Matt sat in the corner of the bar, sipping at his drink and observing. A young girl was sat on Dom's lap, leaning down towards him and intentionally exposing her cleavage, Dom's eyes wide like a teenage boy. As Matt watched, he got up from the bar stool, their fingers intertwined, and left the room. Matt's eyes followed them to the doorway, where they disappeared upstairs. He downed the last of his drink and ordered another one.

His began his new drink, hoping to refresh his mind as well as his throat. But he couldn't focus. His mind kept wandering to Dom and wondering what he was up to, even though he knew full well. Unconsciously, his hand tightened around the glass as thoughts flew through his mind, his teeth grinding into each other slowly.

Would he be undressing her yet? Would he push her clothes off and admire her before his instincts overcame him? Would he press her down onto the bed and begin the gentle journey south?

Or maybe he wouldn't take it so slow. Maybe he needed to relieve some stress. Maybe he wanted it rougher, harder, faster.

Matt could be that. Matt would be anything Dom wanted him to be, and both of them knew it, yet neither acknowledged it. Dom continued to pick up girls and Matt continued to kid himself that he didn't care.

His drink tasted bitter as he sipped again, the world growing fuzzy even as he focussed his eyes. How many of these could he get down before he passed out?

Was he fucking her yet? Was he whispering in her ear, was she clinging to him and digging her nails into his shoulders? Were his eyes squeezed shut, his mouth hanging open, sweaty hair falling in his face? Was he thinking of anything or was his mind full of blinding colours, white-hot against his eyelids?

Matt shook his head, curling his fingers around the glass until he thought it might crack under the pressure. It didn't matter. None of it mattered. He could get his own girl if he wanted to. He could do whatever he wanted, whether Dom liked it or not.

And then he smiled to himself. At least the girl would be discarded in the morning. And then Dom would be his again.

Something a little different here. Not entirely Belldom either, but sort of.