"You'll tell me when you stop laughing, I hope," says L, gently positioning himself so he's not in kissing range, because two of the four of them are stoned, and this has the potential to descend into just kissing rather quickly.
"God, I don't think I could," Matt says, apparently content to be held without any actual kissing. "It was like... the look on his FACE, and then he said -" laughing again, "- he said, 'oh, yeah?'"
Oh dear. L seems to have the right idea; Near doesn't want Mello to get too enthusiastically affectionate.
"What an exciting adventure," he murmurs, trying to maneuver so that he's still got an arm around Mello, but actual kissing would be tricky. "Mello, you've been holding out."
"And, when he found out! Oh, god!" I add laughing.
I feel Near slipping away from me and I turn to him and pout. "I just want to hold you. If I want anything more, I promise I'll take you back to our room." I give him my best pleading face before the giggles take over again.
Near's not terribly comforted by Mello's promise to take him back to his room before getting excessively... frisky. He's not even convinced Mello could walk that far.
"I...oh, gods...yes! And...then...you and he..." I'm helpless to say much of anything else. Gods, it feels so good to laugh. I bury my face in Near's shoulder. Everything's good again.
"Rob's weed," Matt confirms. He's beginning to get a hold of himself, although he still cracks up every now and then.
It also occurs to him that he and L are going to have moments like this: private jokes, private memories. Just for them. It softens his mood considerably, and he tells him - without bothering to lower his voice or switch language,
I look over at Near. "What's wrong?" I ask. I reach up and caress his cheek. It won't be fun anymore if my Near isn't with me. "I...I'm sorry. I'll tell you the story, really. Please? Or, if that's not it...tell me? My Near shouldn't be sad."
"Not quite." Smiling indulgently, he lifts Mello's hand and kisses it. "No, I'm not sad. But right now you are very silly, and Matt is very silly, and you would probably have more fun if I was not being intrusively serious."
I blink and then smile. "But, if my Near is gone, then who will I hold? I can't hold Matt, L's got him and I don't want to hold L. If you go, I'd have to follow you so I could hold you." I nod solemnly. At this stage of intoxication, holding is very important. I lean over and whisper in Near's ear, "I used to have a very large Bear that I'd hold. Don't tell." And, then I giggle again.
Matt obviously knows about the bear, even if Mello was old enough to vehemently (and a tad violently) deny his attachment to it by the time Matt arrived at Wammy's. He snickers.
"I've still got the pipe, if you want." Seriousface! "I mean, you missed out in Potions and everything."
Mear's starting to develop a deer-in-the-headlights look. "I don't, thank you. I don't feel deprived." And, really, the thought of being that silly doesn't appeal to him. "And Mello, really. You know how much I love you, do we need to be joined at the hip?"
I reach up tentatively and brush his cheek. "I said I wouldn't make you. But, I do like...I like holding you, when I can. And, if you want to go, I can hold Koopa instead, though you're better." The past couple of weeks have taught me a lot about him and myself. I know he won't leave me. I know I won't push him away. I smile. "I'm happy," I tell them all.
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Date: 2008-05-13 07:36 am (UTC)Which is enough to set him off.
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Date: 2008-05-13 08:12 pm (UTC)"What an exciting adventure," he murmurs, trying to maneuver so that he's still got an arm around Mello, but actual kissing would be tricky. "Mello, you've been holding out."
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Date: 2008-05-13 09:03 pm (UTC)I feel Near slipping away from me and I turn to him and pout. "I just want to hold you. If I want anything more, I promise I'll take you back to our room." I give him my best pleading face before the giggles take over again.
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Date: 2008-05-13 09:08 pm (UTC)"Near, we need inside jokes."
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Date: 2008-05-13 10:55 pm (UTC)He can't even add to the 'story' (such as it is); the most he can do is gasp 'and then - and then' every now and then.
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Date: 2008-05-13 11:33 pm (UTC)"We do," he says to L.
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Date: 2008-05-13 11:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-13 11:40 pm (UTC)"I'm not sure what brought this on, but I do think I know where they got the means."
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Date: 2008-05-13 11:57 pm (UTC)It also occurs to him that he and L are going to have moments like this: private jokes, private memories. Just for them. It softens his mood considerably, and he tells him - without bothering to lower his voice or switch language,
"I love you, y'know."
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Date: 2008-05-14 12:18 am (UTC)"Maybe I should leave you to your intoxication."
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Date: 2008-05-14 12:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-14 12:30 am (UTC)Just out of interest.
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Date: 2008-05-14 12:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-14 12:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-14 12:44 am (UTC)"You're convinced you won't partake, Near?" Teasing.
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Date: 2008-05-14 12:49 am (UTC)"I've still got the pipe, if you want." Seriousface! "I mean, you missed out in Potions and everything."
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Date: 2008-05-14 11:33 pm (UTC)He smooths an affectionate hand down Matt's back, where the others won't notice, not overtly.
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Date: 2008-05-14 11:37 pm (UTC)"Near, chill. We're not going to tie you down and force you to smoke anything."
L's touch soothes him, though. He settles back and shuts his eyes, content to listen to whatever Near decides to tell them.
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Date: 2008-05-15 01:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-16 08:52 pm (UTC)"It seems to be going around."
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Date: 2008-05-16 10:23 pm (UTC)"Which means, like, either we're all about to burst into song or something really fucked-up is going to happen. Maybe zombies."
He thinks about this, and then starts humming the chorus to 'Wonderwall' under his breath. Because he'd rather sing than get eaten by zombies, kthnx.
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