Ghiaccio woke, sweating the next morning. His late nap had turned into a long night's rest. He sat up and took off his jacket, wearing only a tight black sleeveless muscle shirt underneath. The temperature difference was immediate to his skin. He stretched and squinted at the clock; it was nine. He'd slept for almost twelve hours. Damn, I really must have been tired. He took off his gloves and socks too, then reached for his glasses on the nightstand. The world became clear again as he stood up and cracked his back. His stomach growled loudly. When was the last time I ate? Two o'clock yesterday? He cracked his knuckles and walked out of his room to use the bathroom then headed downstairs to the kitchen.

He heard sounds of cooking in the kitchen but it was surprisingly devoid of voices. When he'd descended the stairs, he didn't see anyone in the living room. It was Saturday after all, but usually, there were more people up by now. Maybe Prosciutto and Risotto? Where the fuck is everyone? Are they still asleep? Maybe they went out on a bender after I crashed. He stopped in the doorway of the kitchen to see Melone standing in front of the stove in a t-shirt and sleep shorts. Ghiaccio couldn't help looking at his legs.

"Morning." Ghiaccio scratched the back of his head as he walked towards the coffee maker. Thank god, there was still coffee in the pot, not much, but enough. He heard a clang on the stove as Melone jumped.

"Morning," he heard Melone sigh. Melone didn't turn.

"Didn't mean to scare you," Ghiaccio chuckled as he poured the last of the coffee into his mug.

"I didn't hear you," Melone said quietly. Ghiaccio wondered if Melone was still upset from yesterday.

"Blind and deaf? What an assassin you are," Ghiaccio joked.

"Said the man with prescription -10 glasses," giggled Melone.

"Hey, White Album gives me crystal vision in the suit. The visor is basically one big lens." He was glad Melone seemed in good humor.

"I wondered how you could see in there without your glasses." Melone turned slightly to look at him. Even though it was early morning, he still wore his pink mask over his eye. Ghiaccio always thought that was weird, but he never commented on it since Melone got weird about it once when Formaggio asked if he slept in the damn thing. Being seen without the mask clearly made him uncomfortable. "Want breakfast? I'm making eggs."

"Hell yeah, I'm starving," He said as he sat down at the island.

"Two, overeasy, wheat toast?" Melone asked. He knew Ghiaccio too well.

"You got it." He sipped his coffee as he watched Melone bustle about to grab two more eggs. "God, I crashed after getting home. I haven't slept that long in ages."

"I bet you were tired," Melone hummed as he cracked the eggs.

"Using White Album for that long is exhausting." He completely ignored Melone's meaning.

"Mmhmm," Melone said, which he could tell was code for 'let alone getting fucked that good.' Ghiaccio still felt awkward talking about it, so he changed the subject from yesterday's events.

"So where is everyone? Sleeping off a late night?" Ghiaccio asked.

"Risotto and Pro left early to meet with Bucciarati about drug changes, and Illuso and Formaggio left with Pesci to go to the mall or something," Melone said. "Something about trying to culture Pesc. Probably trying to get him laid."

"Ha! Good luck with that!" Ghiaccio cackled. "And what about the Mind Freak duo?"

"They were doing reconnaissance in the den last I saw them." The den was where everyone met for meetings and did serious work. The main computer was set up there but Melone hardly used it since his stand was a computer. Ghiaccio was the only one he let use it. He took that as a point of pride since Melone was usually so fiercely protective of Babyface.

"Shit. It's too early for that," groaned Ghiaccio.

"Well, recon or fucking each other, who can say for sure?" Ghiaccio heard the smirk in his voice as Melone flipped his eggs in the pan. "That's just the excuse they gave when they left."

"Yeah, I'm sure," Ghiaccio said. "Sounds more likely.

Melone put the eggs on two plates and turned off the stovetop. Melone put a fork on his own plate but not on Ghiaccio's. Melone knew he usually turned the eggs into a breakfast sandwich and mopped up the mess afterward with the remaining toast. The fork was almost never used. Ghiaccio smiled; his partner knew him so well. Melone then turned and set the plates down in front of them as he sat down and took a sip of his own coffee. He quickly scrunched up his face as he pulled the cup away quickly.

"Still too hot. I thought it would have cooled down some while I made breakfast." Melone sucked air in and out trying to cool his mouth. Ghiaccio reached over to Melone's mug and summoned White Album to his fingertip. He lowered the mug's temperature a few degrees, cooling its contents. He didn't usually do this, or the whole team would be bugging for such a mundane use of his stand 24/7. Sometimes Melone would ask him to do it and Ghiaccio would bitch about it after, but really he didn't mind.

"There." Ghiaccio pulled his hand back and picked up a piece of toast, using it to break the first egg.

"Thanks, Ghia." Melone smiled. Ghiaccio felt a surge to his crotch as he watched his lips. He thought about yesterday and what it had been like to kiss Melone in the car. He really wanted to kiss him again. He looked down at his coffee as Melone ate his breakfast. "You know, we can check the cameras on Babyface if you really wanna know what those two are up to."

"You have cameras?" Ghiaccio paused with egg soaked toast just before his mouth.

"Of course, I do. How else do you think I know that Risotto and Pro are together?" Melone sad matter-of-factly as he took a bite of eggs.

"What!?" Ghiaccio put his toast down.

"Come on, Ghia, you didn't notice that?" Melone arched his brow at him. Prosciutto had been one of his other crushes in the house. Not a crush really, he just thought he was hot. A crush implied feelings that Ghiaccio didn't have. Well, anyway, that was definitely out now that the boss had laid claim.

"No!" He snapped. "Are you sure?"

"I saw them, Ghia." He rested his chin on his hand.

"You watched them?" He scrunched up his face.

"No, I was just clicking through and I saw them kissing pretty passionately. I left after that." Melone ate some of his toast and sipped his coffee. "Besides, the cameras aren't for that, they're there to make sure no one breaks in. It was Risotto's idea."

"I bet he regrets that decision now." Ghiaccio murmured snidely. He would keep that in mind from now on. "Are there fucking cameras in the bathroom?"

"Risotto said no," answered Melone. That wasn't an answer he liked. He stared at Melone. "No! I didn't put cameras in the bathrooms, geez."

"Do you watch me?" Ghiaccio asked gruffly as he ate. He tried to act like it bothered him, but he couldn't help getting harder at the thought.

"I do a sweep of the house twice a day to make sure there's no stand activity," he answered again mechanically. Again, Melone didn't directly answer the question and that made him throb more. He decided to let it go, but he would definitely keep it in mind. Ghiaccio was a quick eater and had cleared his plate in a matter of minutes; he was hungrier than even he realized. He didn't get up to clear his plate because at that moment he was dealing with a raging boner. He continued to drink his coffee while Melone finished his breakfast. He wiped his mouth and stood up; he reached out for Ghiaccio's plate, who nodded at Melone's questioning look before taking it.

He watched as Melone rinsed off the plates at the sink. His eyes trailed along his neck and down his back to his ass and legs. He wanted nothing more than to rut against that ass. Melone said he was cool with them getting off together if yesterday was any indication. He stood up and walked around the island to Melone and slid his arms around his waist. He heard Melone gasp as he rested his face on Melone's left shoulder and breathed against his neck. He ran his hands up under his shirt and sucked gently at his neck. Melone gripped the counter.

"Mel..." he dragged his nose up under his mask pulling it up over his ear. His hands traveled down his chest to grab Melone's hips. Ghiaccio pulled as he thrusted against him once. He moaned into his ear causing Melone to moan in response. He pushed him flush against the sink, bending him over it.

"What if I took you right here?" Ghiaccio whispered in his ear.

"Sorbet and Gelato are still here..." he huffed as Ghiaccio thrusted him into the sink again.

"They're too preoccupied with each other like you said. But even if they did come in, I bet you'd want them to see you with a cock up your ass. I bet you like to be watched," Ghiaccio whispered as he reached around to slide his hand against Melone's crotch. "You probably put on a good show, don't you?"

"Ghia..." Melone moaned.

"You'd put on a show for me wouldn't you?" Ghiaccio breathed into his ear.

"Yes..." whimpered Melone.

"You probably touch yourself while you watch me on the cameras." Ghiaccio rubbed circular motions into Melone's dick. He slid his hand inside Melone's shorts and wrapped his hand around him. He pulled it out of the waistband and continued stroking.

"I'll do it right here, if you want," Ghiaccio whispered, nibbling at his ear.

"Take me, Ghia," Melone whispered back. Ghiaccio unzipped his pants and pulled himself out then he pulled down Melone's shorts. He spit into his hand to lube himself up and then started pushing into Melone. It was slow but he didn't wanna rush and hurt him. Once he was halfway in, he resumed stroking Melone and talking to him.

"I've always wanted to fuck you in the kitchen," intimated Ghiaccio.

"So you fantasize about me?" Melone breathed. He moaned as Ghiaccio pushed in a little more.

"I thought that was obvious," he chuckled.

"I think about you all the time. Sometimes, I can hear you in your room." Melone breathed and Ghiaccio's dick throbbed once inside him causing Melone to moan.

"Yeah, and what do you do?" Ghiaccio's voice was thick with lust.

"I finger myself while jacking off. I pretend it's you inside me," Melone panted. Ghiaccio never wanted someone as much as he wanted Melone right now.

"I'm inside you right now," Ghiaccio purred. He pushed the full way in.

"Uh, it's so deep," Melone whimpered as Ghiaccio pushed in as far as he could go.

"God, it's so tight." Ghiaccio hissed and began to move slowly.

"All the better to keep you inside me."

"Fuck, you're such a little slut."

"Only for you, Ghia..." He arched his back to push back into Ghiaccio more, who grunted at the impact. Ghiaccio grabbed the counter for leverage as he held onto Melone with the other hand.

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Melone felt a sudden sense of emptiness as Ghiaccio pulled out of him.

"Wha—?"

"Turn around." Ghiaccio grabbed his wrist and spun him around. Ghiaccio attacked his mouth, shoving his tongue inside. He was pushed so tightly into him that the counter was cutting into his back. He felt the friction between them as Ghiaccio moved. Ghiaccio grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked, exposing his neck which Ghiaccio greedily latched onto. Melone wanted this contact, this intimacy with Ghiaccio more than anything. He pushed any thoughts of how Ghiaccio felt about this out of his mind for the time being. He wanted to enjoy this.

Melone wrapped his arms around Ghiaccio's neck. Ghiaccio's other hand went to wrap around both of their cocks as he pressed his mouth over Melone's again. Melone moaned into his mouth as he stroked them together. Ghiaccio broke the kiss and removed his hand from Melone's hair to stroke his face and then his mask. He hooked a finger into and started to pull it down. Melone's hand flew to his face to hold it in place.

"Don't." Melone didn't look at Ghiaccio, but he'd stopped stroking.

"Why not?"

"Just leave it," He mumbled. His voice was monotone when he spoke.

"But why?" Ghiaccio insisted angrily.

"Cause I don't want you to see it," Melone grumbled.

"I already saw it! You took it off yesterday..." annoyance was creeping into Ghiaccio's voice.

"Oh, so now you want to talk about yesterday," Melone complained in a low voice.

"What does that mean?"

"Thought you might be regretting being with someone that disgusts you so much." Melone felt bile rise in his throat.

"The fuck are you talking about? I'm literally fucking you right now!" Ghiaccio seethed.

"No, you aren't." Melone pushed Ghiaccio off of him and pulled up his pants and left the kitchen.

"Where are you going!? Melone! MELONE!" he heard screaming from the kitchen as he ran up the stairs to his room. He closed the door behind him. He wished he'd never opened his stupid mouth. He could still be at the mercy of Ghiaccio's lust.

But he wanted more. He didn't want to be ignored outside of these intimate moments. He wanted Ghiaccio to look at him, admire him. He wanted to be as delightfully gross with Ghiaccio as Sorbet and Gelato were with each other. He wanted to be able to cool his temper with a kiss and to be able to leave him speechless. Instead he was always angry at anything Melone said. It was like as soon as he opened his mouth, it had pissed Ghiaccio off. He didn't bother holding it in anymore. He slid down to the floor against his door and let the tears fall freely.