ATTENTION PLEASE: I changed the last part of the previous chapter, and here is the third one, pretty long compared to the other two. Enjoy and review!
Matt's POV.
Mello hasn't made a move since yesterday.
Right now I'm sitting on the couch, controller in hand, trying to play my new tomb raider game on my PS2, it's bloody annoying the noises she makes when she slips—which doesn't happen all that often, I'm a pro after all ya know? I sigh continuing to move Lara croft around the t-rex thingy that's in my way. God I hate him, I've lost to him two times already. I growl as she gets attacked and loses her last life.
I'm really not in a good shape these days.
I think I'm losing my skill.
And we aaaaall know who's fault that is.
I look at Mello from the corner of my eyes, he's in the kitchen looking through the top cupboard for his dear chocolate. I trail my eyes on his body, his figure is feminine, his hair always kept just the right way, exactly the most perfect shade of blond, I lower my gaze down his back, the gentle curves of his exposed hips, his hairless back, his..ugh, I can't believe I'm doing this. But really, it's not like he doesn't know what his pants do to his rear, how the leather hug him just in the right places.
He's fucking with my head that's what he's doin', all I ever asked for was to top just once, that's not much now is i—fuck.
He turns his head around and smirks at me, he must have caught me staring at his ass, damn.
I look away, annoyed at myself making my checking him out so obvious, and even more annoyed as I feel my neck and cheeks heat up in what I assume is a very deep blush.
I facepalm as I hear him close the cupboards and walk over to the couch. There's a ripping noise and I know it's him expertly ripping the foil wrapper with his teeth, I feel the added weight as he sits next to me on the couch, and snaps a chocolate piece into his mouth. I look at his through the space between my fingers and I see his swallow the piece then lick the other corner of the chocolate bar, his tongue sliding over its sides. Then it's time for his teeth to make an appearance, closing around the chocolate bar, he lowers it just slightly with his hands and another piece snaps into his mouth. He smirks at me and licks his lips in what I deduced were a seductive manner.
He kept at it, and I watched him through my fingers, my face heating up more and more by the second.
I start squirming about, crossing my legs and uncrossing them, stupidly trying to hide the problem slowly but surely growing between them. His smirk widens realizing what I'm doing.
He places the unfinished chocolate bar on the tea table and crawls closer to me with a predatory glint in his eyes. He licks his lips lowering my hands from my face, revealing my rather red cheeks.
He stares at me for a few seconds before leaning in, his face so close to mine, I can smell chocolate traces in his breath.
It's intoxicating.
I find myself leaning in as well, our lips brushing together lightly, he starts moving his softly against mine, his palms rising to cup my cheeks.
This feel good..
This feels.. different..
This is..
This is..uh.. It's..
"That's cheating!" I shout scooting away from him on the couch and ending up on my ass on the carpeted floor. Suddenly able to think straight, psh, he only wants to get into my pants, I really shouldn't think much of his kiss. No matter how different it felt.
"What is?" he asks, a little smirk curving on his lips again.
"That…that.." I point an accusing finger at his chocolate then back at him. "You..you making sweet love to your chocolate!" I narrow my eyes at him, my face heating up as I realize my silly choice of words. "And and … kissing me..it's..cheating." I mumble standing up, looking at him one last time before going back to my room.
I need to think about this..
Mello's POV
Fuck.
Fuckfuckfuck.
It was working just great, he was staring at me, his cheeks were all red, from anger, embarrassment, I don't know, but he didn't look away. He looked so..dare I say, cute?
But, did he just fucking reject me, again?
The hell? He's so fuckin' stubborn, all I want to do is to fuck him senseless, is that so bad?
The kiss was so unusual, we've never kissed that way before. I'd never allow it anyway but, I started it, it was so soft, if I were standing when it happened I was fucking sure my knees would have turned to Jelly. It wasn't uncomfortable, it was far from it, it felt really good, and it was nothing but a brush of lips against each other!
I run a gloved hand through my hair and look at Matt's bedroom door, the light was off, it's safe to assume that he went to bed.
I stand up and make my way to the kitchen, pour myself a glass of water then walk back to the living room.
I look at our shared room then back at the couch.
I really don't wanna sleep on the couch, bet I'd have a back ache and stiff neck tomorrow if I sleep there.
I wait for a few minutes, just to make sure Matt has already fallen asleep before turning the lights off in the living room and making my way to our room. I open the door silently, cursing it to the depths of hell as it squeaks. I look up to see Matt stir in his sleep but he doesn't wake up.
So far so good.
I close to the door again, and tiptoe toward the bed where Matt is sleeping, I quietly strip down to my boxers, leaving my leather clothes on the night stand in a neat pile. I slide under the covers next to him and push myself closer to him, I'm glad he's asleep, he probably wouldn't let me do this if he were conscious.
I wrap my arms around his waist and press my chest against his back, moving my feet between his, my body curving around his own nicely, filling every gap there is between us. I don't even think about what I'm doing before burying my nose into his messy hair, breathing in his sent. I can't resist to leave a kiss on his exposed neck, and I feel ..strange, my heart pounding nervously in my chest and my stomach flipping as if wanting to tell me something but completely failing, leaving me confused.
I feel him unconsciously leaning into my touch, and so I kiss his neck again, glad that he's enjoying it even in his sleep.
He shifts around to face me, his eyes half lidded, he's probably half asleep, my arms are still around his waist and I don't move them, just in case any sudden movement on my part might bring him back to his senses.
I bring my lips to his, kissing him gently, heck even if it's just a matter of seconds before he kicks my confused perverted ass out of bed, I still want to feel his lips against mine, it felt good earlier, I want to do again.
I want more, it seems more… intimate perhaps?
I'm surprised when his lips move against mine just as gently, keeping it innocent yet meaningful.
What it means, I don't know. I can't think right now.
His hand raises to be placed on my chest, right above my heart. I pull away, a rare smile curving up my lips, I don't know when was the last time I felt this way . He smiles back sleepily and closes his eyes, his hand still on my chest.
All of a sudden his eyes snap open then narrow immediately. A good kick to my stomach is all it takes for me to fall off the bed, blinking confusedly at him.
His glare reminds me of his state when he first responded to the kiss, I glare back at him.
Whywhywhy did he have to ..wake up, why?
He pulls the covers over his head and I growl, getting my sorry rejected ass off the floor and out of the room.
... I glare at the stupid couch in the stupid living room, the thing is mocking me, oh I know it is.
I sigh, stepping closer to it.
...I guess I'll be sleeping on the couch then.
