Matt lay on the couch, bored. He already passed the major levels in his favorite games, winning as usual. It was a change for the red headed young man to not have anything to play with. This thought drew a grin from him. I always have Mello, he thought to himself, grin expanding.
"Melloooo!" He called lazily from the living room. "Mellooooo—mmrph…!"
A hand suddenly clamped itself around Matt's mouth, interrupting his childish request for attention. "What the hell do you want?" He heard Mello hiss.
Matt rolled his eyes upwards to where Mello was scowling back at him. The former simply opened his mouth slightly and licked the latter's hand.
"Hey!" Mello quickly withdrew his hand from its previous position and wiped it on the sofa. "Stupid, you didn't have to lick it!" He complained while staring at his hand as if it contained an infectious disease.
Matt jumped up on the couch so he was eye to eye with his friend. "C'mon, I was just having fun… I bet you liked it." He stuck his tongue out tauntingly.
The blonde narrowed his eyes, but remained silent. Truth be told, Mello did like it. He just didn't want to admit it. Damn his pride.
Tonight Matt seemed to have mind reading powers. "Hah! You did like it, Mello. Admit it…"
Mello simply smirked. He swiftly jumped onto the couch, pinning Matt down beneath him. "And what if I did like it?" He said in a low, amorous tone, running his tongue along the edge of Matt's collarbone.
"Nnnmmph." Matt mumbled. A blush crept onto his cheeks, leaving him hot and flustered.
Mello stopped his nibbling. "Ah ah ahh!" He shook his head. "I need you to answer me; otherwise I'll stop this little... game."
The red head pouted and rolled his eyes. "Fine," He said stubbornly. Matt was almost as proud as Mello— but only to an extent. He could confess when he was elated or displeased most of the time. On the other hand, Mello kept his feelings to himself, making Matt guess what was going on ninety-eight percent of the time. He sighed inwardly.
"Well…" Matt trailed off. His blush deepened, greatly.
"Say it…" Coaxed Mello, lightly sucking on Matt's neck for further encouragement. He knew what Matt wanted to say, he just wanted to hear him say it.
"Aghh, let me say it!" Matt whined, referring to Mello's mouth distractions.
Mello paused, letting him continue.
"I'm bored and I want to have sex with you." Matt huffed out.
A completely fake look of hurt slid onto Mello's face. "Because you're bored? That's a little mean Matt, don't you think?"
"Shut up." His friend growled and tossed Mello onto his back. Matt straddled the other's hips and made slow, lasting motions with his hips. "You know you want it too."
A lustful moan escaped Mello's lips as Matt continued a steady rhythm. In a flash, the blonde grabbed Matt and pulled him down by his shirt, engulfing his mouth in a deep, stifling kiss.
As the two began to shed their clothes, Matt smiled impishly. At least I'm not bored anymore.