Loser
Title: Loser
Characters: MattXMello
Rating: M
Word Count: 1095
Summary: It was nothing like leather, no sleekness, no coolness. It was just…itchy.
I was watching you for hours
Standing there beside the pool
When you wear those pretty dresses
I forget the girl in you
~Lolita-Elefant
“Put it on.” Matt held out the gaudy, pink plastic bag towards Mello, a victorious grin set on his features. Any other time, this would have warranted a brutal ass-kicking, but this time, it had been won fairly. A bet was a bet, after all.
Mello’s face was the perfect blend of trepidation and anger. His fists clenched at his sides, he looked almost…cute. It was a word that Matt would hardly use to describe the son of a bitch, but this time, they played by his rules. He was intent on enjoying every second of it, even if it did mean that he would be paying for it dearly later.
“What, you gonna argue with me? Fair is fair. You know goddamned well that if I had been the one to lose, you’d have me bent over like a whore. Don’t fuck around. Put it on.” Again, he shoved the bag towards the blonde, his patience running thin. Or perhaps it was only anticipation. Whatever the case, he wouldn’t be taking shit from that moody bitch tonight. Tonight, he would have his prize.
Snatching the bag from the redhead with an annoyed growl, Mello turned with the intention of stalking off to the bathroom, but was halted by a firm grip on his arm. “Don’t fuckin’ grab me, Matt.”
“What? You think you get to change in the other room? What’s the fun in that?” Matt mused. “No, you’re gonna put it on right here. I wanna see the look on your face when you slide that skirt up over your tight little ass. Now strip before I decide that there’s something else I want instead.” A chuckle escaped him as he kept his eyes firmly fixed on the trembling, pissed off character in front of him. “Trust me, Mel, you’re getting off easy.”
“Motherfucker.” Mello mumbled as he began to remove his clothing, starting with his boots and ending with the tight, leather covering that he liked to refer to as a shirt, though both of them knew that it didn’t even come close. Dumping the contents of the bag onto the floor, it took all of his will to prevent himself from taking the garments and wrapping them around Matt’s throat and reminding him who exactly was in control of this situation. Yeah, granted, he didn’t intend to lose when the bet was made, but this…this was downright humiliating. Looking down, he noticed a pair of thick-soled, calf-high women’s boots included with the rest of the items. “I’m not puttin’ those on.”
“Uh-uh. Shoes too.” Matt insisted. “You’re just prolonging it. You could have been dressed already. If I didn’t know any better, I would think that you’re actually enjoying standing here naked like a little bitch.
With quickened movements, the blonde reached down and ruffled through the clothing, drawing out a pair of black, frilly thongs, guaranteed to put his balls in a very uncomfortable position. Whatever, he figured he could just push them to the side. Sliding one foot in, then the other, he focused on the bare, wooden floor instead of the snickering fuck in front of him. Yeah, he was right. These fucking panties weren’t made to shove balls into. Fucker.
Next was the bra, matching the panties perfectly, and in a very small size. He almost wanted to laugh when the image of Matt going into a boutique and buying this shit crept into his mind. But this was no time for laughing. And he swore to god, if that son of a bitch tried to take a picture…
The thigh-highs had to be the worst. Equally black, they were adorned with little, white polka-dots with frills-again-on the top hem where they drew up to his thigh mid-way. What the fuck was it with Matt and this lacy, frilly shit? Next time, he wasn’t gonna lose, he resolved. Then he would do this shit to Matt-but worse. With makeup and everything. And he would take pictures. Yeah, pictures. That would remind the bastard that fucking with him was a bad idea.
“You’re lookin’ real pretty there, Mel.” Matt taunted.
“Shut the fuck up, asshole. You said all I gotta do is wear this shit for 5 minutes.” He looked at his watch. “It’s already been three.”
“Five minutes after you get it all on.”
With another displeased growl, Mello snatched the skirt from the floor and didn’t even bother to look at it before putting it on. He already knew from the feel of it that it was the same lacy, frilly shit he had been forced to endure for the past three minutes.
“Turn around while you pull it up.”
“Fuck you.”
“Just…just do it.” The thought of turning Mello around himself wasn’t too bad of an idea, but the last thing he needed was for the blonde to become combative, and so he opted to remain where he was and watch.
“Eat a dick, Matt. Be glad I’m doing this shit at all.” With that, Mello reached behind him and zipped the skirt snugly around his waist, hating the way the harsh fabric felt against his skin. It was nothing like leather, no sleekness, no coolness. It was just…itchy.
As he reached down for the ridiculous boots, he was once again halted by a hand, but this time, it didn’t grip his arm. He felt Matt’s fingers thread into his hair and pull it taut, a snicker escaping the redhead’s lips.
“Don’t bother with the boots, Mel.”
“So I’m done then?”
“Nah, you’re not done.” Matt pulled a bit harder on the golden strands, forcing Mello’s head back so they were staring, eye to eye. “Dance.”
Characters: MattXMello
Rating: M
Word Count: 1095
Summary: It was nothing like leather, no sleekness, no coolness. It was just…itchy.
I was watching you for hours
Standing there beside the pool
When you wear those pretty dresses
I forget the girl in you
~Lolita-Elefant
“Put it on.” Matt held out the gaudy, pink plastic bag towards Mello, a victorious grin set on his features. Any other time, this would have warranted a brutal ass-kicking, but this time, it had been won fairly. A bet was a bet, after all.
Mello’s face was the perfect blend of trepidation and anger. His fists clenched at his sides, he looked almost…cute. It was a word that Matt would hardly use to describe the son of a bitch, but this time, they played by his rules. He was intent on enjoying every second of it, even if it did mean that he would be paying for it dearly later.
“What, you gonna argue with me? Fair is fair. You know goddamned well that if I had been the one to lose, you’d have me bent over like a whore. Don’t fuck around. Put it on.” Again, he shoved the bag towards the blonde, his patience running thin. Or perhaps it was only anticipation. Whatever the case, he wouldn’t be taking shit from that moody bitch tonight. Tonight, he would have his prize.
Snatching the bag from the redhead with an annoyed growl, Mello turned with the intention of stalking off to the bathroom, but was halted by a firm grip on his arm. “Don’t fuckin’ grab me, Matt.”
“What? You think you get to change in the other room? What’s the fun in that?” Matt mused. “No, you’re gonna put it on right here. I wanna see the look on your face when you slide that skirt up over your tight little ass. Now strip before I decide that there’s something else I want instead.” A chuckle escaped him as he kept his eyes firmly fixed on the trembling, pissed off character in front of him. “Trust me, Mel, you’re getting off easy.”
“Motherfucker.” Mello mumbled as he began to remove his clothing, starting with his boots and ending with the tight, leather covering that he liked to refer to as a shirt, though both of them knew that it didn’t even come close. Dumping the contents of the bag onto the floor, it took all of his will to prevent himself from taking the garments and wrapping them around Matt’s throat and reminding him who exactly was in control of this situation. Yeah, granted, he didn’t intend to lose when the bet was made, but this…this was downright humiliating. Looking down, he noticed a pair of thick-soled, calf-high women’s boots included with the rest of the items. “I’m not puttin’ those on.”
“Uh-uh. Shoes too.” Matt insisted. “You’re just prolonging it. You could have been dressed already. If I didn’t know any better, I would think that you’re actually enjoying standing here naked like a little bitch.
With quickened movements, the blonde reached down and ruffled through the clothing, drawing out a pair of black, frilly thongs, guaranteed to put his balls in a very uncomfortable position. Whatever, he figured he could just push them to the side. Sliding one foot in, then the other, he focused on the bare, wooden floor instead of the snickering fuck in front of him. Yeah, he was right. These fucking panties weren’t made to shove balls into. Fucker.
Next was the bra, matching the panties perfectly, and in a very small size. He almost wanted to laugh when the image of Matt going into a boutique and buying this shit crept into his mind. But this was no time for laughing. And he swore to god, if that son of a bitch tried to take a picture…
The thigh-highs had to be the worst. Equally black, they were adorned with little, white polka-dots with frills-again-on the top hem where they drew up to his thigh mid-way. What the fuck was it with Matt and this lacy, frilly shit? Next time, he wasn’t gonna lose, he resolved. Then he would do this shit to Matt-but worse. With makeup and everything. And he would take pictures. Yeah, pictures. That would remind the bastard that fucking with him was a bad idea.
“You’re lookin’ real pretty there, Mel.” Matt taunted.
“Shut the fuck up, asshole. You said all I gotta do is wear this shit for 5 minutes.” He looked at his watch. “It’s already been three.”
“Five minutes after you get it all on.”
With another displeased growl, Mello snatched the skirt from the floor and didn’t even bother to look at it before putting it on. He already knew from the feel of it that it was the same lacy, frilly shit he had been forced to endure for the past three minutes.
“Turn around while you pull it up.”
“Fuck you.”
“Just…just do it.” The thought of turning Mello around himself wasn’t too bad of an idea, but the last thing he needed was for the blonde to become combative, and so he opted to remain where he was and watch.
“Eat a dick, Matt. Be glad I’m doing this shit at all.” With that, Mello reached behind him and zipped the skirt snugly around his waist, hating the way the harsh fabric felt against his skin. It was nothing like leather, no sleekness, no coolness. It was just…itchy.
As he reached down for the ridiculous boots, he was once again halted by a hand, but this time, it didn’t grip his arm. He felt Matt’s fingers thread into his hair and pull it taut, a snicker escaping the redhead’s lips.
“Don’t bother with the boots, Mel.”
“So I’m done then?”
“Nah, you’re not done.” Matt pulled a bit harder on the golden strands, forcing Mello’s head back so they were staring, eye to eye. “Dance.”