Under the Mask [Meloghia]

Chapter 1: Questions

It didn't matter that they were in the middle of a mission, Melone was still horny as fuck. They had eliminated the target, but it was hard for him not to imagine pinning Ghiaccio against the wall and rutting against him. Nothing had been different today, but he'd been much more aware of Ghiaccio's movements and close proximity. His graceful gliding in the tight confines of White Album only made Melone more eager as he watched from his vantage point out of harm's way. Once they headed back to the car, he hoped that Ghiaccio would just come up behind him and take him on top of the car. It was almost nauseating how strong the desire was.

Ghiaccio drove while Melone thought about how exciting it would be if he gave Ghiaccio road head right now. He'd probably get angry since it would distract from driving. He imagined Ghiaccio yelling at him for it.

"Oi, Melone!" Oh, Ghiaccio actually was yelling at him.

"Yeah?" Melone snapped out of his reverie to look at Ghiaccio.

"Have you been listening at all?" he snapped.

"Uh, no. I didn't hear you; I'm really tired," Melone said sheepishly. "What did you say?"

"Ah, fuck it. Doesn't matter," Ghiaccio said, waving it off.

"No, really, I'm sorry. What were you saying?"

"I was just complaining," Ghiaccio stated, resting his left arm on the edge of the car. It was weird hearing him be so calm. Melone expected him to be raging at him. Maybe he was tired too.

"Hey, Ghiaccio. What's your favorite position in bed?" Melone asked, changing the subject. He couldn't resist, he was so horny. Ghiaccio side-eyed him.

"You ask the weirdest shit," was all he said.

"Well?" Melone insisted. Ghiaccio took a deep breath through his nose.

"Missionary."

"Booooring," Melone moaned.

"I like being on top holding the other person down." Ghiaccio seemed surprisingly unfazed by the conversation. They'd shared a number of inappropriate topics in the past that Ghiaccio must have grown to expect.

"Funny," Melone hummed. He wanted a reaction from Ghiaccio.

"What is?" He raised a brow.

"I like being held down..." Melone watched him intently.

"So what about you? What's your position?" Ghiaccio ignored the comment. Melone sat back and crossed his arms above his head.

"Facedown ass up," which is how he wanted Ghiaccio right now. Melone tried to imagine his angry partner bent over and begging. He wondered if Ghiaccio would want to top or bottom. Either way Melone would be happy.

"Yeah, that sounds like you."

"What's the craziest thing you've ever done?"

"I assume you mean sexually?" Ghiaccio asked flatly.

"Of course." He winked at his partner.

"Well...I fucked in the back of a car once..." Ghiaccio trailed. Melone just looked at him. "What?"

"That's it?" Melone crossed his arms. Melone had fucked in wilder places, some far more public than a parked car.

"Sorry, I'm so boring," Ghiaccio retorted. "I haven't really had a lot of time to go out and get laid in crazy ways like you probably have."

"I suppose killing does keep us occupied." He just wanted something from Ghiaccio to jerk off to later. Anything. But he certainly wasn't giving much.