Somehow, Matt wasn't entirely surprised that they'd only managed to return from their shopping trip with a pair of black leather stilettos and the ingredients for rum punch. Mello had never been very good at choosing what he needed over what he wanted.
What Mello needed was a pair of practical, puddle-proof rain boots, a good, waxed rain slicker, and something mildly nutritious to cook for dinner. But somehow, none of that had been acquired on their expedition to the various chain stores littered near the hotel they were lodged in.
Matt had known, just KNOWN, when he saw the black stilettos, that Mello would buy them. It was just such a Mello kind of thing, even if they were atrociously girly. In any case, Mello had promised Matt he would never wear them out in public, and Matt, far from being able to deny the blonde anything at all, had conceded that perhaps their money should indeed be spent on frivolous footwear.
Besides, he kind of had, oh, just a TINY fetish for men in heels. Well, more specifically, Mello dressed in heels. Not that Mello could ever, EVER know this, but that didn't mean Matt couldn't enjoy a little indulgence in secrecy.
Unfortunately, rum punch is not the best agent of secrecy, and before Matt knew it, he and Mello were sitting on the couch in front of the telly, both a little snookered, and Mello wearing those ridiculous, straps-all-over-the-place heels.
"Those…they look good on you" Matt managed to mumble, his face turning a little redder.
Mello glanced over at him somewhat drowsily. "hrm?"
"Those shoes…they make your legs look like….like, uh, you know…" Every metaphor Matt could think of somehow seemed totally inappropriate or inadequate. The best he could come up with was black licorice.
"So…you're saying you like my legs?"
"In those shoes. Wait, in those pants. And, uh, any other pants. Probably without pants, too" Matt could hear himself rambling, and wasn't quite drunk enough to not recoil a little in shock and horror at his own confession.
Mello's smile could've lit up a black hole. "Matt, you don't even want to know how long I've been waiting to hear you say that".
Matt was vaguely aware of the blood pulsing in his ears, and Mello's face getting bigger, which must mean he was getting closer…and then he felt light, cool hair fall forward and brush his cheek. "Mel…wha..what're you doing?"
"I'm kissing you, stupid"