Title: My Eyes Don't Shed Tears
Rating: M - Explicit
Warnings: Angst, mentions of drug abuse, unhealthy relationships, explicit language, statutory rape, underage sex, explicit sexual content, gratuitous use of the word 'fuck', awkward bro moments.
A/N: I told myself I wouldn't do another Lana Del Ray song or write sex into this chapter, but fuck it.
My old man is a bad man but
I can't deny the way he holds my hand
And he grabs me, he has me by my heart
He doesn't mind I have a Las Vegas past
He doesn't mind I have an LA crass way about me
He loves me with every beat of his cocaine heart
Off To The Races by Lana Del Ray
It's after the talk with his mom that Matt realizes that he needs to be more careful, needs to give him and Dara some space. The thought makes that Dara-trained part of him fucking whine, makes his fingers curl into his pillow but he knows that if they keep it at the pace they've been going they're gonna get caught. And Matt's not...he can't risk that. Not ever.
So the next time he sees Dara, he decides, he'll tell him. Of course the next time Matt sees Dara isn't too far ahead in the future. They make it to the end of the school week. Barely. There may have been some covert phone sex to tide both of them over, but Matt had told himself that he wanted to be face to face with Dara when they talk.
Dara texts him after school Friday, tells him to come to the apartment, and they spend the afternoon fucking. And okay, they're supposed to not be fucking like bunnies anymore but when Dara's takes him by the shoulders and guides him to his knees right in the arch of the entrance hall's doorway, well, who is Matt to divulge him of a quick bj? Or turn down the frenetic, fucking sweltering sex that follows in the hall. The fact that there's a packet of lube stashed in one of the decorative wall sconces makes Matt feel like Dara's planned this but he's never one to complain. He finally, finally, brings it up after Dara strokes him to a slow, tsunami like orgasm in the bedroom (what can he say, he's a teenager with a surprisingly short refractory period).
"I think we should take things slow." He murmurs, half out of his mind thanks to the overstimulation of the past few hours.
Dara raises a brow. "Slow?" He intones, question marked with the dip of his tongue as he licks the cum off his hand.
"Ohmygod, stop being so..." Matt can't think of a word to accurately describe Dara right now. Instead he makes a frustrated sound in the back of his throat as Dara works his way down to the mess on his stomach. "I'm being serious here. We c-can't keep doing so much of this. Jesus!"
"And by this you mean," Dara kisses his hip, sucking a light mark into the pale skin there as he looks at Matt through his lashes. "This. Or you could mean this." He says, finger dipping into the excess on Matt's stomach and making it's way to his entrance, pushing it in and chasing it, so that soon he's full on fingering him. Matt simply shakes his head, a strangled sound emerging from his lungs as Dara works him open.
"No. I mean yes!" Matt chokes out, hips arching at the urging of Dara's other hand. "All of it. The sex, hand jobs, the fucking blowjobs." Because Dara is an evil fucking shit with a mouth that can cause angels to fall, he takes Matt into his mouth, sucking lightly as he hums. Matt's gasping, something that may or may not be another moan escaping him when Dara releases him with a soft kiss to the head of his cock.
It's a distraction, a damn good one too, but Matt knows that what he has to say is important, so he bites back another wanton noise when Dara goes back to preparing him (with lube this time, this isn't a fucking porno) and tries to organize his thoughts.
"School's started up and my mom's moved in, I need to focus on that, instead of..." He trails off.
"Getting fucked by your best friend's father." Dara fills in, like that sentence is fucking normal. In any way. And if Matt thinks about it, it kind of is. So he doesn't think about it, just nods and opens his legs a little wider when Dara's done prepping him.
"Not that I want us to stop completely." Matt adds breathlessly as Dara presses into him. It's slow and sated, unlike their quicky in the hall. "Just to slow down. Baby steps and all that."
"I don't see any reason to argue, beside the no sex part." Dara says, punctuating the rather hypocritical statement with a thrust of his hips. Matt agrees with a breathless laugh, tightening his legs and rocking a little so he can flips them. Dara's hands settle instantly on his waist, guiding Matt as he rolls his hips. It's like a dance, Matt thinks, and while he's never been all that good at dancing, he's great at fucking, thanks to Dara. So he uses his legs, never rising too far, never falling too fast as he rides Dara and he must be doing something right because the blonde's moaning beneath him, head tilted back to expose his throat, eyes shut. The sight alone makes Matt's body thrum, jolts of pleasure bouncing through him like synapses as he stays seated for a moment, clenching around the base of Dara's cock. He leans forward, bites at the dip of the older man's collar bone before kissing the underside of his jaw.
"Getting tired?" Dara says, voice rumbling through both of their chests and Matt realizes that he's barely moving, hips rocking as he peruses the stretch of throat before him. He hums, but doesn't makes the effort to start up again as he chases the beginning of stubble on Dara's jaw. Dara doesn't seem to mind though, hands leaving Matt's waist to take hold of his ass, holding his open as he thrusts up. The movement sends Matt tumbling that last bit of distance forward so that he's laying on top of Dara instead of over him, and he pushes back into the thrusts, giving as much as he gets.
And when Dara's hands move again, one hand tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck as the other snakes between them to wrap around Matt's length, he knows it's going to be the fucking that he's going to miss most of all. In most relationship that might be a bad thing because your supposed to miss the person not how they can get you off, but he and Dara have never, fuck, will never, have a normal relationship.
So he shuts his mind off and lets Dara fuck him, spine shivering as his release coils tighter and tighter in his stomach. A few quick strokes of Dara's hand have him stuttering to a stop, orgasm washing over him so quick that he's breathless, fingers digging into Dara's shoulder as he tightens around him.
Dara strokes him through it, urges his to move even though his muscles may possibly be goop. When Dara comes, it's with a bitten off moan, the hand tightening in his hair until his scalp aches before his fingers relax.
"Gotta say I'mma gonna miss that kiddo." Dara tells him and if Matt weren't half asleep he'd respond. But he agrees in his mind, because god dammit, he's going to fucking miss this too.
...
Now that Matt has Dara crossed off his mental list of shit that he's got to take care of, he turns his focus onto Mello. Because despite it only being one week into the school year, two since he got back from LA, he feels like he's stuck Mello in outer field and left him there. Which fucking sucks.
So he mentally kicks himself in the nuts, puts on his big boy pants, and spend the weekend scheming his way back into Mello's affections. He doesn't actually get to talk to Mello though, what with Nichole threatening to call the cops on him and his mom insisting that he show her what she's missed since moving to Nevada.
When Monday finally comes around, he ready for school and out of the house by eight. It's a quick drive to school, Chevelle's engine a constant rumble under the sounds of Matt singing his head off to a Queen song on the radio. Mello bike is in its usual parking spot, across from where Matt normally parks instead of at the bike range like a normal highschooler. Then again, fuck authority has always been more of a motto than a phase for Mello.
Mello's waiting for him on the steps like usual, messenger bag propped against one of his red Doc Martens as chews (obnoxiously, when a teacher is near) on some gum. "You're early." He says, standing and marching up the steps like he owns the place.
"I'm on time." Matt defends as he hurries to catch up, because he may be taller but Mello sure as hell can leg it.
"Which is early for you." Mello reminds him and Matt feels something in his chest get a little lighter. They're talking. Mello's acting normal!
Or maybe not, Matt thinks as the blonde pulls him straight into the bathroom. When a gaggle of freshman stare at them with wide eyes, Mello shoos them away with quick, angry gestures.
"Go use the ladies room!" He commands and they run out.
"I'm sure they could have..." Matt begins only for the blonde thunderstorm to whirl on him.
"Where the hell have you been?" He demands and when Matt opens his mouth to speak, he cuts him off. "And don't avoid the question this time. Fucking talk to me. Because we've known each other since we were fucking toddles and you think that I don't notice when somethings wrong with you but I do. I do and...fuck I'm worried. You're my best fucking friend and I haven't talked to you in a week, so just-"
"My mom overdosed." It comes out soft, almost washed away in the torrent of Mad Mello Word Vomit but it pulls the blonde to a sudden, grinding halt, blue eyes wide.
"Fuck, I didn't know...I...shit." Mello swallows, eyes watching Matt's face. "Is she okay?"
"She's fine. Dad left on Tuesday to bring her back from Nevada and she's staying here for a little while." Matt tells him and flinches back when Mello punches him in the arm.
"You dick! You could have said something; then we could have flipped out about our parents together."
And that catches Matt short, makes a stone settle in his stomach when he thinks of Dara. "Your parents?"
"They're getting a divorce." Mello says, kicking at the tiled wall. Matt opens his mouth to say something, like sorry, even though this couldn't possibly be his fault, when the bell rings. The shrill sound makes him jump, startles Mello out of his abuse on the wall, and they look at each other for a moment before laughing.
"Should have known you'd make me late, you asshole." Mello mumbles and Matt has to fight the urge to hug him. Apparently Mello doesn't have the same mental hang-ups as Matt because he simply wraps his arms around Matt with a deep breath. "Sorry about you mom."
"Sorry about your..." Matt trails off, because they both know the divorce was bound to happen.
"I will punch you in the dick." Mello growls into his shoulder and Matt pushes him away with a laugh.
"Go before the late bell your highness." Matt mocks and doesn't even try to hold back his laughter when the second, final bell cuts through the air.
"Both of you, office." A teacher commands, but Mello just hisses a sharp bite me under his breath and heads toward their first period Biology class.
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A/N(2): Believe me when I say that I had to fight this chapter tooth and nail. Like seriously, it's been nigh on a month since I updated and I wrote the entirety of this in one day. (Which would explain why I think it may be crap.)
But, news, news, NEWS! Guess who just finished their first semester of college? This motherfucker! [Boss Ass Bitch plays softly in the background.]
Seriously though, shit has been going down. One of my kittens died, I nearly died (okay I got sick and had a fever of 103, whatever), I got pink eye from one of the nasty motherfuckers at my job.
Seriously, never work at a retail store. People are gross, money is gross, sales are gross, everything is fucking gross and you will come out of it tired and DISEASED.
A/N(3): Now to discuss the story. Like I said earlier, this chapter is probably crap. I'll understand if you don't like it. I don't mean post anything I don't like, but it's been nearly a month.
(HOLY SHIT YOU GUYS ARE THE MOST PATIENT, WONDERFUL FANS EVER ILOVEYOUSOMUCH!)
But! What do you think of the development in Matt and Dara's fucked up little hoo-ha? What about Matt and Mello? I dare say I wrote bromance. And ohmygod what has my life become?!
(I may possibly be high right now.)
((Although I don't do drugs))
(((Drugs are fucking bad.)))
((((Don't fucking do them.))))
But no, really! Do you think Dara and Matt should take things slow? Or do you like the sex in every chapter, fucking like bunnies that I had going on before? (I LIKE IT!)
(I will write you motherfuckers oneshots if you wants some DaraxMatt sex! I will write that shit like a fiend.)
What do you think of Mello?!
A/N(4): Yes, I know this chapter isn't 3k words. But I'm tired! *orders cheese with my whine*
