All The Way Here

"Can't sleep either?" Mello asked into the darkness.



Matt's breathing skipped. "No. I was just going to have a look at the monitors. A cigarette." He slipped back into bed. "Fucking cold out there." He wrapped himself around Mello. "Worrying about shit or keeping watch?"



"Bit of both. Mostly the latter." Mello yawned. "No, mostly that fucking annoying state when you know that you really need to sleep to keep your brain sharp for tomorrow, but you just aren't tired at all." He slammed a portion of the quilt closer around his side. "And I finished my chocolate."



Matt's eyes widened, "All of it?"



"Yes." The blond moaned, closing his eyes again. Matt sighed and rolled out of bed again. Instantly he shivered in the freezing air and grabbed his jacket. "Where are you going?"



"To get chocolate."



"What?" Mello sat up, hair flopping wildly across his face and quilt clutched to his chest. He peered into the gloom. Matt sparked up a cigarette and dithered his way towards a cupboard. "Really?" Outside the wind battered the glass of window. The temperature felt like it had made it through. "You can't go out there. You'd catch your death of cold."



The redhead appeared back at the bed and leapt into it. "I'm not." He produced a bar of Mello's favourite brand and thrust it into his lover's hand. "From my secret stash." Even under the covers, still in his jacket, he shivered frantically. Only his head and one hand protruded, still holding the burning cigarette. "Oh my fucking God, how bloody cold is it? I thought America was warm!"



"Not in November, in New York." Mello's tone betrayed just how touched he was with the gift. "You have a secret stash of chocolate?"



"Did have. That's it." Matt replied cagily. "Oh fuck, forgot the ashtray."



"Here." Mello handed over a half full can of lager. "Thank you for my chocolate." He lay back down, pulling the quilt after him, then slid across to cover Matt's body with his own. "Shit, you're cold."



"Yeah." Matt arranged his limbs for maximum warmth and comfort. "Tomorrow I'm fixing the radiators. Kira can just wait."



Mello pushed his unopened chocolate bar under the pillow for safekeeping and proceded to tuck the quilt close around their entwined bodies. Beneath him, Matt had stopped dithering, though his skin was still icy. The cigarette was smoked; the butt landing in the liquid inside the can with an audible fizz. Mello took it off him and placed it on the floor. He commented coyly, "I know a good way to warm you up."



"Oh really?" Then, "Oh! God, no. My arms would fall off."



"It isn't mandatory that we handcuff you to the headboard, you know." Mello snapped back testily. "Some people go all their lives without ever being tied down at all and still manage to have hot sex."



"O... k..." Matt responded dubiously. His wrists were suddenly held in a tight grip far beneath the covers. Mello's grin was distinctly a leer. "What?"



"Just wondering if I could fuck you senseless without once letting go of your wrists." The blond dived in for a kiss, took it and leaned slightly upwards again. "I mean, you're pretty pinned down at the moment."



"You reckon I couldn't get you off me, if I tried."



"Not without losing the quilt and making me cold." Mello injected a warning edge to that statement. "Though you are very welcome to try."



Feigning submission, Matt moved suddenly. The quilts shifted, exposing Mello's shoulder and Matt stopped dead, feeling the blond's teeth sharp on his earlobe. "Ok."



"Now that was stupid, wasn't it?" Mello released his ear and shuffled down until he was fully covered again. Now it was Matt whose face and shoulders protruded into the icy air. Only the retention of his sleeveless jacket forestalled the same fate for the top of his chest. "If you can get it up with your teeth, I'll come back up there. If not, you can just freeze." Kisses covered his biceps underneath the quilt.



Matt laughed and did as he was told. Safely warm again, Mello returned to face him. The kisses ran all over his face this time, a smile forming over them. Matt felt himself blushing. "Mell, this is doomed to epic failure."



"Did I say you could talk?" Mello bit Matt's lip, holding it until Matt blinked. "Oh dear, first blood." Still holding Matt's wrists firmly at their sides, the blond shifted down to his lover's neckline. Taking the cold zip in his own teeth, he spat out tufts of fake fur, then slithered down dragging it after him. Matt was forced to grip the top of the quilt in his own mouth to save it from following Mello down to his thighs. Through some machinations there, the sides of the jacket were pried apart, revealing his bare skin and genitals underneath. Mello lapped at the latter like a kitten with cream, his fingers tightening bruisingly around their catch.



"Oh God..." Matt moaned, as his erection rose thick and hard, the ministrations of Mello's tongue already turning his legs to jelly. The quilt slipped from his lips and he was forced to bow his head quickly to recover it. He realized that Mello had effectively gagged him and that just added to everything else that Mello was doing. At that precise moment, it involving the blond sucking on one of his balls, until Matt wanted to thrash and forget all about warmth and covers. Keeping still was agony. He felt, and heard, Mello's snigger against his thigh and closed his eyes.



The blond snaked back up the length of Matt's body, trailing kisses all of the way. His legs looped around Matt's and the smirk he produced was pure triumph. "Still against the idea?" Mello asked, head cocked to one side, endeavouring to look cute. "You're feeling a little warmer." He kissed Matt's lips. "Oh yes, I told you to shut up, didn't I? Heh." Mello blew to knock the hair out of his eyes. "However, we are going to have to have a thirty second break because as good as this idea is, there are a couple of things not right." He released Matt's wrists and tugged at the jacket. "This has got to go for a start. Then you can turn right on over."



With a half-smile, Matt struggled up to pull the jacket free of his arms. Cold air rushed to assault the newly bared flesh and he scurried back down into the heat of himself and Mello. The blond was waiting for him to turn over, but a thought occurred. "How am I going to keep the quilt over us if I'm on my front?"



"Creatively." Mello replied, nails digging into the soft flesh of Matt's forearm. "Did I give you permission to speak?"



"You're such a bastard." Matt replied, then cringed in pain. "Ok!" He turned over fast and snuggled down as far as he could before his toes touched the bedstead. The quilt lay well above his head now. It was leeway.



"Clever boy." Mello forced back laughter and descended with him. "Right, Matt, where were we?" He sought and captured the redhead's wrists again, his thumbs finding new spots to bruise. Wriggling with all the subtlety of his slight frame, Mello's lips traced kisses all down Matt's spine, arriving finally across his arse and between his legs. Sucking, biting, licking, kissing, Mello's mouth covered the area countless times, until all of his willpower couldn't stop Matt wanting to buck and scream out. At the exact moment that he verged upon doing it, Mello slid upwards, pressing himself against the whole length of Matt's body. "Ready?"




Muted, Matt could only nod vigorously, receiving a kiss on his blackened eye. Though Mello's thumb and index fingers retained their steel grip around Matt's wrists, the rest of his fingers stretched out to enfold the back of his hands. His little finger hooked between two of Matt's fingers, pulling upwards and across. Forced by Mello's guiding, encasing hands, Matt pulled his legs further apart, then fondled himself. His breaths came out in ragged pants, as Mello's hardness pushed against his anus and entered with barely no resistance at all.




Mello pounded down, hard, then gentle, then hard again, no real rhythm to predict and match. Deep thrusts that found his G-spot and caused Matt to bite down on a crease of valance sheet to forebear from crying out. He wasn't allowed to make a sound, that was the name of this game, though it was really hard to maintain now. Mello was snickering in his ear, until his own breathing sharpened and he was lost too much in feeling.




They came only moments apart and lay sweating and spent beneath the covers. Mello's grip relaxed on Matt's wrist but he drew them up to his mouth and kissed the marks there. Several minutes past before either spoke, then it was Mello first. "Thank you for my chocolate." He swallowed and stretched up to retrieve it from beneath the pillow. "Oh, you can speak now."




"Fuck me that was..." Matt began, eloquently. "Ok, not an epic fail."




"That's good." Mello's face was a picture of sublime victory. "Told you I could warm us up."