Title: My Eyes Don't Shed Tears
Rating:M - Explicit
Warnings: Unhealthy relationships, underage sex, statutory rape, daddy kink, explicit language, explicit sexual content, sexual fantasies, bad touch, mentions of public sex, underage drinking.
A/N: Sorry I'm late. The new semester and work are kicking my ass. Plus Dara's evil.
Touch me, yeah
I want you to touch me there
Make me feel like I am breathing
Feel like I am human
A Little Death by The Neighborhood
Things returned to normal after Matt's Straight Forward Life Intervention Plan (or simply S-FLIP. It's a working title) is set into motion. Mello stops looking at him with dejected baby blues and his mom stops hovering. There's one thing he notices though as the hours turn to days and days into weeks. He fucking misses sex (Dara). Like a lot.
Sure there's the amazing phone sex, the rushed quickies at least once a week when Matt can afford to skip out on lunch, and on one memorable occasion, the time Dara's monumental self restraint seemed to finally snap and Matt ended up getting fucked over the desk in the blonde man's office. That had been great, he thinks with a sigh, remembering the finger shaped bruises that had lingered on his hips days afterward.
So when Dara texts him, telling him to come over at six am on Friday, Matt grabs his canvas shoes, sneaks down the hall, and lets Chevelle roll silently down the driveway before turning the engine on. It takes him half the time it normally would since traffic is practically non-existent and when he arrives Dara's already waiting for him in the entry hall of his apartment. Along with two suitcases.
"What are those?" Matt asks, struck dumb at the sight of the luggage more than he is at the image Dara portrays in a pair of low slung sweats. And that's saying something that Matt doesn't particularly want to admit to himself right now. "Where are you going?"
Dara smiles, pulls Matt to him until the redhead is flush against his chest. "I'm going to Tucson for a conference.".
"For how long?" Matt asks, because he doesn't want to think about Dara leaving. Dara seem's to catch on to his thoughts anyway, because he chuckles, fingers threading through Matt's hair in something dangerously close to a comforting gesture.
"A week or two. I'll be back before my birthday kiddo." Dara tells him.
"Your birthday? What the hell is this, drop random information on Matt day?"
"No, it's Friday." Dara says, a smirk twitching at the corner of his lips. Matt thinks about slapping him, then settles for kissing him instead. It's greedy and quick and he may or may not moan a little. He isn't ashamed of the way he curls into Dara's hold, doesn't even think about how Dara's arms wind around his waist to pull him closer. They stand there in the entry hall to Dara's apartment, swaying into each other as the kiss slowly evolves into something heated, something with a hint of teeth and the delving of tongues.
Matt makes the first move to push things along a little more, pressing his hips flush against the older man's and bites at Dara's bottom lip. It's Dara who pulls back though, stills Matt and leaves him standing there confused.
"You set rules." The blonde reminds him and Matt lets out a short, annoyed sound.
"Now you want to be the responsible one?" He asks, not quite angry but...miffed, because seriously? Dara was picking now to give him a case of the blue balls? "You're leaving for a week, the least could do is fuck me before you go."
"Hold off until my birthday and then we'll talk." Dara tells him, ducking down for a chaste kiss that makes Matt furious at the same time that it sets his heart beating faster. Dara just smiles. The fucker.
"So, why did you invite me here?" Matt asks sometime later, when he's curved against Dara on the couch while they ignore the TV playing in the background. Scarily enough, with the no sex ban on their relationship they've relapsed into the first base stage of...whatever this is.
"Maybe I wanted to spend time with you." Dara says all too innocently. Matt doesn't buy it for second. But he doesn't call the man out on it either. He just settles in as close as he possibly can, taking in that heady scent that he long ago identified as sandal wood and ginger that seems to linger on Dara's skin, and begins to wait. Fortunately he doesn't have to wait for long, since neither of them are all that patient. He barely keeps down the hum of satisfaction as Dara presses a series of kisses to his neck.
"So much for the rules." Matt mutters, tipping his head back as Dara moves between his legs and the man laughs as he presses their groins together.
"Well, no one ever said I was a responsible adult." Dara points out dryly and Matt lets out a shocked bark of laughter that melts into a groan when Dara grinds his hips down.
"Fuck, daddy." He hisses, hooking a leg around the man's slim waist and pulling him impossibly closer. Dara lets out a low sound and bites at Matt's shoulder, low enough that no one will see it with a shirt on. "So," He stops, bites down on a gasp. "I was thinking that for your birthday we should do something special."
That gets Dara to look up, eyes dark with lust as he takes in Matt's face. "And what did you have in mind?"
"I'm not sure yet, but I'll figure something out." Matt tells him and Dara catches his lips in a hungry, heated kiss. It makes Matt's blood thrum with want, curls a moan up his throat as Dara rolls his hips down, Matt's own coming up to meet him in a sort of dry friction that should hurt. But it feels amazing, makes Matt breathless in the best way. They're sweating, too many clothes between them to be comfortable. But strangely enough, Matt doesn't mind, because this is different, new and fevered in how they aren't getting everything from each other. One of the blonde's hands comes up, treads through his hair and tugs. The pressure almost sets Matt off, vision whiting before he has the sense to bite his lip on the impending orgasm. Even so, he can feel it thrumming just beneath the surface, waiting to crest like a tsunami wave as he shudders.
"Fuck." He gasp, stutters out a weighted breath as Dara's one-handed grip on his hip tightens. "Gonna make it good daddy, just for you." He breathes out bedside Dara's ear and the blonde lets out a startled moan, slowing to a stop above him as Matt sucks in a deep breath.
"Fuck...kiddo, get up."
"What?" Matt asks, brain foggy as Dara shakes his shoulder.
"Get up, you're gonna be late for school." The blonde tells him and Matt jolts up, realizing that he'd fallen asleep when he spots Dara standing beside the couch with a smirk on his lips.
"Seriously?" Matt groans because, "Don't tell me that was all a dream."
"It seemed like a pretty good one." Dara says and Matt grabs an ornamental couch cushion from the floor and hits him with it.
"What times is it?" He asks when the blonde tugs the pillow from his grasp and tosses it toward the hall.
"If you hop in a cold shower and get dressed you might make second period." Dara tells him in way of answer and Matt hisses out a short, irritated breath. Getting up from the couch is better said than down and Matt's sour mood only grows when he gets a feel of the cooling stickiness in his pants.
"You're a dick." He tells Dara when he catches the older man chuckling into a cup of coffee. He slams the bathroom door behind him just to get on the man's nerves and quickly strips before turning the water as cold as he can bear. By the time he gets out he's shivering but awake and has a new respect for people that take cold showers on a regular basis. Fucking masochists.
There's a folded pile of various clothes that he'd left around Dara's apartment previously and he tugs on a pair of jeans and a shirt, fingers combing wet strands of hair out of his eyes.
Dara comes in while he's pulling on his socks and plugs in a hairdryer. When Matt gives him a questioning look, he shrugs and flips it on. His fingers card through Matt's hair as he dries it, the noise of the dryer drowning out out any potential conversation.
And it's... nice, surprisingly so. After a bit, the bathroom gets too warm with all the hot air flying around and Dara unplugs the machine, letting Matt use his fingers to style his hair out of its windblown state.
"Text me when you get to AZ." Matt tells him as he gets into his car and Dara leans down to press a kiss to his forehead. Matt's having none of that though and pushes up to catch Dara's lips.
...
Lucky for Matt, he's too lazy to take his backpack out of his car so he doesn't have to go back home to get it. He makes it to second period, barely, and smiles when he catches sight of the empty seat beside Mello.
School passes quickly, the text from Dara coming in during lunch. He leaves it impersonal in case anyone sees, but despite that Matt feels lighter than he has in a while.
"So, I was thinking we should go out tonight, do something fun." Halle's voice cuts into his awareness and he tunes back into the conversation. During the last few weeks, he and Mello have seemed to gravitate slowly into the ring of 'cool kids', the leader of which is Halle Lidner. Which isn't surprising at all considering her looks. But she's smart too, with a cold calculated way about her that Matt catches Mello unconsciously imitating. Together the two blondes have the potential to be terrifying and have quickly become the gossip of the school.
"What did you have in mind?" Mello asks, unknowingly echoing Dara's words from his dream and and Matt nearly bites a hole through his lip trying to not react.
"How about the club downtown?" Anthony Rester, a jock that's Halle's on- and off-again boyfriend of two years says and Halle beams, like her boyfriend isn't a lost cause after all. Mello scowls.
"Everybody goes to clubs." Mello says and Matt bumps shoulder with him.
"But we aren't everybody." Halle says.
"Besides, it could be fun." Matt says, thinking of his last experience in a club. Mello gives him a betrayed look, but doesn't protest again. Matt counts it as a win.
...
The club it packed, just like the one in Nevada had been. Music thrums through the air, the bass seeming to vibrate his chest and he makes a bee-line for the bar. Mello follows him, blending seamlessly with the crowd in a black leather vest and pants set. His hair is up in a messy ponytail instead of it's usual perfect bob and that, paired with the rosary around his neck and red Doc Martins on his feet, has clubbers eyeing him up. Mello seems to suck up the attention like light to a black hole, blue eyes dancing as he practically glows.
Matt orders a variety of shots and shooters, watching as Halle weaves through the crowd toward them to pull Mello into a dance.
"Planning to have a fun night?" The bartender asks as he shakes the the contents of a round of Kamikazes in a cocktail shaker.
"Something like that." Matt tells him, voice loud to reach over the music. He takes one of the shots and throws it back. The bartender smiles when he makes a surprised face.
"Good?" The man asks and the smiles morphs into a grin when Matt nods. "Then they're on the house."
"What are they called?" Matt shouts over the music and lets out a startled laugh when the bartender tells him that they're Orgasms. He loads the rest of the shots onto a tray and slides them over to Matt with a conspiratorial wink and Matt makes sure to drop a five into the tip jar.
He finds a table in a corner and sets the tray down, taking another Orgasm as he scans the crowd for Mello and Halle. It's as he's searching the section near the DJ booth that he catches eyes with a guy that only looks to be about college age. He's dancing with a pretty brunette girl, their bodies grinding together but when he catches Matt looking he smiles, slow and heated. Maybe it's the atmosphere, or the shots, but Matt feels like he's gotten the breath knock out of him.
Drinking down the shot in one quick go, he slips into the crowd, forging his way toward the DJ through the sweaty press of bodies. The guy seems to meet him halfway, the girl nowhere in sight as he pulls Matt toward him. He's tall and blonde with dark eyes and Matt's starting to think that he has a type. They don't talk, don't even try as a new song comes on, just grind against each other in what's basically a vertical imitation of sex. It's when the guy ducks down to kiss his neck that Matt jumps away, feeling his skin crawl with a sense of wrongness.
"You okay?" His partner asks and Matt mentally shakes himself, because what the hell?
"Sorry." He tells him instead of answering and they get back to dancing. Luckily, Blondie seemed to catch a hint and doesn't touch Matt's neck again. They do trade a quick kiss before Matt heads back to his table though and Matt can't help the smile that lights up his face. Halle's honed in on the tray of alcohol like a shark after blood, so he finds her, Mello, and Rester gathered around the table with shots in hand.
"Smooth moves, Matt." Halle says with a smirk and Matt flushes.
"When in the hell did you learn to dance?" Mello cuts in after he downs a Kamikaze.
"I spent the summer in Vegas." Matt tells him, like that explains everything. And it'll have to, because there is no way in hell that he's explaining that he learned from Dara. The thought alone makes him cringe on the inside.
"I bet he was blonde too. They seem to be your type." Rester mutters just loud enough for them to hear.
"Dude, you're all blonde!" Matt shouts and Mello shoots him a seductive look.
"Yeah, but Halle's a girl and Rester's straight, so that just leaves me." Mello says, voice low and dark and Matt thinks he's drunk until he sees the glimmer of a joke in the blonde's eyes.
"We should totally make out." Matt tells him, much to Halle's delight if the laughter is anything to go by. Rester looks slightly horrified at what he's started as Mello leans toward Matt with exaggerated slowness. They're inches apart when a shout of "GAY!" breaks over the music and Matt pulls back lightning quick to see Rester's older bother Giovanni standing beside the table with a bored looking Near at his side.
Suddenly Near's comment in the bathroom makes sense, because if he's hooking up with a TA then he's gonna know the private places in school where they'd be least likely to get caught. Picturing it makes Matt shudder on the inside but then he catches the look Near has on his face as he watches Vanni talk to Rester. It's...infatuation and that's just plain scary.
"Who knew the sheep had feelings." Mello murmurs to him and Matt laughs.
"Who knew he had game." He replies and Mello's scowl comes back. Matt's having none of that though and grabs the tiny bowl of salt from the tray. "Lick your hand." He tells Mello and follows his own advice when Mello obliges. Sprinkling salt over the wet spots on the back of their hands, he licks the crushed rock off of his own hand and downs a shot of tequila with a hiss. Mello follows his lead and makes a face. Matt passes him a lime wedge.
...
By the time they leave the club, both he and Mello are drunk, but the blonde is smiling and laughing. To Matt, that's all that matters right now, so he smiles too.
They catch a cab to Mello's since it's closer and they're nowhere near drunk enough to think driving is a good idea. Nichole isn't awake when they get home, for which Matt is infinitely glad, because there is no way that he's dealing with that right now.
But just in case, he puts Mello between him and the door before they go to sleep. The blonde curls around him, falling back into his childhood habit of using Matt as a full body pillow. It hot, stifling so, since fall hasn't quite started yet, but he doesn't mind.
"Thanks." The blonde whispers into his shoulder and is asleep before Matt can ask what for.
Is this a filler chapter? Yes, kinda. Do I still like it nevertheless? You bet your ass I do. But, there is drama up ahead so enjoy this while it lasts.
A/N: I edited this chapter a bit, so I'm reposting it. The next chapter will be up either tonight or tomorrow.