It had been more than twenty minutes that Mello was gone and Matt was starting to feel a bit lonely there, not knowing what was going on, seeing that the cameramen had been sent away so it was probably the end of the date, and running low on cigarettes. Maybe Mello was sick? He had downed his own drink, which was already heavy in booze, half of Lou's, and a few bourbons since then, and he had been obviously quite saturated.

A few girls had passed on the catwalk, but Matt only looked to try not to get bored to death, because he had no interest in girls whatsoever, even if they were particularly pretty. The pole dancer was cool, she had quite amazing tricks and drops, though. You had to have muscle to lift yourself like that...
Matt drank some more of his glass, since it was the only drink available, he hadn't dared ask for anything else to a waiter and he was thirsty because of the food. Damn, why didn't they bring some water? He regretted it immediately, feeling the booze cloud his brain.

Suddenly the girls left the area as a heavy tune resounded, loud enough to hammer in Matt's chest.
Ka Boom Ka Boom, Ka Boom Ka Boom
The Marilyn Manson song was literally shaking the walls, and Matt's jaw went slack when Mello appeared shirtless in his leather pants and boots next to the pole, dancing to the music with sultry moves he owned completely. Everyone in the bar started howling and clapping, but Mello had his eyes right on Matt, and the latter was feeling really, really uncomfortable.
Mello was walking in a sexy way around the pole, one hand around it, and suddenly took some speed and spinned in the air before grabbing the pole between his legs, letting himself fall backward his back against the pole, and slide slowly head down until his hands rested flat on the floor. A foot still hooked on the pole, his other leg descended slowly to make a full split before he freed his foot and knelt, throwing his hair back in a head motion.

Matt was mesmerized. It was such a girly dance and yet Mello completely owned it, making it very male and... sexy and slutty but still so very cool that the redhead didn't know what to think anymore. Hell, he probably couldn't think anymore after the next moves, when Mello slid up in a way so sensual that Matt could feel a boner come.
He was obviously in for a good one because it was far from being over, and Mello was making sure that he had his full attention, almost making love to that pole and then rising on it using hands and legs until he almost reached the top, and suddenly dropping in a gravity defying trick, his hands letting go to catch himself with his thighs a little lower, his body making a full circle in the air in the process. The guy sure had some training, and guts too, to use tricks like that when he was half drunk. Or he was possibly doing this because he was half drunk.
Matt had no clue, and his brain wasn't about to start working again, seeing Mello approach on the catwalk, right in his direction. The way he walked, damn... it was crooked in a way but it was so hot...

Matt looked around him, feeling desperate, he was losing it right now and that wasn't good at all. His eyes crossed Danny's who was resting his back against the backdoor's frame. The look in the bodyguard's eyes was somehow puzzled and it didn't bode well, Matt thought.

Soon, the rockstar was on the table, the catwalk stopping a mere inches away, Mello jumping to get closer to Matt, who started, not expecting the musician to take it that far, on all four right in front of him. It was lucky that the table had been cleared of the plates because Matt was sure that Mello would have sent it all crashing on the floor.
Mello rested on his knees, ass in the air in an inviting position, back bent and his face coming closer to Matt's as he crawled slowly, his smirk back and his eyes half lidded, until their foreheads rested one against the other. The redhead knew that all eyes were on them and he felt terrible for letting this happen, but the problem in his pants prevented him to walk away.

He breathed when the song ended, but unfortunately for him, Mello took that as his cue to straddle him, getting off the table and putting his arms around Matt's neck, their foreheads still touching.
"Mello, you're wasted."
"I'm not. I'm not stupid enough to pole dance while being drunk."
Matt withdrew a bit and he had to admit that Mello looked pretty sober right at the moment. The guy sure could hold his liquor.
"So you have no excuse to be doing this to me." Matt chuckled because it was really awkward, but still quite funny how hard Mello tried to seduce him. It was probably a premiere for the guy, to have to put some effort in getting someone, since he usually had what he wanted with a snap of his fingers.

Matt tried to push Mello off him but stopped immediately when he saw him grimace.
"Did you hurt yourself?" he enquired, slightly worried because that drop was insane and Mello had probably been a bit presumptuous doing it.
"Nah, it's from a few weeks ago, but I suppose that I overdid it tonight and the pain woke up. I'm fine." Mello explained, "I'm really fine here..." he grinned, rolling his hips, making Matt gasp as their crotches rubbed. Mello knew. Fuck.
"Don't get all worked up, it means nothing, okay?" Matt protested, pushing Mello off him for good this time.
"It means that you're not indifferent to my charms at least." the musician laughed, mimicking blowing a kiss with a purse of his lips as he sat back at his place. Straightening on the fake leather couch, he grimaced again.
"Maybe we should head back, if you're in pain." Matt offered.
"We still have one hour before elimination so half an hour here, and I really want to spend that time with you if you're going tonight."
"Why? I mean, we won't be seeing each other again and we don't really care about each other, so we could part now and it would be all the same."
"Because half an hour may be enough to make you want to stay, and I swore I wouldn't ask you to stay twice."
"Sorry but again: why? If you just want to fuck me that bad, I have to say that you're quite the sexy thing and I wouldn't mind getting physical if that's the last thing that involves me with you, after all, but if I stay, there's no getting physical because I won't give you what you want, and I still might drop off anytime."
"You don't even know yourself what you want."
"True."
Matt's mind was pretty clouded, and he knew he didn't make sense right now. Damn, he was even telling Mello that they could probably fuck before he left after the elimination. What was wrong with him?
Probably the booze, the atmosphere, and that insane sexy display playing with his emotions... it was time to get a grip.
"Let's go back." he stood up, giving no other option to Mello.
The other stood as well, staring at him for a few seconds before making a sign to Danny in the distance. The man escorted them to the limo and left them with the driver.

The drive was silent, but Mello barely refrained a groan as he exited the limo.
Matt hurried to his side to help him.
"Are you sure it's gonna be okay? You can't even walk alone." Matt asked, Mello seemingly in a pretty bad shape.
"Help me to my room." Matt gave him a dubious look, "I promise it's not a trick." Mello added, feeling the redhead's doubts, "Danny is taking care of stuff in town and he won't be back until elimination, that leaves only you to help me."

They walked to the rockstar's apartments unnoticed, everyone being upstairs getting ready for elimination or chatting together, music playing loudly, covering noises of the car and the door.
"It's lucky they don't see me like that, Cry baby would probably break down in panic." Mello chuckled, his mouth twisting from the pain in his back that came with the small laugh.
"Do you plan on eliminating him tonight? I mean, that would probably be best for him, he's head over heals for you and the more he stays, the more you will hurt him..." Matt replied, erasing all doubts and theories Mello had made up in his mind about a possible alliance between the two, or Matt having views on Lou. Somehow, he was relieved that things were as simple as they initially seemed. It was all the more fun for him.
"I can't discuss that with you. But you shouldn't be so concerned about Lou, or anyone for that matter, none of them care about you in return."
"Is that a reason not to care, in your eyes? You must live in a sad little world if your actions for others are only dictated by what they initially did for you..."
"Oh, hello Mister Sermonizer... seriously, keep this shit for others." Mello grumbled.
"Oh no, Mister I'm-Always-Right, I keep this especially for your big fat attitude." the redhead replied, smiling this time, feeling no offence in Mello's words, just a bit of defensiveness.
Mello smiled back, feigning a huff.

The singer tried to remove his shirt but he could barely lift it over his head so Matt helped, and Mello laid on his stomach on the bed, groaning again in pain. Matt thought that he was probably exaggerating a bit.
"You don't expect me to give you a back massage, do you?" Matt laughed at the poor attempt, Mello turning his head to give him a falsely indignant look.
"What? Damn, I take my date to a fancy place, with the limo and all, I do a sexy dance, and I don't even get to have at least a little physical contact? Awww man, you're killing me more than my back right now!" Mello exclaimed, laughing in his pillow.
"You would probably regret it anyway, I have no clue how to do that." the redhead couldn't help but laugh back.
"Try, at least! You of all people know how to push the right buttons!" Mello teased him, grabbing Matt's arm and pulling him closer.
"Don't come complaining when it gets worse!" Matt straddled Mello's ass, not even thinking twice since there was no other way for doing this, and started doing little circles on the singer's lower back with a pressure of his thumbs.
"Oh fuck... that feels good..." Mello moaned, "Keep doing that Mattie, oh yes... mmh... FUCK YES!"

Matt got off Mello, laughing. "And here I thought you were really in pain!"
"I am, seriously. But it's true that I had another idea in mind..." the singer rolled on his back and pulled the redhead back to him, the latter, knelt at his side, landing on top of him but straightening right away, this time straddling him at waist level.
"Don't do that Mello..." Matt said, trying to free his wrist from Mello's grip.
"You said we could fuck since you're leaving tonight, so why not?"
"Because elimination is in twenty minutes." Matt knew it was the lamest reason he could give but he was having a hard time right now not giving in. Mello was shirtless, gorgeous, and they were both adults so even if it all looked so wrong, he was starting to want it...
"I see, sweet Mattie doesn't want a quickie, he wants the big game... so be it. It was now or never so I guess it's a washout... I'll see you at the elimination."
"I will be gone already. I don't want anymore tricks, you could as well eliminate two other guys and I'd still have to drop in front of the cameras so I'm off now."

Matt stood up from the bed and exited the bedroom.
As he was heading upstairs, Danny ran after him.
"Matt! I've got to talk to you about some arrangements Mello made for you since you're leaving tonight, I need you to sign some papers before elimination." he explained, leading Matt outside of the mansion, where a man in suit was waiting with a few papers in hand, "It's Mello's lawyer, Mr Bates. Mello had this arranged right before his... little show off at the Whisky A GoGo."
"Huh, hi?" Matt addressed the lawyer, unsure what to do at that point. Papers to sign? He had signed the initial contract so that was pretty weird, even more so that Mello had nothing to do with the contract, only the production did, "But I'm not going to eliminations, I'm actually leaving right now."
"I see..." Danny seemed to think for a few seconds, "Well, that doesn't change anything I guess, please sit in the limo, you'll be better in there."
"Okay..." Matt entered the car, followed by the lawyer, who started explaining the situation.
"Mr Jeevas, my client has made these arrangements for you since you will be leaving the show tonight. I'll let you read them right now." the man handed him a single sheet from the ones he was holding.

The more he read, the less he understood what was going on in Mello's mind. What the hell? It was just so completely out of character for the rockstar, but at the same time, maybe he was completely wrong about the guy, he just didn't know anymore.
"I'm sorry, I can't sign that." the redhead gave the sheet of paper back to Mr Bates, and exited the limo, heading back inside and up the stairs.