(Was) Stuck in Traffic

 

“I can remain calm,” Ghiaccio tried to convince himself, looking at the traffic right in front of him.

There were tons of cars in front and behind him, stretching for miles. Judging from that, it seemed like he’ll be here all day. It was a hot day too. Luckily for Ghiaccio, he can cool himself off. If only he could cool off that hot-headedness of his.

“ Fuck! ” Ghiaccio yelled.

“This is ridiculous!” yelled a woman.

“Come on! I need to shit!” yelled a man.

There were cars honking, a baby was crying, and someone was playing their loudly obnoxious music. The blue-haired man gripped the steering wheel tightly because he wanted to strangle all these people.

Keep honking, he said in his mind, because surely it’ll keep traffic moving. And to the guy with the music, you have no taste. To the woman who looks like Melone, shut your damn baby up!

Suddenly, he got a call from Melone.

He answered the phone. “ What? Can’t you see I’m stuck in traffic?”

“No, but I can hear,” Melone answered. Ghiaccio heard him sighing. “And here I was, hoping you could get back to the hideout sooner.”

“Why do you need me there?”

“Well—“ He paused. “I’m kind of horny.”

“Then what’s the point of calling me? I’m not there.”

“Wait, so you would fuck me?”

Ghiaccio didn’t answer. He’d love to fuck him if he wasn’t such a massive pervert. “Isn’t it rude to answer a question with another question?”

“Didn’t you answer my question with a question?”

“ Melone! Why are you calling me? Answer or I'll hang up!”

“Phone sex. Now answer my questions.” Melone giggled. “What are you wearing right now?”

“Clothes.”

“Can you describe them?”

“Red glasses, a long white-sleeved coat with blue buttons, brown fingerless gloves, dark blue pants with white vertical lines, and some red shoes.”

“Hot.”

“I wear these all the time when they’re clean. Are you telling me you’re getting a boner every time you see me?”

Melone giggled. “Yes!” He couldn’t tell if he was being serious or just messing with him. “What are you wearing underneath all that?”

“A black tank top, red underwear, and some socks.”

“Mmm, red underwear. Are you secretly a freak? Tell me more about the type of underwear you’re wearing. I’ll tell you mine. Hehe, I’m wearing these pink lacy panties. And right now, I’m hard. Can you imagine my bulge?”

The image made Ghiaccio a little bit turned on. “Briefs,” he answered.

“Where do you want to be right now?”

“Somewhere private. I want to feel that bulge.”

“I bet you want to rip my panties off and ravage me.”

“And admire your cute naked body.” Oh no, Ghiaccio was getting into it. There was a small lump in his pants.

“Oh, Ghiaccio, my cock is leaking. What are you going to do to me?”

“I’ll rip those panties off and take you from behind. I'm going to ram you against the wall, and I’ll make your legs tremble.”

“Oh my god, yes, baby, yes! I’m stroking my hardened cock at the thought. I need something in me. I wish you were here.”

Ghiaccio rolled the roof up. Although he didn’t unzip his pants, he began touching himself. “So am I. Now, what would you do to me?”

“I’d plant kisses all over your body, exploring each detail. You know, I’ve never seen you showing off any skin. Can you describe your body? Oh, and I’ll be sucking your cock.”

“Think of Formaggio but pastier. I bet you give good head.”

“Come over here and find out.”

“Don’t worry, I’m coming,” Ghiaccio said before hanging up.

The car was no longer parked.

---

Did Melone hear that correctly? Ghiaccio, who was stuck in traffic, is coming here? He got dressed up and went to the room where his teammates watched the TV, changing the channel to the news.

The road that Ghiaccio was on was about to be cleared until a red Mazda Miata pushed a couple cars out of the way, clogging up traffic once more.

Oh boy, wait til Risotto hears about this, he thought.

Melone heard a car screeching. He walked to the window and saw the red Mazda Miata parked outside. Ghiaccio slammed the car door and rushed inside.

“Oh shit,” Melone said. He was not prepared.

He rushed back to his room, but a furiously horny Ghiaccio tackled him, pinning him to the ground. He kissed him deeply and tried to insert his tongue in his mouth.

“I’m going to cum inside you,” the blue-haired assassin declared.

Melone tried to worm his way out under Ghiaccio. “Wait! What about the others?” the lilac-haired man questioned.

Normally he’d allow this to happen— and he was still hard too —but he knew how his team reacted to Sorbet and Gelato, the lovey dovey couple.

“The others?” Ghiaccio repeated. “Who cares about the others? Besides, Sorbet and Gelato hug and kiss in front of us all the time. What makes this any different?”

Ghiaccio continued kissing him. This time, he slowly tried to remove Melone’s clothes until he abruptly stopped.

“Wait,” the blue-haired man said, looking at him. “I thought you were wearing pink lacy underwear.”

“I am. I got dressed because you hung up on me. I was about to find you. Oh, and you were on the news.”

“ What? ” News spreads so fast. He’ll deal with that later. Right now, he realized that maybe they should get a room unless they want nosy Illuso to gossip about them. “Well, I didn’t come all the way here for nothing. Come on, let’s go to my room.”

As the door shut, Ghiaccio tossed Melone into his bed and hopped on top of him, giving him lustful, devouring kisses. Ghiaccio did what he said he was going to do and ripped off Melone’s clothing as well as the panties. Melone tried tugging off his clothes, causing the other to assist him and tossed them aside.

“You told me to imagine Formaggio but pastier,” he commented, “but your body is more toned than his.” His hands slid down his abs. “Oh, and I see you dyed your pubes to match your hair.”

“I see you shave. Are you going to shave your head too?”

Melone laughed and laid back down. Ghiaccio had a smile on his face. Realizing something, Melone has never heard him laugh. He’s never seen him smile until now.

They returned to touching each other. Ghiaccio stroked Melone’s cock, giving him kisses on the lips, while the other’s hands roamed his back, going a bit further down, slapping and grabbing his ass.

Melone then inserted his tongue in his mouth. The other stopped stroking and instead ground his cock against his. Their foreheads touched, and Melone let out a moan. Ghiaccio moved his head back a little, trying to catch some air. His glasses were foggy, so he took it off and placed it on the nightstand.

“Open your mouth,” Ghiaccio demanded.

He did as he was told. Two fingers were inserted into his mouth. “Start sucking.”

He did. As he was doing that, Ghiaccio stroked their cocks together. Melone was so close to coming until Ghiaccio removed his fingers.

“I want you to suck something else,” he said.

Ghiaccio sat near the edge of the bed. Melone was on his stomach, hand on the other’s cock. He gave it a few licks before swallowing it whole. His head bobbed, going at a steady pace. While he was sucking, Ghiaccio inserted his wet fingers inside Melone’s ass. When that happened, the other increased his pace, making the ill-tempered man moan and whimper.

“H-holy shit!” Ghiaccio commented.

Although Melone was still going at it, he smiled on the inside.

Ghiaccio tried to focus on stretching the other’s asshole, scissoring his fingers inside. Once he believed Melone was stretched enough, he took them out. He grabbed Melone’s hair and forced him to look him in the face.

“Remember what I said on the phone?” he reminded him.

Before Melone could let out a word, Ghiaccio shoved him against the wall, knocking off the framed pictures. The lilac-haired man’s back faced him, and his arms were restrained. Then, without warning, Ghiaccio rammed his throbbing cock inside of him. He wasn’t slow or gentle. Melone was close to coming. He tried his hardest not to spill, but then Ghiaccio hit a spot that caused him to orgasm, splattering the blue-painted wall with cum. His legs trembled. However, this didn’t stop the other man from continuing, despite how tired Melone is right now.

He cried as Ghiaccio continued to pound him. His arms were no longer restrained. Instead, Ghiaccio was holding him, saving him from collapsing. He was going to cum. His pace quickened, making Melone scream.

“Ah! Di molto!” he yelled. His face was flushed. “I haven’t received a good fucking since forever. I— I love you!”

And then Ghiaccio came, filling up his lover’s ass.

“I love you too,” he replied.

He still held on to Melone and gently placed him on his bed. He then plopped himself next to him.

“You okay?” he asked

Melone turned his head and looked at him. “Yeah, I’m fine. A little tired.”

“ What the hell is going on in there? ” Formaggio yelled.

The door was suddenly wide open. Ghiaccio quickly covered themselves in the blanket. The blue-haired man was furiously red.

“ Get the hell out! ” he yelled. He’d toss his shoe if he could.

Formaggio covered his mouth with his hands, closing the door.

“Wait till Illuso hears about this!” Ghiaccio could hear Formaggio say.

He sighed. He’ll never hear the end of this. Melone slightly giggled. For now, they rested.

And the Ghiaccio opened his eyes. “Where did you get those panties?”