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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?

Comments

[chocolatefetish.livejournal.com]

Damn Matt, trust him to tease at a time like this! Couldn't he tell that Mello needed this just as much as he did? Fine, then. He made up his mind then and, with no warning, pulled away from Matt's mouth and dropped to his knees, tugging Matt's pants lower at the same time. Smirking to himself, he took his cock in his hand and licked the head, first slow circles, then just flicking it with his tongue. If he wanted teasing, Mello could tease. Not that he didn't expect repayment in kind, but he could easily give a welcome back blowjob Matt wouldn't ever forget.

[nicotinic.livejournal.com]

Hands dropped to his sides as Mello moved down, a slight whimper heard from the loss of contact, forcing his eyes open to try and see what exactly Mello was doing. Knees almost buckled when he felt the initial contact, the feeling only increased as the action was repeated and then some. Slouching down against the wall, Matt dropping his head back against it, a resounding 'thunk' heard has it connected; he didn't care, the fact Mello was teasing him right then was all that he could think about, hips arching forward with a desperate sort of whine, "Mello--"