When I'm Up - Great Big Sea

Notes: ... Um, yeah. Total pointless fluff. Matt being persistently horny. I'm still not sure whether to hit my head against a wall or be vaguely amused by this one, so I'll let you guys decide. Ahahaha...

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"The water's great~" Matt sang out, sinking into the hot spring up to his chin. "Come on in, Mel."

"I don't want to," Mello said, sitting with knees drawn up on the edge of the pool, towel barely doing its duty for decency. Sweat was already beading on his skin from his proximity to the water.

"Come on, Mel, what's the point of coming all the way out to a traditional Japanese onsen and booking our own pool so no one will stare at us and then not even getting in the water?" Matt slid over, rested his chin on the ledge beside Mello, glancing up through a damp fringe of hair. His eyes were sparkling and animated, for once, and Mello could see them clearly. The steam had forced him to remove his precious goggles.

"Public baths are disgusting," Mello said. "You don't know what people have done in here, Matt."

"The water comes from a hot spring," Matt said patiently. "It's not like we're soaking in filth. All the used water flows out of the onsen facility, down the hill, and into the river, establishing a unique heat-resistant ecology of biodiversity in the undisturbed pools and runoff streams."

"You have got to stop quoting that fucking guidebook, Matt. It's pissing me off."

Matt laughed, lifted one dripping hand and rested it on Mello's bare thigh. His touch there burned. Mello didn't think it was just the heat of the water. That made him even more determined not to join him. "You just don't want to get naked with me and take a bath together."

"Ass," snapped Mello, smacking his hand away, feeling his ears start to burn. "That's not it at all."

"Then get in the water," Matt said serenely, shaking his abused hand a little to ease the sting.

"Make me," Mello growled.

In retrospect, that was a bad thing to say.

Matt took him at his word and yanked him in. Mello, not having much in the way of body weight, was caught completely off-balance and went under immediately, bubbling furiously until Matt yanked him up. The moron was grinning at him. Somewhere under the water was Mello's towel, the one shield between them, and he really, really wanted to wipe that smile off of Matt's face right now, for daring to pull such a trick.

"I'll kill you," Mello informed Matt calmly, and Matt smiled, looped his arms companionably around Mello's neck.

"Sure you will," he said, and then he was leaning in, and this was why Mello hadn't wanted to get in the water, because baths made Matt frisky, and he kissed far too convincingly.

High on the heat, Mello kissed back, and the world spun about them with the stifling heat and suffocating thrill of desire rising from his stomach.

It felt so damn good. He'd known this was a bad idea, but somehow he couldn't make himself stop, even with Matt trailing amorous hands up and down his sides, his back, perhaps because of that. This was patently unfair.

But he was barely holding on now, and of course he knew that that was why Matt had insisted they come here, to take a break from Kira, to have a chance at capturing Mello's attention in the most effective way he knew. Of course he knew, but he was damned if he could do anything about it.

"Want to be one of those people that does things other people don't want to know about in a public bath?"

"Please."

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