The two laid on the too-small bed. Semi-darkness surrounded them, disfigured only by the weak lights of the big town outside the curtains.
Tight to tight, eyes drilling into one another. Matt was smoking. Mello was watching. Sweat was glistening on his skin like a halo, marking these shapes Matt's learnt and set his heart on.
Not a sound, except for their breathing.
Inhale and exhale.
Stares sliding down the all-too-known bodies.
Matt's lips curled upward, earning a questioning gaze.
He shook his head gently.
"I'm just kinda happy, you know?" he whispered, softened eyes locking with Mello's.
The blond stretched out his arm gently, as if he didn't want to destroy the moment. His limb curled around Matt's ribs, crushing him into his chest.
"Me too" he murmured into the red hair almost lazily.
Silence and the calm feeling of being sated.
Such moments could last forever.
Such lives should be lived together.
But they wouldn't.