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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 said nothing, at least nothing coherent, any words lost in the groan that escaped him as Matt actually started to seriously blow him. Even with the inevitable teasing (and hadn't he had enough of that), it felt better than anything he'd had in far too long. Even before, they'd rarely had a chance to really take their time and enjoy each other, and then it had been too late. Now, with a second chance, Mello didn't intend to waste it.

Or fail to enjoy anything, especially not this, though as his head fell back against the wall, fingers scrabbling for holds against the rough brick, he knew it wouldn't take long at all, not after he'd waited so long. That was okay. There would be other chances. Mello would see to that.

[nicotinic.livejournal.com]

Honestly wishing he'd had more time to give Mello a proper blow job, Matt knew he had to settle for the quickie down the alley way; not that he had any plans of making it any less than excellent. Mello deserved it after being alone so long again, didn't he? Abruptly stopping his mind from wandering, Matt sucked him in deeper, rubbing his tongue along the underside as he did and tugging his pants down a little more, if only so he could dig his nails in; more marks. A testament to what exactly they'd been doing down the side street.

Realizing that Mello wouldn't take much more, one of Matt's hands maneuvered back down. Tracing the curve of his groin, down his inner thigh and back up again, his fingers eventually found their way back up. Matt wasted no more time in what he was doing as he reached up, massaging Mello's balls again and taking him in as deep as he could at the same time; sucking hard.