The Great Outdoors

Title: The Great Outdoors
Author: hannah_chapter
Summary: AU. Latest installment of the office series. Two office workers misbehave on a company outing.
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: 18/NC-17
Feedback: When you hit me, hit me hard.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, this is fiction.


"Why do I keep getting jumped on?"

"Because you keep standing there like an idiot."

"I can't see anything!"

"Stop shooting me!"

This isn't working. I'm in Tom's house and it's just the two of us. I wanted to spend time with him but I didn't want to do anything that might lead to us spending the night in a police cell. Tom suggested a night of alcohol and Xbox, I agreed and brought over my copy of Left4Dead, which he was eager to try. But Tom has spent way too much time playing stuff like Call of Duty and fragging people online and he can't quite grasp the concept of working together, so he keeps shooting me in the back. And he thinks the appropriate response to a tank attack is to just stand there and let it smash him into the ground. He even shot the witch - twice! He drops the joypad in disgust.

"This is shit. Time for plan B. Let's get drunk."

And we do. A couple of hours pass and I'm sitting on the floor, wondering if I can make it to the kitchen without banging my head or falling over. Tom is making a speech. I think he's trying to be profound but he's making no sense at all:

"And I tell you, the merry has all gone out. It blazed for a moment and then died, like a moth that flies into a candle and lands in the christening font during the ceremony, much to the horror of the child's prissy grandmother who was stood there with a mouth like a chicken's arse even before the stricken insect Stuka'd its way into the drink, klaxons blaring and engines blazing and that's just the grandmother, but then she never liked flying, she never liked anything, the stone, cold bitch. Still, like I said to her, you've got to laugh, bitch."

I start to giggle. "What the fuck are you on about, Tommy?"

"I don't know, I forgot where I started."

He stares into his beer bottle for a minute and then looks at me. "I have to tell you something. It's going to piss you off but I can't keep it to myself anymore."

"Tell me what?"

He puts the bottle on the floor and then the story tumbles out. He tells me about how, on the night of my birthday, he hid in my wardrobe and watched Dom shagging me. I sit here, trying to process it all. Then I start laughing. I shoud be angry but, well, it's Tom. And it's such a Tom thing to do. This is the man who tried to use the cord of a venetian blind to recreate a scene from The Omen and almost choked himself. It's amazing: Dom and I have fooled around in so many places and never performed for an audience until we were in the privacy of my bedroom. The office head doesn't really count because Dom's boss had no idea. Tom looks relieved.

"You're not angry?"

"No. Just don't try it again."

"No chance. You think I want to see that again?" He shudders. "You think I want to hear or see you being fucked?" Tom gets on his hands and knees and starts to moan. "Oh Dom, fill me with your huge love sausage -"

"I don't sound like that and I definitely don't make that face."

He sits up. "How would you know?"

"We've made DVDs."

"DVDs? As in, more than one DVD?"

"Oh yeah, we're quite fond of roleplaying."

"I don't need to hear this, Matt."

"My favourite is the one where I'm the innocent, young son of a lord and Dom is the naughty stableboy who corrupts me - "

Tom puts his hands over his ears. "Not listening. La la la la...."

"Okay, I've stopped."

"Will you tell Dom?"

"Not if you don't want me to. Let's just pretend it never happened."

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This has been one of the longest weeks of my life. The weather is shit, work just drags on and on and Dom's been at some manager's conference for two weeks. I've missed him so much, even if my body was happy to take some time off. I miss having him in my bed, having his body pressed against mine, even his soft snoring in my ear.

But it's not all bad. Yesterday was fun, in a mean kind of way. One of the other guys in the office, a man everyone hates, went to a party last weekend and fell asleep in one of the bedrooms. Someone found him there, lying on a bed in his underwear and with his hand shoved down the front of his boxers. They took a picture, made copies and stuck them up in the toilets - gents and ladies. I saw it when I went to the bathroom at lunchtime, a nice colour photo with the words "Come and get me, big boy" scrawled on it. I think it falls into the 'funny when it isn't you' category.

Best of all, Dom's coming home tonight. He let me use his car while he was away and I'm picking him up at the airport. I'm looking at the big board and trying to find his flight number when I hear a voice calling me. I turn and there he is, pulling his suitcase along the floor. We just look at each other for a few seconds. Then he lets go of the suitcase and wraps me in his arms.

He kisses the top of my head. "I missed you."

I can see people staring but I don't care. "I missed you, too."

Dom follows me out to the car and I throw his suitcase in the boot. When I get in the car Dom's already in the passenger seat with his eyes closed.

I put on my seatbelt. "Mine or yours?"

The eyes stay closed. "Yours."

Dom perks up a bit once we get to my flat. He drags me to the bedroom and pins me to the wall beside the door. He kisses me and I close my eyes, then open them again as a depressingly practical thought occurs to me. I push him away gently.

"I just want to make sure I locked my front door."

"Don't take too long."

I go back, find my keys and lock the door. Returning to the bedroom, my jaw drops. He's asleep! I was gone for less than a minute and, in that time, Dom took off his shoes, lay down and passed out. My irritation fades when I remember something he told me just before he left: he hates long train, plane and car journeys because he just can't fall asleep. He can doze for a minute or two and that's it. Poor thing, he must be exhausted. Moving carefully, I strip him and get him under the covers. I undress and slip in beside him. He sighs and cuddles me.

"Make it up to you," he mutters.

"I know you will."

"Love you."

I smile in the dark. "I love you, too."

The only reply I get is a gentle, buzzing snore. I close my eyes and join him in dreamland.

I wake just before dawn. A hand is moving up and down my thigh, seducing me out of sleep, enticing me with the promise of something better than sleep. I stretch.

"It's early."

"I know. But I'm awake now and I couldn't wait."

I feel his erection pressing against me. I'm just as anxious as he is but I can't resist teasing him a little.

"Do you want something, Dom?"

"Yes. You."

I roll onto my back and pull him on top of me.

"Well, if you insist."

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"I can't believe I let you talk me into this."

"Come on Matt, it'll be fun."

"No it won't. I hate shit like this."

I really, really do. I hate company activities and I really hate paintballing. I've been roped into it a couple of times and I always get stuck with the idiots who've seen too many war films. But Dom wanted to involve as many people in his division as he could and he begged and he pleaded until I gave in. We listen to the instructor as he tells us the rules and then spends another ten minutes warning us not to take off the goggles or eat the paintballs.

Dom is on the blue team and I'm on the red team. He runs off and I walk through the woods, hoping someone will shoot me so I can fuck off back to the car. Then a hand grabs my arm and pulls me into a bush. Dom smirks at me.

"Hello, lover."

"Shouldn't we be shooting each other?"

"We could do that. But I'd much rather sleep with the enemy."

He pulls me up a hill and shoves me against a tree. I drop my gun, turn and wrap my arms around the tree. My cock is already beginning to stiffen. I'm so fucking easy. One snap of his fingers and I just roll over for him. He pulls my trousers and underwear down and I shiver in the cool morning air.

I hear the click of a cap and then his finger, slippery with lube, slides into me. He brought lube with him?

"You planned this."

"Oh yes. I thought it was time I thanked you properly for the blowjob in my office."

I gasp as he pushes into me. I cling to the tree with one hand and stroke myself with the other as he begins to thrust. I can see people below us, stalking each other, shooting each other, doing little victory dances. I suddenly realise I'm still wearing the stupid goggles but my hands are busy, so they'll have to stay on. Well, the instructor did tell us to keep them on at all times. A stick snaps somewhere to the left and I whimper, the threat of discovery spurring me to new heights. My reaction does not go unnoticed.

"Do you like this? Knowing that, at any minute, someone could walk by, see you getting fucked...."

I tilt my head back and moan.

Dom licks my neck.

"Filthy. Little. Slut."

He punctuates each word with a hard thrust and the last one finishes me off. I bite my own tongue as I come but I feel no pain. I hold the tree, barely feeling Dom's last thrust as he falls over the edge. He pants into my ear, then kisses it.

"See? I told you it would be fun."