The boys lugged their suitcases into the small hotel room and left them leaning against the cream coloured wall, Matt collapsing onto the first bed he saw. Tom chuckled at him and snapped a picture of Matt's exhausted frame lying limply on the bed. Typical that their tour bus had decided to break down in the middle of nowhere. They'd had to walk five miles to find the nearest hotel in this remote town somewhere in Europe, and now they were knackered. Dom went to the shared bathroom to get a glass of water and Matt found himself dozing a bit, the bed surprisingly comfortable for such a cheap hotel. Unsurprisingly, nobody in the foyer had recognised them, despite the band being fairly well-known back in the UK.
"Erm, guys," Chris said, suddenly noticing something about the room booked for 4. "Anybody else notice a problem here?" Matt opened one eye and glanced around the room, the other eye comfortable being closed. He shrugged, not having the best vantage point from the bed. Dom poked his head out of the door, toothbrush sticking out of his mouth. After their long walk, it had got later than expected, and he was hoping just to fall into bed and sleep.
"Oh." That was his only response. At the sound of his disappointed voice, Matt sat up, deciding to actually take a look at the room. There were only 3 beds. Tom chuckled nervously and Matt sighed resignedly, knowing his place as the smallest out of the four.
"It's not like this hasn't happened before," he reminded them, shrugging as he moved over to the double bed by the window.
"Yeah, but we managed to wiggle our way out of it when we told them we were touring," Chris informed him. Matt bit his lip.
"Well, one of you is gonna have to share with me." There was an awkward silence. "Oh, come on! I'm really not that bad!" He laid down on the bed and curled up on his side, gesturing with his free arm to the bed space to prove his point. "Look how much space is left in this bed!" He pouted, widening his blue eyes childishly and staring up at the other guys. Despite this, he was thinking, please not Chris, please, please not Chris. Not that he had something against Chris, not at all, but he tended to fart in his sleep. Nobody had ever bothered to tell him that, though.
"Fine," Dom gave himself up, coming out of the bathroom with the toothpaste cleaned from his face. "I'll do it." Matt resisted the urge to frown, wondering why Dom sounded so put out by that. They were both quite small, so there wouldn't be a problem with space. Instead, he smiled at Dom and patted the pillow beside him.
"It's like the sleepovers we used to have when we were teenagers!" Matt laughed.
"Oh, you're in hyper mood now, are you?" Dom groaned, his weariness affecting his mood. "Brilliant." Chris smirked at the pair side by side on the bed.
"Are you not going to change? Those jeans are too skinny to be sleeping in, Dom," he suggested. Dom flipped him the finger and lazily got up from the bed again, rummaging through his suitcase and disappearing into the bathroom. "What? I was being helpful!"
"Looks like somebody's not going to get enough beauty sleep," Tom teased, the three of them chuckling.
"I can hear you!" Dom shouted accusingly through the door, which only made them laugh harder.
Matt unzipped his suitcase and began to pull out his pyjamas, debating whether to wear a shirt or not. On a warm night like this, he'd usually only wear boxers, but he wasn't sure whether he was entirely comfortable with that, what with sharing a bed and all. When Dom reappeared, he nipped into the bathroom himself and changed into his pyjamas. He smoothed down the red, stripy material covering his chest and quickly flattened down his hair a little. What are you doing? He asked himself and then laughed at his reflection in the mirror. Stupid moron.
He padded back to the bed and laid on top of the duvet, his hands under his head as he gazed out of the window. Dom was sat on the edge of the bed, putting on some moisturising cream or something. Matt's lips turned up at the corners but he said nothing, fully aware of Dom's slightly irritable mood. It wasn't fun to antagonise him when he got really mad. And he was too tired, anyway.
Dom cleared his throat. "Are you going to get under the duvet?" he asked. Matt frowned.
"It's a bit too hot for that, isn't it?" he replied. Dom shrugged.
"I just feel more comfortable under it. I mean, we don't have to if you don't want to but-"
"No, no, it's okay!" He crawled under the covers and slid towards the edge of the bed, leaving as much space between him and Dom as possible. He felt the bed dip as Dom got in beside him, turning on his side so that his back was facing him.
"You two lovebirds have a nice night, alright?" Tom chortled.
"Yeah, don't make too much noise. We want to sleep over here," Chris added.
"Fuck off, Chris," Dom muttered, yet again pulling laughs from the lucky two in the single beds. A blanket of silence settled over them and then they were plunged into darkness. As if on cue, Matt shifted in bed at the same time as Dom did, causing them both to roll slightly further towards the edge of the bed than they'd aimed. Matt cursed silently and gripped the edge of the bed. He'd been single far too long to remember how to share a bed with someone.
"Matt," he heard Dom whisper, "you don't have to sleep right on the edge of the bed, you know." Matt twiddled his fingers nervously below the covers.
"Won't that crowd you?" he wondered.
"It's a double bed. There's room for both of us comfortably." Matt strained to hear his voice, Dom's whisper quieter than his breathing so that Tom and Chris wouldn't hear them
"Oh, okay." Matt shifted further onto the bed, finally relaxing his muscles and sinking into the mattress. He closed his eyes and smiled, inhaling deeply only to cough on the humid air. He turned on his side, hugging his legs to his chest. Five minutes later, he decided that position wasn't comfortable enough, and rolled over onto his front. The heat was stifling and making it difficult to breathe, and he found himself breathing twice as heavy as usual. The bed bounced again as he twisted so that he was sleeping on his back.
"Will you just go to sleep?" Dom hissed from the other side of the bed.
"Sorry," Matt mumbled. He swallowed, hoping he wasn't annoying Dom too much, as his paranoid mode kicked in. What if he had nightmares and talked in his sleep? He tended to toss and turn a little, so what if he accidentally hit Dom? Or worse, what if he woke up like...He felt his cheeks flush just at the thought of it. Surely, having been friends for 20 years, they would be over that, but he still felt awkward. He squeezed his eyes shut and willed himself to go to sleep.
He must've drifted off eventually, because when he was next conscious of his whereabouts, a dim light was streaming through the gap in the curtains. Matt squinted through his droopy eyes, wondering why he'd woken up so early in the morning, when he heard a breath by his ear. He froze and suddenly became aware of an arm wrapped around his waist. Dom's arm. Matt held his breath as he glanced down, just making sure it really was Dom's arm and this wasn't all some crazy dream. But there it was, the same arm that had comforted girls, played the drums fantastically and even punched Matt in the gut-but that was a long time ago.
Matt closed his eyes again, wondering why this seemed to be such a big deal to him and trying to go back to sleep. However, whenever he felt like he was finally falling away, he would feel Dom shift ever so slightly behind him and he'd be wide awake again. So instead he laid trapped under Dom's arm, watching the light gradually get brighter. Trapped? He thought to himself. You're not exactly making an effort to move him. And yet, completely aware of this fact, he did nothing to change their position, instead trying to mentally calculate what the time was whilst concentrating on keeping his breathing steady.
"I know you're awake," a sleepy voice murmured in his ear, startling him.
"O-oh." Matt's mind was filled with questions. If you're awake, why are you still hugging me? How long as he been awake? Are Chris and Tom still sleeping? A loud snore from across the room confirmed the latter question, but the rest were left unanswered.
"Are you too hot?"
"No," he lied. He felt Dom press his face into his neck and shivered when he felt an exhalation on the sensitive patch there. He shifted in Dom's arms, wiggling around to face him. The two found their faces within inches of each other's. Dom glanced at Matt's cerulean blue eyes, still wide with shock. How had he not noticed how pretty his eyelashes were before? Matt blinked and Dom watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. His brain was suddenly filled with different mental images, most of which he had no idea where they had come from. What was this all of a sudden?
"So, um..." Matt's statement trailed off as he saw Dom smile at him, teeth glinting in the slight light.
"So, um, what? Why have I got my arm around you? I'm not entirely sure myself. Is it bothering you?" Matt paused before shaking his head, and Dom's smile grew. He tightened his arm so that their chests touched when they inhaled, Matt's brain fuzzy. Since when have you been the passive one? Since when has something as small as this made you go crazy? His delirious mind had no answers, only capable of mentally commenting on how beautiful Dom's smile looked that morning, his dishevelled hair sticking out from odd angles. Matt moved one arm up to flatten Dom's hair down for him, but he didn't move his hand away when it was done, instead choosing to keep stroking it. Dom closed his eyes and purred at the sensation, his hand pressing into the small of Matt's back.
"This wasn't so bad, was it?" Dom told Matt. "Sharing a bed?"
"That's what I was trying to tell you earlier!" Matt giggled softly.
"Yeah, except you did everything you promised you wouldn't." Matt pouted and Dom prodded the protruding lip playfully, his eyes opening. Their eyes made contact all of a sudden and Matt once again found himself caught up with admiring Dom's facial features. He'd never paid all that much attention to Dom's looks before.
No. That was a lie. He had looked and he had wondered, but he'd squashed down any thoughts of it when they started touring for the first time. Since then, his mind had wandered only occasionally, more interested in Dom's personality than general looks. Had Dom thought of him in this way? No, probably not. Yet he was fully aware of Dom staring at his lips right now, and he wet them self-consciously. They were so close that they were almost sharing breath.
Dom's hand tightened further at exactly the same time Matt leaned forward, resulting in their lips pressed tentatively together. The pressure made Matt's arms fall limp with pleasure. A small niggling part of Dom's brain was yelling, 'NO NO NO THIS IS WRONG,' but most of him was trying to override the system. Matt didn't have a single problem with it at all. In fact, any shame he felt at having thought of this before immediately evaporated when he felt how good it was to have Dom's full lips on his. He twisted his hand in Dom's golden locks, curling them around his finger at the end, Dom's jaw automatically opening his mouth slightly.
Matthew edged his tongue forward to wet Dom's own lips, but he was beaten to it and felt Dom nibbling his bottom lip. He squeezed his eyes shut, keeping quiet so that they wouldn't wake Chris and Tom. Their legs intertwined at the ankles, getting caught up in the sheets. Dom released Matt's mouth and stared at him. Matt's brow furrowed as he leaned in again, but Dom's hand was suddenly on his chest.
"What's wrong?" Matt asked, dread filling him. Please don't say, 'Let's not talk about this after tonight.' Please.
"Are you sure this is all okay for you? Like, I'm really enjoying myself but I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything." Matt stifled a laugh of relief.
"Really, Dom? You're really asking me that?" Dom shrugged and brought their lips together again.
In the morning, Chris was the first awake. As he stumbled to the bathroom to rinse his sleepy face, he happened to glance over at the double bed where he spotted the two men embracing in their sleep, Dom's arms wrapped around Matt's wiry frame, Matt's face buried in Dom's strong shoulders. The stark contrast between them, Matt's pale skin and shock of dark hair completely opposite to Dom's summery tones, worked perfectly, and the pairing seemed perfectly natural. He smiled. For all the teasing, it was quite cute. He frowned at himself then, wondering whether soppiness was just a morning thing or whether he just needed to go home and finally relax with Kelly.
Matt woke in blissful peace, safe in Dom's arms. He felt an ecstatic smile stretch across his face as he remembered that they'd spent the past night snogging quietly in the bed. It was better than anything he'd imagined it would be, better than the stories he'd heard from Dom's previous girlfriends, better than anything. And Dom seemed really present the whole time, not awkward or uncomfortable at all. It was fantastic.
The four rose properly at about eight and proceeded to get washed and dressed. Hopefully the main crew had rescued the tour bus and, possibly, fixed it. However, that was probably a bit too much to wish for. Matt found himself sharing looks with Dom when the pair remembered the night before, and then they turned away with matching secretive smiles plastered on their faces. Dom's hand brushed Matt's briefly when they were checking out in the foyer, resulting in a gasp from the smaller man. He only saw Dom's smirk for a second before he was hurried out towards the small pocket-sized car park. He shook his head in disbelief.
So, this is actually longer than most of my average chapters usually are. Woopsie!
Yet another fluff fest considering I'm losing the plot, basically just created from one of my strange daydreams. I'll probably use this in a future story or something.