A quick, little oneshot I whipped up in a couple hours. It's not my best work, and it's the first time I've written about this pairing, so please, be nice. Feedback would be lovely.
Happy Holidays & Merry Christmas to all!
Matt's POV, by the way.
Mello and Me.
Embraced, together, we sat enveloped in silence, with the exception to the crackling firewood amid the swaying tongues of fire confined in the fireplace. Together, we sat amongst the warmth. Our hands clasped. Moments like this were truly rare - and awfully special. And on a day like today – Christmas Day – such a moment could not be wasted. It just couldn't.
I heard him say my name, releasing it in a slow exhale. "…Matt."
We eased our bodies deeper against one another and cuddled, exchanging laughter and some body heat in the process. I felt the side of his face come against my shoulder, his cheek nuzzling ever-so-slightly. I looked down at him. His eyes closed for a moment.
"I've been waiting for this moment, Matt…For too long," Mello uttered to me lowly, meeting my eyes. "It's been too long."
"I know," I answered him.
I could never tell the color of his eyes – whether they were blue or a shade of green – but, in any case, their gaze had no cold glint about it. For once, his gaze was affectionate. He looked innocent, I dare say. And his hair – I loved his hair. So completely, totally, utterly, purely… golden. It fell onto his shoulders in gentle, tantalizing locks, tumbling in soft downpours, framing his handsome complexion. I couldn't stop staring at him, nor could I resist the urge to carry my fingers through his mane of hair. Tenderly, I stroked his scalp with my fingertips, opening my mouth to murmur, "You're beautiful."
Mello smiled. "It's just the lighting," he cracked.
I laughed. "No, seriously," I hushed him, feeling my smile begin to fade from my features. "You are." My mouth remained open even once my words had left me, and Mello kept his eyes fixed on my own. He expected me to continue. Subconsciously, I did, without having a clue as to what more there was to say. "I love you, but then again…"
I watched Mello's eyes widen. "…Then again?" he questioned hesitantly.
Nevertheless, I went on, taking Mello's shoulders in my hands. "…Then again, I feel like, 'I love you,' doesn't express how much I really do love you, Mello. It doesn't. Really. Three little words…they aren't enough." I shook my head. What was I saying? Words were leaving me absentmindedly. Was I even making sense? I sighed and clarified, making sure my words came out slow, clear... "No words can express how much I love you, Mello."
It went silent. I watched Mello's eyes droop a little at the edges, and his complexion returned to an innocence stare, as if I had hit a break through within him. He blinked, his mouth starting to form words.
"Really?"
I nodded.
At this, his lips formed a smile.
"Well, if words can't express..." he spoke in a whisper. His expression altered, especially in the character of his eyes. Although the affectionate warmth never vanished from neither his eyes nor his handsome face, his smile pulled at one corner of his mouth and became lopsided. It became... voluptuous. He shifted himself onto my lap, planted his perfectly shaped bottom atop my thighs, and placed his hands on top the gentle curve of my shoulders. It was only instinct to embrace him around his waistline and draw him close, to bring his chest against mine.
Mello smiled and finally finished his sentence.
"...Maybe this will."
I watched his eyelids fall.
His lips met mine.
Soft, smooth…faintly tainted with the flavor of rich chocolate.
Ecstasy did not hesitate to dominate our systems - overpower our sanity - and I found Mello's tongue massaging against my own. Even his saliva retained the flavor of chocolate.
It was delicious.
Mello was delicious.
With a groan, I hungrily thrusted my tongue forward, bringing my hands to cradle the sides of his face. I could feel his jaw working at the palms of my hands. I could feel his mouth opening wider, could feel his exhales exiting graciously. A noise of pleasure vibrated low in Mello's throat and rattled the very tips of my fingers, and I willingly echoed the pleasurous sound. Despite this, neither one of us spoke. We let the wet, obscene sounds of our love fill the silent atmosphere about us.
I felt overtaken. I knew we had only just begun - kissing, not even venturing into any other sphere of lovemaking.
Yet.
In any case, my sanity had departed from my brain in the span of a few moments, and I could no longer control my desires. I yearned. I craved for more of him. Overwhelmed by an indescribable wave of passion, my hands obtained a mind of their own, outstretching to grope and graze at Mello's enticing, sleeveless, leather vest. My fingers found the zipper, the hard bone and muscle of his exposed chest and stomach, the belt of his fitted, black pants...The band of his underwear.
"Uhnn…" I listened to him moan.
Mello mimicked my actions.
He tore at my black-and-white shirt. Soon, he gave up and slipped his hands beneath my shirt, pressing his palms into my chest. I surrendered to the cold touch of his hands and quivered, letting a groan shake its way from the base of my throat. Mello hushed me with a moan and gentle shake of his head, clamping his mouth against mine.
I couldn't breathe.
"Mmm!" my moan was muffled.
I writhed beneath his touch - his control - and tore my mouth free from our kiss. I took a moment to gasp for breath, inviting a rush of air into my lungs, only to find his chocolate-tainted lips hovering above my own. He teased me, grazing his lips against mine. Moisture flowed from above and flowed into my mouth, some along the length of my chin. My eyelids fluttered. Saliva. I watched it flow from his mouth and into mine. I accepted it, swallowing wetly. His hand slipped to the back of my head and collected a gentle fistful of my hair, tugging it tenderly. I moaned, leaning up suddenly to press my lips against his. We kissed – wetly, passionately. His tongue was uncontrollable. I didn't care. I pushed out low moans throughout this sloppy exchange of love, and he echoed me, groping me in places and ways indescribable.
I cringed. "M-Mello…Ahh'…God."
"Mmmm…Ohhh…"
He rubbed his member against my thigh, longing to catch sight of my own progressing erection. I could hide it no longer. I wouldn't. In one convulsive motion, I tore away my belt and undid the button of my jeans. Gently swaying my hips from one side to the other, I wriggled from my jeans and ended up clad in my boxers.
Mello's lips parted from mine. His gaze fell over my exposed legs. Mouth falling ajar – slightly – he brought a quivering hand along the length of one of my legs. He fingers across my thigh, caressing the curve, weaving his fingers into my underwear…
I shut my eyes. A cry left me.
Chest heaving, I dared to gaze up at him.
"Mello," his name left my lips in barely a voice at all, as if I had no strength to call him. "Uhnn'…Mercy."
He brought his hand to my cheek. He looked unsure, hesitant...
Remorseful.
I was right. He was. "I'm sorry," he uttered softly.
I shook my head.
We had never gone this far.
We had never dared one another to embark on something beyond kissing and groping.
It was hard.
I leaned my head back and exhaled.
Arms encircled my form. Mello lowered bare chest onto mine, and his tender lips pressed against my neck. Nearly forgetting, I slipped my arms around his slender frame and drew him into me. He uttered a noise, one that sounded like pain, but could easily pass for elation. He turned his face and kissed my lips. I returned.
"Merry Christmas, Mello." I paused and flashed a lopsided smile. I knew the following words were not enough to truly express my feelings for him, but they were all I could think of to speak to him now. "I love you."
And, all at once, his affectionate complexion returned with the amorous shade of his eyes and coy smile. I watched him kiss my cheek and utter a small chuckle beneath it, and then listened to him murmur in my ear, "Love you, too."
Review, please. Should I continue?
