Title: My Eyes Don't Shed Tears
Rating: M - Explicit
Warnings: jealousy, explicit language, explicit sexual content, manipulation, D/s undertones.
A/N: Chapter Twelve, in which I introduce an OFC (and have no idea what I'm doing anymore).
A/N (2): I accidentally posted the wrong lyrics for chapter eleven so, I had to switch them. They were meant for this chapter, in case any of you feel a sense of Deja Vu.
Being me can only mean
Feeling scared to breathe
If you leave me then I'll be afraid of everything
That makes me anxious, gives me patience, calms me down
Lets me face this, let me sleep, and when I wake up, let me be
When I wake up I'm afraid, somebody else might take my place
When I wake up I'm afraid, somebody else might end up being me
Afraid by The Neighborhood
The day that Dara is supposed to arrive back from Arizona Matt begs off of school with a 'stomach ache' and waits for his parents to leave before hopping into Chevelle. He's not sure how much time he has before Dara arrives from the airport so he drives straight to the man's apartment and starts setting things up.
Which isn't really that hard because he only has to move one thing. Once that thing is positioned in the bedroom, instead of the entry hall, he spends the next hour or so in the shower, using up all the hot water because he can. He makes sure he's prepared, because he'd promised Dara a birthday present, something special, and he'd be damned if they weren't going to have the most insane marathon sex when the older man got back.
He's just leaving the bedroom for the second time (now in a t-shirt and boxers) in so many hours when he catches the tell tale jingle of a key in the lock and has the sense to throw himself onto the couch and pretend to be absorbed in his Gameboy (the GameBoy having been strategically placed on the coffee table for such a reason). He supposes that that is why he doesn't see her right away.
"Next time you go out on a business trip you're fucking me into the matt... Who the hell is that?!" He breaks off mid-sentence, green eyes wide as he catches sight of the small strawberry blonde girl standing slightly behind Dara. She meet's his gaze, her smile fading when he simply stares back, anger making him flush. Or maybe that was embarrassment. It sure as hell was something, because Dara had brought a...a
"Matt, this is Mia, she's going to be attending Venice High School here in Los Angeles." An art student apparently. Well, Matt can play along to that. Or maybe not.
"Not just any high school would do, I suppose." He says and Dara shoots him a disapproving look. Which is fucking rich. They are going to have words once Mia is out of the way. He just has to get her out of the way first.
Mia flushes in response to his words but she also emerges from behind Dara and Matt raises an eyebrow in response. (And okay, maybe Matt's being a bit of an ass but Dara brought a girl into the apartment! That meant something in this fucked up fiasco of a relationship.) "I came to LA for the Creative Arts programs. There are a lot more options than in AZ, but I won't be staying here."
"She's actually going to be staying with Nichole and Mello, as per request of her father. I was just her chauffeur, for all intents and purposes." And that loosens Matt's resolve to punch Dara once they're alone, just a bit. Today was supposed to be special, goddammit.
"So, you're not..." He hesitates, feeling slightly dumb and exposed, sitting on the couch in his boxers and glaring like a jealous boyfriend.
"Fucking? God no." Dara says and Mia's eyes widen in understanding.
"Oh. Oh! You're his lover. Partner? ...Boy-" She verbally stumbles to a stop and Matt almost winces in sympathy. Almost. Despite everything, a quick glance at Dara shows that the man is silently laughing, eyes crinkled at the corners in amusement. After a moment's awkward silence in which both teenagers grow more and more red, Dara finally takes pity on them and grabs his keys from the little decorative table by the door.
"Grab your bags from the entrance hall, Mia, and I'll drop you off at Nichole's." He tells her and she's smart enough to take the obvious cue to leave. After the door clicks shut behind her Dara turns to Matt with a smirk curving his lips. "I have to admit," He leans downs, brushing his lips to Matt's hair. "Jealousy suits you."
"I'm sure." Matt replies, tone dry and Dara's smirk grows into a satisfied smile.
"How about you work through your feelings while I drop her off, then when I get back we'll discuss why you smell like you drowned yourself in my entire bottle of body wash." Dara tells him, voice low and hinting at something that leaves Matt hot in more than just anger. Which is why he lets Dara kiss him, quick and deep, before pulling away.
The door opens and closes again as he sits there, thinking ever so obediently. It takes him a couple of moments to realize what Dara had done, bringing Mia here instead of straight to Mello's. "You fucking asshole," He mutters into the empty air of the living room, because Dara had wanted him jealous. Had wanted him angry and he has no fucking idea why. So he waits, playing through a few levels of Zelda as the time ticks by. He's just wrapping up chapter four of the game when Dara comes back in and he doesn't even bother to look up. He's not angry, although he should be, but he can play at being angry all he wants.
"You're an asshole, you know that, right?"
"Not so much," Dara steps closer, kneels down and takes the game out of his hands. "Just curious."
"And curiosity made you bring a girl here with the intent of getting me angry?"
"No." Dara says and presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth, chaste and soft, like Matt is some angry housewife that needs persuading. And that, oh that makes him angry. So he turns his head and captures Dara's lips, pressing in and taking in a way he never has. Dara hums, in surprise or satisfaction, he doesn't know. And he doesn't care.
"You should apologize." He says when he pulls back and Dara raises an eyebrow, collected as ever. Suddenly, he wants to reverse their roles, to make Dara be the one that begs for once. He wants to know that Dara wants this as much, more, than he does. So he leans down, presses his lips to the outer shell of Dara's ear and whispers, "I think you'll have to show me how sorry you are." He continues, echoing Dara's words from when they'd had sex in his and Nichole's bed. "Make it up to me."
He gains the satisfaction of seeing Dara's eyes widen when he pulls back; knows that if he checked, Dara's cock would be hard and staining against the fabric of his pants. But Dara doesn't let him revel in his victory for long, just rests his chin in the dip between Matt's legs, close enough to his cock to make Matt's breath catch but far enough away to deny any friction.
"And what would you have me do, kiddo?" He asks, deft finger making short work of Matt's shirt and boxers. His thumb brushes over the head of Matt's cock and Matt has to bite his lip to hold back a gasp. He's in charge here, not Dara, not this time.
"I want you to take me to the bedroom." Matt tells him and he can tell Dara isn't particularly impressed. Well, he'll have to fucking wait, won't he? Matt thinks and when Dara lifts him up, he wraps his legs around his waist and kisses him hard, not letting up until one of Dara's hands tugs on his hair. He pulls away enough to let the older man breath and bites at his bottom lip, watches it redden before moving to his neck.
"We're still in the living room." He observes and Dara growls a low reply, but starts toward the bedroom. Once inside, Dara drops him on the bed and makes to crawl over him but Matt presses the flat of his foot against his chest and watches in near fascination when Dara slowly kneels at the foot of the bed.
"Ahahah," He 'tsk's and Dara's eyes darken to a slate grey, pupils dilating but never losing his composure. Matt hates him for it a little, but if Dara can do it, then so can he. So he spreads his legs open a little wider, puts himself on display, watches as Dara gaze follows the movement like a predator to its prey and waits, willing his heart to stop racing. He gets what he's waiting for when Dara's eyes finally travel to his face, eyes slightly glazed but no less sharp, and he subconsciously licks his lips at the stark display of want in Dara's expression.
"I want you to sucks me off. But only use your mouth, no hands on me or yourself." And that gets something from Dara, whether it's approval or irritation he doesn't care to know but Dara does as he says, teasing him with slow deliberate licks before he opens his mouth and takes him in. Matt has to resist the urge to grab Dara by the hair and fuck him, especially when Dara pulls off all the way to the tip and sucks. Matt bites back a moan but can't stop from bucking his hips. Dara swallows convulsively and pulls off to gasp.
"Jesus, kiddo." He hisses and Matt smiles back at him.
"I won't say sorry until you do." He tells the man and laughs at the near glare Dara shoots him. That doesn't stop him from rolling his hips up in the universal symbol for more though and Dara studies him for a long moment before returning to his cock. This time he runs a rand through his hair first and Matt doesn't understand the gesture until the front strands tickle his stomach as Dara bottoms out.
"Fuck." Fuck fuckfuckfuckfuck!
"Liked that, huh?" Dara murmurs once he releases Matt with a wet sound. The breath of his words puff over Matt and he hisses in response. Reaching under the pillow above him. Matt triumphantly uncovers a bottle of lube and resist the urge to smile when Dara hums his approval.
"Very much. In fact, I think you deserve a reward." He says and Dara's shoulders twitch, but he doesn't protest Matt's belittling tone. He simply catches the bottle of lube when Matt tosses it to him and pools a little on his fingers.
Matt props himself up on his elbows to watch as Dara circles his rim once, twice, before pressing in to the fist knuckle. Matt doesn't wait to adjust fully, simply clenches his muscles around the digit and watches the flame lust in Dara's gaze turn into a bonfire.
"Keep going." He commands and that first fingers is joined by a second with no more than a gasp from the redhead.
"Schön," Dara murmurs and Matt knows enough German from Mello to know what Dara just called him. Beautiful.
The third finger soon joins the first two, and honestly, Matt's impressed. Dara hasn't touched himself at all. When he mentions as much, Dara gives him a look.
"You said I couldn't." He explains and Matt's nerves light up, heart thrumming. He watches as Dara returns to his task, wondering why the other man has decided to play along instead of just taking him. Fuck knows Matt would have let him. But Dara doesn't need to know that, he decides and presses his foot against the man''s chest again. Dara gets the message right away and leans back on his heels, fingers leaving Matt with a slightly hollow feeling.
"Strip," Dara rises to his feet, hands going to the buttons of his white shirt first as he kicks his shoes off. "Then fuck me."
Those fingers pause for the briefest of moments, then continue their work, quick and familiar. The shirt comes off with a shrug of Dara's shoulders and Matt sucks in a breath. Sure he's seen Dara in all his naked glory before, but he's never been able to lean back and enjoy the view, never been clear minded enough to really take in how hot Dara really tan trousers are next, then the briefs and Dara's standing there naked while they stare at each other. It's not Matt that moves first, but Dara, as he kneels onto the bed and presses a kiss to Matt's throat. Matt opens his mouth to ask what the Dara's waiting for when the man pushes his knees nearly to his chest and presses into him in one smooth movement. It takes a bit for Matt to adjust, because it's been too long, fucking forever, but Dara seems to know the exact moment he does because he inches deeper, until he's buried inside the redhead entirely.
"I remember telling you to fuck me." Matt finally says when Dara doesn't immediate being to move. Dara lets out an annoyed breath but pulls out enough to press back in with more force. Matt hisses out a sound of approval and drops down flat to the bed.
"And I remember when you begged instead of ordered." Dara replies, lips sweeping over Matt's neck. Matt angles his head to allows him more access at the same time that he let out a breathless laugh.
"I don't plan to be the one begging." He whispers back and Dara's only reply was a particularly harsh thrust of his hips. Matt's breath catches before he let out a moan and grinds his hips against Dara. After that, neither of them speak beyond the occasional demands from Matt and German expletives from Dara. Matt feels like his blood is simmering under his skin, chest aching with the need to breath beyond the mounting pleasure in his veins. That pleasure sparks sharply when Dara changes angle, pressing in impossibly deeper as Matt lets loose a loud moan. In response Matt presses his nails into the skin of Dara's back and drags them down, not enough to break the skin but enough to sting. That earns him a bite and Matt almost laughs but Dara picks up speed, pounding into him in a way that makes Matt's eyes roll in ecstasy.
"Fuck daddy, fuck." Matt bites out as Dara bit at his pulse point. Dara can no doubt feel his pulse racing as he licks over the skin afterward but he doesn't comment. Instead he grabs Matt's legs and wraps them around his wait before pressing his forearms into the mattress by Matt's head. Matt knows Dara can't get any deeper than he already is but that doesn't mean he can't still take Matt's breath away. So when he hits that bundle of nerves inside him, Matt's whole world lights up and he forgets to breath for a few mind numbing moments. He comes back to warmth on his stomach and Dara's face pressed into his shoulder as his own orgasm rocks through him.
"You're fucking brilliant kiddo." Dara murmurs once he catches his breath and Matt hums, eyes drifting closed as the blonde pulls out of him.
...
"So Dara dropped some girl off at out house on Saturday." Mello announces when Matt meets him in front of the school on Monday and Matt widens his eyes in appropriate surprise.
"Really? What the hell for?" He asks and Mello shrugs.
"Don't know, apparently she's down here to get some art degree or something but that doesn't explain why she's staying with us."
"Maybe because she can't stay with Dara, it wouldn't look right." He suggests and his mind yells hypocrite! right back at him.
"Apparently her parents were really good friends with mine before they moved to Phoenix or some shit."
"Then they probably don't know that Dara and Nichole are splitting."
Mello snorts. "'Course they don't. Dara wouldn't want his business buddies to know that he's piece of shit father." Mello says, voice harsh and Matt crushes down the urge to defend Dara. Seriously, what the fuck? Dara's fucking horrible, there was no getting around that. But not to you, that annoying voice reminds him and he really wishes he could tell it to shut up without sounding insane.
"But get this," Mello continues at the same time that someone yells "Hey, Mello!" from the cluster of students ahead. "She's decided to come here instead of whatever fancy ass school her parents chose." The blonde finishes as Mia races into view. Her eyes widen when she seems Matt, mouth forming a perfect O of surprise.
Beside him, Mello rolls his eyes and ignores her, while Matt nearly has a heart attack. Mia, for her part, pretends like she's never met Matt before, offering him a bright smiles, as she bounces on her feet. Matt hates her a little, but she smiles and nods like he's happy to meet her.
But he can't help but thinking that things just got infinitely more complicated.
Holy shit, this chapter was a monster! But, nevertheless, I hope you all like it.
What do you think of the new twist to Matt and Dara's jaunts? What do you think of Mia so far? Any hopes for what's going to happen next?
Funnily enough, Mia's name was going to be Linda before I remembered that was an actual DN character and had to change it. So if you see any Linda's, let me know!
Until next time though, I love you all and look forward to posting the next chapter!
Reviews are love,
checkerboardom
P.S: Please excuse any errors, it's nearly midnight and I have to get up for work in a couple hours, so I didn't comb through for mistakes like I normally would.
