"And…that's a wrap!" Tom announced, flicking off the camera. Dom sighed with relief and made his way over to the side of the room, taking a quick swig of water and relishing the refreshing feeling. His friend clapped him on his shoulder. "You were great out there, mate! These tour visuals are gonna look really good, I hope. I can just see it now…." Tom trailed off as he envisioned the faces of awestruck fans staring at screens showing Dom as a, well, ninja would probably be the right word.
"Can I have a go with this stuff?" he heard Matt ask from across the room and turned to see him pointing at a pile of utensils.
"Sure, why not?" Tom smirked and pulled out his iPhone, prepared to take pictures of what could only be an embarrassing moment for the frontman. Matthew leaped into the centre of the room and started flinging a briefcase around like it was his guitar, giggling at his own idiocy. Dom watched from the sidelines, amused, as Matt squatted.
"I'm such a good ninja, I think I deserve a cool nickame. Something catchy and wild." He paused, stroking his chin.
"How about 'Suitcase Wanker'?" Dom suggested, resulting with a rude gesture from Matt. "'Nutcase with a Briefcase'?" He felt his lips turn up at the corners as Matt stuck his tongue out childishly.
"No, no, I've got an idea now. I could be," he whipped a sword out of the briefcase, announcing proudly, "'The Matt-astrophe!'"
Chuckles echoed around the room, Dom snorting into his water as Matt wielded the sword, cackling wickedly to himself.
"You're going to cause a Matt-astrophe if you keep swinging at people like that. You'll end up taking your own nose off!" Dom laughed. Matthew pouted at him and flung down the sword, stalking towards his boyfriend and nicking the bottle out of his hands. Water sloshed down Dom's torso and he frowned at Matt. "Now look what you did!" Matt sniffed, sipping at the water.
"Christ, I'm exhausted. Definitely in need of some nice food right now," he told himself. Dom prodded Matt's belly.
"Maybe the reason you're so exhausted is because you'realways in need of some nice food these days," he teased. Matthew brought his head up, eyes level, and gave Dominic his best icy glare.
"And what are you trying to say?" He raised an eyebrow, waiting for Dom's answer, only to find himself wrapped in strong, Lycra covered arms.
"Nothing at all, love. I think you're perfect." Matt smiled, peering over Dom's shoulders.
"I have to say, your arse looks stunning in this suit. Are you going to keep it?" he murmured. Dom stifled a laugh.
"If you want me to." He felt the fine hairs on Matt's chin tickling his neck, Matt still admiring his behind.
"Mmm definitely. Maybe wear it on stage, yeah?"
"Don't you think that's a little dangerous?" Dom asked, pulling Matt back off his tip-toes. "For us?"
"Nah, it'll be fine. And definitely worth it."
"Listen, are you lovebirds done? Because quite frankly I'm starving and since Matt mentioned food, I'm desperate for Chinese," Tom called, rubbing his stomach impatiently. Matt nodded with agreement and hopped out of Dom's arms, pulling him to the door and giving a playful slap to his rear before following Tom out the door.