Oh holy 1-UP mushrooms :O Did I really get this done in time for my own deadlines? Yay! So, this is sorta fluffy and pointless, but Matt's gonna be back to school next chapter! MUA HA HA!

Disclaimer - Look, I don't own it, ok? D:

Warnings - Fluff ahead? I dunno :D

Enjoy XD

"So… Why did L let me stay, anyway?"

"Oh… Well, that wasn't L. It was his… boyfriend. Don't laugh!" The warning comes while I try to stifle a small chuckle. My weird, creepy councilor's gay? Well this is priceless. "Matt, it's not that funny, that kid just came to save your sorry ass from a fate worse than death – the foster care system. And all the other bullshit that comes with it."

I gotta say, he's got a good point. Although, it's not the 'system' I'm worried about at all. It's the idea of leaving Mello. It'd tear me apart, I swear on my Red Bull and video games it would. I don't wanna live without Mello… I mean, who the hell could live up to him now? No-one. Seriously, it's just not possible! Honestly.

"Anyway. Basically, L's little teenage lover-boy wanted to save you from a life of ultimate desolation. I mean, they're in pretty much our situation, same ages and shit, so he just didn't want L to go and fuck everyone's lives up again. They're happy together, but I think L was just looking out for you. I mean, he thinks he knows me, but honestly… You're just perfect, I could never hurt you or anything, honestly."

I have to say, that's a decent sized mini-speech. Does that mean L has vaguely pedophilic tendencies as well? Actually, scrap that, love is love, fuck all else. That's sort of overdramatic by my standards… Oh well. Who gives a damn anyway?

Mello looks slightly worried, as he seems to do a lot lately, so it take it upon myself to readjust my position so that I'm happily curled up on his lap in a way I'm starting to really get accustomed to, before leaning up to lightly press a kiss to his mouth, moving away and jumping to my feet before his hormones can take control. And then a rather wonderful idea hit me.

"Hey, why don't I make cake?" He looks faintly surprised, and I don't blame him… Last time I made cake, I ended up slamming his face in the uncooked mixture… But it should work out better this time. I mean, I shouldn't freak out if he decides my neck would make a nice lollipop. Because hey, that's just Mello all over… Trying to distract me sexually while I attempt to do something nice for him. Ah well… It's not like it matters or anything.

He nods slowly, chuckling a little, before hauling himself overdramatically to his feet and catching hold of my hand, and bodily dragging me into the kitchen. I guess it's gonna be a chocolate cake then…

I have to say, with the cake finally in the oven, I feel quite proud of myself. I mean, I braved many sexual encounters – aka Mello grabbing my ass, my crotch, kissing me, kissing various different parts of me, etc – and even managed to not kill myself slipping on spilt mixture; Mello caught me and used the opportunity to grope me quite a lot.

So, there's a cake cooking away happily, a smirking Mello and a horny me… Which can obviously only lead to one thing. Duh, tabletop making out.

It doesn't take a particularly long amount of time before we're kissing in the middle of the messier-than-usual kitchen, and less time for him to carefully pick me up and place me on the tabletop, my legs winding around his waist as my arms go around his neck, his hands resting at my hips while I struggle to bring our bodies closer. I don't do too badly, and we're almost entirely on top of the table, bodies rocking lightly against each other as I fight back – and lose too – numerous moans, my body almost entirely under the command of Mello's soft touches. Fucking sex god, that'd be him.

Of course, we're snapped out of our rather sexual daze by the timer going off for the cake. So now we have to get off the counter and get it. I realise pretty fast that I now have chocolate spread all over my ass, and as much as I wouldn't mind taking up Mello's offers to remove my pants, I figure it might be better to keep them on. For the sake of cake eating.

Naturally, my accidental spreading of chocolate all over my jeans is forgotten as the cake's removed from the oven, the sheer chocolate scent permeating the room in seconds, and obviously brainwashing Mello. I mean fuck, he's practically drooling all over it! Not that doing that would stop me from eating it… Heh. Well come on, I've had the guy inside me, who gives a shit about a bit of spit?

Anyway. Sighing, he ignores me while I attempt to tell him he needs to wait for it to cool down, instead grabbing plates and a knife and pulling both me and the interestingly chocolatey concoction towards the couch so that we can sit and devour it. Well, he'll probably do most of the devouring…

I'm proved wrong, as per usual, when he carefully slices part of the cake off between each of his own bites to carefully feed to me as well, his fingers barely brushing over my lips, but feeling like small shocks to my currently overexcited system, making my head reel and my heart lurch. Yup, teenage love syndrome. Incredibly dangerous if not treated…

Not that I'd want to stop being thoroughly and insanely in love with Mello. Hell knows, I enjoy it! How could I not… I mean, he's sexy, incredibly, and apparently infatuated with me. I don't understand it, but I definitely don't object. Who the hell would? I mean, sexy blond bombshell in leather, ready for anything at anytime. Not that I think of him like that… Actually, I'm content now, just sitting, cuddling, and pointlessly feeding each other cake and giggling. It's fun.

Hell knows, we'd probably look insane to anyone else, but that's half the hilarity of it, right? Yeah… Damn do I love this guy… Heh. We pretty much get through half the freaking cake before we finally stop, instead settling down – with me on his lap, as is apparently usual for us – to watch crappy movies on TV. Hey, we're just your average, possibly pedophilic couple.

What could possibly go wrong?

Ok.. I'll be honest. I'm actually running out of ideas now... so please, I'm begging! Give me ideas, tell me what you'd like to see, the fate of this fic is in your hands :O how dramatic XD But seriously D: I'm running out of inspiration fast.. D: So yeah.. Just throw ideas and thoughts at me, and maybe Matt and Mello will have more tabletop moments? XD bribery, I can't believe I've sunk so low xD

Anyway, I'll stop rambling now, let the rubber duckies live forever! Until next time :D