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Post by otakulady89 on Jan 13, 2012 22:06:22 GMT -5
Seeing the male debating over the shakes made it easy in Matt's mind to justify getting one. Even though he didn't really LIKE shakes, they melted too fast, he was sure that Mello'd like having an extra. So, it made up his mind. He grinned. "Yeah, urm... A double chocolate shake. With extra whipped cream." He nodded, figuring Mello'd like that.
Leaning against the window, he watched Mello pay, and shifted, his feet rubbing against the carpet on the floor of the car. He couldn't help but smile. Taking off his shoes, he threw the feet up onto the dashboard, and slid down into a comfy lounging position. Staring up at Mello, he grinned, green eyes dancing with glee, as he accepted the food from the male.
"So... Urm... Just so I'm forwarned? What... KIND of foolin' around are we going to be doing?" He really just wants to know if Mello's gonna throw the brakes on again, mostly cuz blue balls hurt. He'd never thought he'd see the day when he HAD them, but wow, life was grand.
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Post by Fateful on Jan 13, 2012 22:11:26 GMT -5
Mello turned to Matt, a surprised look on his face. he smiled, knowing that he didn't actually want it, and he appreciated the gesture. He got matt a few bacon cheese burgers, figuring he'd thank him later. He drove up a window and paid for the stuff and as he waited for it to come, he was trying to figrue out what they were going to do when they got back to Matt's house.
He didn't think sex was a good idea, considering neither one of them had ever done it before... If one of them got hurt before going to meet his parents, it would end the fucking world. So, they could probably just like.. fool around and whatever, like they did before. As long as they both could walk afterward, Mello didn't have a problem with it.
Once the food was loaded up in the car, Mello blushed as he drove. "W-Well... I don't think we should have sex, cause I want both of us to be able to walk when we go see my parents. But, we can sorta do everything before that. I owe you for cutting you off earlier today."
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Post by otakulady89 on Jan 13, 2012 22:15:29 GMT -5
The red-head chuckled, fries already being mainlined into his mouth and across his tongue. A few got lazy sucks, the salty greasy taste fantastic, while others were munched like carrots in the mouth of a rabbit. When he finished one order, he took the time to lovingly lick all of the lingering saltiness from his fingers.
"Yeah, makes sense... But there's a LOT of ground between foreplay and sex." He shrugged here, trying to pretend he was the knowledgable, experienced one. They both knew that neither of them were that knowledgable, or that experienced. But he was trying to give a mature, steady appearance for his poor Cross.
"And you don't owe me anything, Mel. I was happy to help you. You could never 'owe' me anything." He explained, carefully, and in no uncertain terms.
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Post by Fateful on Jan 13, 2012 22:44:53 GMT -5
Mello leaned toward him when they were at a red light and kissed his cheek. "Eat slower. Otherwise I'm going to be eating when you're sitting alone on your couch, waiting to go into the valley between foreplay and sex." He teased, smirking at him. "And I got you two bacon cheese burgers. I know you're hungry." Ugh... he was starting to sound his like mother and he hated that.
"Mattie..." he mumbled, not realizing he'd already given him a nickname, and it violated the rules of a nicknamed, considering it was longer than his actual name. "I do owe you, and... we can use this as a learning opportunity. I can work on my... oral skills." he teased, punching the gas once the light turned green. He took a sharp left, picking up his shake and drinking it as they headed toward Matt's apartment.
But, he was starting to get nervous. What... what if he was REALLY bad at this?
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Post by otakulady89 on Jan 13, 2012 22:48:59 GMT -5
Wow. Oh wow. Matt discovered, once again, just how bad it is to be a teenage boy with a significant other who liked to talk dirty. Because goddamn, if he didn't get hard just from the PROMISE of oral sex. This was gonna be a problem... He could tell already.
Looking up at the male, only to shift, and lean, trying not to fall over at the sharp turn, he watched Mello drink his shake. The other one was melting in the cupholder. Hopefully, Mell'd still like it. Green eyes shifted to the window. And from this lower angle, he couldn't tell where they were, or how many more streets till his house. He just.... couldn't get nervous, when he knew that the ride might go on forever.
"Hey... Mel? Do you ever think about running away? Just... driving and never looking back?" He asked. Random thought for a random day... He wondered though... it seemed like something the blonde would think about.
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Post by Fateful on Jan 13, 2012 22:56:09 GMT -5
The boner Matt sported amused Mello. Matt was easily excitable, and while that thrilled him, it also meant that he was going to have to watch what he said in front of his parents. He was terrified of saying the wrong thing. If he screwed up and Matt... No. He couldn't think that. Matt would never hurt him, or do anything that would hurt him. So, he let the thoughts drift away as they approached Matt's house.
"We can work on your control." he mumbled quietly, around his straw. "if there's one thing I learned growing up in a catholic house, ti was control." he teased.
Mello was surprised by the question. He opened his mouth to reply, but closed it and sighed. "Yeah." He mumbled. "My dad wants me to join the Marines when I turn 18, instead of going to college. He said that I'm smart and I could always go later. Neither one of my parents know that I write... My dad would see it as a sissy boy talent, and my mom would disapprove because it's artistic and not productive. I... I hate them, but at the same time, I want to believe they love me, and they're treat me as they do for my benefit. I've run away a few times, but I don't usually get too far. The farthest I ever got was about 25 miles, and when my dad found me, he drove half way home before stopping to beat the shit out of me in some gas station bathroom. I ran away from the straight camp they sent me to half a dozen times... Honestly, I know I'd be happier without them, but I don't think I can work and study, and I don't have a shitty enough life to justify running away and being homeless for nothing."
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Post by otakulady89 on Jan 13, 2012 23:01:31 GMT -5
The reply he received was definately something he knew Mello had thought about a lot. The red-head sat, silent, for a moment, mulling it over. He wanted his reply to be careful, wanted to show that he supported Mello, but that he wasn't going to let the boy talk down to himself like this.
He swallowed, opening his mouth, and deciding to just jump in. "Well... I think... That if they really loved you... Then they'd listen to what you want, and then HELP you succeed. Rather than forcing you to be what they want you to be. And... And that's what I want to do. To Help you." He paused here.
Looking to the blonde, he smiled, "Listen... I make about... eighteen hundred a month. Just working on the sites. So... If you ever need a place to stay... Or... Y'know, someone to support you, while you're in school... Or if you get tired of them... You have a home. You're not homeless." Sitting up, he gently took Mello's hand off the gear-shift and held it tightly.
"You have a home with me."
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Post by Fateful on Jan 13, 2012 23:09:14 GMT -5
If they really loved you... The blonde felt betrayed by those words and gritted his teeth, trying not to suddenly feel betrayed by his family. Tears started to migrate into his eyes and he hated himself for believing Matt to be right. His parents never asked him what he wanted, they never gave him a choice; they never wanted him to be anything but what his father wanted. And, for years, Mello accepted that, because those expectations had been beaten into him. But his writing reflected something else that he wanted: and he had to quell that desire for them. And he hated himself for having to lie to everyone. He had to be someone else to write, and to be happy, and, for some reason, that just made Matt taking his hand worse. He stopped at a stop sign, not quite sure what to do.
Turning to face Matt, he stared, wondering if the red head really made that much money, or if he just wanted Mello to feel secure. He leaned toward Matt and kissed him, without saying anything. "Thank you." He stated, smirking at him and starting to drive when the Hummer beside him came alive with a loud blaring horn. He parked in Matt's garage and grabbed the food from the car and headed into the house to eat.
"Come on. let's go upstairs." Although Mello knew all the blood from last night was cleaned, he still didn't want to have any fluids from himself or Matt above that or a could-be corpse. "I might even let you feed me."
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Post by otakulady89 on Jan 13, 2012 23:55:03 GMT -5
The red-head wished he could say more, wished he would do something to make that Thank you not so heartbreaking. But it was, and it will be for the rest of his life. Matt didn't stay anything until they parked, getting out and heading into the house. Surprisingly, it was pretty clean. Which was strange, just because that meant that the clean-up crew had been there...
He wondered how Uncle Tito was doing?
Pushing that thought out of his head, he headed up the stairs with his blonde boyfriend, and grinned, "Feed you? Oooooh, I like that idea." Opening the door to his bedroom, he revealed that it had begun to grow a slow creeping of clothes and boxes and things, cleanlinest the least of Matt's worries.
"Soooo, I get to feed you?" He grinned, moving closer.
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Post by Fateful on Jan 13, 2012 23:58:44 GMT -5
Mello went upstairs with Matt. not realizing that he was heart broken by the Thanks Mello had offered him. "Yeah, if you want to feed me, I guess I could allow that." As strange as it sounded, Mello trusted Matt. Sure, it was sorta stupid to let someone else feed you fries and burgers, but hey, there was no harm in it, right? So, he smiled and laid down on Matt's bed, gesturing for the red head to come sit with him.
"Yeah, you can feed me, but if you get me all dirty, I won't let you clean me up." He smirked, loving the way he could say anything to Matt and he'd play along. That and the overexcited nature of his bodyw as pretty hot too.
Once Matt was on the bed with him, Mello smirked. "Well, get on with it. I'll let you put anything in my mouth, so, if you want to blindfold me to make this a leap of faith..." He paused, wondering if he could go back on it. "T-Then I'll let you blindfold me."
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Post by otakulady89 on Jan 14, 2012 0:05:12 GMT -5
Blindfold? Matt's body went from zero to fifty in two point five blinks, and he blushed, crossing his legs, and sitting on the bed. Picking up a fry, he tried to be sensual, carefully dragging it along the blonde's lips, but something was off.
They were both so nervous, it was like two chickens in a slaughterhouse, trying to get close to one another. It didn't work out well. But he kept trying, shaking his head and staring down into blue eyes. "No... I kinda wanna see your eyes. They're... So pretty, I want to be able to watch them."
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Post by Fateful on Jan 14, 2012 0:09:11 GMT -5
Mello was almost relieved by the answer, so he nodded and leaned upward, licking teh fry that was offered to his lips. he made sure not to bite it, willing to let Matt tease him for a little while. "Yeah... I like your eyes too." he mumbled, blushing.
So, Mello opted to make Matt happy and keep his eyes open. Or, mostly open, he was still blinking. But he was tense, almost worried that he'd screw up and do something unsexy. I mean... people did this right? N-Not with fast food, he knew, it was usually something high end, but they were teenagers... they had to start somewhere, right?
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Post by otakulady89 on Jan 14, 2012 0:13:33 GMT -5
Green eyes followed that tongue, and the blush was just freakin' adorable. He purred a little, and leaned forward, dropping the fry completely onto Mello's tongue, before chasing it with his own. Just enough of a tongue kiss to lick the salt off of the fries, before pulling back and following suit with a small bite of burger.
This, he transferred to the other's mouth with a deft flick of his tongue, pulling back to watch him chew. Y'know... This... wasn't exactly... SEXY, but... it was very, very fulfilling. Somehow, Matt felt closer to the blonde, just by being able to feed him like this. It was... It was...
Spiritual, maybe? No, that wasn't the right word... He didn't know a word for how warm and loving this made him feel.
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Post by Fateful on Jan 14, 2012 0:27:49 GMT -5
Mello leaned up to kiss Matt gently, eating what was in his mouth and swallowing it before Matt's mouth returned to his own. Without warning, he flushed suddenly, and a weak smile came to his face. O-Oh god.. He... he was literally FEEDING him. The blushed darkened and he wasn't sure what to do. But he didn't fight, he ate what was dropped in his mouth. They'd made out, so what was the difference? Matt wasn't chewing his food, so he was fine with this... very intimate gesture.
Once he swallowed what was in his mouth, he looked up at Matt, laughing. God, he was so nervous. "Y-You're actually way better at making this sexy than I thought..." he whispered, still flushed. "N-No offense..."
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Post by otakulady89 on Jan 14, 2012 0:31:09 GMT -5
A grin spread across freckled cheeks, and a flush followed suit. Matt had hoped that Mello would like it. He'd wanted every moment that the blonde spent with him to be full of love and warmth and hope. He didn't want Mello to ever feel about him the way he did about his parents. He didn't want him to feel trapped.
Another bite of the hamburger, and he settled that on Mello's tongue too. Watching him closely, he waited for the signs that he was finished, before taking a big mouthful of that shake of his, wincing at the cold and the chocolate, before sliding that into his love's mouth as well, letting one of his hands come up to rest on a cheek, before sliding through blonde hair, this kiss lasting longer, Matt sliding his tongue through the chocolate too, as if to tease the blonde.
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