i just want to apologize for this chapter and its sickeningly sweet, vomit inducing, fluffiness. i had other stuff planned for this chapter, but i think with my recent mind altering substances and urge to read something lovey dovey, i said fuck it and did this instead. whatever, yeah?

enjoy.

"I could stay awake just to hear you breathin',
watch you smile while you are sleeping,
while you're far away and dreaming.
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender.
I could stay lost in this moment forever,
every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure."

- I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing, Aerosmith.

Matt wasn't sure when they'd made it to his house or how they managed to get upstairs to his room in the dark without dying, but he wasn't complaining. The only thing he knew was that he had the worst erection he'd ever had in his life, despite the one he had while he was lying in Mello's backyard just thirty minutes prior.

"This is hardly fair, Matt." Mello said, pulling his hand away from working Matt.

"What?" Matt asked, confused.

"You've already gotten off once already," Mello pouted. "When do I get a turn?"

Matt blinked, forcing himself to slide off the bed and into the floor without a second thought. Mello watched curiously as his boyfriend positioned himself between his legs, green eyes glancing up to meet blue eyes. Matt brought a hand up and wrapped his fingers around the bottom of Mello's dick, tugging slowly, before placing the tip in his mouth and sucking. This elicited a moan from the blond, a noise Matt thoroughly enjoyed hearing.

Matt swirled his tongue over the head, along the slit, and down the length. He could feel Mello shiver underneath him as he worked slowly- teasingly. Mello bucked his hips, a silent plea for more. He wanted to feel the warmth of Matt's mouth around his cock; wanted to feel the release he'd been waiting for since he'd gotten the red head off.

"Nn," Mello moaned, chewing on his bottom lip.

Matt opened his mouth and took Mello, sucking and nipping in intervals, his tongue ghosting over his swollen member. His hands were no longer part of the equation as he pushed himself farther than he ever had before, taking the entire length into his mouth, despite his gag reflex wanting to kick in. He could feel Mello touch the back of his throat and he moaned, the vibrations doing wonders to the blond.

"F-fuck!" Mello shouted, snaking his fingers into Matt's messy locks, pulling.

This little action earned him a sound of contented approval. Matt loved it when Mello ran his hands through his hair. It was something Matt had always liked, something he enjoyed no matter the time of day. It was relaxing.

Matt pulled back, releasing Mello with a wet pop! and bringing his hand back to work him the rest of the way. He could feel Mello tense up, on the verge of his orgasm.

"S-shit, almost there." Mello breathed, rolling his hips to meet the languid strokes of Matt's hand. The tight heat around him felt amazing. Mello could feel his release coil up in his stomach, and with one long, drawn out moan of Matt's name from bruised lips, he came all over his boyfriend's hand.

With his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath, Mello pushed himself up so that he was sitting, a lazy smile playing on his lips. Matt remained on the floor, brilliant green eyes staring up at Mello's face, bright and full of love. Everything Matt had ever wanted to say to him was in that one gaze and it made Mello's heart swell.

"Hey," he whispered.

Matt chuckled, wiping his hands on the sheet falling off his bed. "Hey yourself."

"Get back up here with me?" Mello questioned. "I'm cold."

"I don't know," Matt said. "I'm comfortable down here. There's a nice view, too."

That earned a slap on the head and a laugh from the blond. Leave it to Matt to say something completely stupid. That was one of the things Mello loved about him though. It was like he didn't care what he said, he just said it. One would call that word vomit, but Mello would call it cute. If asked, however, he would deny it.

Mello huffed, extended his arms and practically pulling Matt onto the bed with him. With little struggle, the red head allowed this to happen. In reality he hadn't moved from his spot because he didn't feel like standing up, mainly because his aching erection was making it difficult to do so. Somewhere in his mind, he knew that Mello was aware of this.

Matt lay sprawled out beside him, one hand slowly working himself to completion as Mello's fingers danced along his side, playing his visible ribs like piano keys. It felt nice; being touched just for the sake of being touched. He closed his eyes, losing himself in everything that was Mello and the tender kisses that were being placed along his jawline, and he finished the job with a barely there moan.

Turning his head just slightly to the side, Matt captured Mello's lips with his, kneading his bottom lip with his teeth. It was gentle, slow, and everything Matt thought a kiss should be. And he was so incredibly grateful that he could experience it with Mello. Someone he'd met at random that he thought he'd never see again. It was weird how things worked out; like this was fate's way of finally giving back to him after years of being treated horribly by his older brother.

"You're thinking," Mello whispered, having pulled away from Matt.

"Something like that," he answered.

Mello turned to lay on his side, propping his head up with one hand and leaving the other to rest against his side. He watched Matt with interest, staring at him and hoping he could delve into the inner workings of his boyfriend's mind. There was so much he didn't know about Matt, so much he still wanted to learn.

"What's up?" the blond asked.

Matt mimicked Mello's action, rolling over to lay on his side, facing Mello with a soft smile playing on his face. He placed his free hand against Mello's cheek, stroking his skin with his thumb.

"You really want to know?"

"Yeah," Mello murmured, leaning into Matt's touch.

"I'm thinking about you," Matt answered truthfully. "About when we met and how lucky I am to have you."

Mello's eyes grew wide. That hadn't been the response he thought he'd get.

If anything, Mello thought he'd say something about a new game coming out that he was looking forward to or an idea of what they could do for the remainder of the night. But that? Mello was, to say the least, shocked.

"Like," Matt started, inching closer to Mello, "I don't know. I feel like everything was supposed to happen. That," he motioned between their bodies, "this was meant to be. It's lame, I know, but I can't help it."

Mello leaned forward, closing the gap between them and gaining a startled gasp from Matt. He pushed him backwards onto the mattress as he straddled his boyfriend's hips, their bodies moving in sync, and he kissed him with a passion he never knew he had. Matt made him feel like things he'd never felt before; things he once thought he could never feel. And no, it wasn't stupid that the red head felt that way because he felt it too. They were supposed to be together.

Breaking the kiss, he leaned down so that their foreheads touched ever-so lightly, before speaking. "That's not lame, Matt."

"It kinda is." Matt smiled.

"Then that makes me lame too," Mello whispered, his eyes searching Matt's for the reassurance that yeah, they were both losers, but as long as they had each other it really didn't matter.

"I love you," Matt breathed against his lips, wrapping his arms around Mello's torso and bringing him down until he was laying on top of him. They fit perfectly; two pieces of a puzzle that refused to mold so they could fit into a spot that wasn't meant for them.

Mello's lips sought his for a chaste kiss. "I love you too."

They couldn't remember how long they laid in Matt's bed, talking about their lives before they knew each other and sharing feathery touches, but it had to have been quite some time because when Matt checked the blinking clock on his cable box it read after midnight. Matt couldn't complain though and he was sure Mello couldn't either.

At some point in their silent comfort Mello had fallen asleep, lying on his stomach beside Matt with one arm hugging a pillow close to his chest. Matt smiled fondly as he blindly felt around for his blanket. Mello looked like he was at peace with himself, and it was a look that Matt could get used to seeing more of.

Covering them both up, he sighed contently, muttering a quick "love you" before allowing himself to be claimed by sleep, the last thought on his mind being that hadn't properly broken his bed in.

That could wait for another time.

yaaaaaay. i hope that wasn't too bad. it'll start getting interesting next chapter when stuff actually starts happening.

review please. thank you.

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