A/N: I'm going on holiday and will be inactive until September, so I'm making this one…special. Enjoy yourself, my little peanut because like one person reads this thing lul :3 NEAR IS APPEARING IN THIS ONE :O IDINA MENZEL STOP DISTRACTING ME WITH YOUR BEAUTIFUL SINGING I NEED TO SING LIKE THAT ;-; and with the fucking cat again gtfo elvis now go listen to metallica with me next year mwahaha

Get on your dancing shoes/there's one thing on your mind/hoping they're looking for you/sure you'll be rummaging' through/and the shit, shock, horror/you've seen your future bride/oh, but it's oh so absurd/for you to say the first word/so you're waiting and waiting…

The only reason that you came/so what you scared for?/don't you always do the same/it's what you there for, don't you know...the lights are flashing/down in here tonight/and some might exchange a glance/but keep pretending to dance

Don't act like it's not happening/as if it's impolite/to go and mention your name/instead you'll just do the same/as they all do, and hope for the best...

The only reason that you came/so what you scared for?/Well don't you always do the same/it's what you're there for but no/get on your dancing shoes/you sexy little swine/hoping they're looking for you/sure you'll be rummaging through

Oh and the shit, shock, horror/you've seen your future bride/oh, but it's oh so absurd/for you to say the first word/so you're waiting and waiting…

Across the club. The boy in the skin tight leather, with the boy in the baggy white…things. They looked like pyjamas?... Whatever. The boy in the skin tight leather. He'd been dancing (with the white haired, white clothed guy) since 10pm, and it didn't look like he was going to stop any time soon. He had chin length blond hair, was more slim and wiry than skinny, and was very, very sexy. He had a rosary bouncing off his chest every time he moved, and damn, he made those high heeled leather boots look positively fuckable. Damn. Oh, this was getting interesting, the white haired guy had reached down the blond haired guy's trousers. The blond hair didn't like it, it seemed. Pushed whitey away and stormed off to the other side of the bar.

Incidentally, he plonked himself and his sweaty body next to Matt.

Incidentally, the white haired guy also came down and plonked himself and his sweaty body on the other side of Matt. Oh. Well, this was awkward.

Especially since blondie over there was checking him out.

Very, very obviously. As in, blondie was literally eye raping him. And not trying to hide it from white hair over here. Who was apparently also checking him out. Wow. Apparently skinny jeans did make a difference; last time he'd come here, every single person had ignored him and his baggy jeans.

"So, uh, blondie, you want a drink or something?"

"Huh? Oh, uh, okay?"

Apparently Matt had jerked the poor man from some important thoughts, that had apparently been centered around Matt's crotch area, unless blondie had an unfortunate, non-existent up to this point, lazy eye. Matt bought the beers and handed one to blondie. Indicating white hair with a movement of his head, Matt asked "Your friend over there want one too?" Blondie shook his head and glared at the other guy. Deciding to maybe get to know blondie before the evident fantasy he was having, Matt decided to start with something simple. "What's your name, hm? I'm Matt." "Mello. By the way, you're hot." Matt blinked in confusion. "Well…Mello…usually people don't just say that outright, but since you said it, I guess I can say that you're hot too. Very." "Thanks." "So, what'd your 'friend' over there do that made you so pissed?"

"He tried to do some…stuff…that involved sticking his hand down the front of my pants. And when I asked why, he said he wanted to see what gay sex worked like. He's not gay, apparently, just a pervert."

"Ah. Well then. And, for the information, I am gay."
"This is a gay bar."

"I am also apparently an idiot. And this is my jam. Wanna dance?" Matt held out his hand to Mello.

"Okay."

So, they danced to Matt's jam. I shall not embarrass him any further than I am going to by revealing what it is, or the artist, but let's just say meat dresses and ooh la la, oui?

So, they danced for a few hours, until the club closed. That was when Matt remembered, not that he'd left the oven on (though that was a slightly worrying prospect), that he lived on the other side of London, and that Mister White Hair had, apparently, nicked his oyster card when groping him. Well…fuck.

"You need a place to crash for the night? Cos I live really close, down the road, around the corner and straight on until we've climbed 79 stairs."

"Oh, really? You'd let me? Thank you so much!"

"It's nothing, mate." Mello laughed.

So, Peter Pan reference overlooked, they proceeded to Mello's flat.

Where Mello proceeded to push Matt down onto the sofa and kiss him.

Matt proceeded to kiss back.

Mello proceeded to take Matt's shirt off.

Matt proceeded to turn them over, so he was on top now. Smirking, he ran a finger down Mello's chest, to the bottom of his abdomen, stopping above his semi-erect penis. He hooked a finger into the leather waistband, pulling it slightly down. Mello didn't wear boxers. Interesting. Matt moved his hands back up to Mello's shirt, unzipping it (slowly) and pulling it off (slowly), only to find that his trousers had been removed and he was again underneath Mello. Who proceeded to wave Matt's underwear in his face, taunt him with a 'looking for these?' and throw them to the floor, before pushing his knee between Matt's legs, and rubbing his semi-erect penis.

Not surprisingly, Matt moaned. Mello seemed to like the sound. So he kept doing it, and Matt kept moaning. This cycle kept going for about a minute, until Matt plucked up the self control to yank Mello's trousers down and throw them across the room, and stroke Mello's cock. Matt smirked when Mello let out a loud mewl and blushed. Matt did it again, aiming for a similar reaction, but Mello thrusted into Matt's palm as well as mewling this time. Oh well, thought Matt, the man wanted some more, he'd sure as hell get some more. So he slithered down between Mello's legs and licked up the cock, drawing more of those soft moans from the man beneath him. It was quite adorable, actually, this surly, bad arse, angry little guy all weak and needy, gripping the cushions of the couch. A very nice view. Mello gave an impatient groan and thrusted up a little, reminding Matt of what he was supposed to be doing. Matt took the head of the cock into his mouth and sucked, cupping his cheeks. A loud moan-y mewl-y thing came out of Mello's mouth. Actually, let's just say I can't write smut, I'll be inactive until September and this fic turned out crappy but I have school tomorrow so yeah.