Oh dear lord. I'm sorry this took so long to post. It took me forever to write for ehhhh "various reasons". Let's just say my face was bright red and the majority of my time was spent laughing at my own story. Warning: Do not write this kind of stuff in your notebook at school because people will find it and they will want to read it. O.e If you don't want to scar your classmates, please, take my advice... Now! On to other things. The song for this chapter is Scream For My Ice Cream by Blood On The Dance Floor. I swear, I do listen to classy music, honest! Its just that these songs seem to work well with my writing! Oh, I'd also like to thank kiwikick again for her encouragement :P Well, enjoy :)
Bzzz.
"Crap."
Bzzz Bzzz.
"Shit."
BZZZZZ BZZZZZZ!
"GODDAMIT!"
"Matt, what the Hell are you doing?" Mello asked, leaning against the door frame in his tight black shirt and leather pants. Apparently he'd fallen asleep in his clothes again. "It's 3 a.m. and all I can hear is you making a bunch of noise. I'm trying to sleep man."
"I don't want to waste my Gameboy's battery life. It's almost dead. All I could find was Operation and I have to play something. I haven't gamed in like 6 hours!" Matt exclaimed.
"Well can't you play something that isn't so damn loud? God, you don't even make this much noise in the bedroom!"
"I-ah-uh… shut up! It isn't that loud Mello. You're just overly-sensitive."
"But isn't that what you love about me?" Mello asked.
"Yeah, right." Matt said, returning his attention to the game. He was so close to getting the butterfly out of the fat man's stomach. Just…a little…more…Bzzzz!
"You really suck at this, you know?" Mello said, crossing his arms over his chest looking smug.
"That's just because my hands are being shaky! I haven't held a controller in so long that they've started twitching!" Mello watched in the darkness as Matt pulled a cigarette out of a pack and flipped open his lighter. He tried to satisfy at least one of his addictions but his fingers were too unsteady to summon the flame. He looked like a total junkie, desperate for a fix. Mello swooped down and grabbed the lighter, flipping it once with his thumb. Finally fire appeared and he held it to Matt's cigarette. He took in a deep breath and sighed, letting out a giant cloud of smoke. His posture relaxed and he looked up at Mello. "Thanks."
"Yeah, yeah. Since I'm awake now we might as well do something."
Lighter still in hand, Mello walked to the table and grabbed some candles. He placed them around the room, illuminating them one by one.
"What exactly did you have in mind?" Matt asked after another long drag.
"Something fun…"
"Ughhh."
"You'll like it Matty. It's a game." Mello said with a seductive voice. "Do we have a deck of cards?"
Matt sighed. Yep, Mello was definitely up now. He pointed to a cardboard box that was filled with an assortment of odd items. After a bit of searching, Mello returned holding up a rubber-banded set of playing cards.
"Strip Poker." He announced as he sat down in front of the other boy.
"Ha! I only know how to play Black Jack." Matt replied, feeling this battle was over before it had begun he took another puff of his victory cigarette. Thank God. Now he could go back to playing Operation.
"Fine then, we'll just have to play Strip Black Jack." Mello smiled.
Matt looked longingly at his abandoned game. Mello's mind was made up now and he wasn't going to be able to change it. He gave in and pulled his goggles up over his eyes.
"Why is it always stripping with you?"
"Would you have it any other way? I mean if you really want to, we could to some S&M stuff." He said with a devious look.
"You wish!"
"Fine. If you won't do that then let's make this a little more interesting. The loser has to do anything the winner wants for 10 minutes."
"No bondage or anything like that though, right?" Matt asked nervously.
"Don't be stupid, that'd take way longer than ten minutes." Mello replied casually.
"So you mean if I win you'll admit that you're an arrogant cocky bastard with too much conviction and whatever else I tell you to say?" Matt jeered.
Mello scoffed. "Heh. Like I'd let you win?"
"Oh yeah, and what would you make me do?" Matt asked, slightly afraid of the answer.
"It's a secret."
Matt swallowed the lump in his throat. He had a bad feeling about this.
Six cards later Matt had just lost his jeans and the sexual tension was extreme. Matt stood up and began to remove his striped shirt as well. Mello watched contently from on the floor, legs crossed, hands in his lap. He was still fully clothed. His lips curved into a smug grin as Matt lifted the fabric from his pale skin. He blushed slightly when the blonde gave him an appreciative wolf-whistle. The shirt slid over his red locks and off his head. He dropped it to the ground where it landed in a rumpled pile, along with his jeans, gloves, socks, belt, and vest. All that remained were his Bowzer boxers (I'm inclined to think he only owns Mario brand underwear) and orange goggles. How did it always end up that he was half-naked in front of Mello?
"Alright Matty. Time to draw again." Mello said.
Matt sat down wordlessly, silently praying that his next two cards would be 21. As much as he hated feeling like Mello's slave, he hated losing even more. He put on his poker face (ha.) as he reached out his hand to the deck. His finger grasped the two cards shakily and he tried to steady them. He knew what article of clothing Mello would choose for Matt to remove if he won this hand…and it wouldn't be the goggles.
The redhead slowly turned the cards face up. He squinted in the darkness to see the small numbers. 7 and 9. Keeping his head low, he glanced up at Mello, searching his face for a sign. But all he got was the same blank, apathetic stare he'd seen all night. Matt knew he had to draw again. He took a deep breath and extended his hand toward his destiny. The boy held the card inches from his face. His eyes lit up, it was a five!
"Ha! Suck on THAT Mello!" Matt cheered, slapping the three cards down in front of them for the world to see; a perfect 21. He expected Mello to groan or complain or maybe even hit him, but he did nothing. Nothing at all. Mello continued to stare lazily at Matt as he leaned forward and calmly laid down his ten and an ace...21. Matt's mouth hung open as he attempted to process what happened.
"Ahh…what now?"
Mello cracked his knuckles and leaned back on his hands.
"Well the way I always played was that if you both got 21, then you each draw one card from the deck, and whoever has the higher number wins. Sound fair?"
"I guess so…"
"Alright then, ladies first." Mello said.
"Fuck."
"Heh. Boxers off, now." Mello chuckled sinisterly.
Matt bit his lower lip and furrowed his brow before placing his hands on the waistband, slipping his thumbs inside. Just as his underwear was slowly slipping down, Mello stood up. The blonde crossed his arms over his torso and pulled off his tight black shirt to reveal his perfectly sculpted abs. Matt gulped at the delicious sight.
"W-why did you take your shirt off?" he asked in a confused voice as Mello walked to the living room door, his now bare chest glowing in the moonlight.
"I don't want to get it stained, silly." The boy replied. "I'll be right back, just stay there."
Oh God. What was he planning? How was he going to get out of this one? Before Matt could even form an escape plan Mello had returned, holding a bottle in his hand.
"I thought those were supposed to be gone by now." Mello said in a low voice, grabbing the sides of Matt's boxers.
"Ahh…um…" was all he had time to say before his friend had pulled them down with an inhuman amount of speed. He pushed Matt to the ground where he landed on the old burgundy-colored carpet. Mello climbed on top of the naked Matt, which was now becoming a habit, and held up the bottle.
Chocolate Syrup.
Matt's eyes widened with the realization of what Mello was planning to do. The blonde pulled open the cap of the bottle with his teeth.
"Mello, wait." Matt said, inching back using his elbows. "We can't do this…"
"And why not?" he asked, looking down on his prey.
"Ummm what about the uh…" he said, looking around desperately "W-what about the floor!"
"The floor?" Mello repeated, raising one eyebrow.
"Yeah! What if it gets on the carpet? We're only renting this place!" It was a feeble excuse, but it was all he had.
"Oh don't worry Matty, I'll be careful…" Mello whispered in his ear, then he began to pour the chocolate syrup all down his friend's chest.
"Ahhh! That feels so gross Mello!" Matt said trying to get up, but the other boy was obviously stronger. He pushed Matt back down by his shoulders and stared at him with lust in his eyes.
"Alright then, I'll make it feel good." he replied as he ran his hands up and down Matt's torso, smearing the delicious chocolate all over him. He paused to lick his fingers, sucking them perfectly clean. Matt gulped as he watched, feeling uncomfortable and turned on at the same time.
Once he was finished, Mello proceeded to lower his face down to the redhead's abs. His tongue cleared a path from Matt's stomach all the way up to his collarbone. He sucked and nipped his friend's neck, making the skin pink, which turned to a bruising purple. Mello's lips wouldn't be satisfied until they had explored every inch of Matt, and he wasn't done yet. He moved up and smashed their mouths together. Matt could taste the extreme sweetness of Mello's tongue running over his own. Mello continued exploring, grazing his teeth against the other boy's.
Matt attempted to stifle a gasp when he suddenly felt the devious blonde's nails lightly brush along his hard cock. Still kissing, Mello smiled smugly, pleased with the effect. He continued trailing his fingers up and down, being careful to just barely touch Matt each time. A quiet, anxious whimper escaped from the redhead's mouth when Mello pulled away.
"Why did you stop?" he asked, slightly out of breath and annoyed.
No answer.
"Mello? Mello what are you do-"
Matt was cut off by the delicious sensation of Mello pouring chocolate all over his erection. He couldn't describe how good it felt, but it got even better when Mello's warm hand finally wrapped around it. The pumping motions were made slick and swift due to the messy sweet coating. He groaned with pleasure. Mello quickened his pace and Matt buried his fingers into the boy's blonde hair. As the friction increased Matt began to push himself towards Mello, bucking his hips and pulling the other boy down closer.
Mello broke away short of breath. His cheeks were flushed and beads of sweat were beginning to form on his forehead. He took his chocolate covered hand and grabbed Matt's thigh. A trail was made as he dragged his hand down and then back up, running his nails along the redhead's ass and resting on the small of his back. He lowered his face slowly and paused momentarily to look up at Matt who was staring at him in anticipation and desire before flicking his tongue over his cock once. The reaction he received was quite admirable. Matt's back arched and he let out a delectable gasp that turned to a low moan. Mello continued to tease the poor boy, only using swift licks. He could tell Matt was growing more and more irritated by his growling.
"C'mon Mail," Mello said between licks "you're gonna have to scream if you really want it…"
The intense pressure building up was becoming excruciating for Matt and he couldn't stand it anymore.
"Fuck Mihael! Just do it already!" he cried.
Mello's lips turned to a smug grin and he promptly bent down and began to suck Matt like a chocolate popsicle.
Author: Whew! Did it! I've never written lemon before and this was my first attempt. Please, please, PLEASE tell me what you think!
Matt: (death glare) I'll tell you what I think...
Mello: Heh. You dirty boy, eh Matty? We're gonna need to wash up after that and you know what? I'd bet that water is only hot long enough for one shower. (suggestive face :D )
Matt: I'LL KILL YOU!
Author: O.O (dies of nosebleed from the mere mental image)