My lips are touching Mello's lips. THE Mello. My Mello…

My brain is literally like LKJFOWIEHFOINVW:OINLKN!

Surprisingly, he seemed to want this as much as I did! He reacted the complete OPPOSITE of what I thought he would. He didn't push me away in disgust, he didn't spit in my face, and he didn't punch me. He kissed me back…with passion…as if he had been waiting just as long as I have. Don't get me wrong, he might be drunk, but I wasn't going to let this opportunity slip through my fingers. I was going to enjoy this as long as fucking possible. I don't even care if it's "taking advantage" of his drunkenness. I'm kissing Mello, GODDAMMIT!

Mello's hands slipped under my shirt, cool yet refreshing. His nails scraped my back with lust, making me moan against his lips. This earned me a moan in return as Mello flipped us so he was straddling me, our kiss never breaking. I can't even describe how good it felt to feel his breath against my cheek and his hips against mine. Some days I felt like this day would never come…

"Matt," Mello whispered against my lips. He kissed me one more time before pulling away. I sighed in protest. "Did you want to go inside…upstairs?"

I laughed softly at his suggestion and shook my head. No, I want to do this right here, right now! He smiled in return and continued to kiss me. This was heaven. MY heaven, at least.

"Hey, guys!" we heard someone call from up the hill. "The cops are here!"

"WHAT?!" we both said in unison, quickly getting to our feet. We looked up to see Eva standing there.

"Haha! I'm just joking around with you guys!" she laughed. Mello grumbled at her and pulled me with him up the hill. I tried to hide my obvious erection. Luckily my shirt was long…

"C'mon, Matt. We're going somewhere where we won't be interrupted," he told me in a low voice. Mello gave Eva a short, fake smile as he walked past her. She just smiled goofily and waved after us. Wow, she was drunk. I hope no one takes advantage of that…

Mello and I finally made it to the back door, after weaving through countless couples in the backyard. His hand was still holding mine as he rushed up the stairs. I started to get nervous all over again. Outside, there are limits…boundaries. In a bedroom…not so much.

Mello found the first open bedroom he could find and quickly shut the door behind us. Before I could say or do anything, he had me pressed up against the door. I shoved all my nervous thoughts aside and kissed him. What was there to be nervous about? This is exactly what I wanted…right?

I felt for the doorknob and locked it before I picked Mello up and collapsed on the bed with him. He quickly used this opportunity to pull my shirt off and toss it to the floor. I did the same for him, craving to feel his skin against mine. He pulled me into a laying position and climbed on top of me. His eyes were obviously filled with hunger as they swept over my body. This made me want him even MORE, if that was even possible.

Mello smiled at my obvious thirst for him and brought his lips to my ear. At first I thought he was going to tell me something, but I soon felt his lips slowly make their way down my neck. I trembled at the pleasure and gasped as his teeth nibbled softly on the skin. His hands moved up and down my torso gently, but quickly, wanting to feel every inch of me. My fingers lost themselves in his honeyed hair.

I have never felt pleasure like this before. Not in my whole life. With anyone or anything. Mello was the cure, the antidote, the remedy, the answer to all my wanting. No one could fill that hole I had like he could. No one could replace him, not now, not ever.

"Matt," Mello whispered up against my ear. The feeling of his breath against my bare skin made me weak. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you, Mello," I whispered back immediately. His thumb caressed my nipple for half a second, making my grip tighten on his hair.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked, kissing my chest. I couldn't tell if this was another test or not, but at this point I didn't even care about any of that. I just wanted him. All of him.

"I want you to do whatever the fuck you want to me," I responded, trying to get him to stop teasing me. It was killing me.

"Whatever I want? Are you sure?" he asked with a smirk on his face. I was probably going to regret this, but I nodded submissively…

A/N: Aaaaaaaaaaaand that's another cliff hanger. Review!