It Matters

"Woot!" Matt shrieked from the chair before the desktop. His right hand clicked the mouse and the page refreshed again. "Wow! It's gone up eleven in the last three seconds!" He span around in his chair, pausing to do a seated dance routine to the music in his head. "I r pwnage, 'kay?"



There was a click from the settee. Mello, eyes not shifting from the book in front of him, raising his gun to point it at the redhead. He growled, "I've got a fucking headache. Shut up."



Totally ignoring the potentiality of having his brains blown out, Matt pressed F5, clearing the cache and renewing the webpage. "Another two! Yay!"



"Matt, look at me."



"I know you're pointing a gun." Matt spoke to the computer and shrugged. "Wow! Another one!"



There was a creaking from the settee as Mello uncurled. A moment later, Matt's chair was propelled back a couple of inches, as a hand clasped him, covering his mouth. The gun was pressed hard into his temple. The blond hissed into his ear, "Which bit of 'I've got a fucking headache, shut up' is causing you so much trouble?" There was a sigh as Matt kissed the palm of his hand. "If I take an interest, will you stop calling out random crap every thirty seconds?" The head trapped between his hand and chest nodded. "What's happening?"



Matt's arm sneaked out from where it had been pressed down by Mello's thigh and he clicked open the notepad application. He typed onto it, 'I wrote something on teh internetz and it r pwnage.'



"I hate internet speak." Mello told him. However, he removed his hand and took away the gun. "What did you write and why is it so good?"



"I've got nearly 1000 hits." Matt restored the webpage and refreshed it. "Oh my God! I've got 1000!"



"Well done." The blond peered at the screen. "I'm very, very impressed. I feel honoured that I know such a talented person. I'm going to lie down." He turned and, retrieving his book from the settee, padded out of the room. A moment later, Mello called back. "Matt, I forgot my chocolate."



Refreshing the page again, Matt beamed. There were some forums where his very name would cause interest and viewing, but this was one where no-one knew him. As a complete noob, there was no history to garner supporters. He stood or fell on the merits just of this piece of work. Even anonymous, it patently weathered the test. That was a huge ego boost. "Coming." He called back, rolling off the seat onto his feet and jogging to deliver the chocolate from the settee to the bedroom. Mello was on his side, facing away from him, with the curtains closed. "1004."



The gun came up, Mello reaching out behind himself to point it. Matt laughed and crawled onto the bed, ducking under the arm to take his lover into his arms. Chocolate appeared in front of Mello's eyes and he retracted the gun to take it. "Ok, lie still." Matt eased the blond head onto his lap and removed his gloves. "Is the headache across the front?" Mello nodded slowly. "Ok, close your eyes." Gently, Matt massaged his lover's temples until the frown fell away and a kind of peace was evident in its place. Silence descended like a Sunday afternoon, lazy and soothing to the soul. Unusually, Mello had allowed himself to drift into sleep, the chocolate starting to melt as his hand held it against his chest, and his head lolling against Matt's thigh. Matt eased the bar away and placed it on the bedside cabinet. Kissing Mello's forehead, Matt inched out from underneath him, gently guiding that blond head onto the pillow. It was quite amazing how angellic Mello seemed, when he was asleep.



Tip-toeing out of the room, Matt closed the door behind him and raced to the desktop again. He refreshed the page and grinned like a Cheshire Cat. "Woot! 1015! Thank you world!" Blowing a kiss at the screen, he lit a cigarette, then sat there watching the number rise. Pride swelled from the well of feeling deep inside and washed away his insecurities; just for a moment, he was worth something. He was worth something good. So he typed a response, at last, into the little box at the foot of his work. "Thank you all for clicking. Over 1000 hits! Woot! Glad you liked it." Then sat back to enjoy the feeling.