Fluff is in bloom

Like Father, Like Son

I'm really sorry if I keep flooding this section but inspiration doesn't stop knocking on my door and these are the results.

probably no one cares, but i like sharing anyway, hoping to make someone smile...

Prompt used:

'It's Gonna Be a success!' by Jeremy Marsh
Blue eyes, by Alex Antognazza
He had enjoyed X years of total irresponsibility, by Clau Albertini
Time, by Artemis Karpusi Vargas
Good manners, by Elena Altamura

Disclaimer: nothing of this ever happened, I don't know Matt, Dom (I wish I could!) nor all the people around them, I don't earn a single coin from writing that, I just please my crazy mind, lol

Like Father, Like Son

"It will be a success. I'm sure." comments Matt, to say the least excited, concluding his phone call.

"Are you inspired for a new song to write, Bells?" asks Chris, sitting next to him in the lobby of the London Hotel where they stayed to participate in three different programs in the space of just five days.

Normal routine when they are in full promotion.

"There's not only work ,Chris, especially if you have a little baby waiting for you at home all eager, you who are the father of two hundred children should know this better than anyone!" replies Dom, who, as usual, knows every detail of the life of his best friend and life partner... in every sense.

"You are always so exaggerated. I only have six!" specifies the bassist, and then scratches the back of his neck a little embarrassed, assailed by a doubt that only statistical research can remove, as they get into the taxi that will take them to the airport.

"So... has it arrived?" turns to Matt Dom, perhaps even more excited than him.

"Yeah, Manson just called me, it's custom made for Bing, he even sent me pictures!" Matthew approaches him, proudly showing the display of his mobile.

Chris doesn't even pay attention to them, busy as he is scrolling through the results of the google pages.

"But she's beautiful, you're right, Matt. It will be a success!" Dom lights up with enthusiasm, giving him a big smile.

"Instead of going right back to Los Angeles I'm gonna stop at Exeter to go and collect it, because, it's true, I could have it delivered, but I prefer to bring it myself. Dommeh, do you want to come with me?" the frontman asks, with perhaps too much expectation gleaming in his blue eyes.

Dom, however, is about to disappoint those expectations.

"Sure, only to see you run to your family and act like you're in a goddamn breakfast cookie commercial? Thanks, but no thanks!" snorts the drummer.

"I should have known," sighs Matt, his blue eyes now glazed with gray disappointment. "But know that yours is the only cookie that makes me happy. Oh wait, I didn't mean it to sound so wicked and lustful." he thinks back to how he formulated that sentence, with a nervous laugh.

In response, Dom gives him one of his best pouts.

"Oh, Bells, it's such a pity you didn't mean it." He whispers in his ear, nibbling a little on the earlobe.

Expectations come back to sparkle again in those blue eyes, they are only postponed to a later date.

"Oh yes, I'm afraid I have a slightly above average level of procreation..." Chris mutters, on the train that is taking him home, closing Google and regaining awareness of the world around him and with it also a familiar face who is watching him sitting on the opposite seat.. "Hey, Matt, but you weren't supposed to go back to Los Angeles together with Dom?"