Trivial Pursuit
Title: Trivial Pursuit
Author: stargarnet
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: language, smut
Disclaimer: Of course I don't own people. Complete and utter fiction!
Prompt: Challenge 01: picture prompt (kink) photo#1 and photo#2
Summary: AU. Don't bet on a game of Trivial Pursuit.The artificial light cast a shadow on the ground, outlining the form wrapped around the lamp post. Slim legs sheathed in red patterned fishnet tights were folded together, a rope binding them at the ankles. The body was slumped against the post, arms fastened together with handcuffs. The man who found himself there, bound, sitting on the ground, could not believe this had happened to him.
This was a bet all gone wrong. At least Tom, his best mate, had the consideration to allow him to wear boxers over the tights. He turned the words ‘best mate’ over in his head. Tom was going to get it for this, even if he had won fair and square. That was the last time he was ever going to play Trivial Pursuit with the man.
Dominic Howard raised his head as heard footsteps approaching, his vision shortened by the pool of light surrounding him. Before he could see the owner of the footsteps he heard a gasp, followed by running towards him. He quickly considered how he could explain his situation without appearing completely insane. He figured this was going to take a bit of explaining.
"Oh my! Are you alright?" cried a concerned voice as a young woman came rushing towards him.
"Pleh! Yes! Well, at least I was until your rat jumped me," Dominic replied as he ducked, attempting to squirm away from the pouncing, licking Chihuahua. His handcuffs, however allowed little room to shift. "Get off!"
"Lucifer, sit!" she responded, tugging at the leash.
"Lucifer?" he chuckled, disbelieving. "Seriously? It's a fucking rodent."
"What?!" she replied, indignation clearly replacing her expression of concern. "Perhaps I should just leave you here then?" she asked, raising a superior eyebrow. Dominic raised he sandy blonde head, shaking it in response.
"No! No, no, no! Please, I do need help to get out of this. I don't know when my friend will be back."
"Your friend did this?" she asked in disbelief, as she took her mobile phone from her pocket. She started dialing.
"Who are you calling?"
"The police," she replied coolly.
"No, not the police!"
"Well, who else can unlock handcuffs?"
"Oh, I don't fucking know," Dominic exhaled, throwing his head back in despair, "a magician?"
"Magician? You really think..," she put up her hand as if to shush him, turning away slightly. "Hello. Yes, I would like to report a naked transvestite chained to a lamp post on the Village Common. Yes, that's right. Ummm," she looked at Dominic carefully. "Handcuffs and rope. No, no injuries I can see, but I don't want to get too close, you know. How long? Does that matter? Oh? Alright," she turned back to Dominic. "How long have you been like this?"
"What? A transvestite?" he replied testily, grey eyes glaring at the superior look on her face.
"No!" the sarcasm going unnoticed. "Tied up. Apparently it is important."
"Long enough for my balls to have gone into hibernation for the winter," he spat. She looked at him confused. "Oh, for goodness sake...I dunno, two hours or so?" bare shoulders shrugged. She relayed the information into the phone.
"Yes, I will stay with him. No I don't have a blanket, I have a dog," she continued. "Can you please hurry?" she turned away from Dominic and whispered. "He is a little odd, almost glad he is chained up. Yes, alright, thank you." She turned back to Dominic. "The paramedics are on their way, and they shouldn't be too long they said. Something about hypothermia."
"Fine," he sighed, rolling his head on his shoulders. Realising he should be more grateful for the assistance, because he really had no idea where Tom was, he said sincerely, "Look, thank you for your help. This is just a bit, you know, embarrassing and stressful, if you know what I mean."
"I am sure I do not know what you mean, I am merely helping a fellow being in need," she replied haughtily.
Dominic sighed again and closed his eyes, resting his forehead on the cool metal of the post between his arms. A little too cool actually, he thought.
The fifteen-minute wait until the red and blue lights appeared across the Common was spent in silence, punctuated by the occasional supportive comment to the devil rat, Lucifer, from it’s owner. Dominic had started shivering in the meantime, unnoticed by the woman wearing a look of disdainful boredom.
The emergency vehicle pulled to a halt next to the lamp post that Dominic had now become rather familiar with. He had decided the texture was quite intriguing and he would come back and try to capture it in a sketch, or maybe a rubbing, he thought to himself. The colour, or shade rather, was really quite unique, Dominic thought. His artist brain had defaulted to safety mode given the current stress and cold. He was broken out of his happy examination by a rather terse comment.
"Oh, for fuck's sake, Chris. Look at this!" came a whiney, slightly nasal voice from the van, as a door was slammed shut. "Fucking waste of our time," the mutters continued as the voice moved towards the rear of the vehicle.
"Just get the gear, Matt," a deeper voice responded calmly, as another door was shut, not slammed.
Dominic watched as a silhouette approached to take the form of a tall man, musculature accentuated by the firm fit of his uniform. His features became clear as he stepped into the pool of light, directly in Dominic's line of sight. The first thing he thought of was warmth, when he saw the face of Chris, the paramedic. The man exuded warmth and good humour. He squatted down next to Dominic, smiling gently though frowning as he visually assessed the slim man shivering in front of him.
"Hey," Chris nodded to Dominic, "I'm Chris. Want to tell me what happened?" he asked. Dominic made to speak when he was interrupted by what looked like an elaborate toolbox being dumped noisily next to him.
"Probably some stupid bucks party prank," muttered the owner of the whiney voice from the van. Dominic looked up at the other paramedic, unable to make his features out because of where he stood in the light. A slight intake of breath was audible before the man dropped to his knees next to Chris. The second paramedic’s movements became a blur as Dominic watched him rapidly pull equipment out of the box. Chris regained Dominic's attention as he inserted a thermometer into his mouth.
"Don't worry mate, Matt's bark is worse than his bite, but he is the best partner I have ever had," Chris said as he sat back and watched Matt wrap a space blanket around Dominic's shoulders, pulling it close. The thermometer beeped and Chris took it out of his mouth. He frowned slightly at the digital display and showed it to Matt, who flicked his eyes quickly at it, nodding as he continued his assessment of Dominic. Chris glanced down at the cuffs and the rope. "Give Matt the story while he checks you out. I am going to go get what I need to get you out of these," he indicated with his hand.
"Thanks. Name is Dominic," croaked Dominic in response. The three of them looked surprised at the sound. Dominic attempted to clear his throat to repeat himself.
"It's alright. Bit dry, huh?" asked the smaller man who looked at Dominic directly in the eyes as he finished checking pulses and wrapping silver blankets around his exposed body. "I'm Matt, by the way. Here have this," he offered a bottle of water that seemed to appear out of nowhere. Dominic raised his eyebrows and his cuffed hands at the same time. "Oh, bollocks, sorry," Matt apologised as he opened the bottle and moved in closer to Dominic. Matt gently held the bottle to Dominic's chapped lips with one hand, the other supporting the back of his head, cradling it gently.
Dominic tried not to drown in the piercing blue, yet warm, gaze of the man who was equally pissed off and gentle with him. He closed his eyes as he swallowed gratefully, not realising how thirsty he had become.
Matt watched the man close his pretty grey eyes and greedily drink the water at his lips. Matt quickly admonished himself for picking up on the pretty grey eyes. He imagined that this had been one of those pranks where they, as paramedics, end up cleaning up the mess, again. He also imagined that this guy's fiancé was going to be right pissed when she found out how close he had come to suffering from exposure.
"Hold on there, slow down or you will make yourself sick," Matt said as he removed the bottle. Dominic looked up at him and licked his lips. Matt's eyes narrowed slightly at the movement. Clearing his throat he asked "A little better?"
"Yeah, thanks. Look I am sorry about this. I agree, it’s a waste of your time," Dominic began as he started to relate the story of how he had lost a game of Trivial Pursuit to his mate, Tom, and ended up like this. What he didn't relate was his curiosity that Tom had a pair of red fishnet tights and handcuffs in the first place. Something that he was going to explore further when he got his hands on his so called friend.
"Seriously? Trivial Pursuit?" Chris asked as he placed a proper toolbox next to the two huddled men.
"So you aren't a transvestite!" piped in a female voice from behind them. They all looked to the source of the voice. The woman with the rodent was still hovering about. "Well now that everything is under control and if it is all the same to you, Lucifer and I must be going," she stated, dragging her yapping animal behind her.
"Lucifer?" Matt snorted and rubbed his nose.
"Yeah, I know, right?" Dominic replied as he watched Matt's sharp features form into a broad smile, his whole face suddenly lighting up. Dominic had noticed the angles of the pale skin almost immediately, but as both he and Matt warmed up, he saw the incongruous features that made up a face of beauty, framed by dark, fluffy hair. It looked so soft, he thought.
"Sorry? You ok?" Matt asked with concern.
"What? Yes, well, better, why?" Dominic answered, confused.
"You just sort of did a moany sigh noise," Matt replied.
"Oh, right," Dominic said, ducking his head slightly.
"I think you may be getting hot, you're starting to look flushed."
Chris looked between the two men and chuckled, taking beastly looking tools out of the box. "So, this isn't a bucks party prank then?" he asked, selecting a specific item.
"Bucks party? Ha! No, not likely," he responded.
"Why's that?" Chris continued.
"Well, let's just say I haven't found the right man yet," Dominic smiled at him.
Matt nearly gave himself whiplash looking at the man tied up in front of him again. Yep, pretty eyes, he thought to himself again. The professional part of his brain told him off for being so stupid and inappropriate, this man was wasting their valuable time because of a silly game of trivia. The other part of his brain, that had been checking out the eyes, had now moved to the hair, the perfect smile, the tiny crinkles next to his eyes, the lean legs still tied up with rope which looked quite good in tights, told the sensible part of his brain to take a flying fuck. Oh shit, the rope! He berated himself as he moved down Dominic's legs to remove them.
"Nah, Matt. You'll need a knife for that," said Chris as he positioned himself over Dominic with the bolt cutters. "Now just hold your hands still for me. Actually, no. Matt? Can you hold each hand still for me? The poor bloke is still shivering," Chris directed. Matt immediately responded and took Dominic's left hand and forearm to hold it steady for Chris.
Dominic watched as warm, long fingered hands enveloped his limb firmly but gently, Matt coming in close to do so.
"I know you will, but please be careful, those are my life," Dominic said, indicating his hands and looking up at Chris.
"What do you do?" asked Matt quietly, his face now close enough to Dominic that he could see the texture of his skin and the tired rings shadowing the man's eyes.
"I'm an artist," he replied simply.
"Oh? What media?" Matt asked, holding Dominic's gaze with his own. Dominic took a moment to respond as he was caught in the act of being briefly lost in memorising Matt's face.
Then, snap. The first cuff came off. Matt did not let go of his hand, however. He was inspecting the skin where the cuff had been. Dominic resisted the urge to squeeze his hand.
"Looks ok," Matt reported as he gently placed Dominic's hand down onto a tight clad leg. "Next," he said as he took hold of the remaining cuffed hand.
Dominic was ready for the sensation this time and stifled a sigh at the confident warmth of Matt's touch. "Legs after this," the paramedic said as he smiled at Dominic. "So, what media do you work with?"
"Oh, mixed. I do a bit of everything, really," he responded.
"Doesn't that look messy?" Matt asked, face screwing up slightly.
Dominic laughed and smiled at his reaction. "No, not necessarily all at the one time. Depends on the subject really."
Another, snap, followed by a collective sigh from the three men. Again, Matt inspected Dominic's wrist, followed by a gently rubbing of the muscle. Dominic could not help it this time, he squeezed Matt's hand as it was lowered to join the other.
Matt raised his eyebrows in surprise, glancing at Dominic's face quickly for some sense of whether it was just a spasm or intentional. What he saw was a soft smile, which he could not help but return. Chris cleared his throat behind them.
"Legs?" he asked, smiling indulgently at Matt.
"What? Oh, yeah." Letting go of Dominic's hand Matt repositioned himself at his feet, waiting for Chris and the serrated knife to cut through the rope.
Chris made quick work of the rope and Dominic sighed with abject relief as he started to move his legs. But the sigh quickly became a grimace and snort of pain as his frozen muscles objected to the sudden movement.
"Hold on there, slow down," Matt said as he took a leg and started massaging the foot and calf, then lower thigh, moving and rotating the joints slowly as he moved his way up the limb. Satisfied once Dominic had started moving that leg on his own without difficulty, he moved on to the other. This time Matt noticed the tone of the muscles and the texture of the tights, not daring to look his patient in the face during the process. Finally both legs were moving of their own accord without much discomfort. Dominic stretched both legs out in front of him and reached forward, stretching his arms out as far as they could between his feet, well past his toes.
"Yoga?" Chris asked, watching.
"No, Pilates," Dominic responded, smiling. He moved his head from side to side, noticing that Matt was starting to pack up their gear. "So, what happens next?" Dominic asked, not sure what the paramedics had planned for him. As he asked a man came running breathless up to them.
"Dom! Thank fuck, you are ok! I fell asleep in the car across the way," he indicated behind him, panting at Dom. "I woke up and saw the ambulance and nearly died. I was just going to leave you here for a bit, not this long!"
"You nearly died?!" Matt spat as he stood and rounded on the man who was now standing next Dominic. "Your friend here could have died if he hadn't been found when he was! Your friend was starting to display signs of exposure, hypothermia and dehydration. Next time you want to set a bet get him to wash your stinking socks for a month and not put his life at risk and waste our fucking time!" Matt, the smaller of all of them was now well in the face of the man who could only be Dominic's friend, Tom.
Tom and Dominic were stunned.
Chris put out a large hand and placed it calmly on the shoulder of his colleague and friend.
"That'll do, Matty," he said gently. Matt immediately released the breath he was holding and took a step backward, head down and muttering something about being sorry but the other guy being a wanker. He is a bloody wanker, Matt thought to himself, trying to control his snarl.
"Tom, I am guessing?" Chris asked the now very pale newcomer to the scene. Tom nodded. "Good. Listen, Dominic was just wondering what we were going to do with him next and given that you are here now, he is ok to go home as long as he goes and gets checked out if there are any problems." Chris turned to Dominic. "You need to go home, have a warm shower, rug up and drink plenty of warm fluids, caffeine free preferably. You need to rehydrate. Hot chocolate would be good, plenty of sugar and carbs in it."
Both men nodded to the authority in the paramedic's voice.
"Matt? We packed up?" he asked, looking at the man who had returned to the equipment whilst the orders had been given.
"Yep. Ready to load up," Matt responded in a clipped tone as he hefted both boxes and made his way to the vehicle.
Dominic watched as Matt walked past him, wanting to say something, but not sure what. Before he could even try though Chris approached him with a clipboard of paperwork. He explained that he would fill out their own details but needed Dominic's information and signature before he was allowed to go home with Tom.
Whilst Chris was doing the boring part of the job, Matt loaded the gear back into the van and berated himself for his little outburst. Dominic would think he was a complete nutter for what he said to his mate, even if he was 100% correct. Dominic was about to get sick when they had arrived. There was a very fine line between being chilly and experiencing exposure. Luckily Dominic had not quite made it across that line. He continued thinking about it when he heard a rustling noise approaching. It was Dominic still wrapped in the space blanket, gingerly shuffling towards him.
"Matt?"
Matt nodded in response, eyes narrowed, waiting for the threatened complaint, which would be expected from his little outburst.
"I just wanted to say sorry, again, and thank you. For all of it," Dominic said, pulling the silver sheeting tighter around his shoulders, almost protectively. Matt looked up, surprised.
"Oh. You're welcome. But please, apologise to your friend," Matt replied. "I kind of lost the plot." Dominic fixed Matt's eyes in place with his own, with a sense of purpose.
"I was actually thanking you for that as well. I haven't seen someone so passionate about something in a long time. It's refreshing that you believe in what you do and why you do it. It is obvious. Same with Chris, but maybe in a more, um, quiet way?" Dominic smiling at the end of his speech.
"OK," was all Matt could get out before Chris arrived, completed paperwork in hand and Tom in tow. What he wanted to say was, "That's ok. I think I should probably resign given the inappropriate thoughts I have had going through my head once I knew you were fine. And having said that, do you want have dinner with me, because I think you are gorgeous?"
"Right, better move on then," Chris suggested as he gave the equipment in the back the once over as he closed the doors. Matt nodded in response to Chris and in goodbye to the man wrapped up in tin foil and his idiot friend. He got into the front of the vehicle, waited for his colleague to join him, then turned the ignition. As Chris secured his seatbelt, he turned his face to him, concerned. "You alright, Matty?"
Matt turned to his friend and partner of five years. Weariness, and perhaps a little sadness marked his fine features.
"Yeah, Chris. I'm fine, just a bit tired. Let's just finish up and you can get home to Kelly and I can get home to...home," Matt sighed. With that, Matt pulled the vehicle away from the curb and passed two men shuffling across the Village Common, one of them wrapped in tinfoil and wearing red patterned fishnet stockings and not much else. Damn if he didn't look good too.
Four weeks later
Matt wandered around the art gallery, champagne glass in hand, stopping every so often at a particular photograph or piece that caught his eye. Chris and Kelly had moved off in a different direction at one point so he had been left alone to go his own way and reflect upon why he was spending a precious night off in an art gallery.
Everyone, particularly him, was surprised when he came out of the District Commander's office, two weeks ago, with the tickets to this special fundraising event for the Service. The reason for his shock was that talk around the station indicated that Matt was going to be reprimanded for his smart arse remarks to the friend of the guy in the red fishnets. Chris was good at sharing good stories.
Dominic, Matt sighed to himself. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about him since that night, and it wasn't just about how enticing he had looked in those tights. There was something about him, his eyes, the way he smiled, the fine blonde hair. Thoughts of Dominic had wormed their way into the most obscure moments of his day. He had even thought he had seen Dominic one day when Chris and he had been attending a particularly difficult traffic collision involving a pedestrian and a motorbike. He had been too busy and focused to pursue it at the time, but had briefly looked back over his shoulder as they were closing up the van to ferry their patient to the local hospital. He found no one familiar in the quick scan of the onlookers.
But here he was now. Not reprimanded but directed to attend this fundraising art exhibition and sale that had been put together rather rapidly from what he understood. Chris and he were invited to attend in particular, not sure by whom. The invite was for each of them, plus one. Matt had no plus one.
As he took another sip of the champagne he noticed at the corner of his eye the occasional mutter or nodding of heads directed at him. Ignoring them e continued his way down the current aisle of works when he came across a photo of lean, masculine legs clad in red patterned fishnet stockings, ankles tied with rope. Matt narrowed his eyes and looked for the plaque. 'The Village Common 1 of 4' was the title, the photographer was ‘A. Idiot’. The next photo, '2 of 4' displayed handcuffed male hands resting on the legs, still tied with rope. '3 of 4' was the same composition with the cuffs broken and the rope cut. '4 of 4' was slightly more obscure. It was a photograph of a silver space blanket, folded neatly, with the red tights, cuffs and rope placed with care on top. Matt chuckled to himself. Matt knew who ‘A. Idiot” was.
Matt had been so focused on the photos that he had not noticed the whispers around him and the occasional nod in his direction. He straightened up and frowned at his observers slightly, wondering if there was something wrong with his appearance, like spinach between his teeth or something. He flicked his tongue around his mouth. The onlookers, guilty at being caught, pulled away and continued on their way around the pieces.
Matt also continued, understanding finally why he was being acknowledged. In front of him, at the end of the aisle was a piece set apart from the rest. It was a pencil drawing of almost the simplest of forms yet conveyed the emotion of the subject, perfectly.
Matt stood in front of the piece as he tried to process its existence. It was a drawing of Matt, in profile, his forehead leaning against the back door of the ambulance, eyes closed, lips slightly open. One of his hands was at the handle of the door, having just been shut, the other hand rested on the door just above Matt's head. It looked like he was either resting or trying to desperately control his emotions. Matt knew it to be the later. He recognized it. This moment had been captured as he had shut the van doors on a parent who was never going home. Matt closed his eyes and bowed his head slightly at the memory, recalling the last moments of that young man's life.
"This is why Tom and I pulled this little shin dig together. This is what you should be doing, not saving idiots like me from themselves," a voice rumbled beside him. Matt looked up, stunned at the statement and the source. His sight was full of grey eyes looking at him sincerely, full of apology and something else. "I wanted, well, we wanted, to make it up to you somehow," Dominic stated simply.
"You were there," it was a statement, not a question. Matt indicated the artwork. "You saw this happen. I remember this," he said pointing to the artwork.
"Yeah, I was," Dominic replied. "It happened not far from here, where the gallery is. I didn't hear the accident but I heard the sirens. I went out a little later to grab some lunch and there you were, working so hard to try and save that man. He didn't make it did he?"
"He was gone before we got there, really," Matt answered sadly. "There was no way he could have survived those injuries. Chris kept him going til we got to the hospital, but," Matt's voice broke slightly as his words trailed off. He blinked away the memory, rubbing his nose. Dominic frowned, taking Matt's free hand with his own. He squeezed it gently. Matt looked up at him startled and quickly looked around them.
"It's ok, Matt. Unless your date will mind?" Dominic suggested looking around as well, suddenly conscious of the fact that he may have brought someone to the event.
Matt snorted, again rubbing his nose nervously. "No, no date."
"Why is that?"
"Let's just say I haven't met the right man yet," Matt said smiling. Dominic raised his eyebrows in response. Then his face fell more seriously.
"Are you you sure about that?" Dominic asked, soothingly rubbing his thumb over the back of the hand he was holding.
Blushing, Matt looked down at their joined hands. He couldn't recall ever feeling so comfortable so quickly with someone else. He couldn't recall anyone ever making him feel so wanted and understood. He considered Dominic's question. But instead of answering he asked a question.
"What is it called? The drawing."
"Hmmm?" Dominic had gotten lost in the movements and affectations of the man in front of him, barely registering the words. "Oh, Absolution."
"Absolution?"
"Yes. Absolution."
Matt turned to the picture again. "Why Absolution?"
Dominic followed Matt's lead and turned to the piece, entwining his fingers with the elegant ones he held. He tilted his head towards Matt, so only he could hear, mouth only a whisper away from dark hair. Before he could speak he was overwhelmed by the smell of the black leather jacket and the fresh scent of soap. This man was beyond description and beyond his abilities as an artist. He wanted to know him, experience him, hear his stories. He wondered who Matt told his stories to at the end of a shift. He wondered who shared the light and the dark of his work. He wondered who held him when he woke from a nightmare of people he couldn't save. Someone with his passion could not have those kind of dreams. With these thoughts in mind he answered the question.
"When you helped me that night I noticed something, a quality about you that I couldn't quite describe. It was quite clear how passionate you were about your work but also how much it pained you to think that you couldn't help, or that you were prevented from helping or healing." As Dominic paused, Matt turned his head towards him, waiting for more. Needing to hear more. Dominic leaned in closer, his lips nearly brushing his cheek and earlobe as he continued.
"When I saw you again, on this day, when you did this very simple thing," Dominic lifted his other hand, pointing at the pencil work, "I understood a little more. It was as if you were needing to be healed yourself. You weren't asking for it. You weren't praying for it. But it looked like you needed that brief moment of relief from what you were feeling, like you needed to be absolved."
"Absolution," Matt breathed.
“Yes,” Dominic brushed his lips against Matt’s cheek as he raised his free hand to cradle his cheek. He pulled back slightly to look at Matthew’s exquisite features and those eyes which appeared darker. Matthew turned to be closer, blue eyes scanning a perfect face, gaze resting on full lips.
Matthew claimed the mouth in front of him. He was surprised at his own action but more surprised as Dominic returned the kiss without hesitation, threading his fingers through Matt’s hair, closing the distance between their bodies til there was none. They could feel both the restraint of being in public and their need for each other. Dominic didn’t want to this lose this opportunity. He pulled away, whispering into Matthew’s ear. “This may be a bit fast but, do you want to go back to mine? Please?” he moaned as Matt repositioned his hips against Dominic’s.
“Fast? It’s taken you four weeks,” Matt giggled in response, bringing their foreheads to rest against each other.
Pecking the lips in front of him briefly, he grabbed hold of Matt’s hands and swiftly led him towards the back of the gallery, ignoring the odd call of his name.
“Dominic, where are we going? And shouldn’t you finish up your show?”
“To mine. And no. Tom and I own the gallery and we have Morgan, our Curator, to take care of everything,” he responded, chuckling over his shoulder as they reached what looked like a storeroom. Dominic released Matt’s hands and retrieved a set of keys from his pocket. He unlocked and opened the door with a flourish. What was revealed was a simple staircase leading to a shiny red door. Taking Matt’s hand again he led him up the stairs, quickly unlocking the door and ushering him in. He closed the door behind them quietly.
Matt stepped into the space before him that contained both studio and living space. It reflected the warmth and comfort that it’s owner exuded, the qualities that made Dominic irresistible to Matt. Bare arms wrapped around him from behind, hands exploring the shirt underneath his jacket. Matt felt an incredible sense of happiness in those arms. Turning, he wrapped his arms around Dominic’s shoulders, bringing him closer for a kiss.
The kiss went on, broken only when an item of clothing was removed or due to hysterical giggling when they both tripped on their jeans around their ankles, as neither of them had thought to remove shoes. That kiss carried them into Dominic’s bedroom, onto his unbelievably soft blood red sheets where they now lay naked.
As Dominic lay on his back with Matthew between his legs, nuzzling his balls, long fingers tracing the length and breadth of his cock he could only think of being filled by the man who now owned him. It really had been that simple. Something happened at the Common that night. Something happened when that man died that day. Something happened when Matthew kissed him in front of a packed art gallery and something was happening right now.
“Matthew, please. I want to come with you inside me,” Dominic pleaded, his fingers carding through soft hair. Matt stopped his ministrations abruptly and looked into grey pleading eyes.
“You want me inside you?” his voice was tinged with disbelief.
Dominic’s face was contorted with good humored confusion. “Yes, you idiot,” he said sitting up and slowly turning them over so Matt was beneath him. In this position he licked up the full length of Matt’s swollen cock. “I want this,” lick, “inside me,” lick, “when I come.”
“Oh, God, yes,” Matt moaned, head thrown back, exposing the length of his pale throat, which Dominic took advantage of. Swallowing hard, Matt said, “I’m just not usually, you know, the one who…,” he trailed off.
“Get’s to do the fucking?” Dominic asked, quirking an eyebrow.
“Well, yeah.”
“Well, I firmly believe in equal opportunity and I also have fantasized about you fucking me senseless for the last four weeks,” Dominic replied, grinning.
“So, no pressure?”
“No, love, no pressure. Ever,” Dominic replied much more seriously, running his fingers from Matt’s temple to his lips. He brushed them gently then kissed him with a depth of meaning that hadn’t been explored yet. Matt responded immediately, wrapping his arms around Dominic and pulling them tighter, trying to meld them into one. With this new freedom he confidently rolled them back.
Matt kissed and laved his way down the lightly tanned body spread wantonly in front of him, noting the areas that elicited the most encouraging responses. He gently sucked Dominic’s thick cock. He ran his fingers down the inside of each thigh, pushing them further apart as his mouth continued it’s exploration, taking in that most personal of scents and then using his tongue to taste and explore Dominic’s core.
Dominic writhed under his tongue and touch. He blindly fumbled at the bedside table, looking for the essentials. He grunted in frustration, not wanting to pull away from Matt. Matt intervened and broke off, following Dominic’s reach and finding the lubricant and condom he was after. Before he could return Dominic grabbed Matthew’s face and pulled him down into a slow deep kiss, both moaning. “Now. Please?” he asked, eyes pleading. Matt merely nodded in response.
Matthew lubed his fingers and prepared Dominic. With each finger he inserted, scissoring to stretch him, Dominic pushed down on them, wanting more. Matt wanted more. Before he had a chance Dominic sat up, took the condom and swiftly prepared Matt, then just as quickly lay back, legs spread, arms reaching for him.
Matthew dove into Dominic’s arms, mouths joined as he slowly entered Dominic’s heat. Dominic winced slightly at the stretch, Matt immediately stopping.
“Are you ok? We can stop. You can be on top,” Matt attempted to say before gentle shushing and strokes down his sides stopped his rambling.
“I’m fine, love,” Dominic sighed, “please don’t stop?” Dominic reached down to Matt’s buttocks and wrapped his legs around his waist, encouraging him to continue. Matt complied and continued entering Dominic til he could go no further. Dominic shuddered beneath him, then moaned as he began a constant driving rhythm, which seemed to please both of them.
The speed and depth built up, Dominic crying out ecstatically as a certain spot was hit on each in thrust, his fists pulling at the sheets. Just watching the golden man underneath him reacting like this, was almost more than Matt could bear as he concentrated on giving Dominic all that he deserved. His frown of concentration was noticed by Dominic, which disappeared as he was smiled at with gratitude and love. Then Dominic arched back, head slamming into the mattress as he came hard, crying out Matthew’s name.
This was enough for Matt as he quickly followed with the contraction of Dominic’s body around his cock. Matt’s body was rocked with aftershocks as he struggled to hold himself up. Noticing this, Dominic pulled Matt down to lay on top of him, holding him through his shuddering.
They lay spent, cuddling into each other after Matt pulled out and they had cleaned each other up, tenderly. Dominic pecked along Matt’s jaw, enjoying a lingering kiss at his lips.
“So, tell me about your day?” Dominic asked as the kiss ended.
“You don’t want to hear about my day,” Matt replied, hiding his face in Dominic’s shoulder. Dominic swiftly took hold of Matt’s face rolling them so Matt was on top again.
“Yes, Matt. I want to hear about your day. Each and every day,” he said gently as he stroked the brunette’s cheek with his thumb. “I want us to be able to tell each other everything.” Matt nodded in response.
“May I ask a question?” Matt asked, almost shyly. Dominic nodded this time. “Can I buy the photos of you in the red fishnet tights?”
Dominic chuckled, “Oh, you saw them! Well, you know, you don’t really need the photos, I still have the tights,” he said slyly. Matt giggled. Then his face became shy again.
“Absolution? How much is it?” Matt asked, quietly. Dominic looked at Matt directly.
“It isn’t for sale. It belongs to a private collection,” he replied.
“Oh,” Matt said, sounding disappointed.
“Matty?”
“Yep,” Matt replied.
“Absolution is ours.”