**First BellDom story. Read and Review!:)**

I keep finding myself staring at him from across the studio. I'm not sure why and I can't help it, but I've felt like this for a long time. The way his soft-looking hair is styled perfectly in accordance to his other features. The way those skin-tight jeans expose his well-toned leg muscles underneath that thin layer of denim. His laugh is angel-like and that dazzling smile just compliments it. God I need to stop thinking like this. We have Glastonbury to prepare for and I've known this guy years; he wouldn't like me in that way. Anyway, there may or may not be a new woman in my life pretty soon.

'Matt will you quit daydreaming! We really need to practice for this!' Dom yelled at me from across the room.

His voice was so smooth, it turned me on. No, it didn't. God why does he make me feel this way? He catches me off guard all the time, makes me feel so confused. I shrugged my shoulders and decide to forget about the situation for a while. I picked up one of my many personalised Mansons, slung it over my shoulder and walked casually over to Dom and Chris. Working through our setlist was normally something I enjoyed, I normally went mental, but today I just wasn't feeling it. I couldn't concentrate when I could hear Dom's heavy breathing and his strange little noises in my left ear. The whole rehearsal was a slow and painful process and I was glad when the whole thing was over. I packed my guitar away as soon as I'd finished playing the outro to Knights Of Cydonia, grabbed my keys and hurried out of the building.

'Matt! Where are you going?' Dom and Chris both called after me.

Opening my car door, I ignored the two of them and climbed in. As soon as I managed to put the keys in the ignition, I sped off without as much as a glance backwards. I noticed Dom was following me as I took a quick peek out of my rear-view mirror. I thought he might. I tried to get rid of him, weaving in and out of the roads, not too sure of where I was going. The one place I knew I wasn't going was home, too predictable. Moments later my phone started buzzing. I looked at the Caller ID. 'Darling Dominic' He had set it as that, I remember the day clearly in my head. Whereas he took it out as a joke, it meant so much more to me. God knows I might've even set it as that anyway eventually. Does he actually know how much it kills me inside when he jokes about things like that? The persistent ringing didn't stop, only briefly in between him putting down the phone and re-dialling my number. After about five more calls, I gave in.

'What Dom? What is it?' I demanded.

'Matt, what the hell is wrong with you? Pull over before you do something stupid,' he tried to reason with me.

'Like you actually care Dom,' I retorted.

'Of course I do Matthew, please just pull over before you seriously hurt yourself!' he pleaded with me.

I disconnected the call and pulled into the next car park. I didn't know where we were, all I knew was that Dominic truly did care about my wellbeing - I could tell from his voice. In less than a minute his car pulled into the spot next to mine. A big storm was now passing overhead and he got soaked walking the short distance between my car and his, mainly because I wouldn't let him get in at first. He banged on the window with a hurt expression on his face so I gave in and unlocked the door.

'Why did you lock me out Matt? It's pouring it down!' he moaned at me.

I stared back at him with a blank, emotionless face.

'Nevermind,' he carried on. 'What went off back there?'

This was not a question I really wanted to answer. Even though I was pretty sure he knew how I felt about him, it wasn't something I was willing to admit to him. I quickly changed the subject.

'I'm sorry, you must be soaking. Let's get that shirt off.'

Shit, completely wrong thing to say. Needless to say he ripped his shirt off right there in the front seat of my car and care freely discarded of it on the floor. My eyes fell to his abdomen. He didn't exactly have a six-pack, but it was certainly well-toned and feastful to look at. Before he could notice I was staring, I quickly diverted my eyes elsewhere.

'Dom, I have something to say to you but I'm scared of what your reaction will be.'

'Matt stop...'

'No I can't Dom. If I don't tell you now then...'

'Matt I love you!' Dom interrupted me.

That confession hit me like a tidal wave. I instantly reached over and grabbed the back of his head, and pulled him in for a passion fueled kiss. My fingers tangled themselves in his wet hair and he lightly caressed my cheeks as we kissed. He broke away for a moment to rip my shirt over my head and climbed into the backseat. Back there it was more spacious and the windows were blacked out, so I followed him without any hesistation. He pulled me onto his lap with masculine force, something I never realised he had before now, and I straddled him to make the kissing much easier. I plunged my tongue into his mouth before he pushed me off of him and laid me down on the back seat. He climbed on top of me and started to kiss every visible part of my body. His actions sent jolts of electricity down my spine as I felt nothing but a rush of thrill flood through my body. As I began to frantically undo my belt, he placed his hand on mine to stop me.

'What are you doing Dom? You're seriously telling me you don't want this. You were the one who said you loved me!' I shouted.

'I do want this Matt...'

I didn't let him finish. 'But what? Don't you dare say this was a mistake!'

'I don't think this was a mistake. Its just not the right time, and definitely not the right place!'

'Fine then, we'll go back to my apartment. It can't be too far away...'

This time he was the one that cut me off.

'I don't want to Matt. We've known each other too long and I want to stop this before it spoils our relationship.'

I gruntled. 'Fine then, I guess I understand.'

'Okay, good.'

He grabbed his shirt off the floor and climbed out of the car. Just before he closed the door, he turned around to say something to me.

'I'll see you tomorrow Matt. Just so you know... Best kiss ever.'

I sat there gobsmacked as he climbed into his little car and sped away. What the hell? How dare he say he couldn't go that far, and then leave me with comments like that! I sighed and pulled my shirt over my sweaty head and climbed back into the drivers seat. Oh yes. He definitely would see me tomorrow.

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