((More of the Minion adventures.))
Day 3:
Today's a good day, a very good day. Once again, Matt is perched on the island in the kitchen with Brandon in front of him, although he's not gotten far enough to be kissing the guy, but this is still close. Brandon's leaning close and pressing ice to Matt's fresh black eye with a worried expression on his face. Perfect.
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Earlier in the day, Brandon had the personal misfortune of walking through a room with both Matt and Mello in it. Matt noticed him from his place perched on Mello's lap and smiled immediately, which made Brandon nearly jump out of skin with nervousness. He was headed for the door to get away from Mello when Matt had a flash of inspiration.
"Hey, Mello, punch me in the face," he whispered into Mello's ear, adding a light nibble and "Please?" for emphasis. Mello looked at him sideways for a moment, giving Matt a chance to start to say "Mello, could I-" before Mello slugged him hard in the eye. Matt fell off of Mello's lap with a thump and startled cry of "Son of a bitch!", quite loud enough to make Brandon turn around and see. Matt rubbed his cheek and avoided looking at either Mello or Brandon, putting on a pathetic face. He could hear Brandon hurry from the room after hesitating.
As soon as he was good and gone, Matt climbed back up onto Mello's lap and leaned his un-punched cheek against Mello's shoulder. "Thanks," Matt said with a grin. Mello snorted and poked at Matt's swelling eye mercilessly. "That better get you in his pants faster."
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And it seems to have been a great idea, because as soon as Matt headed to the kitchen to find Brandon, the taller man nearly fell on him with worry.
"Are you all right? Does Mello always treat you like that? I don't know how you can stand it- here, sit over here, I'll get some ice."
Matt hoisted himself onto the counter and waited, and now here he is, Brandon leaning forward and worrying over him with a bag of ice in one hand. It's a great position for a sympathy play.
"Seriously, Matt, you shouldn't have to put up with this... I know Mello controls everybody, but there must be something you can do," Brandon mumbles, afraid to make eye contact with Matt. Matt shrugs his shoulders and puts on his best sad puppy face.
"I was really asking for it..."
Which gets the appropriate upset response from Brandon, of course. "Nobody asks for treatment like that! He treats you like shit."
"You've said it yourself, Brandon, Mello does what he wants. I don't have any say in it. It's sweet how you worry though," he says with his best charming smile, catching Brandon's waist with his legs and pulling him closer. He can feel Brandon jump with surprise, but when he leans in, Brandon feels much more yielding than the last time. Matt pushes the bag of ice out of the way so he can really get close, wrapping his skinny arms around Brandon's neck.
He tightens the grip his equally skinny legs around Brandon's waist, almost laughing as feels Brandon's body tense even further. Too easy.
"Mm, Bra~ndon," Matt coos, grabbing a forceful hold of Brandon's curly brown hair with one hand. He's not sure how Brandon can be so convinced Matt's the one in trouble here, but it doesn't matter. Matt's built up a cute, completely false image for the guy, so maybe it's no surprise.
Brandon, as always, is jumpy as hell. Something as simple as one of the mafia guys walking in causes him to scramble away like Matt is on fire. Matt sighs inwardly and raises the ice to his eye (no point in letting the bruise set in too deeply). While Brandon blushes in the corner of the kitchen and mumbles furiously about cooking something to the random other minion, Matt will think of more plans to hit Brandon's weaknesses- got to get him in bed willingly by the end of the week.
What to do, what to do?
Previously!
Day 1
Day 2
Next!
Day 4