Can I Make You Stay? Chapter 2

Title: Can I Make You Stay?

Author: dronesforhands

Pairing: Belldom

Rating: M for language, suicide mention

WARNINGS: Swearing, suicidal thoughts, more biphobia

Summary: A pizza delivery leads to a new opportunity.

Disclaimer: It's fiction

Author's Note: Another short chapter at 382 words. I wrote this so long ago, and I know this is not a good chapter. It's also the last old chapter, so only new stuff from here on out. (aka not so crappy)

“You’re-?

“I quit at the firm ‘cause I was suicidal. My fiancé had left me after I told her about my past of dating guys. People at the firm began to talk, saying I was a pussy to let her dump me right before our wedding. I was to kill myself when I got home, but I didn't. I was too much of a pussy to go through, so I told myself to fix my life if I couldn't end it.”

Matt took a deep breath to hold back the tears.


“My music fixes me.”

I felt the shame rise to my face.

I sat for several moments, awkward and drunk, as Matt took a long swallow. I was sure he was going to kick me out. Why the fuck did I have to say all that shit?

“Don’t get all quiet on me, Dom. It’s not your fault. If all that shit didn’t happen, I would’ve kept living my life as a lie.”

“Right, right. I’m sorry...”

“Don’t be, please.”

A few moments passed before Matt spoke, as if he was testing unsure ground.

“.. Hell , I wouldn’t be here, talking to such a looker like you,” Matt smiled, slurring slightly. The lonely look had disappeared.

My cheeks flushed with relief.

Two could play at this game.

I finished my beer and made my way towards the kitchen. “As if you could land me ,” I quipped.

I went and nosed around his kitchen for another beer. As I closed the refrigerator, Matt materialized behind the door with a miffed look.

“What do you mean by that?!”

“I mean that I don’t throw myself at every customer that offers me drinks and pizza.”

Matt moved closer. “Well, if you don’t mind me asking, just how many customers do?”

I cocked my head to the side innocently and matched his step closer. “Do what? Do me?”

“Fucking idiot,” he chuckled breathily, “sure, how many get the honor?”

I looked upwards, feigning deep thought. “So far, none, but there is this one lad..”

“Hmm?” Matt crossed his arms. “Do I know him?”

“Well, for one thing, he sure is an idiot.”

“How so?”


“Cause he still hasn’t kissed me yet.”

Matt didn’t miss a beat as he met his mouth to mine.