Mello
My head was pounding ass, like a heavy metal band was performing a personal concert in my brain. And I was sweating, alot. Not to mention I could smell puke everywhere. Puke and...beer? Fuck, what the hell happened last night? Oh God, please not let me be in some random dude's dorm surrounded by empty bottles and used condoms.
I inhaled and opened my eyes very very slowly. Shit, the sun was blinding. Someone should have drawn the curtains in this dump. I couldn't see until my eyes adjusted to the light but until then my eyes were just squinted stupidly.
"Mello?" someone called out. What the shit! Please not be naked next to me, please not be naked next to me, please not be naked-
"Mello, are you awake?"
I opened my eyes fully and looked carefully to my right at the empty spot beside me on the rustled sheets. Oh thank God. Wait, then who was that calling me? I tried to sit up but that just ripped my head into half with the pain.
"Shit," I hissed, lying back down, holding my head between my hands.
"Mello," I heard the someone sigh. Then I heard footsteps approaching the bed. Whoa hold it, tiger. "I brought you tea. It should help with with your hangover."
Tea? That's a pussy drink. I looked up to stare at the someone. He was looking down at me too. Wait I know this guy. Brown eyes, brown hair, grey sweatshirt. I swear I've seen him somewhere before... Oh right, it was Mark. What was HE doing here? I mean, not that I didn't like him, I actually used to have a crush on him back in junior high (don't tell ANYONE), but I just didn't expect it to be...him.
"You ok?" he asked. Idiot, did I LOOK ok? No! I was sweating like a bloody pig and my head hurts! Fuck! What the hell did I do last night?
"No...Mark, I'm so hot..."
I saw his mouth practically fall open and hit the floor and the front of his pants twitch. Oh great, that sounded WAY too suggestive not to mention my face was really red and I was panting abit.
"You perv. I didn't mean it that way! Its fuckin' hot in here, Mark..." I whined, but he just became even redder. Yea, I have that kind of effect on people. He gulped very obviously before sticking a cup in my face. "Er sure, but drink this first, it helps, I swear. Well, it helps for me. Here."
I took the cup from him and watched him walk over to the wall to switch on the ceiling fans. Yes, you heard right. Ceiling fans. This crap school can't even afford anything better for its students. I'm just thankful they haven't thrown in roommates for us yet. Of all the great colleges in LA, I just HAD to pick this one. The ceiling fan didn't even do shit anyway. It was still hot as hell. I just laid there drinking my tea while my leather pants stuck to my melting legs. Hey, what the...
"Mark, where's my shirt?"
Just then, he turned to look at me with the guiltiest look ever. That can not be good.
"Mark. What happened?"
"You don't remember anything?"
"No I don't remember anything."
"Not even the party?"
Oh...right! Scott's party, yeah. I remember that. I also remember dancing with Luke and seeing that lifeguard. But, what happened AFTER that? I looked at Mark quizzically.
"Yea, and then what happened?"
He hesitated for a while before walking over to the bed. "Uh, well, you got drunk..."
I got DRUNK? This is bad. Only bad things happen when people are drunk. Especially people like me!
"Go on, Mark! That doesn't explain a thing except for my banging headache."
"Ok, ok. So I got assigned to...bring you back here to your room. And, well, you were abit...you know?" he coughed.
"No, Mark, for the last time, i don't- wait wait wait! Are you saying we..." I stared up at him, not daring to finish my sentence.
"What?"
"Uhm, had...sex. Like, us?"
He looked at me dumbly and for a moment and I felt like smacking him.
"No not that far."
"So like, far...how far then? Like, foreplay-far or making-out-far?"
"A mix I guess. But it sure left with me a boner to fix, all by myself." he pouted, trying to make me feel guilty. It didn't work! Why the hell would I feel guilty about not having sex with him?
"Don't try that on me. I kicked you out in before anything more could happen for a reason." I finished the last drop of tea and set the cup on my night stand. Hm. It DID help with my headache.
"You didn't kick me out actually, you just passed out on me."
Huh. I passed out in the middle of sex? Didn't sound like me at all. But, well, alcohol does shit to people. I tried stringing the pieces together and it all started to make sense. I did remember getting damn drunk. And I semi remembered getting carried off to my room by Mark. Ah, mystery solved.
I smiled at the brunette above me. "Thanks, I remember now. It's still freaking hot though-"
I couldn't even finish my sentence before he leaned down and crashed his lips into mine. My reaction was very much delayed until I felt his tongue in my mouth.
"Wow, Mark," gasping, I pushed him away gently, turning my face away.
"Aw come on, Mello. I wanna try it out when you're not drunk." he whispered, climbing onto the bed above me and using his fingers to move my head to face him. Damn, its like my crush from 5 years ago just came rushing back with him staring at me like that. He was persuasive enough. "Hmm?"
So I gave in to temptation. I mean, what else was a hormonal teenage boy suppose to do? I nodded absentmindedly and let him kiss me again, teasing my tongue with his. He tasted good. Like caramel. I melted into his arms as he slid his hands down my chest, down my stomach, lower, until he reached the strings on my hooker pants(yes, ok, I know I looked like a prostitute in them, a very sexy one*wink*).
"Mark!" I breathed, placing my hand on his, stopping him from untying them.
"What? Too fast?" and just then, I felt like a pretty shitty person. Cos I could tell Mark was a genuine person, he didn't try to rape me while I was passed out, which is quite solid evidence of that fact. And here he was, about to do the most intimate act ever with me, and I was going to stop him for going too fast? Its not as if I haven't gone faster before. Some guys just couldn't wait. They didn't even bother with foreplay. Their in and their out, y'know. But Mark was different. Plus he's my junior high crush, which is a bonus.
"No-no don't stop." I finally said, releasing the grip on his hand.
"Good, cos I don't know if I would've been able to that and I don't wanna be charged with rape or whatever," he chuckled nervously. He kissed me chastely on the lips before going in for my neck. He nipped at it, obviously trying to form a mark, while stripping me of my pants, leaving me in my boxers. I did the same with his and his sweatshirt and tossed them onto the ground. He moaned my name when I brushed the front of his briefs with my hand and palmed him through it. He was hard as a rock, and I'm sure I was too, and I didn't think I could take it any longer. I tugged his briefs off and slid out of my own, grinding my hips upwards into his to signal that I was ready.
"Re-really?" he shivered, gliding a hand down my side. I moaned softly while rummaging around my drawer for the bottle of lube and stuffing it into his sweaty palm. Damn, he was shaking all over.
"Hey, are you a...virgin?" I'm sure he wasn't but he was way too nervous.
He grinned, shaking his head slightly. "No, b-but I've never done it with anyone as hot as you."
Smirking, I rolled my eyes. "Save the flattery.
He sat up so he was straddling me and squeezed some lube onto his hand, rubbing them all over his fingers. He was about to insert one in me when I stopped him. "Don't bother, just put it in..."
"Ok, Mello." He made sure he was really slick before pushing the tip into me. "Are you alright?"
"Y-yes, Mark. Just move."
I clung on to his back as he started thrusting, holding tightly onto my hips and moaning into my ear. I bit into his shoulder to keep from screaming out too loudly so the only noises in the room were the whimpers I let out, the groaning from Mark, the whirring of the fan and the squeaking of the bed springs. I could feel myself getting close, and I knew Mark was too from the way he was chanting my name and picking up the pace of the thrusting.
"Mello...ohh Mello..."
"Mark, I'm gonna..."
"Yea, me too-"
And he just had to pick that moment to start jacking me off in time with his thrusts. I couldn't hold back my moans anymore...I was so close...so...fucking...
I didn't even manage to warn him before I finished into his hand, moaning so loudly I'm sure the whole dorm heard me. He grunted as he came in me right afterwards, painting me with his essence. We stayed joined together for a while as our breaths evened out, still holding onto each other. I wondered how Nick would react if he knew I just banged his best friend. Eh, he'd probably expect it already. He knows I've slept with more than half the boys in our school and the other half is still trying to get there, but he doesn't mind surprisingly.
Mark pulled out while I was still lazing in my thoughts and collasped next to me, licking my come off his fingers. Some of him was still dripping out of me, hot and sticky.
"Me-Mello?"
"Yea?"
"...Nothing."
"What time is it?"
"2."
"Wow, seriously?"
"Yea. They're expecting us down there for lunch."
"I know. Well then I'd better go get cleaned up." I winked at him before getting up and walking to the toilet after grabbing a change of clothes. It was sticky between and down my legs and I was STILL hot and sweaty all over, and the 'activity' we just did definately did not help with that at all. A cold bath would help.
The shower was refreshing enough. Mark was already fully clothed and sitting on my bed when I was done and looked up at me expectantly when I emerged from the steamy toilet
"Ok lets go."
I followed him out the door and into the canteen. Everyone was already sitting at a table and they looked up and smiled once I stepped through the door. I could see the redhead lifeguard sitting at a nearby table with his weird looking friend, but I ignored them both.
"How're you feeling?" Nick asked as I filled up the spot of the bench beside him.
"Shitty. Crappy. Sucky."
"I'm not surprised, though. A lot happened to you last night at the party." Luke mumbled. I know that, but it wasn't a lot was it? All I did was get smashed and carried off by Mark. That's it.
He placed a carton of chocolate milk on the table in front of me and grinned. "There. Chocolate always makes you feel better. I couldn't find a chocolate bar, so this will have to do."
Ugh. I hate milk. But at least it was chocolate flavoured, better than nothing. I tore the carton open and drank it up in one gulp, letting the slight taste of chocolate numb me for a bit. Huh. Note to self: get more chocolate.
"Yea, not to mention you made out with Matt."
Wait, what? Who the fuck is Matt? I stared at Luke questioningly, waiting for an answer.
He glanced back at me, confused. Then his eyes widened and he started smiling. "Oh right, you don't know his name! He's the y'know, that lifeguard that saved you at the pool."
What what WHAT? I MADE OUT WITH THE REDHEAD LIFEGUARD? I almost choked on my own spit, why did no one tell me this until now? Oh, shit, please tell me Luke was joking, please…
I looked around at everyone but they were all just smirking, probably at my shock filled expression. Fuck, none of them were correcting Luke, none of them were laughing and saying "just kidding!" Aw man, how is this even possible…?
"You- you guys didn't try and stop me?"
"Well, we did actually," Sebastian spoke up, "but you didn't seem to want to stop."
There was laughter, laughter from everyone, everyone but ME. I did not find this amusing, not one bit. I looked to my right and saw Matt just sitting there, Goddamnit he knew how to piss me off; and he didn't even do anything yet! No, he did do something. He kissed me; or at least, he let ME kiss HIM, which is bad, so so so bad. I got up and stomped out of the cafeteria, not looking back, not saying anything. Another note to self: get WAYYYY more chocolate.