This is the third chapter of Brownies! Yay! Anyway, I'm really sorry about the delay between chapters. My home computer had passed away and I've had limited access to computers lately. So, updates will be rare. But here it is!

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When I woke up from my nap, the countryside was rolling by the window.
"Mells, where are we?"
"Umm, well..."
This isn't good. I sat up and looked over at him. "What?"
"I don't know where we are..."

How the hell does he get us into these messes? I thought to myself as I laid back on the shitty motel bed and closed my eyes.
The door opened then shut and locked quickly. I heard a bag being set down before the bed dipped next to me.
"Matt? I'm sorry." He said softly into my stomach from where he was laying facedown on me.
"It's fine love. We can have an adventure together. We haven't had one off those in awhile." He nodded. I ran my hands through his hair a few times before I stopped. "Mells, you came up with the idea of the trip... You made the plans... How the hell did you get lost?"
He shrugged his shoulders and, pushing himself up a bit, shoved my shirt up off my belly to my chest. He licked my belly button a few times before tonguing it gently.
I laughed at him and then shoved him onto his back, coming over him. "I don't think so, I still hurt from last night. No sex for you... Unless you want to be uke?"
He looked up at me, a pout forming on his lips. "No..."
"Why did you do that last night? You know I don't like that rough."
"You've never bitched before and you know why I did it." He said, jerking my shirt over my head and throwing it across the room.
I grinned at him, reaching down to pull the zipper of his vest down, pushing the sides away from his pale skin. I knew my hands were cold when I pushed them under his warm back.
His gasp made me harder, made my entrance pulse in lust. Sadly, this pulse caused my body to tense, causing a wince and a small gasp of my own. I don't think I'd even realized how badly he'd hurt me last night.
I rolled off him, and just laid back, taking stock of my body. "Matt, baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."
I nodded my head, eyes closed.
"I'll be right back, promise." The bed shifted as Mello got up. I heard the zipper of his bag, then the sound of him searching through it. The small "aha" let me know he's found what he was looking for. Then the funny sound of him taking off his leather pants. The leather was tight, so it took some work to get them off.
The bed dipped again, but just at the edge. "Matt, I'm going to take your clothes off."
"Mmkay." My pants were undone, then pulled gently from my body. I'd stopped wearing underwear back at Wammy's after that time in the forest shack.
The next sounds I heard I knew well enough by now. The lube being uncapped, the funny sound the lube made when squeezed out onto his fingers.
"Now, Matt, I know you said no but... Well, I love you and your sweet, tight little body. Can you open your legs for me?" I did so, carefully, hoping it didn't hurt me. "That's a good boy. Now, breath nice and deep, slowly, love. Yeah, like that."
I felt him push my right leg up so that my foot was flat on the bed below me, he did the same with the other leg.
"Okay, deep breath baby. Good babe, that's good. Keep doing that. Squeeze my hand if it hurts too much." I felt his hand move under mine where they lay on my stomach.
His finger pressed against me gently, lightly pushing in just the tip. The cool lube threw my senses for a loop when he pushed his finger into my warm body.
A small cry escaped my throat when he pushed in all the way. "Mello..." His name was a breathy whimper, trying to show that I trusted him even as he caused my body pain.
"I'm sorry, love." Mello said softly, kissing my thigh to make up for it.
I felt him pushing in a second finer, the slight burn it caused before that fell away when his fingers found it. That little ball that sent my mind away, my body became harder. The pain left, the burning left for the moment, however, it came back when Mello pressed in three fingers.
I didn't feel the burn as pain, but as pleasure. Everytime he thrust his fingers in, they rammed into my prostate.

Mello POV
I looked down at my little fiery red head, loving the way my fingers dissappered into him, the slick slide and suction of his body. However, as a sexy little whimper escaped him, I looked up and was greeted by the sexist thing I'd seen tonight.
His eyes were half closed, his mouth open as he gasped for breath, face flushed a pretty pink as pleasure washed over him inside. I thrust my fingers in quickly, wanting to watch and hear his breathy little cry and feel his body react.
I got what I wanted, his eyes opening, almost rolling back, his body jerking and a sweet moan left him, my name almost not there.
I smiled, slowing the thrusts of my fingers so I could reach the lube laying on the bed next to my bare leg. His eyes had slide closed, lolled into a peaceful state of pleasure-hazed, simi-wakefullness by the slow pace.
Moving to stand on my knees between his legs, I slowly pulled my fingers from him, loving the way his body clung to my fingers as if trying to keep me inside.

Matt POV
I felt empty without him. I knew it wouldn't last long, I could already hear the sound of lube being slicked over his cock.
My body jerked, I had no control over this, I was cold and excided at the same time. I couldn't, didn't, want to wait for him to fill me. I could already feel him pounding me, moving over me, in me as I moaned under him and cried out in pleasure. I longed for his hardness in me, I needed it.
My eyes opened, looking for my drug. He was between my legs, hand wrapped around his cock, lube slicked over it. "Mello... Please."
He pressed one finger to my entrance, there was a moment that my body wasn't going to let him in, then he pushed harder and slipped in. He grinned down at me, pulling his finger free of my body.
Mello grabbed both my legs and placed my ankles on his shoulders, bending me almost double when he leaned down over me. "Matt, help me."
I knew what he meant, he wanted me to line him up, help him into his own little heaven within me. I reached down between our bodies and took a hold of his cock, placing the head at my entrance. My other hand went to his hip, pulling him closer, helping him slide the head into me.
Just over night, I'd forgotten how thick and hard and hot and wonderful he felt within me. I moaned when he thrust in all the way, wishing I could feel that forever, the first thrust is always the best, the deepest and most unhindered.
I knew that by moaning, I was telling him to just go for it, that I didn't need time to get used to his size. But that was all fine with me as he began hammering my prostate.
My world hazed over, became fuzzy and blurred. I knew I was making sounds, based on the fact that his thrusts were becoming harder, trying to find a way to be in as deep as he could go.
I was on the edge of... Everything, when Mello bit me. It was enough to send me over, falling into the white darkness below.
Just as I was coming down, I felt Mello tense and flood my body with himself, thus sending me into another mini-orgasm.

Three hours and five orgasms later
"Mello, where are we going after tonight?" I asked as the sweat cooled on our skin.
"I don't know we can stay in Japan, or we can leave, go back to England, head over to the States. I don't care what we do." He rolled to his left side, my body rolling off his onto the cool sheets.
I looked over my shoulder at him, wishing for his warmth and love. I watched as he laid there a moment before sitting up and looking around. Then I saw him reach for the big, fuzzy and warm blanket I take everywhere, and I mean everywhere, with me.
He pulled it over us both then grabbed my right shoulder and rolled me until I faced his chest. "That's better. Now, where to next?"
"I don't know, Mells. I'm tired. Plus, I asked you first." I said, though I'm sure the words were slurred together.
"Matt, baby, go to sleep, we'll worry about where we're going tomorrow." I nodded my head into his chest, moving as close as I could and still be able to breath. "Oh, wait, I know where we're going. We're making weed brownies next, so we're heading over to Amsterdam."
I nodded again. "Mmkay, Mells, whatever you say."