A.N: Hey guys, sorry for the super late update (heh that rhymes), I'm on vacation out in New York and there is little to no computer time, let alone a computer. I'm also sorry about how short this chapter is, but I liked it and I hope you do too.
Go tell Chocopokkin to get better^.^ He's sick.
"Gehhh'nnn Mello!" Matt moaned, twisting around in his sleep, his eyes tightly closed and sweat on his brow.
Perfect.
I really should have him leave himself so unprotected in his sleep more often.
I pulled away from his neck, smirking at the small array of bruise marks and love bites.
He moaned again when I trailed my hands down his back until my fingertips rested just under the waistline of his boxers which already
were wonderfully low on his hips.
I had by now thrown the blankets off him, leaving him lying there uncovered and practically begging for it.
I was kneeling beside him, bowed down low. He was still asleep.
I had been very careful of that.
He was still sick, after all, he needed his rest.
Heh.
I decided to tease him by letting my right hand slip down the side of his leg. He twisted closer to me.
"gahh Mello..." he sounded so adorable, all flustered and turned on.
Must be one hell of a dream he's having right now. I leaned down lower and nipped his ear.
He whimpered softly.
"Matty... What's wrong?" I asked sweetly as he twisted around again, leaving me to straddle his waist.
He didn't reply.
Hmm. That was odd.
I slid my hand off his leg and up to feel his forehead.
Shit.
He was practically burning up.
I climbed off him, grabbing the blankets and wrapping them back around him. I should have been more careful.
I nearly had forgotten how sick he was.
Oh well.
I sighed with relief when he stopped shivering a bit. I laid down next to him and smirked.
I'll just have to finish what I started later.