Cherry Stems
Ah, hello! I hope you like this because I'm really just spontaneously spewing this out onto paper (the screen). I don't often write Mello/Near stuff, but I hope that this is just a cute little one-shot for you guys to read.
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"Want to know something interesting?"
Near glanced up from the large book that sat on his lap and stared into the grinning face of Mello.
"No." The white haired boy went back to his book. The blonde haired teenager irritably puffed a strand of hair away from his eyes, and plopped down on the couch beside Near.
"Sure you do." Mello held out a white bowl full of red cherries. "Did you know that if you can tie a cherry stem with your tongue, it's supposed to mean that you're a great kisser?" Mello watched as Near raised a white eyebrow, and rolled his smoky grey eyes.
"That's ridiculous."
Mello bit into a dark red cherry; he ate the fruit, and then popped the stem back into his mouth. Near watched out of the corner of his eye as a large grin over took Mello's lips. From between the teenager's mouth slid a loosely tied cherry stem. He held it in front of Near's face. "Let's see you do that."
The white haired boy snatched a cherry from the bowl, "Like it could be that hard." The boy grumbled, popping the semi-bitter fruit into his mouth, and then the stem.
And found that he couldn't do it.
Near spat the green stem, untied, onto the floor. "So you have a freakish talent, good for you." Mello laughed loudly in victory. "But that doesn't say anything about your kissing talents." Mello's laughter stopped, and a glare settle onto his face. Near smirked as he returned to reading.
Near: 1
Mello: zip.
Mello's glare turned challenging. "Do you care to test them out?" He felt satisfaction purr deeply when he saw a fine blush powder over Near's pale face.
"Stop being an idiot." The white haired boy said, trying to stifle the hot blush that was spreading evenly over his cheeks and was beginning to heat the tips of his ears.
Mello smiled widely and leaned down beside the boy's ear. "Why? You afraid that you might like it?"
Near whipped his out-raged face around to glare. "Really Mello, stop being stupid!"
And then Mello kissed him.
At first, Near refused to do anything, but then something bubbled in the pit of his stomach, and he began to softly kiss back.
They began to delve deeper into the kiss as Near probed his tongue between Mello's lips. The teenager made an appreciative noise in the back of his throat, and began to trace the other boy's lips with his own hot tongue.
Both boys had been put to a stand-still, and they had just put their bodies on auto-pilot. But that didn't mean that they couldn't feel what was happening. Something told them that they needed this….whatever it was.
Mello broke apart and began to kiss Near's jaw line. They both panted heavily, and Near felt his fingers under Mello's shirt.
A loud clearing of the throat pulled both boys from the realm of preadolescent lust. Roger stood in the door way, wide-eyed.
Roger: 1000
Mello and Near: humiliation.
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Aw! Please tell me what you think. If you like it, then I've done my job. If you didn't…sorry.