Let's Go for a Ride
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The apartment they live in is a crappy one: dingy carpet, nicotine-stained walls and ceilings, rusted kitchen appliances. It's not like they really care anyways, it's cheap, they add to the stains, and they don't use the kitchen anyways. The only use the small TV, the neighbor's Wi-Fi, the couch that was left there, and the bed. They just need a place to keep a low profile for a little while, at least until Kira is gone.
They have been doing the same thing for about two hours. The redhead sits on the floor and plays Grand Theft Auto, while Mello sits on the couch and works on his laptop. Doing the same thing for two hours gets pretty tiring though. Matt's constant yelling at the TV is grating his nerves and he is tired of doing research on Kira 24/7. He stops his work, thinks back on the past few weeks, and sighs.
I need a vacation.
"If you are tired of all the work, why don't you go do something fun?" Matt says, out of the blue. He's always had this way of knowing what he is thinking. It can get frustrating.
"I'm not tired of anything." Mello looks at Matt and narrows his eyes.
"Yes, you are." Matt turns around to look at Mello. "You won't be able to hear me yelling at inanimate objects if you go somewhere fun."
"No." Mello returns his attention to the bright computer screen in front of him.
"How 'bout a strip bar?" Matt suggests as he gets up to turn the game off.
"I said, no."
Matt turns from the TV and regards Mello as he continues typing. He shakes his head and plops down on the couch next to Mello and nudges his side with his elbow. "Go-karting?"
Mello looks over at Matt once more, with a bored look, before turning off his computer. "Fine, whatever." Maybe getting out of this shitty apartment will do us both some good.
"Great, let's go." The red head excitedly gets up to grab his motorcycle keys. He pulls out his phone and makes a quick phone call on their way out the door.
"Hey man, I'm coming over, can you get the place ready?" Mello can only hear a faint muttering response from the person on the other end of Matt's call.
"Thanks." He hangs up.
"Who was that?"
"A friend." Matt holds his helmet out to Mello and swings his leg over the seat on the motorcycle. "Hop on," he says with a smirk.
Mello rolls his eyes, takes the helmet from his partner, and slides onto the bike behind him.
Matt lights a cigarette, starts the engine, and begins to drive. He loves to take his motorcycle when he and Mello go places. Mello doesn't mind because he gets an excuse to cuddle up close to his lover, arms tight around his waist as they navigate the city.
Matt passes the closest go-kart venue about 10 minutes into their drive and Mello asks, "Where the hell are we going?"
"Don't worry, it's not much further."
Mello huffs and grumbles, "Fine."
Matt drives them further out of town and after about twenty more minutes they arrive at a 4-story, gray building. Not much further, my ass, Mello thinks to himself. There is some graffiti on the side of the building, but there is no sign that indicates that this is a go-kart venue or any other type of business. The red head shuts off the motorcycle's engine while Mello slides off the bike and removes the helmet.
"This is it?"
"Yup," Matt says as they begin walking toward the building.
Matt lets Mello get slightly ahead of him so he can admire his lover's ass in his tight leather pants. He smacks the leather-clad ass and gets a sultry glare in return. Matt laughs and opens the door.
The pair walks inside and Mello's eyes widen; he has never seen a place this big that was just for go-karting. There are tons of go-karts in all kinds of different colors, and the track goes up all the way to the top of the building, winding this way and that. He is amazed, but wasn't about to let Matt know. That smug bastard thinks he is hot shit… and well, I guess he is, but he doesn't need another ego boost. Matt walks over to a big control booth and talks to the man inside. Mello watches as his partner slides over a large wad of cash across the counter of the booth.
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Matt saw the look on Mello's face as he absorbed his surroundings. He smiles as he walks back over. He grabs Mello's hand to pull him to the karts. Mello gets into a black one, Matt gets into a red one, and he nods to the guy in the booth; the engines roar to life.
Mello turns to Matt, who is lighting a cigarette, "Good luck," he says with a wink.
Matt secures the goggles he always has resting on his forehead over his eyes and turns to a smirking Mello. "Do you know who you are talking to?"
"Yes," he replies. The moment the light turns green, the two of them slam on their accelerators.
Mello is in the lead, but then a fork in the track seems to show up out of nowhere, and he goes to the left, while Matt veers right. There is no way Mello could have known that the right fork is a shortcut, so Matt takes the advantage and quickly end ups in front of his partner. Mello, being a jealous, sore loser type, pulls out his gun and starts shooting at Matt's left rear tire. He misses.
"It's not nice to play dirty, Mello!" Matt yells over the roar of the engines, as he makes a sharp left.
"You know that's the only way I like to play!" he replies, following right on Matt's tail.
He keeps shooting until he finally hits his target.
Matt's go-kart skids to the side of the track, but just as Mello passes by, he jumps onto the back of the black go-kart and sits behind the blonde. Startled, Mello slams on his break and yells at his partner, "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
"I could ask you the same thing! You shot out my tire, you cheating bastard!"
Matt grabs Mello's chin and roughly pulls him into a kiss. They pull away. "You know playing dirty turns me on," Matt whispers into Mello's ear.
His fingers gently touch the scar on the side of Mello's face, and pulls their lips together for a passionate kiss; tongues sliding together. The red head pulls away and swings around to sit on Mello's lap; his knees on either side of the blonde's thighs, and his erection visibly pressing against the front of his pants. He knows Mello can feel it if the light blush on his face is any indication.
"I had no idea." Mello says, smirking. His arms snake around Matt's waist to pull him closer; Matt lets out a small moan.
"Liar, liar… pants on fire," the redhead says as he crushes his lips once more against Mello's.
Mello pushes his hips up towards Matt's as he devours the other's mouth. He feels his lover's gentle touch glide down the scars on the side of his face while Matt's right hand slides between their bodies. Matt undoes his own button and zipper and then Mello's, letting both of their erections free. They both have a habit of "forgetting" to put on their underwear. Mello groans at the sight of Matt's hard cock and puts his hand around both of their erections, causing Matt to gasp and close his eyes.
He slowly moves his hand up and down to create some friction. Mello moans as he watches his lover bite his lip and tilt his head back in the sexiest way. The blonde moves his hand up their lengths and smears the leaking pre-cum all over their throbbing erections. Matt's hips thrust up on their own accord.
Matt moves forward, places his hands on either side of the beautifully scarred face in front of him and kisses Mello fiercely, his tongue sliding into the other's mouth to dance and dominate. The red head pulls back, "I need more, Mello, please…" he groans.
"As you wish. Let's get you out of these pants," Mello whispers into his lover's ear. He helps Matt rest up above the steering wheel and removes his shoes and pants. The blonde runs his hands along the inside of Matt's thighs. Matt lets out a soft moan and watches his partner through hooded eyes. Mello moves his hands to rest on Matt's outer thighs and brings his face towards the base of his lover's cock. He takes a deep breath in through his nose, savoring the light musky smell that is unique to him.
After a moment, Mello brings his lips up to the head of Matt's erection and takes the leaking tip into his mouth. "Oh, fuck." Matt groans out as the soft heat of his partner's mouth envelopes his straining cock. He threads his right hand into silky blonde locks as the heat is pushed forward and back. A familiar tension begins to coil deep within his groin and his fingers tighten on the head under his hand.
"Ngh, fuck, I'm going to cum if you keep that up."
Mello releases the hard cock from the confines of his mouth with a pop and smirks. He pulls Matt back down to his lap and brings his index and middle finger to his lover's mouth. "Get them nice and wet for me."
Matt begins sucking on the fingers pressed against his lips, rolling his tongue around them. Mello pulls his fingers from the redhead's mouth, a string of saliva connecting them, and moves his hand down to Matt's aching hole. He gently pushes one finger into the tight ring of muscle and begins fingering him. Matt's groans and moans encourage him and soon he adds a second finger and scissors them. Matt tears off his own shirt, clutches onto Mello's shoulders.
"Yeah… right there, Mello. It feels so good… please, don't stop." He gasps as his lover's fingers finally hit his prostate; waves of pleasure radiating up his spine.
"Hmm. Sorry, baby," Mello ignores the devastated look on Matt's face, "the next thing going into that ass is my cock."
Matt tries to put his own fingers in to his ass, but Mello grabs them and nips at the tips.
"I never said you could do that," he growls out.
"Ugh, fine." Matt pants as he unzips Mello's leather vest. He opens it wide and gazes at the glistening chest of his lover. He is so sexy. The red head then leans down to take Mello's right nipple into his mouth and grazes his teeth over it before he nips at the light pink peak. The blonde's hips thrust upwards as his hands tangle into Matt's short hair. Matt licks a trail from the right nipple to the neglected left one and resumes his delicious torture.
Once he is satisfied that the peak is a hard as it can possibly get, he trails his tongue up the left side of Mello's neck and begins sucking and leaving reddened marks on his fair skin. I can't get enough of his taste. He uses one of his fingers to trail up the length of the blonde's cock to the leaky, pink tip and brings it up to his mouth to taste the precum.
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Mello watches, enraptured at the lewd display his lover is providing for him. Matt's tongue darts out toward his finger that has salty precum on it. He closes his eyes and moans as the flavor makes contact with his tastebuds.
I can't wait any longer. Mello gathers spit in his hand and slicks his cock with it before he positions himself at Matt's entrance. He watches as his lover bites his lip and slowly begins to lower himself onto his cock. The redhead takes his time as he lifts himself up gently and lowers to take more of his partner's cock into himself. Mello finally bottoms out inside of him and Matt and groans at the slight sting and full feeling. The blonde lavishes his neck with kisses and soft bites.
"Get ready for the ride of your life…" Matt whispers into Mello's ear as he begins to move up and down in earnest on his large cock.
"Yes… ah, that's so good, but I know you can do better than that," Mello teases as he holds back a moan.
Never one to back down from a challenge, Matt looks at him with renewed determination in his eyes as he speeds up. "This is just the beginning, bastard."
Mello smirks and hold onto the redhead's hips. He leans forward to catch a nipple between his lips, which causes Matt to falter in his movements, but he quickly recovers. He angles his hips in a way that hits his prostate with every downward thrust of his hips onto his lover's cock. Legs shaking, he rapidly builds his pace. He watches as Mello's head tilts back with his mouth hung open in pleasure. Matt takes this opportunity to lean forward, kiss him, and push his tongue into the other's mouth, never stopping the tempo of his body.
Matt's body starts to tense up as he begins to reach his peak.
Mello pulls away from the kiss and groans, "Come on, baby, let go for me," feeling himself getting closer to the edge of bliss.
"I'm almost there, but I want you there with me…" Matt gasps out.
"I will be, come for me, now." Mello grunts, quickly wraps his right hand around his lover's cock, and thrusts up to meet him halfway. He continues thrusting upward as the coiled tension comes undone in them both.
"AH!" They cry out in unison as Mello's cum fills Matt's ass. Matt releases all over his partner's abdomen. Mello watches his lover's face as they both come down from their high and gently cups his check with his hand.
"You are so gorgeous when you cum."
"Oh really? You aren't too bad yourself." Matt winks as a light blush stains his cheeks.
"Gee, thanks." Mello smirks. He helps Matt stand, and they clean themselves off with some relatively clean rags they found off to the side of the tracks. Matt finds his discarded pants and puts them on, along with his shoes.
"Well, so much for go-karting, huh?"
"I guess, but we still had an awesome ride." Mello smiles. He grabs Matt's hand, and they walk down the track toward the entrance. "Thanks, by the way, I had fun." Matt's eyes widen at the statement of gratitude, and he stops in his tracks. Mello kisses the redhead's cheek and releases his hand while he goes out the door, leaving a dumb-struck Matt behind him. "Aren't you coming?" he calls back.
"Y-yeah." Matt smiles and joins Mello beside his motorcycle. They get on and head back home.
I sure do love him. Matt thinks to himself as Mello's arms tighten around his waist when they take a particularly sharp turn.
Mello sighs and thinks to himself, I love him.