Swe(ww)ater

Notes:

Setting: pre Showbiz, 1999, aka young, sooo young Muse (just two of them , this time, let's spare poor Chris fromt his ugly thing, aahah), but not too young for certain stuff eheheh

Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, esp Matt and Dom, this has never happened and I write just for fun

No fanart cover this time, lol, cos ugly things don't deserve that XD

SWE(WW)ATER

"This is for you!" Dom mumbles, a little embarrassed, before handing Matt a small gift package adorned with aliens and spaceships.

He waited for the group rehearsals - for their very first album to be released - was over and for Chris to leave, because what he is about to do requires proper privacy.

"Really? What is that?" revs up his best friend, agitating the packet.

"Until proven otherwise you have no gifts of clairvoyance, just open it!" Dom encourages him, more excited than him.

Matt complies and thoroughly examines the contents, before giving his verdict.

"Ok, I understand: you want to punish me; I just don't know the reason why."

For Dominic it is as if the ground on which he walked until recently was missing.

"What did you just...?"

"I got it, it's because I destroyed your drums at the last concert..."

"You always do that and, no, you're wrong, it's a gift, not a punishment!"

"But you must be pissed off at me, otherwise you wouldn't give me... a weapon to torture me, a straitjacket... what is it?" Matt asks, turning over that unidentified mass of wool.

"It's a sweater, does it take so bloody long to figure it out?" Dominic blurts out, rather indignantly.

Matthew approaches him with a compassionate look, giving him two pats on the back.

"I'm sorry, the shopkeeper fooled you by convincing you that this is a sweater..."

Dominic meets his gaze, but with his emerald eyes almost filled with tears.

"No shopkeepers. I made it, with my own pretty, skillful hands!"

Matthew grinds his eyes so much that his cerulean irises risk falling to the ground.

However, not only does he remain insensitive to his friend's wounded ego, but he bursts out laughing in his face.

"You did what?!"

"You got it right, there's nothing to laugh about!" The other one barks. "I've learned to knit; after all, if you think about it, it's not that different from playing the drums: it's a matter of rhythms, one hand does something different from the other and it helps to have excellent synchronization and the knitting needles remind me of my drumsticks a bit!" chuckles Dominic.

"Believe me, you play dwums way better than you knit!" the guitarist says, implacably.

"Oh, come on, don't be a baby, wear it!" the drummer urges him, impatiently.

Matthew lays the sweater out in his hands in front of its creator. "And how? Can't you see he only has one sleeve?"

"Well yes.. Do you have any idea how complicated sleeves are to make? And then this way it's more alternative, you love alternative things, don't you?"

"Of course... the ones I can wear!" the frontman mutters, making him happy anyway." You see? I'm swimming in this thing!" Did you really imagine me that big?" Matt corners him, maybe now he's the one with the insulted ego.

"You know how it is... Not being able to take your measurements, I went to the eye..." the blond scratches his head, feeling awkward.

"Dommeh, remember me to repay this nice gesture you had towards me with a visit to the ophthalmologist, kindly offered by me!"

"Bells, how much of an asshole you can be!"

"Okay, does that mean I'll use this one-sleeved thing, a little crooked and with holes in some places, as pajamas for the winter nights, happy?"

"Partially yes, I am."

"But it must be said that I really appreciate the drawing you wanted to put: a Mozzarella because you know that I like Italy..." comments the singer, pulling the sweater forward and lowering his head to observe it better.

Poor Dom's already destroyed Ego is further reduced into smaller pieces.

"But...noo, which Mozzarella you're babbling about? It's a skull!"

"Whaaat? A skull?! Ah, so those in the middle at the top aren't olives, like Capwese style?"

"Of course not, they're the eyes!!

"And those crucified sticks are not Gwissini.."

"Nooo, they're bones!!!"

Dominic's patience has a limit and Matthew is about to cross it in the most rude way possible.

"So what's on top isn't a slice of tomato..."

"Of bloody course, not, it's a bloody bandana! Fuck, Bells, stop with the damn Caprese, otherwise I'll end up cutting you up like a Mozzarella!"

"With olives, chewwy tomatoes and raw extra virgin olive oil, thanks a lot!"

"Bells, stop teasing me and take off the damn sweater before you denigrate it any further!"

"Okay, okay, I'll still keep this asymmetrical extwa lawge sweater with this fearsome skull... and I really appreciate it, thank you, Dommeh!" Matthew shows off his softer side, even giving him a loud, big kiss on the cheek.

"I knew you would appreciate it deep down." Smiles the drummer.

"So, in summary, you are an excellent musician, you draw divinely, you also enjoy knitting... and what else?" Matt lists Dom's merits, while carefully folding the so-called sweater, putting it back in the package and leaving the rehearsal room with him.

"I've been told I give unforgettable blowjobs!" Dominic reveals, perhaps a little too absentmindedly, realizing too late what he has just said.

He has just confessed to his best friend since adolescence that he is bisexual and does not disdain oral sex at all.
The same best friend since his adolescence to whom he feels attracted... perhaps since the very first day.

Matthew's brain almost seems to freeze as it stores that information.

His best friend Dominic has also has sexual experiences with men.
His sexy best friend Dominic performs oral sex.
Her sexy, Greek god-like, best friend Dominic, for whom he begins to feel urges he hadn't taken into consideration until then, has performed excellent oral sex.
To someone who isn't him!

And perhaps it is because his brain is still frozen that it is another part of his body that suggests to him the fateful question:

"Dommeh... what if I also wanted to test this talent of yours?"

Dominic's response is as cocky as it is unexpected.

"At least I can measure you properly for future knitted shorts!"

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THE END

Notes:

LOL, I couldn't resist to put that sort of predestination to Italy for Matt, he has spent there so many years, after all *sighs with melancholy*

And of course, I couldn't resist the predestination of.. BELLDOM! Lol, lol.

The main point of this challenge (Kiss the frog) was to write something 'ugly', rushed up, without much reasoning about it, like a first draft without editing, so this is its purpose.

And if you already don't like the stories I put so much effort in, it's even more probable you won't like this one XD
But I have no expectation, i just wanted to post it anyway

By the way, I guess I won't update any of my long fics, maybe until November.

So, if I post something, it will be something new, born thanks to a specific challenge.
Take care, bye for now.