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- Joined
- Jun 22, 2014
This English weather was starting to grow on him. Mello was enjoying the chilly mornings and afternoons with little bursts of cold autumn sunlight now and then. He rubbed his slender, long fingered hands together, crushing the butt of his mint cigarette under his clunky black school shoe. Tugging his plain leather jacket out of his side satchel, Mel slipped it on and pushed blonde bangs out of his narrow featured face. He happened to be just outside the eastern most gate of the school waiting to meet his girlfriend. Since her parents wanted to meet him but wouldn't be home tomorrow night, Mel had been allowed to stay the night on a Thursday. They would all have dinner, most likely chat a little, then he would be sleeping in the guest room. Of course, there was no way Mello was going to abide by that rule, but he'd put forth whatever facade was necessary.
Mello was actually pretty nice in spirit, definitely not mean, but he took absolutely no shit from anyone, ever, and was used to slightly bending the rules to reach his goals. The boy's parents were "ex" Russian mafia, as much as you could call it that, and he had access to a wide variety of things including quite a great deal of money. With the way his parent's schedules revolved, Mello and his girlfriend could have been fucking loudly in an empty house for days, but her parents were more or less the strict type, and it wasn't always that easy. It was difficult to control oneself at this age when presented with something so perfect; he dreamed of dragging her into the bathroom at lunchtime, or behind the gym when they were meant to be running laps. Usually though, he just sat there suffering through a hard-on. Mello had been teased for being "gay" a few times, most likely a jab at his cropped, longish hair or clean, well kept complexion. If those dumb kids could see just what was running through his mind as he was gazing at his girlfriend, they'd know exactly just how wrong they were.
The teenager saw her coming from the right and turned to face his gorgeous partner, hugging her against his warm chest and kissing her a bit more fiercely than a normal greeting peck. He caught her bottom lip very gently between his teeth, his silky blonde hair draping her cheeks, before pulling back and grinning mischievously. "How was your day..? Looking forward to tip toeing around your parents? Hehe..."
Mello was actually pretty nice in spirit, definitely not mean, but he took absolutely no shit from anyone, ever, and was used to slightly bending the rules to reach his goals. The boy's parents were "ex" Russian mafia, as much as you could call it that, and he had access to a wide variety of things including quite a great deal of money. With the way his parent's schedules revolved, Mello and his girlfriend could have been fucking loudly in an empty house for days, but her parents were more or less the strict type, and it wasn't always that easy. It was difficult to control oneself at this age when presented with something so perfect; he dreamed of dragging her into the bathroom at lunchtime, or behind the gym when they were meant to be running laps. Usually though, he just sat there suffering through a hard-on. Mello had been teased for being "gay" a few times, most likely a jab at his cropped, longish hair or clean, well kept complexion. If those dumb kids could see just what was running through his mind as he was gazing at his girlfriend, they'd know exactly just how wrong they were.
The teenager saw her coming from the right and turned to face his gorgeous partner, hugging her against his warm chest and kissing her a bit more fiercely than a normal greeting peck. He caught her bottom lip very gently between his teeth, his silky blonde hair draping her cheeks, before pulling back and grinning mischievously. "How was your day..? Looking forward to tip toeing around your parents? Hehe..."