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Call Boy
"Matt! Get off your damn video games and get ready for work! At this rate, you'll be late!" Jessebell shouted from the bedroom, hoping she could capture Matt's attention.
Matt sighed heavily. Having a full-time job sucked, there was no such thing as twenty-four hour gaming marathons anymore, or anything else remotely fun. Whenever he had a day off Jessebell demanded his attention seeing as she was 'pregnant' (the woman was barely even showing!) and she 'missed him', even though they live together. "Alright," Matt frowned and turned off the gaming system, walking into the bathroom.
It had been a few months since Matt and Jessebell settled into their two-bedroom home, where one bedroom was currently unoccupied (but waiting for a little bundle of joy, assuredly). Matt had found a job as a member of the Geek Squad, an affiliate of Best Buy, and with his Bachelor's degree from college it was paying quite well. He got discounts on things he bought at Best Buy, and he was considering actually working part-time as a customer assistant just for shits and giggles, because people who were hopeless with computers made him laugh.
When Matt arrived at work, he immediately clocked in and pulled on his fancy little black vest and ID. He walked over to the Geek Squad's main desk, asking if there was anyone who had an appointment today. "Hey, Matt! You've only got one appointment today, so take it easy. Here's the address," The desk worker handed Matt a slip of paper with the transaction printed out on it.
"What's their problem?" Matt asked.
"They have the blue screen of death, you'll probably have to wipe their computer,"
"Shit," Matt muttered, "I have my work cut out for me. I'll get going on this one. See you,"
"Bye," The worker called, and Matt left to go help out their poor customer.
Matt arrived at a nice, homey-looking condo and knocked on the door. A blonde opened up the door, looking angry. "Hi, I'm from the Geek Squad, my name's Matt! Pleased to be helping you," Matt smiled wide and stuck out his hand to shake.
The blonde took the hand hesitantly, shaking it. "Yeah, just fix my damn computer. It's this way," Matt was led inside the house, into the living room and at a desk where a PC was located. "Oh, by the way, I'm Mello,"
"Nice to meet you, Mello," Matt smiled, and turned on the PC. "So, tell me exactly what happened to your computer when it first got the blue screen,"
"Well, I was just going to shut down the computer, and then all these numbers showed up-"
"What numbers?" Matt asked, intrigued.
"How the fuck am I supposed to know? It was like, zero's and one's."
"That was binary, dear," Matt laughed.
"How the fuck am I supposed to know that?" Mello growled.
"Have you tried printing anything lately?" Matt asked.
"No..." Mello said.
"Let's see..." Matt turned on the computer and opened up word, trying to print a plain paper. Out came a mess of what looked like computer spit up, typed out on the computer paper. "This is a message, written out in binary," Matt explained. "Do me a huge favor and run an anti-virus program while I decode this?" Matt asked.
"I'm not your lackey!" Mello said angrily.
"You're paying me by the hour," Matt said, unblinking with his goggles dangling from his neck.
Mello just huffed indignantly and ran the program, watching Matt decode the binary. He was separating groups of 8 numbers and then decoding them into characters. "Jesus, do all of you geeks know how to do this?" Mello asked, leaning on Matt for a better view.
"Nah, I'm just extra-special and decided to learn binary." Matt explained, smiling up at Mello.
Mello's cheeks burned slightly, turning a pink color. He immediately turned his face so it couldn't be seen until Matt turned around, back to the paper. "Apparently you've been hacked. I'll have to hold onto this and show it to the guys at work. For now, we'll need to check out your computer to see if the hacker left any traces." Matt explained.
"Are you going to take my computer?" Mello growled.
"Not at all. I just have to get into the deep depths of your HD and see if the hacker left any traces," Matt explained.
"...HD?" Mello asked, confused.
"Hard drive," Matt supplied.
"Right," Mello confirmed, trailing his hand across Matt's shoulders. 'Damn, he's cute. Is he single...?' "Do geeks ever get out and go on dates, and stuff?" Mello ventured, hoping this would get pushed in the right direction.
"Contrary to popular belief, a lot of geeks, nerds, whatever you want to call them, have girlfriends or significant others." Matt supplied.
"Are you one of them?" Mello asked, begging for a no.
"Actually, I just got married a couple weeks ago," Matt answered.
'Damn! Go for it anyway, you're hot!' Mello cheered himself on. "Is she attractive?" Mello asked.
"I would show you, but I don't have any photos of us on me," Matt answered, avoiding the initial question.
"What kind of husband doesn't keep a photo of his wife with him?" Mello laughed. "Take off your ring and someone would think you're completely single,"
Matt smiled and went back to work, while Mello stood behind him, placing his hands on Matt's shoulders, sliding them around in a somewhat sensual motion. 'Don't freak out, don't freak out...' Mello begged.
"Umm, what are you doing?" Matt asked, turning around.
"You don't like it?" Mello asked, pouting in a cute way.
"Oh, n-no, it's nice... It's just... I don't know," Matt stuttered, his face going bright red.
Matt finished his work, happily humming to himself as he tried to ignore the sexual tension that was quickly growing in the room (as well as the uncomfortable feeling that was slowly intensifying in his pants). "Well, I'm all done here! Here's our card, and this is my personal extension at work if you ever have any trouble again. I just need you to sign... Oh fuck, I left it in the car. I'll be right back," Matt muttered.
He returned with a clipboard, which Mello signed and put his signature where it was needed. Matt left the house with a smile, which Mello tentatively returned.
As Matt drove to work, and then home, he contemplated the job he had just done. 'What the Hell was that? I was getting mind-fucked - by a guy no less - he looked like a girl though, with that hair... and I... liked it... Jesus Christ, hopefully I'm just sex-starved. Yeah, that's it. Hopefully Jessebell will be in the mood, cus if not, me and my right hand are going to become great friends again tonight...'
"Welcome home, darling!" Jessebell called, hugging Matt tightly as he returned from work.
"What's got you in such a good mood?" Matt asked, somewhat surprised as he pulled his goggles over his eyes.
"Those damn goggles again," Jessebell growled, turning away and pouting.
'Damn, talk about 'Miss Bipolar'... Like that song! 'I just want to go out tonight, I'm too tired to put up a fight. The best part of fighting is the make up sex...' Only she doesn't like make-up sex. Tried once... Not pretty.'
"What's wrong with my goggles?" Matt frowned.
"They hide your eyes, and mess up your hair," Jessebell said.
"I wear them for a reason," Matt growled, and stalked off.
'Why was I such an ass just now...?' But Matt just couldn't find a good answer.
The next morning dawned dry and cold, the sky grey and swirled with clouds, like dreary frosting. Matt woke up next to Jessebell, wrapped in blankets and sheets, his exposed shoulders chilled by the air. His wife lay sleeping calmly, her body curled, her face turned away from the redhead. With a sigh, Matt swung his legs out of bed and slapped a palm on the alarm clock on the bedside table, ignoring Jessebell's murmured complaint. Then he dug in his closet, and picked through all of Jesse's clothes, finding a pair of simple jeans and his favorite stripped shirt, one his wife didn't like him wearing. He remembered when he wore it almost everyday, when he spent his days sleeping and hacking and pwning n00bs.
Running a hand through his hair, Matt moved towards the bathroom, glancing at his disheveled reflection and smiling. He was not in the mood to fix that. Instead he pulled his Game Boy out of a drawer in the bedroom and went into the kitchen, where he sat playing until moments before he had to leave for work.
When he moved up to the Geek Squad desk, Matt was greeted by his coworker, Samuel. "You have another appointment today." Sam told Matt. "Asked specifically for you." The brunette shrugged.
Matt nodded, taking the slip of paper from the desk worker. His eyebrows rose when he read the address written across it. It was the same building he'd visited yesterday, the one with the... blue screen of death. His cheeks lit up as he nodded at Sam, trying to smile, and left.
Stepping back into the condo was awkward, to say the least. Mello was smiling subtly, a predatory gleam in his sharp blue eyes. He was wrapped in skin tight leather, instead of the casual jeans he was wearing yesterday. Matt swallowed. "So... er... what seems to be the problem?" He asked, looking over at the computer sitting on Mello's desk.
"I was trying to use it this morning, and the screen got fucked up." Mello waved a hand at the green and blue tinged screen, it's colours obviously off. He was still watching Matt, that small smile playing at his lips.
Matt stepped up to the PC, instantly seeing the problem. It was merely the resolution settings, an easy problem that could have been remedied over the phone. He right clicked the screen, went into programs and found the correct resolution. He was done in less than a minute. As he stood, bent over the desk, he felt Mello's breath on the back of his neck, the blonde's hand resting a centimeter away from Matt's own. Matt backed away from the desk quickly, finding the close quarters suffocating. Mello had a way of instantly making Matt feel warmer than was comfortable, of twisting his stomach in ways married men's innards shouldn't bend.
"You done?" Matt jumped as Mello's voice sounded right next to his ear.
"Yeah, yeah. It was just your resolution, it... er... I don't know what you did..." His cheeks burned when he turned around and bumped his nose on Mello's chin. He was so close.
"I didn't do anything." Mello raised his thin eyebrows, running his hand along Matt's forearm and sounding offended.
"It's pretty hard to mess up your resolution by accident." Matt backed into the desk, his body reacting in ways he did not want. He didn't try to push Mello away as he stretched a hand along the redhead's back.
"I assure you, it was unintentional." Mello purred, pulling Matt flush against him.
Matt nodded, a lump in his throat blocking any words he might have wanted to utter. He was stuck; literally and figuratively. When Mello leaned in and closed the gap between their lips, he didn't resist. Jessebell had never made him feel anything like this, and here was some stranger running his hands along Matt's back and the redhead was letting him. The kiss ended as soon as Mello pulled away to breathe, releasing Matt and watching with a satisfied smirk as the other man leaned against the desk, breathing uneven and his expression one of shock.
The blonde then left for the kitchen, leaving a flustered and furiously blushing Matt to gather as much of his composure as he could. Then, in an unusually high voice, Matt called into the next room. "What was that?" He brushed off his Geek Squad vest, all thoughts of Jessebell pushed out of his mind. Mello sure did look good in leather. And the blonde knew how to kiss.
Mello came back out, clutching a chocolate bar in his long fingers. "Whatever you want it to be." He responded, reaching out to touch one of Matt's scarlet brushed cheeks and snapping off a piece of chocolate.
Matt lifted his own hand and gently removed Mello's fingers, confusion playing games with his head. "I'm married." He told the other, his voice self assured.
Mello stepped closer and wrapped his fingers into Matt's, another one of those smiles pulling at the corners of his lips.
The redhead looked down at their entwined digits and repeated himself. "I'm married." His voice broke near the end as Mello placed a chaste kiss on Matt's exposed collar bone. "I'm married." This time the statement was softer, the conviction draining with each syllable. "I'm married." Matt whispered, his voice draining away as Mello nipped his neck, and he tilted his head to give the blonde more access. He ran the fingers on his free hand through the other's hair, giving in as Mello pulled him closer and the other man's lips sought his own again.
Suddenly, Matt and Mello both jumped as a loud ringing filled the room, it's source the cell phone in Matt's pocket. He reached for it, blushing furiously as Mello rested his hands on the redhead's slender hips and listened in."Hello?" Matt's blush deepened as he realized how out of breath he sounded.
"Are you done yet? You have another appointment. I can push it back if you need more time." It was Sam.
"Er... no, no, that's fine. Thanks Sam. Yeah. Bye." Matt looked up at Mello, his eyes wide."I have to go now." He squeaked.
Mello couldn't help thinking he looked abso-fucking-lutely adorable. He also felt a certain amount of pride at scoring a married 'straight' guy. "I understand."
Matt nodded quickly and rushed out of the condo, shaking his head. He got so caught up in the moment, he'd cheated on Jessebell; and with a guy, no less! But Matt couldn't suppress the thought that it had been the best... make out... session he'd ever had.
When he arrived back at the store, Sam gave him the address to his next appointment with a strange expression on his face. Matt took the slip of paper and hurried off, racing everywhere and doing all of his work quickly in an attempt to shake off the feeling of Mello's lips on his skin. When he opened the door to his flashy red Camaro and slid into the driver's seat, he almost choked. In the rear view mirror, clear as day, he could see a small bruise on the side of his neck. A hickey.
Immediately, Matt began to panic. He pulled out his phone and quickly went on the internet, searching 'how to hide a hickey'. He needed ice! Matt sped down to the local CVS, determined to get some concealer and... a toothbrush and a cold compress, apparently. He sighed and parked in the parking lot, locking the car out of habit. He shrugged out of his work vest as he walked, holding it in his arms. Matt went into the health care and hygiene aisle, and grabbed a soft bristle toothbrush, as the article had demanded, and a cold compress. He walked over to the makeup aisle, trying to find green tinted (apparently it's designed to negate red skin tones) concealer in his skin tone.
He grabbed one of the lightest ones there, and got rang up at the front. The cashier gave him a knowing look, to which Matt responded with a glare. He rushed back out to the car, ready to follow the article's directions. Okay, brush the toothbrush on the hickey for a few seconds in a circular motion... check. Then, immediately - ohfuckgetitonthere! - apply the cold compress to the hickey for ten minutes. Matt sighed, angling his neck so it was captured between his head and shoulder, going into the glove box for his emergency gameboy. He sat there, playing, until the ten minutes were up.
Then he removed the cold compress - wow, it did look kind of smaller and less red... but it was still big and glaring. He took the concealer and rubbed it on the hickey and the surrounding area, trying to make it look natural. Matt swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing, and went to throw away the toothbrush and cold compress. He held onto the concealer, stuffing it in his pocket carefully.
He drove the Camaro home, terribly nervous about what Jessebell might notice - who was he kidding? She was an idiot compared to him. Her IQ was average - barely. She was one of those prep girls in high school, apparently. Matt was the quiet boy who toyed with his laptop before class. He pulled into their small garage, caressing his car slightly as he left the vehicle. When he got in the house he was assaulted by a barrage of kisses. Matt pushed Jessebell off of him, disgusted by the feel of her lips all over his cheeks - he had to be careful about his... his... Matt couldn't bare to even think the word in her presence. But he had to keep her away from his neck.
"Jessebell, I'm not feeling too well," Matt fibbed, jutting a lower lip out.
"Aww, my poor baby, do you want soup for dinner?" Jessebell cooed, pressing a hand to Matt's forehead. He slapped it away somewhat angrily, retreating to the bedroom.
"I'm going to take a nap, I'm sorry for being so moody, but I really don't feel good," Matt lied, retreating to their bedroom. Jessebell, dejected, went to the kitchen to start dinner.
Matt flopped on the bed, wriggling under the covers. "What the fuck is wrong with me...?" He wondered aloud, muttering quietly to himself. 'It was just a mistake - a horribly delicious mistake, that will not happen again. Case closed. And what the hell was up with that, messing up his resolution like that? Was it on purpose...? But what would that serve as? An opportunity to prey on me?' Matt scoffed at the idea. 'Either way, I need to hide this fucking... ugh. Fuck you, Mello...' Matt cursed, blushing at the implications of his thoughts.
He wrapped himself up in the sheets, kicking off the comforter, and attempted to get relaxed. As long as he went to the bathroom before dinner, it was okay. It turned out no worry was necessary, because dinner went smoothly, and Jessebell didn't notice a thing. They went to bed together, and Matt used his 'illness' as an opportunity to lie as far away from Jessebell as possible.
However, breakfast wasn't nearly as smooth. "Matt, what is that on your throat?" Jessebell asked, getting closer to inspect his neck.
Matt froze. Fuck fuck fuck! She noticed! 'Calm down, and don't you dare say you got hit by a mother fucking doorknob... Be more clever!' Matt took a discreet deep breath, calming himself enough to explain. "Oh, we were renovating in the back at work, and Sam hit me with a pole! Can you believe it?" Matt said, laughing slightly awkwardly.
"Wow, my poor dear, sick and injured! You simply must stay home from work today," Jessebell insisted.
"No, I have to go in to work, babe, don't be ridiculous. I love you, I've got to get going now," Matt said, waving to Jessebell as he left the house.
He released a large breath he was holding. Safe, he's safe... For now.
