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Post by Fateful on Jan 14, 2012 0:44:53 GMT -5
"Mmm!" Mello moaned as the slightly warm chocolate shake entered his mouth. He leaned upward, arm around Matt's check, drinking the treat. He moved, so he was almost sitting up, sucking and playing with the red head's tongue, wanting to claim the sweet, cold flavor from his mouth. And his entire mouth still tasted like chocolate.
Because, oh GOD he wanted this desperately. A soft moan escaped him and he squirmed, just a little, and he forgot the food, leaning against Matt, climbing into his lap. His tongue traced over the others, and he pulled back, panting, remembering he had to breathe. "I don't want to be too late..." he mumbled, smirking, realizing he was completely in Matt's lap, both arms laced around his neck. "I-I don't want to cut you off... b-but... maybe we should do something besides e-eating?"
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Post by otakulady89 on Jan 14, 2012 0:57:02 GMT -5
The red-head was surprised by the sheer sudden neediness in his blonde's countenance. But it was hot, and Matt's hormones responded just as eagerly as his heart did. His arms wrapped around a slim waist, and when Mello was firmly settled, he panted against that hot mouth.
"That... sounds amazing... I am SO hard right now." He whined, his body leaning up into the one arching in his lap. "You are SO hot when you get into it, and I love you SO much, man... You have NO idea." He breathed, wondering in some distant part of his mind, if that was the first time he told Mello that.
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Post by Fateful on Jan 14, 2012 1:36:20 GMT -5
Mello laughed. "Y-Yeah... I am too." He leaned forward, kissing Matt's neck. He let the red head feel him as he learned closer. The red head was going a fairly goof job poking through his jeans, rubbing against Matt's right thigh. This was going somewhere pretty fast, and the blonde wasn't sure how to react to being told that he was loved. His mother always told him she loved him, but his father almost never did. Actually, he couldn't remember his father telling him that he loved him. But whatever.
It was in the past.
And, this was too good to ruin it. Even if the blonde wasn't sure if he loved Matt as much as Matt loved him. "I love you too." He mumbled, shifting in the other's lap. "What do you... um... w-want to do? E-Exactly?"
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Post by otakulady89 on Jan 14, 2012 8:07:27 GMT -5
Matt couldn't help but grin. He'd always wanted to try something but never thought he would have a partner to do it with. He shifted, pushing Mello's but onto the bed, but keeping his thighs up over his own. Looking into Mello's eyes, his hand wandered down, undoing his own jeans, and then working on the laces of Mello's pants.
Meanwhile, to keep the other boy from questioning too much, Matt leaned forward, kissing him softly, trying to draw him into a full-blown makeout session. Because THAT would make his night.
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Post by Fateful on Jan 14, 2012 18:46:34 GMT -5
Blue eyes watched pale hands and the blonde wanted to question what the red head was going to do exactly. His eyes closed however when Matt kissed him and he moaned softly, leaning forward, a hand capturing Matt's red locks, wanting more of that amazing body, because god, he was hot. A moan escaped him, and he shifted, not sure of what Matt wanted him to do.
So he remained as still as he could, exclusing his mid section, would leaned toward Matt, wanting to close the gap between them, because god it just seemed so unneeded. But the blonde wouldn't screw up what Matt wanted. So he wanted, long fingers pulling at red hair, before his other hand pulled the goggles off Matt's eyes. He hadn't realized how much they got in the way until now. he tossed them on the bed beside them and continued, tongue meeting Matt's, just inside his mouth.
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Post by otakulady89 on Jan 14, 2012 21:06:45 GMT -5
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Post by Fateful on Jan 17, 2012 21:44:43 GMT -5
Mello dressed quickly after their shower and sighed. He grabbed a burger and his melted shake, drinking it down anyway. he knew that he couldn't brush his teeth without his parents being suspicious, so he just started to much as they gathered their stuff. "Pack a bag. My parents might let you sleep over if they like you. A-And I think it'd help them start to get used to us, a-as long as we don't make out or anything." A weak smile met his lips as he started to stuff his mouth with the burger he bought a few hours ago.
"We can just leave it in the car, and if they say yes, you can go get it."
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Post by otakulady89 on Jan 17, 2012 22:12:34 GMT -5
Matt, on the other hand, was trying to use gel and a comb to tame his wild mop of red hair, which wasn't helping, really because, like any beast, it refused the yoke put on it, after so many years of freedom. So matt just came out of the bathroom looking like he had permanent wet hair.
"Don't laugh." He pouted, as he shrugged into a long-sleeve striped shirt, throwing a black tank over it and his skin-tight jeans. His boots and his vest were next. Then, he threw together a bag, and nodded. "Ready when you are!"
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Post by Fateful on Jan 17, 2012 22:27:41 GMT -5
Mello bit his lip to stop from laughing and shook his head. "A-Alright..." He mumbled, trying as hard as he could not to laugh at his boyfriend. He grabbed a brush that he left for his own hair and pulled Matt over and started to brush the red mop of hair. He manipulated the locks to brush it the best way he could, and then continued to brush until the locks were smooth and Mello could run his fingers through the other's hair.
"Much better. Now come on." He stated, going outside the apartment and to his car. He drove home, as the sun was setting. Once he got home, he went inside. His father was watching tv, and his mother was in the kitchen. The house smelled like warm bread.
Ivan stood up. "About time you got your ass home, boy. Where the hell were you?"
Mello walked toward his father. "We went to the library, sir. We have a test in calculus on Monday and Matt is better at math than I am. He said he'd tutor me, since he was coming over."
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Post by otakulady89 on Jan 17, 2012 22:40:46 GMT -5
Jesus christ, was this guy related to the nazis or something?! He was huge, he was blonde, and he was scary! Matt held out his hand, like a good boy, and nodded, "H-Hello sir... Th-thank you f-for h-having me in your h-home tonight..."
Be polite. Be polite and you might live! That was all Matt could think.
In the kitchen, a dulcet voice called, "Mello, now that you're home, dear could you set the table?" Isabella called, her russian accent poking through every now and then.
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Post by Fateful on Jan 18, 2012 1:39:51 GMT -5
Ivan eyed Matt, irritated because he had not yet addressed the kid. He stalked over to the lanky boy, taking in his appearance. He didn't shake his hand, but was staring, judging him. "So, you're Matt..." He finally said, taking the other's hand and near crushing it as they shook hands. "Alright, I suppose I can accept that. Mihael's so damn stubborn." He glanced to his son.
"In the kitchen to help your mother, now." He moved his head toward the kitchen.
Mello nodded, jogging into the kitchen to help his mother. He set four places at the table and then walked over to his mother, smiling at her. "Do you need my help?" He asked, knowing that he usually helped her. he enjoyed cooking, it was calming, and his father allowed him to partake in this domestic skill because the boy enjoyed it and talked to his mother. That meant Ivan could find out what the kid wanted or what was happening in his life without having to stomach having a conversation with his... complicated child.
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Post by otakulady89 on Jan 18, 2012 21:22:55 GMT -5
Isabella chuckled, as her eager son came into the kitchen, her hands wrist deep in dough for fresh rolls. She looked towards the boy, her blue eyes sparkling. "I could use a bit. Would you please start peeling the potatoes for the au-gratin?" She asked, chuckling.
Matt, however, was NOT chuckling, left alone with the giant blonde bastard. He swallowed nervously, his hand still stinging from the crushing he'd just given it. He couldn't help but whine a little, under his breath. Watching Ivan sit back down, he wondered how anyone could do to their child what THIS man had done to his Cross, his Mello.
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Post by Fateful on Jan 18, 2012 21:50:45 GMT -5
Mello looked out the small opening between the kitchen and the living room. He was worried that his father would hurt Matt. He might swing in an attempt to fake the other out. "Do you think Dad likes him?" he mumbled, not really able to tell, but was sure his father disapproved. Mello wasn't the classic definition of shy, he was just insecure, so that made it hard for him to make friends. He was starting to get better at it, but still, he was worried that he'd suck at it.
Ivan glared at Matt, watching the red head shift awkwardly. "Well? Don't---"
"Matt, come in here and help me." Mello interrupted, knowing that he shouldn't have interrupted his father, but at the same time, he didn't want Matt to get yelled at. He loved him too much to let him suffer his father's wrath. He washed the potatoes and grabbed a knife, starting to peal them, showing skill with a knife as he took off thin layers of the skin.
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Post by otakulady89 on Jan 18, 2012 23:12:00 GMT -5
Isabella didn't know. She herself didn't know what to think of the red-head that shuffled in. Awkward, silent, green eyes darting everywhere, as if memorising the escape hatches. She sighed a little, before smiling again, "I think your father will need time before he makes a decision, Mihael."
Standing awkardly in the doorway, Matt watched the two, thankful to be away from the blonde hulk. The sound of Mello's mother's voice was heavenly, and he smiled, wondering if that's what HIS mother would have sounded like.
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Post by Fateful on Jan 18, 2012 23:20:47 GMT -5
Mello wasn't sure what to think. He could see the judgement in his mother's eyes. He didn't like that his parents were so judgmental. Even though they could never know he loved Matt as he did, why couldn't they just accept him as his friend? Yeah, Matt was awkward, but he was sweet. Once he felt more comfortable, he'd start talking more. That was really all they needed. "Yeah... I guess so." He mumbled with a sigh.
Once Matt came into the room, Mello couldn't help but smile. "Come here." He said, moving his fingers, beckoning him to come closer. As far as Mello knew, Matt didn't have any domestic skills at all, so he was sure that he was going to have to teach him how to do it, or just have him do something simple, like wash things.
"Mom, do you want Matt to help us?"
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