Matt rubbed his eyes. He had been staring at the computer screen for almost 27 hours straight. He hadn't slept for 3 days and hadn't had a cigarette for 15 hours. Mello had left him to go to get chocolate but he'd been gone for so long, Matt suspected he'd gone to grow the beans and make it from scratch.
Running his hand through his almost-too-long-for-his-liking hair, Matt sighed. Looking at the clock he saw that it was almost one am. Mello had been gone for 12 hours.
As if on cue, the blonde stumbled through the door. He had a split lip and a cut down the unscarred side of his face. Matt jumped up.
"Shit… Mells… What happened?"
Mello looked at Matt and threw a packet of cigarettes at him. "LA is not a good fucking place to get lost, dude. Seriously."
As Matt got closer to Mello, he began to smell the alcohol on him. "How much have you had to drink?" Matt asked as Mello struggled to take off his leather vest. Matt shook his head as helped the blonde out of his vest, his eyes running across the scar that added more depth to Mello's slightly chiselled chest. Taking a deep breath, Matt flicked Mello's blonde hair back into place.
"Matty… are you eye raping me?"
"Mello, you're drunk."
"But are you eye raping me?"
"How drunk are you?"
"Drunk enough," Mello said as he wrapped his arm around Matt's neck and kissed him sloppily.
"You're too drunk," Matt said as Mello passed out on his arm.
THE END!