01 March 2015 @ 11:55 pm
Title: Upside Down
Author: [livejournal.com profile] kaossbells & [livejournal.com profile] mcsparklez
Beta: the wonderful [livejournal.com profile] gypsyjaeger
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Belldom
Summary: Based on the mkmeme prompt: A rich music collector has almost everything he ever craved for, almost. One special object is still missing in his collection: Matthew Bellamy!
Warnings: language, violence
Feedback: Is like Matt Bellamy bathing in red glitter; fabulous.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and has never happened. We do not own any of the people mentioned and do not mean to offend.

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3a] [Chapter 3b] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5a] [Chapter 5b] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7a] [Chapter 7b] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9] [Chapter 10a] [Chapter 10b] [Chapter 10c] [Chapter 10d] [Chapter 11] [Chapter 12a] [Chapter 12b] [Chapter 13] [Chapter 14a] [Chapter 14b] [Chapter 15] [Chapter 16a] [Chapter 16b] [Chapter 17a] [AO3]

He could already hear Matt laughing from a couple of steps away and when the singer’s face practically lit up once he’d spotted Dom, the latter couldn’t think of it as anything else but adding insult to injury. Nevertheless he forced a smile upon his face and sat down next to Chris, who eyed him suspiciously.

“Where’s your drink?”

“Oh. Umm, I…” Fuck, he had forgotten it somewhere in his haste. The loo perhaps? “I didn’t want to bother her with it, she’s busy as it is. Wasn’t that thirsty anyway. What were you 2 talking about?”

Chris didn’t look convinced, but didn’t bring it up again. Instead, he covered up their true conversation topic. “Matt was telling me about the new pieces he’s been working on. Right, Matt?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed and nodded his head vigorously. The grateful glance he shot Chris didn’t go unnoticed by Dom.

Conversation flowed easily then, at least between Matt and Chris. Dom remained quiet most of the time and only commented on musical ideas whenever he was asked about it. He didn’t feel like talking anymore, his good mood from earlier had vanished completely with the news of Matt leaving him. He didn’t bother with anything to eat when Chris and Matt both ordered proper English breakfast, either, simply watching them devour their food. He watched Matt and how he ate like a rabid dog, with beans spilling to each side and bacon stuck to his chin. Dom couldn’t help but smile at that before he remembered the conversation he’d overheard, and his mouth turned into a thin line again.

He couldn’t hide his relief when Chris announced that he had to head back. The bassist paid for them while Dom and Matt shrugged into their jackets. Without waiting, Dom then walked towards the front of the cafe and waited there for the other men to follow. The little headstart gave him enough time to take a deep breath of the cold London air. It didn’t do much to calm his nerves or cool him down, instead only burning his lungs. He watched the puffs of his breath dissipate into thin air and considered just walking away. Instead he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up.

He was halfway through his smoke when Chris and Matt joined him outside and waited for him to finish. After Chris’ halfhearted attempt at a little more smalltalk they fell into an uncomfortable silence. Dom stamped out the fag eventually and turned to the bassist.

“Was good seeing you,” he said and got pulled into a hug by their friend.

“You too, mate,” Chris replied quietly before giving him a concerned look, not even bothering to hide it.

Dom shook his head, but the taller man was having none of it. He was just about to open his mouth when Dom turned his head away to end the conversation. That worked. Accepting the blonde’s refusal to talk about this, Chris turned around and enveloped Matt in his arms. He whispered something to Matt that Dom couldn’t quite catch and so he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and waited for their goodbye to be over. Chris didn’t seem to be quite ready to let them head off then, but he needed to leave too and so there was no point in delaying it.

Dom led the way to the street in absolute silence with Matt trailing behind him. He didn’t even look at his friend and was secretly glad that he made no attempt at talking to him as he raised his hand to hail a cab. It only took a few moments until one pulled up at the pavement. Dom practically jumped into the back seat and pressed into the farthest corner while Matt climbed inside much slower and pulled the door shut. Dom gave the driver Matt’s address without sparing the singer another look and turned his face to the window to block any conversation. Anything was better than talking to his best friend right now. Still, he could feel Matt throwing him the odd glance, his eyes almost boring into the back of Dom’s head.

He crossed his arms over his chest and sighed, leaning his head against the glass. London blurred by and offered no help at all. It made Dom angry for no reason because he really needed someone to tell him what to do. He knew himself and he knew Matt, so what exactly was the problem? They could figure this out, whatever it was that was bothering Matt, but Dom wasn’t sure how much more he could take. Why couldn’t Matt just tell him what made him want to leave him?

“Are you okay?” Matt asked quietly and brought him back from his thoughts.

“Just fine.”

“Are you sure? You’ve been awfully quiet for a while now. What’s up?”

“Nothing. Just tired,” Dom waved it off, still not looking at Matt. “Leave it.”

There was only silence coming from next to him and Dom prayed that this would mark the end of their conversation. However, he soon enough felt bony fingers ghost over his thigh until they rested on his knee. When Matt squeezed softly in a way of comforting him, the blonde simply pulled away.

“For fuck’s sake, I told you to fucking leave it.”

At that Matt flinched and pulled his hand away as if burnt. Then, very carefully, he inched away as far as he could and forced his eyes to watch the scenery passing by. The silence that followed was almost suffocating.

Feeling guilty about his outburst Dom steeled himself and looked over to Matt. The singer was still staring out of the window, his hands folded in his lap and his right thumb stroking the skin of his left upper hand. He somehow managed to look like a kicked puppy and Dom cursed inwardly for getting swayed so easily.

Nevertheless, he whispered, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

Matt looked down at his hands and sighed. “It’s alright. I won’t ask again.”

Their silence continued and Dom contemplated what to do now. He could just leave it, Matt would get off the cab in a couple of minutes and they could both review the day in solitude. But Dom didn’t want to let things go so easily. He didn’t know what he wanted. He felt so confused, so the words were out of his mouth before he had even made up his mind.

“I heard you talking to Chris earlier.”

“Oh,” Matt breathed quietly and looked down at his hands, actually blushing. “I didn’t mean for you to find out like that.”

“Yeah, and here I was thinking that we could talk about anything. But, well, probably healthier to be proven wrong every once in a while.”

“What? Are you angry?”

Dom huffed at that, only barely containing a laughter. “Oh yes, I’m fucking angry.”

“I don’t understand,” Matt said slowly. He looked stunned and, if Dom wasn’t mistaken, a bit hurt. “I thought this is what you wanted.”

“You thought I wanted this? How fucking well do you think you know me?”

The singer’s eyes lay wide and confused on Dom’s face and the latter bit his lip, hard. “What? I… what? But I didn’t think you’d-”

“Of course not. Shit, Matt. I never asked anything of you. But you can’t even be honest with me now. Just go then, seems like you’re very keen on that. I’m so tired of this. So, so tired.”

Their cab pulled to a stop and the cabbie announced they were at their destination. The 2 men remained where they were, too wound up in their conversation.


“Spare me your excuses, please. I need some time alone.”

“Dom, I don’t know why you’re-”

“Stop now, Matt. I don’t want to hear any of it.”

“But Dom-”

“No,” the blonde said forcefully. “No. I’ve had enough for one day. Just get out.”

The silence between them was heavy and unforgiving as Matt unbuckled and, one more time, turned around to look at Dom.

“It’s fine,” the blonde said, his voice almost completely flat as his gaze turned back to the window on his side.

Matt opened his mouth and closed it again without a sound. Then his shoulders sagged and he finally left the car without another word. Before Dom could even decide to take another look at him through the window, the cabbie had already pulled off again. With a deep sigh he sank back into his seat and closed his eyes.

London, 13.01.2014

Matt hadn’t called since their argument in the cab.

Dom couldn’t even say that he was disappointed or surprised. Seeing as he had wanted to put distance between them anyway, it was probably only logical.

He looked out of the window and sighed when he saw the rain was still splashing against his windows as relentlessly as it had done for the past few hours. It made the afternoon as grey and dull as he was feeling as he stared at the TV screen, not really noticing what was on. Chris had called a few hours earlier to see how he was doing. Dom wasn’t sure if Chris suspected anything, so he’d assured him that he was fine. He wasn’t in the mood to mull everything over with his friend. Yes, the bassist knew how he felt about Matt, but right now he tried to forget about that. Because he was angry and confused and hurt and, most of all, tired of moving on the spot with Matt.

Granted, he knew that he’d been a right dick in the cafe and during their cab ride, and yes, he also knew that his behaviour had been downright childish. But he couldn’t really feel bad about it, not when the singer hadn’t acted much differently. The whole situation was so fucked up that at this point Dom didn’t know if it could be fixed. He wondered if Matt would have told him at some point or just vanished from one day to the next.

It was then that there was a quiet knock on the door and his head turned around as if he could see through the wood to figure out who was bothering him in his self-pitying. He couldn’t be arsed to get up and greet whoever it was, so he simply stayed on the couch and opened another bottle of beer, but the knocking turned more persistent. With an exaggerated sigh he swung himself off the couch and towards the door, opening it with a swift movement to tell his visitor to go piss off.

However, the words died in his throat when he realised just who his visitor was and he squeaked in surprise when a very wet Matt looked up at him in a mixture of nervousness and stubbornness.

“It’s not fucking fine,” he said in way of greeting and pushed past Dom to get inside, leaving the surprised drummer in the doorway.

“Matt? What are you doing here?” Quickly Dom caught up with Matt who was now agitatedly pacing back and forth in the living room.

The brunette stopped in his tracks and looked at Dom for a very long time without saying anything. But when he finally opened his mouth, the words sounded angry, almost bitter.

“I don’t know what it is you want me to do, Dom! First you want me around 24/7, then you want me to piss off? When I’m finally ready to…” He trailed off for a second, then said, “You’re a downright arsehole, you know that?”

“How the fuck am I the arsehole? You are the one wanting to move away because you can’t stand to be around me anymore.” His fists balled up at his sides on their own accord and he stared back at the singer.

“I don’t!” Matt cried out in desperation and his face was flushed with anger at that point. “I don’t want to move away, you prick! And I don’t hate you, either. Why would you even- Wait.” His face lit up in realisation. “Which part of that conversation did you even hear?”

“The one where you told Chris that you wanted to move away and things were weird between us, and that you needed to get away from me,” Dom replied in an angry torrent of words that almost equaled Matt’s at his best.

Matt rubbed his face vigorously and took a sharp breath, his voice a lot more quiet when he spoke up again. “And it didn’t occur to you that you might’ve missed something?”


“Yeah, that’s what I thought…” Matt sighed deeply, suddenly deflating and letting himself sink down on the couch. He didn’t seem to care the least about his completely soggy clothes.

“So… I did miss something?” Dom asked tentatively, the anger having left him in one curious go, and he sat down next to his surprise visitor.

“Quite a lot, it seems.” The singer stifled an ironic laugh and wrapped his arms around himself.

They both watched Dom disappear into the crowd and towards the bar, Matt’s gaze staying on him a bit longer than Chris’.

After a slightly stretched silence - which was neither comfortable nor exactly awkward – Chris cleared his throat to get the smaller man’s attention. “So… How have you been?”

It took him a moment to think until he replied, “Alright, I guess. Still getting used to living at my place again. It’s a bit..”

“Scary,” Chris finished for him. Matt nodded. “I get that. I don’t think I could do that.”

“I don’t know if I can either.” He grabbed his glass to occupy himself, moving it so the liquid sloshed in circles. Chris didn’t push, just waited for him to continue the conversation or scrap it all together. “I mean, on the one hand I really enjoy being independent again. It gives me more room to get stuff done and straighten some things out for myself. But I can admit to myself that it’s not the right place to do so. Sometimes I feel as if there’s someone in the house with me. Especially at night I… Sometimes I wake up and I’m sure I’m back in
that room. Dunno. It’s… getting better, but I don’t think I can ever be comfortable there.”

“Have you thought about moving out?”

“Yes. And I think, I will. Soon.”

The bassist hummed and took his own glass, taking a long gulp. He seemed to contemplate something, his brows creasing in thought. Or maybe he was just uncomfortable about the topic. Matt couldn’t say he didn’t understand if that was the case. He himself felt uncomfortable whenever he even thought about this, so it was even rarer that he talked about his issues. He’d come a long way and opened up to Dom quite alright, but this was an entirely different problem with other people.

“What about moving back in with Dom?” Chris asked carefully.

“Umm… I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”


“Dunno, it’s a bit weird between us right now.”

“Weird how?” When Matt didn’t reply, Chris asked, “Matt?”

Matt sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. “I fucked up, okay? I know I don’t have to repay him for the things he did for me, but it feels pretty unbalanced at the moment and I did something I shouldn’t have done.”

“Why don’t you just talk to him then? You know he’d understand. He’d do anything for you.”

“I know,” Matt sighed. “That’s exactly the problem.”

Chris cocked his head in question, clearly confused as to what Matt was trying to say. Meanwhile, Matt was getting more nervous the longer their conversation went on. Dom should be back any time now and he didn’t want to discuss this topic with him in some random café.

“Don’t get me wrong, I couldn’t be more grateful that Dom’s been there for me all this time, but… Well, there’s only so much you can ask of a friend.”

“I understand,” Chris said, and Matt could swear that Chris sounded as though he might have an inkling what this was about. “So, what is your next plan then?”

“I’m not sure. I just need to get away from it all for a bit. Away from him.”

“To straighten things out.”


“To figure out what Dom means to you.”

There was no point in denying it, so Matt simply said, “Yes.”

“You should tell him.”

“I know.” Another sigh escaped thin lips. “I know I should. But I’m scared, Chris.”


“He’s been so very patient with me and the most understanding person when I needed it. But I don’t want to string him along. I already fucked up badly. I kissed him at the pier, for fuck’s sake,” he rambled. His hand snuck into his hair and he pulled at the strands almost painfully, the whole conversation stressing him out more than he would let on. “
Things happened between us, but I don’t know what to do now. I don’t want to hurt him. What if I realise that these feelings are just born out of what happened? What if he’s convenient while I’m still trying to readjust?”

Chris didn’t reply to that. Not like Matt expected him to, because not even Chris could have an answer to that. Nobody did. He had to figure it out on his own. All he knew was that he had to. He owed that to Dom. Dom, who’d jumped through fire and gone through hell to get him home. Dom, who smiled at the simplest words he uttered and laughed at the silliest jokes he told. Dom, who might as well think that Matt had hung the moon and the stars. Dom, who loved him unconditionally without him ever giving anything back.

“He doesn’t deserve it,” Matt finally whispered, picking at the tablecloth. “He only deserves the best. Everything.”

After a while, Chris reached out to Matt’s hand that was still gripping his glass tightly. The singer looked up to him when calloused fingers touched his knuckles.

“The fact that you’re so worried about it shows how much he means to you,” Chris began and smiled tentatively. “I know what you’re going to say, he’s your best friend, so of course you’re worried about his well-being. But if you leave now, if only temporarily, Dom won’t be able to cope. Plus, there’s no guarantee you’ll find the peace you’re looking for elsewhere.”

“Yeah, maybe you’re right.” Matt nodded slowly, easing the death grip on his hair. “But I don’t know what else to do.”

“Just go for it.”


“Tell him what you feel now and what you’re afraid of, he’ll understand. You won’t know until you try.”

“But if I find out that I don’t- That I’m not-“ His gaze turned downwards again, looking at their hands. “I don’t want to cut him so deep.”

“You’ll hurt him more if you don’t even give it a try. This way you’d at least both know.”


“You’re a twat, Matt,” the bassist stated and grinned broadly when the singer in question scowled. “You’re an obnoxious dick sometimes, but your heart’s in the right place. I’ve seen you guys at Christmas and you were genuinely happy together. I’m not a psychologist but believe me when I say that everyone could see how smitten you were with him. I’ve known you for half my life and I know when your heart isn’t in something. I understand your insecurity but this is not a temporary thing, mate. Give it a chance, Dom deserves at least that.”

“I want to…”

“Then do it. Stop overthinking.”

A long silence followed in which Matt contemplated what Chris had said. The bassist was right. Of course he was, the man was a dad and could probably give advice on almost anything. It seemed so easy now, when Chris put it like that. He
was smitten with Dom, there was no other way to put it. It hadn’t changed since he’d realised his feelings, so why should it change all of sudden? If he ran away now they’d never find out what they were capable of. Matt would never find out what he was capable of in terms of making Dom happy. He just needed to stop being afraid and let go.

At last he breathed a quiet “Okay,” before the corners of his lips lifted upwards into a genuine smile.

Chris, being satisfied with the answer, retracted his hand and crossed his arms, trying his best to look serious and intimidating. “Now, chin up. We’ve got breakfast ahead.”

And just like that the heavy atmosphere was almost gone as Matt burst out laughing just before Dom approached their table.


“Yeah, fucking oh. Has no one ever told you it’s rude to listen in on someone else’s conversation?” He crossed his arms. “And even ruder to get only half of it and then go and make assumptions?”

Dom thought that he looked a little nervous now that the whole truth was out in the open. Nervous and expectant.

“I… I’m sorry, Matt,” Dom finally breathed and couldn’t take his eyes off his friend.

There it was, the confession he’d longed to hear for so long, right in front of him. He didn’t know what to do. Matt had laid bare his feelings and his insecurities, the reason why he’d needed to get away from Dom for a bit. And he’d completely misinterpreted it. Why again hadn’t he talked to Matt about what he’d heard? Ah, yes, because he was a stubborn bastard. At times. That must have rubbed off from his frontman at some point.

Matt breathed out slowly. “Nah, it’s okay, I guess… I could’ve… should have talked to you about this sooner. But I didn’t know how and then you were angry at me in the cab and I-”

“No, it’s my fault. I jumped to conclusions and didn’t give you the chance to explain. I’m sorry.”

The singer fiddled with the hem of his soaked jacket and snuck a look at Dom as if to make sure that he was still there. It was a little scary to see Matt like this, still afraid of rejection and dead set on making himself heard at the same time. Dom had never been so wrong about him before.

“Well,” he began, not sure what he even wanted to say. “I think we should find you some dry clothes and then-”

Matt didn’t let him finish and instead turned around to him fully, gripping the collar of his shirt and pulling their faces together. For a second Dom was stunned and didn’t return the wet kiss, but then he felt the desperation and urgency behind Matt’s movements, the same impatience he felt ever since he’d realised his feelings for the smaller man. So he wrapped his arms around Matt’s shoulders and closed his eyes. The weird thought that their kisses were always most meaningful when it was raining went through his head and he grinned into the kiss.

“I don’t know if I’ve made that completely clear, so I’m gonna spell it out for you,” Matt murmured quietly between soft sounds of pleasure. “I love you, Dom. I love you, and it scares me a bit.”

Dom’s heart skipped several beats at that and he opened his eyes again to find Matt’s very close and full of question. His body was tingling with unexpected happiness and he cradled Matt’s face in his hands as he dove in for another quick kiss.

“Scared I can handle,” he breathed against Matt’s lips and grinned again. “You probably know this already, but I love you, too.”

Apparently Matt didn’t, though. Dom could literally feel how the tension left Matt’s body and relief took reign in its place. He positively melted against the drummer’s chest and a soft giggle escaped his lips.

“You know, at first I thought I knew, but then I didn’t anymore because it seemed like you’d changed your mind. Now I do again.”

Dom shook his head at that and looked into blue eyes. Shit, it must’ve felt like complete rejection when he’d practically told Matt to leave it be in the taxi. The brunette hadn’t known which part of the conversation he’d heard and so, naturally, he’d been hurt, too. Fuck, all just because he’d been too upset and stubborn to talk.

“I love you,” Dom said again, just for good measure and because it kindled the fire in his belly so nicely.

It didn’t take more to make Matt jump into action again. And jump he did alright. Suddenly Dom had his lap full of drenched Bellamy and he genuinely didn’t care that his shirt and trousers were already soaking up all the rainwater. Matt’s legs found their place on each side of Dom’s body while his arms effectively trapped the blonde’s head when he pushed them against the back of the couch for leverage.

They kissed shyly like that, just small pecks to their lips, cheeks and jaws. At one point Matt dove in to bite Dom’s bottom lip. The latter grinned and pulled back, a pout immediately spreading on Matt’s face that only vanished when Dom angled his head to the side to fit their lips together. He worked the singer’s mouth open and slipped his tongue inside with a gentle push, no resistance coming from the brunette. Their tongues slid together without any attempt at trying to win over the other, instead simply dancing in sync, caressing each other to an unknown rhythm.

When they finally pulled apart Matt stood up and held his hand out for Dom to take. He led him to the stairs up to the master bedroom, the intent very clear to both of them. However, before their feet hit the first step Matt turned Dom’s body around and pushed him against the wall. Dom noted how well their bodies fit together when the smaller man pressed himself against his front.

Matt started to fiddle with the hem of his shirt, but didn’t seem to be ready to part yet, so the whole action took more effort than exactly necessary. Dom didn’t mind, because there was nothing better than being practically glued to Matt Bellamy, even if he did get a bit impatient. So to help, he simply raised his arms and waited for Matt to pull the shirt over his head.

Instead of doing that, however, he simply raised it up to under his armpits and kissed the centre of his chest. Dom didn’t dare to move, so his arms hung awkwardly in the air while he watched Matt stare at the spot he’d just touched with his lips, apparently thinking about how to word what was going on in his head.

“Thank you,” he simply stated when he had made up his mind.

In reply, Dom cocked his head to the side, a silent request for the singer to elaborate.

“Thank you for, like, everything.” His right hand travelled to Dom’s left hip to caress the skin tenderly. “Thank you for saving me back there and… You know, for taking care of me when I couldn’t do it myself. I don’t think I’d be here without you.”

“‘s nothing,” he replied. He didn’t like where the conversation was suddenly going.

“No, Dom. I don’t think you understand. I wouldn’t be anymore, without you. And for some time I thought that was the reason why I… why I am in love with you. But it’s not true. I already loved you before everything happened. I just didn’t realise it back then. I think I have always loved you, in a way.”

“You… You have?” Dom asked flatly and a lump formed in his throat as they looked at each other. This was so beyond his expectations.

“Yeah, I think I have. You know, I had a lot of time to think about it back in that miserable shithole. And I’m kinda embarrassed that I needed to get into a fucked up situation like that to realise it. I was scared she would hurt you and I couldn’t bear the thought. Of course the same goes for the others, Chris and Tom and Kelly and Morgan… You’re my family and I think that thought kept me going. If it’d been just about myself down there… Well, better not think about it.” A sad sigh escaped Matt’s lips.

“You see, I have always known that you’re my best friend and that I basically cannot function without you, at least not for long. But I had no idea how deep that went… goes, really. Doesn’t mean I haven’t been in love in my previous relationships, but… I don’t know. It was different. And looking back on everything now, I guess you’ve always been my constant. The one I could fall back on. You know that sexuality has never been an issue for me. We started that friendship with benefits thing and… Yeah, it was just even more proof that I’m comfortable around you in every aspect of my life. But… only in the face of possibly losing you forever did I know that there’s more to it than simply being comfortable. You’ve always been there, you’ve seen me at my best and my worst and-”

Finally, Dom took the singer’s face in his hands and kissed him again. It appeared that he couldn’t stand even the small distance between them anymore that had been caused by Matt’s endless - but oh so meaningful! - rambling. This time their kiss was neither shy nor desperate, though. It was deep and heartfelt and full of emotions.

Momentarily confused by this sudden interruption Matt’s eyes went wide and his body still. But then his limbs went pliant and a gentle smile curled his lips against Dom’s. He let himself sink against that warm body and Dom supported both their weights against the wall behind him. They stayed like that for a while, both revelling in each other’s closeness, until the need for air became too strong.

Dom smiled fondly at Matt whose eyes were soft and sparkling with happiness while his lips were pink and shiny with both their saliva. Taking a deep breath, he took the other man’s hand and nodded up the stairs suggestively.

“Let’s take this somewhere more comfortable?” he asked and immediately a big grin spread across Matt’s face. Obviously he didn’t need to be asked twice.

Together they began their - admittedly hasty - ascend, fingers intertwined all the way up the stairs. Matt only let go of Dom’s hand to let him open the door, before stepping inside first. Dom closed the door behind them. When he turned back to Matt he was met with an intense blue gaze.

“And you’re not going to call me a softie?” the singer asked, almost as an afterthought.

“Wouldn’t dare to,” Dom replied, dead serious. But Matt knew that hint of mischief in his lover’s voice and chuckled. He extended his hand for his lover to take. Dom didn’t hesitate for even a second.

“You would.”

“Yeah, I would.”

He hummed before he pulled the blonde closer and pressed his body to the other man’s front. “Well, I can tell you that soft won’t be my general state tonight.”

At that Dom laughed in happy amusement and pushed Matt backwards onto the bed, following him suit when the smaller man pulled him down with him.

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