Summary:

Watching Eurovision...

Notes:

Match: Dominic Howard.
Prompt: Eurovision
Setting: WOTP Era
Pairing: BellDom
Fluff and smut

Sex in the pool

"Stacie and Elle are shopping together, you and I, alone in my house, on a spring afternoon," comments Dominic, as he leads Matthew towards the living room.

"Do you know what that means?" he adds, looking at him with some expectations.

-Sex in the pool. Sex in the pool! -Matt gets excited at the thought, but he doesn't understand why Dom makes him sit down on the sofa, taking the remote control.

-Huh? Do you have a new pool that appears in the middle of the living room with a button?- he wonders, even more excited, but loses all enthusiasm seeing that Dom is just turning on the TV.

"The final of the Eurovision, in Italy it's evening!" Dominic exclaims.

Now he's the excited one.

Matt looks at the first two performances sitting still,, at the third he is at Dom's side, at the fourth his hand is on the drummer's thigh who is still completely absorbed in watching.

"Look, now it's up to the United Kingdom!" Dom cheers seized by a sudden patriotism, despite the fact that they have now been living in America for a few years.
"Apart from the fact that he sings... he looks a bit like you," Matt comments, pulling him closer.
"You're always so nice!" snorts Dominic, but his mood changes when Matt nibbles his earlobe.
"Grow your hair long like this... and you should go back to wearing onesies..." Matthew demands, sticking his tongue in his ear.

"Aww.. Matteh..." Dom triggers, turning abruptly to kiss him and lay him down on the sofa, but just when he undoes the last button of his beloved's shirt, who is releasing him from the belt, his eyes fall back to the screen.

"Behave, Matt, now it's up to Norway, trust me, you'll like them!" he moves away from him, sitting down again.

- I couldn't care less!- Matthew gets exasperated, but he has to change his mind when he sees their performance.

"See how cool it is to wear masks?"
"I knew you would say that." chuckles Dom.
"But ours are much cooler!"
"I knew you would say that too..."
"Then I'll stop talking and move on to the facts. Look, the one who is performing now is boring as hell!" Matt decides for both, towering over his partner and getting rid of his shirt.

He tortures one of his nipples with his teeth and tongue, twisting the other between thumb and forefinger, with Dom showing clear signs of appreciation.
Even his pants are about to disappear except that the owner has to disagree.

"Uh there's Italy, you gotta see them too, Matt!" he wriggles to free himself from the annoyed frontman.

"Ok, I don't understand a word, but those two love each other!" proclaims Matt, looking at the two artists. "We should do it too, Dommeh,"
"What, a duet?"
"Shit no, over my dead body!" Matthew grimaces. "I mean...see how they tug each other? We need more physical contact between us, on stage."
"Like when you used to groping my ass?" remember Dom mischievously.
"I do that better away from the spotlight, like so many other things I would like to do to you now, if we would stop watching the bloody TV!" he growls eagerly.

Dom turns it off instantly.

"Sex in the pool?" He proposes to Matthew, tempting
"How well you know me, love!"

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THE END

Notes:

I can't recall the exact order of the Eurovision performances that night, lol and I was too laz to rewatch it ahah

If you check the Italy performance you'l also think those two love each other, LOL

of course, I don't know if Dom actually has a pool in his house, LOL, but it was fun

Hope you're enjoying these little things, let me know anyway ;)

Maybe I'll update a third one later today... so far I have five fics ready... but if you want give me new prompts, they could increase ;)