I hadn't stayed to find out how he would react. I knew it was cowardly but I could hardly believe what had happened and there was no telling how pissed off Mello would be. He would know I had done something to him the night before; there was no hiding from his genius mind. Too nervous to do any work despite the numerous hacking jobs I had lined up, I decided to game a bit.
That's how he found me when he woke up, sitting on the couch like it was a perfectly normal day. Only five minutes of awkward silence later and he had wandered into the kitchen to begin his normal morning routine. I almost didn't dare breath when he sat beside me with a bowl of cereal. Did he not remember anything? I was almost hopeful until he winced as he sat down. There was no way he didn't know what had happened.
Well, I wouldn't bring it up if he didn't. Not surprisingly he called in sick to work and hung out at the apartment with me all day. As far as I could tell nothing had changed between us, he still rolled his eyes when I got too into my game and I still teased him when he fixed his hair. Whatever I had expected, this wasn't it but maybe I shouldn't be so surprised. We had been best friends since we were young after all, closer than most people could understand.
By that evening I had almost forgotten that there was ever a problem. Now sitting at the kitchen table I found myself staring at him as he prepared some kind of casserole. It was something he did every Friday so that we could enjoy the weekend without having to cook. He looked so at peace, glancing at a cookbook every now and again and humming. I saw him glance over his shoulder and catch me staring but I didn't turn away and he didn't mention it. Dinner was eaten in comfortable silence and it wasn't until I had plopped down on the couch that I realized there were still brownies in the fridge.
For a moment the world stopped spinning.
That one little thought made me freeze and I could feel my eyes go wide. How could I have not considered that? Tossing then in the garbage should have been the first thing I did when I woke up this morning! But no, I had been too occupied with Mello all day to think about them. Turning my head in slow motion and trying not to panic, I peeked into the kitchen. My stomach began doing flips when I saw him enjoying one of the brownies.
Chill. I had to be calm. Ok, if I wasn't around he would probably just head for bed and everything would be fine. With that thought I took off to the bathroom for a shower. I didn't take long enough though and he was just retiring to his room when I walked out in my pajama pants. He raked his eyes over me until he met my gaze and held it as he sashayed inside without closing the door. That was an invitation if I'd ever seen one but this time I knew better.
Or at least I thought I did. Instead of going to my own room I was following him. I paused at his door to peek inside but it was too dark to see anything. Venturing further, I made it to his bed and cautiously climbed under the covers until I found myself pressed against his warm body. His lips quickly found mine, banishing any doubts about what would be happening again tonight. This time though he was a bit less frantic to get things over with and more desperate to explore me. His hands were everywhere and I reciprocated eagerly.
Everything moved so much slower, no rushing or fumbling, but he was no less vocal. From barley-heard whimpers to deep calls of my name he made his wants clear but strangely I found myself quiet. I couldn't help my moans but I had no words to say to him. I knew that if I uttered a single syllable I would ruin everything with an admission of what I had done.
It lasted forever and was over too soon all at once. As he fell asleep still panting in my arms all I could think about was how to leave without waking him.