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Proposal (2/?)
Mar. 12th, 2014 07:41 pmTitle: Proposal (2/?)
Author: hannah_chapter
Pairing: wobell, belldom
Rating: PG/PG-13 (for now, later chapters will vary)
Summary: Chris and Matt are a married couple with money troubles. Dom is a billionaire with a unique solution.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse or any films Demi Moore may or may not have starred in and none of this is real.
Feedback: Talk dirty to me.
Notes: This was inspired by a 1990s film. Which one should soon become obvious.
Chris and Matt sit in stunned silence. Their host smiles and taps his fingers on his desk.
"I'm sorry," Chris finally manages, "I don't think I understood what you just said, Mr. Howard."
"It's really quite simple, Chris. You're in trouble, I can get you out. I'll pay off your creditors and I'll give you five million dollars. But everything has a price, and Matt is mine. One night with him is all I want."
Matt sits ramrod straight, looks the handsome young billionaire in the eye.
"Do you think I'm a prostitute, Mr. Howard?" he asks.
"You can call me Dominic."
"Thank you, but I think I prefer Mr. Howard."
"As you wish. And no, I don't think you're a prostitute. I think you're a very attractive man and I'd very much like it if we could spend a night together."
"You ... are ... unbelievable," Chris grinds out, "do you really think you can get anything you want just because you're rich?"
Howard blinks in surprise.
"Well ... yes. That's how the world works."
Chris tries to say something else, but Howard shuts him down.
"No. Spare me your tirades, I don't want or need to hear them. I made you an offer. Take it or leave it."
He takes a key card out of his pocket, slides it across the desk.
"Here. I've had your things moved to one of our executive suites and your bill's been taken care of, a gesture of good faith on my part. Think about my offer. "When you've made up your mind - "
A business card is offered to Chris.
" - give me a call."
Chris takes the card. Howard ushers them out of the office and then they're in the elevator, heads spinning with new experience.
****************
Their suite is exquisite, but they don't even notice. The argument started the second the lights came on.
"No."
"Chris, we - "
"No. There's nothing to discuss. You're not doing it and that's that."
Matt feels the first stirrings of real anger.
"So that's the way it's going to be? You make the decisions and I'm supposed to just go along with whatever you pick?"
"I never said - "
"Because that's not a marriage, Chris, that's a dictatorship."
"Who said anything about - "
"Why should you make all the decisions? Or any of them after what you just did."
"I don't want to make all the decisions. But this, this thing, shouldn't even be an issue. Why are we even fighting about it?"
"Why are you so eager to brush this aside?"
"Why aren't you? Do you really want to do this? Sleep with another man in the middle of our honeymoon?"
"You know I don't. But we need help, Chris, and he can help us."
"If you become his ..." Chris presses his lips together.
"If I become his whore. That's what you were going to say, wasn't it?"
"I didn't mean it."
"Okay, so you didn't mean it. But what else can we do, Chris?"
"I'll think of something."
"Right," Matt tries to keep the bitter hopelessness out of his voice, can't quite do it. They sit on the bed, side by side, not speaking. Matt puts his head on his husband's shoulder.
"It's just one thing. One night," Matt says, "and then we'll be free."
"It could destroy our marriage."
"Only if we let it."
"You really think we could put all this behind us?"
"Yes, Chris, I do."
Chris rubs a hand over his face.
"Alright. But don't call him now. Call him tomorrow and tell him what you want to do, I leave it in your hands."
They go to bed, make slow, careful love and lose themselves in sleep. When Chris opens his eyes again the sun has risen and Matt is sitting on the edge of the bed. He turns to face his husband, early morning sun reflected in his eyes.
"I'll do it," he says.
Author: hannah_chapter
Pairing: wobell, belldom
Rating: PG/PG-13 (for now, later chapters will vary)
Summary: Chris and Matt are a married couple with money troubles. Dom is a billionaire with a unique solution.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse or any films Demi Moore may or may not have starred in and none of this is real.
Feedback: Talk dirty to me.
Notes: This was inspired by a 1990s film. Which one should soon become obvious.
Chris and Matt sit in stunned silence. Their host smiles and taps his fingers on his desk.
"I'm sorry," Chris finally manages, "I don't think I understood what you just said, Mr. Howard."
"It's really quite simple, Chris. You're in trouble, I can get you out. I'll pay off your creditors and I'll give you five million dollars. But everything has a price, and Matt is mine. One night with him is all I want."
Matt sits ramrod straight, looks the handsome young billionaire in the eye.
"Do you think I'm a prostitute, Mr. Howard?" he asks.
"You can call me Dominic."
"Thank you, but I think I prefer Mr. Howard."
"As you wish. And no, I don't think you're a prostitute. I think you're a very attractive man and I'd very much like it if we could spend a night together."
"You ... are ... unbelievable," Chris grinds out, "do you really think you can get anything you want just because you're rich?"
Howard blinks in surprise.
"Well ... yes. That's how the world works."
Chris tries to say something else, but Howard shuts him down.
"No. Spare me your tirades, I don't want or need to hear them. I made you an offer. Take it or leave it."
He takes a key card out of his pocket, slides it across the desk.
"Here. I've had your things moved to one of our executive suites and your bill's been taken care of, a gesture of good faith on my part. Think about my offer. "When you've made up your mind - "
A business card is offered to Chris.
" - give me a call."
Chris takes the card. Howard ushers them out of the office and then they're in the elevator, heads spinning with new experience.
****************
Their suite is exquisite, but they don't even notice. The argument started the second the lights came on.
"No."
"Chris, we - "
"No. There's nothing to discuss. You're not doing it and that's that."
Matt feels the first stirrings of real anger.
"So that's the way it's going to be? You make the decisions and I'm supposed to just go along with whatever you pick?"
"I never said - "
"Because that's not a marriage, Chris, that's a dictatorship."
"Who said anything about - "
"Why should you make all the decisions? Or any of them after what you just did."
"I don't want to make all the decisions. But this, this thing, shouldn't even be an issue. Why are we even fighting about it?"
"Why are you so eager to brush this aside?"
"Why aren't you? Do you really want to do this? Sleep with another man in the middle of our honeymoon?"
"You know I don't. But we need help, Chris, and he can help us."
"If you become his ..." Chris presses his lips together.
"If I become his whore. That's what you were going to say, wasn't it?"
"I didn't mean it."
"Okay, so you didn't mean it. But what else can we do, Chris?"
"I'll think of something."
"Right," Matt tries to keep the bitter hopelessness out of his voice, can't quite do it. They sit on the bed, side by side, not speaking. Matt puts his head on his husband's shoulder.
"It's just one thing. One night," Matt says, "and then we'll be free."
"It could destroy our marriage."
"Only if we let it."
"You really think we could put all this behind us?"
"Yes, Chris, I do."
Chris rubs a hand over his face.
"Alright. But don't call him now. Call him tomorrow and tell him what you want to do, I leave it in your hands."
They go to bed, make slow, careful love and lose themselves in sleep. When Chris opens his eyes again the sun has risen and Matt is sitting on the edge of the bed. He turns to face his husband, early morning sun reflected in his eyes.
"I'll do it," he says.
