Sorry for late!
Thank you sooooooooo much, MaraPapillon, also for the other story you reviewed. Lol for this one, yep, you said a word, it's enough ;)
Here's the end... with Matt's POV:
III B.
I'm on top of you, in harness, in huge harness with you, I'm dominating you, but it's not one of our usual fight.
No.
I'm kissing you, our breaths are melting together, my mouth is pressed against yours, our tongues are meeting, engrossed in a fight where there are only winners: you and me.
My hands are caressing your face and your neck as your hands are losing themselves into my hair.
I'm kissing you, because before, just a few minutes ago, you kissed me.
At the beginning it happened only in my dream and then everything became so vivid that it forced me to open my eyes.
And when I did, you were there, straddling me and kissing me.
Pretty much a dream. Wait. I'm not still dreaming, am I?
I just have to be sure of it.
Unwillingly, I pop my eyes open, break our kiss and part from you.
You know, Dom, unfortunately I'm not a ventriloquist, so I still need my mouth to speak.
"Dom, please, tell me I'm not dreaming again." I whisper, skimming your ear.
Right after saying it, I feel a stabbing pain that makes me see stars.
"Dom!" I yell, in protest, but the painful sensation doesn't last long, because it's replaced by an astonishing pleasure that is overwhelming me.
Bloody hell, I can't be such a pervert masochist!
"Look, when someone asks someone else to assure him he's not dreaming, usually he expects to receive a pinch on his arm, not… there!" I make you notice, still a little bit shocked, as I stare at my crotch.
You shrug, showing me a cocky smirk that makes you even sexier.
"Well, it served the purpose: you're not dreaming, see?" you state.
After all, you're right.
"Plus, your cock looked so pinchable, I just couldn't resist!" you add, and then you look at me doubtfully. "I'm not still dreaming, am I?"
I wanted you to ask me that so badly. So now I can get my 'revenge'.
"Hey!" you yelp, pleasantly amazed, after I pinched your ass twice, one for buttock , and it's so firm that I could … too bad it's still trapped inside your trousers.
Ok, I'd better calm myself down.
"See? You're not dreaming, either." I sneer.
"Well, I see you're not fond of traditions, either." you remark.
"Thank your lucky stars that I didn't bite into your ass!" I warn you.
Damn me, wasn't I supposed to calm down?
Firstly, you stare at me in awe, but then you smile, mischievously.
"Mm… you know, I don't mind that possibility at all." you murmur, as you turn and wave your butt a few inches from my face.
It's not just the dream: you, Dominic James Howard, are a tempting devil for real.
Anyway, I manage to resist, also because there are still tons of questions in my mind and you must give me the answers.
"OK, we are rushing things way too much!" I declare and we sit on the bed, face to face.
You realize that it's time for explanations.
"I guess you want to know what I was doing here, when you were sleeping." you state.
You realized that so well that you've been the first to talk.
"Yep, that would help a lot. " I nod, eager to know.
"In order to make you understand what I was doing here, we have to step back to when the concert ended and you and me went to sleep in my room. Matthew, do you remember those little crises you have once in a while, when you begin talking in your sleep, out of the blue?" you ask me.
"Sure! You always make fun of me the following day, because of my weird monologues. " I chuckle but the chuckle dies in my throat, since I'm starting to understand.
"Yep, but because of what you said this time… let's say that instead of making fun of you, I mostly felt like making love with you!" you admit, with a lustful light in your eyes.
Yep, now everything is so much clearer.
"So you heard me whilst I was having that dream!" I figure out as I look at you with utter awareness.
"So you do remember that dream!" you realize as you look at me the same way.
"Of course I do, how could I forget it? When you asked me if I had a dream I lied, because I thought it was a casual question. Plus, I dreaded a harsh reaction from you if you had found out, but mostly I made that decision after you pushed me away, when I fell onto you. Hey, wait a minute. Not forgetting this relevant detail: you pushed me away." I make you notice, acting a little bit insulted.
You burst out laughing and I wonder what I said that was so funny.
"The only reason why I pushed you away is that when I woke up, so abruptly, with you on top of me, I had that kind of reaction and I was terrified of how you would react. Just as you were scared of telling me your dream." you explain to me.
"We're such a couple of idiots, aren't we?" I chuckle, infecting you with my hilarity.
"Yeah, and we would carry on this way for ages if I hadn't come here, trying to shed light on this whole matter!" you go on.
"You have a very questionable way of shedding light on matters!" I make fun of you, as I shiver only at the memory.
"Look, when I came here I had a very specific plan: I knew you would resume talking in your sleep again and in case you dreamed of me again, I wanted to wake you up, making you remember the dream, so we could discuss it; but then, when I saw you like that, saying those things, saying those things to me, well… I lost control and… you know the rest." you conclude, with a smile.
I come closer to you, to caress your short, red hair. I'm getting accustomed to it, its colour may have changed , but not its softness.
"I'm so glad you lost control." I murmur.
"I'm gladder." you strike back as you open your arms in invitation, an invitation I surely can't refuse.
Here I am, in your arms, you are holding me tight to your chest, as I was the most precious things you have got, it's just a lovers' embrace. It's what I craved.
I answer your hug, wrapping my arms around your waist and pulling you closer to me.
We stay like that, heart against heart, alternating our heartbeats, with an accelerated rhythm, your heart beating the time of mine, my heart beating the time of yours.
"Well, Dommeh, now you can tell me." I whisper.
"Tell you what?" you look at me, puzzled.
"How long have you been feeling this way about me?" I ask you.
"You, first!" you incite me.
OK. Have it your way.
"Well, it's easy: since the very first time I set eyes on you. So many years ago." I confess, without any trouble.
By now, I feel that I can tell you everything.
"Really?" you smile, flattered. "I'm sorry but… no, I didn't feel this way immediately. " you inform me, and, truth be told, it's not that I'm exactly joyful to hear this news.
What? Maybe for you it started just a few months ago? Or, even worse, for you it's just curiosity and you never…
"Hey, Matteh, what is that glowering face? At least, let me finish my answer, first. I was saying that it didn't happen immediately, because firstly I took my time to get to know you a little better, so let's say that it happened approximately… three days after our very first meeting." you laugh, making me laugh, too.
I should stop being so pessimistic, but… wait. I wouldn't be myself anymore if I did.
"Oh, Dom!" I murmur, before pulling you to myself for another, ardent kiss. God, now that I finally know how it feels kissing you, I don't want to ever stop.
"You know, now you can tell me." you exhort me, as you trace with your fingertips the rubberized edges of the t-shirt you gave me.
"Tell you what?" I frown.
"I can picture pretty easily how your second dream went. After all I kind of had an active role in it! But what was the first one? Please, describe it to me. So you can make me dream your dreams." you beg me, as you pepper my neck and collarbone with kisses.
I smile, staring at you, cheekily.
"I can do so much more than simply describing it to you. I'm gonna show you." I decide.
You seem to be thrilled just at the thought. Well, no use waiting to turn it into practice.
"Get up!" I order, doing the same. "I'm gonna do exactly what you did to me in the dream, but, just like you did, I won't say a word. You're free to talk as much as you want." I warn you, giving you one last, quick kiss, before starting.
You nod and I leave the room, only to come back, some seconds later.
I close the door behind my back and walk towards you, in the most sensual way ever. Just how I acted in the dream, you back off anytime I take a step closer, until you can't escape anymore, trapped between me and the wall.
You look at me, eager to know what my next move is.
I lean closer to you, sticking my body with yours and rubbing myself against you, with long, slow movements.
I smile when you let a moan escape from your mouth, as I keep up the rubbing, pressing my pelvis against yours.
Well, well, it seems that this is turning on both of us.
"Uh! I like it." you whisper.
I'm tempted to dedicate some attentions, even more than some attentions, to your wonderful ears, but I have to stick to the dream. Besides, I have all the time I want to do that after.
I bent to your neck, blowing on your nape, rubbing my nose against it and smelling you.
You moan once again, in total surrender.
My hands wander on your chest, still covered by your t-shirt. I touch your nipples through the fabric, feeling them become hard under my fingertips. I can't resist to the temptation and I pinch them, softly.
"I like it!" you repeat, this time louder.
I took your t-shirt off and I get rid of mine, I mean yours… well, the one I wore!
Now it's only skin against skin, a sensation I've been craving for so long that I can't even recall how long.
"More. " you demand, trying to kiss me, but I move away.
After all, in the dream there weren't any kisses, or embraces. No tenderness.
You snort, annoyed, but I know how to change your mood. It's gonna happen very soon.
I trace your bare chest with caresses, kisses and, this is a little extra I allow myself, licks and tiny bites that drive you crazy.
"Matthew! Oh god, Matthew, please… " you beg me, panting.
I kiss you until I reach your belly and I stop just and only there, before hearing you whimper in frustration.
"Matt, this is not fair!" you protest.
As you finish your sentence, my hand has already lowered the zip of your trousers, discarding them and the boxers, freeing their prisoner. It stands at attention, like a dutiful soldier.
And I can't deny it attention.
I caress every inch of your cock, both with my fingers and with the palm of my hand, back and forth, increasing the rhythm steadily.
You wiggle against the wall. Your eyes are closed. If only your hair was longer, it would be messy, by now. You're biting your lip, to prevent yourself screaming.
Oh, Dominic, you have never looked more beautiful than you do now.
I come back to my activity and carry it out, bringing you to the edge, with my name on those lips you stopped biting and, just like an uncorked bottle, you give me your warm champagne.
"Fuck! Matthew, it was… God!" you moan, satisfied.
I smile at you, you smile at me, although you're still in your own libidinous storm, and then I leave you, going to my bathroom.
I come out a few minutes later, walking towards my bed, as if nothing had happened, as if you weren't even here.
Hell yeah, you are in my room, standing up, with your trousers on your ankles, before you get rid of them, but your boxers are still on. You stare at me, dumbfounded.
"You're kidding!" you snap.
"Hell nope. In my dream, you went away, leaving me like that. " I explain to you.
"Really?" you frown.
"Yep. It's not my fault if in my dreams you can be such a cruel asshole!" I tease you.
"Bells! You can't make me pay for something I didn't even really do!" you growl.
You're adorable, but I won't give in.
"Well, you can dream of me and get your revenge with the Matthew in your dream!" I strike back, pungent.
"No way. I want what I want from the real Matthew!" you insist and, before I can realise it, you're already on top of me, pushing my arms against the headboard of the bed.
"And, tell me, what do you exactly want from me?" I challenge you, with my gaze.
"To begin with, this!" you declare, smashing your mouth against mine, for a kiss that has no sweetness. But I like it, It's turning me on like hell.
I don't even care when we part, after a time I lost concept of, my lips are burning.
You give relief to your lips, placing them on a certain hard and throbbing part of me you took over, without even asking.
Not that I complain, I guess you can feel it on your own.
You keep giving me incredible sensations, with your mouth so divine, so perfect, so hot, so…
"Fuck! Dominic, you're killing me!" I moan in an attempt of protest or I protest in an attempt of moan… whatever, after all I understand nothing at all anymore.
"Oh. So, do you want me to stop?" you ask me, rising your head from my tights, showing me that sexy, cocky smirk of yours.
"Don't you even dare! Otherwise, you would be killing me." I strike back and you go back to your ministrations and… oh, god!
"Dominic!" I scream.
I can't hold on any longer and I gesture to you to move away, but you don't want to move away.
I'm so happy for that, you can't even begin to imagine.
You smirk, satisfied at the result and crouch close to me. I bend over you for a kiss, but this time, contrary to our last kiss, it's an extremely sweet one.
"Matt… " you sigh, as you draw little circles with your fingers, around my belly.
"Mm?" I answer.
"Do you think that now we should… we should do…?" you leave your questions incomplete, but I already get you.
"No. It's not that I don't want it, quite the contrary, I can't wait for that moment to come." I confess.
"But?" you anticipate me.
"But not now. Not tonight. It would be too hasty. After all, we have already done enough stuff for one night!" I giggle, but you pout.
"Dominic, believe me, it will happen. It's gonna happen soon. And it will be marvellous." I assure you, cupping your face with my hands and kissing your forehead.
"You're right, we'd better wait. Also we'll need to get some supplies to do that properly. You know, I already saw the perfect shop for us nearby." you wink at me.
"OK. Tomorrow… err, it's already today, we'll pay a visit there, just before leaving." I wink at you, but then I become serious. "Anyway, Dom, there's something we could and should do now: talk." I inform you.
"You mean talk about us, don't you?" you fathom, keen.
I confine myself to nod.
Oh, Dominic, there's nothing I wouldn't give to take you by your hand and go out, declaring to the whole world that you are my sun, my sheet anchor, my refuge, my main reason for life, my love.
God only knows how much I want it, that god that I name once in a while, although I don't believe he exists.
"Dom, I love you, I haven't told you yet, only because it's so obvious I thought there wasn't any need to tell you." I smile at you, as I hold your hand, entwining my fingers with yours.
"I love you, too, and I didn't tell you for the same reason." you mumble.
"And just because I love you, I don't want to delude you. Dominic, you and I won't ever be a real couple, to all intents and purposes. " I warn you, as I already dread your grave reaction.
Instead, not only do you hang onto my hand, but you're even smiling at me.
"I know." you nod.
"Because, you know, if it was something that involves just you and me, there wouldn't be any trouble, but things are different. Our band would be at stake and Chris and all the people who believed in Muse and brought us to where we are today and… " I start to fire away, until you stop me, squeezing my hand.
"Matt, calm down. As I already told you, I know, I understand it. We can't do such a thing just at the beginning of our career, we would screw it up. First of all, Chris would pay for that, I'm utterly aware of the situation. Bells, what do you think? That I already planned to call NME to give them the scoop of our mutual love? For what would it be worth?" you explain to me, very calm.
"I'm so glad you think so, too. Dommie, the feeling between us is something too special, too unique to take the wraps off it. " I state. "Anyway, that doesn't mean that we'll keep it utterly hidden, we're gonna tell the people we really care: Chris, of course, and a few, very few friends of ours whom we can really trust in and.. yes, sooner or later we'll also have to face our families, but we will … "
"Yeah, we will together, Mattie, because together we're invincible." you smile at me, caressing my hair.
Uh! Here's another sentence I absolutely have to note down.
"There's more. It's true, we won't tell the media about us. However that won't stop them from talking. We can't remain single forever, otherwise there would be rumours, but we'll prevent it. " I add.
"What do you mean?" you frown.
"Girls. We'll need girlfriends, it's even better if we can make it seem a serious relationship. We'll have to pretend, or we could explain the truth to them. They wouldn't spread the word, but if they did we can always say it's just the rambling of way too obsessed fans of ours who lost every contact with reality." I explain to you.
"Shrewd! Or maybe, we'll find two girls who really care about us, so much that they would be willing to do anything to stay with us, even sharing us with each other." you hypothesise.
"Maybe. If we're lucky, we'll find them. Anyway, Dom, we won't ever have our love out in the open." I repeat
"I like deceiving, subterfuges, lies… " you shrug.
"That's not true. You hate that stuff." I make you notice.
"But I love you!" you insist.
"Dom, do you realize that we'll have to cross an impervious and tortuous path? It won't be easy at all, but you still have time to change your mind and back down, I will underst… "
You shut me up with a kiss.
"Matthew, stop speaking crap! I won't ever, ever back down. You're my air. How can you expect me to stop breathing?" you whimper, against my lips
I guess this is the most eloquent answer you could ever give me.
We lay down, one next to the other, in silence, as the clock on my night table warns us that it's already 4:00 a.m..
After all that happened, I start to feel a little tired.
"Matt?" you call out, a few inches from me.
"What?"
"I would never have asked you before, but after all we said to each other I guess that I can now: you know, maybe is 'Bliss'…"
I smile, without letting you finish your question.
"Yep. It's yours. It's about you. And it won't be the only song to do that. I could write whole albums about you, about me, about us. And if there fans clever enough to get the real meaning of those songs, well… I won't mind, quite the contrary… so much the better!" I declare.
"I'm such a lucky guy." you babble, half asleep, getting closer and resting your head on my chest.
I wrap an arm around your waist and fall asleep, happily.
Now that lucky pillow… it's me!
THE END
I can't believe it's over, I'll miss this story pretty much.
Just like 'This time we'll get it, get it right ' (that's written with POV, too, but it's just one of them), it's about something I really believe in.
Before you ask, no, it's not the dreams part, of course, I just utterly invented it to romanticize the whole thing, plus I found it cute! ^^
What I really believe in it's the fact that everything between those two started seriously in 2000, don't ask me why, it's just a feeling! ;P
Anyway, I hope you'll like it… and I hope I didn't put too much sugar (or too much spice) in it.
A little, but indispensable (obvious) disclaimer: there's a little reference to 'Invincible ' , by Muse. It's not that I assume that Matthew already thought about that song back to those days, but since I LOVE that song, I just had to put it there, somehow! 3
Thanks to everyone who will read it, but if you want to make me happier, you know what to do (comment *hint, hint * )