Slaves of Yearning

Slaves of Yearning

Who are you thinking of right now? Matthew, is it Kate Hudson? Why? Because what I think of is you. I can't seem to get you out of my head. . .
Everybody looks for love, right? Isn't that the reason people go out and do odd things like clubbing? Maybe it's my age that is leaving some bitterness to me, but I've always seemed to be like this. Since the time we became good friends I could feel myself getting a tad upset when your beautiful, electric, dark blue eyes wandered off to find a female. Why not make things easier with a simple solution?
Leave Hudson before she leaves you. Last time you went too fast in a relationship and history is repeating itself. Just stop, because I'll never hurt you. I've wanted you for so long. . .But did you ever know? And if you did, why didn't you come to me? We could be happy together, you and I. I really think we would be. The fans seem to think we would be.

Dom, the way you look at me. . .I feel as if I see a yearning there, but what if I'm wrong? If I was, then what would happen? Could we still be friends? Or would everything be blown apart, even going to such levels that would break the band? There are too many questions, too many "What ifs?" to dare talk that step.
But. . .
Why not?
There is a lot to risk, but so what? Maybe it's the booze talking, but I need you right now. Like I needed you after Gaia left.
Why won't my body let me near you? Why. . .why. . .
I think it's time.



It was Dominic Howard's birthday, the seventh of December. All the celebrating was done and now he sat in his living room with a splitting headache. Most likely from all the booze that he had drunk. And the loud music, that couldn't have helped. Snuggling against the couch's arm chair with a blanket wrapped around him tightly, his mind began to wander. First about little things, like if he needed to get Hendrix more food. Then more complex things came to mind, like death. It wasn't really the dying part that got him, but the fact that he hadn't accomplished much in life. Sure he was in a band and had probably millions of fans, but so what? Look what Chris had done with his life. Married with so many kids. He was a great dad at that.
"Maybe. . .maybe I should doing something before everything slips away. . ." Dominic whispered to himself. Before his brain could talk him out of it, he grabbed his cellphone and texted his best friend, Matthew Bellamy.
Being in his room just down the hall a little, Matt came rather quickly. Dom was a tad surprised that he came at all. "Where are the Zetas?" Matthew asked through his thin yet sensual lips.
"I'll show you, just come here." Dom sat up, ignoring the pain in his head momentarily. He had planned something like this for years, and now it was finally going to happen.
As long as all went well that is.
Matthew came over to the couch and sat across from his friend. He had, in a sense, figured Dom had lied about the Zetas. He could just feel it, you know? Though he still had come, not entirely sure why. He had been asleep, the phone barely waking him. "You okay Dom?"
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." Dom leaned forward, his hands planted firmly on Matthew's crossed-legged thighs. Matt blushed slightly, possibly out of embarrassment from being touched like so or from like the sensation. Dom didn't know, nor did he care. "D-Dom, I really don't think-"
"Shhh. . ." Dom leaned in even closer, his lips just barely touching his friend's. He silenced quickly and Dom could feel his thighs tightening.
"D-" he tried to start once again, but Dominic silenced him easily with a simple connection of their lips. IT felt natural, right. Dom's hand came up to Matt's face and cupped it gently, bringing Matt closer and deeper into the kiss. Matthew's legs came up and around Dom's waist, deepening the kiss even more.
Matthew's hands groped for the hem of Dom's shirt. When he found he, he lifted it off, breaking the kiss momentarily. But that was fine, because people need to breathe. "You're mine now," Dominic whispered hoarsely. Matthew just smirked (a smirk that easily drove Dominic up a wall) and took off his own shirt. Dom couldn't resist kissing Matt's abs tenderly, working his way up to the crook of his neck and then stopping. "You sure you want to do this? What about Kate?"
"I'm sure she'll be fine." An awkward laugh escaped from the two. Both has always thought about this moment, but now it was reality.
Dom didn't want to do it out here on the couch. Not if Chris was going to walk in. That would ruin everything, and then nothing would be normal. Why, Chris' small disturbance could make these two never fulfill what they really wanted out of each other. Dom took Matthew's hand and took him into his own bedroom where they would have the utmost privacy.

From the shadows Chris saw everything. He had come out of his room to grab a water bottle from the fridge. Though something told him to wait while Dom was texting. Then Matt came out, and he sure as hell wasn't going to move. Something was going to happen. He wasn't entirely sure though. That's probably another reason why he didn't just go back to his room.
He watched Dom and Matt making-out. How could have not? It was so. . .so. . .how to put it to words? How can such a marvelous thing be explained? Was it even humanly possible?
It was extraterrestrial, that's what it was.