AN: Hello!
So, i've had multiple fanfic ideas for various things (TMI, Deathnote, Naruto being the main ones) and i've yet to decide what to go ahead with! I'm struggling for some, but I wanted to get something up on here just for a nudge for me, really. This one's been lying around for a while (and i dont think it has an ending, yet!). I think I have a thing for long intro's - im not that good with jumping into action on the first chapter, so the first few will probably be just getting used to Matt and Mel in their (completely un-deathnote related) life.
On that note - I OWN NOTHING! and will continue to own nothing. Matt and Mello belong to the creators of DeathNote - we all know that, right? Good!
~Thanks!
Mello.
I shifted my Macbook from the desk and slipped it into it's case, setting it on the side along with my jacket. After collecting any papers that I might have needed from my desk, I placed them inside a folder and placed that on the side too. Once sure that my office was cleaned and ready for tomorrow, I flicked off the lights, collected my things from the side and left, locking the door behind me.
"You're finishin' up late" Greg, the janitor, offered me a wave and a smile. "Hard case?"
"New one" I voiced. "Trying to get a head start" He nodded in appreciation. He'd worked here longer than I had and knew how things worked.
"Good luck with that" He paused his mopping and rested his arms on the pole. "Havin' a good night in with the fella?" I grinned at that, nodded my head and blushed like a schoolboy. "Awh, four years an' he still has ya' goin' all red" I shook my head, hoping the air would cool it down. "Safe trip home then, yeah? That bike o' yours is rattling again – you should get it checked"
"Will do, Greg" I gave him another wave as I headed towards the stairs. "Say hi to the family for me"
Greg was right; the bike was rattling again. I made a mental note to take it to the garage or let Matt look at it for me – he was good like that. It was only a twenty minute drive back to our apartment.
Unlocking the front door, I stepped inside, tossed my keys into the small dish on the side and placed my helmet on its shelf.
"Matt!" I called, instantly checking the living room, the first door off the small corridor. The thought that maybe he'd gone to bed already crossed my mind, so I turned with the aim of heading to the bedroom, but I was attacked from behind.
Something, (cough, Matt, cough) jumped onto my back, legs just about managing to wrap around my waist before I lost balance. I flung myself back to counterbalance the force, two skinny arms wrapping around my chest.
"Ah you're home!" He breathed, my hair shifting on my neck. "I missed you"
"I missed you too, lover"
"Oooh, we're complimenting" He chuckled and I felt him kiss my neck, then nibble my ear. "What are you after? Sex?"
"Now that you mention it, my bike's playing up again and I'd like you to take a look, when you have a minute"
"Can I look at other things?" Matt's bare foot shifted around until it had a good position near my crotch. His balance toppled and he chuckled, his hands reaching for the doorframe to balance himself. His legs slipped from my waist, his arms instantly around my neck as I seized the opportunity and spun to face him. I gripped his waist. It was feeling bony and thin again. Too skinny. And there I was thinking we'd made progress.
"Did you have lunch?"
"Worked through it" Matt gave a shrug and nudged his body closer to me. "You?"
"I had a sandwich; have you had tea yet?" His guilty face told me everything. "Matt" I scolded.
"I was waiting for you!" He defended. "Honest"
"No you weren't" I kissed his head nonetheless and passed him, shuffling towards the kitchen and taking my shoes off as I did. I flung them to the other end of the corridor by the door before I continued on into the kitchen to check the freezer. "How does lasagne sound?"
"It sounds great, but it takes too long" Matt came up behind me slid his hands around my waist, untucking my shirt and unbuckling my belt.
"Then...Spaghetti?"
"Mel, I'm not hungry – I wanna' do something else" I spun away from him and gripped his hands. "I'm not slipping" He mumbled, leaning closer and stealing a kiss. We stared at each other for a few seconds before he sighed in defeat. "Fine; is there any ice-cream? I fancy ice-cream" I released his arms and raided the freezer.
"Ben and Jerry's?"
"Only the best!" Matt grabbed two large spoons and pulled me into the living room, pushing me onto the sofa before straddling me, taking the ice cream off me and putting it on the coffee table behind him.
"Are you just horny, or something? You're not high, are you?"
"Mel I don't do drugs" He nipped my neck again and reached his cold fingers under my shirt. "I missed you today. You weren't here when I woke up and it's been a very long day" I pulled him closer in response and he began unbuttoning my shirt buttons. "How was work?"
"I got a new case today" I told him, wriggling out of my shirt before pulling his off within seconds. He grinned, his green eyes dancing with excitement. I settled him down and took the ice cream and the spoon. He whined in response, but seemed to like it when I fed him small spoonfuls.
"What's the case?" He said around the ice cream, taking up the other spoon, scooping it in the tub and hovering it near my mouth.
"You know I can't talk about it; client confidentiality" I took the spoon in my mouth and licked off the ice cream. Matt pouted. "I can't bend the rules" I reminded him.
"Does this mean you'll be working more hours?" He asked, accepting another incoming spoon of ice cream.
"Maybe" I shrugged. "Not sure yet; I don't know how big it's going to be"
"Big, huh?" Matt began grinding his lower half over mine; I couldn't help a groan. "I guess all lawyers think they're big-shots"
"Ouch" I frowned with mock hurt. "And I suppose all gamers think they're superheroes?"
"I am a superhero" Matt smiled and wriggled on top of me, taking another spoon of ice cream that I offered him. "y'ush'd'no'it"
"What was that?" I laughed, setting the ice cream on the coffee table and quickly dipping in for a kiss. I'm sure I got some ice cream, too. "I love you"
"I didn't say that; but I love you too" Matt swung his arms up and stretched. "Now I'm cold" He moaned, dropping his hands onto my bare chest. "Warm me up, Melly" He mocked the 'beam me up, scotty' from that darn tv series and slipped away from the sofa. "I'll be in the bedroom freezing my ass off until you feel like heating me up a little" His disappeared around the corner and I heard rustling. His jeans were tossed from his unseen place in the corridor and into the living room, flopping on the back of the couch where I was sat. "Jeans are off!" He called playfully. "Sock one..." He drew out slowly, followed by a sock-ball flying into the room. "Off!" I grinned. "Sock two is lonely in the corridor" I shook my head at his antics; he probably missed the shot into the living room as he closed in on the bedroom. "Underpants..." He began suggestively; I sat up slowly, trying to stop the blood rushing to my lower regions. "Are..." I bit my lip and unbuckled my belt fully, slipping them from their loops on my trousers and following Matt's voice into the corridor. "Off!" He called. His underpants were placed outside the bedroom door, the door open slightly. I pushed it open fully, stepped in, and closed it behind me.
"Damn..." Matt breathed, running his eyes over me. "You hit the gym again?" I grinned at him and walked over to the bed. "No!" He held his hands out in protest.
"You're naked" I stated. "On our bed" My eyebrows rose. "Why are you stopping me?"
"I got you here" He grinned, flopping his skinny arms to the bed and wriggling backwards to the pillow. "Now I want you to do something for me"
"I'll fuck you senseless if you'll let me in the damn bed" I frowned.
"Touchy touchy" Matt leaned forwards a little, flicking off the main light from the switch by the bed and blanketing us in darkness. The table light next to him lit up the room in a warm glow. "Either you pounce on me like you plan to..." I twitched, ready to do as he said. "...and get my freezing cold self all over your very hot body" The thought sent chills down my spine. "OR" He held up a hand. "You warm me up before you get to me" His eyebrows wiggled suggestively.
"That's-" I was about to say 'impossible' but the idea struck me seconds later."But there's just the pants" I hooked my fingers under the waistline of my trousers and tugged a little. "It won't work properly" Matt groaned.
"I'm horny!" He whined. "Just get it over with so you can warm me up and we can get all sweaty and cuddly, ok?" It could've taken a few seconds for me to reach him, strip-teasing my way right over to the bed. I made it last longer than necessary, enjoying his hungry gaze on my body before he finally gave in and yanked me down onto the bed. "You shouldn't be a lawyer" He moaned, his legs around my waist as he pulled me closer to him.
"Why?" I slipped my hand down his chest and towards his groin. His hips bucked in encouragement.
"Because...ah!" He gripped me closer and I took it as a sign to continue. "Fuck..." He muttered. "I would have a smart-ass comment, but mmmf" He wriggled under my touch and I kissed his lips, slipping my tongue in and out. "Nevermind" He muttered, pulling me against him and flipping us over; I'd let him top, if only because he'd been waiting all day, the moron.