Okay, here's the dealio, you lovely readers, you. Radio, as it is here, is going to remain rated T. I will, however, be writing a separately published M chapter to be called "Radio Implies." If you aren't into the more hardcore stuff and choose not to read it, it won't affect the story as published here.

Anyway I wanted to make this a short note, but I have to say I was ecstatic with the response to chapter one. So thank you to everyone who read and reviewed. Your reviews made me so happy. SOO HAPPY. Words cannot describe, my friends, words cannot describe. Maybe a happy Pocky dance can.

Sorry, last thing: I apologize about the formatting for Matt and Mello's note-passing in the first chapter. I used punctuation marks the site doesn't recognize, so it just left them out and I didn't notice during my final editing.

This chapter's song:

She's Only 18 by the Red Hot Chili Peppers

"Mr. Keehl, please take your seat." Matsuda had taken a tip from a more experienced teacher to call students Mr. or Miss, thinking it might make them listen better.

Mello, considering himself no ordinary student, ignored his "educator" and continued to stare lazily out the window.

"Mr. Keehl." Nothing. "Come onnn!" The teacher almost whined, then sloppily regained a little composure. He inhaled deeply. "Would you please be seated?" Touta was lately having a tough time sounding superior and was quickly approaching the end of his abnormally short rope with the unmoving teenager. "MELLO!" The lack of response felt like a slap in the face. "MIHAEL! SIT YOUR A—" Fortunately for Mr. Matsuda, he caught himself. Unfortunately for Sir Impatience Personified, he had just made his biggest mistake yet.

Mello's head whipped around to face the teacher, death stare on full power. Matsuda's face paled. "Mr. Keehl" reached into his jacket in a way that might suggest…

Half the class was frozen, the other half asleep.

When the blonde produced a bar of chocolate, several boys and girls relaxed, stifling giggles. A resounding crack, metaphorically serving the same purpose as a gunshot, was heard as the boy snapped of a chunk of candy and left the room, muttering something about not suggesting he repeat "that goddamn name one more fucking time."

Matt had ashamedly looked up with interest at the first mention of Mello's name, and he was, frankly, slightly terrified. As Kana said, socially apt was more accurate than friendly as far as describing his new acquaintance. All the same, he didn't care. The death stare had been, while utterly violent and horrifying, sort of…sexy.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck no.

It was getting considerably harder for Matt to deny his attraction to Mello. But he tried. Oh, how he tried.

Well, he looks like a girl, doesn't he? Yeah, some people think he is one. That's okay, isn't it? It's not like I like him, I mean the way I think he's attractive is because he's feminine, isn't it? Long hair, slim waist, tight clothes, his hips swing a little…

"Matt. Matt! Hey Matt, you okay?"

Matt broke from his internal-conflict-induced trance and answered Kana as best he could. "Huh?"

"You sounded like you might be hyperventilating or something. What's up?"

"Oh, nothing."

"Matt…you're blushing. Come on." Kana jabbed him playfully in the shoulder. "Were you thinking about someone?"

"Hm? No. No. Absolutely not. Nobody. Nothings up here. Nope, not in my brain. No one at all. Not anyone, that's for sure. Nope…"

"Matt. Shut up."

"Right."

- - -

"Looks like someone's cooled off," Matt joked as Mello seated himself at the nearly empty lunch table beside Matt.

"Hmph."

Matt refocused his attention on the little illuminated race taking place beneath his thumbs. He could worry about Mello in three minutes when MATTJ-7832pts became something more along the lines of MATTMASTA-8954pts.

"Ow, Mello, that hurt!"

"Ah, that got your attention." Mello laughed. "I've only said your name about fifteen thousand times."

Matt rubbed his shoulder. "What's so important that you felt the need to throw your fist into this?"

"Oh, no, it's not like that. I just think it's funny when you're in pain." Mello received an incredulous look. He smirked before saying, "Actually I just thought we should go to the Amane girl's party tonight. It'll be good for your…awkwardness."

"You can't be serious."

"Serious as the trouble I'm gonna give Matsu."

"Mello, it's Tuesday. Plus I don't dance, especially to that shit they always play." Matt kept his eyes carefully fixed to the table, away from the blonde's pretty face as to delay its inescapable victory in the disagreement.

"She mostly just likes funk, rock, and punk. And don't discriminate against days of the week; it hurts their feelings. It's not like you wouldn't be up until three screwing Mario anyway. We're going."

"You ass."

"Yes, I have a nice one, don't I…"

- - -

"Kana," Matt said after his friend finally picked up her phone.

"Hey, how's it going?"

"It's…okay. I'm supposed to go to this party thing with Mello, and…and I just don't really know what do to. Or...what…to wear." The last words killed Matt a little inside.

"A party? With Mello? No way. That's so great I'msoexcitedforyouohmygodthat'ssogreatandawesomeareyougonnahookupwithhimdoyoulikehimIthoughtyouhatedpartieshowdidhegetyoutogoIshouldaskhimaboutthat—"

"Kana. What. Do. I. Do."

"Huh? Oh right. Well I guess you should wear what you normally do as long as it's clean, only because I know you don't have anything but stripes. Hmm…as far as what to do. First, right now, reach into your right back jeans pocket. Close your hand. Take your hand out of your pocket. Open it over a table."

Matt's DS fell to the kitchen counter.

"Now, Matt. I'm going to ask you to do something I know you won't like."

"What's that?"

"Walk away." There was a restrained whine on the redhead's side of the line. "Don't touch the game. Don't touch it until the party is over. It will be there, just where you left it, when you get back home. Leave it, and leave the Gameboy, and leave the PSP. I promise they'll all still love you even if you leave them alone for a whole four hours."

"But…" Matt knew it was useless.

- - -

"JEEVAS! Get your skinny ass out here!"

Matt peered out the kitchen window, wondering how Mello knew his last name, to see the leather clad boy sitting sideways impatiently on a motorcycle, shiny helmet in arm, usually smooth hair windblown and so…The redhead shook his head to clear it.

A motorcycle? Is that even legal? He only could have gotten his license this year, right?

Matt decided not to care. Motorcycles were damn cool. He headed out, yelling something to his parents (if they were even home) about going to some…uh…study group that met until quite late in the evening and he'd be back when they were sleeping. There might have been an arguing reply, but no one was around to hear it.

Mello stood to greet the striped teenager.

"Oh, I thought you'd take those off. Huh. It's okay though, they're fun." The blonde yanked down the tinted goggles to hang loosely around a slim neck. "Yeah, I like that. And wear this." Matt was handed a fluorescent-orange motorcycle helmet which received a grimace. "Come on, Matt. It does its purpose. Get on." Mello straddled the bike and motioned for the other to join him. "You'll need to hold on to me. Unless you'd rather fall off. In that case, you'll need more than a helmet." He laughed amusedly at Matt's hesitance before reaching back for stripe covered arms and bringing them to wrap around his middle.

Matt's heart raced right along with the small vehicle as he was painfully aware of the physical contact. Mello was so warm, and his every breath could be felt by the boy sitting directly behind him, pressed to his back. And he smelled so good, like a mixture of sweetness and danger. And just a hint of chocolate.

- - -

The music was nearly deafening. At least it wasn't bad. The DJ seemed to be enjoying himself, bouncing to the sounds with one hand holding his headphones up to his head and the other playing with little white cubes. One to the stack, one in his mouth, one to the stack, one to his mouth…

"Dance, Matt," Mello said before jamming himself into the middle of the swaying, touching mass of bodies.

If by "dance," Mello had meant "go find a shadowed couch to sit on and don't socialize at all, just be really, really awkward, and also go drink a good amount of that totally unsuspicious punch with some empty glass bottles lying around it," Matt had done exactly what was asked of him.

"Matt. Up." A certain pair of gloved hands yanked Matt over to where everyone was dancing. "Dance with me. The song's a good one."

Matt stared stupidly, the lines of his world blurring pleasantly.

"She's only 18, don't like the Rollin' Stones. She took a short cut, to be in fully grown…" The music set a slow funk rhythm for the mass.

"Must I help you with everything?" Mello placed the redhead's hands on his hips and took a drastic step forward. Matt was startled when he felt warm thighs and hips against his own. The blonde, his hands on the other's, rocked side to side slightly, grinding their bodies together.

Matt couldn't quite think straight, but despite the overall lack of the ability to function, he managed to get the hang of this "dancing."

"Good." Mello turned around to face the same way as his friend, grinding against him with his entire body, arms hooked back around his neck along with a pair of orange and white goggles. Matt was losing control. His hands wandered over the front of leather pants and a leather vest, able to feel ribs even through the thick material.

"This talking picture show is leaking from a silhouette..."

"Mello, you're really…" Matt pressed his mouth, which seemed to be acting on its accord in more than one way, to the side of the pale neck before him and murmured, "really sexy…"

"I was wondering when you'd come to terms with that." Mello, pleased with his friend's new attitude, turned to face the usually goggled redhead. A wiry, leather-covered hand placed itself on a neck situated above striped shoulders and drew Matt to kiss him.

The redhead pulled back abruptly.

"Wait…Mello…" He paused and giggled drunkenly, unable to hold the small amount of alcohol consumed. "Mello…you're not mellow at all. That's a goofy one…" The blonde wore a frustrated expression, and Matt returned from his sidetrack. "You're…a guy. Yeah. And…me too."

"Yes, Matt, I very well understand that. I'm just surprised you noticed, as drunk as you are." An added mumble could be heard: "And it was going so well…what happened..."

"But…that means…we're not supposed to…and I couldn't…and I'm not…and you're not…so…so…where was I again?..."

"Shut your mouth and do something useful with it." Mello closed the gap between them once again and kissed Matt with more persuasion, convincing him not to leave.

The redhead responded properly this time, wrapping his arms around the other's waist as hands fisted in his own hair. It was mind blowing, better than any kiss shared with a very rarely existing girlfriend. Okay, a never existing girlfriend…that one hookup that one time…Still, had Matt had more experience, it would definitely be the best by far.

"Knock the world right off its feet and straight onto its head…"

Mello sensed many curious stares as he felt himself backed gently against a wall.

"Matt, kiss my neck."

Matt, hands on narrow hips to hold the blonde in place, obeyed, coaxing soft moans from the slim teenager before him.

Mello rested his fingertips on the space between each of the other's shoulders and neck, curling the bony appendages slightly with pleasure. During the infrequent seconds that his eyes were open, he swore he saw a few flashes and camera phones pointing their way. Good.

"Mello, I…" Matt began, resting his forehead in the crook of his friend's neck.

"Matt, don't tell me you can't do this again."

"No, it's not that. I…I need to…lie down…" The gamer passed out then and there, leaving a once again deeply annoyed, yet hardly surprised, blonde supporting him. Mello carried the redhead with little effort towards the stairs to find a quiet room, on the way passing several rather occupied persons, including the DJ with a short haired brunette…male? So they weren't they only ones.

"Can I help you with something?" a high pitched voice inquired. Mello turned around, trying not to injure the boy in his arms on a doorframe.

"Oh, Misa, yeah. I need a place for this one to lie down."

"You can use my room; the guest rooms all seem to be locked. It's very strange, don't you think? There's no music in those rooms. I don't understand what's so interesting about them. And I hear funny noises, too…" The tiny young woman's words made Mello cringe. For someone who looked so experienced in the matter, she was unbelievably clueless. He followed her up the stairs, mentally noting her blatantly visible panties. As they passed the DJ and the brunette again, Mello thought he heard Misa crying, which was proven correct at the top of the stairs through copious amounts of black makeup running down her pale face. He decided it was better not to ask.

"Go ahead and put him on the bed, before your arms fall off," the gothic model said with a giggle, suddenly cheerful. Matt was placed on a bedspread with large pictures of an attractive, brown haired young man all over it. "Aw, he looks so cute. How old are you guys, anyway?"

"Sure, cute. Drunk on about two shots and out cold. Just adorable. We're sixteen."

"Oh, you're so little!" Misa squealed. Mello couldn't help thinking, look who's talking. Amane looked about fourteen, but everyone knew better. "Are you together?"

She might just be the most irritating person in existence. Damn it, where's my gun when I need it?

"He's just…Hey don't you have a party to be hosting?"

"Oh, that's right!" The petite woman left to go back to the dancing and such, on her way out passionately kissing a life size cardboard cutout of the same young man from the bedspread. Mello wondered if it was a celebrity before returning his attention to the passed out redhead. He climbed onto the bed and shifted himself, putting his back against the headboard and legs apart so that the sleeping boy was situated between his legs, head resting on a leather covered chest.

I suppose he does look cute, all drunk and ridiculous.

Mello knew they'd have to stay overnight and miss at least part of school the next day. It's hard to drive a motorcycle (illegally, at that) with an unconscious person on the back. Misa would have to not mind.

- - -

Matt's eyes flickered open. Leather…on both sides of him. Yes, a leather leg on each side, with boots on the ends. And two gloved hands on his chest, connected to thin, wiry arms wrapped around his torso, leading up to slender shoulders and a slim neck to a face that belonged to…oh no.

"Mello. Mello! Mello, wake up!"

"Damn it, Matt, what?" the blonde grumbled.

"What do you mean, 'what?' I pass out and wake up in a guy's lap, that's what!"

"You point being…?"

"Did…" The hung-over teenager paused to take a breath and blush, abashed. "Did anything happen?"

"How do you mean?" Naturally, Mello knew exactly what he meant.

"I mean…did we do something…like with each other…that could have been…regrettable, in any way…" Poor Matt looked like he might cry. Or hyperventilate. Or both. His friend chose to spare him…sort of.

"You're fully clothed. I'm fully clothed. Neither of our asses hurt, and neither of us is covered in anything…sticky."

"So…no, then?"

That smirk made another appearance, going on a rampage to raze all other smirking rampages to the ground and stomp on them with neon go-go boots. Because it felt like it.

The redhead shifted uneasily.

"Just kissing and dancing." The smirk wearer was being extraordinarily nice. He ruffled the red hair before him and slid off the bed, then turned and leaned down to press his lips to Matt's.

Matt looked like he was going to pass out…again. Fortunately, he did not. Instead, he sat just there, slightly agape, and blinked several times.

"Matt, you moron. No need to look so terrified. Get up, we're going to school."

"…School?"

"All right then, I'm going to school. You're going home."

"Home? Oh, home! But…wait…no…Jean…and Mark…they…"

"Won't kill you. I'll make up something good if I need to."

Mello dropped Matt at his house and left him at the mercy of his foster parents, who turned out to have thought their child had locked himself in his room to play videogames all night and hadn't even noticed when he'd left. Matt was able to get in undetected.

As for Mello—he went to school. Little did he know, that day would prove very, very interesting.

Oof. That took much longer than I expected. I hope it was satisfying. No worries, next chapter will be funnier. I gots me an idea-thing.

By the way, I imagine Mello having a British accent in this story. I'm not sure, they might be in England. You can decide for your own reading enjoyment. For mine, Matt and Mello have British accents…but no one else does. I know, I know.

And yeshh our Mello has mood swings. Iz funn.