Matt-
I had him in my car, front seat, his legs crossed in a feminine way, and country wind lifting Swedish blonde locks from his shoulders, I could see his blue eyes narrow at the old road, and I watched him as he rolled the window up, ceasing the windstorm within the innards of the car.
"Matt"?
"Yeah"?
"How long are you planning to ravish me with your eyes"? My cigarette nearly dropped from my lips in surprise.
"You can see my eyes from behind my goggles"?
"No, I made an educated guess by the way your head was tilted at a slight angle, and how your hair blew against your lips that your attention was not focused on the road".
"So it was you who was ravishing me with your eyes"!
"I wouldn't call it ravishing". I slowed the car to a stop; his blue eyes darted nervously at the remoteness of our location.
"Matt, I'm going to have you know, I'm gay, and I don't like a tease. So you can either kiss me, or tell me to turn back to L's garage and forget I made any sort of perverse advance on you".
"Mello, I'm not saying I'm not gay but-"…
"Matt, you judging by that manga, you definitely aren't completely straight"… Mello sighs and lifts his blonde hair atop his head, producing a rubber band from his wrist; he ties his hair back from his face.
"I won't deny my attraction to you Mello, but I don't know what I am. I guess you could say I'm curious, but I can't confirm I'm concrete gay yet, I mean I've messed around with a few girls in town, and liked it"… I begin explaining, and Mello uncrosses his legs. Something about this action makes my skin feel warmer then my usual body temperature.
"So Bastard, why not 'mess around' with a guy and see if it feels good. Judging on the size of this town, you've really never had a man ravish you like Toki has". My face flames as Mello dampens his lips with a quick flash of pink muscle. He slowly reaches out, and touches my face with hands that have never been soiled with oil and grease, or blistered until raw. I arch my back at the simple caress of my face; he brings his hands to the rims of my goggles and lifts them painfully slow to the top of my head, mussing my hair in the process.
"Hey Bastard, your pretty hot". He says, and the way he says it, like he's commenting on the weather chills my desire a few degrees. Mello takes note, and presses his face to the bare of my throat, I feel his lips press lightly, leaving trails of kisses from my collarbone, to the back of my ear, where he nips with not his teeth, but the pinch of his lips, and I shiver roughly against him, and he chuckles.
"What"?
"Figures"?
"Figures what"?
"You smell like cinnamon".
"And"?
"You're a ginger". That comment, lands him a fist in the gut. I'm surprised as my knuckles great a wall of muscle on his stomach. He leans back, cockily against his seat and grins.
"I was sent here because I like to wear leather sex clothes traditionally worn by the female gender, of course I have to be muscular, or it wouldn't look attractive". For some reason, I find this hilarious, and I laugh. I truly laugh; laugh so hard, my goggles slide from the top of my head, and rest against my forehead, which only causes me to laugh harder. Mello looks at me like I've gone mad.
"You're a freak". He grumbles, and then turns to the window. I turn the key of my car, and adjust the shift.
"You've got to be a freak to survive at L's".
"True that". I reverse the car, and head back on the road from which we came. My name is Matt Jeevas, and I've messed around with a few girls, and a guy, and I honestly think, that despite the fact I've reached third base with all those girls, this guy with his snaky comments, and androgynous ways, was far more of a pleasurable thrill then all of them.