"Mello," I called. "Get me my lighter, will you? It's on the table."
Mello shifted. "Which table?" he asked, but he knew he would get no response. I was busy trying to defeat a level in my game that I hadn't been able to beat yet.
"The.. table.. mmm..." I muttered, hoping he would somehow realize what table it was on. I couldn't even remember what table it was on now. Not in such an intense part of my game.
Mello sighed and stood up. "Thanks for clearing that up," he muttered back. He walked into the kitchen where he found a lighter on the table. I knew he'd find it.
He tossed it onto my lap and bit a chunk of his chocolate off.
I pressed the pause button (something that always killed me to press) and pulled out a cigarette and lit it.
It was quiet. Mello wasn't going to talk, so I put on my headphones and played whatever CD was in there.
You come out at night
That's when the energy comes
And the dark side's light
And the vampires roam
You strut your rasta wear
And your suicide poem
And a cross from a faith that died
Before Jesus came
You're building a mystery
What an odd song, I thought. I neither understood it nor cared to understand. I pressed the play button on my game. Usually when I'm playing a game, every noise around me becomes a dull whisper, but this song didn't. A cross, I thought. Mello wears a cross all the time. The song seemed dark. Actually, it reminded me a lot of Mello.
You live in a church
Where you sleep with voodoo dolls
And you won't give up the search
For the ghosts in the halls
You wear sandals in the snow
And a smile that won't wash away
Can you look out the window
Without your shadow getting in the way?
"Won't give up the search for the ghosts in the halls" sounded a hell of a lot like the Kira case. It was odd, the way this song was relating to him. The whole "smile that won't wash away" bit didn't remind me of Mello at all. His temperments were worse than menopause. I always thanked God he wasn't a girl. I smirked
You're so beautiful
With an edge and charm
but so careful
When I'm in your arms
Cause you're working
Building a mystery
Holding on and holding it in
Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
And choosing so carefully
Beautiful. That's something he was. And edge. Charm. My eyes darted from my game to Mello, just long enough to lose a life in the battle against evil on my Game Boy. I frowned, but I got a good look at Mello. He hadn't noticed. He was looking far away, probably thinking about beating Near. 'I wish I was always in his thoughts,' I thought to myself.
You woke up screaming aloud
A prayer from your secret god
You feed off our fears
And hold back your tears, oh
Give us a tantrum
And a know it all grin
Just when we need one
When the evening's thin
Tantrum. Oh, that was Mello. A know it all grin? I've seen that a few times. No doubt this song was written for him. He was watching me now. I felt uneasy. Did he know I was thinking about him that way? No, impossible. There's no way. I kept my poker face on. I couldn't let any emotion slip. He'd know. He always knows. I nervously put out my cigarette on my boot.
You're a beautiful
A beautiful fucked up man
You're setting up your
Razor wire shrine
Cause you're working
Building a mystery
Holding on and holding it in
Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
And choosing so carefully
More proof. Beautiful and fucked up. It was obvious he was fucked up from that scar on his face.
"Beautiful and fucked up," I whispered. My mind was a whirlwind of confusion. What was I thinking? I knew what I was thinking. There was no way to avoid it.
Ooh you're working
Building a mystery
Holding on and holding it in
Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
And choosing so carefully
Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
Holding on and holding it in
Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
And choosing so carefully
You're building a mystery
Mello wasn't the most careful man in the world, but that's already been made obvious.
"He's idiotic," I said outloud, "he's impulsive, he's fucked up, he's..."
"Beautiful?" Mello asked, pulling one earphone away from my ear. He whispered it. My hair stood on-end at the closeness. I admitted it to myself, and I was pretty sure I admitted it to him, as well.
He put his hand under my shirt and rubbed my stomach. I didn't have a six pack like he did, but I don't think it bothered him. I put my game on the floor, forgetting to press pause.
It was a race to take our clothes off. Mine came off easily, but his leather was more of a challenge. I tugged and tugged and worked up a sweat before we had even started.
"God, Matt, you look so good sweaty," Mello breathed. My hard-on was waiting impatiently for relief. Once I got Mello's clothes off, he pounced on my lower half, sucking as gently as he could. I was in agony.
"C'mon, Mello," I wheezed. "That's not funny."
He smirked. He began to work a little harder, slowly getting into a perfect rhythm.
My back arched. "M.. M... Oh God.." I whispered. It was almost impossible to understand what I had said, but Mello smirked. He bit down very gently and scraped his teeth against me and...
I moaned as my insides exploded with a tingling sensation.
"Mello," I whispered.
He smirked and used melted chocolate as lube. My breath caught in my throat as something got pushed inside of me.
One finger.
Two.
Something else.
"Ah!" I cried.
"Oh, shit, Matt! It's so tight in here!" he yelled, thrusting his hips back and fourth as I lay helpless on my back.
Not that I minded.
He was louder than I and screamed through the entire thing.
Once again, not that I minded.
I felt something. He came inside me and pulled himself out. He collapsed on top of me and kissed me. It tasted like chocolate and sweat and sex. Wonderful.
He pulled away. "I put that CD in there," he whispered before crashing his lips back onto mine.
I heard the "game over" tune float out of my Game Boy and Mello crushed it with his foot.