I would adore anyone who gives me feedback on this. I know I had intended to put this up on Valentine's day, but I got a bit lazy, so it's over a month late. I apologize, but hope you enjoy it all the same. Again, I own nothing but the plot idea.

March 13th

It had been exactly a month since I last talked to Matt. His presence lurked at the back of my mind driving me insane. I attempted to go on with life as best I could. My rivalry --or hatred-- for Near began to heat up even more. I almost started to have sexual thoughts about the little creep. That could have been why I decided I needed to clear things up with Matt. Or, it could have been that he's my roommate and rather hard to ignore. The reasons don't matter. What's important is that I did talk to him. We did more than talk.

I walked up to him yesterday after our classes and looked at him from under my lashes with a pleading gaze. He stared back at me for a second with mild confusion before sighing and asking "What?" in a fairly bored tone. This disheartened me, but I continued to stare at him until I worked up the nerve to say, "Stay in tonight, Mattie."

His mouth opened as if he had something to say, but no sound came for a drawn out minute. Matt was never a very talkative person, but when he said nothing I assumed he didn't like my idea or even the fact that I was talking to him. My eyebrows nit together in a frustrated expression and I pivoted on my heels ready to walk away. Matt put a hand on my arm to stop me. "Okay," he said in a monotone even I couldn't detect any emotions in.

Regardless of his seeming distaste at the idea, we were sitting in front of our small TV watching a movie. He didn't mention Nix once during our time together. For this I was grateful, because my jealousy and anger tend to overpower my otherwise nonchalant demeanor. Our previous fight was forgotten and we were sitting close together.

"Hey, Matt?" I asked him sometime during the middle of the movie when we were still sitting too far apart for my liking.

"Huh?" He asked his eyes never leaving the television.

I moved closer to him on the small, tattered couch and leaned against him so that my head was resting on his chest. I was asking him a silent question: Will you let me stay here? He snaked his arm around me and didn't say a word. I took that to mean: Sure you can. My head was swimming and there was a pleasurable buzzing in my ears from our proximity. It took me a few minutes to calm down and notice that I could hear and feel a dull thump. It was rhythmic and soothing. It perplexed me for a second before I realized it was Matt's heart. His heart. Pumping blood throughout his body. Keeping him alive. Making him warm. I smiled and nuzzled into his chest with a newfound satisfaction. Matt felt so vulnerable like this. Not only that, but the thoughts in my head stopped being a whirlwind of confusion and all I could focus on was that wonderful rhythm.

"Mello? Are you asleep? You're missing the good part," Matt commented after about 10 minutes of silence.

"Naw, I'm still awake, Matt," I answered him although my attention still wasn't focused on the movie.

I felt his softly touch my hair. He grew bolder and absently began to play with it, twirling strands in his fingers. Occasionally he would lightly brush his fingertips against my head causing a tingling sensation and an increased rhythm of my own heartbeats. After a few minutes of this I felt blood rushing to places in my body that it shouldn't be rushing to. I shifted uncomfortably and pressed myself closer to him. I wanted to moan his name, scream it even. I needed him to be touching me.

I felt an uncomfortable hardness between my thighs and shifted my legs so I was laying on my right side concealing my excitement. Matt continued toying with my hair and I grabbed his other arm and pulled at the sleeve of his striped shirt. I pulled his arm over to my thigh and he began stroking it so that my breathing became heavier. I was still suppressing the urge to moan. My need was almost unbearable now. Every stroke brought sparks of pleasure running up my thigh. The pressure between my legs was growing and I bit my lip worried he would notice.

I unlaced my own arms from around his neck and rested one hand on his upper thigh. I felt his member briefly and I noticed it was almost as hard as mine. I looked up at him uncertainly. He noticed the direction of my gaze and stared back through his goggles. "Do you want me to fix that?" I asked almost breathless from being so close to him.

He didn't answer for a second. That was like my Matt. He always needed a second to contemplate his decisions. Finally, he nodded his head. It was so subtle a movement that someone who didn't know him might miss it. I, fortunately, knew him very well. I sat up reluctantly --It was so cold and quiet being so far away from him-- and unbuttoned his jeans. He lifted his hips and allowed me to slide them down his slender thighs. I smiled when I uncovered his erect length. It was a decent size and looked absolutely mouthwatering. I bent my head and took it into my mouth. The salty taste of precum was the first thing to assault my senses. After that, I noticed a moan escape Matt's lips and an upward thrust of his hips that almost gagged me. I used my hands to hold his hips down and tried to remember how to proceed. This was the first time I had ever done this and it was so new to me.

After a second of so I knew to move my head forward and backward. Every time I did so he moaned and this made me go faster because those wonderful noises made more blood run to my own member and soon I was moaning as well. "Mello," he would say when the moans became repetitive. A loud noise erupted from him when I reacted to my name by moaning around his member. I was on cloud nine. His pleasure was my pleasure. Even with him inside of me I didn't feel close enough to him. He threw his head back and cried out soon after I had started. Warm, salty liquid erupted into my mouth and I swallowed it back wanting all of his juices inside of me. We're young and can't be expected to hold off too long, but I wished desperately he could have held off a bit longer. I was close to the edge myself by just doing that sinful act to him and rubbing myself against the couch.

Matt composed himself faster than I did and noticed the pained expression on my face. It was painful now. He tugged on my wrists and I stood up, embarrassed by my erection. He simple smiled and pulled me onto his lap. He cupped me and rubbed until I was moaning the same way he had been earlier. I began to move of my own accord against his palm and soon I was chorusing him name. The movements became more erratic and I screamed a last time when he squeezed a bit. I emptied into my own jeans and rested against him panting. He patted my hair again to soothe me. Footsteps were heard outside my door.

"Matt? Mello? Are you boys alright?" The voice came from a concerned Roger.

"Yeah, we're just playing a pretty intense videogame," Matt managed to say in his normal tone of voice.

"Keep it down. Kids are trying to sleep," Roger replied irritated.

Matt and I remained in that position for a while, silent. My panting ceased and I resumed listening to the beat of his heart. I fell asleep in his arms and woke up the next morning on the couch alone in my soiled jeans. Matt had gone to breakfast but he left a note on the nightstand:

"I think I'll stay in tomorrow night too. Hope you don't mind. -Matt."