DOMN8R (part 5)
Title: DOMN8R
Author: stargarnet
Pairing: Belldom
Warnings: Explicit content, chapters, keep n eye on the tags.
Summary: A chance meeting, a work relationship and some interesting exploration.
Thank you to the people who keep poking me about this, and the MSAward nomination, but particularly: matturemuser, millionstar and thekeyholder
Disclaimer: Of course this is fiction.
Part 4
Matt examined the man in front of him. Dominic was totally wrecked, yet blissfully so. He looked down at the softening cocks that lay between them, feeling a sudden churning in his gut. The true realisation of what they had just done, what HE had done, slammed him hard.
“I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry, Dom.” Matt rolled backwards onto the balls of his feet, hands scrambling at the walls to stand up. His muscles not entirely responding yet informing him of their displeasure at being moved too quickly. He rather inelegantly stood up and backed toward the door of the stall, shoving himself back into his damp pants.
“Matt? Wha...What!?” Dominic struggled to catch up to the sudden change in Matt’s demeanour as he attempted to stand, reaching out for him, falling back down on his arse from the lack of circulation to his lower limbs. “Wait! Matt!”
“No, Dom. This isn’t right. This should never of happened. This isn’t...I can’t. This is wrong." Matthew's voice cracked on each word.
Matt felt cold and hot at the same time, skin prickling at the sweat that had broken out across his forehead and upper lip. He felt nauseas, gut tightening in anxiety. Whilst most of the steam in the bathroom had dissipated, he felt clammy and found it difficult to breathe. All he could think about was getting the hell out, away, and maybe throwing up. He closed his eyes to Dom’s expression as he backed out and ran out of the bathroom, eyes to the ground, trying to block the sound of his name being called over and over.
“Oh, God. I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have done that,” he kept repeating, breathlessly, feet shuffling toward the sanctuary of his car. The images, the sensations, kept running through his mind. It couldn’t be real. It was a joke, surely. No one had ever wanted him like that, to be like that with him. He had never done anything like that. It had to be some cruel joke that Dominic was playing. The yelling had stopped. Matt imagined that Dominic was probably laughing to himself. It had to have been a joke. It must be how Dom got his kicks, playing the coy sub to actually dominate and manipulate others.
“What the fuck was I thinking?” he asked out loud, as he retrieved his car keys from his pocket. He rapidly unlocked the car as he approached. He replayed the scene again in his head once he got into the car. How could he possibly have thought that someone like Dom would be interested in someone like him?
“I am so fucking stupid.” Sniffing hard, he wiped the tears from his face and drove out of the car park.
--o--
The weekend came and went. Matthew, quite uncharacteristically, didn’t log on to the work email at all in that time, for fear that Dominic would be online and see that he was too. Thankfully, he thought, they hadn’t exchanged phone numbers so less chance of confrontation.
"Yeah, says the man who pulled us both off at the same time,” he had thought to himself, repeatedly internally punishing himself. Everytime he thought about it he felt sick and stupid. That didn’t stop the dreams though.
Each night he had a rush of memory as to how Dominic tasted, the texture of his tongue, the roof of his mouth. The taste of his sweat tortured him. He recalled the way Dom responded to being told what to do, the tension in his body and that keening scream of release when he came. It had felt so right and then so wrong.
He thought of these things as he wanked in the shower, relishing the memory of Dominic saying, “Please, Doctor.” But then again, as the post-orgasmic downward spiral commenced, his mind kept telling him that it couldn’t have been real. Someone like Dom could firstly, not be attracted to someone like him and secondly, not possibly be legitimately turned on by Matt dominating him.
He hadn’t spoken to anyone about it. Matthew had gone through the motions of the weekend. He didn’t even mention it to Grace in their brief Facebook messenger chats they randomly engaged in. He hadn’t talked about it to Chris when he went over for a Sunday barbecue.
He hoped that Dominic would have the manners to leave him alone at work. And as Monday bled into the rest of the week, it seemed that his hope of not being faced with the reality of what had happened in the bathroom was coming to fruition. Not once had he seen Dominic to speak to. He had been online, but no chats happened. Emails came and went that they both had responded to and all was professional and polite. Given the time of semester, Matt had been able to park away from the track and hence there was even less risk of meeting him, though he had seen Dominic running each morning when he arrived at work.
He had been silently congratulating himself on all of this late on the Friday afternoon as he was packing the gifts for the student Peer Mentor dinner they were having that evening. At the end of each year they had a small thank you event for the graduating Mentors for their volunteer work. It was always a relaxed evening because the staff-student relationship no longer existed, they were officially colleagues. Grace had always helped coordinate the group, so she was, as usual, his date for the evening. They had even car pooled so that one of them didn’t have to drive and could have a few. This time it was Grace. Out of the corner of his eye he had earlier seen her wander past his office in an off-the-shoulder, floor length electric blue dress, that was casual enough for the evening, yet still stunning and fairly goddess like. Which was fairly appropriate, he thought. Finally, having gathered his things he made his way to her office. On reaching her doorway, he stood stunned. A familiar blonde head sat opposite her desk.
“Matty! Are you ready?” Grace practically beamed from behind her desk. As she did so, Dominic stood up from the seat, turning to acknowledge Matt.
“Yeah,” Matt cleared his throat. “Yeah, sure.” He looked perfect in a pale blue button down shirt with dark skinny jeans. His sunglasses hung carelessly from the neck of the shirt, exposing a little extra golden skin.
“Excellent! Dominic is coming with us! Isn’t that great? I ran into him at the cafe this morning and he is wanting to start up a Mentor programme in Physio, so I thought this evening would give him an opportunity to find out more about what can be achieved. I was going to tell you earlier, but you have had that grumpy thing happening all week. I thought it would be a nice surprise.” Grace smiled at Matt encouragingly.
“I hope that’s ok?” Dominic shifted his weight between feet.
Matt looked between them both, lips pressed together tightly.
“Of course,” he replied, trying to throw some cheer in.
“See, Dom, I said it would be fine. Matty, Dom here thought he would be intruding. I said that wasn't true,” she said dismissively, waving her hand as she breezed past Dominic to Matt, gently pushing him into the room proper as she exited. “Back shortly, need to grab something from the printer. Don’t get too comfortable, we’re leaving soon.” With that the two men stood facing each other, awkwardly.
Dominic sucked in air to speak.
"Don't, just don't, " Matt hissed, holding up a hand.
"Yes, Doctor."
"Oh, for goodness sake! Just stop!"
“Matt…”
“No! Just no!”
“Matty?” Grace stood at the door to her office, papers in hand. “What’s going on?” Her face crinkled in the frown that meant she was ready to go from peaceful to ‘Mama Bear’ in a heartbeat.
“Nothing, Gracie. Really, nothing is going on. At all,” Matt replied motioning placatingly towards her. He had witnessed her in protective mode before with her students, reducing a cocky medical team to a bunch of frightened children with a few choice words. Being on the receiving end of that was not something he wished for Dominic right then.
She wasn’t convinced though, the thin line of her lips was a clear indicator. She refocused her attention.
“Dominic?”
“Grace, everything is fine. Matt and I, we…”
“We had a bit of a misunderstanding,” Matt finished, looking to Dominic, who paled slightly at the words. He nodded in agreement, regardless. Her glare shifted between them.
“ A misunderstanding? Matt, I haven’t seen you look like this for ages and I know what caused it last time.”
“No, no, Gracie. Seriously, we are fine. We just need to,” Matt looked at Dominic resignedly, “we need to sort something out.” Dominic visibly relaxed.
“Ya, think?” Grace replied pointedly. “Look, I don’t know what is going on here,” she waved her hand between the two men, “and I get the feeling neither do you, so let’s just go out, and have a good time, yeah? God knows we’ve deserved it this semester.”
Matthew and Dominic nodded in silent acquiescence.
“Good, because, I am going to be the sober one tonight and I don’t need that to be any more painful than it is already going to be.”
--oo--
The evening had been brilliant. It was the beginning of the graduation celebrations for the students and they had certainly let their hair down. Dominic watched closely as Matthew and Grace interacted with the students and each other. Both academics had relaxed noticeably since leaving campus and the brief discomfort in Grace’s office. Dominic still had no idea what had happened on Saturday morning. It had felt so right, and so fucking good, and then Matt had just bolted. He had spent the week feeling shit, til Grace had found him, and now here he was. But, God, he wanted to just touch him, hold him, kiss him, taste him again.
The ride to the restaurant in Grace’s car had helped. Like Dom, she had a taste for performance vehicles, her pretty blue WRX STI being testament to that. There was little opportunity for Dominic to feel uncomfortable as Grace just pulled him into conversation, the banter centring upon Grace’s quirky playlists, with an associated sing along to a selection of Frozen tracks, peppered with Matthew’s signature giggles. During dinner, Grace had managed to strategically place Dominic next to Matthew. The seats were benches, and it was crowded, so their legs frequently bumped. The first time it happened, Matthew jumped and wriggled but he then appeared resigned to the fact it was going to happen. At one point, admittedly after a glass of red, Matthew had put his hand on Dom’s leg under the table, asking how he was enjoying the evening. Matthew was relaxing finally and it turned out to be the first conversation of many that they had to themselves that evening.
Matthew had been attentive and kind to him at dinner. He had shown equal attention to Grace and the students, but always included Dominic in the conversation. Dom loved the competence and humble confidence that Matt, and Grace for that matter, exuded and found it alluring. He was drawn to Matt. As were, it appeared, a number of his now ex-students. As the evening continued the more apparent it became, with the flirting that ensued and the double entendres. Matthew deftly deflected them, as did Grace and Dominic. It had been interesting to observe both their reactions to Dom being hit on by one of the braver grads. They had both stiffened visibly when the girl sitting next to Dom became very friendly, tracing her finger around his ear as she pointed out how lovely they were. Matt’s hand had come close to bruising Dom’s leg in the process. But that had been dinner, and now they had made their way to a club where, the graduates had promised, that old academics like them would be happy and perhaps surprised at what they would find. They had hinted that a staff member from the medical school was a resident DJ. Grace in particular had been fascinated by this little piece of information.
As soon as they entered the club, Grace had started swaying and moving to the music. If this is what she was like without alcohol, so free and uninhibited, Dom was almost frightened as to what she would be like after a few drinks. He looked to Matt who was just smiling and bobbing his head along to the beat as he watched her approvingly, as did a number of the men, and women, in the room. The group eventually made it through the crowd and found themselves a booth to be their base for the evening. Whilst everyone took seats, Grace stood at the edge of the table scanning the environment.
“Is she okay?” Dom asked Matt.
Matt looked over to Grace and watched for a moment. Turning his attention back to Dominic, “Oh, yeah. Habit of hers. She scans her environment for potential threats and exit strategies. She’s been trained well by the UN.”
“Did you say the UN, like United Nations?” Dominic was confused.
“She gets deployed every so often to assist with emergency humanitarian situations, so she has to be security savvy. Worries me sick every time she goes.”
“Oh. So looking like a meerkat on alert is part of that?”
“Huh?”
“Look,” Dominic pointed at her
Matt glanced over at Grace again, and yes, he knew that face and he followed her line of sight. What he saw explained it.
“Ah, no. That is the reaction of Grace Marino finding something or someONE of interest. This time, that would be a rather hot IT guy, called David, from Medicine who has been working with her on setting up the new web design for one of her projects. It would appear that he is also the DJ.” Matt sighed loudly as he tracked the man walking from the DJ platform toward their table, clearly having spotted Grace. “This is going to be interesting. Moth to the flame.”
“Which one is which?”
“Do you really need me to answer that?” Matt replied nodding at the man closing in on them.
He was about the same height as Matt and Dominic, close cropped dark hair, a bright cheeky smile and sparkling eyes. He was clearly fit, his dark button down shirt pulled nicely across his chest as he moved. He wore black jeans that hugged his arse just right. The three of them gave the man a thorough, approving appraisal.
Matt was right, the DJ was drawn straight to Grace, who welcomed him with a broad smile. He moved to embrace her, but she had kept her arms close to her body, not allowing access, so he stepped back awkwardly. But they quickly started chatting.
“Ouch,” Matt hissed.
“Yeah, not fun being on the receiving end of something like that,” Dom muttered, looking at his drink menu. Matt looked at him sharply, but not angrily.
“Dom, I…”
“Matty, Dom! You know David?” Grace interrupted.
“Yeah, sure,” Matt stood to shake the young man’s hand. “And this is Dominic.”
“Hi, David,” Dom stood and shook his hand, nodding his greeting.
“So, you guys here for a while? Please tell me you aren’t chaperoning your students tonight. I recognise some of the people on the dance floor.”
“Yeah. Here for a while I think,” Matt replied. “And I think that lot are able to take care of themselves by now,” he finished, laughing.
“Great. I just finished lining up the next lot of tracks. I’ll be starting them soon, get some atmosphere going.” He turned to Grace. “Maybe I can catch you on the floor?”
“Sounds like a plan,” she said, placing a hand on his arm and smiling up warmly into his green-blue eyes. David stood still for a moment, blinking as though to clear his head, a silly little smirk on his face.
“Great. Okay, I had better, you know, yeah, soon...okay?” he said backing away.
Grace nodded and waved at the young man.
Matt motioned for her to lean in. “Be gentle with him, Gracie. You already have him tripping over his words.”
She chuckled in response. “Oh, I will be, Matty, til he begs for me not to be.” She winked at Dom as she said this, and watched him shiver as a result. Interesting, she thought.
“Hey, Matty, do you wanna stay here while Dom and I get the three of us a drink?”
“Since when do you need help?”
“Since I got old. Now can you stay and hold the booth for a few?”
Matt shrugged and nodded in response, sitting down.
“I guess I will be helping with the drinks then,” Dom mumbled to Matt.
“I guess you will,” chuckled Matt. “It’s okay, it means she likes you.”
“Right. Back soon,” promised Dom as he swooped down to capture Matt’s lips. His immediate response was to pull back as Matt froze, but he was quickly recaptured when long fingers threaded through his hair and pulled him in for a soft exploratory kiss. When they broke away, they both looked as happy and as confused as they felt. With a final quick peck to the lips, Dom went in search of Grace.
Grace had seen the kiss and frowned as Dom approached and stood by her at the bar. She had already ordered the drinks so was leaning against one of the pylons that provided the bar’s structure, waiting for him.
“Dominic, look at me,” she stepped purposefully toward him. Surprised by her tone Dominic looked and didn’t dare drop his gaze, though it flicked between her dark eyes.
“Dominic, you need to understand something. I am loyal and protective and Matthew has had his fair share of heartache. Do I need to say any more than that, Dominic?” Her voice was crisp and clear, each syllable snapped out like a whip. Even in the dim light of the club Grace could see the flush of colour to Dominic’s skin, and the nervous licking of his lips as his eyes flickered to her own as he nodded. Her eyebrows raised at the implications of his reaction to her behaviour.
“Oh, I see. Well then,” and she moved a step closer, the fabric of her dress briefly brushing against his linen shirt. She leaned in, her mouth right next to his ear. She breathed her next question.
“I believe our positions are clear, Dominic?”
“Ye..es,” he stammered. His cock twitched automatically.
Grace briefly considered asking, “Yes, what, Dominic?” but thought better of it.
“Thank you, Dominic.”
He swallowed visibly, and nodded again.
“Here you go love,” called the bartender.
“Oh, thank you. Dominic, can you carry a couple please?”
They made their way back to the table, Dominic trailing behind Grace. As soon as they arrived though, Matthew, took the drinks from them both, deposited them on the table and pulled them onto the dance floor.
The tracks David had lined up were heavy on the bass and good old fashioned techno. Grace was immediately in her element. Matt and Dominic slowly worked out their rhythm and started to relax with each other. As the tracks switched to a dirtier rhythm, David appeared in the trio, directly behind Grace, mesmerised by the sway, locks, pops and undulations of her body. Dom and Matt watched him morph from Mr Nice Guy into the cat that got the cream. He placed his hands gently on her hips and drew them together, her hips and his moving synchronously. She didn’t object and moved his hands to wrap around her body proper. She melted against him as they let the music guide them.
Inspired and feeling brave, Dom gently took hold of Matt’s hips from behind as he rolled his body to the music, Matt’s scent close. As Dom moved he felt Matt’s shoulders and buttocks coming into contact with his body. With each movement their bodies came closer together until they were flush against each other. They were rolling their bodies together. Matt was leading the movement and Dom was following, contouring himself to Matt’s curves, angles and the shapes he was forming. Dom’s chin brushed against the bare skin where Matt’s shirt had fallen away at his collarbone, fine stubble gently grazing it.
Dom turned his head towards him, nuzzling the back of his neck. Matt, rolling down hard against Dom, ground back. They both gasped at the sensation. Matt’s body arched back. Elegant hands reached behind and cradled Dom’s head, Matt’s fingers gently running through blonde hair as Dom kissed along his neck. Another roll and Dom bit down gently, arms tightening around Matt’s waist. He gasped and ground backwards, his other hand twining in Dom’s fingers at his waist. They continued like that. Dom could feel himself against him, hard and each time they rolled his gasps became more breathless, the occasional growl let loose on Matt’s skin followed by gently nipping teeth. Matt’s fingers tightened in Dom’s hair.
The music then changed tempo to more of a pop driven track. The crowd around them starting to bounce up and down. The spell was broken.
“Please, Doctor. Take me home.”