Disclamer: I own nothing of Death Note. If I did all my favorite characters would've lived and Matt would've had more screen time. Ah well.
The Morning After
Mello yawned wearily as he became aware of the world around him. His head was still groggy from too much drinking the night before. What was he a Matt thinking? Neither one seemed to have any moderation, so neither one would ever think of telling the other that they'd had enough and it was time to call it a night.
Mello went to shift position from his back onto his side, but was held in place by a warm weight pressing his chest. He also became aware of the location of his hand resting on someone's smooth side that definitely wasn't his. Their soft hair, still smelling of cigarettes from the bar, cushioned his chin. What had he brought home from the bar? He could feel that he was stripped down to his boxers and that the blanket came just up to his waist, causing him to smile smugly to himself. Must've been a good night.
Slowly he opened his eyes and tilted his head to see which beauty he had chosen to grace his apartment. He was greeted by an all too familiar mop of red hair and surprise dawned on him, only to be replaced a split second later by an all too wicked grin as he instantly recognized his bed partner.
They had definitely had too much to drink last night. Mello sighed and slowly ran lazy tracks up and down Matt's side as he contemplated the best way to handle the current situation. He had no issues playing both sides of the field and did so on many occasions. Matt though, was straight as an arrow. Even though he rarely made passes at women, found most of them too high maintenance and bothersome to deal with, he also never hid the distaste whenever Mello had escapades of the same sex.
Mello laid his head back into the pillow and stared up at the ceiling. He was in no hurry for his friend to wake. This actually felt so very nice and he wanted to bask in this sensation as long as possible. Had actually yearned to have this closeness with Matt for so long, but knew the other wouldn't go for it. He had to satisfy himself with any excuse he could find to touch him. A friendly push while walking down the street, plopping down on the couch "accidently" too close and counting the seconds till the other shifted to create more space. The one arm around the neck that appeared to be a choke hold, but Mello viewed as a stolen hug as they were always jovial. And especially when he got Matt so riled up, stealing his video game controller and they'd end up wrestling on the floor for control of it.
Oh how he loved those moments. Craved more of them. Matt had been with him for so long he couldn't imagine him ever not being there. Matt knew everything about him and he in turn knew all that was Matt. If only he could have his best friend in other ways, there would be no need to explore bars on weekends, searching for a suitable human body that would possibly fill the empty space that he was missing by not having Matt.
But now, here at last, the moment he dreamed of and imagined so many times. Experimentally he hugged his friend tighter against him and was greeted by a soft grunt.
Mello froze, no please don't wake up, don't wake up. Not yet. He thought frantically.
No further movement other than steady breathing. Mello once again sighed and continued gently stroking the porcelain skin he had so longed to touch on many occasions. It's warmth against his own side filled his gut with knots and his friend's steady breath on his chest was slowly becoming the source of an issue in his boxers. A sly grin spread back across his lips. Closing his eyes he laid there soaking in all the sensations from his friend's closeness. Oh yes, he was going to have fun with this. He had waited far too long for this moment to let it go to waste.