"Melone, open the fucking door!" Ghiaccio yelled as he knocked and twisted the doorknob. It was locked but he still kept trying. He could freeze the lock and just bust it off but then he'd have to explain to Risotto later why that had been necessary. He really wanted to keep this between the two of them. He took a deep breath and sighed. He spoke next in a calmer voice, "Mel, come on, let me in...."

So obviously Melone was still upset. He just didn't realize how upset. He wasn't sure what to do or say that would make it better. He rested his forehead against the door. I never should have pulled into that goddamned alley...we should have just gone back to base. If I hadn't been so damn pent up, this wouldn't have happened. I still have to work with him.

"God-fucking-dammit! " Ghiaccio growled and smacked his palm against the door and walked back to his room.

He slammed the door behind him and kicked his desk chair over. He screamed at the pain in his barefoot. He was angry but still horny, a dangerous combination. He'd done dumb shit in the past because of it. His analytical brain just turned off when he got this horny. He limped over to the corner of the room and looked around. Where's the damn camera....?

He searched each of the walls feeling around. He didn't know what he was looking for. He knew it was probably high tech if Melone had installed it. When did he find time to do this? Did everyone else know about these cameras, or did Risotto not tell them for a reason? He finally found the damned thing in the corner next to the door. It was very small and he didn't see a red light. They really wanted these hidden....was this really Risotto's doing, or just Melone being paranoid? Or was it all a cover story for Melone's rampant perversions? It wouldn't surprise him. The camera wasn't obvious due to his closet door always being open. It didn't block the camera but it certainly made it less noticeable. He sat down on the bed and pulled his shirt and pants off.

Fine, I'll make you come out of that room.

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Melone had finally stopped crying and just laid staring at the ceiling. He didn't have the heart to open the door when Ghiaccio had pounded on it earlier. He definitely didn't want to deal with him angry; he'd rather talk when he was calm. If he ever calms down long enough. Maybe if I get him high or something....he's usually more receptive then. How would he even bring it up? He could imagine Ghiaccio rolling his eyes and exuding annoyance at his emotional outpouring. He couldn't imagine a single scenario where he said those words he longed to say and not have Ghiaccio laugh cynically at him. He still thought getting Ghiaccio intoxicated in some way would be the best option, but he usually didn't handle alcohol well.

His phone vibrated on his nightstand, snapping him out of his thoughts. He rolled onto his side and reached out for the phone. He flipped it open and saw a text from Ghiaccio. He wasn't sure if he wanted to look at it. It could be a page long rant, it'd happened before. Melone had gotten many angry texts during missions when it was unwise to be making noise, but Ghiaccio still felt the need to yell at him for something. He could only imagine the names that Ghiaccio would sling his way after what happened in the kitchen. Tease. Whore. Fag. That last thought made him want to put his phone back on the nightstand altogether. He'd seen this behavior before. Guys that just want sex and then get angry when you catch feelings for them. Melone had a bad habit of being clingy in almost a creepy way and that usually got him chewed out and the fling ended.

He didn't want that to happen again. Not with Ghiaccio, who he had to spend most of his hours with due to all the missions they were sent on together.

His finger hesitated over the button, but curiosity won out.

G: Check the feed.

He heard a sound from the wall and sat up. It was too quick so he couldn't be sure about what he had heard. Then he heard a long low groan. His heart hammered in his chest. Ghiaccio's room was right next to his. He got his laptop out and brought up the live feed. His heart was pounding so hard it was causing his hand to shake as he cycled through the feeds in the house. The blood pounded loudly in his ears as he stopped on the one in Ghiaccio's room. His breathing was coming in ragged gasps as he looked at the sight before him.

Ghiaccio was sprawled out on his bed in his underwear and nothing else. His cock was in his hand and his head kept lolling to the side. He would keep looking back up at the camera. He'd obviously found its location and was giving a show. Melone didn't blink for a full minute as he watched with his mouth hanging open. He was hard again watching the spectacle. He wished he could hear the feed. He thought he could see Ghiaccio's mouth form the syllables of his name as he stroked. He set the laptop down on the bed and took his dick out of his shorts. Ghiaccio wanted him to watch and he wouldn't deny him an audience.

Another loud groan came from beyond the wall. He saw Ghiaccio pick up his phone, do something on it, then lay it on his chest. He looked back up at the camera and ran his fingers through his hair. Melone's phone vibrated again.

G: Are you watching?

Melone typed back.

M: yes <3

Ghiaccio looked at his phone again and then tossed it next to him. He propped himself up on one elbow and stroked himself harder while watching the camera. Melone heard a moan and then saw him on the feed throw back his head and open his mouth. The lag in the feed was only a minor inconvenience. He still got to hear some of it through the walls. His glasses were crooked on his face when he looked back up. His chest was heaving. While he continued stroking himself, he beckoned with his other hand towards the camera. Watching that finger inviting him over only made Melone buck faster into his hand. Ghiaccio really wanted him.

But for how long?

Shut up! You ruined it last time! You don't have to go over there, just enjoy the show.

He really wanted to go over there though. More than anything. Melone pulled his shirt off and played with his nipples while he watched Ghiaccio pull more of his underwear down to cup his balls with his other hand. The look on Ghiaccio's face as he stroked was bliss to Melone and he wanted to put that cock in his mouth. He wanted to grind with him again like they did in the kitchen. He wanted to feel that cock inside him. Ghiaccio stopped touching himself and grabbed his phone again. Melone's phone buzzed again as Ghiaccio watched his phone in front of him while he lazily stroked himself.

G: Come sit on me.

I'm so wet

I'll slide right in

He watched Ghiaccio type with one hand while he pulled off his boxers completely with the other.

G: Mel....

I want you so bad.

He ran a hand over his chest as he looked back up at the camera again.

Come over here

Please

He heard another long moan through the wall as he stuck a finger inside himself. Another one soon followed. He laid his head back against the pillow as he fucked himself with his fingers. He picked up his phone again.

G: If you don't want to ride me

You can fuck me

Please Melone

Fuck me

Melone couldn't resist. He moved his laptop to the end of the bed and laid down on his pillows. He took off his mask and held his cellphone up above him and tried to get the best angle to take a picture. His hair was splayed on the pillow but half was still thrown into his face over his blind eye. He moved some of the strands of hair around to make sure it was completely covered. He left the shorts on but he let his cock rest hard and throbbing on his stomach while he touched his chest. He gave the horniest look he could muster with his tongue slightly out and took the picture. He looked at it and once he decided it was good, he sent it with the message: ~Ghia....<3

G: Fuck me

That's incredible

Youre so big

I want to sit on you and ride you til I cum

My door is unlocked

Come fill me up

M: I liked when you were filling me up

G: Then come here and sit on this cock

Its aching for you

M: God I love watching you beg.

<3<3<3<3<3

G: Just come out of your room

And Im yours

He wanted that to be true more than anything. He wanted Ghiaccio all to himself. He wanted to take him to a club where everyone would see and grind up against him on the dance floor. He wanted to make out with him while drunk in front of the whole squad. He wanted the whole house to hear their passionate moans just as they'd heard Sorbet and Gelato do so many times in the past. Melone jerked himself hard and moaned rather loudly. On the feed, Ghiaccio looked towards the wall. He stood up and knelt by their shared wall.

"Melone...." The passionate moan could be heard very close by. He was glad the house was empty or others would definitely hear Ghiaccio. He was particularly loud and Melone loved it. Melone got a toy out of his drawer that he sometimes used and sucked on it to get it wet. He grabbed the laptop and put it on the floor next to the wall and knelt down next to it just as Ghiaccio had. He sat down on the toy and took another picture of him riding and sent it to Ghiaccio. He knew Ghiaccio got it because he let out a particularly loud moan through the wall. Melone bounced harder on the toy as he loosened up; he imagined it was Ghiaccio under him. His phone vibrated in his hand and he barely opened his eyes to read it.

G: Youre so beautiful without your mask on

He reread the words on the screen and had a hard time believing they really came from Ghia. He wanted that sentiment to be true. He really hated having people see him with his mask off. He'd been made fun of for his eyes as a child. He didn't need his squad doing the same. He was a goddamned gangster, and a stupid eye shouldn't bother him this much. He reread those words again:

You're so beautiful without your mask on.

Melone squeezed his eyes shut and came. He dropped the phone to stroke himself as he rode it out loudly. He glanced at the feed to see that Ghiaccio's last outburst had been his orgasm. He was leaning against the wall lazily stroking as he was obviously listening for Melone's sounds. He'd made a mess on his chest and he looked tired. Damn, I can't believe I missed it.

He eased off the toy slowly and let it fall next to him. He sat down against the wall and breathed. He watched the feed to see Ghiaccio up close standing on his chair and something drape over it. He couldn't see anything on the camera anymore. Just as fast, his heart fell again. You're such a fucking idiot. You fell for it again. He used you and now he's done with you. He flipped open the phone and looked at the pictures he'd sent and felt ashamed. Ghiaccio was more than a booty call to him, so Melone shouldn't have treated him like he was. His gaze lingered on his second picture he'd sent. He'd been so preoccupied with pleasure he hadn't thought before sending it. He could see his other eye in it.

He tossed the phone onto the bed and pulled his legs up to his chest, burying his face into his arms.

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Ghiaccio heaved as his heartbeat slowed down. Those sounds had made Ghiaccio absolutely lose his goddamned fucking mind. He didn't understand how someone like Melone could make him feel like this so intensely. The afterglow that washed over him was finally fading and his analytical mind was coming back to the forefront. As much as he loved it, his plan had failed. Melone never came over. Was he really that mad at me that he didn't even want to be in the same room as me? He seemed to enjoy the show, however. He suddenly felt incredibly self-conscious about Melone seeing him in such a vulnerable state. He stood up and opened his closet to find a t-shirt. He climbed up on his desk chair and draped it over the camera and edge of the door.

At least now he can't drop in on me unannounced.

He cleaned himself off and got dressed again. He sat crisscrossed with his arms wrapped around his knees on his bed and looked out the window. He'd really fucked up now. He should quit trying to problem solve when horny. It only digs a deeper hole. He flipped open his phone and reread the messages. God, I sound like such a fucking whiny bitch, no wonder he didn't come over. He was so damn needy when he was horny. He opened both of the pictures again and flipped back and forth between them for a long time. They were incredible to look at. How did Melone not have a boyfriend or girlfriend? Because he has a fucking foot fetish and he's insufferable. Ghiaccio was finding that last part to be less and less true.

I probably won't be getting another one of these anytime soon. He saved them to his phone in a special folder.