thekeyholder91 | But Where's Your Heart? Part 3

Title: But where's your heart? Part 3. (mini-series)
Author: thekeyholder (Brigi)
Pairing: Belldom
Summary: Based on the following prompt on mkmeme : "teen!Matt meets teen!Dom at a *insert emo band here* show. They are both wearing girl jeans and eyeliner." Our boys meet at a My Chemical Romance gig. :D:D
Feedback: is very appreciated!!!
Rating: PG
Beta: the wonderful miss_ariake ! Thank you, dear!
Disclaimers: As you probably know, I don’t own Muse or My Chemical Romance, but original aspects belong to me. So don't steal, please!

Author's note: First of all, I'M SO SORRY for the late update! *blushes* Other writing projects and life prevented me from continuing it. This penultimate part is dedicated to my beautiful wifey,

ashamedbliss ! Our six month anniversary is tomorrow, on the 25th! I hope you like it! <333 May all of you enjoy it. :)

Part one // Part two

As the band started playing harder riffs, the crowd became more and more lively and excited, pushing aggressively against the front rows. Dom was used to the hard blows therefore he tried to protect his new friend, who admitted that this was his first concert. The blonde decided that he would do everything to make it a very pleasurable experience for Matthew. He guided the thin body in front of him to move together with the rhythm of the people jumping around them; Dom was happy to see the brunet eventually abandoning himself to the powerful music.

Luckily, after the first three songs, things started to calm down a bit and Dominic decided it was time to try and take a few shots of the band. However, he always had tough luck because right before taking the photo, someone would push him and the result was a blurry mess. He cursed under his breath which didn’t escape Matt’s notice, as he turned his head around and yelled:

“Prop your forearms against my shoulders! Your hands won’t shake then!”

Dominic was surprised at first by the unusual advice, but soon he found out that it was a wise suggestion: not only did he take some incredible photos, but he could also touch Matthew which made him tingle all over. He didn’t know, but Matthew felt the same shiver running down his spine. They both smiled broadly when Dominic managed to capture Gerard Way as he jumped, on the picture appearing as if he was levitating on the stage.

However, the camera was soon forgotten when the next song, Teenagers, started which seemed to be everybody’s favourite. Both boys were singing the well-known lyrics at the top of their voice:

“They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me.”

This song meant so much for every young soul gathered in the Pavilion; some (like Dom) were thinking about being free, about having the courage to be different. Some saw the tyranny of parents in the lyrics and others, like Matthew, remembered the bullying and ridiculing they’d been exposed to in school. No wonder thousands of mouths sang wholeheartedly the meaningful words and pumped their fists in the air; the incendiary atmosphere was stimulating.

To calm down the noisy youngsters, the band’s next song was a slow one called Cancer. Dominic drew in a sharp breath, willing himself not to let his emotions gush forth, but Gerard sang it so emotionally that he soon started crying. Matthew heard it and felt his concert-friend’s chest heaving, so he looked at him and was surprised to find Dom in tears, his eyeliner smudged by the salty drops.

“It’s all right, Dom, it’s all right,” Matt whispered as he put his hand on Dom’s shoulder and rubbed his arm.

“My-my uncle died of cancer t-two months ago,” Dominic stuttered between his heartbreaking sobs, “I miss him so much!”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Matt said sympathetically, his fingers gently lacing together with Dom’s.

The taller boy looked at him gratefully; his eyes widening at the beauty of the scene around him: Matthew with his ocean blue eyes in the centre, surrounded by the delicate glow of the lighters or phones which were swayed slowly around them. Instinctively, he leaned in and hid his face in the crook of the brunette’s neck. His eyelashes fluttered against Matt’s warm skin, with what he breathed in of the boy’s pleasant smell also comforting him and easing his sobbing.

After a couple of minutes, he felt a bit awkward and broke the contact, thinking that he had annoyed Matthew who surely couldn’t wait to get rid of him. Hence his surprise when Matthew’s hand didn’t stop touching him; moreover his long, elegant fingers were rubbing soothing circles on Dom’s back while he mouthed Disenchanted. Well, Dom was definitely not disenchanted in his special companion; he felt more and more attracted to the delicate boy. The first accords of Famous Last Words indicated the last song of the first set and the boys danced despite the sad thought that they were already over half-way through the concert. Towards the end of the song, Dom placed his chin on Matt’s right shoulder and extended the arm in which he was holding the camera.

“Smile!” he instructed the brunet before the camera flashed.

The result was a proof of how much fun they had together: their content, slightly mischievous smiles and shining eyes stood out in the sea of people. In the pause, while they were waiting for the band’s encore, they drank water and agreed that it was a great show so far. The chit-chat faded as amazing pyrotechnics announced the second set of the My Chemical Romance gig.

This second setlist comprised only songs from the old albums, especially the big hits like Helena and I’m Not Okay. Though Dominic enjoyed the show immensely, his stomach clenched in anticipation. He was curious and nervous if the band would play his favourite old song. Dominic glanced at his watch; it was half past nine already, so the concert would finish soon. At the end of the song the band was performing, Gerard Way stepped to the microphone and thanked the cheerful crowd for their presence. Dominic bowed his head in disappointment; however, the platinum-headed singer still had something to announce:

“You’re all beautiful, thanks so much! The last song, Demolition Lovers, is dedicated to everybody who’s in love!”

Hearing the singer’s words and the first accords, Dom thought that he was hallucinating; he muttered “no way” and stood dumbfounded. But he soon recovered his composure and drew closer to Matthew, just in time to whisper that this was the song he was waiting for and he begun to seductively sing the lyrics:

“Eyes in mine, into your icy blues
And then I'd say to you we could take to the highway.”

Matthew could not believe the sweet words that caressed his ears. He turned slowly to face the blonde and almost swooned at the sight of those plump lips uttering the lyrics for him. In that moment, he really wouldn’t have been able to stop holding Dominic’s hand or touching him in any way; he was unable to look away from the person with whom he felt secure with from the first minute they met. However, the gentle lyrics became even more touching:

“I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know just how much you mean to me
And after all the things we put each other through and
I would drive on to the end with you.”

The tiny hand with the long fingers tightened its hold and blue eyes smiled affectionately at grey ones, confirming that their owner felt the same way. The boys didn’t even notice the end of the concert until people started pushing them; they were so absorbed in staring at each other. Their hands were still linked, but they would explain it by not wanting to lose each other among the high-spirited teenagers.

Before heading home, they stopped off at a gas station to refresh themselves. Matt was washing his hands when Dom joined him at the sink and started rubbing gently the sensitive skin under his eyes.

“You know, I have to make it disappear. My father doesn’t really like me wearing make-up,” Dom explained, blushing, but to his biggest surprise Matt followed his example.

“Same with my Dad,” Matt whispered sympathetically and they smiled resignedly at their reflection in the mirror.

Luckily, Dom didn’t live far from the Pavilion, so they got home before ten o’clock. Sandy, like a nosy old lady, spied them from the window and announced her parents of the boys’ arrival.

Mrs. Howard hurried in the hallway to welcome their little guest. Her warm tone set Matthew’s nerves at peace; he was quite nervous about meeting Dom’s parents, but Mrs. Howard was extremely kind:

“Hello, boys! How was the concert? Did you have fun?”

She kissed the cheeks of both boys which really astonished Matthew since he hadn’t previously experienced much maternal love. At first, the lump in his throat prevented him from speaking, so he initially appeared to be shy, but he soon felt confident enough to talk freely. He smiled and acted very politely, therefore even the more severe Mr. Howard took an immediate liking into him.

Mrs. Howard invited the boys in the kitchen to have a light supper before going to bed. Now it was Sandy’s time to interrogate the boys; she wanted to know every detail of the gig and snatched Tom’s camera to look at the photos her brother had taken. Matthew excused himself to the bathroom and Dominic looked suspiciously at Sandy:

“What? Why are you grinning like that?”

Sandy’s sly smile didn’t fade and she could finally ask her pressing question: “You like him, don’t you?”

Dominic blushed instantly before mumbling something incoherently and looked everywhere but in his sister’s knowing eyes.

Sandy reassured him kindly: “Don’t worry, I’ll keep my mouth shut! Oh and if you want, I’ll be listening to Metallica to cover the noises.”

Dominic sprayed everywhere the water he was drinking and yelled “SANDY!” while blushing even more, but the girl continued laughing heartily. Matthew joined them at the stairs and looked baffled when Sandy wished them to have fun and ran away, not before winking mischievously. He looked inquisitively at Dom who could barely mumble a “She’s crazy” explanation.

“So, this is my room,” the blonde announced as he opened the door and let Matthew enter.

His mother had already prepared an extra pillow and cover for Matt, therefore Dominic only gave the brunet pyjamas. As Matt washed before turning in for the night, Dom himself used his parents’ bathroom and felt much better after a warm shower. However, he was worried that Matthew might not like sleeping in the same bed with him; it was true that it was a double bed and they had a lot of space, but who knows, he might be averse to the idea.

To his relief, Matthew was already in the bed, smiling sleepily as he entered.

“What a night…lucky that we have time to sleep,” Dominic stated as he placed his phone on the nightstand and turned off the lights.

“Right. Thanks so much for everything,” Matthew said softly as not to break the velvet darkness of the night.

Dominic shifted uneasily. He had a perfect day, but somehow, something was missing. A few moments later he heard the brunet singing softly the following lyrics from Famous Last Words:

“'Cause I see you lying next to me
With words I thought I'd never speak
Awake and unafraid
Asleep or dead.”

Unconsciously, he crept closer to Matt’s warm body and placed an innocent kiss on the smaller boy’s left cheek. He felt the thin boy blushing and shivering, but those long fingers he fantasized about travelled to his hair and stroked it gently. Their lips soon united in the darkness, silent moans escaping their mouths and dancing in the moonlight. The light pecks expressed more than hundreds of words ever could and the boys fell asleep hand in hand. They had never had such sweet dreams.

Current Mood: peaceful
Current Location: Timisoara, dark room
Current Music: Moon River - Andre Rieu

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My heart! <3 too much fluff! :3
I'm so glad Holly was able to beta it! :D

Haha and I love Sandy xD she's cool, she reminds me of a friend of mine....
And I have been in Dom's spot multiple times, not good xD

Ahh, this makes my day. I will do a perfect presentation for French just because I was able to read something like this in the early morning. :)

*hugs*

(I'm not making any sense, am I? :P )

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