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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]

"Of course it does." Mello smirked at Matt's innocent look; he didn't really expect Mello to buy that, did he? They both knew better than that. "I thought it was damn obvious I'm an exhibitionist." Not all the time and he didn't require it, but an audience definitely gave sex an added thrill it didn't have otherwise. He really had expected Matt to know; the way Mello dressed and moved practically shouted that he wanted to be looked at.

Not that they'd had a chance to do anything with it before, not when they didn't dare risk attracting Kira's attention. In Paixao, however, Mello didn't care nearly so much. He'd seen little sign of Kira other than the single fanboy he'd seen posting once and hardly anyone seemed to notice him at all. Why not liven up the place by giving people something worth looking at? Not to mention he was horny as hell and these pants made it damn obvious.

[nicotinic.livejournal.com]

"Should've guessed." Heaving a sigh and rolling his eyes, Matt shook his head a little. "It's slightly obvious in some cases, but I wasn't sure if it carried over through every aspect." Not that he had a complaint about it. It was all the same to him; Matt was pretty much shameless when it came to things like that. He had pride, sure, but it wasn't about to be hurt any by doing something so public. If anything it really did make the sex better. Although he knew nothing could rival the feeling of having sex while the risk of getting caught loomed over you. Doing it in public definitely was comparable, though.

Fingers ghosted up and down over his back a few more times, enjoying the free reign he seemed to have for the moment. Eventually, Matt's hand that had been once resting upon the blond's hip moved, slipping up under his shirt and raking his nails across his stomach, stopping to circle his navel. Moving a little lower, he hooked his fingers over Mello's belt, then stopped. It was completely obvious how hard Mello was, but Matt decided not to acknowledge it. Instead, he pulled him closer to snatch another kiss.