Note: Long chapter! I tried to complete the day in this one, because it takes me already more than two chapters for a day so I try to keep it altogether as much as I can. I'm afraid I'm heading for 30 chapters or more if I continue like this, when I had planned 15 -_-
Once again, thank you for the amazing reviews! *muah*!
I've got several PMs asking me this so I thought I'd put it here: the singing voice I imagined for Mello in this fic is something like Keith Buckley, The Damned Things version (not with his other band Every Time I Die at all, because it's really not the same XD )
Onto the... drama, aha!
It took a few seconds for Mello to actually process what had just happened. Really, he wasn't sure it had been a good idea to reveal his inner thoughts to the redhead. Part of him had decided to go for it as some kind of trial, because if anything leaked out, he would know he couldn't trust Matt, but the guy hadn't even ticked when he had talked about the contract. He had looked like he would sign it without a second thought. But then again, that could be fake.
It was still the most plausible scenario.
Anyway, he would have the contract made ready quickly.
Part of him though was really, really piqued. It bothered him that Matt always seemed so genuine because Mello was sure he wasn't, at all. The guy was extremely good at this talking thing, poetic metaphors, well chosen words, always the right answer at the right moment, Mello had to be careful, because his first reaction was always, ALWAYS, to fall for it, and he had to remind himself constantly that it was just an act. Hell, he could do that too, he had even tricked Matt himself, so the redhead had probably also a little revenge to take on top of the rest.
And if he was genuine, then... he would see. But it was unlikely. And yet... it was scary if he was, because caution would be hard to sustain. Oh well, if he was sincere there would be no reason to be cautious so there was no reason to be overthinking it right now.
The question in his mind now was mainly that Danny was someone that Mello trusted. Probably the one he trusted the most, if not the only one, and he had never felt prone to fall into long talks like he just did with Matt. Not that Danny never tried, but Mello never allowed himself to drop the mask completely anyway. He didn't know why since if there was someone he could have done that with, it was his right hand man. He cared for the man, he would never fail him, and he respected him, but... why then not have more consistent conversations with him?
Hey, maybe he should try? Maybe that would be something he could use to understand Matt's actions?
He joined everyone in the kitchen, Matt preceding him of a few seconds.
"Okay, I'm gonna spend time with all of you today, so just do what you usually do when you chill at home and I'll come to you for individual time, so I can get to know you better. Be yourselves, there is elimination tonight, so it's no use trying to look cooler or do things you don't usually do because I'll notice for sure."
Matt was a bit surprised that Mello had decided for a day at home, or maybe it was the production that was deciding for events, he wasn't sure actually. But it was so not Mello to his opinion, and he was starting to think that he had a good understanding of the musician's personality now. Maybe even more than the ones that were his fans.
He would have imagined a more eventful day.
Do what he usually does. Well, that was an easy one for him at least.
"Oh, you actually can read?" Mello said sarcastically to Catwalk when he came back from his room with a book and sat in an armchair to read, glasses on, "I like the glasses though, that's kind of sexy on you."
Catwalk exulted, until Mello pulled the book from his hands to look at it.
"I think sexy is ruined." he said with a grimace, throwing the book in the model's lap, "I can't believe someone brought fucking Twilight in here."
Catwalk didn't have the heart to read after that, his heart sinking to his feet thinking that he'd just paved his path to elimination, and hoping very hard that someone would do something a lot more prohibitory than him so he could avoid getting kicked out tonight.
Matt fetched his Vita upstairs, and went back to the main room, making himself comfortable on one of the couches.
He could hear Mello go from one boy to another, spending a few minutes with each of them, mostly uninterested by what they were doing. There were two or three more that were reading as well, but Mello didn't have nasty comments to utter about their books, and even ended up having a normal conversation with a guy named Charly, who wasn't the most cute of all although he was still handsome, with an obvious British accent, a mohawk and his hair dyed in navy blue. Landed here straight from Liverpool, Matt heard in the conversation.
His mum always made fun of him when he played and focused on something else in the meanwhile, saying that like any guy, he could never do two things at the same time, but somehow, some womanly instinct seemed to kick in when he was playing. It made him smile.
"What's making you smile?" Mello's voice whispered in his ear as Matt felt the seat lower under the singer's weight beside him.
"Not gonna tell, you'll make fun of me." Matt muttered, focused on his game.
"I'm almost disappointed to see you're playing with that thing again, I would've liked to know what you like to do in your spare time that isn't playing, but it seems that's all you do..." Mello sighed.
"If it has to stay in the 'chill at home' area, then I'm afraid that's all you will see of me, indeed."
"So you do have activities outside of your home. Tell me."
Matt paused his game and looked at Mello, ready to find a smirk on his face, but there was none, just a small smile, a normal smile.
"I love driving, cars, motorbikes, kartings, anything, and shoot."
"Shoot?"
"I often go to the local shooting range, I tried some archery too, and well, I was in the dart club of my town from when I was 8 to 14."
"That explains all." Mello chuckled, understanding Matt's poor choice with his run the previous day, "I shall remember that." he winked. Matt wasn't sure if he should smile or worry with that last statement.
"I'll be back." Mello said, standing up for the couch to see what the boys he hadn't talked to yet were up to.
Matt couldn't help but think that Mello wanting to get back to him when he obviously wouldn't be back to the others meant something. Better not get worked up though...
Mello went in the training room. With a house full of guys that mostly cared for their looks, it was a given that the production would have a room set especially for body workout.
The brunette with the tribal tattoo was there along with another guy, and the least that could be said was that there was a lot of muscle involved in there.
"Nothing special to be expected here I guess..." Mello barely stayed a minute looking at them. Too much muscle, too unnatural. Probably too many protein shakes in those bodies... that really wasn't his cup of tea.
Three boys were playing snooker, which was a lot more interesting. He played with them for a moment, chatted a bit, but there was nothing sexy in playing snooker and downing beers, especially since those guys were more used to do that in bars than at home.
That left him with only three boys to check up on.
Damn, did the production choose the guys according to their lameness or what?
One was browsing through the pages of a catalogue, filling an order form, sprawled on his stomach on a bed.
"Shopping?" Mello huffed, rolling his eyes.
"I love to shop online! But we aren't allowed the internet here so I do what I can!" the guy complained, seeing that he had obviously lost points with Mello.
"Laaaame..." Mello yawned, leaving the bedroom.
Lou was in the next room, stretching, bending and doing splits.
"Getting ready for Moulin Rouge?" Mello smirked, resting his weight on the door frame, looking at the petite boy in motion, "I like that position, gives me some ideas..." he purred, although he knew he didn't need to with Lou, the boy was already his as he liked.
Lou grinned as he saw Mello close the door and lean against it, beckoning him to come to him with a crooked finger.
Mello slowly unlaced his leather pants and pushed the boy's shoulders downward, making him kneel. Grabbing a handful of hair, he guided him to his cock, sighing when Lou's mouth closed around his not yet erected member.
He wasn't long to be hard though, closing his eyes and letting his head fall against the wood of the door as he pushed himself further in, hearing Lou cough a little as Mello pushed his head forward at the same time, trying to mouth-fuck him to the hilt. Uncaring for the choking sounds coming from the chestnut haired boy, he continued to thrust and maintain his head until he released deep down his throat.
"Fuck Matt..."
The words that escaped him made Lou retreat, falling on his butt in the process as he lost his balance, Mello letting go of him with the realisation that he had actually really said Matt's name.
His look was hard as it fell on the boy, who was wiping cum with the back of his hand, anger in his eyes. There was no hurt in them, just anger.
"MATT?! You were thinking of Matt while I was sucking you?! What did he do to you that I didn't do? I do everything you want and you call me by this moron's name?!"
"Stop the drama, will you? I can think of whoever I want while I'm fucking you, that's none of your fucking business and you should be happy that I allowed you to suck me although you weren't the one I wanted, okay?"
Lou's tears rolled on his cheeks. It wasn't sadness, but pure disillusion, disappointment, and worry. He wanted Mello, but this stupid redhead was in his way and was apparently more important to Mello's eyes than him. He had thought that using sex was the one way to go to get what he wanted, but it obviously wasn't the case because Matt had never given in to Mello and yet, Lou wasn't Mello's favourite right now. Maybe playing shy or hard to get was actually the right way to go?
He would have to rethink his strategy for sure... he really needed to get Mello, he couldn't even imagine losing the contest. Mello was the perfect boyfriend, he was handsome, famous, rich, the other guys at the club would be so jealous! And they would surely stop mocking him when he would come to the club holding Mello's arm and that the musician would sit at the best table to watch him dance. Yeah, they would envy him so much...
Drying his tears, he stood up and smiled.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that, of course you can do what you want, I was just surprised, but it's okay now." he hung himself to Mello's neck, trying to kiss him.
"Get the fuck out of my face, I have no will to taste my own cum." Mello pushed him away firmly and exited the room. Damn, what a fucking mess up...
Turning around, he gave one last look at Lou. "Repeat that and you're out of the show."
He knew that it was enough for the petite boy to keep his mouth shut.
He made a stop in another room to see the only guy he hadn't seen yet, trying to focus on anything else than the words that had escaped him, and found him drawing.
Wow, the guy was talented.
"I'm actually a tattoo artist." he explained, showing Mello a few doodles, "I brought a folder with me if you want to see more."
"Yeah, I'd like to." Mello really liked what he was looking at already. He browsed through the folder, nodding in approval.
"Good job." he smiled before handing out the folder back to its owner, "What's your name again?"
"Joshua."
Even knowing that Matt would never hear about the little incident, Mello felt a bit tensed when he went back in the main room. Yes, he had imagined Matt sucking him off, and had been a little too much into it, hence the fuck up, but it was all the redhead's fault. Mello was attracted to him, and the little kiss earlier hadn't helped at all.
The kiss hadn't actually held anything sexual. If anything, it was tender. But it had made Mello want him even more, and who better than Lou for a little relief? Oh fuck, the boy should be happy to oblige, he wanted something from him right? He was lucky enough to get something, and if it wasn't for sex, Mello would have no interest in the petite stripper anyway. He had nothing against strippers, but he hated shoe-lickers and the way the boy had caught up with honeyed words his little tantrum was a proof of it. Hateful.
Letting himself fall beside Matt, he idly looked at the screen of his Vita for a moment.
"Don't tell me that watching me play is the most interesting thing you've witnessed here." the redhead chuckled.
"That's still pretty lame but at least it's nothing to do with sparkly vampires." Mello replied, raising his voice a bit on the last two words, teasing Catwalk.
Matt couldn't refrain a laugh.
"I wish I had all my games with me because I would have had one that you might have liked."
"Oh?" Mello was curious.
"Guitar Hero, or maybe Rocksmith too." he winked at the musician, who was obviously waiting for more explanations, "You have to play on a fake plastic guitar along a song and you get points each time you hit right, to make it short. Same goes with Rocksmith but you actually use real instruments."
"DANNY!" Mello yelled, making Matt wince since he was just inches away from him.
The man appeared. Matt wondered if he was always hidden in the dark because he always arrived quite fast.
"I need you to get me something." he addressed Danny, "Matt, can you explain Danny what we need to play Rocksmith? I really want to see that." he grinned.
Matt took a pen and paper from the coffee table and scribbled a few words, handing the little list out to Danny when he was finished.
It barely took half an hour for Danny to come back with the required items.
"I'm afraid I won't be able to show off because I have no clue what I'm doing with a guitar." Matt snickered as Mello came back from his apartments with two instruments.
"Who the fuck are Screaming Females?" Mello laughed, looking at the song list and pointing out the ones he knew, which were most of all.
Everything was plugged on the TV fairly quickly and Matt selected something easy to start with, according to Mello.
Or so he thought: "The Trooper" by Iron Maiden.
"Just play the song, I suppose you know better than me." Matt had no clue what the song was, he knew the band, had heard a few songs, but telling which one it was was asking too much of him. He would be bad at any song anyway so it didn't make a difference to the slightest.
He didn't even play. He just gaped at Mello when the song started and Mello began to hit the right notes one after the other. Fuck, it was insanely sexy, Mello playing with his usual confidence, the leather, the guitar, the guy was in his element and it was an evidence.
All the boys were gathered around them, and Matt realised that he wasn't the only one to be hot and bothered right now...
When the song ended, Mello had an almost perfect score.
"Beat that." he winked at Matt.
"I won't even try." the redhead laughed, the others applauding and whistling.
"I thought you were more a player than me!"
"I can admit when I don't stand a chance." Matt raised his hands in defeat, still laughing.
The other boys tried the game, and it was probably one of the rare moments when the competition stayed friendly.
"I'm hungry." Mello stood up from the couch where he was sat looking at the guys playing and headed for the kitchen, "Care to join me?" he offered to Matt, who followed, along with some others.
"Fuck, there's nothing ready to heat in here." Mello scoffed, closing the door of the fridge.
"What do you want to eat?" Matt asked, opening the fridge again, checking what was inside.
"Anything as long as it's edible."
Matt took a few ingredients out of the fridge under Mello's half mocking stare.
"Don't tell me you can cook?"
"I won't tell you." Matt chuckled, unfolding a ready-made crust in a pie tin, cutting a few vegetables quickly: tomatoes, onions, zucchinis... and dispersing them evenly in the tin before adding a mixture of flour, milk and eggs. He finished with grated cheese and put it in the oven.
"That's the annoying part now: waiting." he sat beside Mello at the kitchen counter.
"I'm impressed." Mello smiled, fetching two beers and handing one out to Matt, "You could have actually used that as a skill yesterday, although I don't want to imagine you putting food down your pants..."
Matt laughed heartily.
They ate, making idle conversation, all the others gathering in the kitchen, some finishing the pie Matt had cooked while the others helped themselves in the cupboards.
The rest of the day passed quite uneventfully, the boys playing some more Rocksmith, Mello leaving at some point to seemingly think about the next elimination, but Matt eventually understood the real reason behind that day 'at home': Mello's back was killing him, and the more the day progressed, the less he was able to prevent himself from wincing when he moved.
Without surprise, the online shopping addict was eliminated, to Catwalk's relief.