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Mellos in bed with this guy.
Kyle or something along those lines—though names don’t really matter.
He’s angry, and this is his rebellion. His tantrum, because his fuck-buddy’s an arrogant dick, and he wants to prove that there’s more than one person who can fuck Mello the way he likes to be fucked.
Though, in the end, he’s only proved himself wrong, because no one actually does it like Matt, he’s come to realise.
Mello has a blank look on his face, making fake, soft sounds of pleasure as this guy drives into him.
”Like that, baby?”
Baby. Only Matt calls him baby. It sounds good coming from Matt’s mouth, and Matt’s mouth only.
”Don’t call me that.”
Kyle rolled his eyes, thrusting in and out of Mello at a steady, boring pace. He was clearly only taking his pleasure into account, not Mello’s.
And then, suddenly, Mello’s phone lit up on the desk, Kyle’s thrusts pausing momentarily to look over at the screen. He leaned over to grab it, and Mello slapped his arm away, giving him an angry glare.
He didn’t even have to see who it was from. He could already guess, like Matt came with his own radar.
Matty: Come over
Matty: Door open
That’s it? 3 weeks of not speaking, and all Mello gets is two dry texts that lack proper grammar?
Well, whatever. Matt had caved first, saving Mello the embarrassment. Slowly, he put his hand on this guys’ chest, making him stop his weak grinds and desperate doggy huffs.
”Hey… um, I have to go.”
”Go?”
”Yeah, go. Something important came up.” He said, gesturing to his phone held up in his right hand.
”…Oh.” Kyle pulled out.
”I’m sorry.” He’s not.
”It’s okay.” It’s not.
”So, uh, you can just… call me, whenever, if you’re not busy, I guess.” Mello said half-heartedly, already bolting for his clothes. He pulled them on feverishly, struggling with the tight leather.
Kyle watched in disbelief, wondering what exactly he had done wrong, or what exactly was so important Mello had to abruptly leave their ‘amazing’ fuck session.
Mello did feel bad, sure, but there were more significant matters at hand.
He zipped up his vest, reaching for his red jacket with the furry hood. He pulled it on, slipping his phone into his pocket.
”Just, uh, use your hand, and pretend it’s me—or something. Bye.”
”…Bye.”
Mello stepped out into the cold, the winters air barely phasing him as he sauntered through the streets.
Part of him wanted to run. The other part, the sensible part, told him to take his time. Walk slowly, with purpose, make Matt wait, make Matt pay for leaving him in the dust for 3 whole weeks. Nearly a month.
Matt’s a dick. Matt deserves it.
Matt, right now, is probably checking his phone, looking for any sign that Mello had seen his text, that Mello was indeed coming over, that Mello wasn’t completely ghosting him.
He probably had that stupid little pathetic face on, and he was probably preparing himself for the worst, already feeling bad for himself.
Mello hadn’t even pressed on the notification. To Matt, it looked like he hadn’t even read it. Matt had no way of knowing whether Mello was on his way, and the thought satisfied the blond greatly.
It took him about forty-eight minutes to get to Matt’s apartment. He’d been sensible, he’d listened to the developed side of his brain, and now Matt was probably fully convinced Mello was not coming.
He walked up the stairs, dragging his feet, which added atleast another six minutes.
“Hey. Thought you’d come.” Matt said once he opened the door, Mello’s fist raised halfway to a third knock.
”No you didn’t.”
”Yeah, I did. I thought, what you’d do, is take as much time as you could, make me wait as long as possible, then you’d show up like… an hour late, and be all, ‘Oh, hi Matt, missed you.’”
Is Mello really that predictable?
”I haven’t missed you.”
”Oh, really?”
“Mhm. It’s been fine without you.”
”Nice.”
”…I met someone, actually.”
”Oh? What’s he look like?”
”Brunette. Tall. Nice abs. Nice face.” The opposite of Matt, basically.
”Cool.”
”Yeah. I just left his house.” Mello’s bragging his way through tonight. He wants to make Matt jealous, obviously. It’s not working.
Matt smiled coolly, and something in that smile told Mello Matt wasn’t buying it.
”You left there? To come here?”
”No. I finished up there, then I came here.”
”Oh. So you came there, then you came here?” Matt smirked at his crude induendo.
Mello rolled his eyes, lightly shoving at Matt’s shoulder.
”Are you gonna let me in, or what?”
”Oh shit, yeah, sorry.” Matt said genuinely, stepping aside to let Mello pass. He closed the door behind him, a servant in his own home.
Mello took his jacket off, draping it over the back of Matt’s couch.
“So, how’ve you been?” Mello asked, mainly because he had to know if Matt had been sleeping with anyone, though of course he wouldn’t ask that directly.
“Oh, good. Not as good as you, obviously. It’s been kinda lonely. A little boring.”
Good. As it should be.
”Oh. So that’s it? I’m just here because you’re bored?” Mello pouted.
”Kinda. And because I’m lonely. And because I just… like your company.”
”Only my company?” Mello cocked his head to the side, sitting down cross-legged on the soft cushions.
”Well, and everything that comes with it.” Matt came up, kneeling infront of Mello. He worked on the latches on his boots, taking them off for him.
Maybe he has a charity fetish, who knows.
”Thank you.” Mello said curtly as Matt carefully placed his boots aside.
”Sure. Cigarette?” Matt offered, reaching into his pocket. He pulled one out of its pack, holding it out to Mello.
”I quit.”
”Oh. You sure?”
”I’m sure.”
“You sure you’re sure?”
“Yep.”
Matt waved the cigarette in his face, Mello slapping his hand away.
”Ow. Okay. Could’ve just said no.” Matt rolled his eyes, lighting one up. He brought it to his lips, turning his head to puff out a cloud of smoke away from Mello’s face.
”I did.”
He came and sat next to Mello, lazily throwing an arm over his shoulders.
”Get off me.”
”Why.”
”’Cuz I said so?” He did, so Matt did what he was told like a good boy, and kept his hands to himself.
”You’re being weird.” Mello said abruptly.
”I am?”
”Yeah. Like… I don’t know. You’re just fucking strange, I guess.”
”Oh, nice. Thanks.” Matt smiled at him.
”Welcome.”
And then they sat in silence, until Matt finished his cigarette, which was when Mello decided to lean in and kiss him.
He didn’t want to inhale any second-hand smoke, obviously, so he had to wait until Matt had stubbed it out and washed it down with a can of redbull.
Matt tasted like pure sugar and faint tobacco when Mello kissed him, his tongue tracing over his gums, lapping up the sweetness.
“You smell like men.” Matt said suddenly, pulling away.
”…Well, I am a guy.”
”Yeah, obviously. But you always wear perfume. Specifically expensive ones like Miss Dior. Your new boyfriend or whatever is a Lynx-loser.”
”A ‘Lynx-loser’?”
”Yeah. He wears Lynx. Lynx is for gimps.”
”Don’t you wear Lynx?”
”No, I wear Nivea.”
”Isn’t that worse?”
”No, Mello, it isn’t. You don’t know about cologne, okay? So just stick to your girly stuff, and take my word for it that your new guy sounds like a total jerk.”
”…You’re jealous.”
”Am not. Just stating the obvious.”
”You are so fucking jealous, it’s actually stupid.” Mello grinned, leaning into Matt. Matt blushed, rolling his eyes.
Maybe it had worked. Maybe Mello had gotten the desired effect, and he had made Matt atleast a little jealous, even if the redhead was too stoic and apathetic to show it.
If only he knew the rest of the story, that this so-called ‘boyfriend’ was indeed a loser that collected Lynx body sprays, and fucked like he was paralyzed from the waist-down.
But Matt doesn’t know that, so he can live in this petty, jealous fantasy that Mello’s created for him.
“He wears Lynx. I have nothing to be jealous about.”
”And he washes his hair.” Mello added.
”Does he want a medal?”
“And he has abs.” Very, very faint ones.
”Oh, he gets a trophy for that one.” Matt nodded. Mello only laughed, wrapping his arms around Matt’s neck as he pressed a light kiss to his cheek.
”Bed?” Mello suggested, and Matt stood straight up.
“Thought you’d never ask.” He said, pulling Mello with him. He would’ve picked him up, clearing the competition, but he would have probably ended up on the floor next to a very angry Mello, so, he didn’t.
He did, however, throw Mello onto the bed, landing over him with his hands on either side of his head.
“Did you change your hair?” Matt bundled a few strands, analysing it like a piece of evidence.
”Curled it a little. At the bottom. You like?” Mello smiled.
”It makes your face look kinda round.” Matt said, bluntly.
“…Right. I’ll remember that for next time.” His smile suddenly faultered, tone depleted.
”I’ll write it down for you.”
Matt is the only one that can make being such a dick so charming, Mello’s convinced.
He leaned in, pressing a kiss to Mello’s mouth. He carved out a pathway with his lips, trailing down to Mello’s jaw, to his neck, face setting against his chest as he gripped the zipper of his vest between his teeth, tugging it down.
“Oh…” Mello breathed in surprise, giggling through his teeth. ”Who taught you that?”
”Don’t worry about it.” Matt smirked, kissing down his stomach, nipping at his belly ring.
Mello’s hand dug into Matt’s hair, stroking it and playing with it.
Matt pulled Mello’s pants down, eyeing up his panties.
”This is slutty.” Matt commented casually, getting the leather down to Mello’s ankles, up and off. He’d gotten plenty of practice taking the tight material off throughout their many years of fucking, it was almost a talent.
”You like it.”
”Maybe.” Matt kissed Mello’s ankles, all the way up his legs, to his thighs, tongue tracing between his legs, not quite closing in on where Mello wanted him most.
Mello took slow, steady breaths, anticipating for the hot, wet feeling of Matt’s mouth. The space between his thighs was already dampening, fabric slicking everytime Matt’s nose so much as brushed over him.
”You’re like a girl,” Matt giggled, his usual grin splitting his lips.
Mello only rolled his eyes, “Get down there.” He pushed on Matt’s head, nudging him toward the noticeable bulge in his underwear. Matt smiled, and he leaned in, hand hooking onto his waistband as he pulled it down Mello’s thighs.
The minute the barrier had been lifted, Matt buried his head between his legs, licking up Mello’s shaft, taking him whole.
Mello felt himself hit the back of Matt’s throat, and he moaned, pulling his hair, pushing him down. Matt didn’t mind. He took a second to adjust, lapping at the base of Mello’s cock reverently.
His thighs squeezed around Matt’s head, foot sliding down the mattress a little as he got him in a vise.
Matt wouldn’t mind dying here, to be honest. It would be just like heaven, he thinks.
His head fell back against the comforter, hair slipping off his shoulders in a delicate, blond array.
Matt hollowed out his cheeks, tongue working expertly over Mello.
“Matt, god, I missed this.” He moaned, back arching off the mattress.
Matt pulled away, Mello whining uncontrollably at the absence of his touch.
”I thought you said you didn’t miss me.”
“I said I missed this—now, shut up. Don’t stop.” Mello shoved his head down again, Matt falling easily under his touch.
His mouth latched back onto him without hesitation, tongue flicking over his slit, grinding down his cock, slicking his length with saliva.
“Oh, fuck,” Mello gasped, struggling. He writhed underneath Matt’s mouth, squirming and shifting in a frenzy.
”Matt, Matt,” He moaned, pushing Matt’s head down, then tried to pry him back up, then shoved him back down, then ultimately settled on pulling him off with an explicit pop, Matt giving a kitten lick to the tip as if he couldn’t get enough.
”I thought you said ‘don’t stop’?”
”Yeah, I did. Well done.” Mello rolled his eyes, tone dripping sarcasm.
”Woah. You kinda sound like me.” He smirked, slowly crawling back up Mello’s body, a predatory gaze in his eyes, laced with his usual sweetness.
Mello grinned, staring up at Matt as they came face to face.
Mello leaned up to kiss him, Matt covering his mouth with his hand in rejection.
“Wait. I forgot to take my clothes off.” He said, and Mello just blinked at him, glaring.
”Hey, I won’t take too long.” Matt added, kissing Mello’s cheek.
”No, it’s fine. Take as long as you need, I don’t mind waiting.”
“I don’t know, something tells me you actually do mind waiting.” Matt smirked, sitting back on his knees. He took his shirt off, then moved down to his belt, making quick work of it.
He slid it through the loops, threw it onto the floor, then unbuttoned his jeans.
”See? Took me like, two seconds.” Matt said, and he was all over Mello again, hands caging his head in.
”Mhm.” Mello hummed, cupping Matt’s cheeks. He pulled him down for a kiss, lips sifting against eachother softly.
Gently, at first, then with a more renewed focus, Mello’s lips parting as Matt slid his tongue inside, licking into his mouth.
They made out, hips shifting against eachother, scratchy denim grinding against Mello’s bare length. He moaned into Matt’s mouth, already hard and aching, smearing cum over the front of Matt’s jeans. They pulled back from the kiss, slowly.
“You ready?” Matt said, pulling his boxers down. He never bothered with the curtesy of prep, he knew Mello could take it, because Mello’s strong, and Mello can handle anything.
”I have been.” Mello confirmed, and Matt took it and ran with it.
He shoved his jeans down to his ankles, awkwardly wrangling with himself to take them off. Mello stared, judgementally, and Matt just grinned at him.
Once they were off, officially, along with his boxers, he was ready. He was hard, and thick, and Mello blushed at the sight—his porcelain skin staining a pretty red.
Mello spread his legs, Matt slotting himself between them. He slipped in, surprisingly easy. Mello gasped, but the irony wasn’t lost on him, and he flushed in embarrassment.
Matt raised a brow, but said nothing. Good.
”Hey…” Mello wrapped his arms around Matt’s neck, lazily cocking his head to the side.
”Hey, baby.”
That sounds better. Way better coming from that mouth, rather than fucking Kyle’s.
Is his name even Kyle? Mello wouldn’t know. All he can think about right now is Matt.
Matt, who’s filling his senses, Matt, who smells like cigarettes and cheap cologne, tastes like sugar and smoke, and feels like fucking heaven.
“Your boyfriend probably has a small dick.”
”He’s not my boyfriend,” Mello confessed, pleasure glossing over his inhibitions. Matt drove into him, drew back slowly, then buried himself to the hilt, rubbing over Mello’s prostate with an accuracy that drowned him in an unfiltered bliss.
”Oh. You had me worried over nothing.”
”Sorry.”
”Hey,” Matt lightly tapped his cheek, “Don’t lower your standards for just anyone, okay?” He said, like he was the preacher of good advice.
”Unless it’s you.” Mello panted, nails scraping down Matt’s shoulders. He threw his head back against the mattress, a shaky breath falling from his lips, a deep shudder raking over his frame.
”Unless it’s me.” Matt reassured, emphasising his words with another brutal thrust of his hips.
”Oh, fuck—god, fuck me,” Mello moaned, legs hooking around Matt’s waist. He dug his heels into his back, pulling him impossibly closer.
”’M fucking you.” Matt said, and Mello slapped him across the face.
”Harder.” He demanded, and Matt obeyed, going harder, and faster, fucking Mello deep, rocking his world to hell and back.
Mello yelped, black, sharp nails digging harshly into Matt’s back, definitely trying to draw blood.
Matt groaned, and he sucked a breath in through his teeth, holding Mello’s squirming hips down.
Mello grabbed his hair, yanking his head back. He bit his neck, sucking at it and licking at it, red and purple splotches splashed over his pale skin.
Matt lost his grip, hand slipping uselessly onto the mattress. He gripped it, tight, fisting the sheets in his hands.
”Fuck, Mells,” Matt gasped, rhythm faltering. His strokes were getting messy, rushed—a range of different angles that explored each inch inside of Mello that made sparks burst behind his eyelids in hot, white explosions.
Mello’s body convulsed around Matt, plush walls squeezing around him. He came, a dam breaking as his orgasm flooded through his veins, thick ropes of release painting Matt’s abdomen in a glossy texture.
Matt watched in awe, one had coming up to tangle in Mello’s hair, the other pinning his wrist. He leaned in, kissing Mello hard, lips crashing together. Mello kissed him back, panting, gasping into his mouth in ragged, broken bursts.
His whole body was shaking violently, overwhelmed, feeling Matt’s own release, the hot rush of his orgasm that filled Mello completely, the blond moaning lewdly against Matt’s lips.
”So… was Kyle better?” Matt said, voice a lazy, tired rasp against Mello’s mouth.
Mello paused, ”…I never told you his name.”
”I know.”
Mello slowly pulled back to stare at him. That’s probably what he should’ve expected from sleeping with some shady hacker-tech boy.
”Oh my god. Oh my god, you actually are jealous. You’re that jealous, you’re stalking me!” Mello sat up, fast, pushing Matt back.
”Maybe. A little.” He shrugged, casually, as if that was normal. He pulled out, cum gushing out of Mello’s entrance and onto Matt’s sheets.
Mello turned over languidly, Matt landing next to him on the mattress. They just stared at eachother, and sure, maybe it made Mello just as bad as Matt, considering that he actually kind of enjoyed the fact Matt probably hacked into his contacts and dug through his stuff. He cares way more than he lets on, clearly, and Mello loves the attention.
Matt lit a cigarette, offering one to Mello.
“I quit.”
”Seriously? You quit? I thought you were just like… joking.”
”Yes, Matt, I quit.”
”Okay. Suit yourself.” Matt lit it, brought it to his lips and breathed in a smoggy cloud of probable cancer.
”I love you, Matt.”
Matt’s face dropped. His heart probably sank into his fucking stomach, fell all the way to his feet, and he awkwardly glanced around, choking on his cigarette.
Mello only laughed at him, “Oh my god, you look so fucking stupid. You look like I just killed your cat, or something.”
”You’re a dick, dude.” Matt rolled his eyes, pushing Mello away.
Mello was still giggling, high on the ecstasy Matt had given him; not literally, metaphorically, obviously.
Maybe half of him had meant it. The half that told him to run earlier, the half that won in the end, the half that was basically he reason he was here.
But he’s way too prideful to admit that. So, he won’t. And Matt can stay guessing, can stay waiting. For as long as Mello needs.