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Character(s): Mello (chocolatefetish) and Matt (nicotinic).
Content: Matt shows up in Paixao with no idea as to what's going on, Mello comes to fetch him and explain. Hopefully.
Setting: At one of the cafe's close to the Vanaheim Gate.
Time: The afternoon of July 25th.
Warnings: They both have foul vocabulary, I'm sure. And later comments are definitely not appropriate for younger viewers♥

Matt poked at his journal a bit, lacking in things to be occupied with. Turning it over in his hands, he narrowed his eyes a little, evidently trying to see if he could get it apart without tools. Realizing, unfortunately, that there wasn't any possible way for him to, he turned it face up to look at the screen and see if there was anything from Mello. Noticing that was, in fact, negative, he flipped it over.

Leaning back in the chair, balancing it on its back two legs, he rocked back and forth on it. He seriously hoped he didn't fall. Dead again after two minutes of being alive; that'd take some real skill. Either way, he continued to move, back and forth, lazy rocking. It kept him entertained for all of five seconds before he stopped, checking the journal again before writing a response -- noticing his hands were shaking already from lack of nicotine -- and dropping it back to the table, leaning in to balance his chair again.

As he waited for Mello, he motioned the waitress over, ordering some baby tea; half tea, half milk, and lots of sugar. Debating on getting something for Mello, he thought about it for a moment before requesting a milkshake; chocolate, of course.

He just hoped the idiot would show up soon. Impatient much?

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[chocolatefetish.livejournal.com]

Oh, God. Mello moaned as he unfastened Matt's pants with fingers trembling as though he hadn't done this before, suddenly robbed of both familiarity and skill that should have made the task far easier than he was finding it at the moment. But then he was being distracted damn well at the moment.

Finally he got them open, yanking the fly apart forcefully, and had just worked his hand inside despite the awkward angle when Matt suddenly kissed him. His hand tightened on the head in reaction, the other braced against the wall, but Mello almost felt that he was falling, though he knew he wasn't. It had just been too damn long, that's all, and he wasn't used to it. Wasn't used to any of it: no Kira case, no Near, no sex, this weird-ass city... Matt felt familiar and not safe, never safe, but almost like home, as much Mello understood what the word meant.

[nicotinic.livejournal.com]

Matt's hand, albeit distractedly, slid up over Mello's chest, fingertips ghosting across his neck as his hand found its way to the back of his head, lacing his fingers in his hair. He had kissed his fair share of people, but that kiss-- his brain decided, right then, that it wasn't prepared to keep working. Mello's hand had finally worked its way into Matt's pants and fuck it felt good, even the slightest touch sent a shiver that moved his entire body. Mello had an effect on him that most other people couldn't fathom giving to another person. Matt wouldn't trade it for the world.

Bringing the blond slightly closer, Matt couldn't help but moan into his mouth, pressing up into his hand with an odd sort of desperation. It was all he could do to keep from pulling Mello down to the ground and doing something that greatly resembled molestation. Instead, he maneuvered his hand a little to get a better angle, dropping his hand down inside Mello's pants, fingers lacing at the base of his cock before giving him a few slow strokes; maybe a bit of a tease.