Nobody Likes a Back Seat Gamer
I sprayed the crowd randomly, not sure exactly why they had to die, all I knew was that it was very important that they did. Turning the corner on the street now crowded with flaming cars and policemen trapped behind a wall of flaming rubble, I strolled through the entrance and into my favourite clothes store. Walking through doors always took such a long time. It was almost as if I was waiting for the whole shop to just pop into existence.
When I was done hanging around in the peculiar no place that existed between areas I browsed for some clothes that I could afford. Finding none I decided to shoot the proprietor in the head. I didn't feel bad about it, I had a feeling I would see him again. Exiting the store, it was apparent that the cops had completely forgotten about my earlier rampage, one even stopped to say hello, but he swiftly moved on.
I decided I should probably get on with my mission. I hijacked a car, but finding it wasn't my favourite type of car I set off in pursuit of a cooler looking vehicle. Capturing it, I set off turning right-
"No, no, no, Matt. The map is telling you to go left! Turn left!" I turn around to see Mello leaning on the back of the couch staring at the screen. He doesn't seem to notice my glaring. Ignoring him, I continue to turn right, finding a few police cars that look like they need to be set on fire. I get out of my car and select the shotgun. I take aim and-
"What are you doing Matt?! The police are just gonna come after you if you do that!" Letting out a frustrated sigh and turn once again to the annoying blonde behind me.
"Do you mind, Mello? I'm trying to play my game here."
"Yeah well, you're playing it wrong. I thought getting more stars filled in was bad."
"Look, I don't tell you how to study, so don't tell me how to game. Besides, I thought you were busy." The last part I say a little scornfully. I had wanted to mess around a bit after class, but noooooo, Mr. Brain-Box here had to be all like "OMG! Eek, there's a math test coming up in like a year, and I haven't studied at all! Wah wah wah, Near is gonna get like two points more than me and L won't love me anymore! Wah wah wah!" So I figure: Screw that! I'm gaming.
"I was studying, but now I'm bored... And your game looks interesting...Teach me how to play?"
"Hah! You're crap at any kind of video game Mello, and you know it. Go back to studying or something." I reply, not even bothering to take my eyes off the screen.
"-TT-, that is so not true! What about that Super Maria Princess thing... I was okay at that." I pause the game, turning to glare at him fully.
"Mello, first of all: it's Super Mario Bros, not Super Maria Princess. And secondly, you were so bad I had to physically restrain you to stop you from breaking my DS out of frustration." I unpause and continue, hoping he'll take the hint and piss off.
"Aw, come on, Matt. Entertain me." he whines, stretching out the last syllable of 'entertain'. Pfft, like whining is gonna get me to do what he wants. He starts to kiss along my neck, starting from my shoulder up. I hardly notice it at first, until-
"Nya ah ah!" -he reaches my sweet spot, just under my ear. His lips stay there, suckling lightly. "G-give over Mello. I'm n-n-not in the mood." I'm not very convincing as I tilt my head to him better access. My hands are clutching the controller so tightly that I think I'm gonna break it. The blonde at my neck chuckles lightly.
"You can't fool me, Matt. You're always in the mood." I try my best to pay no attention to him, but believe me, when Mello doesn't want to be ignored, it's very hard to ignore him. His hands start roaming lightly over my chest, he rubs over a nipple and my breath only hitches slightly. But it spurs him on even more. One hand goes lower, finding my zipper-
NO! Screw him! He was the one who neglected to entertain me when I wanted it, why should this be any different? I break free from his grip and scramble over to the other side of the couch.
"Fuck you, Mello! Just 'cause you know exactly how to get to me doesn't mean you have the right to!"
"Fine! Play your stupid game, I'll just sit here next to you...Bored. Don't mind me... I'll just be sitting here with nothing to do..." I give him one last glare and attempt to go back to my game. Unfortunately, after all that, the police caught up with my character and now I have to start the mission again with no guns and less money. Great. Now I can't even blow stuff up to let out my pent up... "frustration".
I push against my semi, and think about cold showers and kittens, trying to calm down. I glance over at Mello, who looks frustratingly serene, and he looks back, smiling peacefully.
"Something...up, Matt?" he asks, a picture of innocence.
"You know what's up, ya stupid, damn russian..." I mutter, sounding a bit like Muttley, the dog from that old cartoon show about the pigeon. Mello chuckles once more before crawling closer to me. Much, much closer... One hand goes on the inside of my thigh and he whispers softly in my ear.
"Don't be so proud, Matty. You know you want me." He emphasized his point by taking my earlobe in his mouth and nibbling. I growl at him, still a bit put out, however, it does nothing to discourage him as he straddles me. Sitting on my lap like this gives him complete control, and he knows it, he captures my lips with his and I let him kiss me for a few seconds, but I'm determined not to give in. I pull away and try to look over his shoulder at the screen, of course this is extremely difficult when I have my eyes screwed tightly shut and my lips pressed together in a vain effort not to groan in pleasure as Mello kisses up my neck again. His hips grind against mine and he gives out a little whine.
"Mmmm...Matt. Please...touch me..." he purrs in my ear, and after that I drop the controller, my game forgotten, to run my hands up his back pulling him closer while his lips re-attach to mine.
Mello's hands slip under my shirt and start to explore my chest. Lovingly caressing, and soon my shirt comes off altogether. He slowly gets off me and I whimper in protest, however, rather than abandoning me, Mello cups the back of my head and gently pulls me up, all the while his mouth never leaves mine. We struggle to make it to the bed and instead I end up pinned against the wall.
My blonde presses himself against me, and I push back, trying to wrap myself around him just so I can touch more of his perfect body. His kisses leave my mouth and I gasp for air, slowly his mouth travels to that sweet, sweet spot just beneath my ear. Although this time, in lieu of suckling, he bites down, hard.
"A-ah!" I gasp in surprise and pain, but he doesn't stop to see if he's hurt me, he continues down my body, leaving small love bites in a gingerbread trail. His lips finally stop at my hips, their progress impeded by my jeans. Mello's hands fumble to undo the button and I help him, glad to be rid of the heavy material. He pulls on my boxers and those are quickly discarded as well.
He ignores my throbbing dick and instead teases me with small nips on the inside of my thigh, his breath only ghosting over where he knows I want to be touched. When I can't stand it any longer I push him to the floor, attempting to take control. Annoyed to find myself completely naked with Mello still fully clothed I claw at his black shirt. Deciding I can't wait the short amount of time it will take me to undo all the buttons, I rip it open.
My lips and hands are on him at once, trying to touch as much of him as possible at one time. I tease one nipple with my mouth and the other with my hand. Biting down hard, I'm rewarding with a whining gasp. I don't let up my ministrations until both nipples are tightly budded and he has several bite marks and hickeys down his torso. He must get bored of letting me dominate, and before I know it I'm pushed away. He roughly leads me to the bed and shoves me down.
"That", he pants, "was my favourite shirt, you bastard." Mello gets on his knees in front of me and my hands reach, fumbling for the zipper of his black camo trousers. He pushes me away, undoing them himself and soon he's as naked as me. Just the sight of him excites me even further and I'm desperate to be touched, to touch him – but he pins my arms by my side; taunting me. Mello's kisses are like fire, but they're hardly enough to satisfy me.
"M-Mello...Please!" I struggle to get the words out as I fight against him. Finally he takes the hint and releases me, my hands are on him like lightning, pulling him closer. The blonde indulges me, grinding his crotch against mine, our naked erections rubbing against each other and making them harden even more. His hand reaches down and strokes the underside of my shaft, I groan and thrust into his touch. He strokes me softly, and I wriggle beneath him. He concentrates at the base of my shaft while bringing his head down to suck me. My hands run through his long hair, urging him on. His tongue licks up and down and he concentrates on the thick vein on the underside of my cock. Hid mouth takes in as much as he can (which, with all the practice we've been doing, is a lot) and he sucks hard, his cheeks hollowing out as he swallows around me. Precum trickles out of me and down his throat and he pulls up to concentrate on the head.
"Nnn, ahh. Mello, if you keep that up I'm gonna-" He pulls away suddenly, obviously not wanting me to reach my climax just yet. I drag his face closer to mine in order to kiss him, to taste myself on him, then I put my lips close to his ear and whisper.
"Mello, I want you in me. Now." He puts three of his fingers into my mouth, I lick and suck them, coating them in my saliva. Then I suck on each individual finger and swirl my tongue around it, just to tease him. He groans before taking them out of my mouth. Then, he places one finger by my tight ring, tracing the muscles waiting for them to relax, wriggling his finger in my tightness, coaxing the muscles to relax to fit a second finger.
Before he does, the heat of Mello's body over mine leaves me for a few seconds while he reaches into the top drawer of the bedside table for the bottle of lube kept in there. He flicks the cap open, liberally squeezing over his hand. His two fingers go in easier this time and he takes advantage of that, scissoring and stretching me. He adds a third, and kisses me before crooking his fingers up and rubbing against my prostate. I moan into his mouth while little waves of pleasure run all they way to my fingertips and toes. I start pushing my hips further down on his fingers, by now I don't need that much stretching, neither of us do, but he does it to tease me. He crooks his fingers again and again until I'm writhing desperately underneath him.
I haven't touched myself the whole time he's been doing this because I know the pleasure will be so much sweeter if I wait until he's properly in me, but it means I'm a hot mess. Which is fine, because that's how Mello likes me.
When Mello finally pulls his fingers out I feel empty, but he's quickly rubbing the excess lube over his dick before pushing both my knees up to give himself easier access.
He readies himself at my entrance and without waiting for permission he thrusts in, burying himself to the hilt in me. I almost scream but one of my hands flies to my mouth and I bite down on it, almost drawing blood. Never once has Mello entered me slowly, and I like it that way.
"God, Matt. You're always so fucking tight."
He thrusts in again, once, twice and then he rolls his hips hitting that sweet bundle of nerves. My hand goes down to touch myself but he slaps them away.
"Not yet, don't touch yourself yet." He's almost gasping and panting, and he leans down, bending me almost double to bury his face in the crook of my neck. His teeth bite down and my neck is going to look like a war zone tomorrow but I find that I don't care. His hands are holding my wrists securely to the bed so I hook my legs around his hips, trying to get him closer. To get any kind of friction against my dick, but he resists.
Lifting his head up slightly, Mello purrs into my ear, "I could make you come just from this couldn't I? What if I did? What if I tied you up and didn't let you touch yourself until you'd already come." But he obviously decides this is an idea for another time because he lets one of my wrists go, using his free hand to steady my hips under his relentless pace.
My hand flies down to my dick and I let out an embarrassingly loud moan as I artlessly pump my hand up and down. It only takes a minute before I'm coming, and Mello lets out a whine as I clenched around him.
He doesn't let out though, fucking into me until finally his pace jitters slightly and he comes with my name on his lips.
Mello pulls out slowly and rolls to lie beside with a soft, "fuck". I glance at him and grin, agreeing with the sentiment.