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Author's Note<\/strong>: So this was supposed to be bedsharing and sex, but Matt insisted on sleeping on the couch and the sex is only alluded to. Sorry? \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

The first thing Dom notices when he wakes up is the all-too-familiar pounding of his head, accompanied by the disgusting dryness and scratching in his throat that tells him he\u2019s slept with his mouth open, as he usually does after drinking too much. The second thing he notices is that at least this time he has apparently managed to get undressed, because he\u2019s decidedly naked under the duvet. <\/p>\n

Except right then his brain flashes back to hands, broad and long-fingered and instantly familiar, tugging at his shirt and unbuttoning his jeans, and he can almost hear Matt complain about the way both items cling to his skin. Suddenly completely awake Dom sits bolt-upright in bed, a noise that\u2019s embarrassingly close to a squeak escaping him. It\u2019s enough to bring Matt into the room, wearing only boxer briefs and one of Dom\u2019s t-shirts, which is more than Dom can handle so early in the morning, so he plops back down and hides his face in the pillow, whining, \u201cI\u2019m not getting up today.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMorning, sleepyhead.\u201d The mattress dips and Matt\u2019s hand comes to rest on his shoulder blade, and Dom tries his best not to tense up, because he doesn\u2019t actually want Matt to stop touching him. Matt chuckles, soft and warm, and Dom can\u2019t help but peer up at him through his lashes, find his eyes, more green than hazel in the morning sunlight that\u2019s flooding in through the half-open blinds. His lips curve into a smile, and Dom finds himself smiling back, forgetting about the pulsing pain behind his forehead. \u201cYou look better than I would have expected.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy, Matthew, don\u2019t flatter me so outrageously, it might go to my head,\u201d Dom shoots back automatically. And because it\u2019s always fun to make Matt blush he turns onto his back and pushes the sheet down, poses in a way that would earn him a good bit of money, one hand above his head, the other trailing suggestively down his bare chest. The effect is somewhat spoiled by the wince he can\u2019t quite suppress. Moving too quickly is obviously still out of the question.<\/p>\n

Matt laughs mercilessly, but he still looks, eyes trailing over Dom\u2019s skin, a dark caress that sets Dom\u2019s skin ablaze. When he speaks, however, it\u2019s to offer Dom an aspirin and a glass of water, and as loathe as Dom is to break the moment that really sounds like a great idea. While Matt is gone, he sits up, gathering the duvet around him, and calls into the bathroom, \u201cHow pissed did I get last night - and why am I naked? Did you finally take advantage of me, Daddario?\u201d<\/p>\n

It feels easier to ask without having to look at Matt, because he honestly doesn\u2019t know which answer he\u2019d prefer and doesn\u2019t want Matt to look right through his bluster in that Daddario way he has. He has long ago accepted that he wouldn\u2019t mind Matt taking advantage<\/em> of him, but he\u2019d obviously much rather remember it if it ever happened. He peeks under the covers and tries to decide if he can discern any traces of sex on his body, which is of course when Matt returns.<\/p>\n

\u201cSeriously?\u201d Matt tilts his head in typical Matt fashion, before handing the pill and glass to Dom, who takes them eagerly, grateful to have something to justify not looking into Matt\u2019s eyes. When he does, however, they\u2019re not mocking but thoughtful, and he replies in complete seriousness, \u201cYou, my friend, have no idea what wine-tasting<\/em> means, you must have had a couple of bottles of wine at least. So I took you home.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd\u2026\u201d Dom prompts, setting the glass down and reaching for one of Matt\u2019s hands, playing with his fingers. Matt frowns slightly but lets him do it, a smile beginning to tug at the corners of his mouth when Dom turns his palm up and begins tracing the lines there with feathery touches.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou didn\u2019t want to be alone, so I stayed,\u201d Matt finally continues, his gentle voice summoning up images from the night before. Matt\u2019s arms propping him up, the dread Dom had felt even through the haze of alcohol at the prospect of being left alone, trying not to beg and the gratitude when he didn\u2019t need to, when Matt agreed easily. \u201cI helped you get undressed - and since you weren\u2019t wearing underwear and refused to put on pajamas, you ended up naked.\u201d<\/p>\n

Matt isn\u2019t blushing, not quite, but Dom knows that tone of voice, and he remembers something else. He licks his lips and manages to ask calmly, \u201cI wanted you to shag me, didn\u2019t I?\u201d<\/p>\n

There\u2019s silence for quite a while, but that\u2019s normal, so Dom isn\u2019t particularly worried, instead keeps his focus on their hands, on the sensation of Matt\u2019s warm, slightly dry skin under his fingers as he keeps tracing idle designs onto his palm. When he draws a heart, grinning playfully, Matt looks up and smirks back before finally answering, \u201cThere are circumstances under which I\u2019d shag<\/em> you, but you being drunk off your ass isn\u2019t one of them, thank you very much. I have standards.\u201d<\/p>\n

As so often the answer isn\u2019t what Dom was expecting, and he stares at Matt in open-mouthed shock. He can\u2019t quite bring himself to ask if he\u2019d heard right, too afraid to be wrong, so instead he says, \u201cWell, I appreciate your restraint. But seriously, where did you sleep - I hope I didn\u2019t make you take the floor!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, you tried to give me your bed,\u201d Matt laughs, warm and fond. \u201cI told you we\u2019d share and was mentally preparing myself to get the full Dominic Sherwood naked panda experience, but then you passed out and started snoring so horrendously. I decided to take the couch.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Dominic Sherwood naked panda experience<\/em> - you talked to Alberto, didn\u2019t you?\u201d Dom grins and scoots closer until he can drape himself all over Matt, who watched him approach with amused eyes but hasn\u2019t budged, which is all the invitation Dom needs. Matt is warm against him, and Dom fits his head into the crook of his neck, wrapping both arms around him, and half-whispers into his ear, \u201cWell, how do you like it? Can\u2019t have you missing out, after being my knight in shining armour\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou could charge for this, retire from acting,\u201d Matt murmurs, turning his head, and suddenly their faces are barely an inch apart, and although this was his idea Dom is suddenly aware that he\u2019s basically naked in Matt\u2019s lap. <\/p>\n

\u201cNah, only a very select few deserve to be the lucky recipients of this,\u201d he manages, getting kind of lost in the way Matt\u2019s eyes seem to change colour. Right now they darken, and Dom clears his throat and bursts out with what has been on his mind ever since Matt\u2019s earlier response, \u201cSo. Under what circumstances would you? Shag me, I mean.\u201d<\/p>\n

It\u2019s meant to come out teasing, but somehow ends up sounding much too honest for a hungover morning. Matt tilts his head, his hands fluttering in the air before being set down firmly on the thigh Dom has slung around Matt\u2019s waist. His tongue darts out to lick his lips, and Dom is trying not to read into this, he really is, but he\u2019s failing. And then that doesn\u2019t matter anymore - nothing matters except the slight press of Matt\u2019s lips against his.<\/p>\n

He dimly vows to get a proper answer out of Matt soon, because he\u2019s bound to have put a lot of thought into it, and Dom is always up for Matt\u2019s ramblings, but not now. Now he finally get to kiss Matt properly, not just joking smacks on cheeks or teasing pecks on mouths but a leisurely exploration, Matt\u2019s stubble rough against Dom\u2019s, the muscles in this back contracting under Dom\u2019s hands as he tilts them backwards. Dom hits the mattress with a small grunt, and they grin into their kiss, Matt\u2019s body covering Dom\u2019s with only the duvet between them.<\/p>\n

Matt kisses the way he does everything, thoroughly and as if it\u2019s the only thing that matters in the world right now, and it\u2019s intoxicating. Digging his fingers into broad shoulders, Dom tilts his head back, deepening their kiss even further and lets his legs fall open, wraps them around Matt\u2019s middle. A careful finger trails along the side of his face, and when he peers up through heavy lids, he sees that Matt is watching him intently, because of course he\u2019s a freak who doesn\u2019t close his eyes when kissing. Feeling light-headed, he straight-out giggles, and Matt breaks away to cross his eyes at him questioningly.<\/p>\n

\u201cI feel drunk,\u201d he declares. \u201cYou\u2019re making me feel drunk on a morning when by rights I should be hanging over the loo, whinging.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI can stop and leave you to it?\u201d Matt smirks, the gorgeous bastard, making as if to go up, but he doesn\u2019t stand a chance against Dom\u2019s panda powers, four Shadowhunters-trained limbs clinging to him with utmost determination. Laughing, they end up in a tangle, before staring into each other\u2019s eyes like they haven\u2019t already lost this particular game of gay chicken, before Dom breaks and surges forward for another kiss.<\/p>\n

With impatient hands he rids Matt of his t-shirt, lets them wander over planes of muscle he\u2019s admired rather frequently on set and in the gym, wiry black hair tickling his palms. Matt\u2019s own hands are sitting heavily on the curve of Dom\u2019s arse, and he lifts himself to his knees, finally getting rid of the blanket separating them. He\u2019s never been shy of his body, but he still shivers under the weight of Matt\u2019s gaze once he\u2019s completely bared to it.<\/p>\n

Licking his lips, he teases, \u201cSo, this is a shagging circumstance, then?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019d say so,\u201d Matt replies, somehow managing to sound completely earnest, in spite of the bulge in his pants and the twinkle in his eyes. \u201cIt\u2019s all clear and above board, in any case. If you\u2019ll have me, that is.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, for fuck\u2019s sake, Mattie,\u201d Dom sighs, simultaneously exasperated and excited, and plants himself squarely in Matt\u2019s lap, grinding down and making them both shiver in anticipation. \u201cI\u2019ll have you any way you\u2019ll let me. I rather thought that was a given.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOne\u2026 doesn\u2019t like to\u2026 presume.\u201d Matt sounds gratifyingly out of breath, and there's something in his face that makes Dom wonder whether he ever expected anything to come out of this long-lasting dance of theirs. Dom\u2019s been known to overshare, enjoying the flush he could coax into Matt\u2019s cheeks, but they\u2019ve never talked about Matt\u2019s<\/em> experiences. He\u2019s never known how to ask, and he\u2019s never had anyone play the game like Matt does.<\/p>\n

Not that it feels like a game anymore, hasn\u2019t for quite a while, if Dom is being honest with himself. And it\u2019s easy to be honest when held safely in Matt\u2019s arms, a state Dom has aspired to find himself in as often as possible in recent months. Normally he feels relaxed, comforted, but not now, not with so much bare skin - now it\u2019s a pleasure of an entirely different kind, and Dom leans in and finds Matt\u2019s lips, invitingly red and swollen, already waiting to meet his.<\/p>\n

They kiss and grind and roll around Dom\u2019s thankfully rather spacious bed. At some point Matt\u2019s pants get flung carelessly to the floor; after which Dom finally gets shagged, carefully and thoroughly, the way Matt does everything that matters. In the aftermath Dom stretches luxuriously, rubbing himself against Matt like a satisfied cat, and places a wet smack to Matt\u2019s cheek. \u201cBest bloody hangover cure ever.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShould I feel taken advantage of?\u201d Matt smiles lazily, looking disheveled and flushed in a way that makes Dom\u2019s stomach flutter. That could be hunger pangs, of course, since he hasn\u2019t had anything to eat since the night before, but he rather doubts it. Unless it\u2019s hunger for more of this. <\/p>\n

Grinning, he shakes his head and bats his eyes at Matt, who's watching him indulgently. \"Well, I could<\/em> go for some food, and I clearly remember saying that I wasn't getting out of bed today...\"<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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