Heey! So my last two chapters got TONS of reviews and I just wanna say THANK YOU to those people and to those of you who read my Author Notes! To answer some of your reviews-
brightnight003, you can absolutely use some of my writing, as long as you mention me :3 And yeah, I was thinking of writing a BB and Jamie chapter actually. STOP READING MY MIND! XD
MyBeautifulBlackHeart- ZOMG THANK YOU! I always try to improve my writing. I have more plans for this story, so don't expect it to be over just yet. ;)
Glimfire- Lol, I forgive your giggling. I tried to lighten it up a bit. And I will buy Jamie a straight jacket. *Pulls one out of nowhere.* Here ya go Jay! *Forces it onto him and maybe makes it too tight :P* Jamie:WTF?
LooksBreedLove- THANK YOU! HUGS! I'D MAKE A HEART BUT THOSE DON'T WORK! (Teehee it took me like five minutes to understand your name. It's cute :3)
Awesomenessknowsnobounds- Yay! Thanks ya! And I'm still not sure what I'm going to do with Jamie. But something's gonna happen.
Mid-Summer Romance- Sorry for making you cry . Lol your second review made me laugh. Yeah they're pretty much the best couple EVAR (Matt and Mello forever!) Everybody likes puppies :P (That was supposed to be a lame way of saying everyone loves Matt... Why do I even try sometimes -_-) And aww you're sweet. I think I love you. Sorry for annoying you with my awesomeness. ^-^
The song used is Not Your Fault by AWOLnation (Who I LOVE!) and I DO NOT OWN IT AT ALL!
Kayy so since I had two serious chapters in a row, here's some fluff, dirty jokes and yaoi along with a look into BB and Jamie's relationship! I'll be switching POV's in this one a lot. :D I LOVE YOU GUYS!
ALSO! This chapter has over 6000 words O.O
BB's POV
"Ungh! Mells! To the left! Ohh yeahh that's the spot! Do that again! Right there! Almost done! OHHHHH! C'mon, I know you can do better than that!"
"I'm trying, Matt! I just can't do it!"
"Bend like this. No, there. Yeah! See?"
"I can't!"
"It's okay; we haven't done this one in a while. Remember- Up, down, left. Up, down, right."
"Like this?" Mello asked. Matt let out a breathy 'Ohh yeah!'
"Perfect!" There were a few pants and grunts, and a joyful cheer. "There you go!" Matt encouraged. "Just keep that rhythm."
"Is this good?" A contented sigh could be heard from the living room.
"Beautiful." More grunting and Matt called out, "Oh, here we go! Here it comes! OH MY GOD YES!"
Jamie and I had gone out for a date, and when we came home, we got trapped while Matt and Mello did... Well... that... in the living room.
"HIGH SCORE!" They screamed, making Jamie and I look at each other in confusion. I walked into the room and found Matt on the couch with Mello on his lap. Mello was holding an X-box controller. They both looked overjoyed.
"What the fuck is going on in here?" Jamie asked, leaning against the wall beside me.
"Mello was playing a game! And he did really well!" Matt hugged Mello from behind, making Mello blush. Matt was so cute sometimes.
"It sounded like you were having sex!" I chimed in, making Jamie blush and shift uncomfortably. M&M laughed with me though.
It was a few days since Jamie snapped. The voice in Jamie's head was gone, and he and Matt were slowly losing the wall that had been thrown back up. Matt was more relaxed with Mello near him, and vice versa. Mello seemed to like me, and I liked him too. He was so high-strung, and it was fun to pull his strings. He and I had a good time, though. Matt was such a sweetheart it was hard not to like him, and he always blushed at my dirty jokes. It was the funniest thing when he joined in with me.
Hey, you're probably wondering how Jamie and I met. Well shut the fuck up and calm down and I'll tell you.
I was having a shitty day, and I was feeling lonely, so I went to get a drink. I went to a bar out of town to get away from my problems. I took a seat at the bar and slumped over.
"Tough night?" a rough voice asked me. I looked up and liked what I saw. A tall, almost ginger man was drying a glass and smiling empathetically at me. He had cold brown eyes filled with secrets. That fascinated me. Usually, brown eyes were warm. And mystery excited me. He had just enough stubble to look unkept and sexy. The Sexy Bartender was wearing a tight grey shirt that showed off muscled arms. I sighed.
"You have no idea. What drink goes well with dead brother?" Sexy Bartender's eyes softened.
"My condolences. And a nice big shot of vodka, or tequila, or maybe a rum and coke?" Sexy Bartender offered. "On the house." I smiled.
"I'll have all of the above and I'll pay for two." he grinned and left to make my drinks. I checked out his ass. I wonder if he's gay...
"There you go." he placed my drinks in front of me and leaned against the counter, looking at me. "The name's Jamison by the way." he held out a hand.
"I'm Beyond." he blinked those cold-warm eyes at me in confusion.
"Pardon?" I smiled evilly, noting the shiver that went down Sexy Jamie's spine.
"Beyond. It's my name." He tilted his head to the side. It was very cute and sexy.
"Interesting. Tell me, Beyond, do you wear contacts?" I was slightly surprised. No one had asked me that so straight-forward before.
"Nope. My eyes are naturally like this." I was used to my eyes creeping people out. Sexy Jamie just looked curious.
"I don't believe you." he said, narrowing his eyes. He looked slightly scary like that, and I'd never admit it, but it kinda turned me on.
"Okay." I amended. "I'll prove it." I stuck my finger on my eyeball, then pulled it away to show that there was no lens on my finger. Sexy Jamie looked impressed, then disgusted.
"It's really gross that you can do that so easily." he said. I shrugged.
"It's one of the many things my talented fingers can do, Jamie." I winked at him, just a test to see if he would be interested. Sexy Jamie turned bright red and turned back to the bar, stuttering. And there started an amazing relationship.
I started coming back to that bar just to see my Sexy Jamie. We talked and flirted, got to know each other. Over time, his cold eyes grew warmer when I was around, but those secrets remained. He would blush like a schoolgirl when I hit on him. I still couldn't tell if he was gay. One night, about three months into knowing him, I decided to ask him.
"So," I started, taking a sip of my beer. He leaned over the counter, getting closer to me so he could hear better. "Which do you prefer? Men or women?" Sexy Jamie flushed and looked down at the counter.
"Men. And men only." he looked up at me from under his eyelashes and laughed. "Girls are too much work." I nodded in agreement. "What about you?"
"Oh, honey! Men!" I waved my hand around flamboyantly. Jamie laughed adorably. I calmed down and he stepped closer, looking shy.
"So... Have you been hitting on me all this time?" I smiled deviously.
"You could tell?" He grinned this crazy, sexy lopsided grin.
"I'm not allowed to flirt with my customers." His voice suggested that he didn't give a shit.
"Well, obviously you broke that rule." he smiled, but it disappeared and his eyes trailed to my lips.
"I want to kiss you." he said. Those five, simple words set my whole body on fire.
"You can't do that here though." What was supposed to be a sarcastic sentence came out breathy and needy. He looked into my eyes. All the coldness was gone now.
"Can you wait until my shift is done?" he asked. I nodded. He fixed a suggestive smile on me and walked away slowly, moving down the bar to take an order. He winked at me and then focused on his job. Through the rest of his shift, he sent smiles towards me, 'accidentally' brushing my hand with his, bending over and stretching a lot. It was so extremely frustrating that by the end of the night, I was ready to jump across the bar and fuck him senseless. Finally, he finished cleaning up and gestured for me to follow him to the back of the bar. We stepped into a separate room, full of coats and whatnot from the staff. He locked the door and looked at me.
"Well?" I insisted, impatient. He smiled and stepped forward slowly. His hands met my hips and traced their way up my waist, then down again. I shivered at the feel of his hands on my body. He leaned down and kissed me very softly, his tongue poking out to make its way into my mouth. I bit his tongue and pulled it into my mouth, sucking on it. Jamie let out a gasp and a long, soft moan, pulling me closer. And in that split second, we went from suppressed lust to wild passion.
I was pressed against the wall, Jamie thrusting his hips against me, with my legs around his waist, trading sighs and spit and experienced tongues. My hands roamed his shoulders and his hair, pulling and scratching in my own rough way of love. It turns out Jamie was a biter, nipping my lips and tongue and neck. Jamie bent his head down to work at taking off my shirt, his fingers pulling desperately at the white material. I caught my breath and tried to speak.
"N-no. We need... Bed... Where do you live?" Jamie moaned in frustration and bit at my collarbone. I gasped in pleasure. Fuck you, I like it rough.
"Down the street." He answered.
"Come on then." He dropped me gently and gathered what he needed. We walked to his car, with his hand in my back pocket. He explored my inner thighs while he drove one-handed. We made out and walked at the same time through the parking lot. We were jittery as we took the elevator to the floor his apartment was on. He opened his door impatiently and locked it behind him, pulling off his jacket and picking me up. He carried me to the bedroom, biting and sucking on me the whole time. He placed me on the bed, then pulled me on top of him. I straddled him, giving him a confused look.
"I like to bottom." he explained, panting softly. I smiled.
"Good, cause I planned on fucking you into tomorrow." Jamie groaned in agreement. I yanked off his shirt, letting myself get harder at the sight of his gorgeous body. (How much did he work out?) Then I started stripping myself. He pulled off his dark blue jeans and waited until I was naked. He then pulled me into a searing kiss, his tongue flicking out to meet mine. We ravaged each other's mouths for a moment, until I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled away, cackling like a mad man. Jamie's eyes went wide, like he was scared, but the way his dick lifted was enough to let me know that he secretly liked it.
"You're insane." he breathed, laughing slightly. I bent down and whispered into his ear, my teeth brushing his earlobe.
"You like it." I growled and bit his ear, loving the sharp cry that left Jamie's swollen lips.
"Oh, god, take me!" he begged. I smiled maliciously.
"As you wish." I murmured in a low voice, watching Jamie shiver. I stuck three fingers in my mouth briefly. I could tell he liked it rough too. I stuck two fingers inside him without a warning, receiving a cry of pain and pleasure as a reward. I scissored him, leaning down to lick at one of his nipples.
"Fuck... More!" Jamie moaned, bucking against my fingers. I added a third one and pushed them in as far as they would go, until I brushed a certain part inside him and he started moaning. "Oh my god..." he whispered.
"Do you want me?" I purred, sucking on his nipple. Jamie was panting, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
"Yes! Please, fuck me!" I smiled and pulled my fingers away, picking up Jamie's long legs and putting them over my shoulders.
"Have any lube?" I asked, rubbing myself at his entrance. Jamie sighed and reached to his bedside table, pulling out some lube and handing it to me. I dropped his legs and uncapped the bottle, squirting some onto my hand and rubbing it on my hard member. I hissed at the feeling of my hand on myself and stroked myself a few times. Jamie moaned in exasperation.
"Hurry up!" I looked up at Jamie and had to try my hardest not to laugh. He was spread out in front of me, his back arched and his brown eyes melting with want. I kissed up his chest and caught his mouth with mine, distracting him. Then, with a quick snap of my hips, I entered him all the way to the hilt, making him sigh and moan in pleasure. "Oh, my god..." he panted. "Move." It was fast and hard and passionate, and I'm not going into very much detail, because Jamie will kill me. (He moans like a whore and man oh man does he beg for it!) Actually, screw it! Have some details!
As we approached our climax, Jamie clawed desperately at my chest and shoulders, whining softly. I had brought him to the edge and then stopped three times already, and I had to hold back my release a few times as well, so we were both panting and shaking from pleasure. His longs legs were trembling on either side of me, his thighs twitching as I rested my hands on them, rolling my hips in a circle. He moaned wantonly and whispered my name. I knew it would be worth all this torture. It always is. I aimed for his prostate again and thrusted slowly, just barely brushing his sweet spot.
"Do you want to come, my sweet little bitch?" Oh, and I had figured out that Jamie was into dirty talk. He whimpered under me.
"Please!" I laughed low in my throat, and surprised him by breaking the slow pace I had set and repeatedly pounding into him, striking his prostate with deadly intent. He practically screamed in pleasure, pulling at my hair and scratching at my skin, leaving marks. This only fueled my lust more, causing me to bend over him, grabbing his hips in order to thrust harder inside him. Jamie tossed his head back, his eyes squeezing shut. He grabbed tightly into my arms, his nails digging into my biceps. "Oh, oh fuck! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! Oh my god! AH! Beyond!" He arched his back until I thought it was going to snap and tightened like a vice around my sensitive cock. He let out the sexiest sound I have ever heard and came all over our stomachs and his chest. I managed to be proud of him for using my strange name in bed before I was struck by a wall of blinding pleasure.
"Great Scott!" I shouted, losing my rhythm as I spilled into him. Once I calmed down enough to move, I pulled out of him and lay beside him. Jamie pulled me into his arms and bit my earlobe softly.
"Great Scott?" he asked, laughing softly. His breath so close to my ear made me shiver.
"First thing that came to my head." I panted. He pulled me down so my head was on his chest and put his arms around my shoulders, leaving a soft kiss on my head.
"So…" he whispered. "I know after sex isn't the best time to discuss relationships, but are we official now?" I breathed a laugh.
"Yeah sure. But first…" I moved up and leaned my head on my hand, looking at him. His eyes were completely melted, but the secrets were still there. "Tell me what those secrets in your eyes are." He smiled sadly.
"My only secrets are in my past." He murmured. "I had a bad childhood." I touched his hair empathetically.
"Didn't we all?" he stared at me for a long moment, studying my face.
"Do you have any siblings?" he asked. "Other than your brother?" I shook my head.
"Nope. Just him. We were twins, identical, except for our eyes." I grinned at the thought of Lawliet. "He was a smart little bastard. He was the best detective out there, and he was murdered by his partner." I looked back at Jamie. "What about you?" his eyes darkened.
"I had a little brother… or have a little brother. I'm not sure which. I haven't seen him since I was fifteen. My father was… not a nice man. He blamed my brother for making our mother sick. Our dad used to do horrible things to him, and he made me do horrible things to him. That poor kid, he must be so messed up. And then one night, my dad fed our mom poison, and he left her with my brother. He took off with me and brought me with him, and I lived with him until I was eighteen, when I ran away. I've been on my own ever since." I started at him in horror, then held him in a tight hug.
"That's terrible. I'm so sorry!" I burrowed my head into his hair, comforting him. We spent the rest of the night together, just talking, until we fell asleep.
We started having 'sleepovers' more and more until I just moved into Jamie's apartment. Three months after that, we moved to New York, and Jamie got a job at a video game store. Three days after that, we met Matt and Mello and you know the rest.
So, after all that, I'm going back to what I was talking about, thank you very much.
I threw myself onto the couch beside M&M (I like calling them that) and said sweetly,
"So, can you two young, angelic, gorgeous children go into your room so Mommy and Daddy don't burn your innocent eyes while we have hot, dirty, kinky sex?" Jamie yelled in disapproval,
"Beyond!" Matt looked confused and asked,
"Mommy and Daddy?" and Mello burst into laughter and exclaimed,
"Innocent?" I threw my head back and cackled, then shooed M&M away.
"I was serious, go away." Matt dashed off, yelling,
"I need an adult! I need an adult!" and Mello rolled his eyes, following him. I leaned back on the couch, happy to find Jamie already crawling onto the couch.
"And now to take care of you…" I murmured.
Mello's POV
When I walked into our room, Matt was sitting on our bed with a pillow behind his back, playing his game. He looked up and smiled, the harsh light of his DS reflecting off of his goggles. I stood with a hand on my hip and studied him.
It turned out that his nose had NOT been broken, and his black eye was slowly but surely fading. His newest cuts and scrapes were healing, adding to his list of scars. He was still a bit tender when he moved, the bruises his brother left taking their toll on his body. For the most part, the limping had stopped, and Matt was only slightly careful when sitting down. Looking at him then made it apparent to me that I had no self-control.
"Put your game down." I said simply. Matt's smile faded into a look of confusion. He paused his game and then placed his DS on the bedside table. "Take your goggles off." He pulled off his goggles, hanging them around his neck and shook out his shaggy red hair. I tilted my head to the side. "Take your shirt off." His eye brows came together in confusion, but he did as I asked, showing off his bruised, skinny body. I licked my lips in appreciation. "Mmm…" I moaned, crawling across the bed to straddle him. I buried my face in his strawberry scented hair and laughed. "Strawberries?" I asked quizzically. Matt made a frustrated noise.
"It's moisturizing!" I pulled away so I could laugh out loud, which gained me a shouted 'Shut the fuck up! Having sex here!' from the living room. Matt giggled softly and I covered my mouth so I wouldn't laugh.
If Matt and I were walking down the street, I admit that I would definitely look way gayer than he does. In fact, Matt looks completely straight. However, that is so not true that it makes me laugh.
Matt is gay. (Well duh.) But Matt is so gay that he puts my gay antics to shame. He uses women's shampoo sometimes. He blow dries his hair almost every time he takes a shower. He drools over actors and video game characters (all men of course). He sometimes lisps (which is the most hilarious thing ever!). He walks like a gay man. Sometimes he does the whole limp wrist thing when he's getting into a topic. He watches wedding shows and cries at romantic comedies. He claps his hands when he laughs. Sometimes he jumps up and down when he's excited. I've heard him squeal before. I even caught him with some girly fashion magazine… And he had been reading it! And yes, sometimes when we're alone, he wears an apron when he's cooking.
I tangled my hands in his hair, holding his head softly.
"You're so gay." I laughed. Matt faked an offended face and pulled away to look at me.
"You say that like it's a bad thing. You should be glad I like dick!" I grabbed his face and pulled him in for a long, desperate kiss. I wound my arms around his neck and he rested his hands on my hips as he pulled me closer. I pulled away after a moment to breathe, tilting my head back so Matt had access to my neck. He kissed down my throat, breathing heavily.
"The only dick you're allowed to like is mine." I panted, letting out a soft whimper as his long hands made their way to the backs of my thighs. Matt pulled away to smile lazily at me, running his fingers up and down my thighs.
"That's fine with me." I leaned down and caught his lips with mine, nipping his bottom lip lightly.
"You're so sexy." I whispered, my voice sounding rough. Matt growled playfully, sending shivers down my spine. He pulled me closer, so my stomach was flush against his, then changed his mind and laid me down underneath him. He slowly crawled up my body, pulling off my loose white t-shirt and kissing my torso as he made his way up my body. He set to work on my neck, kissing and sucking softly on my skin. I was making some embarrassing noises. He only pulled away to remove his goggles completely, and then he pressed softly against me, our skin rubbing together and sending shocks of pleasure through my body. Matt panted lightly against my ear and whispered,
"Mel… I want… I want you to make love to me." Surprise took over me and I absently kissed Matt back when his lips met mine.
"I- Are you sure?" I asked, both excited and worried. Matt pulled away and looked at me. From my position, his hair hung around his face like a halo, and his eyes looked so impossibly green and beautiful. His lips were parted and little pants left them, his breath ghosting over my face. He traced the tendons in my forearms, meeting my hands with his, and holding them carefully, our fingers intertwined.
"Yes. I need you to take me back. I want you." I gazed at him for a moment, then grinned. I gently hooked my legs around his waist and pulled him down so his hips pressed against mine.
"I love you Mail." I whispered. His mouth met mine again with frenzied, unabashed passion. I flipped us over and straddled Matt, half running my hands through his hair and half holding myself up. I gently raked my nails down his stomach and he pulled his mouth away from mine to cry out in desperation. One of his hands found my hair and brought my face closer so his tongue could wrestle with mine, and his other hand ran slowly up my waist, nails digging in slightly. Being used to having sex multiple times a day and then going to absolutely no sexual contact for a few days really wears on a man. I changed the way our legs were positioned and spread Matt's legs softly with my own, rubbing my clothed erection against his. Matt moaned in appreciation.
"Ahn, Mihael!" He gasped. I moaned wantonly. Fuck, I didn't care if I was just humping him like some kind of horny teenager, it was good. "Please!" he whimpered.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes! Just- Please! I love you, I need to remember what you loving me feels like." My breath caught in my throat. I ceased my dry-humping and reached for the button of his jeans. When I looked up at him, Matt was biting his lip, his hair tousled and sexy and adorable. I undid his pants and slipped them off, kissing along his skinny thighs until my nose brushed against the tent in his boxers. He sighed softly as I brought a hand up to touch him. "Mihael," he murmured, his voice velvety soft.
"It's me." I answered back, shuffling around to take off my own pants. I was, as always, going commando, so the only thing that lie in the way of sweet release was Matt's boxers. I kissed his hips as I pulled off the soft fabric. Matt let out an incredibly sexy breathy moan as I took his erection into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him.
"Oh, fuck…" he whispered covering his face with his hands. I pulled my mouth away from him and reached up to take his hands away.
"No," I said, dragging my tongue up his navel. "I want to see what you look like." He let me uncover his face, a slight blush brushing across his cheeks. I smiled. "Much better." I whispered, and set back to work on his throbbing member. I started gently, merely teasing him. Matt stroked his long fingers through my hair, panting and groaning softly. I surprised him by sucking on the head of his erection strongly. His back arched and a soft, sweet sounding 'Oh' left his lips. I hummed as I took him deeper into my mouth, then sped up my movements, making him writhe in pleasure.
"Mm- hah, god Mels! I think- Oh my god! I think I'm-" Matt's head fell back and his mouth dropped open, giving me the signal I needed to stop. He moaned in frustration and pouted at me.
"Relax, baby. I'll take care of you." I kissed him, shuddering as his fingers made their way along my torso. I leaned over him and reached into our drawer, pulling out our bottle of lube. I rubbed his balls with my open palm, smiling at the gasp that left him. I snapped the bottle open and coated three fingers, setting one at his entrance. I sucked softly on his member, distracting him as I touched my finger to him. "Ready?" I asked, looking up and finding fear in his eyes.
Matt's POV
His finger was just barely brushing my entrance, and yeah, it felt good, but I couldn't stop the flow of memories that flashed before my eyes. I let out a little whimper.
"Just do it, Melly." Mello smiled sadly and kissed across my hips as he slowly put a finger inside me. I tensed, and tightened around his finger, making him moan.
"Oh, Mail. You need to relax, love. If you're that tight when I go in, I'll come right away." That thought banished some of the bad ones from my mind and made me remember the throbbing I was feeling below the belt. I took some deep breaths and gave Mello permission to add another finger. He thrusted them gently and scissored me until I was stretched enough for three fingers, at which point Mello curved his fingers and found my prostate. White spots covered my vision and I went limp.
"Ohh…" I sighed. "Right there, Mihael." I rocked against his fingers as he drummed them against my sweet spot. His fingers left me, making me complain. I settled against the pillows as he lubed up his member and positioned himself at my entrance. He looked at me, his blue eyes soft and hazy with lust.
"Is this okay?" I held his face and brought him closer for a kiss, moving my hips closer to his. He held my hips and thrusted carefully into me, causing me to gasp. "Did I hurt you?" Mello asked worriedly. I shook my head, rocking my hips again.
"No. Just move." He smiled a lazy, sexy smile and held me close, pressing into my hot spot with each careful thrust. As we got into it, I became more desperate, pulling him closer and panting harshly. Mello spread my legs and pulled them over his shoulders, getting deeper and hitting my prostate firmly. I lost myself in the heat of the moment, in the sound of uneven breaths and moans of 'Oh, yes!' and 'Harder!' filling my ears. Mello wrapped his hand around my dick, stroking expertly. I felt myself tighten, getting closer. "Mel, I'm gonna-" Mello leaned down and kissed me tenderly, softening his movements.
"Come for me baby." He moaned, breathing heavily against my ear and neck. I moaned loudly, clinging to his shoulders and crying out his name as I came, that familiar hot coil letting go in my stomach. Mello gasped and rocked against me, riding out his own release. Then we lay there, Mello pulled out of me and I complained. He laughed and lay beside me, pulling me into his arms. We didn't even need to say anything. The soft kisses he laid on my shoulders and the gentle way I stroked his hair told us what we needed to know.
…
Later, I padded into the kitchen in my boxers, on a mission for Mountain Dew and chocolate. I found BB sitting on the counter, eating out of a jar of jam. I smiled shyly and opened my bottle, taking a sip. BB grinned crazily and patted the counter beside him. I crossed the kitchen, looking nervously over my shoulder.
"Hey," B said once I sat beside him. "I was thinking we could go for a drive tomorrow, you, me and Jamie. Just to get out of the city." I tapped my knee nervously.
"I dunno…"
"I won't leave you two alone, I promise. I'll take care of you, Matt. I like you." I rubbed my knee, looking at the ground.
"Well, I guess it'd be okay." I mumbled. Beyond got off the counter and, much to my surprise, gave me a quick peck on the cheek.
"Jamie really does love you, and he feels really bad for what he's done. I won't ask you to forgive him; that would be too much. All I ask is that you try to look past what he's done and see him for what he is now. He's trying." BB squeezed my knee and left the kitchen. As I walked by Jamie and BB, sprawled on the couch, I looked took a second to look at them. B was settled comfortably on Jamie's chest, snuggled up to him while Jamie stroked his hair and smiled absently, his eyes closed. I smiled despite myself and brought Mello his chocolate.
When I walked into our room, Mello was lying on my side of the bed, hugging my pillow. He was still awake and blinking slowly, smiling every now and then.
"Mel." I said, getting his attention. Mello perked up, sitting up in bed and holding out his hand for his chocolate. We sat together, consuming our addictions (Well, at least one of mine) until we ran out. I settled into Mello's side of the bed and opened my arms, waiting. Mello grinned and slipped between my arms, his back resting against my chest. I pulled him close and spooned him, bringing my lips close to his ear so I could sing.
He was built with a brain
and some swagger.
Mello laughed, recognizing the song.
A little scream, little cry,
little laughter.
He's a ten,
I poked his side, making him laugh again.
I'm a joke in my own mind.
But He still loves to dance
with my punch lines, yeah.
Mello turned around in my arms, pulling his arms around my neck and playing with my hair.
This love found us
now I see it.
This love: up, down.
Please believe.
I kissed him lightly before I continued.
Baby, when I'm yellin' at you,
It's not your fault
It's not your fault, yeah
He smiled and whispered,
"You don't yell at me." I held his face and continued, sticking out my tongue.
Baby cause I'm crazy for you,
It's not your fault
It's not your fault, yeah
I rested my forehead against his and furrowed my eyebrows.
Maybe I'm a little confused,
It's not your fault
It's not your fault, yeah
Mello tangled his legs with mine and pulled himself closer, snuggling against me comfortably.
And Baby, it's a wonderful news.
It's not your fault
It's not your fault, yeah
I snuck in a little kiss and kept singing,
Oh, it's not that you should care.
I just wanted you to know.
Mello made a noise of disagreement and let me keep going.
I'm a fight with myself
till I'm bleeding.
Just a taste of your skin
starts the healing.
I pressed a little kiss to Mello's nose.
Anyone from my past
get your ammo.
I made a gun with my hand and pretended to shoot the door. Mello raised his eyebrows.
Find my sun in the dark side
of my shadow, yeah.
He pulled away to look in my eyes, smiling slightly.
This love found us
now I see it.
This love: up, down.
Please believe.
I full out smiled, feeling strangely content.
Baby, when I'm yellin' at you,
It's not your fault
It's not your fault, yeah
Baby cause I'm crazy for you,
It's not your fault
It's not your fault, yeah
Maybe I'm a little confused,
It's not your fault
It's not your fault, yeah
And Baby, it's a wonderful news.
It's not your fault
It's not your fault, yeah
Mello suddenly pulled me on top of him, spreading my legs so I was straddling him. The next line I sang came out shaky and breathy.
Oh, it's not that you should care.
I just wanted you to know.
He pulled me down for a sweet kiss that set my insides on fire. I kissed down his throat and finished the song, skipping some parts.
Oh, it's not that you should care.
I just wanted you
Oh, it's not that you should care.
I just wanted you to know.
When I woke up that morning, I felt light and warm and oddly… Happy. I had my best friend and the love of my life in my arms. I had another man who cared about me in my living room with my long lost brother, who was a little psychotic, but who isn't nowadays? It was the first time since the rape that I was feeling truly good. I was thinking maybe things were brightening up.