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Melone pulled Ghiaccio into the stall and began kissing him passionately. This wasn’t his first time being here doing this exact thing, but the fact that it was Ghiaccio this time excited him even more. Ghiaccio wasn’t as practiced as Melone but that made it all the better. His tentativeness was sincere and enticing. The kiss deepened as Ghiaccio held onto Melone’s face. Melone felt a tongue meet his, and he savored the sensation. The taste of his partner was better than any he’d had before.
“Mm, you taste really sweet,” Ghiaccio mumbled against his lips. It was probably the fruity drink someone had bought him earlier. Melone chuckled and Ghiaccio stopped for a moment, looking embarrassed. “Sorry. Probably sounded fucking stupid...”
Melone giggled between kisses, “No, I think it’s sexy, babe.” He wrapped his arms around Ghiaccio’s waist and pulled him in closer. Melone’s gaze lingered on his abs as he whispered, “I think you look really hot tonight.” He was wearing a skin-tight, black, sleeveless turtleneck that defined his muscles clearly. The black gloves he wore went up to his elbows. Melone had been watching Ghiaccio since they’d arrived and was desperate to get his hands on that body. He was ecstatic when his plan to make Ghia jealous actually worked. He came out and danced with Melone just like he’d wanted.
“You do?” Ghiaccio breathed as he wrapped his arms around Melone’s neck.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you. I watch you all the time. Your ass looks great in White Album.” Melone licked his lips as Ghiaccio flushed.
“Uh… you really watch me in battle?” Ghiaccio asked shyly.
“How can I look anywhere else? Your body is just begging to be touched…” Melone crooned as he ran his hands over his partner’s ass. Ghiaccio gasped. Melone felt Ghia’s heart pounding in his chest. Ghiaccio was so painfully out of his element it almost made Melone laugh to watch him be so awkward. He wondered how many people Ghiaccio had been with. Clearly, not as many as Melone had. He had sensuality down to a science. He knew what spots were common favorites and how to make a person putty in his hands. It was only a matter of a few minutes exploration of the body to find out.
He had been well trained.
Melone closed his mouth over Ghiaccio’s while pulling him flush against his body. His mouth traveled to his neck, eliciting groans from Ghiaccio. Melone pulled down the covering on his neck and sought out a spot that he hadn’t already marked earlier. He latched onto the skin between Ghiaccio’s neck and shoulder and bit down gently. Ghiaccio cried out and Melone felt a hard bulge growing against his own. Ghiaccio wasn’t difficult to figure out. He found the ease of which he could read Ghiaccio’s body to be endearing. Ghia seemed too inexperienced to try to hide it. He didn’t know yet how to tease, his body just wanted.
Melone pushed Ghiaccio up against the wall of the stall and grinded into him. Ghiaccio gripped his partner’s hair and moaned his name as Melone began kissing him again. His hands wandered to Ghiaccio’s belt and began making quick work of it. Ghiaccio fidgeted against him. He must be as horny as I am. Ghiaccio lowered his arms to help him with his pants. Mmm, baby you’re so eager for my—
“Melone…” Ghiaccio murmured. He seemed uncoordinated as he kept trying to grab onto Melone’s hands. Melone skillfully undid the rest of his pants as Ghiaccio’s hands continued fumbling with Melone’s hands. Melone continued to lick and nip at his partner’s neck as he slipped his hand inside. “Melone,” Ghiaccio said more forcefully, putting a hand on Melone’s chest. Melone dragged his nose along the curve of his neck up to Ghiaccio’s ear.
“Mmmm, baby, I can’t wait to taste you…” Melone groaned softly as he cupped Ghiaccio through his underwear and thought about how it would feel in his—
“Melone, stop!” Ghiaccio snapped. Melone pulled his hand out of Ghiaccio’s pants. He stopped kissing and looked bewildered at Ghiaccio’s frowning face.
“What’s wrong, Ghia-baby?” Melone asked in a singsong voice to hide his apprehension.
“I…” he sighed and pushed up his glasses. “I don’t wanna do it like this.”
“Okay then. We can do it in your car if that would be better?” Melone suggested with a flirty tone.
“No, I mean… I don’t think I can do this…” Ghiaccio looked at him meekly.
“But...you said you wanted me,” Melone murmured, leaning in close with his hand on the wall next to Ghiaccio. He was confused by the sudden change of tone.
“A-and I do!” Ghiaccio assured him as he placed a tentative hand on Melone’s chest. His eyes gazed at the spot as Melone continued to watch him.
“I don’t think I understand,” Melone said softly. Ghia seemed into it. At least his body did, Melone had just felt as much.
Oh.
Oh god… did…
...Did Ghia’s body betray him too?
“I don’t know. I’ve never done this before, Mel…” Ghiaccio said quietly. He thought about his words and his hesitancy. Melone did not like what was being implied here.
“...Outside the bedroom?” Melone guessed hopefully.
“Any of it,” Ghiaccio explained sheepishly.
Fuck. Ghia’s a virgin?
“Wait, w-what are you saying? I’m your first?” Melone asked.
“You’re my first everything,” Ghiaccio said as he looked back up at him. Melone felt uncomfortable knowing he would be Ghiaccio’s first time. “I've never been with anyone before. If you haven’t noticed people don’t like me.”
“I like you,” Melone cooed, trying to regain his former nonchalance.
“And I still don’t know how the fuck that happened! All this shit is so new to me and I’m desperately trying to keep up with you!” Ghiaccio huffed in frustration.
Melone chuckled, “Keep up with me? It’s only been a day.”
“Exactly, Mel! I don’t have a fucking clue what I’m doing! It’s been one day and you already want in my pants!...” Ghiaccio sighed as he re-buttoned, and zippered back up. Melone frowned and looked at the floor. How did I fuck up already? Ghiaccio touched his face and Melone looked up into his eyes. “Hey. Look, I’m not complaining, I really want you to feel this way about me. What I’m trying to say is… I don’t think I’m ready yet.”
Melone just looked at him. When people really love each other, this is the way they show that love. If you don’t do it, it means you don’t love them, Melobello. You love me, right? Melone backed away from Ghiaccio and leaned against the wall, folding his arms.
“Mel, all I know is that I love you and I want you…” Ghiaccio insisted as he reached out to touch his arm. But do you? Melone thought. He closed his eyes as a weight in his chest made him want to push Ghiaccio out of the stall and lock the door. He’d been rejected before, but Ghia’s rejection was one he feared above all else.
“Do you really love me?” He found himself asking aloud.
“Yes. I do,” Ghiaccio affirmed.
“But you won’t have sex with me?” Melone tried to keep a neutral face but was having a hard time. Melone knew that sex could also be with people he didn’t love. It was why he did it so often. He was horny and it gave him the illusion of being loved for a time. Even so, he knew it wasn’t real. He wanted that connection with someone he loved, but that someone was abstaining from him.
“There are other ways to show love, Mel, other than sex,” Ghiaccio said as he redid his belt.
“Like what?” he asked. Ghiaccio just gave him a bewildered look in response. They stared at each other as he waited for Ghiaccio to answer his query. He thought this would be the moment Ghiaccio would leave the stall. Or yell at him. The growing tension in Melone reflected itself in Ghiaccio’s stare. Then, Ghiaccio pulled Melone into his arms.
“Like this,” he said as he burrowed into Melone’s neck. Melone felt himself tremble slightly in the embrace and his heart rate sped up at Ghiaccio’s nuzzling against his skin.
“B-but I hug all the time,” he found himself uttering.
“But I don’t. You’re the only one.” Ghiaccio whispered, stroking his hair. He remembered the night Ghiaccio cried in Fugo’s arms. How he wished it had been him.
“You hugged Fugo,” Melone pointed out. Ghiaccio stood up straight to look at him.
“Fugo doesn’t sleep in my bed,” Ghiaccio stated and carefully removed a strand of hair from Melone’s face. Melone looked into his brown eyes. They were as soft as the night he’d confessed. Then, he tilted Melone’s chin and kissed him. He breathed his next words against his lips, “And I don’t kiss him either.”
Melone kissed Ghiaccio back gently. His passion was ignited again but this time the feeling was different. It wasn’t just horniness. This time, he felt like crying. But it wasn’t out of sadness. He just wanted to be as physically close to Ghiaccio as possible. He’d never felt like this before and didn’t know what it meant.
Ghiaccio continued, “Look, I’m still figuring out a lot of shit. No one knows this about me yet.”
“That you’re gay?”
He sighed as he stepped back, leaning against the wall. “Yeah.”
Melone wondered aloud, “So what does that mean then? Do you want people to know?”
Ghiaccio let his head fall back against the wall and looked up. “I don’t know, Mel.” Melone wasn’t sure what to make of that, but he figured it wasn’t good.
“Okay…”
Ghiaccio sighed again, “...I’m scared.”
“Ghia-baby, why?” Melone moved forward, took Ghia’s hands, and put them around his waist. Then Melone put his arms around Ghiaccio’s shoulders and gazed at his partner, smiling. “The boys won’t care. Everyone’s cool with Gelato and Sorbet. And even though they try and be discreet, we all know about Riz and Pro.”
“I know. Fugo said that too.” He said with a sigh.
“Fugo knows?” He tried not to sound disappointed.
“Yeah, he was the first one I told.”
“You didn’t even tell me?” Melone tried to tease. Again, Ghiaccio didn’t trust him. At least, not as much as he trusted Fugo. That heaviness grew inside him again.
“I could barely think around you as it was! Besides, you would have made gay sex jokes about me as soon as I told you,” Ghiaccio joked. The smile on his face made Melone feel a bit better. He returned the smile.
“Mm, Glacé , I can’t resist teasing you. You’re so cute when you’re flustered,” Melone said, leaning his head against Ghiaccio’s.
“Hm, I haven’t heard you call me that in a while,” Ghiaccio commented.
“Yeah, I guess I stopped when I named Junior that.” There was a pause of awkwardness. That sadness that plagued them both briefly returned.
Ghiaccio cleared his throat. “Mel, I still have a lot to sort through, but I want to do it together. Will you help me?” Ghiaccio asked. The question of trust dissolved from his heart there in that stall. Ghiaccio never asked for help. He didn’t reach out to people, but he was reaching out now to Melone.
“Of course, Glacé. I’ll always be there to help you out,” he promised. He wrapped his arms tightly around Ghiaccio’s neck. “On the field and off. No matter what.” They kissed once and then Ghiaccio began kissing with a renewed fervor Melone hadn’t experienced from him yet. His desire was back now and Ghiaccio pushed him into the wall. Melone sucked at Ghiaccio’s neck and he heard a soft moan of pleasure from his partner.
“Mm, I like it when you do that,” Ghiaccio said as Melone dragged his open lips against his ear.
“Good,” he whispered as he sucked on his earlobe.
“I like making out with you,” Ghiaccio murmured and Melone pulled away to kiss his lips. “But I kinda wish we weren’t next to a toilet. Seems unsanitary.”
Melone laughed. “So let’s go outside.”
“But it’s cold.”
“To your car, silly. Besides I thought you liked the cold.” Melone teased.
Ghiaccio looked briefly hesitant and was about to voice his thoughts when Melone held a finger to Ghiaccio’s lips.
“If you don’t want to do something, we don’t have to do it. You just have to tell me. I can’t read your mind.”
Ghiaccio nodded.
Melone mustered a weak smile and added, “I don’t wanna lose you, Ghia.”
“You won’t.” Ghiaccio pecked him on the lips and returned the smile. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”
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Ghiaccio lay panting on the backseat with Melone still on top of him. He was relieved that Melone was cool with just making out. It took a lot of pressure off Ghiaccio to be good. Yet that didn’t stop Melone’s hands from wandering under his shirt, and Ghiaccio didn’t stop him either. Fingertips grazed his nipple and sent chills down his spine and straight to his crotch. It felt nice to be caressed by someone who cared for him so deeply. Melone adjusted his body over Ghiaccio causing a moan to escape his lips. The rough grinding into him only made him long for more but it also made him nervous.
Ghiaccio slowed the pace of their kissing significantly which Melone fell comfortably into. He seemed to be following Ghiaccio’s lead. The languid pace of each kiss now felt more intimate to Ghiaccio then their frenzied session had been previously. The passion in his body eventually calmed as they gazed into each other’s eyes. He didn’t want to let go of Melone but he knew the others were probably wondering where they were. Or, hell, maybe they were too drunk to give a damn. Ghiaccio certainly didn’t. He didn’t really wanna go back inside either. He’d rather just spend the night alone with Melone. He decided to voice his thoughts.
“Hey, Mel. Is it cool if we just go back to the base?” Ghiaccio asked quietly as he pet Melone’s hair.
“What? Why?” Melone whined.
“Cause I really don’t like being in there with that loud music and shit.” Ghiaccio wrinkled his nose as he said it. He already suffered chronic migraines and the flashing rainbow lights only aggravated his eyes. The thumping bass didn’t help things either. “Besides, I just...wanna be with you. The two of us.” He bounced him gently for emphasis and Melone smiled.
“What about Fugo? Won’t he be sad?” Melone teased.
“He’ll be fine. He’s got more friends than me anyway. Besides, he’s the one who’s been pushing me to tell you since he found out. He’ll understand.”
“Bless that boy,” Melone said as he kissed Ghiaccio. Melone got up and opened the car door.
Ghiaccio sat up as Melone got out. “What—”
Melone turned around and bent down to look back into the car. “You’d rather cuddle me at home, right? Alone —where it’s quiet and you can whisper sweet nothings in my ear?” Melone’s lips curled into a teasing smile. That made Ghiaccio sound sappy as shit.
“Ah, shut up,” Ghiaccio grumbled and avoided his gaze as he slid out the backseat. Melone wrapped his arms around Ghiaccio’s neck while he closed the door. Scowling, he leaned his head away from the embrace, but Melone nuzzled closer into his cheek.
“You wanna snuggle me, don’t you, Ghia-baby?” Melone tittered.
“Fuck off…” Ghiaccio groaned though that was exactly what he wanted. Melone continued giggling as Ghiaccio pulled away from him and got into the driver’s side of the car. He lowered the convertible hood with the push of a button. He felt hot now and needed to cool his head a bit after all that. Besides, the cold really didn’t bother him. He’d just said that earlier as an excuse to mask his discomfort.
“Don’t you think it’s a little cold for that? Driving with the top down?” Melone rubbed his arms and raised a brow. Ghiaccio reached into the back for his jacket, turned back to Melone, and threw it at him.
“Put it on and quit complaining,” Ghiaccio said as he turned toward the windshield and pushed up his glasses. He glanced out the corner of his eyes to see a brief look of surprise come over Melone’s face. He smiled and pulled the jacket over his head. Melone was so thin that it was a bit big on him. He looked snug as he buttoned it up and rolled down the sleeves. Melone beamed standing there; he was so fucking cute it hurt. Ghiaccio smiled to himself. Mel looked good wearing his stuff, and he couldn’t wait to get him home. “Hey, you gettin’ in?”
Melone hopped over the door and landed in the passenger seat.
“How many times do I have to tell you to use the fucking door?” Ghiaccio berated.
“What’s the point of having a convertible then, Ghi?” Melone chuckled. Ghiaccio sighed and started the car. Melone looked out the front and mused aloud, “You know, I’ve never done that before.”
“Done what?” He asked as he turned off the parking brake.
“Gone to make out in a car without fucking.” Ghiaccio paused with his hand on the stick shift.
“I’m sorry, I guess,” he mumbled. He knew Melone wanted that, but Ghiaccio just didn’t feel comfortable. They had only just started dating, and kissing was enough of uncharted territory. He still hadn’t quite figured out yet how to breathe while they kissed. Ghiaccio would be left panting while Melone barely seemed affected. The very notion of sex with Melone was exciting and petrifying. How would that go? He knew shit-all about how to make someone feel good. Also, would Melone want to top? That was more stress than he was ready to deal with yet.
“Don’t be. It was nice.” Melone ran his hand along Ghiaccio’s thigh and let it rest there. Ghiaccio looked from the hand to Melone who smiled. “It was just… different.”
He gazed at Melone over his glasses and his chest felt warm. He was so glad he’d said something yesterday. He shifted gears and began to drive home. They chatted about different things on the way back, Melone’s hand remaining on Ghiaccio’s thigh the entire way.
It was relatively quiet when they pulled up behind the base. Melone was still laughing at the last thing Ghiaccio had said as they got out of the car.
“I am fucking stronger than both Formaggio and Illuso combined,” Ghiaccio argued.
“That doesn’t mean you could lift Risotto though,” Melone chuckled. “And I don’t mean using your stand.”
“Okay, but I could,” he insisted.
“I don’t know, Glacé. I don’t think you could even pick me up,” Melone said provokingly.
“Wanna bet?” Ghiaccio asked in a cocky tone and raised his brow. He eyed Melone and then bolted around the car to him. Ghiaccio scooped up a squealing Melone into his arms, one around his back and the other under his knees. Melone giggled and swung his legs in the air.
“Incroyable,” Melone said in a smooth French accent. He sounded impressed. Ghiaccio smiled and spun him around once in a circle.
“Yeah? You gonna argue I’m not strong now?” Ghiaccio replied haughtily as they continued swaying. Melone gave him a little kiss.
“Just because you can lift me doesn’t mean you can lift Riz,” Melone taunted.
Ghiaccio huffed. “Well, you sure as fuck couldn’t either! You’re just skin and bones!”
“I’m strong!” Melone declared indignantly.
“A strong wind could knock you over,” Ghiaccio said flatly.
“Then is it really much of a feat that you can pick me up then?” Melone puckered his lips tauntingly and Ghiaccio narrowed his eyes. Melone smiled that Cheshire grin and shrugged his shoulders coquettishly. “So are you going to carry me over the threshold like your bride?” he asked, batting his eyes.
Ghiaccio dumped him unceremoniously onto the ground. Melone just managed to catch his footing to avoid toppling over. Ghiaccio turned to walk toward the door when he suddenly felt a weight jump onto his back. He staggered, but managed to grab hold of Melone’s legs at his waist and regain balance.
“Come on, Ghia. Carry me inside, baby,” Melone sang as he wrapped his arms around Ghiaccio’s neck.
“I can’t carry you up the stairs,” Ghiaccio complained as he hoisted Melone up on his back for stability.
“But if you can carry me up the stairs, then I’ll know you can pick up Riz,” he reasoned. They both knew it wasn’t true but Ghiaccio carried him through the entrance to the base anyway. The feeling of Melone wrapped around his body while his head rested on Ghiaccio’s shoulder felt comforting.
He managed the steps carefully and turned his head to look at Melone once they got to the top.
“What do you think of that?” Ghiaccio boasted.
“So sexy, baby,” Melone purred and kissed him using tongue.
They decided to stay in Ghiaccio’s room that night. He thought it was too warm in Melone’s room and he liked it when Melone laid on him, though he hadn’t said as much. Melone had already discarded his clothes all over the floor and stood in his underwear in the chill of the room. Ghiaccio bit his lip and tried to look elsewhere as Melone pulled Ghiaccio’s jacket back over his head again.
“You’re really gonna sleep in that?” Ghiaccio asked as he crawled into the covers. Melone knelt on the bed next to him.
“Can I?” Melone asked. The tails of the jacket splayed over his bare thighs enticingly. Ghiaccio sighed and took off his glasses to distract himself.
“I don’t care. I just didn’t think it’d be very comfortable.”
“I always think you're comfy, Glacé,” Melone purred and slipped under the sheets. He snuggled up and hooked his leg over Ghiaccio as he nuzzled into his neck. He began planting soft kisses there and gently sucked at the skin. Ghiaccio took a deep breath to calm the heat that was building in his loins.
He swallowed and closed his eyes. “Hey, didn’t you say you were tired?”
“No,” Melone said as he kissed again. “You did.”
“Oh.” Kiss. “Yeah.” Kiss. Ghiaccio’s head was clouding over again and the light tickle of Melone’s lips against his skin made his brain shut down. “I did,” Ghiaccio said as he leaned his head away, giving Melone more access. Ghiaccio closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of each nerve lighting up as it was caressed by Melone’s soft lips.
“Hey.” Melone whispered. Kiss. “Ghiaccio?” Kiss.
“Mm, yeah?” He murmured in response. The kissing stopped and Ghiaccio glanced at his lover.
“Do you think we could be like Sorbet and Gelato?” Melone asked hesitantly. Sorbet and Gelato had been together for-fucking-ever. They may be nuts, but somehow they had an actual functioning relationship. Ghiaccio had to admit, that was probably the real reason he hated watching them together. He wanted what they had.
“I’d rather you didn’t become a psychopath,” Ghiaccio quipped.
“You know what I mean,” Melone said quietly.
“You mean, you wanna like... be together?” Ghiaccio asked. “Like... a relationship?”
“Well, I mean…” Melone began nervously. “We don’t have to call it—”
Ghiaccio placed a kiss on Melone’s forehead and pulled his face up to look at him. “I’d like that,” Ghiaccio said before Melone could backtrack any farther. The idea of having a more exclusive relationship with Melone helped ease Ghiaccio’s jealous mind. He wanted Melone all to himself. Remembering the feeling at the bar was something he didn’t want to feel anymore with Melone. He wanted to feel like this instead. In love and at peace in Melone’s arms. Melone smiled at him and kissed him on the lips.
“So does that mean I can call you my boyfriend?” Melone asked. Ghiaccio couldn’t help chuckling at how awkward it all was. Melone was his first real relationship. He’d been far too withdrawn and in the closet to reach out to anyone before. Melone would be a lot of strange firsts in his life.
“How bout when it’s just the two of us? Y’know, just for now,” Ghiaccio smiled. He still wanted to take things slow until he was ready to come out to the squad.
“Will you call me your boyfriend?” Melone crooned teasingly as he rubbed his nose against Ghiaccio’s.
“Ehhh,” Ghiaccio pondered loudly and looked up as if he were considering it.
“Ghiiiaaaa...” Melone whined.
“My boyfriend is going to be tired if he doesn’t shut the fuck up and sleep.” He tried not to chuckle as he said it, but Melone heard it and smiled at him.
“I love you, Ghia.” He snuggled into his neck as he spoke. Ghiaccio would never get tired of hearing those words.
“I love you too, Mel.” He kissed Melone’s head as he settled in and turned off the light. The only sound that could be heard in the darkness was their soft kissing late into the night.