"Sim"ply Curious
A/N: It's the third chapter, ya'll! I decided it would be better to splice the second chapter and add it to this one, the story flows better and has better cliff hangers that way. Also, I just like to torture you guys with incredibly short chapters… (evil grin) Well, here you go, the product of my manic writing during the early hours of the morning. I find that writing and drawing at odd hours makes me more productive…I'm not sure why…
Rating: still T. Sorry! My stories tend to slug along…
Formulation and Devastation
He could feel the sunlight warming his skin. And even with his eyes closed, he could tell that the room was brightly lit by the mid-morning sun. Brightly lit, unlike his black curtained room, or the shaded living room. No, he knew. He knew he could only be in Mello's room. His emerald eyes shot open, confirming his suspicion. Not only was he in Mello's room, he was in his bed.
Matt sat up quickly, clasping his palms over his temples as a pounding dizziness consumed his head.
"Ugh, sat up too fast."
Blinking away the dizzy spots in his eyes, he felt something move next to him.
He gulped.
(I have to be dreaming, there's just no way…)
He turned slowly, the slight blush on his cheeks becoming a crimson glow as he stared down at the angelic blonde sleeping soundly beside him.
"M-Mello..?" he whispered, watching him stir as if hearing him, lips parting and long lashes fluttering. Mello had to be one of the prettiest boy's Matt had ever seen…but, how had he ended up there?
No matter, he just had to get the hell out before Mello woke up and beat the crap out of him.
(Great! Look where it's gotten me now! I freak'n slept walked into his BED!)
He slipped out of the bed slowly, picking up his goggles, boots and gloves.
(Weird how I don't even remember when he got back…but I guess I was conscious enough to take these off…) He fingered his boots, walking silently towards the doorway.
(This is bad, but…) He looked back over his shoulder at Mello, fast asleep with his blonde locks strewn around his face and fanned out sensuously over the pillow.
(…it was worth it.) He blushed, and scurried off down the hallway, less than quiet.
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Mello stretched, and let his limbs spread out over the emptiness of his bed.
(Wait…empty?)
He opened his eyes, the pupils of his aquamarine eyes dilating(?) in the sudden light. Where was Matt? He sat up slowly, running his fingers through his mess up perfect golden hair, listening for any noise that would hint at Matt's presence. The jiggling of a locked door handle pin-pointed him. Matt was trying to sneak back into his room. Mello could hear his voice, low.
"Dammit, fucking door. Where' I put the key?" Footsteps could be heard, padding into the living room where a soft jingle told of his finding.
Mello smirked. (What a freak, locking himself out of his own bedroom.)
The footsteps were beginning to louden. He was coming back. At the sound of Matt's grumbling, he bit back a laugh.
(Time for the torture to commence…) he called out in a feigned-groggy voice-
"Ngh…Matt? You up?" Mello heard him stumble, dropping his things as he stuttered his reply to the giggling blonde.
"Y-yeah, I'm just uh…gonna hit the shower, yeah?"
"Mmkay." Mello replied, adding a theatrical yet feminine yawn to the effect. He hated when he did that.
Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he headed out of his room and into the hallway to watch Matt frantically try to open his door.
"Need help?" Mello offered, leaning back against the wall, crossing his arms over his bare chest. Matt looked over irritated, but turned bright red as soon as he set eyes on Mello. How had the redhead not noticed this detail before!?
"What?" Mello followed Matt's gaze downward. He was half-naked, in nothing but his unlaced leather pants and Matt was…staring? Blushing nonetheless.
"Heh, want me to take 'em off?" he teased, a grin creeping up on his face.
"W-WHAT!? No!!" Matt jumped against the now opened door, and fell through onto the floor of his room.
"Tch, alright." Mello shrugged, giggling. He walked off into the bathroom, brushing his teeth and washing his face before Matt stepped in to shower.
The redhead waited in the door way, clad in striped boxers and a black wifebeater.
"Done yet?" He asked meekly, still blushing.
Mello dried his face, taking a clip out of his hair, and flicking the drops of water from his hands at Matt's face. Sure Matt's reactions were off, along with his attitude lately, but it was so damned entertaining to mess with him.
"Yep." Mello walked out of the bathroom, shrugging past Matt.
"Don't use all the hot water, I'm next."
"Mmhmm." Matt nodded, as the blonde sauntered into the kitchen to think over the details of his plan.
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Leaning back against the kitchen counter, Mello contemplated the ominous glass bottle in the palm of his hand. How would he get Matt to ingest it's contents?
(I'll have to mix it with something…) and he immediately set his eyes on the fridge.
"Perfect" He breathed, setting the little bottle down on the counter and headed for the bathroom, grinning.
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The sound of water hitting skin to tile became louder as Mello walked into the steam-filled bathroom, quietly closing the door behind him. Needing relief from the instant heat, he leaned his back against the cold, wet tile wall.
"Hey Matt" He could barely keeping from laughing as he watched Matt's silhouette slip and stumble downwards in surprise.
"M-MELLO!?" His arms slid around himself. He damned the window above him, as he knew Mello could see his shadowy body through the white veil so inappropriately called a shower curtain.
"…yes?" Mello drawled, trying to hide the amusement from his tone.
"What are you doing in here!?" Matt's voice broke.
"I came to ask you something."
"What!?" Mello giggled at the boys embarrassment.
"I said I came to-"
"I know that, what'd'ya want!?" Matt cut in, flustered.
"Wanna beer?"
"WHAT!?" He was angry now. (The the hell, Mello?!)
"I said-" He was finding this hilarious.
"I heard what you said Mello, that's stupid! Why can't you wait till I get out!?"
"Cuz I wanted to see you naked." He grinned
"……..get the fuck out, Mello."
"You still want that beer?" Mello asked, as if his previous statement was nothing of importance.
"Fuck, Mello! Yes, I want the goddamn beer, now get OUT."
"K then, I'll stick it in the freezer, on my way out."
"You're going out again? For what?"
"I'm gonna go piss off Near for a bit…" And with that he left the bathroom, knowing that by the time he got back, his plan would already be in motion. So he got dressed, fixed Matt's beer, stuck it, and the now half empty glass bottle into the cold metal contraption, and headed out.
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Matt waited until he heard the bathroom door close so he could uncross his legs. His reactions were quickly getting out of hand, and this was no exception, it was the epitome of worse. Waking up next to Mello in bed had had him going, but being naked in the same room with him and his casual remark of wanting to see him nude had sent him over the edge. Matt bit his lip as he looked down to face his problem, shaky wet fingers following…
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A/N: how was that for a third chapter? I know I haven't gotten to the good part yet, I'm terribly bad at suspense, and I fear that it's taken too long to get to it. I hope I haven't bored you. The next chapter will definitely be better…and I'm not going to any foreign countries till next year, so I'll update sooner! Thanks for reading, I hope it didn't suck!