Summary: A splash of color in the city that never sleeps.
Rating: PG through NC-17
WARNINGS: Angst if you squint really hard. Lol. I said hard.
Feedback: Please, I'm a whore for it.
Disclaimer: This is all fiction, I don't own Muse.
Author's Note: I'm sorry this is so late I am horrible and this isn't even that good but I just felt like I needed to post something and this was the fic calling out to me.
It’s a nice morning. The sun streams in through Matthew’s curtains, illuminating the bedroom and his naked, pale body, warming his skin.
“You kissed me last night.”
His morning suddenly turns cold. Matthew panics, recalling that he in fact did kiss Dominic last night, right after he let Dominic fuck him. Well, more like asked him to fuck him.
His reply is simple. “Yeah.”
“No comment?” Dom asks. “Just yeah?”
Matthew shrugs. Really, there’s no denying it. They had been sober, and although lost in the bliss of post-orgasm, Matthew knows he can’t make excuses.
“Was it...” Matthew pauses, staring into Dom’s swirling grey eyes. “Was it okay?”
Dom throws his head back, letting out a chuckle which shocks Matthew. “Yeah, it was okay.” The sarcasm is clear. By the bright, beautiful smile Dom gives him, Matthew knows he must’ve been pretty great. The blonde looks like he’s on absolute cloud nine.
“Well,” says Matthew, watching as Dom stretches and reveals a small skull and rose tattoo on the inside bit of his arm. “That’s good to know.” He stares for a few seconds as Dom moves about the room, (unfortunately) pulling on a pair of briefs and covering the small scorpion tattoo on his ass. “Not that I’m surprised, of course.”
Dom laughs, sitting back down on the bed and moving closer to Matthew. Matthew sighs contentedly and lays back down, stretching out his sore lower back. He casually spreads out his arm, letting his fingers just barely brush against Dom’s.
“You have any clients today?” Matthew asks
“Just a friend coming in late this evening. You?”
“Nah, day off.”
“Should we grab a coffee and some late breakfast, then?” Dom suggests with a hopeful smile. “Because I don’t know about you, but I could really fucking use some bacon right now.”
“Just wait until the headlines get a load of this,” Dom says, two hours and a shower fuck later. “‘New York City Tattoo Star Licks Bacon Grease Off Hot Blonde’s Lips’”.
“Hot blonde?” Matthew asks with a sly grin, dipping his head to the side to bite at Dom’s lower lip again, just the way he knows he likes it. “How about ‘New York City Tattoo Star Licks Bacon Grease Off Cocky Wannabe Tattoo Artist’s Lips’?”
“Hey now, be nice.”
“I’m kissing you in public, bastard. This is as nice as I get.”
“Well,” Dom says, leaning back from Matthew’s lips and biting into another piece of bacon. “You were pretty nice last night when you were on top of me. I never would’ve taken you for a screamer before.”
As hard as Matthew tries, he can’t hide the blush that colors his face. He takes a sip of his coffee to try and avoid eye contact with Dom, but the fact that the other man is giving him a dirty smirk makes that quite difficult. Matthew munches thoughtfully on a piece of bacon, staring at a few of the other late morning customers who are at the restaurant. He can sense Dom still looking at him, but chooses to ignore the blonde for now while he finishes his breakfast.
“Would you stop deep throating your bacon and fucking look at me?” Dom finally asks a few minutes later.
“Aw, does Pretty Boy not like it when the attention isn’t on him?” Matthew replies with a sarcastic pout.
Dom shoves him, pushing Matthew’s small body into the corner of the restaurant booth. “Ass.”
Dom smiles flirtatiously, moving his foot up Matthew’s calf in a manner so indiscreet, the entire three other people in the restaurant probably knew they were flirting.
“So what are we now?” Dom suddenly asks, quietly and much more serious.
Matthew seems taken aback by the comment, and stares at his coffee, deep in thought. “Dunno. To be honest, the last person I had in bed more than once was in high school.” He snorts and shakes his head. “That all went to shit,” he says softly.
Intrigued, Dom urges him on. It was rare for Matthew to open up, and to him? Unheard of (unless it was his legs).
“Nah, it’s stupid,” Matthew mumbles.
“I doubt that,” Dom encourages softly, now aware that it was a possibly sensitive subject. “You can tell me, it’s alright. I won’t tell the rest of the shop that the big bad tattoo artist has a sensitive side.” He gives Matthew a small wink.
Shrugging, Matthew starts to speak. “It sucked, you know? I was 16 and the weird art kid and he was 19 and the cool punk kid so we snuck around to do stuff a lot. He always told me he’d take care of me ‘cause I was a small guy, and also the only out person in our town. He kept me out of trouble and gave me love and compassion, and I thought it was all real. And then as soon as we were in danger of being found out, he dropped me. Told me I wasn’t going to get anywhere as an artist, wasn’t going to be successful being the shy kid I was, that I was dragging him down and could ruin his image.”
“Fuck,” Dom mumbles.
Matt just laughs, remembering. “It’s funny though, you know what? I’m glad he fucked me over.”
Dominic is taken aback, and motions for Matthew to continue.
“He’s the reason I’m the cocky piece of shit I am today. The cocky piece of shit who’s also confident and has a fuck ton of money and got somewhere as an artist. And you want to know what he’s doing?”
“He cleans portable toilets.”
Coffee sprays over the table as Dom completely looses himself to a fit of laughter. “Jesus Christ. Please don’t tell me you made that up to make the story better.”
Matthew shakes his head, laughing as well. “Nope. 100% true.”
“What a dick. Motherfucker got what he deserved.”
“I like to think so,” says Matthew, quickly handing his credit card to the waitress as she approaches the table and quickly refills their coffees. The lunch crowd is starting to shuffle in. “Should we get going?”
Dom nods, taking one last sip of his coffee and waiting while Matthew quickly signs the receipt and thanks the waitress.
As they walk down the street together, close but not too close, Dom speaks up again. “You never answered my question.”
“What are we now?”
“Oh,” Matthew says, stopping and looking at Dom quizzically. “I think... At this point, we shouldn’t put labels on it. Just go with it, see where we end up?”
“Okay,” Dom says quietly, nodding and continuing to walk, leaving Matthew still standing.
Matthew watches as Dom walks on without him, replaying the words over again in his mind. No, no you stupid idiot. Tell him what you really feel.
Suddenly Matthew is jogging up to Dom in the street and pulling furiously at his hoodie.
Matthew moves forward, putting his hands behind Dom’s neck at the base of his hairline, capturing the other man’s lips in surprise. The metal on their lips clash as Dom gets the point and moves his mouth in a synchronized fashion with Matthew’s. Taxis honk at them and pedestrians yell at them to get out of the way, but Matthew just flips off everyone who has the nerve to speak their word.
“Moving a bit fast,” Dom says breathless, at least ten minutes later. They’ve shuffled themselves away from the busy street and to a discreet corner, still lip-locked. “Are you sure about this? I mean, after what you said to me earlier, I-”
“Shut up,” Matthew grumble before silencing Dom with his lips. The smile on the blonde’s face tells more than words ever could.
“Gladly,” Dom mumbles.
They kiss uninterrupted for a few more minutes in their quiet little corner before finally separating and smiling at each other, Matthew with a cocky grin on his face.
“What?” Dom asks.
“Might want to take care of your little friend,” Matthew says with a snicker, eyeing the growing bulge in Dom’s skinny jeans. He has the sudden urge to get down on his knees and suck him off right there, but keeps it to himself. He can’t let Dom have all the wins.
“Mind taking care of it for me?” Dom asks suggestively, winking and spinning away, grabbing Matthew’s hand in his and pulling him off into the direction of the tattoo shop.
Matthew follows, hand clasping Dom’s excitedly. He can’t help feeling like he’s 16 again, only this time, he’s on top of the fucking world.