summary: One out of ten drabbles I will be posting daily till Christmas day.
feedback: I wants it, my precious.
disclaimer: I think if I owned Muse, you would know about it. They're a bit famous so I doubt it'd be something easily hidden.
warning : Language.
“Y’know, this is bullshit. Why the fuck is there a fucking snowstorm on tonight of all nights?” The blonde, Dominic, huffed, his lean body falling into the cushion of a small couch.
His flatmate, Matthew, laughed at him, his even leaner frame hopping up on the arm of the same couch, his legs crossing as he perched and faced his friend. “I dunno, Dom. Maybe fate was on my side and thought it’d be a good idea to keep you in tonight with me instead of being hit on by that ugly thing you found on the internet.”
Dominic threw him a glare, his look petulant. “Fuck you, I did not find him on the internet. I met him at an internet café. He was really nice! And he was not ugly. He just had strong features.” He went to unbutton his shirt, the white wife beater beneath a stark contrast to his tanned skin.
“Strong features my arse; I bet you I could hang-glide with his ears and parachute with that nose. I swear, man, it’s bigger than yours.” Matthew let out a raucous laugh, dodging the shirt that Dominic rolled into a ball and tossed at him.
“Leave my taste in men alone.” Dominic continued to glare, Matthew’s high-pitched giggle intensifying.
“You mean lack of taste, right?”
Dominic huffed, rolling his eyes as he turned off the TV, throwing the remote into a chair a few feet away. He turned and scooted into the corner of the couch opposite Matthew, his legs stretched out. “It’s not like your taste is any better. You like women, for fuck’s sake.”
“Oi, listen dipshit, just cos I like women doesn’t mean I don’t like men, too. I swing both ways, if you can remember.” Matthew flipped him off, his middle finger long and straight.
“Please, you don’t even oscillate; you swing in a goddamn full circle.” Dominic lifted a leg and pointed his foot, extending and attempting to push at Matthew’s knee with his big toe. The brunette wobbled backwards slightly and in his effort to not fall off the couch, he leaned forward and toppled onto Dominic.
Dominic let out a surprised yelp, not expecting to become suddenly covered in Matthew. He had landed with his face planted in Dominic’s chest, his left hand pushing into the back of the couch as he tried to hurriedly push himself up and his right hand trying to do the same on the opposite side. In his rush, he didn’t get a proper hold on that side of the couch and his hand slipped, finding himself once again chest-to-face with Dominic.
Matthew gave up his struggle to get off of Dominic after a moment and settled, his cheek lying against the blonde’s ribcage, and sighed, his right arm dangling off the couch, his feet in the crack between the cushions and the arm and his bum slightly in the air. “You’re a fucking twat, you know.”
Dominic snorted, which turned into a giggle, which turned into a full-blown laugh as he laid his arm across Matthew’s neck in an odd sort of embrace, Matthew’s head bouncing along as Dominic laughed. After a moment, the brunette couldn’t help but join. “I dunno how you put up with me.”
“Neither do I. It’s a damn good thing I actually like you, otherwise you would’ve had a new flatmate like that.” He lazily raised his arm and snapped his fingers, the action making Dominic smile.
He raked his fingers through the dark brown hair on top of him, the locks soft. Matthew sighed again before moving his head to rest his chin on Dominic, looking up to meet the amused gray eyes watching him, Dominic’s hand slipping to fall back onto his neck. “Bet you didn’t imagine this happening.”
“Not at all. I expected you to fall backwards and then I would laugh till I cried.”
“Such…a twat…” Dominic stuck his tongue out at him, earning him a giggle.
“You wouldn’t have me any other way, though.” Matthew pushed his feet against the arm as Dominic spoke, his body slowly but surely scooting upwards, his motion causing Dominic’s shirt to drag up with the weight of his body until Matthew was hovering above the blonde, his upper body propped up on his elbow in the crook of the couch. Matthew’s head hung, his nose brushing lightly against Dominic’s as he stared up at him, a hint of doubt lurking in his eyes.
“No, I s’pose I wouldn’t.” Matthew whispered, flickering his gaze down to linger on Dominic’s lips before grinning at him.