The Wammy House could be said to be full of children, but that was actually inaccurate. After all, there were only so many orphan geniuses available. So, actually, there were roughly thirty children in the Wammy House. Give or take.
This is still an impressive amount of toddlers, kids, preteens, and adolescents to have in one place, but it's not quite enough to be full. Some of the older children (who had sex with one another even though they were about ten years old) had private bathrooms in their rooms, as did the adults that worked at the orphanage. For everyone else, there were two bathrooms for each gender on both the second and the first floors.
There were stalls that had locks on them, but the doors to the bathrooms themselves were only allowed to be locked by adults for the safety of everyone concerned.
This means that it was pretty much unavoidable to be walked in on while bathing every once in awhile. Unless of course you bothered to get up obscenely early for your morning shower. Most children didn't see it as a big enough deal to bother with. One did.
Near woke up at three thirty a.m. every other day to take a shower. After this, he would go down to his playroom and nap there until he heard everyone else getting up at the more human hour of seven, on weekdays at least.
True, it wasn't always easy to get up so early, but Near persevered. Because when you have white hair, you really can't get away with skipping your showers.
It was Saturday, the day of the week where no one else got up before noon. Near still rose like clockwork at three thirty though, because a break in the routine would just make it that much harder to keep up. The boy picked up a clean set of his customary white pajamas and left his bedroom.
He padded to the hall closet by one of the second floor boys' bathrooms, and selected a large fluffy white towel. This had nothing to do with preference actually, because all the towels were fluffy and white.
Proceeding into the bathroom, Near hung the towel on the rack nearest the shower stall in the back of the room, and turned on the hot water. He placed the folded stack of clean clothes on the counter of one of the sinks. Then Near stripped, tossed his dirty laundry into the basket by the door, and stepped into his shower.
Precisely five minutes later, Mello woke up with start from a nightmare in which he'd drowned in the Pacific ocean while being rained on. Being a rather tough individual, Mello was neither disoriented nor frightened. He did however have a rather understandable urge to relieve himself. So he made for the bathroom.
The room Mello shares with Matt is on the second floor of the orphanage. So it stands to reason that he would choose one of the second floor bathrooms. This makes the odds fifty percent that he would choose the same bathroom as Near.
Another thing to factor in is that Mello is a creature of habit, always going to the same bathroom on each floor. The odds immediately increase to one hundred percent, because the bathroom Near was showering in just happened to be the same as the one Mello always went to.
So it was that the blonde entered the bathroom, reasonably groggy and rubbing sleep from his eyes, and oblivious to the steam in the room as well as the sound of running water. Or if he did notice these things then he considered them to bear a backseat to his natural priorities.
Mello walked into a stall, emptied his bladder, flushed, and exited. He traveled to one of the sinks and washed his hands, then his face. It was at that point that two things happened.
One, Mello recognized the sound of the shower and the fact that the mirror was fogged up. He concluded instantly that someone was taking a shower. The blonde looked around to see how they fared when the water invariably changed temperatures due to the use of the sink and toilet.
Two, Near gave a small yelp as the water switched from pleasantly hot to scalding with absolutely no warning. The albino hastily shut off the stream, reached out of the stall for his towel and, wrapping it securely around himself, stepped out.
The rivals locked eyes with one another just as Mello was about to apologize to he hadn't known who yet and Near had opened his mouth to ask 'What the hell!?' for the first time in his life.
"Near!"
"Mello…"
"What… what are you doing up this early?" Mello stammered, and then mentally slapped himself for asking such an obvious question. Though the sight of a soaking wet Near in nothing but a towel would probably be enough to distract anyone.
If Near noticed the foolishness of the question, he gave no sign.
"I was showering." He replied simply. His normal control back in place. "Emphasis on was."
"Oh right… well, I didn't notice." Mello found himself explaining. Near nodded in acknowledgement. A few minutes of awkward silence passed. Mello tried to say something, anything, even remotely insulting. Just so that Near would go away or maybe get back in the shower. Or at least something enough that he would be able to exit haughtily.
Nothing came to mind. Mello would have cursed, except that all those words seemed to slip away as well when he looked at all that damp ivory skin.
Near was overweight, he had rolls of fat on his stomach, and he had wide legs. He was quite an ugly specimen, nobody in the Wammy House liked him.
If he had ignored Mello's unsettled words, Near couldn't ignore the stare. The pale boy couldn't figure out why Mello was staring, but it was making him nervous. Near didn't like being nervous, he wasn't used to it. He let go of the towel with his right hand, holding it up with his left hand, so that his right could go up to his head and fiddle with hair that was silver with water.
This, as it turned out, was a mistake.
Mello's gaze dropped immediately as the towel slid to reveal a chalk-pale hip and the barest trail of silver hair. Any self-control the blonde may have had vanished, and he tackled the other boy.
Near went down with an uncharacteristic cry of surprise, and only the plush bathmat saved him from a painful knock on the head. The albino pushed himself up on his elbows and was about to demand an explanation for what he thought was an attack, when Mello crushed their lips together passionately. Near's eyes went so wide he thought they would fall out of his face, and he threw up his hands to Mello's shoulders, getting ready to shove the chocolate addict off and give him what-for.
That would be when Near's attention was drawn to the missing towel, courtesy of Mello's hand seizing a part of his body Near didn't know was meant for that sort of thing. All thoughts of protest immediately flew the coop, so to speak. When Mello's tongue ran across Near's lips, the pale boy opened them unhesitatingly. When Mello's hand tangled itself in Near's drying hair, there was no objection.
Mello's lips left Near's, traveling to the pale boy's chest. There he used his tongue to flick a hardened pink nipple, eliciting a gasp of delight from Near.
"M-Mello, wha-?" Near began, curious to know what had brought this on, and from his self-proclaimed archrival no less.
"Shut up." Mello ordered; his breath tickled Near's sick looking skin deliciously. "I don't want to come to my senses yet…" The blonde's hand shifted along Near's hardening penis, interrupting any further inquiries with a groan.
Mello trailed fiery kisses across the smaller boy's torso.
Mello's attention was drawn to Near's now fully erect member, at which he smiled.
"What… what now?" Near whimpered. Mello leaned down and kissed Near deeply.
"This." Mello muttered against his rival's lips. Mello started sucking and licking Near's tiny cock. He sucked harder and put one of his fingers on Near's tiny, hairy balls.
"Do you like it?" Mello asked softly. Near nodded, clinging to Mello desperately. "It's called a blowjob, Near." And Near could only nod again and try to hold on.
Near still wasn't sure about anything regarding this, other than that it was fantastic, of course. He was surprised yet again, when just as he thought he was so full of wonderful sensations he couldn't take anymore, just when he thought he was going to explode, he felt the most incredible thing yet as warm liquid bursted from his tiny penis and filled Mello's mouth.
It was as though fireworks were going off behind his eyes, and he was suddenly exhausted. Before he could ask about what had happened though, he felt Mello swallow the liquid.
The blonde and the albino collapsed together, in a heaving, sweating, and exhausted but sated pile. It seemed like forever, and yet not long enough, before Mello pushed himself up, slipping an arm around Near and pulling him into a sitting position as well. Mello brushed a gentle kiss across the younger boy's lips.
Near snuggled into Mello's warm chest. Mello laughed lightly, and Near adored the way he could feel the laughter's vibrations through his cheek against the blonde's skin.
"As much as I'd like to sit here with you… we really ought to clean up. Just in case someone else decides to get up early. Also, one day I plan to give you a blowjob once more. I plan to take your tiny penis away for you. You'll see what I mean." Mello smiled. Near pointed weakly at the shower behind him, and Mello nodded in understanding.
It seemed like Near wasn't going to be the only one getting up early anymore.