Mello had gotten home after a very bad day, and was trying to relax, sprawled on the couch, chocolate slowly melting on his tongue, his legs in Matt's lap, while the redhead was for once idle, lost in his thoughts.
"Not playing?" Mello asked, a bit surprised at the unusual lack of device in his boyfriend's hands.
"Nah." was all he got as an answer.
Shrugging, he resumed savouring his chocolate bar.
"WHAT?" Mello yelled all of a sudden. Matt had been glancing at him several time after he had seemed to come back on earth, each time with a growing smirk.
Matt turned to him with a full grin: "I thought you'd be Thor but no..."
"I'd be what?" Mello slid in a seated position, ready to punch if the answer wasn't one he liked.
"Of all the Avengers, I thought you'd be Thor, you know, blond, long hair, blue eyes, sexy as hell... but you're not..."
Mello cut him: "I'm not what? Be careful with your choice of words Mattie."
"Come on Mello, you're not exactly a mass of muscles, not like Thor I mean, because of course you have muscles and..." Matt was on a slippery path but he couldn't help but smirk.
"Whatever, then which Avenger would I be? And if you say the chick I'll punch you." Mello's eyes turned to slits; waiting for Matt's answer.
Matt stood up, and ran to the bedroom. "Hulk!" he yelled, before locking the door.
"WHAT?" Mello jumped over the back of the couch and began to pound on the door, "Hulk? How the fuck can you compare me to that gigantic green booger?"
"Do I really need to explain?" Matt squeaked from the other side of the door.
Mello breathed: "Okaaaaay. Get out. I won't punch you."
"Sure?"
"I'm not green anymore, you're safe."
Matt peeped through a tiny slit of the door he had just opened before sliding out of the bedroom.
Mello was back on the couch, brooding.
The redhead sat at his previous place, and noticed that his boyfriend was actually starting to smirk.
"Tony Stark. I am Tony Stark. It's obvious." said Matt, knowing where Mello's thoughts were actually going at that instant.
"You wish."
Matt whined: "Why not? He's a great techie, I am a great techie. He's a genius, I am a genius and..."
"You're nowhere near his inflated ego. If anything, you're exactly the opposite." Mello stated.
Matt stayed silent, now he was the one brooding.
Minutes passed, the clock ticking the only sound breaking the silence.
"I'm totally Stark." Matt said suddenly, pouting.
"You're Hawkeye. Definitely." Mello answered, crossing his legs.
"Huh? This was the last I would have thought of..." Matt tried to figure out why Mello's choice set on the Barton guy, but he really had no clue.
"First, you're the average guy with no superpowers but with amazing skills you only gained by yourself. Second, you're more of a background character, but you're indispensable AND you're even more mysterious and sexy because of that. And third..." Mello crawled on all four, pushing the redhead on the cushions of the couch, hovering over him, "you've got someone to fuck in the movie."
Mello slid his hand behind Matt's head, immediately engaging in a deep and wet kiss, before beginning to tug on his shirt.
"And you say you're not the chick?" Matt mumbled in the kiss, his cheeky comment earning him a knee in the balls: "OUCH!"
"Don't wake my green half Robin Hood."