#88 Cheese
(A/N. that's a wtf title, right? Lol. Song doesn't belong to me, for anyone who doesn't know, it's called 'Its all about you' by McFly.)
"Yesterday you asked me somethin I thought you knew…"
Mello gritted his teeth and kept typing. He was not going to justify it by looking up.
"So I told ya with a smile, it's all about yo~ou"
The blonde's typing became a lot more erratic as he got more and more annoyed.
"Then you whispered in my ear and you told me too…"
The source of his irritation? The extremely loud and off-key red-head occupying his kitchen.
"Said you make my life worthwhile, it's all about yo~u"
And he was cooking, which was Matt-speak for 'making a mess for Mello to clean up later, while I pretend to be useful.'
Ok, maybe not that last part.
"And I would answer all your wishes, if you asked me to,"
The horrible singing, in a voice that was far too cracked from smoking to be melodic, stopped.
"Hey Mello, do we have any bread left?"
Mello reached into his leathers for the chocolate bar. Chocolate, that would make things better. "Try the bread bit, dickhead."
There was a ruffling noise, then a shout of, "Oh, thanks!" and then it started again.
"But if you deny me one of your kisses, dunno what I'd do~"
God, there was a smell coming from the kitchen as well now. Toast. Oh well, even Matt couldn't mess up toast.
"So hold me close and say three words like you used to do,"
Why did he have to sing, for god's sake? Mello didn't do that, he didn't feel the need to randomly break out in show tunes during his work.
"Dancin on the kitchen tiles, it's all about you~"
Another smell now. Burnt, and not one Mello recognised.
"What did you wreck this time?" Mello growled.
The singing stopped again, mercifully, Matt was about to go into the long chorus.
"Nothin Mells, it's cheese on toast, I can manage that."
Mello snorted.
"-But if you denied me one of your kisses, dunno what I'd do~, So hold me close and say three words like you used to do~"
Oh thank Jesus, he was walking out of the kitchen, with a plate of something that might have been cheese on toast, it was hard to tell. Maybe the singing would stop now.
"Dancin on the kitchen tiles, yeah you make my life worth while, so I told you with a smile,"
The red head flopped onto the creaking old couch next to Mello and grinned, taking a bite from his lunch and swallowing. Idiot probably knew he was annoying Mello and relished it.
And then his hand shot out, grabbed Mello's wrist that held the chocolate and tugged it back from the blonde's mouth.
Before he could voice a threat or an objection, Matt closed the gap between them with a kiss.
The taste of cheese and chocolate should have made Mello want to vomit, he knew that, but the two flavours mingled nicely in his mouth, and besides, Matt's lips were always so very soft and tender, it drained any amount of anger right out of him.
Matt drew back, grinning all over his freckled face, before putting both feet up on the coffee table that supported three laptops and a lot of spying equipment. "It's all about you."
He hummed the rest of the song to himself as he ate.