A/N v.2: When I first typed it up, I did it on an iPad, and it completely screwed up the document that I sent to myself. But I finally got it retyped, so no harm done, lol. We hit the halfway point in this chapter, just fyi. This is pretty much the longest chapter in the fic, I think. The entire fic was pretty spontaneous, if it isn't obvious already. But like I said before, it's my baby, and I love it. Thanks for the reviews. Happy reading! :)
Chapter 5
Matt was enjoying a nice, deep, peaceful slumber. His memories were a haze, and the only thing he could remember was a lot of pain, but thankfully the pain had disappeared pretty fast. Now all that remained was a nice, deep rest. Matt felt a small smile grace his lips as he sank deeper into the comfort that sleep offered.
And then suddenly there was something on his lips. Something soft and warm and thick and luscious, that Matt recognized as a pair of lips, and the lips pressed insistently on his own, and they were so warm and delicious, and Matt couldn't help but press back, and it was so good and pleasurable and just so NICE...
Until the lips were pulled away.
Matt whined at the loss of contact, but didn't open his eyes. But the kiss had served to bring him back to consciousness, and he suddenly realized that whoever had just kissed him had had the privilege of taking his first kiss. But that was okay, since whoever it was obviously cared about him, and Matt had the feeling that he cared about them too, but as he didn't know who it was that had kissed him, he couldn't be sure. So he slowly opened his eyes to look at the person who had taken his first kiss.
Somehow, it wasn't really a surprise that Matt was looking straight at Mello. But it stung a bit that Mello looked like he had just kissed a piranha. Matt couldn't quite speak yet, so he let out a small whine, and hoped his eyes were conveying the hurt he felt.
"You kissed back," Mello whispered. "I didn't... I didn't think... you felt about me... that way..."
Matt was slowly regaining the power of speech. "I... Well, I didn't know... I felt that way... either... until just now..." And they gazed deep into each other's eyes, trying to show the honesty they felt.
And then suddenly Mello's mouth was on Matt's again, and the two boys were nothing but a mess of flying hair and limbs as they kissed passionately over and over again. It seemed neither teen could get enough as mouth clashed with mouth, tongue battled with tongue, and moans were heard from both parties.
Of course, neither boy realized that they were in a hospital where the doctors and nurses were probably checking all of Matt's vitals, anxiously awaiting a change. So when the motherly nurse awkwardly cleared her throat in the doorway, both boys jumped apart with identical guilt-ridden faces. Now, for Mello, this wasn't such a big deal, as he had the entire room at his disposal. But for Matt, this was something completely different, as he was lying on a bed, and so when he jumped back, he bumped his head rather hard.
"Ow..." he groaned, bringing up a hand to rub his head. The nurse just sighed and walked forward to check the monitors.
"Well, considering what you two were doing just a few moments ago, the spike in your heartbeat isn't totally unwarranted," she said, completely ignoring the heated blush rising on Mello's face. "But you sure had us going for a minute there," she continued with a chuckle. "All your vitals just suddenly went all erratic! Now, I'm not going to lecture you because a) I'm not either of your mothers, and b) I was a teenager with raging hormones too once upon a time, but next time, try and remember your surroundings, okay?"
Mello gave a nervous chuckle. "Sure thing, ma'am," he said in an uncharacteristic show of politeness.
Although Matt has been discharged easily, there was still a problem yet to be taken care of.
"Dammit!" Matt yelled suddenly in the car. "I missed my plane!"
"I'm sure they would let you get another ticket, seeing as you were shot and all," Mello said in response, expertly hiding the sadness he felt at the prospect of Matt leaving.
Matt blushed. "It's not that. It's just that... I don't have enough money to pay for everything by myself. I an orphan without a steady job, you know? It's not like I earn a lot of money."
Mello breathed a silent sigh of relief. 'My Matty can stay!' he thought. And then, 'Wait, what the hell? MY Matty? Since when has he been mine? I haven't even asked him out yet! And why the hell would I call him MATTY? Surely I could come up with a better pet name! And why am I even thinking of pet names? We're not dating!' Scaring himself more and more with each new thought, Mello screamed at his brain to shut up and instead concentrated on replying to Matt. Surprisingly, an answer arose easily, and he barely had to think at all. "No problem," he said. "I'll pay for you."
Matt looked horrified. "I can't possibly let you do that! Not least because I'll never be able to repay you!"
Mello shrugged. "It'll be complimentary, then. Free of charge. On the house. Whatever you want to call it."
Matt looked resigned. It seemed he had accepted he wasn't going to win this. 'Smart move,' thought Mello.
"Fine," said Matt. "You win."
Back at the hotel, the two teens were left in a state of unfulfillment due to their interrupted activities in the hospital. However, neither boy wanted to risk worsening Matt's condition by picking up where they left off. So they locked themselves up in their respective rooms, unsuccessfully trying to stave off temptation. Mello soon found a solution. He nimbly dialed Matt's room.
"Hey there, sexy," he said in a sultry voice. "Come join me tonight."
"Huh? Oh! Just tell me where and when, precious," Matt replied, mimicking Mello's husky tones, quickly catching on to his little game.
"Eight o'clock. Il Buco. Dress nice," Mello said, still using the same smoky voice. Then he hung up, leaving Matt to wonder how he had gotten reservations to the nicest restaurant in town.
Matt quickly dug through his suitcase, sending clothes flying everywhere. He pulled out the black dress shirt and dark skinny jeans nestled at the very bottom, thanking God that he tried to be prepared for every situation. He completed the outfit with a pair of black leather shoes.
When Matt arrived at Il Buco, he almost didn't recognize Mello. The blonde was wearing all leather: snug leather vest, lace-up leather pants, leather shoes, and most like leather boxers. He was leaning against the wall, biting off a chunk of chocolate and perfectly pulling off the I'm-a-bad-boy-so-don't-screw-with-me-unless-I-let- you look. Frankly, he looked like a sex god.
Matt let out a soft wolf whistle as he approached. "Care to let me tap that?" he asked as Mello pushed off the wall.
"Whenever you want, gorgeous," Mello replied, teasingly running a sharp fingernail sown Matt's cheek.
"Mmm…" Matt closed his eyes in pleasure and leaned into the touch. Then he reluctantly pulled away and flicked Mello's nose. "C'mon sexy, let's go eat."
Luckily, Mello had been able to get them a private booth. The moment the waiter had left, the two boys started kissing—chastely, of course. They were interrupted when they got their food, and Matt's inherent curiosity took the time to make an appearance.
"So, tell me about yourself," he said.
Mello tensed, but relaxed just as quickly. "Well, he began hesitantly, a bitter glint entering his eyes as they dropped to his food. "I'm an orphan. I was born in Winchester, but my parents…they didn't want me. I was an accident, born because of a broken condom. They were too poor to support me, so they gave me to an orphanage. There was only one kid who liked an me, and he was the only kid I liked. The rest of us hated each other. Eventually, I just got so sick and tired of it all, of the hate, the distrust, the absolute f***ing stupidity, that I flew here. I've been here for about a year now, taking odd jobs when I get them. I lived with my girlfriend for a while, but she got tired of me and broke up with me about a week ago, so I'm staying at the hotel until I can find an apartment. Then I met you, and here we are." He glared at his food, bracing himself for the pitying remark that was sure to come.
But Matt was frozen with his fork halfway to his mouth and his lips moving silently as he connected the dots. "It's you…" he whispered. "He was talking about you…"
Mello looked up in concern. "Matt?"
Matt abruptly straightened up. "It was Near, wasn't it? The one person who didn't hate you was Near."
Now it was Mello's turn to freeze. "How did you know?"
Matt laughed hollowly. "I went to Wammy's, too, you know. Near's my best friend. At least, he was, until I met you. He mentioned you right before I left. You're leaving, too…. Only friend I have left…. It all adds up now. He didn't meet me for a few months after you left, Mello, and he must have been positively heartbroken. How could you do that to him?" Matt was whispering by now, shocked by the cruelty in Mello's actions.
"I had to, don't you see?" Mello whispered back. "There was too much I hated, too much I never wanted to know again, that I was going to break. I had to, even if it meant leaving Near. I had to."
"Was it so hard to stay a few more years? Just to make sure Near would be okay? You could have waited until he was old enough to leave legally, then taken him with you!" Matt returned.
"You know what? Yes, it was that important. And besides, it doesn't even matter now, does it?"
"That was the last straw for Matt. He threw a few bills on the table, affectively paying for his meal. "If this is the way you treat the people who care about you, I don't want anything to do with you," he said disgustedly. Then he got up and stormed out of the restaurant, leaving a heartbroken Mello behind.
