It isn’t surprising, considering how long the two had been together, that they would be so very close. Darkness wrapped around them as the pair lay side by side in the twin bed they shared in the decrepit and miserable looking motel room. One stirred awake. He looked at the other, drowning out the sound of the distant cars and crickets with his gentle breathing and watching the movement of his side, up and down. He was so enthralled by the quite tranquility of his long time friend.
Up and down went his chest in peaceful, hushed breaths. A younger-looking boy pushed strands of gold out of his face and peered at him, the picture of silent perfection. How he hated it. Thoughts of his cohort flooded his mechanical mind but he quickly swept them away with the smirk that spread across his lips.
“Dumb ass” he whispered spotting the goggles still carelessly hanging from the other’s neck. He reached his hand over, releasing the strap but was stricken by the sudden raise of his friend’s hand to grab his. In panic, he tossed the goggles to the side of the room with his other hand, only to witness matt gently kissing and stroking the helpless fingers, still enrobed in a child-like slumber. For a moment, the golden haired boy smiled absently, indulging in the saccharine secret that remained even to him.
The smile left him abruptly and he ripped his hand reluctantly away, still the feeling of the kisses lingering on his hand. A cold moment passed and he frowned to himself in the blanket of black and neon light coming through the slotted, crooked blinds. There was little movement outside of the room, the light flickered a few times and finally went to bed with the rest of the world. Nothing of any great significance, but inside, a battle raged within the delicate imbalance of the filigree-topped powder keg.
He shook it off and laid back down, cool as before at the other’s side. His body refused to let him sleep. There was something in him that begged for the red-head lying next to him. Begging to rip and ravage him like he did in his drea-.
“Sleep, damn it,” He repeated to himself, trying not to look at him. “Matt’s…Matt…the lady killer. And fuck… I’m ME” he rolled on his side only to find his fingers inadvertently resting on Matt’s waist. Sleepily, he followed the red and black stripes of his shirt around the front and back again, slight pressure massaging the warm skin beneath the cotton fabric. In the moment, his fingernails pressed in. A small sigh escaped Matt’s throat and he panicked again. He couldn’t tell if he had woken Matt up or not, but decided to roll over on his side and sadly go to sleep as well.
*****
“Mello” a voice shouted over obnoxiously loud rock music and the chocolate-muffled screams that went along with it. “Mello, what the fuck are you doing?” matt walked in with his trusty game boy and an unlit cigarette held lazily between his lips. “Are you trying to make my head explode?” He asked with a tired grunt.
“Sure, how the hell else am I supposed to get you out of that god damned bed, sleepy head?” Mello pushed his hair over a side of his face to cover his scar. A striking, cold blue eye pierced matt as mello pounced over the couch to turn up the music just to spite him. “ANY BETTER?” he shouted with a grin, rocking his head up and down to the beat.
“PERFECT!” he howled back, trudging outside of the motel room to light a cigarette. God only knows it had been more than eight hours since his last one.
Mello stood in silence for a while and turned off the stereo. He wondered what had happened to him last night. Why was he so fascinated, so inhered with matt? He watched him leaning in the doorway, blowing a puff of white smoke smoothly out of that strong mouth as his raspberry hair shined almost translucently in the light of the city sun. The sound of a leather- clad hand striking skin was heard when mello knocked himself out of his awkward day-dream. Angrily, he snatched an unopened bar of chocolate off of the counter and ripped the foil from it.
Breaking off a piece and gripping it in his teeth, mello wondered what was going through that red-topped skull.
“It’s a hot day… not much to do here, is there?” Matt looked through the tinted lenses over to mello, stomping out the ember of the cigarette beneath his boot. “You look really out of it, man. What’s up?” mello’s complexion was ashen and he could feel his nerves fighting their battle with his stomach. He fiddled with the beads around his neck, playing with the red cross at the end.
“Yeah…” the exasperated and frustrated blonde took a deep breath, walking toward the door and innocently sliding passed matt. Shudders went through him as mello’s body pressed against his in a brief moment. “You hungry?” he coved coolly, munching away on his candy and showing no further indication of his shaky state.
“U-uh…yeah. Why not? Are you going out?” He tried to shake the sublime feeling of his friend’s form slipping passed him.
“Yup, I’ll be back in a bit.” The gravel of the motel parking lot crunched under his black leather boots. The sun was hot. The sky, to his dismay, showed not a single cloud. A man stood against the building smoking, and the torture of the sweet smell was unbearable. Matt’s face stuck in his mind.
*******
Back at the room, Matt was trying to make use of him self, trying to find something to do, something to take his mind off of what he thought could be wrong with mello. The look on his face, the pail skin (pailER that is). Matt could see his face, so cold, so strong, so attractive. “Huh….” His mind wondered for a while. He wanted to feel his body against mello’s again. He wanted so very much to feel, taste, smell…what he did that moment. There was a heat sent through him. The same slapping sound was heard from matt. He wanted a cigarette.
He reached into his vest pocket and, to his consternation, nothing. The low hum of numerous trucks speeding over the interstate broke his silent worry. Throwing himself onto the tinged and torn sofa, he gripped his game boy firmly in his hand. Playing it surprisingly gave little comfort. Finally, mello walked in the door.
“Hey…what-“mello’s voice was interrupted by matt’s.
“It’s late…” he wouldn’t look up from his game to his frazzled friend. “Where were you?” there was a long pause between the two boys, and for the first time in their long friendship, tension was the only feeling that they shared. Matt blushed. “Well…I meant… fuck it, never mind.” Mello’s mouth frowned with the frustration of the day, yet harkened with curiosity.
“Matt…I am not going to fuck around with you tonight, why were you freaking’ out? I was gone for two hours.” He stared at him intently, eyes still glued to his game system. The red head got up from the sofa, walking towards his backpack on the table to see if there was any hope for a cig. He said nothing, this infuriated mello, and his stance shifted to a familiar angry posture. He strode across the floor and snatched matt’s wrist from the backpack pocket. Being close enough to a wall, mello was able to tack the helpless hand up against it with massive force.
He couldn’t help it anymore. The tension and impede built up inside of the slender, fair frame was becoming too much for him, ripping at and begging him for release. Matt’s pulse was beating into his finger tips, making him grip tighter, hearing him whimper slightly at the pressure.
After a short hiatus in movement, mello cleaved the yellow goggles from matt’s face, revealing the emerald eyes he rarely saw. At this point, anybody could guess that matt thought his friend was about to seriously murder him. He gaped into the large, fiery blue gaze of the one he new more than anybody in the world. His eyes expanded. The beat mello felt was faster. His breathing became quicker and his speech restricted. For no particular reason, the hum outside stopped and the neon light flickered away with it. Dark…silence…
Mello’s face became closer to matt’s, lips expelling soft, controlled breaths. Neither of the two said anything, but in their minds, they were screaming for one another. Matt knew this now, but couldn’t say. “What did you mean”, mello finally asked softer this time but gripping tighter and tighter on his wrist. He stopped the progression of his face towards matt’s all that matt could picture in his mind was the joining of their lips. The sensation of mello’s body brushing passed him in the door way, how it felt for a brief moment to have the leather jacket slip over him. The reprieve that he might finally grasp in what he wanted. God did he want him.
“I…” he stammered, trying to think of some excuse. You needed his help with a level…the motel room was about to burn down. You turned on the radio earlier and there was a mad serial killer on the loose!! You wanted him so badly you would have crawled through a desert of broken glass and starving crazed weasels just to kiss him. Anything. “ I… god I have no answer for you” he expelled quickly, crushing his lips against the blonde’s. There was no surprise or shock on the part of mello. The moment was too perfect. He pressed back firmly, clutching his arm tighter still while seizing the other, and jamming it against the wall. Matt groaned, letting mello take over once again, as with everything.
The scarlet haired boy opened his lips slightly, body tensing and stiffening under the pressure of mello’s mello took one hand away from matt’s arms and placed it on his shoulder as he ran his tongue softly over the other’s lower lip. Finally he released the other arm and ran the free hand through the ruby hair and down his strong neck, caressing fervently. The two moaned sweetly before the kiss was broken, allowing them to fight for the air evading them.
Matt shivered once or twice, trying like hell to remember a time he kissed any woman, any girl, anybody else, and felt such electricity as he did with mello. Nobody could be more perfect, more soothing and familiar. He could never want anybody more than he wanted mello at this moment in the dark, almost dreamlike environment that surrounded them.
Mello’s manner became slightly gentler. Breathing became steadier. Apparently, the minds were made up and there was no 180… No turn around from here. His hands traversed down his neck and rested on matt’s shoulders as his face hovered close, lips begging. Mello smiled again, a rare smile that matt was happy to observe.
“You too?” he laughed passionately kissing into him again. Fever rising again, their lips locking together, bodies rocking jointly. Mello’s mind burned for him. His hips impelled matt’s compelling the fabric of their pants to tighten. Matt let out a louder groan this time, breaking away from mello’s lips and wrapping his hands round his waist. His jade eyes pierced the thick blackness of the room as he massaged up and down the blond boy’s form. He pulled his pelvis closer to his own, until they couldn’t grow more fixed.
“Uuuuh huh… his mouth attached itself to mello’s neck, zealously kissing the boy’s flesh with a surprising hunger. Mello melted into him, savoring every gentle yet ardent tear of matt’s porcelain teeth, every kiss from his downy lips.
Finally, he regained control of his body, playfully and smoothly grabbing matt’s neck, devouring him in return. He could feel the vibration of matt’s moans. The laughing matt panted heavier, clawing the back of mello’s vest. Could this really be happening outside of his head?
The struggle was over. The kiss was broken once again as mello tugged the shirt up and over his intoxication’s head. That was discarded across the room. Matt did the same, aggressively taking down the zipper of mello’s vest and pushing it to the side. Mello’s lips ran up and down matt’s neck, letting his hands roam freely about his body. They moved from his face, neck…pectorals, stomach…zipper.
With not a moment of hesitation, mello kissed his way down the boy’s beautiful body and found his way to his knees, staring up at him for a good moment before proceeding. Matt placed his hand atop the golden tresses, and gently over the scar never removing his gaze. Mello’s nimble fingers reached the zipper of Matt’s ripped denim jeans. Matt swallowed with anticipation.
He took Matt in his hand, and ran the fingers over the length of his member before gently rubbing and stroking it. His lips caressed the flushed flesh of matt’s stomach as the other hand continued to massage him. Matt allowed his head to shift back, sighing loudly in delight. His hand still ran through Mello’s hair. “Mel…” he staggered, breathing becoming more labored.
Mello’s lips found their way to the tip of him, kissing and massaging it with his mouth. This went on for an amount of time only describable by matt as days before he took him in his mouth, wrapping his lips completely around matt’s manhood whilst his hands continued to massage his hips, waist, and stomach. Matt bit his lip in a desperate attempt to hold back a roar of ecstasy.
Desperately, he grasped the back of Mello’s head to pull him up for another passionate kiss. His fingers wrapped around the long, golden locks, resulting in a gasp of surprise and pleasure. Matt grinned deviously, a new sense of lust washing over him, he forcibly whirled their bodies so that Mello was driven into the wall now. Panting, he reached down to mello’s button and fiercely began peeling away the shiny black leather pants.
Mello’s eyebrow rose, “Not wasting time, are we?” He laughed yanking him up to his lips once again and shoving him to the floor. Mello stood to look down on him for a few stifling moments, him, the very picture of his desires, sitting and panting up at him. The one that he could see himself loving in many ways for the rest of their lives. Kneeling on the floor beside him, he nearly glared into his eyes. Running his slender fingers through the auburn strands of hair, he gazed hungrily through the darkness.
“How bad do you want it?..” He whispered, moving his hand around Matt’s chest and a finger around a nipple, feeling him exhale another shaky breath at his touch. “How bad do you want me inside of you?”
The emeralds grew and strikingly shone through the black. It was all Mello could do not to blush. Matt’s face went red and he couldn’t speak for a few moments. Mello’s words made him shudder strongly.
“I asked you…” his lips spread again in a smirk as he positioned himself over matt and placed a gentle yet teasing hand between his thighs. Still the eyes widened. “How badly…” their lips met again and as they broke he whispered softly to his mouth, “do you want it?”
Matt’s free hands made their way up the blonde’s body and they rested on his slender yet boyish waist. “So badly that I can’t take it anymore.” Mello massaged his neck and prominent collar bone firmly, taking his other hand to part matt’s legs the rest of the way. He paused, finally kneeling between them.
“Say it…” his tone grew a little bit more forceful, but in a way that made matt’s body ache and crave him even more. His lip was almost bleeding from biting it. What he wanted was to hear him speak like this again. He said nothing.
“Say it…” teeth sunk into Matt’s flesh, making him yelp and shake harder still. A pot of water could be boiled on his skin.
“I want you! God I really do…please…please.” He lay there helplessly waiting for his response. Brighter still he turned of embarrassment at his plea. He blinked a few times and in the calm stared up at his giver of mercy. “I need you.” The sincerity in his voice scared Mello but at the same only made him want to link their bodies together even more.
Not another word was said before Mello situated himself firmly in the right position. Matt could feel his friend’s manhood growing stiff and pressed against him. Mello furrowed his brow, trying to push him self into matt’s opening while causing him minimal pain. Matt bit his lip intensely and soon found the mineral taste of blood filling his mouth and Mello bent to kiss him savoring the saccharine red. He gripped himself to Mello, holding to him for dear life as he continued to drive inside.
Never before had he felt such pain, but never before such gratification and contentment. Finally, Mello’s body was accepted by Matt’s and he was free to rock back and forth into him, forcing his shaft in and out gently, still trying not to hurt him. Matt’s finger nails nearly pierced the skin of Mello’s back as he hold on, pressing him self in rhythm with the sweet pulse of their hips.
“Ah! Don’t stop, Mel... p-please don’t stop” he continued to hold himself close and kiss and gnaw the skin of his neck and ears with the charmingly, slightly crooked teeth. They were able to pump harder into each other now, matt allowing Mello to freely rip in and out of him, both overwhelmed by indescribable delight.
“I…don’t intend on it.” Mello grinned devilishly as his hips pushed harder still. Sounds were now freely escaping the two’s throats: moans, groans, sighs, the common ‘yes’ and different silent words and even the occasional inaudible ‘I love you’. The bare skin. The musical noise of the breathing and sighing. All of it drove them both crazy. Another thrust…another… when finally the last force was exerted by Mello and mat pushed as hard as his body would let him against it, adhering his scorching flesh to Mello’s. They both cried loudly as they both released themselves of the years of torture and pressure constructed between them.
Matt ran his hands over mello’s chest as they lay there for a few moments.
He was completely speechless. As he watched the beautiful blonde boy arranged himself next to him, allowing him to lay with his arms around him. He couldn’t help by grin ear to ear. ‘What in god’s name just happened?’ at this point, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that the pair was together. Since they could remember, one had always been all the other had. It would always be that way. Didn’t matter how: close friends, more, cohorts, etc. Submerged in this thought, the red head was able to rest, and lull into a deep and contented sleep.
Mello’s let matt rest his face on his chest while he looked about the room listening to his breathing and heart beat. Sweet and candid, he kissed matt’s forehead and hugged him close. The previous battles inside of him were at last put to sleep with all possible worry and doubt. Once obnoxious and uneasy, the outside traffic whizzed over the highway in a way as serine and calm as one can expect from an interstate convoy. The previously taunting and lonely darkness now embraced him with the arms of matt.
Now, the fire-cracker of a boy was at last silenced even if only for a temporary amount of time. His eyes wondered to the window where the light from the street lamp was allowed entry. The lids of his eyes became heavy and began to close, and he went to sleep with the light, and the rest of the world.
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