Title: You're the cause of all this
Pairing: BellDom, but there will be many other well-known characters, too
Disclaimer:All the characters belong only to themselves, nothing of this has ever happened, I just write for my own fun
Beta: None (if someone is offering I'll be more than thankful), so sorry for my ugly mistakes.
Genre:comedy, romance, AU (yep, my first AU, I mean, my first not supernatural AU. Usually I don't like normal AU stories very much but I've been asked to write this story, lol!)
Rating: nothing more than pg13
Summary:A thrilled co-pilot at his very first flight and a steward who is usually impeccable in his job meet… what will happen?
Author's notes :
1-This is an already complete story (around 20 pages of my copybook (and it was supposed to be a one-off, lol!) , but I prefer to post it bit by bit (also because I still have to finish typing it from my copybook! lol) to see if I should go on with that or just quit it. However it should be around 3-4 parts.
2- Don't worry, if you see me start a new story doesn't mean that I forgot about the other ones, give me time and I'll update all the others too, starting with 'Eurotrip ' (waiting for my beta).
3- This is something I often forget to do: thanks to all the ones who leaves me a comment but are not loggen in so I can't answer to them and thanks to the ones who prefer, put me in the alert stories ;)
4- This is not about the stories, but I've got twitter and this is my account: CherishedDream4. If you want to follow me I'll be glad to follow you, thanks soooo much to who already did.
"I shouldn't have drunk that Red Bull at lunch!" captain Chris Wolstenholme grumbles, leaving his position.
After all, on the airplane the staff is still boarding the last passengers, so he still has some time for himself.
"Hey, you, what's your name, Natt, right?" he turns to the co-pilot who he was assigned to.
"It's Matt, Sir, short for Matthew!" the questioned guy corrects him, punctilious.
"Whatever!" the captain snorts.
"This is my very first flight ever!" the other grins, excited.
"Yes, I know, you've already repeated that to me at least twenty bloody times!" Chris rolls his eyes. "Well, at least you must begin from somewhere. Now, listen to me, I must leave for a while, be right back. Wait for me here and don't touch anything!" he orders, leaving the cabin.
That 'don't touch anything!' has on Matt the same effect that it would have on a kid of five years old, that is the opposite one.
Once he has been left alone, the guy starts to take a curious look around, pretending to press buttons here and there, until something attracts him as a bee with honey.
The bee in question turns that honey over in his hands and that honey is nothing else but the microphone connected to the speakers that is used to communicate with the passengers.
He clears his throat and studies that tool a little more, without noticing that he has unintentionally moved an important lever.
"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the Starlight flight 747 to Nice. Co-pilot Matthew Bellamy is speaking. The captain doesn't feel very well so I'll be the one to perform this flight which is my very first flight and this scares the shit out of me! However, I'm almost sure that I'll manage to make this big beast reach its destination. You know what? Maybe this time try to pay more attention when the hostesses and the stewards show you what to do in case of emergency!" Matthew concludes his fake announcement, chuckling, but he chokes on his chuckling as soon as he hears the screams coming from the corridor of the passengers.
Gulping down and gasping he checks the microphone better.
"Wa-Wait a minute… is this thing on for real?" he wonders out loud, making everyone hear him once again.
Anyway, the passengers are not paying attention to him anymore, as busy as they are trying to save themselves as fear and panic is in the air, spreading like wildfire.
"No, please, ladies and gentlemen, be calm and sit down, I assure you that the whole situation is under control, " Kelly, the Chief Purser, explains, with all the calm, the gentleness and the steady nerves that she is capable of.
Since she has temporary abandoned her position to deal with the passengers, as the rest of the crew, the steward Dominic is the one who is closer to the cabin.
He doesn't waste any time and heads towards there, with the main purpose of giving the king of the speech to the responsible of that disaster.
"That idiot, that madman, who the hell is so insane to give him the permission to fly? He should not even approach to an airplane, even a toy airplane! But now he's going to hear me, that retarded, that dickhead, that stupid, that reckless, that…"
Dominic has reached his destination and hearing some footsteps Matt turns around, goggling his endlessly blue eyes.
"That little, tender, oh so sweet, scared puppy!" Dom immediately changes both of his opinion and mood, bewitched by such a vision.
After all, for Dominic Howard, thirty years old, steward for more than three glorious years and openly gay for at least ten years, it's just impossible to resist to that cute face who looks frightened at him, with those rebel and messy, black locks that haven't been trapped inside his cap yet and that tiny but perfect body that shivers every once in a while.
"I guess you have already figured out on your own but that microphone was on," he informs the other, smiling at him, although he's perfectly aware that a smile should not be required for such a situation, just like it's not required such a sweet tone.
Matthew smiles nervously, a little awkward, and puts the incriminated microphone back to its place, turning it off accurately.
Once he is over the initial panic, Matthew is free to see that situation from another perspective: a blonde, sturdy perspective, with mesmerising eyes that he cannot associate only one colour to and with a smile that is so capable of dazzle that it probably contains the sun inside.
And Matthew, twenty-nine years old, who got the highest grade at the air university, although he cared more about his soon-to-be pilot fellow students than the lessons, can't remain indifferent to that sort of Greek god who is talking to him.
"Yep-I've-noticed-when-it-was-already-too-late. I-thought-that-I-was-just-talking-on-my-own-playfully-but-I-couldn't-even-begin-to-imagine-that-that…"
Dominic cuts him off, giggling.
"Do you always speak so fast?" he asks him, taking some steps closer.
"Only when I'm agitated."
The blond gets closer, taking the seat of the captain who is still missing and taking the brunet's hands in his.
"Are you still agitated?" he asks him, with a tone that is as warm as his own hands.
"Nope. No more." the other smiles.
"I can't deny that you made a bloody big mess and everyone is busy calming down all the passengers at the corridors," the steward informs him, as he keeps holding his hands.
"I'm so sorry," his listener whines, breaking that contact, because he wants to punish himself, preventing him from enjoying that.
"I know, but don't worry, honey, everyone makes mistakes. Now the misunderstanding has been clarified and the situation is much better," Dom tranquilises the brunet, getting up.
"Thanks God!" the co-pilot sighs with relief, before a dangerous silence falls between them, made of languid looks and refrained instincts.
"So are you feeling better now, Matthew?" Dominic murmurs, getting hazardously closer to him.
"How do you know my name?" the brunet wonders, astonished.
"You introduced yourself, before, in the announcement. See? I've listened to it very carefully!" the other chuckles.
"So don't you want to tell me your name, gorgeous? You haven't even the badge on your jacket," Matt observes, getting up.
Now he's the one who gets outrageously closer to the blond, with famished intentions.
"Geez, that's what I forgot!" Dom ponders out loud, before losing himself into the deep, wide oceans that are staring at him.
"It's okay for me if you call me 'gorgeous'!" Dom laughs, coquettish, as he plays with the decorations on Matthew's jacket.
The co-pilot lets the steward do as he pleases since he's losing himself in those two wild storms where grey seems to be overwhelmed by an intense green.
"Okay, I was joking, my name is…"
"What the bloody hell are you doing here? Go back to your place! You're not even allowed to stay here and in the corridor the pre-flight safety demonstration is about to start!" Chris interrupts him, roughly, making both of Dom and Matt jolt.
"I'm sorry, captain, it's just that there was such a mess and I was the person who was closest to the cabin to intervene. I'm coming back immediately!" the blond runs away, saying goodbye to Matt with his eyes.
"And now let's think about you, don't you even dare to think that you'll get away with it!" Chris almost growls.
TBC
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