LonelyPoet21: ok, wow. I feel bad. It's been awhile. And it's not like I've been so totally busy its not even funny. Well, maybe a little. Honestly I didn't know where to take this, I've been studying though!
Matt: by 'studying' she means watching Boy Love movies.
LonelyPoet21: SO?! It worked didn't it? I wrote this!
Matt: whatever.
Mello: don't provoke her. She'll send those J-rockers after us. Those 'gay for pay' men.
LonelyPoet21: THEY'RE NOT 'GAY FOR PAY' ITS FANSERVICE. F-A-N-S-E-R-V-I-C-E. which is what I'll be making you do if you both don't shut up! *glares*
Matt & Mello: *doesn't say anything*
LonelyPoet21: Good Homos. Now, DISCLAIMER - I don't own anything. Matt and Mello are products of well…several people and companies that have nothing to do with me and my perverted imagination. Now enjoy!
It had been several months since Matt had gotten out of the hospital. He recovered quickly, his injuries not being as severe as Mello first thought. Not that much had changed, except now they seemed to be sleeping at the same time, and in the same bed. Matt had also found a way to calm Mello down, which he seemed to need to do a lot now.
When Matt had first arrived home, Mello seemed to feel the need to do everything for him. He bustled around doing this and that, usually failing at whatever he did. Matt tried to instruct him on cooking, but that had failed and the fire department seemed to be number one on speed dial.
He had to prove to Mello that he was better and when that finally succeeded he could still feel the blonde's eyes on his back whenever he did anything. His motor skills weren't the best, but they were still better than Mello's. While he was recovering he mentioned something about being thirsty to himself and Mello seemed to hear. In an instant his friend and love had been up and zoomed to the kitchen. It felt like the kitchen seemed to sense trouble and the atmosphere tensed. Matt hoped the blonde hothead would get him something simple like water. He prayed he would just get him water. But then he heard the teapot and his heart stopped. Tea making was complicated. Prepare for trouble; and since Mello was involved, quadruple it.
The redhead closed his eyes, a sudden throbbing in his skull attacked him out of nowhere. Maybe it was his Mello's about to do something stupid senses tingling? Who knew? That's when he heard it. The crash. Then Mello's cussing. Matt struggled to get up off the couch and limped to the kitchen to see the blonde crouched over, cussing, picking up the remains of a coffee mug. (they're men, they don't use 'teacups' XD) Then he spotted the teapot on the edge of the stove, above Mello's head. He had obviously done something wrong, because the teapot was jumping. One more jump and it would hit…Matt ran as fast as he could and grabbed the blonde and dragged him to the side. Mello was surprised and looked at the redhead in confusion. Not even a minute later the teapot jumped again and hit the floor, erupting in boiling water flying along with glass shards. They needed a new teapot anyway.
Matt was crouched over the blonde when he heard a sigh from underneath him. He looked down to see a sad look in his partner's eyes. "Mells, what's wrong?" he asked gently.
"I can't do anything right…" he mumbled, and punched the tile. This time it was the redhead who sighed, while trying to think of something that would cheer the blonde up. Then the idea hit him and he got a dorky smile on his face. He leaned back, while still staying close to the blonde, and took two gloved fingers and lifted his companion's head, looking lovingly into his eyes.
"You know what I really want Mells? I'll give you a hint, it's something you can't mess up." he said chuckling. Mello looked at the gamer confused and seemed to think. Then he got a defeated look on his face. "Give up?"
"Yes Mattie. I give up." the blonde said irritably. Matt brought his face close to Mello's until their lips were almost touching. They exchanged warm breath, and time seemed to stand still for the lovers.
"A Mello Yellow." he whispered and locked lips with the other. The blonde seemed to be surprised at first, then snapped back into consciousness and kissed the redheaded gamer back with all the passion he could muster. Even though Matt had said he couldn't mess it up, he didn't want to take any chances.
They kissed passionately against the wall, bodies rubbing against each others. Matt moaned into the kiss and Mello took advantage of it by switching and pinning him against the musty wallpaper. Matt noticed just barely, his hands exploring ever inch of Mello he could find. They hadn't become experienced with each other yet, and were stilling discovering what the other liked and disliked.
Mello started to unbutton the redhead's pants when he heard a groan of pain, and looked up to see his lover red-faced, eyes shut tightly, beads of sweat running down his face; his hair was sticking to his forehead and his breathing was coming out in uneven pants. The blonde stroked his cheek with his fingers and instantly pulled them back. The redhead was burning up. Matt was always the stronger one, but that didn't mean Mello was weak. He picked up the younger boy and carried him back to the couch, stripping him of his shirt and pants, only this time it was to cool him off, and not make him hotter. He went back to the kitchen, sighing at the mess of the cup and teapot and ran a rag underneath the cold water from the sink, which he didn't want to know where the water came from, and carried it back to Matt, who was sprawled out on the couch shaking. He definitely had a fever.
The blonde pressed the rag against Matt's forehead and he trembled from the contact. He opened his green eyes unsteadily and looked up at Mello. "Mells…" he whispered. Mello shushed him and tried to get him to lay back down, but he insisted on sitting up.
"What is it Mail!" he finally yelled, annoyed. The redhead leaned in and gave the blonde a small, quick, chaste kiss and pulled back a couple centimeters.
"This means we're not going to have sex for awhile, doesn't it?" he asked. Mello glared at him, trying to hide his blush. They hadn't really got to sex yet, they just slept in the same bed and made out. Matt's condition was keeping them from it. Mello face palmed the gamer and pushed him back down.
"What do you think, pervert."
