Matt, is that you?” At Matt’s assent, even the air over the phone got awkward. “Um …I was…in town…and…here, I’ll pass you over.”
Matt was giggling raucously as Monte took the phone from Jensen.
“Bellamy?”
“You sly minx.” He gasped out, clutching his stomach with one hand to try and fight off the stitch closing in from all of the laughter.
“Oh Matt, you can’t tell her. Let me. Wait…why are you calling me? Is something wrong?”
“Oh no. I have a plan.” He confided smugly.
“See, I heard those words from her, and…”
“Sh. You feel like seeing a movie?”
Matt spent an inordinate amount of time going through Kristi’s clothes looking for an outfit. She had banged on the door enough times.
“Aren’t these jeans Dom’s?”
“What the fuck are you up to Matt? And why are you going through my clothes? He stole them and I only just got them back.”
“You’ll see love. You’ll see. Actually, should I be worried that you’re sharing clothes with…Hey! Do you have any idea how long I’ve been looking for the Lonsdale jacket?”
“It’s comfy.” She muttered, still annoyed at not getting a straight answer. “You have enough Dior jackets to keep you happy for a lifetime. I took the Lonsdale one because it was the least expensive.”
“Ha!” Matt cried triumphantly, finding the small white skirt and the black top she usually wore it with. As an afterthought he threw her leather jacket and a pair of tights in along with her silver flats, remembering it was winter.
Grinning deviously, he put his previously set aside outfit in too and pulled on a different T-shirt to travel in. As far as he knew, Kristi was still in her jeans and one of his jumpers, and that suited him fine.
“MATT! Tell me what’s going on now or I swear to god you’re not getting any for a week!” Finally sweeping the door open, he gave her his most charming grin, and it grew wider when he saw her frown waver a second.
“Right, come on, no time to lose. Plane to catch. Have you got shoes on? Great. Let’s go.” He ushered her out of the house.
They were halfway to Florida when Matt almost choked on his wine.
“I forgot to tell you; guess who answered the phone when I rang Monte?”
“You rang Monte? Wait, who?” Kristi had given up questioning anything he’d done that evening. Or at least, given up on trying to get answers to her questions.
“Jensen.”
“What?! Why?”
“Well, he said he was in the neighbourhood, but it was what, twelve? And he sounded well worn out, if you know what I mean.” As she spluttered, he just drank his wine, grinning to himself.
Not a bad plan at all, if he was honest.
The taxi had barely stopped when she flounced out, dressed as Matt had instructed in the outfit he’d chosen.
Matt had to stifle giggles as he paid the fare and thanked the driver, watching Kristi bang on the front door.
She tapped her foot impatiently in the silver ballet flats he’d picked out. When Jensen opened the door, any doubts she’d had about Matt’s story evaporated. Part of her had thought he was just getting her worked up because he was a dirty bastard, but obviously not.
“Ackles.” She nodded in acknowledgement and then pushed into the house. “Excuse me a sec, business to attend to.”
Mutely, the handsome man watched her prowl into the house, maybe a little dumbstruck. Matt reached the other man just as Kristi found Monte, smile on his face.
“You sodding sneaky little bitch! Just a one off? Just a one off?!” Monte shrieked as the other woman chased her around the house. “I don’t know whether to hug you or fucking throttle you! Why didn’t you tell me?!”
The two men stood just inside the door, watching. Jensen looked at Matt, an eyebrow raised.
“See…I shouldn’t have told her, but I think this is entirely too enjoyable to have passed up the opportunity.” Matt explained.
The two of them started laughing, stopping abruptly when they noticed the girls were standing in front of them.
“I’ll get you Bellamy. I fucking swear.” Monte warned, glaring at the slight man.
“Don’t encourage him.” Kristi said to Jensen.
The respective recipients of both warnings glanced at one another, wide eyed.
“You know, I’m uh…I’m gonna go start the car.” Jensen excused himself hurriedly and backed out the door.
“I’m helping.” Matt squeaked, following quickly.
Riotous laughter followed them out.
“You don’t even have to watch the movie. You’re just there for cuddles.”
“Jeez, that’s me put in my place then.” Jensen griped. Matt rolled his eyes along with the other man.
“I saw that.” Monte warned, glancing at them in the rear view mirror. Kristi turned around in her seat and smiled sweetly at the blonde man.
“And yes, it is. If you’re going to whine about the choice of movie, you shall be put in your place.”
“But I’m in it…that’s just weird.”
“Exactly! Cuddles! What part of this are you not understanding?! Sheesh!”
“So bossy.” She heard Jensen mutter as she turned around with a flick of her presently black hair. From Matt’s stifled giggles, she imagined he’d winked.
Boys!
“So what happened with Aims? I didn’t see her again after the party. And when I checked to see if she wanted a lift home, she said no.”
“Well, Chris took her - and Misha, might I add - back to his apartment.” Jensen started, leaning across Monte to look at the other woman. The two of them had purposefully sat in between the two men so they wouldn’t talk the entire way through.
“And they had a weekend of debauchery. Absolutely fucking debauchery. Misha left on Sunday night, and Chris practically begged Aims to stay. Last thing she told me, was she was on the laptop in the living room, watching him do the dishes shirtless.” Monte finished.
“How was that the last thing she told you?”
“Well duh man, he was walking around shirtless, being all…domestic. Use your imagination.” The cinema was about half full, and they had sat right in the middle of the middle row. Jensen kept glancing around shiftily, especially when the girls started to laugh.
“Wow. Impressive. She’s still with him?”
“Apparently. Oh, she may or may not have threatened to knock Steve one for being a prick. But Jason told me that, and he was drunk, so…” Jensen shrugged. “Who knows?”
“Also impressive. What about Jay and Lyss?” She mulled over the possibility that this was weird. Their friendships. They’d - practically - kidnapped the guys, and now they were all friends? Maybe a little weird.
“He flew over to New York this weekend to see her.”
“And she hasn’t melted from glee?”
“Not as far as I know, but-”
“But he won’t shut up about her. And? Sadie and Harley like her. Far as he’s concerned, keeper.” Monte whacked Jensen’s chest and he caught her underneath his arm to pull her to where she’d hit him, just as the lights went down.
“Man, it was even worth having to put up with those stupid glasses.” Kristi clapped Jensen on the back. “Well done.”
As much as he tried to hide it, both her and Monte saw him blush and smile.
They shared a mutual nod of understanding, before dissolving into fits of laughter that had the men attached to either of arms share a look that clearly said ‘what the fuck?’
And all was well.
Previous: A Plan, Jules’ Plane, and Seven Disgruntled Boys | Next: One Of Those Days
by sempiternusamor
Wordcount: 2199
Rating: PG13
Pairings: Kristi/Matt Bellamy, Monte/Jensen, Lyss/Jared, Misha/Amy/Chris Kane
Feedback: Hell yea! I didn’t post this thing for my health.
Summary: After said devious plan came to fruition, things went back to normal. Well, I say normal…Said Rock Pixie is going stir crazy and they have a few days off. Of course seeing a movie turns into something rather large.
Disclaimer: For god’s sakes, this didn’t happen. I’d be frightened if it did. The list of things I do own is shorter than what I don’t so; I own nothing but Kristi (At least, I think I own myself…), the white skirt/leather jacket/black top/silver flats and tights, my awesome new hair, and the small semblance of a plot. Everything else belongs to whoever it belongs to.
A/N: Okay. I got bored again. Whilst dying my hair, this ‘verse (Previously discovered during AIM conversations and widened during ‘A Plan, Jules’ Plane, and Seven Disgruntled Boys’) became a ‘verse instead of a crazy, cracky one shot. Monte and I were lamenting over the subject of this story (Not saying what right now) and my head wouldn’t let it go. There is a little more exposition in this…but it’s still crack.
Monte's Note: hehe I love my Kristi :)
“Matt…” He knew the tone of voice all too well, and braced himself for whatever question would be asked as he shrugged into pyjamas and hung up his red shirt.
“Yeah?”
“I wanna go see a movie tomorrow.” In the darkness of their room, he wouldn’t have known that there wasn’t even an inkling of mischief on her face. Matt simply blinked. Not what he’d been expecting.
The villa in Italy was completely closed up, to keep out the cold, and he got cunning plans of his own forming. They’d been here too long. Recording was one thing, but the fact that it had been unanimously agreed upon that they deserved a break for a couple of days made it okay. He wanted out, and to surprise her in the process.
Stir crazy was a word well known to Matthew Bellamy, and it would be happening soon if he wasn’t careful. He loved Italy; adored it even, but right now it meant work that he was being shoved into by bossy suits that demanded they have an album ready for Christmas sales. He sincerely wished he could tell them to shove it where the sun didn’t shine.
“Where?”
“Just down the road’s fine. Wouldn’t mind catching My Bloody Valentine before Dom though, just so I could tell him everything.” Matt choked on a giggle. She knew Dom entirely too well, pet hates and all. He also wasn’t entirely convinced that they hadn’t been twins in another life, because even with Dom being…well, Dom, there was a complete and utter lack of sexual tension. Not that he was complaining, his friend being slightly taller and not as skinny. Matt could feel his mind digressing.
“I hate that theatre. Its rubbish and the seats are uncomfortable.” He could’ve sworn she mentioned something about it being his bony ass making it uncomfortable, and struggled for something else that was wrong with it. “And! And, that woman who’s always on the box office hates me. I think she’s an alien.”
“I don’t feel like going all the way into Milan. The traffic will be horrible.” Kristi ignored the alien comment - not without starting to think about how weird it was that this kind of conversation was par for the course.
“Traffic’s always horrible.” He muttered, picking up his previously discarded towel and ruffling it through his dark hair to try and dry it. After months of trying to work the puppy look and painstakingly growing his hair - in its natural colour, no less - Matt had caved the week before and dyed it back to crow black. Kristi had seemed nothing short of highly pleased, if the seeing to he’d received shortly after had anything to do with it.
“I s’pose we could just hang around here some more…” The prospect seemed to dishearten her, and Matt redoubled his efforts to think of some alternative than the alien ticket lady and being stuck here again.
Looking through their wardrobe, he flicked past the tight black jeans and two seconds later flicked back, grin splitting his face.
As he set them aside, next to his red shirt, his mind was working over-time.
“I’ll work something out.”
Kristi heard the tone in his voice and sat bold upright.
“What are you doing?”
Her only answer was the slamming of the wardrobe door and manic giggles. She was slightly worried.
“Jules. Matt.”
“S’up Bells? Thought you guys were stuck in the studio.”
“Yeah, we decided to take a couple of days off. Stick it to the man, you know? And Chris wanted to spend some time with Kelly and the kids.” Matt heard Kristi get up off the bed, wooden floors betraying her movements, and leaned back against the door of their frankly huge wardrobe.
“So what’s up?”
“Well, you know how you owe me a favour from that table tennis game you lost…”
“Hang on, this sounds an awful lot like a conversation I had with Kristi. You don’t want the plane do you?” A little peeved at being found out so quickly, Matt huffed.
“Maybe…c’mon Jules, you never use it. And you owe me a favour.”
“Buy your own, millionaire.”
“Okay, Maybe I will. But I need it now.” He whined, still listening out for Kristi.
“Do you have any idea how fucking lucky you are that Fab suddenly wanted to go to his lake house? Any idea at all?”
“You’re kidding me, you’re at the lake house? Right now?” Something occurred to Matt that stung a little. “Wait, you didn’t think of maybe saying something so we could all get together?”
“Dude! You guys are meant to be recording, not gallivanting around the world in other peoples jets!” Julian grouched.
“Okay. Sorry. Can we…”
“Sure. It’ll be ready when you get here.”
“Excellent.”
Waiting rather impatiently for Matt to finish so that she could maybe get an answer - through any method available really; snogging and shagging it out of him being the most preferable - Kristi heard his wildly overjoyed giggles again and was wary.
He was up to something, and she got the idea he wasn’t about to tell her what.
“Pick up your fucking phone…” Matt whined under his breath. He was quite sure that he’d worked out the time difference correctly, and also the flight times. Thank god Julian refused to have anything less than the fastest plane available.
“Hello?” The voice that answered Monte’s phone was male. And deep. And strangely familiar.
“Jensen?” Matt was utterly dumbfounded. On the other hand, wait until he told Kristi. Surely she didn’t know. “Why are you answering Monte’s phone?”
“Matt, is that you?” At Matt’s assent, even the air over the phone got awkward. “Um …I was…in town…and…here, I’ll pass you over.”
Matt was giggling raucously as Monte took the phone from Jensen.
“Bellamy?”
“You sly minx.” He gasped out, clutching his stomach with one hand to try and fight off the stitch closing in from all of the laughter.
“Oh Matt, you can’t tell her. Let me. Wait…why are you calling me? Is something wrong?”
“Oh no. I have a plan.” He confided smugly.
“See, I heard those words from her, and…”
“Sh. You feel like seeing a movie?”
Matt spent an inordinate amount of time going through Kristi’s clothes looking for an outfit. She had banged on the door enough times.
“Aren’t these jeans Dom’s?”
“What the fuck are you up to Matt? And why are you going through my clothes? He stole them and I only just got them back.”
“You’ll see love. You’ll see. Actually, should I be worried that you’re sharing clothes with…Hey! Do you have any idea how long I’ve been looking for the Lonsdale jacket?”
“It’s comfy.” She muttered, still annoyed at not getting a straight answer. “You have enough Dior jackets to keep you happy for a lifetime. I took the Lonsdale one because it was the least expensive.”
“Ha!” Matt cried triumphantly, finding the small white skirt and the black top she usually wore it with. As an afterthought he threw her leather jacket and a pair of tights in along with her silver flats, remembering it was winter.
Grinning deviously, he put his previously set aside outfit in too and pulled on a different T-shirt to travel in. As far as he knew, Kristi was still in her jeans and one of his jumpers, and that suited him fine.
“MATT! Tell me what’s going on now or I swear to god you’re not getting any for a week!” Finally sweeping the door open, he gave her his most charming grin, and it grew wider when he saw her frown waver a second.
“Right, come on, no time to lose. Plane to catch. Have you got shoes on? Great. Let’s go.” He ushered her out of the house.
They were halfway to Florida when Matt almost choked on his wine.
“I forgot to tell you; guess who answered the phone when I rang Monte?”
“You rang Monte? Wait, who?” Kristi had given up questioning anything he’d done that evening. Or at least, given up on trying to get answers to her questions.
“Jensen.”
“What?! Why?”
“Well, he said he was in the neighbourhood, but it was what, twelve? And he sounded well worn out, if you know what I mean.” As she spluttered, he just drank his wine, grinning to himself.
Not a bad plan at all, if he was honest.
The taxi had barely stopped when she flounced out, dressed as Matt had instructed in the outfit he’d chosen.
Matt had to stifle giggles as he paid the fare and thanked the driver, watching Kristi bang on the front door.
She tapped her foot impatiently in the silver ballet flats he’d picked out. When Jensen opened the door, any doubts she’d had about Matt’s story evaporated. Part of her had thought he was just getting her worked up because he was a dirty bastard, but obviously not.
“Ackles.” She nodded in acknowledgement and then pushed into the house. “Excuse me a sec, business to attend to.”
Mutely, the handsome man watched her prowl into the house, maybe a little dumbstruck. Matt reached the other man just as Kristi found Monte, smile on his face.
“You sodding sneaky little bitch! Just a one off? Just a one off?!” Monte shrieked as the other woman chased her around the house. “I don’t know whether to hug you or fucking throttle you! Why didn’t you tell me?!”
The two men stood just inside the door, watching. Jensen looked at Matt, an eyebrow raised.
“See…I shouldn’t have told her, but I think this is entirely too enjoyable to have passed up the opportunity.” Matt explained.
The two of them started laughing, stopping abruptly when they noticed the girls were standing in front of them.
“I’ll get you Bellamy. I fucking swear.” Monte warned, glaring at the slight man.
“Don’t encourage him.” Kristi said to Jensen.
The respective recipients of both warnings glanced at one another, wide eyed.
“You know, I’m uh…I’m gonna go start the car.” Jensen excused himself hurriedly and backed out the door.
“I’m helping.” Matt squeaked, following quickly.
Riotous laughter followed them out.
“You don’t even have to watch the movie. You’re just there for cuddles.”
“Jeez, that’s me put in my place then.” Jensen griped. Matt rolled his eyes along with the other man.
“I saw that.” Monte warned, glancing at them in the rear view mirror. Kristi turned around in her seat and smiled sweetly at the blonde man.
“And yes, it is. If you’re going to whine about the choice of movie, you shall be put in your place.”
“But I’m in it…that’s just weird.”
“Exactly! Cuddles! What part of this are you not understanding?! Sheesh!”
“So bossy.” She heard Jensen mutter as she turned around with a flick of her presently black hair. From Matt’s stifled giggles, she imagined he’d winked.
Boys!
“So what happened with Aims? I didn’t see her again after the party. And when I checked to see if she wanted a lift home, she said no.”
“Well, Chris took her - and Misha, might I add - back to his apartment.” Jensen started, leaning across Monte to look at the other woman. The two of them had purposefully sat in between the two men so they wouldn’t talk the entire way through.
“And they had a weekend of debauchery. Absolutely fucking debauchery. Misha left on Sunday night, and Chris practically begged Aims to stay. Last thing she told me, was she was on the laptop in the living room, watching him do the dishes shirtless.” Monte finished.
“How was that the last thing she told you?”
“Well duh man, he was walking around shirtless, being all…domestic. Use your imagination.” The cinema was about half full, and they had sat right in the middle of the middle row. Jensen kept glancing around shiftily, especially when the girls started to laugh.
“Wow. Impressive. She’s still with him?”
“Apparently. Oh, she may or may not have threatened to knock Steve one for being a prick. But Jason told me that, and he was drunk, so…” Jensen shrugged. “Who knows?”
“Also impressive. What about Jay and Lyss?” She mulled over the possibility that this was weird. Their friendships. They’d - practically - kidnapped the guys, and now they were all friends? Maybe a little weird.
“He flew over to New York this weekend to see her.”
“And she hasn’t melted from glee?”
“Not as far as I know, but-”
“But he won’t shut up about her. And? Sadie and Harley like her. Far as he’s concerned, keeper.” Monte whacked Jensen’s chest and he caught her underneath his arm to pull her to where she’d hit him, just as the lights went down.
“Man, it was even worth having to put up with those stupid glasses.” Kristi clapped Jensen on the back. “Well done.”
As much as he tried to hide it, both her and Monte saw him blush and smile.
They shared a mutual nod of understanding, before dissolving into fits of laughter that had the men attached to either of arms share a look that clearly said ‘what the fuck?’
And all was well.
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