Angie: Ok so its been forever since I updated and I'm sorry. The uh… dry humping chapter is … uh it was only made because I had been half asleep! Ok I said it.

Mello: She really was. I was watching her type and fall asleep at the same time.

Angie: Just go jump into a shallow hole and climb out and tell me how it was because I wanna know….

Mello: That didn't make any sense….

Angie: It did too and you know it!

Matt: You both are infuriating

Angie: He is being mean and needs to fall into a hole.

Near: … I agree!

Mello: Shut up, big head!

Matt: …. O_o

Near: My head is not big!

Angie: *gasp!* Don't call Neary a big head, your face is a big head! *Hugs Near to chest. He is smothered in boobs!*

Near: I can't breathe.

Angie: Oh well! Anyway… just wanted to say that…. I'M REALLY SORRY! I LOVE YOU ALL! Hehehehehehehehehehehehhee boobs

Mello: Will you stop?

Angie: NO!

Normal POV

Matt walked through the house while Mello made breakfast. His stomach rumbled loudly, but he ignored it. Matt silently went upstairs to fix his hair and get into some clean clothes. Once he had on just his stripped shirt he heard Mello call that breakfast was ready.

"Coming!" he called. In the kitchen, Mello snickered. That sounded dirty. Matt rushed down the stairs without pants on. His boxers under his long shirt, making it seem like he had just woke up from a night of sex. Mello turned away, placing a hand on his mouth to hold in the laughter.

Matt sat down, and waited for Mello to serve the food. When Mello placed the pancakes on the table, Matt took at least five. Mello watched as Matt wolfed down all five and downed a glass of orange juice. Mello sat back. Matt looked at him for the longest time, waiting for Mello to eat. When he didn't Matt became concerned.

"Are you not hungry?" he asked.

"I never eat in the morning."

"Why? Breakfast helps your brain function." Mello rolled his eyes.

"I just don't. My mind works fine without it." Matt stood and stood behind Mello's seat. He wrapped his arms around Mello's neck and kissed his cheek. Mello turned his head slightly and looked at him through the corner of his eye. Matt smiled at him.

"You look like you just woke up from having sex all night," Mello stated bluntly, causing Matt to blush intensely.

"I could have…." Matt muttered, but Mello heard him.

"Do you want one?" he asked as he turned the chair. Matt stumbled but Mello caught him before he fell.

"One of what?" Matt asked dumbly. Mello sighed, exasperated.

"A night of sex." Matt's eyes widened and blushed the color of his hair.

"I… I don't know…" He stuttered. Mello dragged him onto his lap.

"It's a yes or no answer. Just pick one." Matt didn't look at him as he was seated in Mello's lap. He had to think about this. He had wanted it since they had started dating. Wasn't that reason enough to have sex with him? Why did he turn him down last time? What was so different? Matt looked up at Mello with sparkling green eyes.

"Y-yes…" he stuttered. Mello smiled down at him.

"Come on. Let's go see some friends." He stood, pulling Matt with him.

"Friends? I thought we were going to have sex?" Matt asked, confused. Mello laughed.

"I said we were going to have sex all night. Not now. Its too early." Mello dressed in his leather and Matt put on his skinny jeans. When Matt came out of the bathroom, Mello rose an eyebrow and stood. They walked out the door, but before Matt could get on the motorcycle, Mello slapped his ass.

"Ow! What was that for?" he cried. Mello laughed again.

"For showing off that ass. Well, now its mine." Matt got on the bike begrudgingly and put on the helmet. Mello got in front of Matt and eased his way off the driveway.

When the bike, stopped it was at another driveway. Only this house was smaller and had much less windows. Mello got off the bike and took off Matt's helmet, who was still pouting. Matt got off the bike and walked to the house. Mello caught up with him.

"Will you stop? I thought you wanted me to have this ass." Mello groped Matt's ass. Matt let out a loud yelp. Then there were voices coming from the house. The door opened to find a guy Mello's age with blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Who the hell is making noise at this hour?" the guy shouted at them. Mello raised an eyebrow.

"Who are you to tell me what to do?"Mello asked, stepping up from behind Matt. The guy looked shocked to see him, but it faded as he ran up and squeezed the living daylights out of Mello.

"Mihael Keehl, you crazy mother fucker!" the guy called as he hugged Mello.

"Bernard, I can't breathe…." Mello muttered in Russian. Matt didn't have a clue as to what they were talking about but he was sure they were greeting each other like normal friends would. Bernard put Mello down.

"Mihael, who is that?" Bernard gestured to Matt. Mello looked at Matt and motioned for him to come here. Matt obeyed and stood next to Mello, uncomfortably.

"This is Matt, Bernard. He doesn't speak Russian. Matt, this is Bernard. He's a buddy from High School." Mello put his arm around Matt's shoulders.

"Matt… as in Matthew?" Bernard asked. Mello shook his head.

"Matt as in Mail." Matt shifted on his feet, an uncomfortable movement.

"Okay… Matt, it's a pleasure to meet you." Bernard held out his hand. Matt hesitantly shook it. Bernard's hand covered his hand completely. This guy was big but Matt didn't think he'd be that big! Matt pulled away and blushed lightly. Bernard noticed the blush.

"Aww. I think he likes me!" Bernard said teasingly, and laughed. Mello laughed along with him. Matt looked down and listened as they talked. They talked in English, something Matt could understand. It was almost afternoon when the conversation turned to be directed at him.

"What do you think, Matt?" asked Bernard. Matt jumped, having tuned out most of it.

"What?" he squeaked. Bernard gave Matt a look.

"How about we hang out tomorrow? Just all three of us." Bernard repeated. Matt looked at Mello, who was looking at him expectantly.

"Sure, I wouldn't mind…" Actually, that was a lie. He did mind. Matt wasn't going to say that though. Matt would just play along and act like a good uke would. That didn't mean he had to like it. Matt didn't want to hang around Bernard. He felt like a statue when Mello was with his friends, but he had to give Mello at least a little space, right? These were his friends. Whether he liked them or not, Mello was important. If hanging with his friends made him happy, then Matt could deal with it.

Angie: Oooh! Matt is sooo TUTE! Review please. Because reviews are Love!