Boring Nights
Summary: The nights in Wammy's house are boring, so Matt decides to take things into his own hands- literally. And who should happen to walk in on him but Mello?
Nights in the Wammy House could be boring. In fact, more than boring, they could be deathly quiet. Matt, unfortunately, was not a fan of the silence, nor the quiet, and it was just because of that, that he'd already finished the game he brought the previous day, and was being forced to reply old games, which wasn't really his favourite thing to do. After almost two hours delved into Mirrors Edge, the male tossed his PSP onto the couch, bringing an arm over his face with a deliberately loud groan of irritation.
To bad no one was there to hear it.
Finally convincing his legs to move, the red-haired genius slipped himself off the couch and jerked his towel of his wardrobe door, slipping into the bathroom and turning on the shower, discarding his clothing to one side and soon showering himself beneath the jet of warm water, his eyes closed, soaking away his irritation and boredom.
After a moment of this, he brought his hand lower, grimacing at himself. It wasn't the first time he'd found himself jacking off in the shower. When someone was the type to avoid social activity, it wasn't surprising he wasn't getting enough-Or, more rather, anything other than his own hand. The only unusual thing, was as of late, his mind had slowly begun to wander from the usual big-breasted women, and reluctantly, he'd come to admit, the only thing he'd been thinking about lately, was sex.
Sex with other men.
Mello had been wondering around the corridors (against the rules, but since when did Mello care?), and noticed Matt. He would've called out to him, but then the chances of him getting caught would have increased exponentially. Instead, he just followed, noticing that Matt was heading to the showers. He was a little behind the boy, about ten or twelve meters and they were moving at the same speed, so it wasn't a surprise to Mello that he arrived a good three or four minutes later than Matt.
But what did surprise him was the sight that awaited him.
Mello had never seen anyone do that before. Sure, he'd done it to himself-once, just to see what all the fuss was about, but he'd never actually seen anyone else jerk off. This was his excuse for freezing when he saw what Matt was doing. He knew, that if he didn't move soon, he would be seen, but still, his body did not respond how he was asking it to.
It responded in an entirely different way. For the first time in a long time, Mello was glad that his pants were tight to begin with, and that an erection was rarely visible within the confines of those articles.
Sometimes Matt's lack of awareness could be a curse. Well, not sometimes, but most of the times. This time in particular. The red-head was much too wrapped up in his 'activities' to notice he had a guest. His fingers wrapped around his length as he continued, looking flushed at the most, his teeth buried into his lower lip to smother the sounds that could have possibly given him away.
The last thing he wanted was for someone to walk in and see that sort of thing.
After only a few more moments of this, his breathing deepened, and his eyes closed themselves tightly as he came, moaning softly and spilling over his fingers, luckily only to be washed away by the jet of water seconds later. However, as bad as the feeling that he was doing this over men was, the worst was yet to come, and glancing up to find the soap, his eyes fixed on Mello.
"Ah-What the hell!?" He cried, defensively jerking his towel off the towel rack and wrapping it around his waist, his free hand shutting off the water, his and Mello's breathing the only thing that occupied the area around them, Matt too embarrassed to break the silence
Mello's eyes had been as wide as saucers when he had frozen, and they now looked up at Matt, meeting his eyes only once before he fled, running out of the room, not looking back. He didn't know what was wrong with him. Why was he aroused by that!. It wasn't normal! Mello figured that if he had run in on anyone else, he would have likely thrown up, so why was he so hard form seeing Matt?
He ran until he could run no further, then ducked into the nearest unoccupied room. He was in a bathroom in the east wing – the other side of the building from where they had been. He moved into one of the cubicles and sat on the toilet, locking the door and bringing his knees up.
Panting heavily, he tried to get his thoughts into order, but every time he tried to think about anything, all he could see was Matt- Matt coming to completion. He couldn't stop thinking about it, and by now, he was as hard as stone, and very confused.
But he couldn't do what Matt had done. Not over him. That was just...wrong. No. Mello decided that he would wait it out, he would think horrible thoughts and then go back to his room, and pretend it never happened....that would work...right?
Right. Think. Wammy in a bikini... That did it. Mello gave it a few moments, just to be sure, then stood and left the room, returning to his own. Luckily, he didn't run into Matt on the way. Hopefully he wouldn't be waiting for him in his room...
Slipping back to his own room, Matt collapsed on his bed, now fully clothed, his cheeks flushed a light pink. God. There was no way he was doing that again. Not after Mello had seen him. He could only imagine the hell he was going to get for that. Bringing his pillow over his head as if to smother himself under it, he yelled something inaudible into it before tossing it resentfully at the door.
He could sneak up to Mello's room and ask the other not to say anything to anyone. Unlikely. Since when had Mello given a shit about anything someone said to him. Even if they were friends, he doubted that would change anything. It was a good thing he hadn't known just what Matt was jerking off over. That would have been beyond embarrassing.
Rolling onto his stomach, the red-haired male groaned. This would be bad. The only person Matt hung out with was Mello. It would seem weird if he suddenly stopped. Not only that, but they usually studied together. And since Matt was the only one Mello didn't fight with when he was paired with them, he and Mello had opted to do most of their paired work together.
"Stupid-Stupid hormones! Stupid PSP," He huffed, as if blaming the PSP for being boring enough to allow him for doing that, and with a last grumble into his pillow, he closed his eyes resentfully, not eager to greet the next day.
Mello hadn't slept all that well that night. Every time he came close, the image of Matt touching himself, caressing himself. Mello would force himself to think of something else. Eventually, Mello had fallen asleep and woke up, Matt's name on his tongue and a strange dampness between his legs.
A wet dream. How embarrassing!? Mello had thumped his pillow before getting changed, throwing his clothes in the trash rather than explaining to the laundry workers. He looked at the clock as he changed into cleaner clothes, and groaned. 5am. There was no sense in going back to bed for an hour.
If he'd ever been up early before, it was rare. And on those times, he'd go to Matt. Matt would've listened to anything Mello wanted to say, and know what it was that had really happened. But this time, he couldn't.
I mean, who goes to your best friend and says, "Sorry to wake you, but I just couldn't help but notice you jerk off yesterday, it made me hot and bothered and down right horney and every time I tried to sleep I'd think of you and get hard. I ended up having a wet dream and now want to hang out with you, okay?"
Yeah, like that was going to happen. Instead, Mello sat and did something he rarely did without Matt. He studied. It didn't really take his mind off Matt as well as he hoped, but at least it stopped his hormones from kicking in.
Matt on the other hand, had slept moderately well, waking up almost exactly at six in the morning, glad for the chance to head out for a walk. Bringing his goggles amongst his mess of hair and scooping his PSP out of his pocket, he headed out of the building and into the cold. The grass was slightly damp from a night of raining, and the air was cold, but none of it seemed to register in his mind. Matt was too busy trying to figure out a way to make everything normal again. He could deal with a mild amount of teasing because of it, but the last thing he wanted was to be stuck as the odd pair, studying on his own, because everyone knew he couldn't keep his mind on studying unless someone was forcing him too.
Finally he decided on a plan. A plan so easy, so fool proof, it was a wonder he hadn't thought of it before. This plan? Pretend it had never happened. Yep, maybe if he did that, Mello would do the same, and soon they'd forget about the whole incident. And with that in mind, the male strode up to his friends room, music playing through the headphones he had hung around his neck, his PSP jammed into his pocket as he opened the door to Mello's room. He knew from previous times, that Mello didn't bother locking his door. No one was stupid enough to try and sneak into his room without consequences.
"Yo-Morning," Matt greeted in his casual manner, flopping across Mello's bed in a lazed way, arching a brow, "A little early for study?" He questioned with a short grin, struggling to keep his cheeks a normal colour, while embarrassment ate away at him. He only had to get one normal response out of Mello to confirm the unspoken agreement that the previous night had been nothing more than a nightmare. Just one response and he was in the clear.
Mello had jumped half a mile when Matt entered the room. When the redhead sat down on his bed, he paled a little, remembering what had happened to him last night in that bed...which he hadn't changed the sheets of yet. Only his pyjamas. Then, with the memory of what had happened there came the memory of why, and Mello's face turned a deep shade of pink. He quickly looked away, and crossed his legs, staying silent and pretending to continue to study. He wasn't trying to be mean to Matt, he just knew that if he tried to talk right now, his voice would come out in a squeak.
Looking down at his work, he tried hard to think about nothing but math, but then, math was only one letter different from Matt... Damn it! What had gotten into him? Why couldn't he let this go? Why couldn't he forget? And why did he suddenly want to have a repeat of the shower incident, but with his hands there instead of Matt's.
Mello's face flushed even darker.
Matt grimaced. This wasn't what he expected. He'd expected Mello to want to forget, just as much as he wanted to, but apparently, things just weren't that easy. "Uhm, so-How far into the Math homework are you? I haven't even started-I got this new game on the PSP, Mirrors Edge-Awesome game, so I haven't really gotten around to work," He murmured sheepishly. This would have been a normal conversation, had Mello been snapping at him for interrupting his studying, or insisting Matt do his work, instead of trying to copy off Mello, which in all fairness he hadn't once done-Well, okay. Once, but it was for history. And really, when would history ever be useful to his life. He didn't want to be one of those stuffy old men who stood in a museum, explaining what this and that was.
This clearly wasn't going to be easy-And exactly why was the bed damp? That aside, he decided to ignore whatever coffee stain, or soda spillage at his knee, and focus on the main problem.
"Fine-I was doing, you-know-what-But it's not that different from what every guy does-It was only bad cause you were up at that hour and happen to…Y'know-But can't we forget about it?" He complained quietly, "It's not like it's done anything-I mean, yeah. I must've blinded you, but c'mon.." He insisted, heaving a sigh. "Can we just pretend it didn't happen? It's embarrassing enough, without having to talk
about it like this," He mumbled.
"You're the one talking..." Mello said quietly. "Um...You might not want to sit there..." He muttered. Matt had embarrassed himself enough, time for Mello to return the favour. "It's not food..." He still didn't look at Matt, but carried on with his homework, waiting for Matt's reaction. "Didn't get a chance to clean up when I woke up..."
Oh, neither of them were going to live this down- not for a very long time. His face was a lot darker red now.
"Not food?" Matt murmured, quirking his brow. It took a moment, but Matt wasn't so clueless as to not put two and two together. "You mean-Aw, man," He complained, sitting up, making sure not to put himself back in the spot again. "Uhm.." He paused, that was a little more than awkward. Mello had gone and had a wet dream after he'd seen Matt in the shower. If he hadn't known Mello as well as he thought he did, he would have assumed something bad. But not Mello, definitely. He was straight. There was no way he was into guys...Was there?
"So-...We still gonna talk, or.." Matt struggled, "This is really hard to talk about.." He snorted, "I didn't think I'd have to talk to my friend over this," He scoffed, trying to lighten the mood.
"So don't talk." Mello told him, "I saw you do that, I had a wet dream, what is there to talk about? Nothing that's what. Let's do some math!" He was avoiding the subject, he knew it. He wasn't acting normal, but this wasn't a normal time.
Mello was beginning to question his sexuality, he knew he wasn't gay. Or at least, he thought he knew. Now that he thought about it, he couldn't remember the last time he'd thought of a girl as hot, or even remotely attractive, yet here he was, having spent the night fantasizing about his best friend. Yes, that was the right word, fantasize.
"You-Wait.." Matt paused, "Did you have a wet dream, just because. Or...Because you saw me doing...That," He said, his voice filled with confusion. Well expecting to be hit for that remark, there was no way. But, it seemed a little strange to admit that a person had a wet dream after seeing their best mate, same gender, jerking off in the shower.
If it wasn't a coincidence, then this was definitely a lot more awkward than just the other night. Or at least a close second.
"Mello, are you-..Into guys?"
Mello flushed and shrugged, trying to feign nonchalance. "How would I know, I've never really thought about it." At least this part was true. He'd never really thought deeply into it, he'd just assumed that he wasn't gay, that he was normal.
But it seems he was wrong. "Would it be wrong if I were?" He asked quietly before shaking his head. "This isn't math! We need to study, we have an exam tomorrow, remember?" An exam that didn't mean anything, wasn't worth any marks.
Usually, Mello wouldn't give two damns about a mock test, but today, he was going full belt, studying , because it was either study, or talk about –that-.
"Nuh-uh. No way, I want a straight answer-You saw me jerking off, at least give me an answer that doesn't include excuses about homework," Matt grumbled, "The fact you didn't answer me with a whack over the head, or a straight out insult, is suspicious," He spoke up. Yeah, he could be dumb at times, but there was a reason he was third most intelligent. He understood two things. Computers, and peoples minds. Mostly Mello's, but still.
"Did you have a wet dream over me?" He asked openly. Wow. It was definitely one of those questions he never thought he'd have to ask, and he could feel his cheeks were heated up, but no way he was going to drop the subject without an answer.
Mello just stayed silent, not answering. To lie would be seen through. That's one thing Matt always beat him at. He knew when people were lying. But to answer truthfully was sure embarrassment. So instead, Mello just sat there, staring at the legs of the table, doing nothing to say yes or no. He knew what conclusion Matt would draw, but it would always just be a conclusion, not a solid fact.
So he stayed quiet, willing for Matt to drop it, to leave it be. Really, some things don't need to be said, not between friends, certainty not between two [i]male[/i] friends. He refused to look at Matt- he'd be able to tell straight away.
So silence was his answer.
"Fine-Be like that," Matt grumbled, "You're such a pain sometimes-I mean, hell. I've embarrassed myself beyond words unintentionally last night, and you don't even have the nerve to tell me the truth," He complained. "Sometimes I just-..Gah! Whatever," He huffed, bringing himself to his feet.
"You really think I'd be that lousy of a friend to give you crap for being that way?" Matt muttered, "If I was going to do that, I wouldn't have been jerking off over guys in the shower last night," He blurted out. Swallowing quickly, "Screw it, I'm going back to my room-See you in class," He decided, getting to his feet and heading out of the room before he had the chance to say anything else stupid.
"I'm an idiot," He groaned.
Mello blinked a few times, confused and surprised. Wait, did he just say- "Fuck.." Mello swore under his breath. Running out of his room, he sprinted down the corridor and grabbed a hold of Matt, "Wait!" he yelled. Standing in front of him, he tried to think of something to say. "Just...come inside for a bit?" He settled on finally. "You're right, we should talk about this. And yes." He added quietly before heading back to his own room, not pausing to see if Matt was following. It would be up to him to decide.
Sighing, Matt followed the male back to his room, perching on the edge of his bed, still somewhat weary of the centre. "So...Yes?" He questioned, quirking his brow, "Cause-It's not like I mind..." He added, "I mean...I'm into guys, so, it's not really that weird anyway..." He murmured in an uncertain tone. Dammit. Why did he have to ask. It just made things much more awkward.
Internally scowling himself, he kept his eyes on the other male, waiting for some sort of response.
Mello sat on his chair at the desk and pulled his knees up to his chest. He looked at Matt with his chin on his knees. "I've never even thought about it before." He admitted. "Then last night...after seeing that. I couldn't get it out of my head and then...well..." He gestured to the sheets. It seemed his face was now going to be permanently red.
He shrugged, "And I didn't mean to walk in on you- it's not like I thought, 'hey, Matt's gonna be naked'" he ignored the slight hardening of his member at the thought, "'let's go perve and see what he does'. I was following you to talk to you, I didn't realize you were so far a head of me and already...well, started. I was gonna ask if you wanted to sneak out of the grounds..." He smirked slightly, "I guess we had a whole different sort of 'coming out', huh." He sighed.
Who would have thought they'd [i]both[/i] be gay? Maybe it wasn't a coincidence... Mello stopped that train of thought before it got any further. Last thing he needed was to have another dream like last night.
"I didn't think you did," Matt laughed, "I figured it was an accident," He smiled, leaning back against the wall, his hands in his lap. "Although, I didn't think you were into guys until now.." He grinned in a teasing manner, "Just kidding," He added quickly, holding up his hands in a defensive manner. "Yeah, you're telling me.." He murmured, trailing off and leaning his head back against the wall, closing his eyes with a short sigh, cracking open one eye.
"You're not going to be awkward around me-Right..Cause I don't, y'know, mind that you...Over me," He flushed.
Mello bit his lip. "I dunno..." He shrugged, "I guess not..." He wasn't quite sure why he was still slightly awkward around the other, but he would make an effort. "Though what if-never mind." Mello turned even darker red when he changed his mind about what he was going to say. Matt didn't need to know that...
"We should really do some homework, we really do have a test tomorrow..." He said, trying to distract Matt from his near statement.
"You didn't just try to distract me with homework, did you?" Matt asked surprised, raising a brow, "I thought you knew I basically shut down as soon as you say that word," He grinned, propping his chin on his elbow, "So what were you gonna say?" He asked, "And don't even try the homework thing again, cause I know enough about that paper to know there are no credits involved what so ever, so it doesn't matter if we do it or not," He added.
"You wouldn't keep something from me, would you?"
Mello glared at Matt, "You can be an ass sometimes." He said with no real malice behind the words. "You know I don't want to say..." He sighed, "that-" he looked away, "Istillhaveresidualfeelingsleftfrommydreamandamtryinghardnottojumpyou." He spoke in a rush, cursing at the colour his face seemed to be taking. "See, you didn't need to know that."
(( Mello says: I still have residual feelings left from my dream and am trying hard not to jump you.))
"I'm not an ass-And if you don't want to say things, you shouldn't start saying them. For someone whose supposed to be smart you-What!?" Matt paused, the words unscrambling themselves in his mind. For a moment, it was unclear out of which of the two was more red. Matt opened his mouth several times, attempting to say something before closing it quickly, burying his teeth into his bottom lip, attempting to prevent himself from spouting out something stupid. Something he'd usually say. Something like-
"Well why don't you?" That.
Mello stared at Matt for a full minute, doing a fish impression. His mouth was opening then closing as he tried to think of words to say. Finally, he managed a strangled "What!?" his eyes were as large as saucers as he tried to stop the blood flow from rushing down into one place. Unfortunately, he was unable to stop that.
He was now very pink, and very aroused.
He'd already dug himself into a hole. There was no point stopping. And apparently, it wasn't so much appalling, as it was arousing for Mello, so at least he knew it was a definite yes, and the need for a change of bed covers was entirely his fault. Fortunately, he could live with that.
"I said; why don't you?" Matt repeated, testing his luck and moving across the room, kneeling behind Mello and rubbing his shoulders lazily, an action that a few days ago he considered 'friendly'. Not as friendly as this, he assumed.
Mello shivered when Matt touched him, he leaned into it, almost by instinct. Moaning softly he closed his eyes. "Nn...maybe because we have lessons soon?" Mello suggested weakly. He leaned his head back and kissed Matt, as if it was the most normal thing to do in the world. Then his eyes widened as he realized what he was doing. Pulling away slightly, he stared at Matt.
Matt paused, almost surprised that Mello had responded, his hands lowering themselves from the others shoulders. "I shouldn't be-.." He mumbled, tugging at his fingers uncomfortably, almost blaming himself for doing that to Mello. "You don't have to-I was being a prat," He spoke sheepishly, ruffling his hair. "I guess we better get ready for class," He complained, toying with his goggles in a bored manner.
His mind wouldn't make itself up. Part of it wanted to continue, but almost immediately the other part told him he was forcing this, and he sure as he didn't want to do that, not with Mello. They were best friends. Christ. He could ruin their friendship.
Mello was biting his lips, still in a state of shock. He nodded once but didn't stand. He didn't move at all except to sheepishly glance down at his crotch. "Um...gimme a bit..." he muttered, embarrassed. He kept his legs up as they were by his chest, even though that was kind of painful. He looked back up to Matt to give him an embarrassed and sheepish smile. "Sorry..."
Turning slightly red when he realised what the other was covering, Matt couldn't help but smile slightly. "Don't apologise, it's a compliment, I guess-Means I'm not nearly as bad looking as I think," He laughed. Moving to get up, he paused, long enough to press a kiss to Mello's forehead then stand up, stretching his arms and shifting to the door, "You'll definitely have to deal with that before class," He added with a playful grin.
Mello smirked, "Unlike you," he muttered, "I have ways of dealing that doesn't require touching." He shook his head. "Um..." he said softly, "Where does this leave us? –Aside from confused I mean." He said with a small laugh, still curled up. He was furiously trying to think of something disgusting, but that was pretty difficult to do with Matt stood in the same room.
"But touching is a little more satisfying than thinking about the headmaster," Matt grinned, before shrugging and stowing his hands into his pockets, "I dunno.." He murmured, "Where do you want us to be?" He asked, inclining his head. "I mean, I'm willing to do the whole 'forget it happened' thing if thats what you want..Or.." He paused, shrugging, unsure of how to continue.
"Matt, right now, just [i]looking[/i] at you does [i]this[/i] to me!" Mello pointed at his crotch as he pulled his legs down, revealing an all too obvious bulge in his trousers, "How do you propose I forget about that!?" He asked, raising his eyebrows. "I don't really think that's an option right now. Sure, we can ignore it, but there's no way all the seven rings of hell I'm going to [i]forget[/i]!" He sighed and pulled his legs back up to his chest.
"Point noted," Matt piped up, "Then what?" He asked, glancing around the room before setting his eyes on Mello, biting his tongue for a moment. "How long until class?" He questioned finally, his mind mulling around ideas in his head. "Because...-Where do you want us to be at? Just answer, please?" He insisted, his eyes wearily on the other. He knew at the moment there was only a couple of answers he would accept, and only one he'd be glad to hear.
"I dunno!" Mello exclaimed, "Honestly, until yesterday, I didn't even think about this! Now suddenly it's like all I wanna do is-" The blush that had slowly been going away now came back in full force, "Well, lets just say it's not the sort of thing you're supposed to do that against a wall..." He muttered. "Fuck, I'm sexually attracted to you," it was still hard to say it, even though it was obvious, "but confused as hell. You're my best friend! –Sides, it takes two, you have to know what you want first. What do [i]you[/i] want us to be?"
Listening quietly, Matt scratched at his hair lazily, "You really want me that bad?" He laughed quietly, settling down beside the male with a playful smile, "Well-..I want you to see how it goes and be with me," He decided, ignoring the feint burning in his cheeks. "And.." He continued, inclining his head with a mischevious expression, "I want you to do exactly what you want with me," He flirted, "BUT! Class time!" He grinned, jumping to his feet, acting as if he'd done nothing at all, "So YOU better sort THAT out," He laughed, crossing his arms.
Mello groaned and tilted his head back. "Can't we skip?" He asked. He had never skipped before, intent on getting a better record of attendance than Near, but right now, Near could be doing cartwheels in a miniskirt, and Mello would still pay him absolutely no attention. Hell, the boy could be saying Mello was the absolute best, and he'd ignore him in favour of the redhead standing in front of him.
He was now so hard it was beginning to hurt. "Matt," he said, "It hurts. Please, either do something or get out so I can." He said.
Considering this for a moment, Matt glanced at the door before locking it, "Exactly what do you want me to do?" He murmured, putting himself on the ground near Mello, his eyes holding a thoughtful gaze on the other before breaking the momentary silence and bringing their lips together willingly, one hand grasping the front of Mello's shirt, and the other keeping his balance by planting itself on the floor.
Mello gasped against his lips as he started to kiss Matt back. Leaning closer, he moaned softly. His legs fell down from their position next to his chest as his arms went around Matt's shoulders. After a moment, a rather painful throb reminded Mello of why they were in that position and he pulled away, gasping for breath. "That mean you're gonna help me?" He asked with a smirk. Grimacing after another particularly painful throb, he spoke again. "Don't care what you do, hand, mouth, fuck you can use your feet, I don't care, just do something." He demanded. "Please."
"No, I just stayed to tease the hell out of you," Matt snorted, rolling his eyes with a laugh, "You are so explaining to the teacher that it was your fault we missed-Aw..Hell, like she'll be surprised at me," He noted after a moments thought. Breaking gaze with Mello and bringing his hands down to struggle with the zipper on Mello's pants, "I'd really like to know how you get into pants these size," He added as an after thought, vaguely wondering if it was possible for Mello's pants to suffocate his penis, but deciding it was better not to voice ALL of his thoughts.
Mello smirked, "It takes practice." He muttered, batting Matt's hands away to undo his trousers. He wasn't wearing underwear- as per usual. He blushed darkly as he realized that Matt was about to see his- about to touch it. He was slightly embarrassed and now, all of a sudden, quite nervous. Smiling at Matt, he tried to hide it- at least this time he wasn't making Matt think of homework.
He let go of his pants, having undone them, the rest could be done by Matt. He'd volunteered for this, after all.
Bringing his hands to either side of the pants, Matt shifted them down, low enough so that they were near his knees, trying not to colour when he glanced at the others member, glad his hair was just long enough to cover his features. Swallowing down his nerves, Matt ran his fingers down Mello's length, before slowly taking it into his mouth, clumsily sucking at the organ, his hands steadying him on the ground.
Gasping Mello tried to hold back a groan, but found he was unable. His hips buckled towards Matt on their own- though Mello wasn't about to stop them. "Woah!" He exclaimed, having never received any type of touch like this. He'd only ever been touched once, and that was by his own hand.
"Fuck, Matt, where'd you learn to do that!?" He exclaimed, completely forgetting how thin the walls were around here, and the fact that class was in 20 minutes, so everyone would be in their rooms getting ready.
Matt glanced up at Mello, with a look that almost read, 'You want me to talk as well as do this?'. To tell the truth, he was guessing, but Mello didn't have to know that, after all, Matt usually acted as though he slept with everything on two legs with the shameless way he flirted with most of the girls in his classes. Honestly, he'd never done anything of the sort, not that anyone would have guessed.
Taking Mello in further until it began to touch the back of his throat, Matt brought one hand to brush lightly over the skin, tracing his fingertips over the amount of skin that had been uncovered.
"Oh shit!" Mello exclaimed, throwing his head back and thrusting closer. "Holy mother of heaven!" He exclaimed, then he felt the pressure build up in his lower regions. He tried his hardest to hold back but- "MATT! I'm Gonna come!" He yelled loudly as he came into Matt's mouth, his body shuddering. "Shit..." he panted as he came down from his orgasm. "Woah..."
Struggling for a moment to swallow Mello's seed, Matt pulled back finally, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand to make sure nothing was left. "Just so you know..I don't think they invest in sound proof walls," He noted with a slight grin, "With all that yelling and all," He teased, "Oh mattt..." He whined, pretending to be Mello, laughing and making sure to get to his feet, and more importantly, back off before his teasing got him hit.
Mello just smirked, completely relaxed as he slouched in his chair. "Now can you tell me where you learned that?" He asked, reaching down and pulling his pants up. He fastened them-with a little difficulty, and walked over to Matt, kissing him deeply. "Thank you," he muttered as he pulled back.
Recovering from the kiss, Matt laughed dismissively, "No where," He shrugged, "I guess I'm just that amazing," He said with a false sense of ego, settling onto the edge of the bed. "And don't thank me, technically it was my fault in the first place," He said, rubbing the back of his neck and inclining his head to watch Mello curiously. "So, class or not?" He piped up, hoping more for the latter, he wasn't exactly eager on going to class.
Mello walked so he was stood directly in front of Matt before moving forward, straddling Matt and sitting down on him. "What do you want to do?" he asked, smiling as he rested his head on Matt's shoulder. He was exhausted, but completely relaxed. He sighed contently as he leaned against Matt. "Want to go to class, have to concentrate, or be in more potentially awkward situations with me?" He asked with a small laugh, taking in Matt's scent with a deep breath.
"I think potentially awkward situations sound like a lot more fun than class," Matt decided, slumping lazily and leaning forward. "Mellooo," He complained in a childish manner, "Your hair smells nice," He pointed out in a distracted tone, playfully messing up Mello's usually tidy blonde hair and flashing a grin.
"That's because I actually [i]wash[/i] when I get in the shower." Mello said with a chuckle. Sending a small mock glare at Matt, he straightened out his hair. He let his hand drop and closed his eyes, relaxing against Matt's body. He was so close to passing out now. He'd had no sleep that night, and then Matt had done [i]that[/i] to him... Mello still felt a little tingly from that orgasm.
He yawned, "I'm gonna nap. When I wake up, -your turn I guess."
Matt laughed slightly, "Go to sleep already," He snorted, tossing a pillow at his head, "After you change your sheets," He grinned. Getting up, Matt ruffled his own hair lazily, "Well I am going to go and have an ACTUAL shower, and see if I can't catch an hour of sleep before the video games start calling," He hummed, laughing slightly, "And don't get yourself all 'hot and bothered' again, cause I'm not getting out of bed for at least an hour," He decided.
Mello smirked and pulled the sheets off his bed. Going to the closet, he threw a blanket on it and grabbed Matt's hand before he could actually leave. He pushed Matt onto the bed and climbed in beside him, wrapping his arms around him and holding him close. "Nobody hears of this..." he ordered, not wanting it to get out that he liked to snuggle. "You can go when I fall asleep...'s your fault I got like no sleep last night anyway..."
"Nn," Matt complained, slumping on the bed and finally leaning back against Mello with a quiet chuckle, "Mello likes to snuuuggle," He hummed in a sing song tone, bringing the blanket over them. "Fine-But for the record, it wasn't my fault, it was your fault. You were the one who stood there watching, and no one told you to stalk me to the bathroom," He added, resting his head on the pillow and wriggling around for a moment until he got comfortable.
Mello blushed deeply, remembering how he had frozen. "Shut up." He muttered, closing his eyes and relaxing completely. "And sop making me blush." He commanded. Sighing, he let out a small smile before finally falling asleep.
Matt was surprised to wake up almost two hours later to find he hadn't left at all, in fact, he was quite comfortably curled up alongside Mello. Stifling a soft yawn behind his hand, he slumped back amongst the blankets, getting comfortable once more and turning on his side to watch the other male curiously. Mello was surprisingly peaceful when he slept.
Mello had felt Matt move, which meant he was awake, which meant so was he. Grumbling a little, he snuggled closer to Matt, not wanting to get up just yet. However, it was not a good idea to sleep in leather. "Damn it." He muttered, rolling away from Matt to get off the bed. "Stupid leather..." he muttered darkly to himself, "who's idea was it to wear leather anyway? I should find out who invented leather and kill them. Yeah. It shouldn't be so tight. Oh god I'm rambling."
"Uh-It was your idea to wear it," Matt pointed out with a dismissive snort, stretching himself across the bed, "Nnn, my bed now," He decided, his voice muffled by the blankets as he got comfortable once more, deciding to trying and make himself fit across the bed. Just because he and Mello had done stuff together, didn't mean he was going to be nice. Nope, Matt was going to be himself either way. "If you killed whoever made leather, people would see it easier when you got all...inspired?" He grinned.
"Shut up." Mello mumbled, returning from the closet wearing some of Matt's clothes. About a year ago, Matt and Mello had snuck out and ended up completely soaked. Matt had leant Mello some of his clothes, and Mello had never given them back and was now wearing them. Why not?
Suddenly, Mello remembered a promise he'd made earlier and flushed pink and suddenly became very interested by the hem of his shirt. "So..um... want me to repay you...for before?" he asked.
"Hey," Matt complained, "That's where those went-I thought I lost them," He huffed, glancing at the male with a slight snort, "I find it funny no one ever said anything about us being together-I mean, what with you stealing my clothes all the time," He grinned, snuggling back into the blanket.
After a moment, he quirked his brow, listening to the other talk, looking somewhat flushed once more before shaking his head, "You don't have to do anything-I didn't expect you to repay me or anything-It wasn't a favour," He replied with a weak smile.
The colour in Mello's cheeks rose a little, and he shook his head, "No...I want to..." he said quietly, giving a hesitant smile. He stayed where he was, fingering the sleeves of Matt's shirt, looking in Matt's general direction, but not quite at him. He bit his lips nervously.
"Well-If you want," Matt spoke up, "I mean..I'm yours if you want me-So..You can..-If you want to," He flushed, feeling like an embarrassed school girl. "Gah-I hate you for this, I never blush," He complained, rubbing his cheeks with a sulky pout on his features, not glancing at Mello, just in case his cheeks decided to turn darker.
Mello smirked, "Neither do I." He said with a small laugh. He walked over to the bed and looked down on it. Matt was sprawled across it, taking up as much space as he could, so Mello just straddled him and leaned forward, placing his lips hesitantly on Matt's. He wasn't sure what he was getting himself into, and he didn't quite know what to do when he got there, but he figured he'd make it up as he went along.
Closing his eyes, Matt returned the kiss, one arm bringing itself around Mello's shoulders, while his other hand toyed with the male's hair, threading through the locks while he pressed into the kiss, making it slightly deeper, their lips bruising together.
Mello moved his hips, grinding them down on Matt's, hoping to get a reaction, and not sure what else to do. He reached down and his hand found its way under Matt's shirt, ghosting over the skin and finding the other boy's nipple. Giving it a small pull, he rubbed it better, all the while, keeping Matt's mouth busy with his own.
Groaning softly, Matt felt himself slowly but surely begin to react in his lower regions, his back arching as he brought his hips to grind back into Mello's own. His arms secured themselves around the others shoulders, slyly bringing his tongue past the other males lips.
Mello smiled into the kiss as his hand continued to play with the other's nipples, first one, then the other. He pulled his mouth away regretfully as oxygen became necessary. He shifted his position to start nibbling, sucking and kissing Matt's neck. He left a small mark before pulling away and smirking softly, bringing his hips to rub against Matt's again- this time, unable to hold back his own moan at that movement.
His hand now started to move down the other's body, slowly, teasingly. His feather light touches stopped as he came to Matt's trousers. "You sure?" He asked, huskily.
"You-..Told me off for teasing," Matt protested breathlessly, his body arching into each touch, "Nn.." He groaned, nodding his head, "Yes, already-I need you," He groaned, leaning up and catching Mello's lips in a kiss once more, his chest heaving with hitched breaths. "Do whatever you want," He whispered against the others lips. "I'm yours, Mello.." He murmured quietly.
Swallowing thickly and trying not to moan at those words, Mello nodded once. He pulled back completely so that he could undo Matt's trousers. By this time, he was quite hard himself. Pulling Matt's trousers away, he freed Matt's member, stroking it gently as he did so. "Anything?" he asked, smirking a little.
Moaning, Matt attempted to hold back the short groans of pleasure, already hard himself. "Yes-" He groaned behind his teeth, "Just do something soon before I die," He whined in an over exaggerated manner, arching into Mello's hand needingly.
Mello smirked and stood up. Leaving Matt on the bed, he went to his draws and started rifling through them. Finally, he pulled something out and returned to the bed. Smiling at Matt, he showed him the lubrication. "Anything?" He asked again, giving Matt's member a single, small stroke.
Pouting as the other got up, he quirked an eyebrow curiously, glancing at the item and turning slightly red. After a pause he nodded, "Yes-Anything," He responded, groaning slightly, "But if you keep teasing me, I swear..I'll get back at you," He complained.
"Oh, but this is me getting back at you for earlier." Mello said with a smirk as he unscrewed the lid for the lube. He placed a large dollop on his hand and swallowed thickly as he looked at Matt. He saw him lying there and knew instantly that he was going to do this. He leaned forward and kissed Matt deeply. "This's gonna hurt." He warned as he slipped one finger inside the other male.
"I didn't do anything," Matt huffed, pausing as he felt Mello's lips against his again, his body tensing as he felt the intrusion, closing his eyes tightly at the painful sensation. If it wasn't Mello, he probably would have hit the person doing it, but as it were he stayed silent, aside from short groans every now and then.
Mello kept kissing Matt as he pulled his finger in and out, gently starting to stretch the other. He then added a second finger and began to do scissor motions. His other hand reached down to stroke Matt's member, to keep him distracted as he moved his fingers around. Suddenly, he felt a small bundle of nerves that felt different to the rest, he brushed his fingers against it, wondering what reaction he would get.
Trying to adjust himself toward the actions, Matt kept his eyes tightly closed, concentrating on the motions Mello was performing, struggling to ignore the pain before he felt a different sensation altogether and his fingers clenched tightly into the mattress, "A-Ahh..Mello.." He moaned.
Shocked, Mello pulled back, "Shit, did I hurt you!?" He asked, panicking a little. He pulled away, removing his fingers and looking down at Matt. "Sorry!"
Matt caught his breath after a moment, shaking his head, "No-Definitely not..It was good," He flushed, "Really good, actually," He admitted, "You don't have to stop-And don't worry about me, I can handle it," He assured the other.
Not completely convinced, Mello nodded and leaned back over, gently placing his fingers back inside the other. He moved his fingers until he found that spot again, running his finger over it. He then added a third finger and began to stretch the other even more. He gave Matt's member a small stroke before pulling his hands away.
Undoing his own (well, Matt's) clothes, he pulled his trousers off, along with the newly donned underwear. Climbing back on the bed, he found the lube and squirted some on his hand. Wrapping it around his own member, he gave a few pulls before letting go. Panting, he looked down at Matt. "You sure?" He asked as he positioned himself at his entrance. "Coz after this, there's no going back..."
Panting softly, Matt nodded, swallowing deeply, "I'm sure," He insisted, "I can handle it," He added, watching Mello expectedly. "You won't hurt me," He added breathlessly, reaching and tracing his hand down Mello's face with a short smile, "Don't worry so much," He grinned.
Taking a deep breath, Mello nodded and pushed in. Moaning deeply, he kept moving until he was all the way in. A deep warmth surrounded him, pushing down on his organ. "Gods," he panted, "Matt, you're so tight!" He stayed where he was, waiting for Matt to give him some sort of signal to say he was ready.
Groaning, Matt bit into his lower lip, attempting to distract himself from the stabbing pain until he slowly adjusted himself to the sensation before glancing up at Mello, nodding his head to indicate the other could continue, his fingers dug themselves into the covers on the bed, relieving some of the tense feeling.
Panting, Mello shifted slightly as he pulled out all most all the way. When he pushed back in, he tried to remember where the spot that he had touched was, and aimed for that. He couldn't get over how tight Matt was, and now understood why people turned gay. It was good. He looked at Matt, wanting to know if it was good for him too. He moaned as he thrust all the way in.
Tensing slightly, Matt moaned as Mello made contact with the spot again, his hips arching up. "Melloo.." He moaned, "Nn..More.." He groaned, his cheeks looking flushed and his eyes closing themselves once more, fists clenching into the covers on the bed.
Mello himself was moaning too, "Gladly," he muttered, increasing his pace slightly. He moved Matt's legs over his shoulders for better access. He reached over and started pumping Matt's member in time with his movements. He intended to make this as pleasurable for Matt as possible. Each time he pulled back, he made sure he was lined up for when he pushed back in, pressing against the same spot each time.
Pushing back into each thrust, Matt felt his throat becoming dry from his groaning, not that he minded. He was too concentrated on the pleasure coming from Mello's movements and the hand on his member. "Ah-Mello-..I can't.." He panted, "I can't hold on," He moaned, feeling the tension build down below.
With a sly grin, Mello moved even faster. "Then come!" He said, "That's the whole point..." He managed to pant out, still thrusting and moaning. He increased the speed of his wrist and squeezed slightly harder. Leaning forward as much as he could without disrupting their rhythm, he whispered huskily, "I want to make you see stars."
Moaning, Matt clenched his fingers tightly into the bed sheets, releasing his seed on Mello's hand, groaning the others name and slumping back against the bed, struggling to catch his breath, his body overcome with exhaustion.
The muscles around Mello constricted as Matt called out and Mello answered his call with one of his own half a second later- emptying his own seed inside Matt. Collapsing on top of Matt, he lay there panting for a moment, getting his bearings back as stars danced before his vision. Pulling out of Matt gently, he rolled over and lay beside him. "How was that?" He asked smugly.
"Cocky bastard," Matt murmured quietly with a smile, "You know it was good," He snorted rolling onto his side and curling up against Mello, closing his eyes and heaving a quiet breath. "It was definitely good," He grinned, snuggling Mello shamelessly. Hell, Mello had snuggled with him, and if a grumpy blonde like him could, Matt was certainly able to.
Mello smirked, "Yep," He put his arms around Matt and sighed. After a moment a thought came to him, one so funny, he couldn't help but laugh. "Hey, you don't think that anyone heard, do you?" He asked, laughing again. "Coz, we weren't exactly quiet..."
Matt's cheeks darkened, "They'd better not have heard-I'll never live it down. They'd be scared you'd kill them if they teased you-But me, nope. I'm exempt from that. Everyone knows I'm too lazy to get up and kill someone," He huffed in a sulky manner.
Mello snorted, "Don't worry," he said, "I'll protect you." He laughed again, "But I think we should get cleaned up... Two sets of sheets in one day...the launderers are going to ask questions." He muttered with a sigh as he got up and retrieved his (Matt's) trousers. Ignoring the underwear, he put the pants on.