"Matt. Matt. Matt."

Said mentioned boy, whose name was being repeated in an irritated monotone from across the room, made no response to the call. Instead he only stared at the book in his hands; he didn't appear to even be reading it, really, but how could you tell thanks to those chunky goggles he wore?

Huffing angrily Mello tossed his coat onto the chair and dropped his duffle bag to the floor before strutting across the room and shouting, "Matt! I'm gone for three weeks and you start ignoring me? What the hell?"

To Mello's utter disbelief Matt showed no sign that he had heard him, instead simply turning the page of his book in a rather lazy fashion. Mello huffed, cheeks burning with anger and slight humiliation at being ignored.

"Dammit, Matt, it's not my fault you weren't allowed to go on the damn trip!" Mello snapped, pulling off his boot in a fit of anger and, in a split second decision fueled by rage, chucked it violently towards the redhead, glaring after it as it connected with the side of the other boy's head.

Mello continued death-glaring at him as he yelped in shock and pain, but it was hard not to smile when the ever-durable boy leapt to his feet, spinning around in a whirl and automatically shifting into an exaggerated ninja-pose and an attempt at a threatening glare on his face.

Mello's bewilderment grew as Matt's glower suddenly vanished upon seeing Mello there, melting off his face to make room for a bright-eyed, excited glow of a grin, as if he were just realizing Mello had returned. The blonde's glare was replaced by a disbelieving stare as Matt rocketed across the room, tackling Mello into a bear-hug and practically shrieked, "Mello! You're back! I missed you!"

"Matt, you're so freaking loud, what the hell?" the still-irritated Mello cried, shoving with grand effort out of Matt's death-grip. Matt gave Mello a hurt look as he scuttled back a few steps and gave him a glare.

After a moment, Matt's gaze went downcast. "Sorry, Mell," Matt said, still much louder than normal; his voice sounded strange, but not so much that Mello didn't secretly relish in the sound of it's familiar ring.

"Don't you know anything…?" Mello grumbled, rubbing his wrist in a pouting fashion. "Fucking bastard… hurt my ears and my hand why don't you…?" And my feelings… "Why'd you ignore me at first, huh?"

"What? What was that?" Matt inquired or, rather, shouted, clearly confused. Before Mello could either colorfully cuss him out and/or repeat himself Matt laughed rather bemusedly and explained, "Oh, sorry, Mells, did I not tell you in my e-mails?" By the blank look Mello gave him, he hadn't. "Well, this week Nix invited me to go to this band concert, and I guess I got too close to a speaker because it blared in my ear during this wicked guitar solo and now I can't hear shit these last couple of days."

Mello took this moment to stare at him, bewildered by this knowledge. Somehow, though, the only thing he managed to utter was, "You were on a date with Nix?" he inquired, louder this time as to let Matt hear him.

Matt rolled his eyes, hearing the jealous tone. "Naw, he's got a boyfriend," he laughed in his overly-loud voice, then winked at Mello as he added, "And so do I." Mello scoffed. "Anyway he just invited anyone who got ditched from the trip. Linda, Veil, and a few other people tagged along too."

"Ah. Sounds fun," Mello said blankly, jealousy leaking into his voice despite his efforts. He hadn't enjoyed himself much on the trip - it was interesting, sure, but during the downtime his only companion was that dinny Near, since by some horrid hell-sent variable they had been deemed roommates for the trip. "Wish I'd been there."

Matt clearly didn't hear him, smiling at him in a rather stupid (though adorable) fashion. Mello laughed, rolling his eyes. "So, you're really deaf in one ear, huh? Sucks for you," Mello practically shouted. Matt nodded.

"Yuperoo," he replied, plopping down on the couch with a sigh. "You could say anything you want in that ear and I wouldn't hear you at all. Major inconvenience really…"

Mello paused, staring at Matt for a moment before letting a broad, mischievous grin spread across his face, blue eyes dancing in a cheeky fashion. "Huh… anything?" Mello inquired slowly.

Matt eyed him suspiciously. "Yeahhh…" he replied carefully. "Anything… why…?"

Mello didn't reply directly, instead sliding onto the couch beside the other. Matt gave him a quizzical look as he scooted further and further forward, closer so that his face dipped towards the other's face, blonde hair falling to tickle Matt's neck.

Matt held his breath as Mello brushed red hair away from his ear. With a small, sly smile Mello leaned even closer, so that Matt could feel his warm breath inside as he whispered, "I missed you so much I couldn't stand it, Matty… and on that second week when you sent me that picture… the one of you being all cute and dorky? I felt so lonely I felt sick… and do you know how hard it is to go without sex or anything for three weeks? I had to masturbate four times, and once I'm almost positive Near heard me form the bathroom… stupid dinny… but man, I missed you…" Mello giggled quietly into his ear. "You know… it's all I can do not to just jump you and rape you right here on the couch."

Matt turned red as soon as Mello finished his little speech, leaving Mello puzzled as Matt squeaked, "Uh, Mel?"

Mello smirked. "Yeah?"

Matt squeezed his eyes shut, blushing madly in a shade to challenge his hair, and squeaked, "Um… wrong ear."

Mello's face reddened.

"Oh."

A/N: Umm… what is this…? I really don't know. I wrote it in Study Hall a few days ago, found it, and decided to post it. Viola.