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Melone was more than a little touchy. It was rare to find him not touching another person, at least a little bit. Maybe their knees would touch, feet would be a little too close together, a glancing touch of an arm… And that was with the members that didn’t exactly like him. Ghiaccio, who would go so far to say that they were friends, was met with the brunt of Melone’s touchiness. Melone would go out of his way to hold hands with him, drape his body all over Ghiaccio’s no matter what was going on around them. The lecherous man would even fall asleep on him if he hadn’t gotten enough sleep before and after a mission. Ghiaccio has had to carry him to his room (and sometimes Ghiaccio’s own room) more times than he can count. Waking up to another man in his arms wasn’t the worst way to start his day, but he would never admit it.
It’s not that Ghiaccio didn’t like being touched by Melone, he actually kind of liked it, which was really weird. That didn’t stop it from being more than just a little distracting, though. How is he supposed to plan or review contracts for kills from the boss if there is another man sitting in his lap? Or a pair of legs were slung across his body while the other worked on his laptop? Prosciutto gave up reprimanding him a long time ago. There was little he could do about Sorbet and Gelato when they were still alive, and he seems to think it’s hopeless with Melone and him too. Again, it’s really weird, since they’re not in a relationship like the two others were.
Melone doesn’t even react when Ghiaccio goes on one of his (hopeless) rants anymore! He used to jump a little bit when Ghiaccio would suddenly yell, but now the reaction is gone. Instead, all it takes is a little touch from him to immediately calm him down. Ghiaccio wasn't aware when that started, but now it’s commonplace. A simple finger dragging along the line of his jaw would instantly shut him up. It’s always a single finger dragging somewhere on his exposed skin, barely ever anything more unless Melone wants to hold him. Sometimes, he’ll even find himself leaning into the touch, lingering feelings left when Melone does pull away.
To think, Ghiaccio actually couldn’t handle anyone touching him for any reason before he joined La Squadra. He used to kill people just for touching him. Any little touch would make him jump and send him into a rampage where he’d yell and scream at someone for having the audacity to touch him. Once Melone came into his life and became his partner for basically all of his missions, the touching just started to happen. First it was little touches, the kind of stuff that Ghiaccio didn’t realize were touches in the first place. Then it was the hand holding, or at least touching his hand until Ghiaccio accepted it. It just escalated from there. For some reason, despite being the most overtly sexual of the bunch, all of Melone’s touches seemed to come from a platonic place. He’s never tried to take advantage of him. He didn’t understand the weird feelings in the pit of his stomach that made him want more though.
“FUCK YOU,” Ghiaccio screamed, nearly throwing an empty bottle of beer at Formaggio for the latter teasing him about his relationship with Melone. “BITCH!” He almost jumped across the kitchen island, but a sudden touch on his hip distracted him. He followed it up to its owner, expectedly Melone as no one would think to touch him when he’s like this. Unconsciously, Ghiaccio noticed that he looked a little sad, but his anger took precedence. “HE’S A SHIT! STUPID FUCKING BASTARD!” He didn’t mean to yell in Melone’s face but being more than a little tipsy does take that one polite barrier down. “I’LL KILL YOU, MAG!” He pointed in the direction he had last seen Formaggio, but he must have used his stand to hide. That, or Illuso is hiding him because it’s funny to watch Ghiaccio explode.
A cold touch shocked his warmed cheek, all of his recent anger at Formaggio dissipating with the simple touch. “Calm, baby.” Being called ‘baby’ was new as of last week. It happened in the middle of a mission to get his attention from his one-track thinking about the best way to corner the target. When Ghiaccio didn’t show any strong reaction against it, Melone continued to refer to him as ‘baby.’ The idea caught him off guard, and he wasn’t sure if he liked being called ‘baby’ instead of any other pet name Melone could come up with. It served as a good distraction, nonetheless. “Kill him later.” The empty bottle was taken from his hand and placed gently on the counter. “I’ll even help.”
Being winked at kept Ghiaccio from being able to guess exactly what was going through Melone’s head. And just like that, Melone walked away with his own bottle of beer. Ghiaccio felt like screaming, ripping out his hair, destroying his glasses. How could Melone calm him down just like that? Two touches completely removed his anger at one person. It was ridiculous. He wanted to kill Formaggio for his stupid comments and yet here he is, now more focused on his partner than anything else “Mel, wait!” He called after Melone, chasing him down to the stairwell that went up to most everyone’s respective rooms.
Melone turned around and held his hand out for Ghiaccio to hold. Unthinking, Ghiaccio took it with both of his own. “Is there something you need, Ghia?” Melone being on the stair above Ghiaccio exaggerated their height difference even more, even if the former is only two inches taller than him normally. There was something about having to look up at Melone that stirred his stomach.
“He, Mag, was saying mean things about you.” There was a snicker from behind him, but he was too busy trying to talk to Melone to kill whoever it was who decided it was a good idea. Of course, Risotto would stop him if he went too far, but that wasn’t the point. Melone’s honor was at stake, even if he didn’t act like it was a big deal. “Fucking bastard deserved it, he made me really angry.”
He took his hand from both of Ghiaccio’s and cupped his cheek, rubbing circles with his thumb. To any onlooker, it probably looked like Ghiaccio was whipped for him based on his reaction to a touch like this. He would do anything Melone said, hang on his every word. Their relationship felt like that from time to time, but Ghiaccio tried to push those feelings away. Just friends. They’re just friends. “Thank you for getting angry for me, bello.” He swallowed hard at the compliment. Ghiaccio didn’t think he was the most attractive man in the world, or even in La Squadra. It was harder to look at Melone as just his friend when he would call him beautiful. “I’m going upstairs, would you like to join me?”
That was essentially code to ask Ghiaccio to join him somewhere private so he can sit on his lap or cuddle without getting teased by the others for it. These requests started about a month ago, after a few missions that separated them from each other. Now that those were done, Melone has been a little more touchy than usual. He didn’t have to say anything before the two ventured upstairs away from the commotion unintentionally created by the two of them.
Once comfortably in Melone’s messy room, they sat on the bed next to each other. Ghiaccio shook from an ungloved hand suddenly touching the nape of his neck, playing with the few stray hairs that couldn’t be forced into curls with gel. That was a spot that he would have normally frozen someone’s hand for touching, but it was Melone, and Melone is special. “Did he say anything really mean about me or was it the usual?” Even the usual got under Ghiaccio’s skin, pissing him off that someone would call their coworker those words. Gay, whore, fag, deviant… Ghiaccio would be happy to clock him in his mouth for Melone’s sake. Plus, they literally assassinate people for a living. Who wouldn’t be a sexual deviant in some way when you kill people?
Ghiaccio leaned into Melone’s touch, unintentionally shaking from the gentleness. “The usual, unfortunately.” He gritted his teeth. There were a lot of things that pissed him off about Formaggio but being mean to Melone was one of the worst things. He glanced at Melone to catch him drinking, eyes half-lidded and looking more than a little sad. Ghiaccio’s not good with emotions, so he actively avoids talking about it because he doesn’t know how to make him feel better. “Can I have some?” Melone wordlessly handed the bottle over. Not the first indirect kiss they’ve shared and probably not the last. The amber liquid left a pleasant burn in his throat. He handed back with a sigh. “It just… It really pisses me off when he says that stuff about you. What a fucking piss-shit bitch.”
Melone chuckled, his hand now traveling down the column of Ghiaccio’s spine. While still not completely used to touches like these, it continued to calm him. “He’s right, though.” The hand snaked around Ghiaccio’s waist while pulling the two of them together. Melone hooked his leg over Ghiaccio’s and leaned his head on his shoulder. “I am quite the kinky bastard. A little queer. Not like I keep my fetishes a secret from the rest of the squad.”
“But you’re not so horny you’d fuck any of us.” Ghiaccio mumbled, not knowing why the idea brought him sadness. They’re friends. Just friends who are kind of cuddling on one of their beds, sharing a single beer.
“You haven’t asked, either. Maybe I would if someone said they wanted to have sex with me. I would definitely have sex with you if you’d just ask.” Melone’s velvety voice cooed in his ear, making the shorter, angrier man have a realization. He’s tolerated and accepted his touches because he was happy that Melone was touching him. He was happy even if it wasn’t romantic or sensual in any way. He had been so touch-starved that Melone’s positive touches felt like heaven to him. Maybe, he does want Melone to touch him more. He was too afraid to say it though. He hoped that maybe he would figure out how to say it later. Ghiaccio leaned back the slightest bit so he could wrap an arm around Melone as well. He’s never tried to initiate any contact with Melone on his own and the idea of being rejected terrified him. “Oh? Mm.” Melone reacted positively to his touch, that’s a start.
Ghiaccio took another swig of the beer when it was offered and leaned his head against Melone’s. This is not a new thing, unlike wrapping his arm around Melone. Though, this also started a while ago, by Melone pulling his head down to rest on his own. Ghiaccio was shocked by that, but he’s gotten so used to it that he can rest his head on Melone’s without panicking. “I guess you’re right.” He laughed a little, trying his best to not shake. The idea of having sex with Melone sent heat straight to his dick. “But I wouldn’t even know where to start with that sort of thing.” Ghiaccio bit his lip to try to keep it from quivering. He doesn’t want to lose Melone as a friend. That is probably what scares him the most.
“Bello, I would happily teach you the ropes. I’m sure you’d catch on quick.” Melone put the bottle on the floor and used the free hand to grab the one of Ghiaccio’s that was free. He kissed the top of his hand and Ghiaccio’s cheeks lit up. He moved his hand away as quickly as possible to try to cover up the blush that has now taken up his cheeks. However, he couldn’t squirm away from Melone when his hand found his cheek. “Aw, you’re blushing.” Their faces are too close together. Too close. This is not something just friends would do. “Y’know, it means a lot that you’d yell at Formaggio for me.” Ghiaccio followed Melone’s hand with his eyes, watching it find a place on his own chest. “I know it’s kind of my fault for being so open with my sexual desires, but I really appreciate you protecting me. No one has ever really done that for me.”
Their eyes met in the middle, only exaggerating the blush on Ghiaccio’s cheeks. He had to look away. They’re not doing anything sexual, nothing but the usual touches they usually do and yet the mood feels completely different than it did when they came in. “I don’t know why anyone would be so stupid to not help you.” He tched his tongue against his teeth, then covered his mouth with his hand. “It’s admirable how you can just… Say and do the things that you do.”
Ghiaccio’s face was guided to facing Melone again, the touch on his face so soft and gentle it’s a surprise it’s from a cold-blooded murderer. “Are you complimenting me, Ghia?” The syllable was dragged out with a smile. The view of Melone from the corner of his eye showed a face so soft and touched by his words. Ghiaccio has only known how to hurt others with his words, so this is a welcome change. “Mm, thank you. Di molto.”
He waited for Melone to retrieve the beer bottle from the ground before settling back into their close position. “You know that’s not correct grammar.” Ghiaccio mumbled, only getting a laugh in response. A light bubbly laugh that always makes Ghiaccio happy to hear it. When his friend is happy, he is happy.
“Ah but think of it this way.” He quirked an eyebrow at the man while he drank what was left in the bottle. The column of his neck was pretty in the low light of the room. When Melone caught him staring, he blushed and looked away. That seemed to only encourage Melone more, the taller man now swinging both legs over Ghiaccio’s. He kind of wanted to shrink into his own shell for fear that whatever Melone was planning was going to make him do something his friend may not like. Melone touched his face again, angling him back to facing him. “Ghia, you’re so pretty, why do you keep looking away?” The blush on his face got even hotter with the compliment. He would like to believe that it’s the alcohol making him so blushy, but his heart knows otherwise. “I like looking at you, but it’s so hard when you look away.”
His eyes flicked around the room to avoid looking into Melone’s. “I’m…” He managed to squeak out with a deep breath of preparation. “Embarrassed.” He pulled his arm from around Melone if only to fiddle with his fingers with nervousness on top of his legs.
How this man could handle wearing latex for every mission astounded Ghiaccio. It left nothing to the imagination. And that ‘nothing’ that Ghiaccio was so worried about was resting on his thigh. All that did was take the blood making his face so hot travel south. “Embarrassed? Because I was happy that my dear friend would come to my rescue when others would say mean things about me?” He gently grabbed one of Ghiaccio’s hands, holding it with an equally soft touch. “Is it the compliments? I hope I’m not making you uncomfortable.”
Ghiaccio interlaced their fingers, resulting in a small, but visible, blush on Melone’s face. He still was not nearly confident to do much more, but every little reaction seems to be positive reinforcement. Melone’s eyes caught his, a pleading look instantly making him feel embarrassed again. He put his head in Melone’s neck, pushing up the glasses, but hiding his face all the same. “It’s everything about you.” He mumbled into the warm skin of his partner in crime. He hoped it was low enough that Melone didn’t hear him clearly. “No, it’s not uncomfortable.” Unintentionally, his lips attached themselves to Melone’s neck. He sighed, noticing how much warmer everything about Melone suddenly was. “I’m just…” Ghiaccio nosed his exposed clavicle, unsure of every little thing he was doing. “It fucking makes me nervous.” He squeezed Melone’s hand to try to get some strength to say his piece. “People don’t really compliment me.”
Humming, Melone drew Ghiaccio’s body even closer. He was almost sitting in Ghiaccio’s lap now. A single line with a finger was drawn up his spine until Melone’s hand found its way up to the top of Ghiaccio’s head. He felt… Safe. To say the least. Like Melone wasn’t going to let anything get to him. “That’s kinda silly, don’t you think?” Pat, pat, pat, right on top of Ghiaccio’s head. The way he was getting pet was as if he was Mascarpone, Formaggio’s cat, who was most likely sleeping in his room away from all the commotion. “I’d compliment you all the time if I knew you wouldn’t get angry at me for it.”
He couldn’t help but pull away to look Melone in the face. It doesn’t help that the soft, but kind of sad look on his face made Ghiaccio lose his nerve. He looked away to save his own pride more than anything else. “But… I like it when you do it.” Ghiaccio mumbled, but luckily it was just loud enough for the purple haired man to hear. It was lucky that Melone was so close to his face that he didn’t need his glasses to see the twinkle in his eyes clearly. “It’s…” He gritted his teeth again to try to keep his cool. How ironic he was so hot headed for having a stand that mainly creates and controls ice. “You know I can’t really control my emotions.” Melone wrapped his arms around Ghiaccio’s shoulders and leaned his head on the space made between them, unintentionally making Ghiaccio even more nervous than he had been before. “I don’t know how to take compliments.” He started stuttering just to get it all out. “I-I mean, like, I like being complimented by you because it kinda feels like you mean it, but like with the others, I don’t think they really take me seriously so when they compliment me, I don’t know if I should trust it.” He laughed at the end to hide the awkwardness, making Melone laugh as well. He’s pretty sure he failed on relieving the situation. “It’s, uh, one of those things.”
“Bello, you are very cute.” Two compliments in one statement. He shook as Melone’s fingers pulled at the shoulder of his overcoat, not doing much but just enough to keep him on his toes. “I would do anything for you, baby.” Did he just? Did he just kiss Ghiaccio’s shoulder? The little affection petrified Ghiaccio. Does this mean he wasn’t kidding when he basically said he would have sex with him? Thin fingers touching his neck broke Ghiaccio out of his head, only to make him blush more. “Are you okay?” The worry in Melone’s voice surprised him.
He glanced down to see that the worry wasn’t in just his voice but all over his face too. It made him feel guilty for not really knowing how he’s meant to react to affection. Ghiaccio bit his bottom lip, suddenly interested in whatever was on Melone’s floor. “I’m fine, I’m fucking fine.” He drew in a sharp breath. He wants to kiss Melone. He wonders how long he’s wanted to kiss Melone, because this doesn’t feel like a new thought. But right now, he knows for a fact that he wants to kiss him as quickly as possible. Turning towards Melone so that they are facing each other better, “We’re friends, right?” Against his better judgement, he grabs one of Melone’s hands and intertwines their fingers.
Melone’s face contorts in confusion before smiling, “Of course, Ghia.” Is he blushing?
It takes him a second to get the confidence to keep going. He moves just enough to put his other arm on the bed to hold himself up, so he doesn’t fall on Melone while they’re like this. “And we’ll stay friends no matter what, right?” Melone nods, a new, more sensual smile adorning his face. He’s probably already guessed what Ghiaccio’s trying to say… “So, if I say…” Maybe he’s still a little bit tipsy. That’s probably why he just got confident all of a sudden. Under more sober circumstances, he probably wouldn’t have realized that he wants to kiss Melone. “That I want to, maybe…” His inability to say it makes Melone laugh, the man leaning on Ghiaccio’s arm for stability just as Ghiaccio is doing himself.
“I’ll go as far as you’re willing tonight.” Melone touches their noses together, his blunt words only bringing more heat to Ghiaccio’s cheeks and somewhere that makes him way more nervous. He thanks whatever he can that Melone seems to be okay with the idea. “We’ll still be friends after this.” His entire body shook when Melone’s other hand touched his neck again. “That is, if you don’t want to be anything more than friends. Whatever you want, it’s okay.”
Ghiaccio’s well aware of Melone’s past, or at least what he’s seen since they first met. Melone hasn’t always had the best of luck in relationships, to say the least. Ghiaccio would yell at him while still treating his wounds because at the time he thought it was stupid that Melone would get himself into situations where someone would hurt him. He knows that Melone is serious about what he’s saying, but it still pains his heart to know that Melone would try to put this behind him as if it didn’t hurt him to be used by someone so close to him if they didn’t decide to do something more.
Melone touches his cheek, breaking him out of his thoughts. “Did I say something wrong?” It’s almost scary when Melone’s the one that sounds nervous, he’s usually so confident that nervousness doesn’t sound good with his voice. He shakes his head, unable to bring himself to say anything. “It’s really okay, Ghia baby, I’ll be okay.”
Hands attach themselves to Melone’s waist, the man makes a surprised noise. In one swift motion, Melone falls to his bed and Ghiaccio finds himself hanging just above him. He takes several deep breaths to try to calm down but finds it hard when Melone’s legs are still touching him where he doesn’t expect them to. “Mel…” He breathed out, allowing himself to lean just closer to Melone’s surprised face. Quickly, he adjusted his glasses to be fully on his face so they wouldn’t slip off and hit Melone, and then placed a hand on the bed next to his head to keep him from falling. It’s probably quite obvious at this point that Ghiaccio doesn’t know what exactly he’s doing. “I, um, like… You?” His inability to admit that without messing up embarrassed him.
Arms loosely wrapped around Ghiaccio’s neck, an unreadable smile adorning Melone’s dimly lit face made him look even nicer than normal. In a smooth voice, he responded “I like you too, Ghiaccio.” His hands were splayed against Ghiaccio’s back, making the smaller man shake against his will.
“No, I mean.” He closed his eyes tightly while trying his best to gain the confidence to say what he wanted to say. They’re partners. Partners and friends. But there’s a second meaning to partners that Sorbet and Gelato taught him before their untimely demise that Ghiaccio knows now that he wants. “We’re partners.” Melone nodded, his expression still unreadable. “But I want to be partners.” He cursed himself for just repeating what he said just before. Opening his eyes, he then saw Melone’s own widen in surprise, probably understanding what he meant to say.
“You mean?” Melone’s voice was small but cracked at the end with a smile. “Partners like Sorbet and Gelato?” Ghiaccio could only nod, feeling his face light up. He was pulled into a tight hug that not even his one arm on the bed could keep him from falling into Melone. Uncharacteristically, Melone was squealing, rocking them back and forth until Ghiaccio was pulled onto the bed beside him. He was breathless seeing Melone’s pure smile just centimeters from his own smiling lips. They looked each other in the eyes, Ghiaccio losing himself in the slightly clouded green eyes of Melone. “Are you serious?” With a small, but serious voice, Melone asked, a hand now cupping Ghiaccio’s cheek. He could only bring himself to nod, but it still resulted in a noise he had only heard from Melone after particularly successful missions with good Baby Face Juniors that managed to do everything, so they didn’t have to do anything but wait in Ghiaccio’s car. “Ghia, I never thought you liked me that way.”
Melone’s high giggles went straight to Ghiaccio’s heart and took the express route when Melone leaned his forehead against Ghiaccio’s. Now even closer, Ghiaccio found it hard to make a first step. Part of him never wanted to lose this moment. He’s almost never seen Melone this happy. He watched Melone pull the mask down from his eyes, feeling his cheeks heat up seeing the blinded eye clearly. It’s a rare sight indeed - not that the eye can see. Ghiaccio evened the playing field by taking off his glasses, making Melone’s face be the only thing he can see clearly. The smile on Melone’s face made his heart flutter. This is the closest he’s ever been to Melone, to anyone, really. Is there even a way to get closer?
He began thinking about having sex with Melone, causing his cheeks to glow and heat to pool in his hips. The idea was so… embarrassing for some reason. He’s seen Melone naked a few times. Initially those felt scarred into his brain, but now… The tone of the memory has changed. Has Melone even seen him without his coat? “Ghia,” his cheek was cupped by Melone’s hand once again, breaking him out of his spiral, “can I kiss you?”
Dumbly, he nodded, feeling their lips slot together for the first time. It’s certainly not his first kiss, but it’s the first time since joining La Squadra so he is more than a little out of practice. Melone’s lips are softer than his, distracting him from his own inexperience when his fingers went into his hair. He couldn’t help but gasp when Melone bit his bottom lip when he pulled away. He chased Melone’s lips for more but pulled back when he realized how needy it seemed. Ghiaccio looked at the minimal space between them, embarrassed that the touch he once avoided became all he wanted.
Melone had been whispering for a moment before Ghiaccio was able to pay attention. Still, the man harbored no bad feelings towards him for his sudden inattentiveness, pressing another quick kiss to his lips again making him want more. “Bello, bello, bello…” Each was punctuated by a kiss, “I never took you as this sort of guy.” The grin on his face stayed while their lips were together. “This good of a kisser and you never shared?”
It was this moment Ghiaccio realized he didn’t know what to do with his hands. His earlier advances were made when he didn’t realize that more could be done. Melone has always taken the lead, which he was secretly grateful for, but now he doesn’t know what to do. He could just follow along with what Melone’s doing, like he always has, but that no longer seems right for this situation. All he could think about was how good it felt for Melone to be pulling him even closer by the nape of his neck to deepen their kisses.
Melone pulled away abruptly, leaving Ghiaccio breathless on the bed. He grabbed Ghiaccio’s glasses and placed them on the bedside table, as well as removing his own mask to go in the same place. Ghiaccio shifted so that he was on his back, taking in as much of the man as he could blurrily see. He couldn’t help but squeak in a very unmanly way when Melone placed his knee between his thighs and leaned over his body, effectively reversing their position from earlier. He was completely at the purple haired man’s mercy. “Di molto, you are so handsome, Ghia.” He gasped when a finger dragged down his chest, stopping just short of where he wanted it most. It shocked him how quickly he got hard from just making out with Melone. He couldn’t see if he had the same effect on his partner. Melone seemed to stifle a laugh before pressing a short kiss to Ghiaccio’s lips. “Can I take this off you?”
“Um, yeah… If you can figure it out.” It seems easy at first glance, but there are a lot of hidden buttons that need to be undone before the coat can be taken off. Melone’s head dipped down, attaching plush lips to his neck while his fingers fumbled with the buttons. Ghiaccio openly moaned at the sudden touch, shocking both himself and Melone. He tried covering his mouth with his hand, “Oh, god. Sorry.” Melone’s lips were there quicker.
Ghosting touches on his lips while still attempting to undo his coat, “No, it was cute. You should do that more often,” Melone whispered with a grin. Kisses followed the line of his jaw until they reached his neck again, making it difficult to stifle another moan. His whole body felt hot from the touch, all so overwhelming after years and years of avoiding this like the plague.
The buttons at the top of the coat were undone, leaving more hidden underneath the edge to be undone. Melone, however, celebrated this tiny victory by suddenly biting his neck. Ghiaccio moaned again, even louder when Melone sucked a dark mark where his skin was tender. He bit his bottom lip to try to keep quiet, but Melone seemed to have other plans. The purple haired man gripped his waist firmly before there was suddenly pressure on his erection from his thigh. The noise he made was strangled by Melone’s mouth on his neck again, all this overwhelming his senses. He could come before any clothes are taken off if Melone keeps this up.
Their lips came together, both moaning. He could feel Melone’s own erection rubbing against his hip, a feeling much more intense than any of the other times he’s accidentally felt it. Still, he didn’t know what to do with his hands except push Melone away so he could breathe. “Stop, stop.” He touched Melone’s burning hot cheek with his cool hand, trying his best to reassure him that he’s enjoying this. “Just, just gimme a second.” He missed the feeling of Melone being on top of him the moment he held himself up. “You’re good at this.”
Melone laughed while pulling himself even further away, standing up on his knees above Ghiaccio’s body. “You’re good at this too.” The moonlight coming from the window illuminated Melone’s body in a way that made him even more attractive in Ghiaccio’s admittedly terrible eyes. “Look at you,” Melone leaned down again, holding himself up with one hand above Ghiaccio’s face, “You look properly fucked out already.” Ghiaccio shook, feeling Melone’s breath on his neck as the man leaned even closer to him. “It’s hot.”
“Ngh!” Ghiaccio was going to return the compliment when Melone suddenly palmed him through his jeans. White hot pleasure flashed behind his eyes. He hasn’t been touched like this in a long time, and it showed. His body spasmed under Melone’s touch, unfortunately cumming long before clothes came off. Melone was quick to react, gently helping him ride through his orgasm before holding him tight. “Fuck.” Ghiaccio cursed under his breath, embarrassed. He covered his eyes with his arm to keep from seeing if Melone would make fun of him or not.
The teasing never came though. Melone shifted so he could lay at Ghiaccio’s side, an arm slung across his body but otherwise not touching him. The moment he turned his head to see Melone’s expression, a soft kiss was planted on his lips. “You doin’ okay?” Melone asked as they parted.
“Yeah, I’m just embarrassed.” He sighed, now feeling the wet spot in his underwear cooling against his dick. He adjusted his pants and underwear so he wouldn’t have to feel it, groaning in a lot more feelings than the embarrassment he was blaming it on. “I came too quick.”
There was a gentle adoration in Melone’s eyes when he got the confidence to look again. Melone’s hand came to his hot cheek and rubbed encouraging circles into his cheekbone with his thumb. “No, you did good.” Ghiaccio rolled his eyes. “I mean it! I, um, I’m proud to have made you cum so hard. Bet that hasn’t happened in a while.” Melone shifted closer, throwing a leg over Ghiaccio’s. Ghiaccio responded by moving his arm so it wasn’t awkwardly between them and under Melone’s head instead. He rubbed Melone’s back as best he could.
Ghiaccio hummed a response, closing his eyes. Despite how embarrassed he was to cum like that, he was trying to commit everything to memory. The feeling of Melone’s hand on him as if he was urging him to come, the way he was kissing him like he was the only person in the world… He felt special in a way he hasn’t felt in years. “I still wanna get out of these clothes though.” He mumbled, shifting uncomfortably on the bed.
“Do you want me to try again, or do you just wanna take ‘em off yourself?” Melone held himself up on his elbow, eyes still hungrily raking down Ghiaccio’s body. The need in his eyes surprised him since Ghiaccio isn’t used to it being directed at him.
“I can do it myself,” Ghiaccio sat up, already undoing the remaining buttons on his coat. Melone sat up with him, rubbing his back like he’s done after particularly hard missions. The last time he did this was a few days ago, after Ghiaccio came back from a mission with Prosciutto. Before continuing, he leaned over and initiated a kiss with him as a thank you. Melone didn’t immediately kiss back, probably surprised that after everything that just happened Ghiaccio would still try to touch him back. He leaned his forehead on Melone’s when they parted, “Can you get me some new clothes from my room?”
Melone pulled away and nodded. He watched Melone exit the room with little theatrics, wondering how he managed to get this man as his partner in the first place. He always thought Melone was attractive since the moment he laid eyes on him. Risotto was still giving him the brief on how things in La Squadra worked when Melone entered the room covered in blood. He placed the victim’s ring still on the finger on the desk between them with a smile, casually explaining how the hit was pulled off. He introduced himself to Ghiaccio and walked out just as quickly as he appeared. From that moment on, Melone was made his semi-permanent partner. Seeing him cleaned up was something he’s never forgotten to this day.
“I got you some pajama pants and new boxers.” Melone announced as he entered the room again. He then stopped suddenly, looking at Ghiaccio confused. “Why didn’t you change?” Ghiaccio hadn’t moved since Melone left the room, so he couldn’t blame him for being confused.
He stood up and closed the distance between them, “I thought you wanted to watch…” He realized how cringy it sounded as soon as the words left his mouth, but the blush on his partner’s face was worth saying it. Melone’s eyes looked him up and down again, the purple haired man biting his bottom lip when his eyes came to a certain place. If Ghiaccio wasn’t so tired, it also would have embarrassed him to see Melone look at him like that. Instead, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to Melone’s cheek before taking the clothes and stepping back.
In an instant, Ghiaccio shucked off his coat to reveal his trademark sleeveless turtleneck underneath. The gasp from Melone’s mouth warmed his cheeks because it proved to the man that he had just as much influence over Ghiaccio as he had over him. The next thing to be taken off was his belt, thrown to the floor. His socks came off too, only now making him more self-conscious about what he was doing. He has never shown anyone his body in this way since he joined La Squadra and now he’s giving the world’s worst strip tease to a man he didn’t even know liked him until about an hour ago.
“You, uh, don’t have to change in front of me, if you don’t want.” The purple haired man, so filled with sexual bravado up to this point now seemed just as nervous as Ghiaccio felt. His eyes widened every time Ghiaccio flexed his arm muscles. It was yet another way that proved Melone liked him as much as Ghiaccio did. “I can, uh, go to the bathroom, or something…” He was cut off by the gasp he made when Ghiaccio pulled off his shirt. Despite Ghiaccio’s usual fear of showing off his body, he did work out with Risotto regularly. In physical strength, they probably had everyone else beat. “Di molto,” was mumbled under Melone’s breath like a mantra as every part of his body was examined with cloudy green eyes.
Perhaps it was the alcohol in his system that was making him so bold. How else would he explain to his sober self tomorrow why he grabbed Melone’s hands and put them on his chest? Skin-to-skin contact was something he hadn’t felt in years by choice, except his exposed hands anywhere on Melone before their relationship became intimate. His body trembled beneath Melone’s soft touch, reacting especially sensitively when his hands held his waist. Beneath hooded lids, Ghiaccio tried to remain calm. “I, um, I’m gonna take off my pants now.” Their eyes met before Melone nodded.
This was nearly more intimate than the heavy petting that went on earlier. Their breaths mingling in a dark room as clothes came off, a need present in their eyes never so freely given. Ghiaccio had never been so exposed to another member of his team on purpose, reminding him of a time long ago when similar things happened. It was never quite this sweet. He almost wondered if he deserved it. “Oh, so beautiful,” Melone practically moaned as soon as he pulled off his soiled underwear, “Babe, di molto…”
Melone closed the distance between their lips, his hands touching as much as they could on Ghiaccio’s body. He tried his best to hold in the noises that threatened to spill out with Melone’s every touch. Ghiaccio nearly yelped when Melone suddenly groped his ass - something that’s been done before when Melone’s gotten a little too drunk but never without any clothes on. The feeling was intensified by the hungry kisses shared between them. Without thinking, Ghiaccio pulled at Melone’s clothes as a weak retaliation. He was quickly dispatched, pushed to the bed while Melone took his clothes off.
Ghiaccio didn’t get to marvel at Melone’s body the same way the taller man had since as soon as the clothes were thrown to the floor, Melone was on him again. Ghiaccio still didn’t know what he could do with his hands, what he could and could not touch. “Ah, ah…” Ghiaccio moaned when Melone moved to his neck again, biting and sucking in more places he couldn’t hide with his shirt or his coat. He was pushed to lay down on the bed, but both jumped in shock when their members touched. Melone pulled away and shifted slightly, face now bright red, as Ghiaccio was sure his own matched. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm down again. “Um… M-maybe we should get changed.”
The taller man only nodded before he stood up. Ghiaccio sat up to start putting the clothes Melone got for him and took the chance to look at Melone’s body. “Sorry if it seemed like I was rushing you.” Melone was digging around in his dresser, back towards Ghiaccio. It wasn’t as if Ghiaccio hadn’t seen Melone like this, but it felt different. They had touched in a way neither of them seemed to expect. He was so thin, nearly shameless too. Ghiaccio blushed when their eyes met, Melone must have caught him checking him out. “Do you mind if I just put on boxers?” The question seemed so innocent comparatively.
“No, it’s fine.” Ghiaccio stood up to adjust the clothes on himself fully. Sometimes he would find Melone had taken off his clothes in the middle of the night to sleep with his boxers. He didn’t mind it, even though there were times he probably should have minded a little bit. He just took it as Melone being Melone. They sat on the edge of the bed again, Melone wrapping his arms around Ghiaccio’s waist with his legs across his lap. “I was, um, surprised.” Ghiaccio admitted, trying to find the confidence again to touch Melone as he did earlier.
“I was too.” Melone reassured him, rubbing his side with a smile on his face. Though, his face dropped quickly. “Did you want to sleep here tonight?” He asked, something so normal for them unfortunately changed with the sudden shift in relationship status. “‘Cause I can let you go to your room, y’know.”
He leaned in and pressed a kiss to Melone’s lips to keep him from saying anything more. It was almost as if he was going to keep getting butterflies in his stomach every time they kissed until it became second nature, just like their casual touching. Ghiaccio pulled away and pushed some of Melone’s hair behind his ear. “I want to sleep here tonight.” He glared at the door momentarily, “Don’t want Mag to see me leaving your room thinkin’ we had a fight or something.” Melone nodded, his hold on Ghiaccio tightening just as quickly. Ghiaccio pushed himself to do more, leaning closer to Melone. “Plus, we’re partners, remember?” The arm holding him up wrapped around Melone’s waist as he lowered them to the bed.
They kissed again, this time through Melone’s own accord. “You’re right.” He nearly giggled. In a faux dramatic way, he brought a hand to his forehead, “I need to repay the man who nearly fought for my honor somehow.” Ghiaccio rolled his eyes again, moving himself so that he was fully on the bed next to Melone. “I nearly forgot how all this started!” Ghiaccio pulled the covers up to them after being messed up multiple times through their intimate activities.
Wordlessly, they adjusted themselves so they could sleep in bed together comfortably. Normally, Ghiaccio doesn’t have this luxury due to Melone being asleep, so this was a rare moment indeed. “Make it up to me in the morning.” Ghiaccio whispered, all of his exhaustion hitting him like a freight train. He probably shouldn’t have drunk so much earlier. But if he didn’t, none of this would have happened.
“I will, baby, I will.” Melone scooted closer to press a kiss to Ghiaccio’s lips before settling back where he was. Ghiaccio couldn’t help but smile. Maybe it was a good thing how touchy Melone is, and how he’s gotten used to it since they became professional partners. He’ll get used to it more being romantic partners. “Good night, Ghia.”
He found one of Melone’s hands under the blanket and gave it a squeeze, “Good night.” Ghiaccio’s a little overly attached to Melone too.