First of all, I would like to apologize for the song I'm about to recommend for this chapter. It is unfortunately catchy and kind of fitting :P Ta-da! Shut Up and Sleep With Me by Sin With Sebastian! (*everyone around me groans*) I'm sorry! I'm sorry! (I also happen to have the best album artwork for that song. It's of course, MattxMello :D) Secondly, I would like to thank 3 kiwikick 3 for helping me with my pervy ideas :) Together we formulate awesomness. Thirdly, I do enjoy reviews and suggestions (I've still got like 4 chapters left in this...I don't want it to be repetitive)
"Hey."
Matt looked up from his DS.
"What?'"
"Wanna have a snowball fight?" Mello asked with a mischievous grin. Matt threw his head back and groaned.
"Aw, dude we haven't done that since we were kids. Its way too cold outside and my battery's about to die." he complained.
"Well turn it off and come play with me." Mello whispered in Matt's ear as he traced his finger down the boy's chest. He nuzzled his face against Matt's neck and began to kiss him.
"Alright! Alright!" he laughed as he pushed Mello's smiling face away. The blond nicked Matt's DS from his hands and flipped the power off. He set the red game down on the coffee table then pulled them both up from the couch. There was a large indent where Matt had been intensely gaming for the past few hours. Maybe a little exercise wouldn't kill him.
Mello grabbed Matt's hand and dragged him into their bedroom to get dressed. The closet they shared held both their wardrobes (mostly Mello's) and yet it was just barely full. Leather outfits are expensive you know.
Mello's clothes dominated the left side while Matt only needed a small space on the right. He preferred a minimal approach when it came to getting dressed; which was why he only had spare striped shirts and a few pairs of jeans. Mello was the opposite in that he had various outfits he could put together by combining the many pieces. Of course, mainly everything was black.
Mello shifted through the rack, searching for something suitable for Matt to wear.
"How 'bout this" he asked, holding up one of his heavy sweaters. The red-head looked up at Mello from behind his goggles with those cute puppy eyes. Mello couldn't resist. He pulled his friend close and grabbed the waistband of his flannel pajama pants, then tugged them to the ground. From on his knees Mello gazed up into Matt's green eyes.
"I can take my clothes off on my own Mello. I'm almost 17."
"Yeah, but you still dress like you're seven…" he replied, indicating Matt's bright blue Super Smash Brothers boxers. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Mello put his hands on the boy's hips.
"I think it's cute." He said, and then placed a gentle kiss on his friend's stomach, which caused him to turn an even deeper shade of red.
"Okay, I'm starting to freeze." Matt said. Goosebumps were forming on his skin, but he was sure they weren't just from being cold.
Matt quickly finished putting on his jeans and the sweater, then turned to Mello.
"Here," he said as he tossed Mello his black leather gloves.
"Thanks." he replied. Mello watched as Matt pulled a pack of Marlboros out of his pocket. The red-head extracted a cigarette and flipped the switch on his lighter, producing a glowing ember at the end of the stick. He lifted it to his mouth and sucked in the delicious smoke. It was perfect and always left him wanting more, just like a certain someone he knew.
Mello walked over to where Matt leaned against the wall. They stared pointedly at each other until Mello grabbed a fistful of his beloved's hair and tilted his head back for a deep kiss. Matt opened his mouth to let the sweet chocolaty taste of Mello's tongue enter. The tongues and flavors collided together in a wonderful combination, sliding over each other expertly from much practice. A low muffled growl came from the back of Matt's throat and he wanted – no – he needed more of Mello. Matt pulled the other boy in closer by his waist. They pressed against one another with their hips grinding together; the friction was getting to be too much. Mello needed to breathe. He untangled his fingers from the red hair and instead intertwined them with Matt's gloved ones.
"C'mon, let's go." He said, towing Matt out of the room.
Damn, just when it was getting good. Matt thought to himself as he followed Mello.
When the front door opened, frigid air hit Matt like an oncoming truck. He deeply regretted agreeing to this torture and desperately wanted to return to the warmth of the couch. His nose was already turning a rosy shade of pink, along with his lips. The hacker breathed in the cold air which filled his lungs, then blew it back out in a wispy, flowing cloud.
"Mello, can we please go back inside?" said Matt who was rubbing his arms in attempt to fight off his shivers. Obviously his sweater was doing a poor job of that.
"Hell no! Quit being a baby Matt. We haven't even left the front porch yet!"
Why does Mello always have to be so damn outgoing? And more importantly, why does he always have to drag ME into his dumb plans? Matt questioned himself.
"Dude, fuck this shit. I'm going back in." he grumbled. He'd had enough of this "outside" crap already. Techno geeks simply aren't made for outdoor adventures. Just as Matt had placed his freezing fingers on the door handle he felt a swift tug at the back of his jeans. Mello had grabbed him by the belt and held him with a firm grip.
"You're not getting away that easily…"
In one fluid motion Mello raised a startled Matt above his head with a surprising amount of force, then hurled him with all his might. The redhead flew through the air and crashed in the ocean of snow a few yards from the porch.
The four feet of snow cushioned his fall but his ass still hurt from the impact. He tried to pull himself up but the snow kept crumbling beneath his hands. How the hell had he been able to throw Matt that far? Matt was the larger of the two, having at least a good three inches on the blonde. He lied on back contemplating this and stared up at the sky through his goggles, which tinted the world orange, until Mello's slender figure stood above him.
"Need some help?" Mello chuckled. He extended his hand to the boy. Big mistake.
Matt grabbed the hand roughly and pulled. Mello lost his balance and fell on top of the redhead. Matt rolled over, forcing Mello underneath him. He took the blonde's wrists in his hands and pressed them down to the ground, their faces mere inches apart.
"Huh, so this is what you look like on top?" Mello smirked. He liked the way friend looked kind of angry, his green eyes staring him down, his messy hair framing his face perfectly. Matt moved the trapped boy's wrists into one strong hand.
"What are you doing?" Mello asked craning his neck as far as he could.
"Oh, you'll see…" Matt said sinisterly.
Okay, maybe Matt on top isn't such a good thing. Just as this thought came into Mello's mind he felt his friends' hand pulling down the zipper of his jacket slowly. He could only watch as Matt lifted his shirt and exposed his stomach to the frosty air. Shivers went up Mello's spine, the cold setting in. What the hell is he doing? The blonde wondered.
He gasped quite audibly when he felt a sharp stinging sensation on his abdomen. The piercing feeling numbed and turned to a watery dripping one. It took Mello a moment to process that Matt had smeared a large amount of icy snow all over his bare skin. As the snow melted to a puddle of water on his stomach, a breeze swept by, making Mello feel colder than ever before.
"Heh. Betcha wanna go inside now." Matt sneered.
Mello broke free from Matt's grip and flipped him onto his back. From there, the boy pressed his body on top of the hacker's and leaned his face in close.
"You know, I think I like you better on the bottom." Mello said, trailing his finger down Matt's face and across his lips. "You're much more submissive."
Matt opened his mouth slightly, lips parting. He took Mello's gloved finger in his mouth and began to suck, swirling his tongue around it, all the while staring directly in his friend's eyes.
Damn, Matt sure does know how to be sexy. Mello thought, satisfied that he had the redhead right where he wanted him. He felt Matt bite the tip of his gloved finger and hold it gently between his teeth. Mello pulled his hand out of the black leather and reached for the hacker's jeans. He unbuckled the belt and freed the metal button, then carefully slid the zipper down. Mello slipped his hand in the redhead's pants, just barely brushing Matt's boxers. He sensed Matt stiffen at his touch, and smiled knowingly. He moved his hand and let his fingers slide underneath the thin layer of cloth separating them.
"Ahh…Mells!" Matt cried, turning his head to the side. Mello could feel the boy's abs tightening underneath him.
"What? Turned on already Matty?" he whispered with a smug grin.
"No, your hand is freezing!" Matt gasped. Mello's cheeks turned a few shades pinker than they already were and he quickly withdrew from the boy's jeans.
"Want to go back inside?" he asked sheepishly.
"Yeah," Matt agreed. "That sounds like a good idea." And with that they promptly sat up and made their way to the front door, mostly likely to avoid eye contact with each other for the next few hours.
Matt: Whoa, hold up...I thought I was supposed to be angry with him. What happened?
Mello: I'm just too damn good-looking to stay mad at.
Matt: Mello, shut up. And WTF, why am I always on the bottom?
Author: Hey! You got to be seme for awhile there!
Mello: Matt, if you want me THAT bad, I'll let you be on top.
Author: See? Compromise. Everyone's happy...
Matt: Wait! What?