Hey guys! Well, fourth chapter today. I really hope you like it. I've gotten some good reviews back and if you haven't reviewed yet, you should. It helps me continue writing because if people don't like it, I see no point in continuing.

After a certain conversation with someone who has been reading, I feel as if I should tell you something. I'm not a "mid teenaged fan girl". I'm actually a gay male who's almost 20 and just wants something fun to do this summer.

Now for a little intro to the chapter. Who knows who even started the kiss but it continues on and gets pretty hot. Their relationship is really being tested and changed, poor guys. Anyway, read on to see just WHAT happens!

Chapter 4- Damn Distractions

~Mello~

I had never seen a naked guy other than myself and seeing Matt, the guy I had known since I was five, like that had been a shock. I didn't gave girlfriends, didn't have sex, rarely watched porn, I was a sexual infant so when I ran in and saw the surprisingly attractive lines of Matt… I have no idea in hell what happened. There he was laying on the ground in pain, naked pain, and I got a very noticeable boner. Damn leathers. I really hated them sometimes, like now.

Now…

Now I was standing in the middle of our bathroom with an almost naked Matty kissing him. What the hell was I doing? Why wasn't I pulling away? Why was I liking it? I was Catholic, we didn't like gays yet here I was doing on of the gayest acts possible with my roommate! It wasn't an innocent little peck on the lips either anymore. It started out as us gently brushing our lips together, only our lips touching.

I found myself holding onto his hips at the towel both to stabilize him and bring him closer to me. The kiss got more intense the longer we stayed that way. Matt ran his hand up my hip and stopped it on my back. I didn't know he was gay but that didn't matter. I didn't even know why I was doing this and letting him do it as a matter of face. His lips gently pulled mine open and he bit my lower lip, how did Matty get so good at kissing? I probably didn't want to know. His lips on mine sent a shiver down my spine, I felt almost drunk with the feeling of him touching me. I sighed into his open mouth then felt a new sensation, his tongue lightly probing mine between out opened mouths.

Matt kept his hands on my lower back and didn't move them which I was thankful for, this was all so new for me-it was new for him too. It had to be. In all my years of knowing him, he'd hated being touched by other people. He only ever allowed me to touch him, well me and the school nurse. It was true what they said about redheads, they were dynamite kissers. The light probing of his tongue spurred mine into action and it went from light play to a battle over dominance in our mouths. I was always the dominant male between us, Matt didn't even question that but now I knew I was fighting a losing battle.

We broke apart for a moment and I opened my eyes to see his shocking green ones staring at me intently before he kissed me again with the same passion and ferocity I didn't know he had in him-dammit. My phone was ringing.

This time we broke apart for real, our bodies not even touching. What had come over me? Had I just been making out with Matt in our bathroom? "I should get that." I said and dashed out of the room, thankful for an excuse to leave the hot bathroom. I knew the number and picked it up instantly. "What's the news Alphonse?"

"We got an issue Mello, seems there be some peoples looking in on our business where they don't belong. They from a different family too."

"I'm on my way." I ended the call and slipped the cell into my pocket.

"Are you leaving?" A quiet voice asked. I turned slightly to look at Matt and he leaned heavily on his crutches. I hated seeing him like that. When I didn't answer, he nodded and turned away to go into his room. I didn't have anything to say so I left out the front door and locked it behind me.

~Matt~

I closed my bedroom door even if it would do nothing except give me the illusion of having privacy. If Mello wanted to come in, he would. The realization of being gay hit me like a bag of bricks. It wasn't as much that I was gay as much as it was who I was gay for. Mello. Moody Mello. Mean Mello. Beautiful, deep, intelligent-God dammit Matt, stop thinking about him like that! He's not gay!

But he did kiss you back. Shut up brain. It doesn't matter what he did. Mello's like that, erratic and shit. I look around for a minute before spotting both a box and a lighter. I frowned at the floor of my room, a fuckin' maze to get through on crutches. I sighed and sat down on my desk chair and lit up a cigarette. I deserved it after working my way through my piles of crap.

Mello. Mello, Mello, Mello. What to do? I took in a lung full of smoke and blew it out from my nose and sighed as the nicotine calmed me. I was still sporting a massive boner but eh, who was around to see it? Maybe some hacking would get my mind off of it all.

An hour later and my mind was still on Mello, my body ached to feel his golden touch again. I never expected him to be as gentle and careful as he was. A shiver of pleasure ran down my spine as I remembered how he had touched me, where he had touched me. If he knew how I was thinking about it, I'd be sporting a fresh bullet wound on top of everything else.

4:00 pm, no Mello. He had been gone since eleven. It wasn't unusual for him to be gone for twelve plus hours but I was feeling particularly paranoid after what had happened in the bathroom.

6:00 pm, still no Mello. Where was he? I lay on the couch staring at the cell phone on my chest. There was nothing that got my mind off of what had gone down with my best friend. With a heavy sigh, I lit up another cigarette off the one I had just finished. Mello got after me for chain smoking but I really needed it right now.

10:00 pm, where the hell was he? Was he avoiding me? He had to be avoiding me. If I could walk, I'd pace but I could barely get up off the couch. Maybe it was time for some more video games. I forced myself to stand and went over to put Diablo 3 into my PS3. Mello had gotten it for me a month ago, it wasn't out every where yet for PS3 but he had gotten his hands on it for me. Dammit Mello, why did everything have to remind me of the blond hair devil? Okay… Game time.

10:34 pm my phone went off. I paused my game and picked up the phone without even looking at the number. "Mello?" I asked quickly, he was one of the only people who ever called me.

"No Mail, it's Roger. I heard you were in an accident." My heart sank at the familiar voice that wasn't Mello. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." I told him sullenly. I didn't want to talk about anything going on in my life now, there was too much on my mind what with me realizing I was gay.

"You sound upset, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," I snapped at him too quickly. I ran my fingers through my red hair and waited for the attack of questions.

"Alright, if you need anything please don't hesitate to call." How strange, Roger always tried to get us to talk to him about our problems. He was like a guidance councilor that actually cared.

Time for another cigarette. I tossed my phone aside. If Mello didn't want to call and talk to me then… Then screw him. Wait, no! Not screw him, I wanted to do that. Gah! Dammit, no. Stop thinking like that Matt. I picked up my controller again and unpaused my game.

At four in the morning, I had had enough of waiting for Mello to come home. I flicked the butt of my last cigarette into the ash tray and got up to go to bed. I looked at the carnage of a night in. A smirk crossed my face as I thought of how pissed off Mello would be when he got home and found this mess. Two empty cigarette packs added up to almost 30 butts over flowing from the ash tray. I didn't usually smoke that much when I went on gaming binges but I was pissed off and needed the nicotine to keep me calm.

Not only were there cigarette butts across the table but junk food bags and crumbs everywhere. That pissed him off the most, crumbs were a pain in the ass to clean up and he hated them. I got up on my crutches and took a step. Whoops, I guess I knocked over a can of soda at some point. My smirk got a little bigger, he'd flip out on this mess.

I took two pain pills so I could sleep without waking up constantly and got into bed, no doubt I'd hear Mell when he came in and saw my mess. I grinned to myself as I fell asleep.

"Matt? Dammit, get out here! I'm gonna kill you!" My bedroom door banged open and the lights clicked on, blinding me from seeing Mello advance and grab me by my shirt front. "I've told you time after god damn time-"

"Can you let go?" I asked, opening my sleep bleared eyes. Mello being Mello, he did the opposite of what I asked. He lifted me up off my bed and we were face to face. "What?" I demanded angrily as my shoulder screamed in pain at being jerked.

"How many damn times do I have to tell you how much I hate it when you leave a mess behind?" My eyes focused on his face and I saw it was bright red, his eyes shooting flames. He usually got mad about stuff like this but not this mad. I smirked when I realized why, he had been thinking about the kiss too.

"You don't have to be pissed about what happened yesterday." I knew it would piss him off even more. He got pissed off when I read what was behind his anger but when it was so obvious, I just had to rub his face in it.

"I'm not." He growled at me and pulled me up further which told me that was exactly why he was so angry. "It. Meant. Nothing." I blinked once, surprised at how much his words hurt me. I didn't know what caused me to react like this, but tears welled up in my eyes which made Mello double take. He let me down carefully, "D-Don't cry Matty, please." He begged as I looked away, unable to meet his piercing gaze.

We were both silent for a while longer, then he spoke again, "Please talk to me. It wasn't that it meant nothing… I just meant-" I turned and looked at him, my green eyes colder than ice.

"No. I get it. It didn't mean anything to me either." I told him harshly.