Matt settled for trying to take a nap with his blond friend still on him, snoring and putting weight on his crotch.
He laid there for a while, trying to will this hard nuts to relax, but to no avail.
He got the kit, he had Mello back with no arrests, but he was being hand-raped by said blond.
He had to move Mello's hand off his balls before he did something completely wierd.
He tried taking the gun first, which wasn't too hard. But getting Mello's hand off the place he wanted it off was easier said than done.
When he touched it, Mello tightened his hand around his balls, making him bite back a groan.
Worse still was ther way Mello was laying on him. his hand was on Matt's balls, that was for sure, but mello was laying in such a way that his own balls were on top of his hand. The only thing seperating their balls was a hand. a leather-gloved hand.
Matt sighed in exasperation, and decided to just take a nap.
He actually fell asleep, but was awakened by Mallo abruptly squeezing the life out of his crotch again.
"MELLO! OUCH, DAMNIT, WAKE THE FUCK UP!" he said, pushing mello off him.
"Huhhh? what-where-"
Matt jumped up, panting and sweating and... blushing...
"Mello, you freakin squeezed my BALLS, what were you thinking?" he said, almost ready to fight the blond.
"huh? oh, I dunno, but you look freakishly sexy, Matty." he said with the same drunken voice.
"Aw crap, not again..." Matt said as Mello pushed him down.
"Strip, damn you." Mello said, threatening him with a vase that Matt had replaced his gun with.
"Mello, are you gay?"
"NO, how DARE you call me gay! Strip damn you!" Mello said, contradicting himself in one breath.
Seeing as Matt's shirt was already off, he pulled his pants down and sat in his boxers, which were printed with pixellized Marios, Yoshis and bowsers, and had "NINTENDO" printed on the waistband.
"Take em off." Mello said, pointing the vase at his face.
"Mello, you said you're not gay, so I don't know why I should."
"That's exactly why I want you to strip, damn you!" Mello yelled, poking him with the vase.
"so you're a hypocrite?" Matt teased.
His joke was lost when Mello crashed his lips on his again, and proceeded to make out.
Matt was SCARED now.
But what could he do? Mello would probably kill him with his vase of doom.
But then, he felt a draft...
And Mello had his Boxers in his hand, twirling it around his finger.
"Mello, give that back!" Matt screamed, grabbing for it.
"Nope, I must say though, you really do have a big one." Mello said, sounding very out of character.
"Mello, give that back, I swear, I'll tell the Mafia about this..."
"How do you think I got to the top in the first place, Matty?"
...
Not the answer he was expecting...
but then, Mello pounced on him and started to do completely wierd things to Matt, who was suffering, mostly because he wasn't gay in the first place, some was that his ass was sore afterwards, some was due to the fact that he actually stayed with this psycho...