Written in the Walls: 3/??
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lalalive23Title: Written in the Walls
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lalalive23
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Bell/Dom and a few original characters.
Summary: Matt and Dom are teachers at a local high school in 1954. They don't want their relationship to be discovered, especially by those they work with, even though they've been living together for nearly 4 years. This is the story of what happens when the school librarian discovers them.
Warning: Sex, fluff
Feedback: Is nice! I like it loads! Just don't make fun of me, plz <3
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse. I don't make money off this. This never happened. I do, however, own the characters Ellen and Martin. They are mine, so please do not take them. I am willing to share if you want to collaborate on something, but otherwise no touchy plz!
Note: Endless thanks todolce_piccante, sunshine_173, and millionstar for being fabulous bit readers, cheerleaders, putting up with my insecurities, and being incredible friends. This story would not exist if it weren't for you ladies <3 Thanks also to myz_bee for being a fabulous friend. To everyone who commented on the past chapters, I cannot thank you enough. Words cannot express how much it means to me to know you are enjoying this. Enjoy!!
Matthew
The sounds of a soft snore and the gentle ruffle of cotton eased me from my sleep. Warmth was beating down on my face, my position between the bed sheets suddenly getting quite hot. I smiled to myself, my eyes still closed, as I realized that we had forgotten to completely shut the curtains in our frenzy of hands, tongues, and skin the night before. Light tickles of Dom's fluffy hair spread across my neck, prompting me to fully open my eyes and look down to see him nuzzling his face closer to me, a natural reaction of his slender body. I traced a pattern in the maze of his back with my hand, reveling in the astonishing smoothness of his skin. He subconsciously responded by raising goosebumps in the wake of my fingers, a pleasant sigh interrupting one of his snores. The arm that was slung over my waist tightened protectively, almost possessively. I stroked the hair away from his forehead and caressed his cheek as a thanks he would never be aware of.
I would never get tired of these private moments, my inability to sleep in late causing me to wake up at least thirty minutes before Dominic. Always, I would sit transfixed as I would marvel at the morning sun as it spread across his skin giving him a haunting, almost angelic, glow. He was something majestic, something to be admired, and I would never tell him, but I loved him most when he was between the sheets with me. His confidence was incomprehensibly sexy, but in the morning, his eyelashes rubbing innocently against my skin and his happy sighs of contented bliss would never compete with his teasing stares.
My thoughts were interrupted as I watched those eyelashes blink quickly, squinting in the bright room as they adjusted, and I smiled lovingly at him. The air in my lungs hitched as he brought his eyes to mine and returned the smile, heaving himself upwards to kiss my lips sweetly.
"Good morning lover," he whispered against my mouth.
"Good morning," came my soft reply, my tongue grazing along his lips.
We kissed deeply for a few moments, our tongues twisting together languidly. A soft sigh escaped Dominic's throat and he turned his body over, coming to rest atop me. I felt his morning erection bump into my thigh, a smile of knowing spreading my lips as we kissed. I spread my legs a little, allowing his lean form to settle comfortably.
"Good sleep?" he finally asked me, our lips breaking apart with a light 'pop.' He sat back on his knees, the sheet falling down his back leaving his whole body to my view.
"Yes, I do believe so," I laughed heartily, running my hands up and down his thighs. "You wore me out. I could sleep for days."
He screwed his face up into a look of mock disdain. "Me?" he exaggerated the word sounding offended. "You were going at it so hard I doubt I'll be able to walk for weeks!" He slapped his arm to his chest, clutching his heart like an over dramatic movie star.
I furrowed my brow seriously. "Well, Dominic, if it's such an imposition then I guess I'll just have to stop doing that for you."
Before the sentence had time to linger in the air, Dominic had thrown himself onto my body, hungrily feasting on my lips. "Like hell you will," he murmured.
His arms wound around my neck, my own hands gripping his hips as I pulled him closer to me, our erections rubbing together. I broke the kiss for a second as a hiss of air escaped my lips, Dominic taking my bottom lip between his teeth and pulling. With a slight roll of his hips down, he ground our bodies together and my head fell back with a sharp cry. In the quiet womb of the room, it seemed to echo for hours.
Dominic slowly eased his body down, placing wet open mouthed kisses on random areas of my chest as he went. Laving a nipple wetly with his tongue, licking gently at my collarbone, he seemed to explore my skin with exquisite slowness, though he knew it far better than I did myself. He pulled gently at the hair beneath my navel with his teeth, my back arching off the bed.
I watched Dominic sink further down and my head collapsed against the pillows, my arms splayed out and tangling in the sheets. I started to brace myself for what was coming. His lips placed gentle, tender kisses to the inside of my thighs. Repeating the motion two times, avoiding where I wanted him the most. My breathing was becoming uneven in anticipation and I could feel the cool air being blown from his nose as he breathed gentle over my groin.
"Dominic," I said thickly. I brought my eyes down to the blonde head between my legs, his eyes inspecting my muscles as he gripped my knees, bending them and placing my feet flat on the bed.
"Yes, lover," he replied, not meeting my gaze, instead running his cheek across the inside of my leg. His eyes were half lidded and glazed over with lust. The sight made me drop my head in heart swelling agony.
"Please," I wheezed. "Don't tease me." I dropped my head back to the pillows, squeezing my eyes shut.
"As you wish, darling," he aid sweetly before he placed a chaste kiss to the head of my cock.
He took me down in one fluid motion, his wet hand fingering my balls eagerly. My chest seemed to constrict at the sudden heat of his mouth, my breath hitching for a moment. The warmth of his tongue swirling and tasting made my fingers ball into fists. With a slight hesitation, I opened my eyes and looked down my body, feeling myself get hypnotized at the sight of his golden hair falling around my dark pubic hair. Sensing that he was being watched, he brought his eyes to met my stare, smiling wide as he could with his lips stretched around my cock. A hum reverberated from his chest and down my cock into the very core of my being, eliciting a shaky whine from the depths of my soul.
Bringing one hand to tighten around the base of my cock, he slid his tongue over my slit as his other hand dragged a finger down my perineum to my entrance, tracing it gently. It would be impossible to describe the force of the shudder that rippled through and along my body, making the hairs of my arms stand on end. I felt his chuckle vibrate down my cock, the pleasure heightening exponentially. A light sheen of sweat began to spread it's way down my neck and my hair line, my orgasm beginning to coil in the base of my stomach. Out of my conscious control, my hips began to buck wildly into Dominic's mouth, his wrist corkscrewing around my cock in the opposite direction of his tongue. Haze consumed my mind as thoughts began to dissipate into nothing-ness, the urge to come consuming my entire being.
"Do-Dominic," I panted. "Dom - unnggg - please. Finish me," I was pleading with him, my head rolling from side to side. Like a child, I kicked my legs, wiggling at the incredible pleasure his hot mouth provided me. My chest was heaving and I'm sure I looked the picture definition of desperate, but Dominic knew I was right on the edge, and fulfilled my desires.
Limber and strong fingers pushed their way inside me, curling to stroke my prostate.
"Oh God," I cried. Broken pictures of colour sparked in my brain. His fingers quickly matched the rhythm of his mouth, pressing my spot at the perfect intervals. With one deep suck, I felt myself hit the back of his throat, a whine crawling it's way from my heart and my arse clenching furiously around his hand.
"Dominic!" was the last coherent word I could manage before I came violently, spilling myself down his throat as he sucked me dry. My neck and back arched high off the bed, my head pressing itself deep into the pillows, my toes curling with intense pleasure as my orgasm seemed to rumble the bones in my body.
I collapsed back on the bed, my eyes tightly shut as my body shuddered in an attempt to calm down. Dominic pulled his lips off of me and removed his fingers. A lazy smile spread itself across my lips as I felt him crawl up to me, his skin grazing mine from time to time.
"Happy?" he muttered kissing my jaw.
"You minx," was all I could heave from my voice, still wheezing with pleasure.
Soft fingers found their way to my stomach, circling patches of skin with their tips as Dominic hummed a quiet tune. "I could do this all day," he whispered. "Be in bed with you and never leave."
From the tip of my toes to the crown of my head I felt warmth spread at the words, and I could not explain why such a simple sentiment spurred such a reaction within me. Whenever he said things like this, whispered gently and not urging a response, it always meant as much to me as his utmost declarations of love. Perhaps because laced within those words was a hidden meaning, a deeper meaning, as if this language were code for his affections; a language only I could decipher.
Yet, nudging at the back of my brain was the knowledge that we would eventually have to pull ourselves from the sanctuary of the room, our neighbor having invited us to the garden party she was hosting that afternoon. Having RSVP'd weeks ago, we couldn't back out at such short notice. Well, one of us could, but we both could not feasibly neglect the party without it appearing suspicious. And even if it didn't, to make a habit of such a thing would lead to there being a cause.
"As tempting and heavenly as that sounds, you know that's not possible," I said slowly, stroking Dominic's hair.
He let out a huff of air, his face pressed into my chest, making a sound between a raspberry and a groan. The tickling of his fluttering lips made me giggle loudly.
"Ugh, fine," he said with disdain. Even in his still sleepy state, he seemed to lift himself off the bed with astonishing elegance, and I watched hungrily as his entire body was exposed to me. Without any sign of shame he stood at the foot of the bed, stretching his arms over his head as he yawned, his back muscles flexing with the strain. Even his arse seemed to naturally flex, and I did not make any attempt to look away. Instead, I crawled on all fours over to his back and placed a wet kiss in the center of his spine. Over his left shoulder he smiled down at me, thanked me, and turned to head to our bathroom. It was then that I noticed his hard cock standing tall as he moved. I stopped him with a hand on his hip.
"Let me take care of that for you?" I asked kissing his ribs, still on my knees on the bed.
"You always do," he said kissing the top of my head and wiggling his eyebrows as he continued to the shower. Only last year had Dominic made me aware that he would think of me in the shower as he wanked himself, a sight I had witnessed almost as many times as I had made love to him. But it was not the image of Dominic tugging his hand up and down his cock that excited me the most, though it did rank in my list of top five most erotic scenes, it was the mystery of how he imagined me that was the biggest turn on. He had offered many times to tell me, indulge me in his shower fantasies, but I told him I did not want to know. The secret itself was sexier than I could imagine.
Since we had started living together, merely two months after we met, our morning routine saw us filling the roles of domesticity with startling comfort. Until I had met Dominic, I had not pictured myself living contentedly with another person. Of course, I had wished for it, but everything the world had told me about myself had taught me not to expect it. So, I had planned to live by myself, in London, away from Sheffield where everyone knew me, my history. Only one month after moving to Sevenoaks, in the midst of a failing job hunt, did I meet Dominic. It was simply astounding to consider how quickly the future I had painted for myself faded away, as visions of Dominic and myself together in a small home started to consume my mind.
After Dominic's shower, we ate the breakfast of bacon and eggs I had prepared. Simple, but extremely delicious. We dressed together, only after I had fought with Dominic to keep him naked for the entire day. "Mrs. DeSantis would mind," I argued, "but I hardly will." I was rewarded with a teasing nip on my nose.
I stood in the mirror as I tucked my under shirt into my black trousers, and smiled as Dominic came up behind me fully clothed. Our eyes met in the glass, smiles on both of our faces. Resting his head on my shoulder, his nimble fingers stroked my newly combed hair, petting and rubbing the strands between their tips. gently, he began to massage my scalp, a happy sigh escaping my mouth. I turned to him, raised my hand to his cheek and kissed him, our lips meeting chastely and passionately. It would be the last intimate contact we would have until the end of the evening.
Mrs. DeSantis lived in the house to the left of us, and had been living there for years before we moved in. She was a sweet and loving old woman of about 62, her face wrinkled with laugh lines and smiles, silver hair always in a neat coif atop her head. The day Dominic and I had moved in, she greeted us at our doorstep with a cheesecake, welcoming us to the street. For hours she pressed us on where we were from, what uni we went to, how we knew each other. We bumbled through our stories, neither having thought about how we would answer those types questions. We must have looked right fools, and I am certain she saw right through us, but she never said anything or questioned our answers. Having been our first friend in town, we often talked about if we should tell her the truth, but the risk was too much to bear, and so we kept silence. But, again, I was certain she suspected something. Whenever we went to her house, she would hold our hands in greeting and smile at us in a special way, as if she knew but didn't mind. Perhaps it was my wishful thinking.
Soon after Dominic rang her doorbell, the door opened and her cheery laugh seemed to rumble straight from her round belly.
"Oh my boys!" she cried, clasping her hands together. "I am so pleased you could make it. Come in, come in. This is your home as much as it is mine!"
She shuffled us in, patting Dominic's back as he walked by and pecked a kiss to her cheek. A hearty laugh echoed from her chest as she shamelessly kissed his and did nothing to hide her blush. Soothing warmth spread itself across my body as she embraced me in a tight hug, her presence always reminding me of the grandmother I wished I had.
"Oh, welcome, welcome, my boys," she muttered as she shut the door. She turned back to us and took our hands as we stood in the foyer. Looking up at us, as she was quite short, she smiled in the way we knew she would. Secretive, knowing, proud, and loving. Or perhaps it was none of those things and it was just her way of expressing her joy at "two handsome young men visiting her," as she always put it. I would never be able to work out which it was.
"Well, come into the back yard. You're just in time." She led us through her comfortable home which smelled of a variety of food, a change from its usual flowery scent. As usual, my eyes were drawn to all things she had collected from her life. She married young, only 18 when she walked down the aisle, but she and the late Mr. DeSantis had waited to have children, instead traveling the world before they settled into family life. I could have listened to her stories of India, Africa, and America for days.
"The Rosewalds have arrived, and the Kingly family. Oh, Angelica is positively chomping at the bit to see you boys again." I faded back into the conversation she was having with Dominic as we passed from the kitchen to her back door, the guests seated at round iron tables in her spacious back yard.
We had barely stepped through the threshold when Angelica ran up to Dominic and hugged his thigh, the only part of him she could reach. Angelica Nichols was Mrs. DeSantis' third grand-daughter born to her daughter Rosemary. She was an adorably sweet girl, six years old and agonizingly smart. Her brown hair was in pig-tails and tied with purple ribbons that matched her ruffled dress.
"Hello, sweet girl!" Dominic cried happily. The two adored each other, and had from the moment they met. From the instant he introduced himself, Angelica was positively enamored Dominic, never leaving his side when he was near and preferring to be on his hip instead of her mother's. Now that she was old enough to walk, she would rarely let go his hand and would usually force him to sit next to her at dinners. Recently, she had taken to introducing him to our neighbors as her boyfriend.
"Dominic, you didn't come to Nana's last weekend," she said with a pout as he lifted her to plant a kiss on her forehead. "Why not?"
"Well," he sighed, and brought her back to her feet. "I wanted to, but Matthew and I had serious work business to take care of. Grading papers and tests." Kneeling before her, he squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, a physical show of his displeasure. I smiled to myself, knowing that, yes, we had in fact graded papers, but it was only when we weren't severely distracted with one another. "Forgive me my darling?" he asked with puppy dog eyes.
"Well....." she hesitated, thinking hard about the answer she wanted to give. "Of course!" she cried, throwing her arms around his neck.
Almost as quickly as she had thrown herself at Dominic, she came to me and hugged me with all the strength a child could manage. "Hello Matthew!" she exclaimed.
I bent to her level and looked into her lovely chocolate brown eyes. "Hello, love." I pecked a quick kiss to her nose and she giggled with glee before running back to Dominic and took his hand. Straightening up, I laughed as I watched her pull him over to Natalie Kingly, crying "Natty, have you met my boyfriend?"
The afternoon passed with little difficulty. It was hard to decide if it was easier to hide when people knew us or if it was harder at school. In a way, it was both. The knowledge that people knew we lived together eased our minds about slipping up with our interactions. But at the same time, the guilt would sit heavy on our hearts as we blatantly lied to the people we cared about. It was also difficult to keep up the facade when we were so close, yet so far away to revealing ourselves. I could sit next to him at the table, but I could not rest my hand in his lap. We could stand next to one another as we talked to George Rosewald, but our fingers could not entwine.
Perhaps the hardest of all was watching my Dominic play with Angelica, Hailey, and Gavin, Rosemary's three beautiful children. While meeting Dominic had opened up a domestic path for me I had not thought possible, it had also closed off one I didn't know I desperately desired until I met him: the desire to be a father.
It was clear when I turned 16 that the option to sexually reproduce was a closed book, and therefore I had no plans to even consider adopting as a single father in the distant future. Even after I met Dominic and we fell into our domestic pattern did I not yearn to add a member to our private family. When Mrs. DeSantis invited us over one evening for dinner, Rosemary and Mrs. DeSantis' son, Gregory, were visiting with their children. The instant Angelica was placed into Dominic's arms, something in my heart constricted. The sight of the tiny person enveloped in his arms as he smiled down at her face filled me with a need I had suppressed for years. Minutes later he tore his gaze from hers and looked at me, a sadness and a plea battling for dominance in his irises. I had smiled sadly and excused myself to the bathroom, where I willed myself not to cry. I could have a domestic life, but it would never be perfect.
After an evening of delicious food, laughter, and a small ache in my gut as I watched my lover play with children, Dominic and I decided at half eight that we could stand lying to everyone no more. We said our goodbyes, a sleepy Angelica protesting weakly at the thought. Dominic and I promised her she could come visit in the coming days and this seemed to appease her. We were only allowed to leave after Mrs. DeSantis had bestowed upon us at least six containers of left overs, declaring that we were both too thin and clearly needed to eat more.
As I shut the door to our home, Dominic dropped the food at the foot of the stairs and rounded on me, forcing our lips together in a searing kiss. He pressed me against the door with his hips, my hands fisting in the back of his shirt.
"God, that feels better," he said as we broke apart. I laughed at the sentiment.
"I whole heartedly agree," I sighed as he kissed my neck.
We were silent for the rest of the night, undressing each other slowly, and making love without our usual dirty talk or loud moaning. As he slowly drove into me, his eyes bore deep into my soul and our eyes whispered everything we wanted to say.
I love you.
This is enough.
Author:
lalalive23 Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Bell/Dom and a few original characters.
Summary: Matt and Dom are teachers at a local high school in 1954. They don't want their relationship to be discovered, especially by those they work with, even though they've been living together for nearly 4 years. This is the story of what happens when the school librarian discovers them.
Warning: Sex, fluff
Feedback: Is nice! I like it loads! Just don't make fun of me, plz <3
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse. I don't make money off this. This never happened. I do, however, own the characters Ellen and Martin. They are mine, so please do not take them. I am willing to share if you want to collaborate on something, but otherwise no touchy plz!
Note: Endless thanks to
dolce_piccante, sunshine_173, and millionstar for being fabulous bit readers, cheerleaders, putting up with my insecurities, and being incredible friends. This story would not exist if it weren't for you ladies <3 Thanks also to myz_bee for being a fabulous friend. To everyone who commented on the past chapters, I cannot thank you enough. Words cannot express how much it means to me to know you are enjoying this. Enjoy!!Matthew
The sounds of a soft snore and the gentle ruffle of cotton eased me from my sleep. Warmth was beating down on my face, my position between the bed sheets suddenly getting quite hot. I smiled to myself, my eyes still closed, as I realized that we had forgotten to completely shut the curtains in our frenzy of hands, tongues, and skin the night before. Light tickles of Dom's fluffy hair spread across my neck, prompting me to fully open my eyes and look down to see him nuzzling his face closer to me, a natural reaction of his slender body. I traced a pattern in the maze of his back with my hand, reveling in the astonishing smoothness of his skin. He subconsciously responded by raising goosebumps in the wake of my fingers, a pleasant sigh interrupting one of his snores. The arm that was slung over my waist tightened protectively, almost possessively. I stroked the hair away from his forehead and caressed his cheek as a thanks he would never be aware of.
I would never get tired of these private moments, my inability to sleep in late causing me to wake up at least thirty minutes before Dominic. Always, I would sit transfixed as I would marvel at the morning sun as it spread across his skin giving him a haunting, almost angelic, glow. He was something majestic, something to be admired, and I would never tell him, but I loved him most when he was between the sheets with me. His confidence was incomprehensibly sexy, but in the morning, his eyelashes rubbing innocently against my skin and his happy sighs of contented bliss would never compete with his teasing stares.
My thoughts were interrupted as I watched those eyelashes blink quickly, squinting in the bright room as they adjusted, and I smiled lovingly at him. The air in my lungs hitched as he brought his eyes to mine and returned the smile, heaving himself upwards to kiss my lips sweetly.
"Good morning lover," he whispered against my mouth.
"Good morning," came my soft reply, my tongue grazing along his lips.
We kissed deeply for a few moments, our tongues twisting together languidly. A soft sigh escaped Dominic's throat and he turned his body over, coming to rest atop me. I felt his morning erection bump into my thigh, a smile of knowing spreading my lips as we kissed. I spread my legs a little, allowing his lean form to settle comfortably.
"Good sleep?" he finally asked me, our lips breaking apart with a light 'pop.' He sat back on his knees, the sheet falling down his back leaving his whole body to my view.
"Yes, I do believe so," I laughed heartily, running my hands up and down his thighs. "You wore me out. I could sleep for days."
He screwed his face up into a look of mock disdain. "Me?" he exaggerated the word sounding offended. "You were going at it so hard I doubt I'll be able to walk for weeks!" He slapped his arm to his chest, clutching his heart like an over dramatic movie star.
I furrowed my brow seriously. "Well, Dominic, if it's such an imposition then I guess I'll just have to stop doing that for you."
Before the sentence had time to linger in the air, Dominic had thrown himself onto my body, hungrily feasting on my lips. "Like hell you will," he murmured.
His arms wound around my neck, my own hands gripping his hips as I pulled him closer to me, our erections rubbing together. I broke the kiss for a second as a hiss of air escaped my lips, Dominic taking my bottom lip between his teeth and pulling. With a slight roll of his hips down, he ground our bodies together and my head fell back with a sharp cry. In the quiet womb of the room, it seemed to echo for hours.
Dominic slowly eased his body down, placing wet open mouthed kisses on random areas of my chest as he went. Laving a nipple wetly with his tongue, licking gently at my collarbone, he seemed to explore my skin with exquisite slowness, though he knew it far better than I did myself. He pulled gently at the hair beneath my navel with his teeth, my back arching off the bed.
I watched Dominic sink further down and my head collapsed against the pillows, my arms splayed out and tangling in the sheets. I started to brace myself for what was coming. His lips placed gentle, tender kisses to the inside of my thighs. Repeating the motion two times, avoiding where I wanted him the most. My breathing was becoming uneven in anticipation and I could feel the cool air being blown from his nose as he breathed gentle over my groin.
"Dominic," I said thickly. I brought my eyes down to the blonde head between my legs, his eyes inspecting my muscles as he gripped my knees, bending them and placing my feet flat on the bed.
"Yes, lover," he replied, not meeting my gaze, instead running his cheek across the inside of my leg. His eyes were half lidded and glazed over with lust. The sight made me drop my head in heart swelling agony.
"Please," I wheezed. "Don't tease me." I dropped my head back to the pillows, squeezing my eyes shut.
"As you wish, darling," he aid sweetly before he placed a chaste kiss to the head of my cock.
He took me down in one fluid motion, his wet hand fingering my balls eagerly. My chest seemed to constrict at the sudden heat of his mouth, my breath hitching for a moment. The warmth of his tongue swirling and tasting made my fingers ball into fists. With a slight hesitation, I opened my eyes and looked down my body, feeling myself get hypnotized at the sight of his golden hair falling around my dark pubic hair. Sensing that he was being watched, he brought his eyes to met my stare, smiling wide as he could with his lips stretched around my cock. A hum reverberated from his chest and down my cock into the very core of my being, eliciting a shaky whine from the depths of my soul.
Bringing one hand to tighten around the base of my cock, he slid his tongue over my slit as his other hand dragged a finger down my perineum to my entrance, tracing it gently. It would be impossible to describe the force of the shudder that rippled through and along my body, making the hairs of my arms stand on end. I felt his chuckle vibrate down my cock, the pleasure heightening exponentially. A light sheen of sweat began to spread it's way down my neck and my hair line, my orgasm beginning to coil in the base of my stomach. Out of my conscious control, my hips began to buck wildly into Dominic's mouth, his wrist corkscrewing around my cock in the opposite direction of his tongue. Haze consumed my mind as thoughts began to dissipate into nothing-ness, the urge to come consuming my entire being.
"Do-Dominic," I panted. "Dom - unnggg - please. Finish me," I was pleading with him, my head rolling from side to side. Like a child, I kicked my legs, wiggling at the incredible pleasure his hot mouth provided me. My chest was heaving and I'm sure I looked the picture definition of desperate, but Dominic knew I was right on the edge, and fulfilled my desires.
Limber and strong fingers pushed their way inside me, curling to stroke my prostate.
"Oh God," I cried. Broken pictures of colour sparked in my brain. His fingers quickly matched the rhythm of his mouth, pressing my spot at the perfect intervals. With one deep suck, I felt myself hit the back of his throat, a whine crawling it's way from my heart and my arse clenching furiously around his hand.
"Dominic!" was the last coherent word I could manage before I came violently, spilling myself down his throat as he sucked me dry. My neck and back arched high off the bed, my head pressing itself deep into the pillows, my toes curling with intense pleasure as my orgasm seemed to rumble the bones in my body.
I collapsed back on the bed, my eyes tightly shut as my body shuddered in an attempt to calm down. Dominic pulled his lips off of me and removed his fingers. A lazy smile spread itself across my lips as I felt him crawl up to me, his skin grazing mine from time to time.
"Happy?" he muttered kissing my jaw.
"You minx," was all I could heave from my voice, still wheezing with pleasure.
Soft fingers found their way to my stomach, circling patches of skin with their tips as Dominic hummed a quiet tune. "I could do this all day," he whispered. "Be in bed with you and never leave."
From the tip of my toes to the crown of my head I felt warmth spread at the words, and I could not explain why such a simple sentiment spurred such a reaction within me. Whenever he said things like this, whispered gently and not urging a response, it always meant as much to me as his utmost declarations of love. Perhaps because laced within those words was a hidden meaning, a deeper meaning, as if this language were code for his affections; a language only I could decipher.
Yet, nudging at the back of my brain was the knowledge that we would eventually have to pull ourselves from the sanctuary of the room, our neighbor having invited us to the garden party she was hosting that afternoon. Having RSVP'd weeks ago, we couldn't back out at such short notice. Well, one of us could, but we both could not feasibly neglect the party without it appearing suspicious. And even if it didn't, to make a habit of such a thing would lead to there being a cause.
"As tempting and heavenly as that sounds, you know that's not possible," I said slowly, stroking Dominic's hair.
He let out a huff of air, his face pressed into my chest, making a sound between a raspberry and a groan. The tickling of his fluttering lips made me giggle loudly.
"Ugh, fine," he said with disdain. Even in his still sleepy state, he seemed to lift himself off the bed with astonishing elegance, and I watched hungrily as his entire body was exposed to me. Without any sign of shame he stood at the foot of the bed, stretching his arms over his head as he yawned, his back muscles flexing with the strain. Even his arse seemed to naturally flex, and I did not make any attempt to look away. Instead, I crawled on all fours over to his back and placed a wet kiss in the center of his spine. Over his left shoulder he smiled down at me, thanked me, and turned to head to our bathroom. It was then that I noticed his hard cock standing tall as he moved. I stopped him with a hand on his hip.
"Let me take care of that for you?" I asked kissing his ribs, still on my knees on the bed.
"You always do," he said kissing the top of my head and wiggling his eyebrows as he continued to the shower. Only last year had Dominic made me aware that he would think of me in the shower as he wanked himself, a sight I had witnessed almost as many times as I had made love to him. But it was not the image of Dominic tugging his hand up and down his cock that excited me the most, though it did rank in my list of top five most erotic scenes, it was the mystery of how he imagined me that was the biggest turn on. He had offered many times to tell me, indulge me in his shower fantasies, but I told him I did not want to know. The secret itself was sexier than I could imagine.
Since we had started living together, merely two months after we met, our morning routine saw us filling the roles of domesticity with startling comfort. Until I had met Dominic, I had not pictured myself living contentedly with another person. Of course, I had wished for it, but everything the world had told me about myself had taught me not to expect it. So, I had planned to live by myself, in London, away from Sheffield where everyone knew me, my history. Only one month after moving to Sevenoaks, in the midst of a failing job hunt, did I meet Dominic. It was simply astounding to consider how quickly the future I had painted for myself faded away, as visions of Dominic and myself together in a small home started to consume my mind.
After Dominic's shower, we ate the breakfast of bacon and eggs I had prepared. Simple, but extremely delicious. We dressed together, only after I had fought with Dominic to keep him naked for the entire day. "Mrs. DeSantis would mind," I argued, "but I hardly will." I was rewarded with a teasing nip on my nose.
I stood in the mirror as I tucked my under shirt into my black trousers, and smiled as Dominic came up behind me fully clothed. Our eyes met in the glass, smiles on both of our faces. Resting his head on my shoulder, his nimble fingers stroked my newly combed hair, petting and rubbing the strands between their tips. gently, he began to massage my scalp, a happy sigh escaping my mouth. I turned to him, raised my hand to his cheek and kissed him, our lips meeting chastely and passionately. It would be the last intimate contact we would have until the end of the evening.
Mrs. DeSantis lived in the house to the left of us, and had been living there for years before we moved in. She was a sweet and loving old woman of about 62, her face wrinkled with laugh lines and smiles, silver hair always in a neat coif atop her head. The day Dominic and I had moved in, she greeted us at our doorstep with a cheesecake, welcoming us to the street. For hours she pressed us on where we were from, what uni we went to, how we knew each other. We bumbled through our stories, neither having thought about how we would answer those types questions. We must have looked right fools, and I am certain she saw right through us, but she never said anything or questioned our answers. Having been our first friend in town, we often talked about if we should tell her the truth, but the risk was too much to bear, and so we kept silence. But, again, I was certain she suspected something. Whenever we went to her house, she would hold our hands in greeting and smile at us in a special way, as if she knew but didn't mind. Perhaps it was my wishful thinking.
Soon after Dominic rang her doorbell, the door opened and her cheery laugh seemed to rumble straight from her round belly.
"Oh my boys!" she cried, clasping her hands together. "I am so pleased you could make it. Come in, come in. This is your home as much as it is mine!"
She shuffled us in, patting Dominic's back as he walked by and pecked a kiss to her cheek. A hearty laugh echoed from her chest as she shamelessly kissed his and did nothing to hide her blush. Soothing warmth spread itself across my body as she embraced me in a tight hug, her presence always reminding me of the grandmother I wished I had.
"Oh, welcome, welcome, my boys," she muttered as she shut the door. She turned back to us and took our hands as we stood in the foyer. Looking up at us, as she was quite short, she smiled in the way we knew she would. Secretive, knowing, proud, and loving. Or perhaps it was none of those things and it was just her way of expressing her joy at "two handsome young men visiting her," as she always put it. I would never be able to work out which it was.
"Well, come into the back yard. You're just in time." She led us through her comfortable home which smelled of a variety of food, a change from its usual flowery scent. As usual, my eyes were drawn to all things she had collected from her life. She married young, only 18 when she walked down the aisle, but she and the late Mr. DeSantis had waited to have children, instead traveling the world before they settled into family life. I could have listened to her stories of India, Africa, and America for days.
"The Rosewalds have arrived, and the Kingly family. Oh, Angelica is positively chomping at the bit to see you boys again." I faded back into the conversation she was having with Dominic as we passed from the kitchen to her back door, the guests seated at round iron tables in her spacious back yard.
We had barely stepped through the threshold when Angelica ran up to Dominic and hugged his thigh, the only part of him she could reach. Angelica Nichols was Mrs. DeSantis' third grand-daughter born to her daughter Rosemary. She was an adorably sweet girl, six years old and agonizingly smart. Her brown hair was in pig-tails and tied with purple ribbons that matched her ruffled dress.
"Hello, sweet girl!" Dominic cried happily. The two adored each other, and had from the moment they met. From the instant he introduced himself, Angelica was positively enamored Dominic, never leaving his side when he was near and preferring to be on his hip instead of her mother's. Now that she was old enough to walk, she would rarely let go his hand and would usually force him to sit next to her at dinners. Recently, she had taken to introducing him to our neighbors as her boyfriend.
"Dominic, you didn't come to Nana's last weekend," she said with a pout as he lifted her to plant a kiss on her forehead. "Why not?"
"Well," he sighed, and brought her back to her feet. "I wanted to, but Matthew and I had serious work business to take care of. Grading papers and tests." Kneeling before her, he squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, a physical show of his displeasure. I smiled to myself, knowing that, yes, we had in fact graded papers, but it was only when we weren't severely distracted with one another. "Forgive me my darling?" he asked with puppy dog eyes.
"Well....." she hesitated, thinking hard about the answer she wanted to give. "Of course!" she cried, throwing her arms around his neck.
Almost as quickly as she had thrown herself at Dominic, she came to me and hugged me with all the strength a child could manage. "Hello Matthew!" she exclaimed.
I bent to her level and looked into her lovely chocolate brown eyes. "Hello, love." I pecked a quick kiss to her nose and she giggled with glee before running back to Dominic and took his hand. Straightening up, I laughed as I watched her pull him over to Natalie Kingly, crying "Natty, have you met my boyfriend?"
The afternoon passed with little difficulty. It was hard to decide if it was easier to hide when people knew us or if it was harder at school. In a way, it was both. The knowledge that people knew we lived together eased our minds about slipping up with our interactions. But at the same time, the guilt would sit heavy on our hearts as we blatantly lied to the people we cared about. It was also difficult to keep up the facade when we were so close, yet so far away to revealing ourselves. I could sit next to him at the table, but I could not rest my hand in his lap. We could stand next to one another as we talked to George Rosewald, but our fingers could not entwine.
Perhaps the hardest of all was watching my Dominic play with Angelica, Hailey, and Gavin, Rosemary's three beautiful children. While meeting Dominic had opened up a domestic path for me I had not thought possible, it had also closed off one I didn't know I desperately desired until I met him: the desire to be a father.
It was clear when I turned 16 that the option to sexually reproduce was a closed book, and therefore I had no plans to even consider adopting as a single father in the distant future. Even after I met Dominic and we fell into our domestic pattern did I not yearn to add a member to our private family. When Mrs. DeSantis invited us over one evening for dinner, Rosemary and Mrs. DeSantis' son, Gregory, were visiting with their children. The instant Angelica was placed into Dominic's arms, something in my heart constricted. The sight of the tiny person enveloped in his arms as he smiled down at her face filled me with a need I had suppressed for years. Minutes later he tore his gaze from hers and looked at me, a sadness and a plea battling for dominance in his irises. I had smiled sadly and excused myself to the bathroom, where I willed myself not to cry. I could have a domestic life, but it would never be perfect.
After an evening of delicious food, laughter, and a small ache in my gut as I watched my lover play with children, Dominic and I decided at half eight that we could stand lying to everyone no more. We said our goodbyes, a sleepy Angelica protesting weakly at the thought. Dominic and I promised her she could come visit in the coming days and this seemed to appease her. We were only allowed to leave after Mrs. DeSantis had bestowed upon us at least six containers of left overs, declaring that we were both too thin and clearly needed to eat more.
As I shut the door to our home, Dominic dropped the food at the foot of the stairs and rounded on me, forcing our lips together in a searing kiss. He pressed me against the door with his hips, my hands fisting in the back of his shirt.
"God, that feels better," he said as we broke apart. I laughed at the sentiment.
"I whole heartedly agree," I sighed as he kissed my neck.
We were silent for the rest of the night, undressing each other slowly, and making love without our usual dirty talk or loud moaning. As he slowly drove into me, his eyes bore deep into my soul and our eyes whispered everything we wanted to say.
I love you.
This is enough.
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Date: 2010-10-09 04:33 am (UTC)this is excellent darling. i can't tell you how much i appreciate it. <333
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Date: 2010-10-09 05:08 pm (UTC)Did I mention I love you?
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Date: 2010-10-09 07:02 am (UTC)It's cruel actually, that something so beautiful has to be behind closed doors only. And they can't have the complete happiness which they most certainly deserve.
Excellent chapter! I love it a lot!
PS. Can I add you as a friend?
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Date: 2010-10-09 04:54 pm (UTC)Anyway, it means so much that you are reading and like it enough to comment.
And of course you can friend me! I will more than likely add you too, if that's ok?
^_^
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Date: 2010-10-09 04:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-09 09:09 am (UTC)And also very sad, the way they have to hide their feelings, and (at that period of time) will probably never be able to adopt a child of their own... Life is about making choices :( You can never have it all, sadly enough.
Thank you :)
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Date: 2010-10-09 04:55 pm (UTC)I wish they could have it all, but the damn time period :( They'll be ok. They have each other. &hearts
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Date: 2010-10-09 09:51 am (UTC)You write so beautifully. THe opening image of Matthew and Dominic were unbelievably sensual and warming. I just had to take a moment to close my eyes and let it sink in. WOW <3
Course it was scorchingly hot as well. XD
I have a confession - I'm not really one for Belldom where the boys have children et al - not my thing really - but they way you described that made me actually well up/
This story is genuinely wonderful and its def one of my favourites. I look forward so much to it being updated.
Thank you ♥
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Date: 2010-10-09 05:02 pm (UTC)I totally understand the thing about not liking Belldom with kids, mostly because I hate kids. But as I was writing this they just demanded that wish. It was so unplanned, but no one can deny that Dominic playing with kids is an adorable image <3
Oh honey, I am so glad you are enjoying this story. Thank you for your wonderful comments. I can't tell you how happy they make me!
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Date: 2010-10-09 01:39 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-10-09 03:06 pm (UTC)Beautiful writing and beautiful story, dear. Can't wait for more!
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Date: 2010-10-09 05:07 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for your comment, sweetheart. It totally makes my day to know you're enjoying it!!
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Date: 2010-10-09 06:40 pm (UTC)The juxtaposition of them being so enormously happy, but having to hide it and know that their lives may never be absolutely complete.
I imagined Dom to be like a big frolicing golden retriever playing with the kiddies...and no, its not just his hair :D
'This is enough'
*starts bawling...in a good way*
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Date: 2010-10-09 11:06 pm (UTC)That golden retriever image is so CUTE. I pictured him rolling in the grass with kids but that is just as awesome <3
I love you!!
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Date: 2010-10-10 12:48 am (UTC)I love their relationship together, yet the fact they must hide it make me sad.
I love the beginning of this. That was a sexy wank, I must admit.
Dom. You teasing bastard. I love the image of him stretching. That was hot, omg.
Mrs. DeSantis sounds like a lovely woman and I like the idea that there's a possibility she knows about them and accepts it.
What I find hilarious is the fact your characters like children while you're like DEATH TO THEM ALL. But that's just me. I hope, someway, somehow, that Matthew is able to have that domestic life he wants.
I like the thought of Dominic pressing Matt against a wall with his hips.
And I love the end:
We were silent for the rest of the night, undressing each other slowly, and making love without our usual dirty talk or loud moaning. As he slowly drove into me, his eyes bore deep into my soul and our eyes whispered everything we wanted to say.
I love you.
This is enough.
Mainly the last two lines. <333333
I'm going to go eat salad now. I love your face, you lovable thing.
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Date: 2010-10-10 12:49 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-10-10 04:22 am (UTC)The arm that was slung over my waist tightened protectively, almost possessively. I stroked the hair away from his forehead and caressed his cheek as a thanks he would never be aware of.
... I want this. I want what they have, no lie. I love the way you express these moments.
It was simply astounding to consider how quickly the future I had painted for myself faded away, as visions of Dominic and myself together in a small home started to consume my mind.
How gorgeous is that? The sentiment that you can plan the hell out of your life, but in the end you never know what will come along to change it, for the better. :D This made me smile so much.
Your OC's continue to be amazing. You already know I love Ellen, but Mrs. DeSantis and company are just stunning also. I love seeing this little universe, the way they interact.
Minutes later he tore his gaze from hers and looked at me, a sadness and a plea battling for dominance in his irises. I had smiled sadly and excused myself to the bathroom, where I willed myself not to cry. I could have a domestic life, but it would never be perfect.
This whole passage kills me - the look Dominic gives him and his reaction to it. Oh, it makes me want to hold them both so much, the thought that perfection isn't possible for them. :(
As he slowly drove into me, his eyes bore deep into my soul and our eyes whispered everything we wanted to say.
I love you.
This is enough.
Perfect. Matthew's narration is perfect. Which means that YOU, bb, are perfect too. This is so special I can't even stand it. More naow plz?
*HUGS EWE*
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Date: 2010-10-10 04:34 am (UTC)SEE? I CAN'T EVEN COMMENT BACK WITHOUT SOUNDING RETARDED.
I love that when you read, you pick out my favourite parts and just dissect them perfectly. I love having you as a reader.
But that love pales in comparison to the love I have for you as a friend.
I positively ADORE you. &hearts
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Date: 2010-10-10 03:56 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-10-10 04:39 pm (UTC)These two, their love for each other makes me absolutely ache for someone to be with. It's just so, so beautiful.
I really hope you don't mind qouting because, ehm, yeah... I have to.
He was something majestic, something to be admired, and I would never tell him, but I loved him most when he was between the sheets with me. His confidence was incomprehensibly sexy, but in the morning, his eyelashes rubbing innocently against my skin and his happy sighs of contented bliss would never compete with his teasing stares.
Beautiful. So beautiful. Loved the whole passage where he lies awake just to admire Dominic. I am such a sucker for that *sigh*
...he seemed to explore my skin with exquisite slowness, though he knew it far better than I did myself.
Speaks volumes. That sex scene was just beautiful. Sexy and beautiful.
Until I had met Dominic, I had not pictured myself living contentedly with another person. Of course, I had wished for it, but everything the world had told me about myself had taught me not to expect it.
Oh Matthew... Again, I love that you have chosen for this to take place in the time it does. That it makes so much difference.
Mrs. DeSantis and Angelica are just adorable! It is just impossible to not love them both. I'm probably gonna sound repetitive, but these lines:
While meeting Dominic had opened up a domestic path for me I had not thought possible, it had also closed off one I didn't know I desperately desired until I met him: the desire to be a father.
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The instant Angelica was placed into Dominic's arms, something in my heart constricted. The sight of the tiny person enveloped in his arms as he smiled down at her face filled me with a need I had suppressed for years. Minutes later he tore his gaze from hers and looked at me, a sadness and a plea battling for dominance in his irises. I had smiled sadly and excused myself to the bathroom, where I willed myself not to cry. I could have a domestic life, but it would never be perfect.
absolutely killed me. No, really, they did. It just felt so real, like it was not just Matthew, but yourself, too, wishing to be a parent someday. When he he says it can never be perfect, it's like you understand what it must feel like to be in that situation.
As he slowly drove into me, his eyes bore deep into my soul and our eyes whispered everything we wanted to say.
I love you.
This is enough.
Christ, this is truly beautiful (wonder how many times I've used that word now!) So bittersweet. The fact that they both know they can't have what they want, but still feel they don't need anything else but each other. I'm in awe. I'm in love. Your narration is absolutely perfect. So is this story. That is all.
<333
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Date: 2010-10-10 06:07 pm (UTC)Anyway, in all seriousness. I honestly don't know how to respond to this because I am simply awestruck that you feel this way about the story. The fact that you reach right down into the heart of the story and you just get it. I can't tell you how much that means to me.
It just felt so real, like it was not just Matthew, but yourself, too, wishing to be a parent someday.
It's funny that you say this, because I actually have no desire to have children. I don't even really like children. But the fact that you say this touches me so deeply. You just understand how it makes him feel and that is so incredible to me.
I'm in love. Your narration is absolutely perfect. So is this story. That is all.
!!!!!
If anyone is repetitive here it's me. This comment just blows my mind and I can't seem to formulate coherent sentences. It just literally has brightened my day and I can assure you, whenever i get stuck writing this story, I will come back to this and find inspiration.
&hearts
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Date: 2010-10-10 07:12 pm (UTC)The end of this chapter, wow. Actually, just the whole chapter and story was amazing.
Do you mind if I add you as a friend? I don't think I've got you down as a friend, and it would save me signing out to go through museslash and... I'll stop talking now :P
But yes, wow, brilliant, really cannot wait for more. OH! I know what I was going to say! The French passage, I was reading it and LOVING IT. And then you mentioned Dom doing natural sciences and I died right there and then. I'm doing a French A-Level but I want to do Natural Sciences at Uni, so you have no idea how hard it was not to squee very loudly xD
Okay, done now :P Can't wait for more! I'll be adding you :D
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Date: 2010-10-10 07:53 pm (UTC)I'm always so nervous about focusing on Ellen sometimes, just because I know people read for Matt and Dom. But just knowing that everyone loves Ellen and is understanding her, it makes me so happy. I am just so glad you love this story.
Oh! You speak French too! I spoke French all through high school and now it's one of my minors in undergrad. I love the language so much. I'll be adding more French bits her and there. ^_^
Of course you can add me as a friend! You will soon see all of my gratuitous DT posts LOL
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Date: 2010-10-11 02:21 am (UTC)And then, Matthew reveals his hidden desire to become a father and how resigned he is about it, and how much it hurts him, and you break my heart again.
But at the same time, you write these exquisite, lovely scenes when all they do is love each other with stares, touches, gestures, words, kisses, embraces and love-making, and I´m like...FUCK, I NEED THAT IN MY LIFE.
As he slowly drove into me, his eyes bore deep into my soul and our eyes whispered everything we wanted to say.
I love you.
YES. I LOOOOOOOOVE IT WHEN THE CHARACTERS SPEAK WITH THEIR EYES. I hate the excess of useless dialogue in scenes like these, when the most important thing is the sentiment.
Bravo.
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Date: 2010-10-12 02:26 am (UTC)I want what they have so much it hurts me. They are so perfect and in love. *sigh* LET'S FIND MEN JUST LIKE THEM! LOL.
I love this comment so much. It just makes my day to know that you are reading and connecting with this, and the characters. Having you as a reader is so wonderful!
Thank you bb!!
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