A/N: Happy 2015 guys! Oh gosh, how long has this story been going? Ah, still. I decided not to give up on this. I feel like I'm getting back together with my writing senses. ;0
Anyways, I've changed the rating of this from M to T. Mainly because I feel like I'm not going to write any lemon anytime soon. Gomen! I might need some practice still. The closest I'll get at attempting lemon is the first chapter in this. And that was a long time ago.
Hope you guys enjoy this chapter!
It was an early Saturday morning and things in the Jeevas household were already lively.
"Mels, how many times do I have to tell you not to throw your wrappers wherever? This is not an apartment slash disposal area." Matt chided with his hands on his hips while fiercely looking at the blonde who was sprawled on the sofa with the remote in his hands. He purposely had his goggles up just so Mello could see how exasperated he was.
Mello ducked as a crumpled chocolate wrapper was thrown at him. "Jeez, sorry cranky-pants. I was going to throw that away. You just got to it before I could."
The redhead rolled his eyes and joined his lover on the sofa. Mello automatically put his arms around him. "Are you going anywhere today?" he asked.
"Nah. I'm taking a break today. Why?"
Matt paused for a moment, hesitating if it was a good idea. Mello would like it most probably. "I was thinking of spending the day together. I mean, just the two of us." He didn't know why he was being shy about this. Maybe because they haven't had the chance to really be alone, since Matt was always busy with work and Mello was always busy with god knows what. And when they all come home, Roice is there with them. Just the thought of them going out like high school lovers acting cutesy and doing all sorts of puke worthy stuff was enough to make his stomach go haywire with butterflies.
Mello's eyes lit up at this. He has been Matt-deprived for too long. He turned to his lover, "For real? What about Roice?" a smile was starting to form on his lips.
"He's visiting a friend's house today."
With one swift move of the blonde, Matt was under him within a millisecond. He was propped up on his shoulders, his arms on either side of the ginger's head. His shoulder-length locks canopied their faces, their eyes now fixed on each other. "Do you have any idea what that means, Matty?" Mello breathed. His head dipped down gently, kissing Matt's cheek once he was close enough. He placed more kisses as he moved his way to the redhead's jaw and eventually to the crook of his neck. He inhaled his scent, his hair still smelling of shampoo.
Matt's lips parted, attempting to make a reply, but no sound escaped his mouth. He could only gasp as Mello made him hazy with his marshmallow lips. His heart thumped against his chest, knowing where this was going. He felt his eyes close and his hand clutching the collar of Mello's shirt. Closer, he wanted to be closer. Mello placed kisses all over. Matt's neck, his collarbone, the dip on his neck, his chin, the tip of his nose, over his eyelids, everywhere. Everywhere but his lips. Which was driving Matt insane.
"Stop teasing." Matt whined.
"Oh, but you're enjoying this." Mello remarked, amused.
Matt frowned. "Am not." His arms wrapped around Mello's neck. "Kiss me already, you bastard."
Mello didn't reply and finally clashed their lips together. The kiss was gentle, and soft, and careful. As if at any moment, the world could explode. But the calmness did not last long as both of them got lost in the moment. It transformed as they grew hungrier, needing more. The need and the want that they both endured for such a long period of time finally burst out, unbearable. They kissed like it was the first time after a hundred years. Their lips moved in perfect rhythm. Their tongues slid and played.
The temperature inside the room rose, at least for Matt it did. He doesn't even remember the last time that he and Mello kissed like this. Probably when they were still teenagers and driven by their uncontrollable hormones because puberty. Actually, they are driven by their hormones right now, but it was a whole new level for Matt because they were both adults. And Mello was showing exceptional skills (he tried not to get distracted by thinking off all the fucktards that laid their hands on the blonde during their 'separation period', as he'd like to call it). He was trying hard not to moan, but a few still escaped his throat. One of his hands lingered on Mello's hip, touching the bit of skin that was exposed. His hand slowly trailed further up, under Mello's shirt. He could feel his abdomen and the toned muscles that were like rocks under his touch.
Back at the orphanage, Matt would get it if people mistook him for a girl. But now… he doubts it, despite the long hair. Mello was too well built that it would look hideous on a girl, but not too built that it would look hideous on a guy. Just the right amount of manly. The right amount that could send Matt drooling.
"We should stop." Matt said in between a kiss. "This isn't the right place for this." Roice still haven't left.
"But you're already like this," Mello's hand gestured to the tightness in the redhead's pants, making a point.
Heat rose up to Matt's cheeks. "I-It's not like I want to stop. But Roice is still here. He could walk in at any moment." He sat up so Mello couldn't argue. Their position was still very inappropriate for a child to see, but at least they weren't lying down anymore.
Mello nodded, agreeing. "Well, I'm not going to argue with that. Besides, we have all day." He joined their lips briefly before standing up. He stretched and smirked at the way Matt looks. He just knew that he did a good job. "Might want to freshen up a little, Matty."
"Shut it." They didn't even do much, but Matt's hair was a mess, his face was bright red, and his lips were raw. Why was he the only one like this? Mello looked like nothing happened at all. Was that a skill attainable through experience too?
They were both startled when a door started opening. Matt quickly fixed his hair and straightened his clothes. They could hear the tiny steps nearing them. Roice appeared in the room a few moments later, fully-dressed and his backpack on him. He stared at them with his innocent eyes.
"Dad, we gotta hurry. It's almost eight!" The little pumpkin reminded, his brows raised up.
Matt stood up and looked at his son. He fake-pouted and placed his hands on his cheeks. "But I'm going to miss you so much. Do you really have to go?"
Roice rolled his eyes. "Daaaad~" He pointed to his watch.
Matt and Mello both laughed. "Yeah, yeah. I was just kidding. Do you have everything you need?" The redhead asked.
Roice nodded. "Yes, I already packed my things last night." He exclaimed, feeling proud of himself for being independent.
"Phone?"
"Check!"
"An extra shirt?"
"Check!"
"Umbrella?"
"Check!"
"Car keys?"
"Dad, I'm not old enough."
"Right, of course. That question was directed to myself." Matt spun around and grabbed the keys on the side table. "Let's go." Roice was out the door before he could even finish saying the two words.
Mello chuckled at the enthusiasm. "He sure is excited."
"Yeah. It's his first time visiting a friend without me." He gave the blonde a peck on the lips before lacing their hands and heading out the door.
"I'll pick you up at 6, okay?" Matt said, his head poking out of the window.
"Okay!"
Matt smiled and rolled up the windows. They waited for them to go inside before driving off. He let his mind drift off a bit before finally facing reality. They were alone now. He and Mello. Alone. In his car. His palms were starting to sweat. He could feel Mello's gaze lingering on him. And then he laughed. He looked at the amused blonde with a brow raised. "What's up with you?"
"Why are you so nervous? It's not like I'm gonna eat you alive or anything. (A/N: Heh. You're not fooling anyone, Mello) Is it that intimidating that we're finally alone together?" Mello asked. It was hilarious seeing Matt so flustered. He might as well have said it with the way he was acting. He probably wasn't aware that he'd been biting his lip and constantly tapping the steering wheel right after Roice left.
"Nervous? Who said I was nervous?" He laughed the most unconvincing laugh ever in the history of laughing.
"Oh, please, Matt." Mello rolled his eyes. "Look, it's okay if you don't want to do it yet. You haven't been touched there for quite a while now and it's totally fine and understandable if you feel like a virgin again."
At this, Matt pulled over on an almost empty parking lot of the conveniently placed supermarket. He silently unfastened his seatbelt and flawlessly made his way to the passenger's seat, onto Mello's lap. He pulled the lever to lean back the seat so he was hover over the blonde. His left hand snaked its way down to where Mello's belt was, his eyes never breaking contact.
"Sorry, could you repeat that last sentence? I couldn't hear you quite well." He didn't wait for his reply and just collided their lips. Nevermind starting slowly, he wasn't nervous anymore. He opened his mouth and let Mello's tongue enter his cavern, tasting everything. Their tongues danced together like long lost partners. Mello pulled him closer, their equally hard crotches grinding each other. A moan escaped Matt's lips, losing control again.
Their lips parted and they both gasped for air. Matt continued to take the lead and kissed Mello's neck. He found a spot that he liked and sucked on it to leave a mark. The blonde took off his shirt, finding it annoying that it was in the way. Matt placed a thousand more kisses on Mello's chest, going lower each time. He pecked and nibbled and stayed longer at some parts to leave more marks. It was a nice feeling that he was in command. Mello pulled him back and they were again engaged in a heated kiss. Matt felt like he was drowning and was slowly losing his mind. Everything felt so good and it was too much to handle. He missed Mello and the feel of his body and the feel of their bodies together. He missed these kinds of kisses. Kisses that reassures him that Mello wants him just as badly as he does the other. That they were both desperate and aching to be one again.
Soon, all of their clothes were gone and forgotten. Matt's world was spinning and spinning and spinning. He was drowning in pleasure and pain and happiness.
He let himself lose it because nothing else mattered.
It was their moment, finally.
Right there in his car, in that almost empty parking lot.
A/N: Hohohoh. So sorry for stopping there. It felt like a nice place to end the chapter with. I'll update as soon as I can!
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