Impress Me Not: Neon Underground

Chapter 80

The week went by slow, but in a calming way. Melvin hated being sick. He would much rather be doing something. Laying around wasn't exactly his style. Not unless there was some sort of pleasure that came out from it, at least.

Mateo was too good at keeping him in that bed. Melvin wanted to fight against him, but he couldn't. Not when those hands felt so good against his chest. They even seemed to cure his cravings for cigarettes, which was astounding. Melvin still had them, and it got worse as he started to feel better, but his addiction to the striking man that tangled into him was stronger than that. Melvin found himself more addicted to him than anything else.

The thought was scary at first; absolutely terrifying. He hadn't wanted to be obsessed with someone. That would have meant that they had an easier access to his heart. Melvin couldn't have that before, but Mateo made a fine exception to this rule. He couldn't even be afraid that this man was going to hurt him in any way. Not when he cared for Melvin as much as he did.

"You don't need it, Mel," Mateo murmured, scattering kisses all over one side of his neck. The other side Mateo had covered with his hand, caressing it softly. "Try not to think about it."

"Have you ever tried to quit sugar?" Melvin asked, leaning into the man's touch. He couldn't help but stay when he was in that great of pleasure.

"Yeah," Mateo chuckled. "Are you saying it's the same as quitting cigarettes?"

"You should ask Gabe about that sometime," he smiled. "He could probably go on and on about it. But yes, it's probably similar to that, only for your lungs."

"You can get through it, Mel," Mateo encouraged. "You don't need to slowly get away from it or anything like that. Just grab me when you start craving it and I'll distract you."

"And how do you plan on distracting me?" he asked, dirty thoughts already filling his mind. This week had been torture for the both of them. Melvin couldn't wait for the moment he was all better. He would probably take an extra day off before returning to work just to release some pent-up energy.

"The best way possible," Mateo teased, his lips just barely gliding against Melvin's skin. It was tantalizing, lighting his body up.

"Do we really have to wait until I feel better?" Melvin asked.

"You shouldn't strain yourself, Mel," Mateo answered. "You already went out in the pouring rain and had to get more antibiotics because of it."

"That's because you told on me."

"Are we kids now?" Mateo laughed. "I just told Vlad that you had gone out in the rain and didn't feel too good. He was the one who gave you more medicine."

"I could have told him myself."

"Well, you didn't have to," he stopped him. "So, stop complaining about it."

"You're getting bossier," Melvin smirked. "It's kind of hot."

"Are you always horny when you're sick?"

"No," he laughed, trying not to cough. "Just with you I guess."

Before they could continue this interesting conversation, Melvin's phone went off. He had found that ever since the incident before, Mateo wouldn't let him see his phone without looking at it himself. If it was an unknown caller, Mateo made sure to answer it before Melvin did. He would be mad under any other circumstance, but he understood why the man did it in the first place.

"It's Anton," Mateo handed him the phone.

"Of course," Melvin took it. Anton always knew how to call right when they were in the middle of something. "Hello?"