[[A/N]] Someone made me aware that it's Thanksgiving in Canada today, so on behalf of all my Canadian fans, here's a little treat =]
Thanksgiving
Matt and Mello were sat in their stuffy room in a rundown motel. It was early in October and Mello was finding it difficult to concentrate. He had no chocolate.
"Matt," he said slowly.
"Mm," Matt replied not looking up from his computer.
"How many cigarettes do you have?"
Matt glanced down to the side of his laptop where two unopened packets of cigarettes lay.
"Enough. Why?"
"I need you to go to the store."
Matt sighed and stood up. "Fine," he said, and he left the room without saying another word.
Mello watched him out of the window as he turned the corner and smiled. Matt was going to have one hell of a surprise when he got back.
Almost an hour later, Matt returned to the motel. As he walked through the door, something was slipped over his eyes and tied, roughly. His hands were pulled being his back and handcuffed and he could feel something digging into the side of his head, the barrel of a gun.
'What the hell is Mello doing?' he thought to himself.
Mello lead the redhead to a chair and sat him down.
"Relax," Mello whispered seductively into the younger man's ear. "Everything's going to be fine."
"Easy for you to say," Matt replied. "You haven't got a gun pointed at your head."
Mello put down the gun and suddenly, Matt felt more nervous.
He felt Mello run his hand across the back of his shoulders and down his arm.
He felt Mello's hands work their way under his shirt and across his chest.
He felt Mello's breath on his skin.
He felt his blood pumping to places Mello shouldn't be making it go.
Mello stood up and sat on Matt's lap, straddling him. With one hand, he held Matt's face, with the other, he removed the blindfold.
"Happy Thanksgiving, Matt," He said, as he leaned into the redhead and kissed him tenderly on the lips.