Impress Me Not: Neon Underground

Chapter 46

Fuck.

Why the fuck did he do that? Why the fuck did Melvin let him for so long?

Why the fuck is he like this?

There were too many thoughts going through his head. And then not enough. He was forever stuck in that moment out on the beach. Melvin didn't even like the beach that much. He enjoyed staying inside most of the time. That was another reason his skin was so pale. The fresh air was only nice late at night, when the sun showed no hint of coming up.

And yet, there was something about the stars glimmering against that ocean water that drew him into that beach. That and the smile that pretty boy had. Mateo was a charmer. Melvin had been good at not falling for it. That night was probably his weakest, when he finally decided to spend a whole night at that beach.

He didn't leave after that kiss. Melvin did his best to pretend it didn't happen. Instead, he got back into the ocean water and distracted the both of them from the intense fire that had yet to be quenched.

Those beautiful green eyes looked so excited when he did that. It was safe to say he wasn't against that kind of play in the bedroom. Melvin could tell that he was enjoying it. The man seemed to enjoy just about everything he did to him.

It wasn't helping his desire for the man. After all, who wouldn't want a partner who loved every single thing you did? Those green eyes sparkled like emeralds, as strong as diamonds under pressure. Melvin would give anything to see those eyes every single night. He could stare at them for eternity.

A sigh came out of him as he parked at his house. The sun was now rising, which meant that he was finally okay to get some sleep. Mateo had looked exhausted by the time he left, even though he didn't seem like he wanted Melvin to go. Melvin knew that he would be okay on his own after that. He would give him a call when he woke up to check on him still. He didn't want to leave him to his thoughts all the time.

Giving people space was such a tricky thing, especially when this one struck on Melvin's possessive cord. It wasn't the healthy kind of possessive that most talked about either. It was the clingy side that demanded full attention. The kind that people would fantasize about in their wildest dreams, or put in books to fawn over that character.

In real life, that trait was toxic, and Melvin had worked hard to try and keep that at bay with anyone he was in a relationship with. It didn't help that everyone he had been in a relationship with had always wanted him to be in control. They pushed him to take the lead so much, and then would get scared when he got too much. They wanted the roleplay, not the live action. And Melvin was sick of playing around.

That wasn't what Mateo seemed to want though. He enjoyed everything about this, even when he was upset and crying. He never once indicated that Melvin had taken it too far. Even when he was torturing him for fun, with no remorse or second thought, the man didn't complain. He was the only person who took all of Melvin's sessions and punishments with stride.

He was the only one who felt so damn good under him that he could have fucked him on a damn beach.

"Oh no," Melvin groaned. He recognized the clothing strewn on the couch right when he got in. And if there was one thing he couldn't deal with today, it was going to be the owners of said clothing.

"Mel!" George bounced into the room, going into hug him. "Look at you! You're...wet."

"I went swimming," he told him. He had only brought his normal clothes to the beach, not thinking about going into the water. Most of it dried in the heat, but humidity had this funny thing about keeping moisture locked in everything you wore. That was the only thing he missed about California.