Roll The Dice

Title: Roll The Dice
Author: hannah_chapter
Summary: AU. Office series. Two office workers play a game.
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: 18/NC-17
Feedback: When you hit me, hit me hard.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, this is fiction.

This one is a little birthday gift for starlight_myth.


There is nothing quite like having a quiet night in with your boyfriend. Don't get me wrong, a night out with friends - a few drinks and some good company - is great, it really is. As a matter of fact, we went out with Tom last Friday night, to a party at a big country house. Dom and I did the Time Warp and Tom wandered outside and into a shed where the owners keep rabbits. When we finally found him he was sitting on the floor with three bunnies on his lap, singing "Bright Eyes" while they used him as a toilet.

Tonight, though, is just for me and Dom. A night of simple pleasures: a meal, some wine, a DVD ... and some filthy, filthy sex. Well, come on - quiet doesn't have to mean boring. We're in my bedroom, both as naked as the day we were born. Dom's blindfolded and handcuffed to my bed. I lean over him and run a fur-covered mitt over his ribs. He squirms and I do it again. He moans.

"What - what is that?"

"Guess."

I run the mitt over his stomach. He's panting now.

"Is it, umm, one of those cleaning gloves you get in the supermarket?"

"It might be."

He pouts.

"I'm not a piece of furniture!"

"No," I run the mitt over him again, "but you are dirty. So very, very dirty. Aren't you?"

He says nothing so I take the mitt away, ignoring his protests.

"Aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm dirty."

"You certainly are. You need a good clean."

I play with him for awhile, running the mitt over his most sensitive areas and driving him wild. Then I throw the mitt to the side, settle myself between Dom's legs and blow on his cock, watching it twitch. He whimpers as I lick him.. But then everything goes to shit. The buzzer in my living room goes off: someone is outside the main door, ringing my bell. And there's only one person it could be at this time of night. I sit up, get the handcuff keys and set Dom free. He pulls his blindfold off and blinks at me.

"What's going on?"

"I think Tom is outside."

"Oh."

I put my robe on and go to answer the buzzer, bidding a fond farewell to my erection as I do so. I push the button.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Bellamy?"

"Yes."

"I'm Officer Morgan. Do you know a Thomas Kirk?"

I close my eyes. I can actually hear Tom in the background, singing "The Lion Sleeps Tonight."

"Yes officer, I know him."

"Could you come down here, sir?"

"Just give me a minute to get dressed."

I go back in to Dom. I pick up his trousers and hand them to him.

"Here, you'd better get dressed and come downstairs with me. I might need your help."

We dress and I make sure I have my keys before we go outside. In the lift Dom wraps his arms around me from behind and squeezes me gently. Pushing open the main door, I stop dead and can actually feel my jaw dropping. Oh. My. God. Tom is wearing high heels, a leather skirt, a tight, sparkly top and a bright red wig. He picked up a pair of fake tits somewhere - or maybe he managed to grow a pair since the last time I saw him. Either way, he's sporting a set of boobs that would make Dolly Parton jealous. Even a homo like me could get horny looking at that. He's wearing makeup as well and he obviously knows nothing about such things. He looks like the bastard lovechild of the Joker and Pennywise. Tom sees us and points a finger.

"Ossifer, arrest that man."

"What man would that be, Mr. Kirk?"

Tom suddenly realises he's pointing at a bin so he swings around and points at Dom.

"That man. Arrest him!"

"Why would I want to do that?"

"Poss ... possess ... he has a deadly weapon!"

"Does he, now?"

"Yes he does. Get him to pull his trousers down, go on!"

The officer ignores him and beckons me over.

"I caught him trying to put a shopping trolley on top of a bus shelter. I should arrest him but, to be honest, I just can't face the paperwork this would generate. I'll make a deal with you: take him off my hands and keep him off the streets and I'll forget the whole thing."

I sigh. One thing I can never understand is how Tom can lose his wallet, his keys and any common sense he ever had, but he never forgets my address. The lunatic in question shimmies over and tries to pole dance, using the officer as a pole. Dom and I peel him off.

"We'll take care of him, officer, thank you."

He leaves and we drag Tom inside, trying to stop him from singing and waking my neighbours. When we get him up to my flat he falls backwards onto my couch. His legs fall open and we get a good look at the pink thong under the skirt. I try to help him and he scrambles to his feet.

"Hands off the goods. I know your game. You're just dying to get your hands on a fine piece of arse like me, aren't you?"

"You wish. Why would I be interested? You're dressed as a woman, and a fucking ugly one at that."

"Don't you start with me. Think you're better than me just because your cock's bigger than mine. And you," he rounds on Dom, "just because you've got a, a," he flaps his hands "elephant trunk swinging between your legs you think you're special."

I shake my head.

"I can't talk to you when you're off your head." I wave a hand at the couch. "Sleep it off and I'll talk to you in the morning."

"Fine, I will!", he flops onto the couch, "you can go now. Little gay boys can go have little gay sex and I'll sleep out here."

We leave him to it. In my bedroom we undress and get into bed. Dom is the first to break the silence.

"Elephant trunk?"

"Right, I suppose I should explain that."

I tell Dom about the birthday thing. I would have kept it to myself but Tom forced my hand. Well, he's only got himself to blame. Dom bites his lip thoughtfully.

"That explains a few things. If I'd known I was on display I would have put on more of a performance."

"Trust me, you did fine. Better than fine."

We laugh together.

"Is Tom okay out there?"

"He's fine. I just hope I don't get evicted over this," I shrug, "ah, who cares, my lease runs out just after Christmas."

"What will you do then?"

"I'll have to think about it and talk to my landlord."

"You could always move in with me."

I sit up. "Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure. I mean, this, what we have, it's long term, I think so, anyway. Don't you?"

"I do. It has to be, I think you've ruined me for any other man."

He pulls me down to him and kisses me deeply.

"So Matt, would you like to have some little gay sex?"

"Nothing little about it." He giggles. "I'm not really in the mood anymore, to be honest."

"How about a little gay cuddle, then?"

"Okay."

I cuddle into Dom's chest and he kisses the top of my head. Who ever would have thought, back when Dom was blowing me in lifts and tying me up and fucking the shit out of me that, as a boyfriend, he would be so, well, fluffy. The spell is soon broken. We hear Tom stumbling into the bathroom and the sound of vomiting.

"I'd better make sure he's alright."

"Do you need some help?"

"No, it's okay," I get out of bed, "you do know that if I move in with you this kind of thing will happen on a semi-regular basis, don't you?"

"I know," he grins, "but you're worth it."

In the bathroom, Tom's upchucked all over himself. I strip off his girly get-up and force him into the shower. When he's clean I find him an old pair of pyjamas and dump his dirty stuff in a black plastic bag. By the time I get back to bed Dom's asleep. So much for a quiet night in.

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'Tis the season for Christmas parties and tonight we're at the company one. I'm sitting at a table and listening to Dawn, who rivals Tom for nonsensical speeches when she's had a few:

"Because I'm tomorrow's woman in today's world and I want it yesterday. My boots are made for walking and I'm in the driver's seat. I work hard, I play hard and I get hard. I'm a man's woman - and no man can tame me."

She turns to me. "Know what I mean, Matty?"

"Sure, why not."

Dom comes back from the bar. He looks at the couples on the dancefloor and holds out a hand.

"May I have this dance?"

"People will see us."

"So what? They already know we're a couple."

"Go on, Matt," Dawn decides to chime in, "get out there and dance like the funky bitch you know you can be."

I take Dom's hand and  we take to the floor just as a slow number starts. Dom wraps his arms around me and holds me close.

"Everyone's looking at us."

"Well, we are very attractive."

I give up and decide to just go with the flow. I bury my face in his neck and he strokes my hair.

"Let them stare. I love you Matthew Bellamy, and I don't care who knows it."

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Dom straightens up.

"Is that all of it."

"Pretty much."

"You don't have much stuff."

"I have enough," I hold up a big basket. "Look what Tom gave me, a moving in present."

"Is that the famous basket? The one that was supposed to be a birthday gift?"

"The very same. I never thought to ask him about it."

I see mischief in Dom's eyes.

"Let's bring it into the bedroom. Into our bedroom."

I shiver when he says that. It's our bedroom. I'm actually doing this. I'm moving in with someone. I follow him, dump the basket on the bed and we start going through it. Tom's ... thorough, I'll give him that. Look at all this stuff. A ball-gag, fur-lined cuffs, a vibrator, scented lube, oh yes, we'll have lots of fun with all this. Dom delves into the basket and pulls out a pair of dice.

"Look what I found! Foreplay dice!"

"What the fuck are foreplay dice?"

"You've never heard of them?"

I shake my head.

"Oh Matt, you don't know what you're missing. Here, take a look."

He passes them to me. They're funny looking dice, with words where dots should be. One die has the words LICK, MASSAGE, TOUCH, STROKE, SUCK, KISS on it. The other one refers to parts of the body: LIPS, NIPPLES, FACE, FEET, BELLY and ROLLER'S CHOICE. Okay, I get it now. Dom waggles his eyebrows suggestively.

"Want to play a game?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"Take your clothes off."

"You're not the boss of me." Even as I say the words I'm setting the basket on the floor and stripping. Dom follows suit and we kneel on the bed, facing each other. He picks up the dice, shakes them and rolls them. KISS LIPS is the first result. He leans forward and brushes our lips together. When I try to deepen the kiss he pulls away.

"No, no tongues. Come on, it's your turn."

I roll the dice. LICK NIPPLES. Gladly. I push Dom into his back and flick my tongue over his nipples before sitting up again and giving him the dice.

"Go again."

He does. TOUCH FACE. His fingertips trace the outline of my face and dance over my cheekbones. we lose ourselves in the game, touching, kissing and massaging each other according to the whims of the dice, our arousal growing with every roll. Then Dom gets SUCK and ROLLER'S CHOICE. Before I know what's happening I'm on my back with his mouth on my cock. He doesn't waste any time, just wraps his lips around me and begins to suck. I'm so keyed up now and I know I won't last long. I feel something hot and heavy prodding my leg and I look down. Dom is grinding himself against me even as he sucks the life out of me. He brings his hand up to massage my balls, which is probably considered cheating. But, as I lose control and come in his mouth, I don't think I care. I lie, limp in the post-osgasm haze as Dom brings himself off on my leg. He collapes onto me, panting.

I think it's safe to say I like foreplay dice.