Hangover Remedy

AN: Wow.. my brain has just been so damn perverted lately. Good for you... bad for me?

Suggested Listening: Spaceship by Puddle of Mudd; Shut it Down by Pitbull; So Happy I Could Die by Lady Gaga (this was my playlist for the creation of this. On repeat.....)

~Hangover Remedy~

Matt looked up at the sudden groan and appearance of a shirtless, yet still leather clad, blonde in the kitchen doorway. He snickered at the look of absolute misery on his friends face. It served him right after the night before.

Mello had gotten off the phone with Near, after Near had apparently asked for Mello to drop his current case as the albino had taken an interest in it, and raided their supply of alcohol. Which had been extensive.

Had been being the key words.

But Matt was just happy that Mello hadn't decided to use him as a human piñata this time. Instead he had consumed a horrid amount of booze and chocolate, after ranting incoherently for over an hour, and passed out on the couch.

To which Matt had oh so nicely deposited him into his own bed so he could play his games on the couch.

And now Mello, who was shirtless, was stumbling into the kitchen and for all appearances was death warmed over. Mello had to have the mother of all headaches. But again, Matt didn't feel too bad. The blonde, who was never much of a drinker, should have known better.

"Hey Mello." he said from his position at the sink, where he had just finished washing his breakfast dishes. Mello sat down and moaned as he let his head connect gently with the table only to turn his cheek to the side to stare blurrily at him.

Ok, so perhaps Matt did feel slightly bad for his friend. But only slightly.

He grabbed a glass of water and the bottle of Tylenol and handed them to the blonde who muttered his thanks. Matt couldn't take his eyes off of the exposed skin the blonde was willingly showing.

Mello hated having his vest off, which was sometimes covered by a jacket to boot, as his scars were completely shown. Matt had always wondered what they felt like, as he had only dealt with them when they had been the charred and gooey mess after the explosion.

And during the duration of the Kira case they hadn't exactly had time to heal, so it was only recently, after his new found interest in his friend, that he had really wanted to run his fingers across the scars.

Mello left the empty glass and uncapped bottle on the table and didn't appear to be moving for the time being so Matt cleared it away for him. "You know, you could always get drunk again and it will get rid of your hangover."

Mello hissed something in German at him that he didn't quite catch. Though it had sounded something like 'go jump in front of a bus'. Probably.

"Or you can just distract yourself with something until it goes away." he told the blonde. Matt didn't know why he had even thought of trying this...

"Like what?" Mello sighed as he shifted into a slightly hunched position so that his head was no longer on the table. Matt knew there was a good percentage that things could end badly, but there were the looks Mello gave him from time to time that had him thinking differently...

He stepped closer to Mello and tugged slightly at a piece of the silken hair. He was never one to really beat around the bush, so to speak, once he got himself motivated, but the narrowing of Mello's eyes made him pause, if only a for a second, before he continued on with his not quite plan.

Matt leaned in, hands now tangled in Mello's hair, and kissed him. Mello sucked in a breath, clearly surprised; but Matt didn't let him have his way once Mello came to his senses and instead, kept control of the kiss.

The blonde's hands crept up from hanging loosely at his side to pull him closer and Matt had to grin. His mouth tasted sweet, like chocolate, but also held the pungent aftertaste of stale liquor. Mello probably would have said he tasted like an ashtray if asked.

He pulled harshly at the blonde strands in his grasp and Mello let out a low moan. Stimulating the hair follicles, granted probably not that hard, was a good tension reliever for hangover headaches.

But Matt just liked to pull it.

He broke away, but not before licking the blonde's lower lip.

They were both breathless and Matt could see the desire that swirled around Mello's eyes and grinned. He really wished he had thought to do this earlier. He swung a leg over Mello and sat down in his lap and ground their hips together eliciting a gasp.

"Fuck Matt..." Mello groaned and his gloveless fingers slid under his shirt.

"That's the idea." he told the blonde. He kissed along the scared side of Mello's face, thoroughly enjoying the shivers he caused, and leaned over, as he began undoing Mello's belt, to nip gently at the blonde's ear.

He was forced to move away as Mello slid his shirt overhead and flung it to the floor and immediately latched his mouth onto Matt's exposed skin. The blonde's mouth was hot and slippery but Matt refused to get so absorbed that he lost all his senses, at least not yet.

His fingers fumbled, only slightly, with the laces of Mello's leather trousers and Mello's breath hitched as he pulled the blonde's erection free. He stood from his position on the blondes lap and yanked the leather down Mello's slim hips and greedily took in the creamy skin it exposed.

Mello kicked the leather the rest of the way off and was left sitting naked on the chair, his vest having never been put on in the morning. Mello trailed kisses down Matt's stomach from the new position and stopped at his hip, as he began to unbutton the denim, and sucked and nipped at the flesh until it was reddened.

Matt moved away just as Mello began to slide the jeans over the curve of his butt. He felt Mello's gaze on him as he walked across the kitchen and grabbed the cooking oil, which would do for now, and stripped the rest of the way.

Matt took in the site of Mello's nakedness once more and grinned. God damn he was fucking hot.

He took one last look at Mello before his gaze traveled over to the kitchen table, which was pushed up against the wall as it always was. It would definitely be useful.

He took the cap from the oil and set it on the table and allowed Mello to pull him close, his penis teasingly close to the blonde's mouth, until he was yanked down for a kiss and forced to seat himself in the blondes lap, further back so he didn't impale himself on Mello's own hardness.

He knew what Mello was expecting, and normally he might have complied, but not today. Today, Mello would dance to his tune, and he would enjoy it. He stood again and used the slight surprise to switch positions so that Mello was on his lap instead; though his back still rested slightly against the chairs back.

"Matt-"

He silenced the blonde with a kiss which Mello hungrily returned. He ran his fingers down Mello's side and scratched slightly at his hips which caused a sharp moan and Mello to rock against him.

He removed his hands and coated his fingers in the oil and gently pressed them against Mello's entrance, to which the blonde stiffened but didn't protest. Going by Mello's expression one finger was odd, two was uncomfortable and the third was slightly painful. At least until he hit the bundle of nerves that had Mello arching into the touch.

"D-damn..." Mello hissed. Matt kissed his neck as he stretched him but didn't take too long in the preparation as it never adequately prepared one for the real thing anyway. He removed his fingers and guided Mello down onto him.

Mello's face scrunched in pain as the head passed the tight ring of muscles and he was ridged by the time Matt was fully inside. Matt gave him a few moments to adjust before he thrust upwards.

Mello's fingers dug into his arms and he leaned his head against his shoulder; teeth clenched as if in anger. As Matt had expected, the current position wasn't working. He made Mello lean back completely against the chairs back and coaxed the blonde's legs around his side.

"Use the table." he told him and Mello didn't need any more instruction as he placed his feet against the edge to steady himself. He brushed back a slightly sweaty piece of blonde hair and trust hard into Mello who cried out.

It was easier to give Mello pleasure from that angle since it didn't require Mello to do most of the work. The blonde's gasps and moans sent heat to his already painfully hard dick and the nails scratching at his back sent shivers down his spine.

Mello let out a loud moan that might have been a word,,, but if it were it was too jumbled to understand. The chair slid slightly and Mello yelped, though Matt knew it hadn't been in pain. "M-matt!" he found Mello's lips again and swallowed another exclamation of his name as he let his hand slide between them to stroke at Mello's erection.

Only a few strokes later and Mello came, spilling semen against their chests and stomachs, as he bit at Matt's lips though he never drew blood. It was impossible, Matt thought, to continue with Mello clamping down around him like that.

He continued to slam into the breathless blonde until every last drop had been spilled from his own orgasm and Mello's legs had long since dropped from the table.

"Fuck..." Mello breathed against him. "I'm never getting drunk again." the blonde was now back into a normal position on Matt's lap with their foreheads touching. He had really hoped that Mello might be persuaded to continue this-

"I'll just have sex with you next time I'm pissed off." Matt found himself grinning at the words. Perhaps he didn't have to persuade Mello to do anything. It seemed, as Mello's fingers curled around his head and they locked lips again, that the blonde had long since made up his mind.

-End-

AN: yes I realize it's an awkward position but it works. So, you like? Or did I fail? Either way... its yaoi.. right?