Simon leans against the bar in the London club, sipping a soda water and lime. He wonders, idly, how much liquor the Establishment actually sells, given that people are meant to play sober. It's a distraction, at least, from missing Jon so much he can barely stand it. He's hoping to find someone to play with, to take his mind off it. Someone unlike Jon as possible, actually, so he won't miss his boy even more.
Matt never really does anything subtly and even if he did, the whirlwind that moves through the Club is rather defeating of that attempt. He likes the club in London, it has become a safe haven and he is well known there but in a good, non insane fangirl kind of way. With his dark hair a mess of spikes, bright red pants and silver shoes, he is quite the sight. Good or bad, that is up to one's opinion. He grins cheekily as he passes by others and smoothly slides up to the bar to order his rum and coke. Not too much to drink but then again the night is still early. Lots of time to entertain himself and definitely not get into trouble. No not him.
Simon's eye is drawn by a pretty, colorfully-dressed boy that he thinks he recognizes, and after a moment he places him as either a miniature Christian Bale, which isn't likely, or Matt Bellamy, the lead singer of Muse, which is far more likely. He's a lovely boy, all sex and attitude, and he looks like quite the brat. Perfect. Simon edges closer, hoping to catch his eye.
Matthew taps his fingers on the bar, an unknown melody in his head as he waits. Just out of the corner of his eye he sees someone moving closer and turns his head. Oh now there's an attractive lad, he thinks to himself. He looks rather familiar too, but he can't put his finger on it. It will come to him soon enough. He smiles and his hips absently juts out just so. "Nice night for it, yeah?"
Simon glances over. "Nice night for a lot of things," he agrees, smirking. He's still got it, he does. "What sort of things are you looking for?"
Matt turns more toward the other man and continues to grin, all the while exuding sex and charm. "That it is." His drink arrives and he takes a small drink. "Oh I don't know. Lots of fun, pleasure, not having to worry about the real world for a while. What about you? Need to take your mind off of things?"
"Oh, you have no idea." Simon sighs. "Missing my boy, to be honest." He looks over at Matt. "Are you missing anyone?"
"No, but maybe you could help me with that." No, Matthew Bellamy didn't understand bluntness most of the time. "You must care for him a great deal. It's hard to miss someone special." He takes another drink and chuckles almost shyly. "Missing, yeah I guess you could say that. Unrequited feelings and all that." He extended his hand with a smile. "I'm Matthew by the way."
"Simon." Simon offers his hand. "And yeah, he is. I'm moving to LA, mostly for him." He cocks his head. "Unrequited feelings suck. Want to get a room and help each other feel better?"
"Nice to meet you Simon. It's a big thing, moving that far for someone else. He must be very special." Matt grins though a bit sad as he thinks of Chris. "Yeah they do but they're called unrequited for a reason." He gulps down the rest of his drink and smiles. "I think a room might be the best thing for us both. I'd be more than happy to help make you feel better."
Simon grins. "And are you a good boy or a naughty boy?" He grabs Matt's waistband and draws him closer. "You should know, I can be very strict."
Matt can't help but laugh a bit at that. "I think it would depend on who you ask. I'm afraid I'm rather naughty." He looks up as he's pulled closer but is still grinning. "Well you should know that I'm not very good at listening. Need a bit of punishment here and there."
Simon grins. Perfect. "Well, then. I think we need to find ourselves a room so I can straighten you out." He offers Matt his arm.
"I think that would be a very good thing. Anything specific that should be in the room?" Matt laughs and takes Simon's arm. "I haven't thought of being straightened out proper in a very long time."
"Oh, I have a few ideas. What's your safeword?" Simon asks as they head for the front desk.
"Ideas are always a good thing. I like being creative too," he says, staying close to Simon's side. "My safeword in Cydonia." They continue on to the front desk and he waits beside Simon, fighting the urge to slide against Simon's side. On occasion he holds back from doing something inappropriate.
Simon nods. "We can discuss limits when we get there." He nods his thanks at the attendant and pockets the key, and when they're in the room, he sits, gesturing for Matt to sit at his feet. "So. Limits?"
"Sounds fair enough." Matthew follows with him and smiles at the attendant as they leave and head to their room. He always likes how different the rooms can look even in the same club, on the same floor. He slips effortlessly to the floor. "Limits, yes. I don't like confined spaces or extreme pain, I can't stand to have my feet in pain, and nothing that will do damage to my voice. But I... I'm open to most other things."
Simon nods. "Very well," he says, voice quiet and firm. "You will call me Sir. You'll do as I tell you, or you'll be a very sorry little boy. If you're good, you'll be very happy before the night's over." He smiles. "You can start by bringing me a flogger from the cabinet over there, something with some weight to it."
Matthew notices the change in Simon's voice and nods. "Yes, yes Sir. I will do as you say, I want to be happy." He smiles and turns, crawling to the cabinet and only gets up to look inside and select a good flogger, decently sized and weight but not too terrible. He comes back over to Simon, back at his feet and offers it up. "I hope this pleases Sir."
Simon nods. "Good boy." The way Matt makes it clear that he's only submitting because he feels like it is exactly what Simon needs tonight. "Strip, now." His voice is still even and relaxed.
Matt smiles at the compliment. With those he knows, he is likely to be more cheeky, to not listen as much, but Simon is missing someone and Matt does want to take his mind off of things for a bit. He stands back up and reaches for his shirt. "Does Sir want a show or speed?"
"Sir wants you naked quickly," Simon replies, amused. "And once Sir has had a nice long look at you, he wants you up against the cross." He indicates the St. Andrew's across the room.
Matt smiles and quickly gets out of his clothes and shoes at impressive speed, all thankful to years of quick change in backstage areas. He puts his clothes neatly on a nearby chair and pushes his shoes under it. Every Dom is different so he pauses in front of Simon. "Would Sir like his long look here or watching as I move to the Cross?" It had been a while since he'd been on a cross but he is excited for it.
"Sir wants to see you here. Turn slowly for me." Simon watches, appreciating the tight, spare grace of Matt's body. "Lovely. All right, up on the cross."
"As you wish," Matt says and makes a small turn, his lithe muscle moving under the few tattoos and randoms scars. He smiles at Simon and moves to the cross when prompted. It's a bit larger than he is but he does his best to stretch into position, his arms above, his legs apart.
"Mm." Simon fastens Matt in, then strokes one hand slowly over his body. "Stretched a little past your limit. You look good that way." Flogger in hand, he takes a step back, judging the distance, then another. "You will thank me for each strike, but you needn't count." He raises the flogger and brings it down on Matt's shoulders.
He moves his arms a bit, adjusting once strapped in. It's a stretch but nothing he can't deal with. "Thank you Sir, I hope it pleases you." Matt shivers as he feels Simon's hand on him and he focuses, readying himself for what is to come. He hopes Simon is one who handles himself well. He will ache in the morning yes but being injured isn't part of the plan. Even as he waits for it, the sting causes him to gasp even as much as he likes it. "Thank you Sir."
"You're welcome." Simon sets up a slow figure-eight rhythm on Matt's shoulders, and then, when he wants something different, he takes the flogger to Matt's ass. "Oh, yes, how very nicely your skin reddens. I do so enjoy a boy who doesn't tan."
Matt groans and repeats the thank you with every hit. But when Simon switches and lands one to his ass, Matt can't help but push out just a bit, groaning more. "Thank you Sir." His skin would show ever mark, every smack landed by Simon and his adrenaline is flowing.
Simon grins ferally, though Matt can't see it. When Matt's ass is red enough, he drops the flogger and moves to the cross, turning Matt's face to him for a long, deep kiss. "I'm going to let you down. Can you stand on your own?"
Matt says 'thank you' as Simon keeps going. Oh how he misses this, he thinks as he stares ahead. His back and ass are burning now. He turns his head and smiles, kissing Simon back deeply. "Yes, I think I will be alright as long as you aren't planning me running a marathon or something," he says and rests his head against the cross.
Simon laughs. "No, I'm actually feeling quite lazy. You're going to strip me, and then I'm going to lie back on the bed and you're going to suck me for a while, and then you're going to ride me." He helps Matt down off the cross and gives him a once-over. "Nice," he comments, rubbing his hand over Matt's ass. "When you're steady, I want you to undress me."
"That is a very good plan Sir." Matt slumps just a bit when he's released from the cross. He steps down, just leaving one hand on it to ensure he has his legs under him well enough to continue. He shivers again when his reddened ass is caressed. "This boy is ready to assist you Sir, if you would like me to begin."
"I would." Simon moves as needed to let Matt undress him, then lies back on the bed. "Come on, then."
Matt moves around Simon, a bit gingerly here and there but nothing too bad. He is careful not to go too fast but not be utterly slow either. He also takes care to place the clothes on the other chair neatly before returning to Simon as he climbs onto the bed. He slides in between Simon's legs, rubbing his thighs as he licks the head of his cock. "Is there anything the Sir likes, or dislikes, before I begin?"
"Sir's not terribly fussy," Simon replies, rumpling Matt's hair. "A good blow job is a good blow job."
Matt grins especially at the ruffling of his hair. "The Sir makes a very good point." He licks over the head again before moving up and down the shaft a few times before he wraps his lips around the head and takes him into his mouth. Matt prides himself on giving very good blow-jobs and is intent on showing Simon that as well. He kneads the other man's thighs, his callous fingers skimming over Simon's skin.
Simon groans, eyes closing. "That is very, very good. You have a lovely mouth." God, this is perfect, and he smiles a little, thinking of how he'll tell Jon about this later.
He wants to say thank you but interrupting to speak wouldn't be good. Matt just doubles his efforts, taking more and more of Simon into his mouth, his tongue pressing down against the underside, teasing him even more.
Simon groans and rocks up into Matt's mouth. "A little more. Just a little more, and then I want you to ride me."
Eagerly Matt sucks Simon's cock, happy to see his efforts rewarded. He moans around the shaft even humming a little as well. He waits for Simon to officially stop him though he is excited for the rest of 'the plan' to take place as well. Matt is a sub who loves sex and pleasure, both giving and receiving.
Simon savors the sucking a while longer, then gently tugs Matt's head up. "All right. Up you go." He grins.
Only when he feels the tugging on his hair, which makes him moan as well, does Matt finally pause and lift his head up. He smiles at Simon, licking his lips as he raises up above Simon's hips. "Does Sir have condoms and lube?" Matt won't delay them very much; he wants this too.
Simon reaches into the basket by the bed and hands a condom and a little lube bubble to Matt. "Take your time, prep as much as you need."
He should have known that. He takes both from Simon and settles into getting them both ready. Matt opens the condom and unrolls it over Simon's cock before taking the lube, coating his fingers and first strokes himself some more before using a bit of his flexibility to prepare himself as well. "Sir shouldn't wait too long," he said as he moves, straddling Simon's hips and guides his cock into himself.
Simon groans, gripping Matt's slim hips. "You are a minx," he murmurs, grinning. "With a lovely ass."
He chuckles and moves his hands to Simon's chest. "Thank you Sir." Matt eases himself down, lower and lower until he feels his ass, still sore from before, resting on Simon's thighs. He moves around just a bit to get used to it. "Sir has a very lovely cock, if he doesn't mind me saying so."
"Sir doesn't mind one bit." Simon's hands slide down over Matt's thighs, then he trails fingertips lightly up Matt's cock. "Play with yourself as you ride me."
Matt groans as he starts to move. "That's good to know about the Sir," he gasps a bit when Simon's hands move over him and touch him. He acts right away, wrapping his hand around himself and starts stroking slowly at first. His legs move him, rising and falling on SImon's cock, taking him deeper. Matt moans, his eyes shutting a bit as he pleasures himself as well as the other man.
Simon watches, stroking Matt's hip. "Very nice," he praises, thrusting up just a little every time Matt slides down on him. "And you haven't anyone to take advantage of this on a regular basis? Whoever those unrequited feelings are for, he's an idiot."
He is lost in feeling for a few moments before he looks down at Simon. "Thank you Sir. I hope you're enjoying as planned too." His hand moves faster as his rhythm speeds up as well. Matt groans with each thrust as he sucks on his bottom lip. "I have my share... but Chr- he isn't a member of the club....I don't think... it's his thing," he pants but smirks slowly. "Sometimes I do think he's an idiot though but I wouldn't tell him that."
Simon pats Matt's hip. "I am enjoying...mm...very much." He grins. "You ought to invite your...friend to the club. He might surprise you." He smacks Matt's ass gently, just enough to sting the reddened skin. "The oddest people turn out to be kinky."
Matt grins down at Simon. "Good I'm glad Sir." He ponders for a moment, as much as he can think right then. "No it's not that. He.. he is kinky... well into kink. I know that. It's... just the club.. I don't know if he.. if it's him." He moans louder as Simon's cock assaults his prostate, his thumb teasing the head. "I'd invite him... but I'm worried... it wouldn't be his... thing."
Simon reaches up and pulls him down into a kiss. "Well, then, he wouldn't have to come back." He lets Matt sit back up. "I wasn't sure if the club was me at first, either."
He leans down and kisses Simon back, slowing his hand for a moment. "No, no that's true... part of me would like it though." Matt sits back up and resumes his movements feverishly, still so close now, getting even moreso with each thrust and stroke. "You... had doubts... weren't sure?"
Simon rocks up harder. "I tend to be a bit private, though since I got my boy I found I enjoy showing him off." He grins at Matt. "And I wasn't sure whether I'd enjoy being in a place where everyone knew what I was here for. But once I realized people mind their own business unless you give them the okay not to, well...I settled right in." He grips Matt's hips. "I'm getting close. You may come after I do."
"OH fuck..." Matt groans when Simon moves. He knows he won't last too much longer. "I think he... might be like that too. And I'm... not exactly.. quiet or subtle. Maybe he just needs to learn about it.... see if he could fit in... like it..." Matt strokes himself faster, one hand pressed down on Simon's chest. "Yes Sir, thank you. Getting close too... make you come so good."
Simon grits his teeth on a groan, rocking up hard as he comes. He relaxes against the bed, panting, and grins at Matt. "All right, your turn."
Matt arches his back as he feels Simon release. He pushes his hips down, taking all of the other man inside of him all the while still stroking himself to release as well. His blue eyes widen and he looks down at him too. "Oh fuck, thank you Sir, thank you..." Matt groans loudly, stroking a few more times before he comes hard. He slumps down, his hand on Simon's chest barely keeping him from collapsing atop of him.
Simon grins and draws Matt down into another kiss. "Fucking gorgeous," he murmurs.
Matt groans as he's shifted again but happily kisses Simon slowly. "Thank you Sir. Sir is fucking amazing if I do say so myself."
"Sir is flattered," Simon replies, stroking Matt's hair. "Do you have to leave right away, or can you stay for a bit?"
"Sir deserves it." Matt stretches, arching his back a bit when his hair is stroked. "No, no I didn't have any plans. I can stay for a while if you'd like." His head is still buzzing; he's not all the way out of subspace yet but he feels good and Simon has been really good to talk to, among other things he thinks with a small smile.
Simon grins. "Good. Are you hungry? D'you need something to drink?"
"Hmmm well I can always eat. Freaky metabolism or so they say. But something to drink would be even better first," Matt says. "Shall I clean us up and get that taken care of for us both?"
"How about you let me do it? You're still down a bit, and I'm all about the aftercare." Simon rolls Matt off him onto the bed. "Anything you don't eat?" he asks, grabbing a bottle of water for Matt and one for himself before heading into the bathroom for a damp cloth.
Matt smiles and nods as they switch places and he groans as his back and ass press against the bed, albeit the soft and very comfortable bed. "Thank you. And no nothing I don't eat, not really." He nurses the bottle of water and tries not to move. He feels good, really good, he just hates not coming out of it quickly sometimes. But oh it had been wonderful, very very much so.
Simon grins at Matt when he comes out of the bathroom, having taken a moment to wash. "You look like a very satisfied cat." He gets Matt washed off, then reaches for the phone. "How about a thoroughly horrible for us appetizer platter and some telly?"
Matt looks up and smiles at Simon when he's walking to the bed. "I am a very satisfied cat come to think of it," he says with a chuckle. He likes the attention and is feeling good. "I am all for a bad for us appetizer and telly can always be amusing as well. Can you have them send a thing of honey too? Throat therapy, not terribly exciting."
"Honey it is," Simon agrees. He phones in the order, then settles on the bed, remote control in one hand and the other hand beckoning Matt over to snuggle against him. "So, feel like talking about this crush of yours? If you'd rather not, we can just watch telly, of course. But I'm told I'm a good listener." He grins. "Least, I think that's what they said, wasn't paying attention."
Matt grins and moves closer to Simon, inching right up to him. For all his loud bravado at times, he does like to cuddle but accepts that it's not for everyone. He looks at Simon, pausing, not because he doesn't want to talk, he's just not sure where to start. He does laugh. "Well if you're sure you're going to pay attention this time," he teases. "I kid. I'm not sure it is a crush, or rather I'm not sure what it is. He's a great guy and I've known him for a long time. It feels like, I know there's something there but.. yeah I don't know.
Simon nods. "Maybe he's afraid of ruining your friendship?" he suggests gently. "And if this is someone in the band, well, some people don't sleep with the people they work with, no matter how much they want to. I'm one of them," he adds with a laugh. "Learned the hard way that it wasn't going to work for me."
Matt nods. "Yeah I've thought of that. He's even said as much. And as much as I do love him, I can't imagine not having him as one of my best friends, and I wouldn't ever want to do something to ruin the band, at all. Maybe he's more like you than just being a brilliant Dom, Sir," he adds as the smile comes back, even a bit of a smirk. "So you never sleep with those you work with? Can I ask how you do it? Or are you just not attracted to them?"
Simon chuckles. "Flatterer. As for people I work with, I do get attracted, sometimes really strongly. But..." He doesn't know how much Matt knows about his films. "My best friend and I make a lot of films together, yeah? And we were really in love for a long time. But it was causing so many problems, for a lot of reasons. I decided I needed Nick more as my best friend than as an ex-lover, and he agreed. Of course, with us there were other issues - he just couldn't get into kink although he sure as hell tried." He smiles a little. "For us, it was the right decision. I can't say whether it would be for you and your bloke or not." He looks at Matt, smirking. "And how do you know he's a brilliant Dom, by the way? Have you been spying on him?"
Matt smiles and rests against Simon. "I like people and go with the flow so to speak, but with Chris it's different. Part of me does wonder if we just need to quell whatever this is between us and just be our best friends. God knows our drummer just wants us to get into bed and get it over with already." He grins as he thinks of Dom's teasing annoyance at the two of them at times. "And Chris, even though we haven't been together, like that, I know he's into kink at least somewhat." He grins a bit sheepishly and looks at Matt. "I... well I didn't mean to but I saw him with someone else, and I couldn't stop watching. I don't seek it out though; he'd be upset I'm pretty sure."
Simon laughs. "Might be upset enough to put you over his knee, which would solve the problem," he points out. "But I think the first step is bringing him to the club. If it's not his thing, you can laugh it off, but if it is, you might have opened the door."
Matt doesn't seem to upset at that thought. "That's true, he can punish me and be done with it," he grins. But I suppose it couldn't hurt at all to bring him, let him see, and let him decided if it is his thing as you say." He likes the idea more and more, he just needs to figure out how to broach it with Chris. It was just too bad Simon was moving to L.A. "I guess I have to talk to him first, invite him here."
"I think you should," Simon replies. There's a knock at the door, and he goes to answer, returning with the food and Matt's honey. "Now, I believe we have some bad telly to watch."