02. like.
"Jesus, Mello. Look, I know you're a homo and all, but that shirt's sort of, uh, really freakin' tight."
"I'm not a fucking homo," Mello snarls from across the room, eyes narrowing dangerously.
Matt presses the start button on his console, pausing the game to raise his hands in surrender. "Hey, it's not like I was complaining. I just figured that if you went out wearing that," he stops briefly as Mello strides over towards him, straddling his waist in one smooth movement. "Uh, you might get arrested for indecent exposure. Even though it's not exactly indecent. Hell, I mean, if I were a cop, I'd probably just arrest you so that I'd be the only one staring at you, 'cause, you know…"
Matt trails off, partly because he doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about, and partly because Mello's pressed right up against his chest, lips wet and slightly parted while his fingers tug at the waistband of Matt's jeans.
Despite himself, Matt can't resist a snide remark. "So you're not gay, but you've pretty much got your hands down my pants?"
Mello shoves him backwards onto the couch, irritation flashing across his face. "Shut the fuck up, Matt. I don't like guys, okay?"
"Then what?" Matt knows that if keeps pestering Mello like this, he'll either get kicked off the couch or out the door, but his curiosity is overpowering his common sense at the moment. "Are you implying that I'm not a guy?"
"No," answers Mello wryly, glancing at the slight bulge in the redhead's jeans. "You're a guy, alright."
"I don't get it!" Matt's exasperated by now. "Are you in denial or something? Because you're not making any sense, seriously—"
"Shut up," growls Mello, leaning in for a rough kiss. Matt complies – finally, Mello thinks with a roll of his eyes – and kisses back, snaking an arm around to pull off the really freakin' tight shirt that started this whole mess.
"I don't like guys," Mello repeats, after a few minutes, when he's completely sure that Matt's too busy trying to breathe to answer him. He buries his face against Matt's neck, his words coming out as a soft, almost embarrassed mumble, and Matt has to strain to hear them.
"I just like you."
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note:
To everyone who reviewed the first chapter, much love. You guys are awesome, for recognising the panic! and boys next door references. I'm feeling somewhat generous, and a little un-creative, so I'm asking you guys — that's TheMorganScore, jjwitdaheydiddydiddy, Demonic Seraphim, KyuuketsukixChan, Pen of Paracelsus, and jennafurr freeed — to give me a theme or, uh, thing, that you'd like to see in one of my fics. Say for example, you want "closet!sex", or maybe "cry-your-eyes-out angst with a straight!Matt." I will then try to write a fic with your theme, and thank you in my author's note for said theme. This is only if you want to. And be warned though: I'm a terrible procrastinator.
This was just some fluff. 'Cause that's how I roll, yo. Even though looking back, Mello's sort of just like "shut up and sex me!" and Matt's like "I don't understaaaaannnd." But yes. Reviews are love, especially concrit. Please and thank you.