"If it's such a burden, you don't have to," Mello snapped, offended by the eye-rolling. Sure, it was a kink, but hardly a horrible one. And he could live without it, even if he didn't relish the idea of the train ride at the moment. He quashed the tiny doubt that wondered if it were really that Matt didn't want to be seen with him, now that he looked like this. Surely he would have said so before, when they started kissing, wouldn't he?

But then Matt was touching him again and Mello stopped caring that he was pissed off. As long as Matt wasn't so annoyed by the idea that he changed his mind, he could live with it. Even if he bitched about it later. For the moment, he tilted his head and kissed back, reining in his impatience to keep from squirming against him. Not having a handy place to stash his gloves, he left them on, sliding leather-covered fingers under Matt's shirt and tracing just inside the waistband of his pants. "Maybe we should move, get out of traffic." An audience was fine, but the stability of a wall to lean against would be welcome, not to mention he'd rather not be run over.