Matt sat on the porch of his and his boyfriend's, Mello, shitty apartment. He usually smoked in the house, but Mello had a coughing fit recently and, being the nice person he is, he went outside to smoke his last cigarette.

Taking a long drag of his cancer stick, he kind of felt bad about making Mello choke... For about two seconds, then the thought was erased from his brain. He loved his bolde, mafia-leader, but if he hadn't gotten used to Matt's obsessive smoking then when would he?

Speaking of blonde mafia-leaders, there happened to be one wrapping his arm around Matt's waist at the moment. "I thought you didn't like smoke," Matt said, taking a drag and holding it for a while. Mello shrugged and pressed his lips to Matt's. Matt got the smoke in Mello's mouth because his lips opened from shock. He thought Mello was mad when the chocolate-eater broke the kiss, but saw him smiling. Said chocolate-eater blew the smoke into the air.

"Eh, when I get it like that then not so much."