AN: I was snowed in my house, and the only CD's not trapped outside in my car were Anna Nalick and my play practice CD. I felt like I should post something since I can't update any other stories until my laptop is fixed, and I also promised Matt'sUke(clearly, more for you. /gives chocolate bunny) some MxM loveydoveyness ^-^ Edwin beta'd this, but I made him leave the run-ons. I like them...

Warnings: Run-on sentences galore(but I like it that way), mildly depressing, vaguely described sex, YAOI (yayyy), and really it makes very little sense.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, except my happy ass's run on sentences. Chyea...

May he turn 21 on the base at Fort Bliss
Just today, he sat down to the flask in his fist,
Ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year.

Mello is definitely not all there, the smell of Goldenbarr heavy on his breath as he slurs something that could've been good boy go for a walk into the redhead's ear as he's being mounted, but Matt thinks he probably heard wrong.
They've been like this for awhile now, both of them, rather needy and hopeless, clinging to their vices, and of course each other.

Here in town you can tell he's been down for a while,
But my God it's so beautiful when the boy smiles,
Wanna hold him, maybe I'll just sing about it.

He's got this soft look about him tonight, one Matt hasn't seen since they were children, nervously curious about the human anatomy and the warm feelings caused by feather light touches. But Mello is no where near as innocent as he was five years ago; There's something in the way he carries himself, his attitude, and in all honesty, the way he dresses that makes it all so glaringly obvious to Matt that it's no wonder those goggles never leave his side. Though, he's no angel either, even if Mello would sometimes like to think otherwise. Like now for instance, when Matt is hovering over him, kissing him, being so frustratingly gentle the blond thinks he might just scream out of pure annoyance, but he doesn't. He won't, because no matter how much Mello thinks he doesn't need it, Matt knows he does.

Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table.
No one can find the rewind button boys,
So cradle your head in your hands

And somewhere in the confines of their lust hazed thoughts, the almost silent whisper of mine mine mine plays on loop.
It's selfish, and it's needy, and it's a damn good thing neither one of them cares, because that incessant phrase is the only thing keeping Mello from offing himself, and keeping Matt from offing them both. I'll stay, as long as I'm needed.

And breathe, just breathe,
Woah breathe, just breathe

AN: I love my new L keychain(and Matt'sUke)! xD That is all.
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