Mello

I woke up early on Sunday morning to visit the school building to see Mr Stephen, leaving Matt sleeping in bed to get over his hangover. I kinda enjoyed staring at his sleeping face for awhile. Shit, what the fuck? I could not let the weirdness from yesterday continue. So I just filled my mind up with Mr Stephen. You didn't think I'd forget about our hot new art teacher, did you? Of course not. Damn, art students have to come back to school on Sundays too? How unlucky. But their reward is Mr Stephen; I guess I wouldn't really mind either.

I entered the building and started looking around for the art room, which turned out to be at the end of the hallway on the second floor. Its quite strange that I never actually KNEW we had an art room. Well, its show time. Fixing my hair and jeans, I gingerly poked my head into the room, smiling. Literally the entire class turned to face me, including Mr Stephen, whose eyes grew wider. "Yes?" he mumbled.

"Oh, don't mind me; I'm Mello, by the way. I'm just here to find Steve," I answered and quickly walked over to Steve who was conveniently seated at the front row. Everyone's gazes turned towards him and said guy had a silly grin plastered to his red face.

"Uh, you can't just walk in during class. I'm sorry," Mr Stephen took a step towards our table but didn't move any further than that.

"I won't disturb you guys, I swear! I just want to observe. And I know that's against the rules, but..." I frowned, casting my eyes toward the wooden brown desk. I could almost hear him contemplating his next move; but I guess he decided to give it up cos he stopped arguing and continued on with his lesson.

"Hey Mello," Steve snorted.

"Mm."

Oh God, Mr Stephen looks so hot when he teaches. I'm gonna get him, I swear. I don't care what it takes; I'm so determined.

This is where my mission starts.

I walked back to the room when the art class ended. Ok, so I didn't have MUCH progress today. Mr Stephen had to leave immediately after class to go somewhere urgently so I had no chance to speak to him, sadly. Matt was already seating up in bed when I entered the room. "Oh...hey where were you?"

My mouth slammed shut. Suddenly, I didn't feel like telling him exactly where I had gone. I felt kind of...guilty. But why? Perhaps it was because I knew it would hurt him. Then, he would give me that face he always uses to hide his pain; which I was really used to by now, mind you; but somehow this was different. "I-was out with...Nick," I lied, shifting from one foot to another.

"Oh, ok. Shit, sorry, my head hurts."

"That's because you drank so much last night."

"Oh, yeah. Last night..." he looked up at me.

"Why DID you drink so much?"

He looked down hurriedly before replying. "Uh, I guess cos everyone was in a party mood and I didn't want to be a wet blanket or whatever."

"Really? Are you sure that was it?" Oh, shit, someone stop me. I seemed to have lost all control over my body, but my fucking mouth kept running.

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"Are you sure it wasn't because of the game?" I stepped toward him with my hands on my hips until I was towering over his bed, towering over him. I was subconsciously hoping that it was because Matt heard about me and Noah and was drinking to 'drown his sorrows'. Drinking to forget sounded like a damn good reason to get pissed drunk.

"What game?"

"Don't play dumb with me!"

"Christ, Mello! Why are you interrogating me? I have a fucking headache and I'm really not in the mood to answer your questions!"

With that, I snapped back to reality and regained my sensibility. Damn, now he was pissed. "I-I'm sorry, Matt..." I stammered. He opened his mouth then shut it again, as if he was shocked. Heck, I was shocked. I just apologized to Matt, and really sincerely too, which wasn't a problem, but not something I would've done, say, a week ago. And now...? What the hell was happening to me? Was I getting soft or sappy or was I starting to...care about Matt? Maybe I was starting to like him, just a bit, but still too much. This was not suppose to happen.

...

I started visiting the art room everyday after classes just to see Mr Stephen, selfishly using Steve as my access card. Its not as if I didn't feel bad about cheating his feelings like that, I just cared about Mr Stephen a little more. But it was working. Mr Steohen learned my name the second time I was there.

"Mello, as in M-e-l-l-o-w?"

"No, Mello as in M-e-l-l-o."

And he had laughed. Lots of the dudes kept trying to get my number after class, but I was more interested in giving it to Mr Stephen. But he was just so innocent; I didn't know what was going on in his pretty head. The obvious flirting didn't work, it was time to make it physically. So I decided to ask him out; not exactly a date, but close enough. I walked up to him one day while he was packing up his stuff. "Hello Mello," he smiled.

"Hey, Mr Stephen. I just wanted to tell you that you really good and I know I don't take art or anything but you are great!"

He blushed pink, waving his hand. "Thank you, Mello, but I'm really not as great as you think I am."

"Its true! I really like you!"

His blush darkened noticeably. "I really like you too, Mello?"

"Really? So you wouldn't mind going out for dinner with me?"

"T-tonight?"

"Would be great! Unless you've already got something on...?"

"Uh, no I think I'm free tonight." my heart skipped and my grin widened.

"Th-that's great! Lets go." I followed him out the door and we walked to the school parking lot.

"I hope you don't mind taking my bike. Its my baby," he led us to a sleek, glossy black motorbike. It was gorgeous! Damn, he has good taste. I nodded excitedly, taking the helmet he handed me. "Where to, Mr Keehl?"

"Uh, just keep driving. I'll tell you where to go." Actually, i had a pretty good destination in mind; somewhere not to expensive but not too casual. I got onto the bike behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist as he started the engine. It roared to life and we tore through the school gate out onto the main road. I hugged him tighter, my fingers fluttering at his stomach. But as exhilarating as it was riding on the back of a badass motorbike with the sexiest teacher alive, it all had to end as we neared our destination. "Make a right turn here," I mumbled into his ear. He did as I said and turned.

We entered the parking lot of a little cafe called The Rose Petal and the bike slowed to a stop. "Oh, what a lovely tea shop," Mr Stephen gasped. Then, without reason, his face suddenly became downcast. "Erm, its a pretty couple-y place, Mello."

Oh crap. He didn't look very happy about that...maybe I made a bad decision in destination.

"Did you come here with a...like, a lover before...?"

"What?" I asked, surprised.

"Oh, sorry for asking something weird. I-I was just wondering how you knew about this place."

Shit. Well, actually, Nick did bring me here once(where we had sex in the toilet) but he did NOT need to know that. "Uh...my friend just happened to buy some really nice crossiants from here one time so I wanted to try it out. With you."

"O-Oh I see. Ok, well, lets get in then." He tried to smile it off but I could still feel tension, which needed to be gotten rid off ASAP. But as we walked into the shop, I saw...Matt! I gasped, taken aback, and stepped back. What was he doing here? It was a good distance from the school.

"Mello? What's wrong?"

Matt looked over from behind the cashier counter but didn't say anything. That was...odd. I stared harder and realised that that was not Matt. In fact, I started to question myself. How the hell did I mistake that for Matt? That dude had brownish hair and blue eyes, dressed nothing like Matt, and did not have his eyes glued to a video game. Also, he was a cashier. I'm pretty sure Matt was not working as a cashier in a cafe. No matter how little I knew about him, I still knew that. So...why?

"Mello? Are you alright?"

"Uh, yeah. Sorry. I just thought I saw..." he looked over with a puzzled face. "Nevermind. There's a free seat there." The tension remained there, if not heavier. So I did the best thing I could think off; I held Mr Stephen's hand to pull him to the table. I almost thought he was going to recoil; but he smiled.

We filled up the window seat with an overview of the rose garden outside. This was the perfect place. Mr Stephen was still red; embarrassed, shy? I don't know. But I wanted to tease him about it. "Your face is flushed. Is it too hot here?"

"No, you're too hot," he said, staring straight at me.

I definately did not expect that from such an innocent, shy character, not that I wasn't happy. But the shock came first. "Thanks?"

He smirked, then chuckled. "Oh Mello. You never fail to amaze me."

Wow he was getting chatty now. Maybe the change in environment was spurring him on. Guess he can't really show interest to a student in school, but here? Where no one could see us? That's a different story. I knew this was a good idea! By tonight, I'll have him spinning in my hand. By tomorrow, I'll conquer.

"Well let's eat," he raised his hand to call a waiter over.

"Yea. Let's."

We talked more, mostly flirting. And I found out more about his life; like he has five sisters(FIVE), and he used to hate art in high school until he decided it was the only subject that could get him somewhere. And he wasn't as shy as I thought he was; I broke his facade that night.

The 'date' went beautifully; ended beautifully too, though I didn't want it to end. But still, everything was perfect. I even got a goodnight kiss out of it. Mr Stephen was dropping me off and I knew I had to make good use of the chance. So while I was getting off the bike, I turned back to him and frowned.

"What? You didn't enjoy it?"

"No, not that. In fact, quite the opposite. I enjoyed it so much, I just want something to remember it by." I was hoping he had gotten the hint. I didn't really want to spell it out for him.

"Like what? Like...this?" He leaned forward, agonizingly slow. I was praying so hard that it was going to be a kiss; I had no idea how I'd react if this was his idea of a sick joke. I'll probably get a heart attack. He held my chin between his fingers and pulled me toward him, letting my eyes blink shut. Soon, the distance between us was gone and he stole my breath when we kissed. It was a pretty deep kiss too. I still felt hot when we broke apart, like I was still missing something. "I hope that was a good enough momento."

"It was good. I'll be asking for something..more...next time though," I gave him a playful wink before walking off into the dorm. I faintly heard him call "Goodbye" to me before the engine of his bike revved off. I was still on cloud nine though; I don't even know how I managed to walk all the way back to the room, but I did.

"Hey Mello. You're back pretty late today," Matt said once I went in. I didn't bother to reply him; I was too high in the clouds. "Are you...drunk?"

"What the fuck? Good evening to you too, Matt."

"I'm sorry. You just seem a bit high. So...who were you with?"

"N-no one." Shit, it was the guilt again. It was back.

"Oh, yeah, Mello. Go ahead and lie to me. As if I didn't already see the whole thing unfold right in front of me through our window. It shows an overview of our driveway, you know." What? Oh no...Matt was showing me that face again and i just felt so terrible. It was a feeling I've never felt before, and never wanted to feel again.

"You. You saw us?"

"Unfortunately so. So who was he?"

"No one. Just some random guy. Why are you so angry, anyway? Why do you care? I didn't know it was any of your business."

He gaped at me for awhile, his expression unchanging. "I'm not angry. Its just that you've been staying back in school alot lately, and I thought maybe it had something to do with that random guy. "

"Well, like I said, its not any of your business." He stopped arguing with me then. Instead, he 'hmphed' and buried himself under the blanket, probably thinking he could hide from me that way. And I didn't feel like arguing either.

...

I went to the art room again the next day, trying to avoid Matt's suspicious stare the whole time while walking out the lecture hall. Today was the big day. I couldn't wait any longer; its been a week! That's more than enough time. I think.

I plopped myself next to Steve who was setting up his canvas. "Erm, hey...Mello..."

"Hi Steve. What's wrong? You're all red."

"I w-was just...wondering if-if you were maybe...free? Tonight?"

"I'm sorry, Steve. I've got something planned. Maybe tomorrow."

His face lit up. "Re-really? Yeah! T-tomorrow's great."

Aw, how cute.

Mr Stephen walked in at that moment and all my attention turned to him. Just remembering our kiss made me light headed. He smirked in my direction and I winked back. When the lesson started, I zoned out, naturally(I wasn't taking the subject anyway). I had the perfect plan planned out in my head and I was rehearsing it out in my mind. It was pretty perfect. I just hoped it would work perfectly. I've been putting off all my...urges...cos I've been spending all my extra time in the art room and I was just about ready to burst. Jacking off was NOT an option because I always believe that was for the ugly, desperate and dumb. I was definately NOT ugly or dumb, but a little bit desperate right now. So Mr Stephen better not blow me off. I wonder how he does it... Mmm...

Is he a virgin?

What's his favourite position?

I need to find out.

The class went on FOREVER. Or at least I felt like it did. I was fidgeting in my seat the whole time, praying for it to end soon. With five minutes left, I was just about ready to jump him I front of the whole class; but I had more restraint than that. Finally, it ended and everyone started packing up their things soooooo slowly, and some even stayed behind to chat up Mr Stephen. So I had to wait yet some more. Patiently, until the last student had scampered out of the room. It was then that Mr Stephen decided to look up and notice me.

"Mello, why are you still here?" he grinned.

"I believe you still owe me something, Mr Stephen..." I whispered, flashing the same cheeky grin back at him.

"Oh, was yesterday not enough?" he walked towards the table I was currently leaning against, taking his hands out the pocket of his jeans.

"Not even close. Convince me that you can do better."

He continued walking towards me until we were only inches away. Placing each hand on either sides of my hips, he leaned forward slightly. "Alright. Prepare yourself." Suddenly, he lunged forward and we were connected. And maybe it was just suppose to be a peck, but I didn't want it to end. I grabbed his tie, pulling him closer, so desperate for more. We stayed like that for awhile, enjoying it, but he pulled away halfway through and stared into my eyes intently.

"W-what?" I hope I didn't do anything wrong.

"Can I tongue you?" he asked. And he was completely serious! I laughed, amused at his cluelessness. "What's so funny? I don't want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable."

"No...its not that, that's very thoughtful of you. But haven't you thought that maybe I wanted this just as much as you do?" I said, releasing the grip on his neck. His eyes widened and a goofy grin began to form on his lips. "Do whatever you want."

"Don't regret it."

He kissed me again, slipping his tongue into my mouth this time. I played along, letting my tongue tease his as well. He didn't seem to be making another move, so I had to start. Loosening his tie, I started to unbutton the buttons on his shirt, untucking it from his pants. His hands remained steady on my waist, not daring to venture further. I whimpered into the kiss, grinding my hips forward. I guess he got the hint cos his hands travelled down to undo the laces on my pants. I slid my hands into his opened shirt and felt up his toned chest.

"You wanna do it here?" his lips quivered. "I didn't lock the door…"

"No one's gonna come in here," I replied, getting onto the table. He settled in between my legs, licking down my neck and nuzzling my collarbone. I felt my pants get stripped off but I was too into it and I was so numb already. Mr Stephen held me by the shoulders and gently pushed me down so I was lying flat on the table and spread my legs. His belt buckle clinked as it knocked against the wooden table while he positioned himself in front of me.

"Don't regret this, Mello."

"I-I won't," gasping, I grabbed his crisp collar and pulled him into a kiss. "Go on."

He gulped and slowly entered me, his breath quickening. "Are you Okay, Mello?"

I nodded, squeezing my eyes shut. The heat was too overwhelming and I could feel our hearts pounding together when we connected. He began moving inside me and I almost screamed. It felt too good after so long, after fighting for so long just for this, and now it was really happening. I almost couldn't believe it; and I wouldn't have believed it was real if there wasn't an amazing surge of pleasure with every thrust. I held on to the table edge, desperate for something to hold on to before I completely lose myself in the bliss.

…

Mr Stephen threw his clothes back on while I remained on the table, cleaning "fluid" off my leg. "That was great, Mello. You're amazing."

"You- you were pretty good yourself."

"No, I mean it…you're amazing…" he smiled softly, grabbing my hand. "I really…really like you." He was blushing like a preschool kid admitting to his first crush, and maybe that's what he was.

"I really like you too."

"No, I REALLY like you. I don't ever want to let you go, Mello." My heart sped up as I came to a realization; he…loved me? Did I love him too? I wanted to; maybe then I could start afresh, start all over. But even as the words started to form on my tongue, I still felt like something was seriously missing, like my heart was still somewhat empty. And somehow, call it instinct, call it experience, but I knew that confessing to him would not make it any more filled. "I'm sorry. This may come as a shock. You probably don't hear that very often from random guys you've slept with. Gosh, what am I saying…"

"No. You're not a random guy. You're honest, and gracious and…incredible."

He looked at me with expectant, pleading eyes, like those of an abandoned soul.

"But…I'm sorry…I'm a jerk and…and I was just toying with you. I'm sorry," I stammered before hopping off the desk. He reached out to hold me but I turned and ran, and even as I ran I could still feel his gaze burning into me.

Author's note: Happy Valentine's day! Sorry if you think Mello's a total ass for ditching Mr Stephen like that, but remember!: EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON…

Again, HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!