Chapter Fifteen

I stared at him, my eyes roaming from his eyes to his pouty lips, his pouty lips to his rosy cheeks, rosy cheeks back to his eyes. His eyes were beautiful, so green, so deep. I could stare into his eyes forever. Now that I knew I loved him, I felt different, I felt like us, sitting here, meant more. But i couldn't tell him that. What if he rejected me? What if he still only thought of us as 'horny best friends'?

And so I kept that bit of life changing information to myself. No need to let him know just yet. I mean, I'd always have more time to tell him. Even so, it felt different, knowing that I loved him. It made my heart feel like it was going to burst through my ribs, it was beating like a jackhammer. It made my head swim, and filled it with little hearts floating around the heavenly image that was Matt. It made me want to touch him all over, not for myself this time, but just for his benefit.

So that's what I did. I started by lightly skimming my fingers along his stomach, just underneath the hem of his shirt and above the hem of his pants, causing a small shiver to run through his body. I lifted his shirt, pulling it off him and discarding it somewhere behind the sofa. My hands moved immediately back to his newly exposed flesh, exploring with my hands, fingers trcing the soft planes of his skin, pressing on certain pressure points I knew would have him making noises. I wasn't disappointed.

He mewled at my touches, rolled his head back and locked his hands on my shoulders. I smiled softly, kissing lightly along his collar bone, my lips just a whisper against his skin. As I let my fingers roam, my mouth followed them, of its own volition. A light kiss, a small lick, a soft nip here and there, making sure to feel every last bit of him.

"Mmn... Mello.." My name rolled off of his tongue, and I shuddered. It was an exhilirating experience, knowing that the breathy moan of my name was being emitted by the one and only person I had ever loved. I wanted to hear more, but I still wanted this to be about him and his pleasure. I lifted him lightly, laying him down on the couch facing me. He was gorgeous, his body majestic as he stared up at me. I crawled over him, leaning down to place a quick kiss on his lips, then moving down and locking my lips onto his neck.

I bit down, kissing and sucking at it until I was satisfied with the mark I had made. Lightly, my mouth still hovering over the mark, so Matt couldn't hear, I breathed out the word, "Mine..." I had marked and claimed my territory, even if he didn't know it. Dog-like? Yes. Did I care? No. He was mine. I claimed and marked him. I moved to the other side of is neck, repeating the process.

"Mine..." I breathed, once again too low for him to hear. I moved down his chest, kissing and nipping my way lower, and over every little mark, I'd breathe out the word, "Mine..." By the time I got to his stomach, the hem of his pants, he was arching his body up to me, covered in my territorial love-bites. I let my hands roam as I laved at his stomach, kissing and licking, breathing at the skin just above the hem of his pants. I dipped my tongue teasingly into his navel, remembering it was a weak point for him. He shuddered and moaned, hands convulsing on my shoulders.

"Hell.. Mello..." I smiled, nipping at the sensitive flesh, causing him to have a miniature siezure beneath me. I smiled wider, loving that I could make him react like that. As i licked and sucked at his delicate stomach, my hands were busy working at the buttons that kept his jeans in place on a regular basis. I wanted them off, and so did he, if his lifting hips were any indication. I slipped his jeans and boxers off in one fell swoop, my eyes taking in the magnificent sight before me.

His body was perfect, a work of art. I traced my fingers along his hips, and over the sensitive skin of his thighs, dragging my mouth in the wake of their path. I made two more marks with my mouth, right in the hollows of his hips, whispering, "Mine..," over each of them.

"Mels... Please.." I guess I was taking too long. I smiled, but since this was about makiing Matt feel good, I moved lower, breathing over him, teasing him.

"Aah.. Mel.. lo.." He moved his hands to my hair, pulling at it. I looked up to see pleading eyes staring down at me. It was too alluring, I had to give in. I licked lightly at the tip of his member, and his breathing quickened. He let out little gasps as I moved my mouth gingerly around, licking up and down. I moved my head, licking a stripe along the prominent vein on the underside, placing a kiss on the tip when I reached it. His eyes were staring at me, half-lidded, and I kept my eyes on his face as i took all of him into my mouth.

"Oh God.." His hands tightened in my hair as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. At this point, not having a gag reflex was my favorite thing about myself. It meant I could deep throat him without having to work at it, and I didn't have to worry about choking. I swallowed him whole, lightly bobbing my head, swirling my tongue around the base of his length.

I moved slowly at first, but Matt's hands in my hair wouldn't let me keep that pace for very long. He started using his grip on my hair to move my head at a faster pace, and I smiled around him. Matt was like a treat, and he was my favorite, even before my beloved chocolate. I sucked harder, driving him closer and closer to the edge. I moved my hands to caress and squeeze at his thighs, his hips, and up to his sides.

"Aah.. ha.." He was moaning and thrusting his hips up into my mouth. I moaned around him, the vibrations in my throat bringing on his release. He spilled over, and I swallowed everything, not wanting to waste any. It was salty, but it was Matt, so I loved it. I leaned back to breathe, his hands still in my hair. Looking up at him, I waited for him to open his eyes and look back down at me. When he did, I licked my lips, smiling. His eyes went all lusty, and my action all in itself made him half hard again. I smiled wider.

"What do you want, Matt," I asked, knowing he'd have to try to start his brain again to form an appropriate answer, rather than mumble out something unintelligible. He stared down at me, mouth open and ready to speak, but no words escaped his lips. Just a garbled noise before i was pulled painfully up by my hair, and he crashed our lips together. He was in control of the kiss, but i was still the dominant one. He pulled his hands from my hair and fumbled them, abnormally for him, at my clothes.

I smiled, pulling away from the kiss. He looked up at me with a pouty face, as if I wasn't supposed to do that, and after using the break to practically tear my vest from my torso, he pulled me back down into another kiss while his hands worked fervently at the jeans around my waist. I'd taken to wearing his jeans at home, only wearing the few pairs of leather pants I had on the rare occasions he let me out. Plus, the jeans didn't rub up against my still healing burns as much as the leather.

The jeans came off fairly quick, as did the boxers. He was pretty agile with his fingers, as he used them on a regular basis to beat and master every video game known to man. He pulled me close, grinding his hips into mine, our mouths till melded together by sheer force of will, seeing as we both needed to breathe, and badly. He wrapped his legs around my waist, grinding up into me once more and finally broke the kiss, pulling away and staring up at me.

"Now..." It was just a whisper of a breath, but he said it, and I stared down at him, part shock, part carnal desire. I held myself back, but only just.

"Matt, are you sure? You're not ready..."

"I wouldn't have said it if I wasn't sure.. I want you, now." And with that, he pulled me down into another lascivious kiss, moving his hips up, pushing himself onto me. I groaned into the kiss, and I couldn't hold back anymore; I slammed into him, and he cried out, wrapping his arms around my chest.