Impress Me Not: Neon Underground

Chapter 52

Everything felt like a fever dream. And Mateo was really hoping that the fever dream wasn't going to end. It wasn't like him to act so desperate around anyone, but this man seemed to bring it out of him. He wanted more than just a touch. Mateo wanted to be consumed by him. He wanted nothing else in his mind than him. And he wanted Melvin to think of nothing but him.

There was nothing better than the feeling that someone didn't just want you, but craved you. It was like nothing he ever felt before, and he wasn't about to just let it go. He would give anything just to keep this feeling going forever.

His body was exhausted, and his mind was barely conscious, but his soul still burned for the man. It burned enough to tell when he was away from him.

"Where are you going?" He mumbled, trying to reach out to him. They had been laying on the couch for a little while, after fucking too many times to count. Mateo never felt that damn horny, which was saying something for him. He never did it that many times in one night.

"To get your clothes," Melvin's voice sounded like an angel to him. It was like a lullaby that could calm him and excite him at the same time.

"I don't want them," he said, rolling onto his side. "You keep them."

"You're going to need to wear something when we get out of here, Mateo," Melvin kissed his cheek. The chuckle that he heard above him only made him pull the man towards him again.

"I'll stay here then," he complained, enjoying the warmth of Melvin's breath.

"This couch is going to hurt both of our backs."

"I don't care."

"I do," Melvin's voice got stern, waking him up some more. He put the clothes in Mateo's hands. "Come on. I'm bringing you home."

"Only if you come with me," he told him, still not moving an inch.

"I just told you that I was driving you home."

"I mean stay the night," Mateo said, rubbing his eyes. He wasn't even sure he could move at that point. His body felt like an anchor falling deeper and deeper into the ocean.

"It's not night anymore," he opened his eyes just enough to see the man smirk at him. It was a lovely smile, even when it didn't mean well.

"You know what I mean," Mateo closed his eyes, turning away. "Either agree or I'm not moving."

"And what if I just leave you here?"

"Then you get to answer all the questions that'll pop up if people walk into your office to see my naked ass."

He wasn't sure if it was just the lack of sleep or not, but he could have sworn he heard a chuckle come out of the man again. It still all felt like a dream right then, and he was so close to falling deeper into that dream. He just needed to feel the touch of the person who took him through hell to make him feel heavenly.

"Fine," Melvin's voice was so close to his ear that it woke him up just a little bit more, bringing him to the surface once again. "I'll spend the day with you again. Now will you put your clothes on, brat?"

Mateo groaned at the thought of sitting up, but did as he was told that time. It was pretty easy to throw his jeans on. Melvin helped him button up his shirt and tuck it into his pants. It was nice to have someone help in such a tiny way. But all it made Mateo want was to take all of them off again and feel that bare skin against his again.

The club must have closed hours ago. No one was there, which made it easier to get out. Melvin got his keys at some point, deciding to use his car to take them both home. He hoped that nothing happened to Melvin's own car, but he couldn't really think too much about it. He couldn't even remember the ride at all. In the blink of an eye the car was turned off and he was getting guided out of the car and into his house.