A/N: So I got this idea after seeing a picture, that I'm attaching to the story. I hope you like it. Enjoy :)

I opened the door to our apartment and immediately spotted Matt sprawled on the couch, completely entranced by some game, surprise. I sauntered in, picking up the chocolate bar I left sitting on the table by the door for when I returned.

The door closed, not particularly quiet, behind me. Matt didn't even flinch. Damn he must be at a good part or something, he is so zoned.

As I entered farther in, I noticed Matt was playing in just his boxers- oh and his orange goggles glued to his face. He has such a cute butt. I couldn't help it. I've had a crush on Matt since Wammy's. I could never tell him though. He was completely straight and it would just make things weird between us. I suspect we don't have much time left for that anyway...

And just to clear things up, its not like I'm gay, I really don't have a sexual orientation, I just find someone cute, guy or chick. I will admit though, gay sex is sooo much better! So many more options and guys know exactly how to get another guy going.

Moving on, I noticed he was in his boxers and his usual red striped shirt and baggy jeans were tossed on the floor next to him. I smirked, and I'm not gonna lie, it even felt like an evil smirk. But I couldn't resist. I moved over to the clothes, careful not to draw Matt's attention, not that I really had to worry much, but I grabbed his clothes and began changing.

I took everything off from my boots to my rosary and left them in a pile on the floor near where Matt's once were. I replaced them with Matt's clothing.

I coughed once my wardrobe was complete to get his attention.

"Matt!" I yelled, after becoming frustrated that the cough wasn't enough to bring the gamer out of his trance. He finally looked up.

"Oh hey, Mello." He replied simply as his eyes went back down to his game. I felt a glare forming on my face at the lack of response when, double take. Yes! "What the-" He didn't finish and I suspected it was because he was literally at a loss for words. I couldn't help but start giggling.

Matt sat up and began to examine me, a smile now forming on his face. He paid more attention to my neck/chest/shoulder area, probably because my right shoulder was exposed. My shoulders were much smaller than Matt's so his shirt sort of slung off half my torso.

I guessed it made me look even more feminine than usual. And I knew that was what he was thinking considering he had made fun of me for looking so girly ever since we were kids. But he was the only person who would ever get away with it, and he respected that privilege mostly by not saying anything in public or in front of the other kids.

"You look great, Mells!" He said with a deep chuckle. My stomach fluttered at the sound. I stuck my nose up in the air and put my hands on my hips and gave the sassiest look I could muster and replied;

"I know!"

He laughed even more, then his gaze trailed to my pile of clothes and he smirked. My face dropped, uh oh.

He grabbed my black leather pants and began pulling them on, and I couldn't help but laugh so hard at the difficulties he was having with the tight leather.

"Laugh it up, asshat!" He breathed as he seemed to have finally gotten my pants up and began doing the belt and tying the laces at the front. The name calling just caused me to laugh harder. We had always gone back and forth with stupid name calling, it was just something fun we did. Of course, I couldn't retort right now on account of how hard I was laughing.

Matt was now onto struggling to pull my skin tight shirt over his head. The pants seemed to fit alright, except they were sitting low on his hips, but I guess that's as far as he could get them pulled up.

He finally got my shirt on, which looked kind of stretched from his wider-than-mine shoulders and I grimaced at the thought but the damage was done so I just shrugged it off. The shirt sat high on his stomach, just below his navel. The shirt and and pants were making the perfect frame for the artwork that was the beautiful 'V' shape his body made leading down to, no doubt, a fabulous treasure.

He had finished slipping on my gloves and rosary and his eyes fell back on me. I looked up into his eyes and realized I had been caught staring at the wonderful view my clothes were framing for me. I could feel my face getting hot at the fact I had been caught and the look Matt was giving me about it was not helping. But I quickly came up with a cover.

I smiled seductively, and jokingly, and stepped closer to him. "Damn! You look good in that tight leather, baby." I winked and weaved my fingers into the laces at his crotch and pulled him in closer. I was just playing around, even though I did enjoy it. But his face began turning an incredibly cute shade of pink. My stomach fluttered at the thoughts. Why is he blushing? Does he like me? Does he like this close contact? Oh my god!

I forced myself to pull away, before it either got awkward or I couldn't control myself anymore-both equally as bad. I looked at him, his face still slightly pink and eyes wide. I knew I had to fix this. A smirk quickly crept back onto my face and his expression became confused.

"I think I look absolutely fabulous in this wardrobe, don't ya think, Matty?" I said, cheekily with a purpose tone of anticipation. Matt just nodded, obviously still really confused and unmoving. "But-" I continued, "I think its missing something." I smirked evilly as I eyed his orange goggles.

A look of pure terror immediately fell on his face and it only made me smile harder. "No." He said simply shaking his head and taking a few steps back.

"Give them to me, Matt." My smile huge at his discomfort. I took a few steps forward, towards him.

"Nuh uh!" He exclaimed, shaking his head harder, and continuing to step backwards away from me. I sighed. And tackled him and he let out a high pitch squeak which I laughed hard at, and his hands came up to defensively grip his goggles. "You're not getting them!" He cried, trying to squirm away from me. I just laughed. Although I was slightly smaller than Matt, I was stronger.

I managed to get his arms pinned with my knees, straddling him. I put my hands on my hips in a triumphant pose and looked down at his despaired, broken face. I tore the orange frames from his face and placed them on my own. I quickly realized I couldn't even see with them on so I lifted them and rested them against my forehead.

I knew he wasn't that torn up about losing his goggles. He had gone without them before, and he knew I would take care of them, infact, I was probably the only person he would really ever trust with his goggles.

I hopped off him and strutted around him, triumphantly. He climbed to his feet and gave a sad, defeated look. But it didn't last long. I knew he couldn't stay mad at me. He reached an arm behind him and began scratching his back. I knew my shirt was bugging him. That thing took a while to get use to, even for me so I knew Matt was going through hell.

I couldn't help but laugh at his struggles.

A/N: I was originally gonna turn this into a nice yaoi story, but I kinda liked it as is. But I might add another chapter, adding a nice M rated scene. Let me know what you guys think and maybe I will!

-Carter