[A/N: I'm back, definitely going to continue all my fics so stay tuned!]

Chapter 2 :: Hands

The next few evenings upon returning from school, Matt settled into a new routine of lazily occupying himself with what he considered to be menial technical work while he waited for Mello to get back home then perched himself by the window munching on chips and listening vaguely to the TV while he continued with his new "hobby". Usually the two friends went to and from school together, but because of the student council activities Mello came home much too late for Matt to stay and wait for him to finish every day.

*buzzzz* *biz* *buzzzz*

The redhead propped himself up and instinctively reached for his slim metallic phone. He recognized the special vibration setting he set for his best friend.

I'm back now, told you I can't play till exams are over. Don't make me hit you.

Matt chuckled to himself and felt a warm smile spread on his lips. He knew that would be his response, but he half-jokingly sent a whiny text anyway.

Positioning himself near the window, he scoped the neighboring building until he spotted the familiar green curtain of the blonde's room. Unsurprisingly Mello was at his desk looking as studious as ever. He watched as his friend speed read and revised pages on pages of their classes' textbooks, never tiring of his Mello's gusto to be number 1.

He wondered if it was possible to catch Mello in a lie… would he really study until he slept?

Matt felt a twinge in his chest and shook his head. So what if he didn't? It was none of his business what Mello decided to do in his spare time, he was acting strange… possessive of his lifelong friend. Maybe this wasn't such a healthy hobby to have.

Oh shut up, stop being so serious. He mentally slapped himself.

Mello got up from his desk, stretched as usual at the 9 o'clock mark and walked towards his bathroom. This was the time he usually washed up and made himself a tea to help him continue studying. Matt decided to look upon his neighbors again hoping to spot anything peculiar or of interest.

Look at that, the Cheetos guy has got himself a date… or maybe it's his mom..?

The old woman in the blue lit kitchen was sitting as still as ever again, but this time she had her back to the window. Matt jokingly pondered to himself if this was a copycat case of Psycho or something.

He opened a bag of party mix and absentmindedly stuffed a handful into his mouth, washing it down with Nestea. Ahh, that's the stuff. Moving his sight to the freshly opened curtains on the floor above Mello's, he saw a crowd of people having what seemed to be a bunch of college kids having somewhat of wild party. There were beer cans and bottles strewn across the living room and people drunkenly laughing while what seemed to be a silly game of truth or dare. A medium sized golden retriever was huddled in the dark room next to the main room dozing. Matt felt a mild sense of pity for the poor animal.

Glancing down at Mello's unit, Matt was surprised to see that his friend was out of the bathroom already – and in nothing but a loose towel around his waist no less. His eyes widened as he hastily leaned forward to get a closer look.

They had gone to the beach in the summer about a year ago, but Mello insisted he wear a shirt and stay out of the sun as he got easily sun burnt. It was ironic as he was the blonde and Matt was the redhead. Mello spent the whole time under the giant umbrella munching on the giant specialty chocolate lollipops the homey hotel nearby sold.

The last time Matt saw Mello so bare was about two years ago when he accidentally walked into his unlocked bathroom. And at the time Mello wasn't so… developed. Was that the right word? Maybe grown was more it. The lanky boy he knew had lean muscles now even two or three abs, how on earth did he stay so fit when all he ate was sugar!? What was in those chocolates, he wondered. Well he did play soccer now and then with the gang…

Mello's chin length hair was still visibly damp as he loosely brushed it to the side. He had a scowl on his face as he mouthed something and glared up at the ceiling. The neighbors must be really loud, Matt thought to himself snickering. He was kind of glad they were or he wouldn't have seen this, Mello didn't really like to be nude around anyone even though he sometimes had a more racy sense of fashion.

He felt a light stir from his groin as he continued to stare at the familiar yet unfamiliar body.

No no no. Calm the fracking hell down. It's because I haven't jacked off in days. He's my best friend. Sure, he kind of gracefully beautiful, but that's just a fact, nothing more… maybe I should take care of this first before continuing.

Matt shook his head briefly looking away only to look back again.

The redhead watched hesitantly as his friend shuffled his notes and fell exhaustedly backwards onto his bed, he looked like he'd given up for the night.

Maybe he'll take a break and come over…

He slowly typed on his phone thinking of a way to nonchalantly phrase an invitation, one eye on it and one eye fixed on his half naked – oh my god.

Matt's mouth parted unconsciously as he gripped his binoculars with both of his clammy hands, not caring about the possible damage to his phone. The blonde was touching himself in a way that Matt knew all too well. He was touching himself over the towel, legs still over the edge. The redhead knew he should look away now, it had gone too far, it's not like he could somehow use this. Mello would kill him if he knew. But he couldn't tear his eyes away from those slender hands that were touching the lithe body he felt like he couldn't get enough of…

Feeling his face heating up, Matt swallowed the saliva in his mouth and watched as his friend moved the towel to expose his hardness. He watched hardly blinking as Mello's delicately slim fingers expertly played with the rigidness of his cock. He'd never thought he'd be seeing Mello look so exposed. So human. So… sexy.

The blonde's eyes were closed and his lips were slightly parted. From the distance, the redhead could slightly make out quickening rise and fall of his chest. His own hand travelled down to the now obvious bulge in his trousers mimicking Mello's movements. He bit his lip as he climaxed faster than he had in weeks as his friend finished. Looking down at his gooey hand, he couldn't believe what he had just done. With a hesitant last glance Matt tucked the binoculars away and crawled into bed wishing the shadows would swallow him whole.