DN -- Crayons
Title: Crayons
Collection: Fifteen
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: Matt/Mello
Rating: light PG-13
Word Count: 259
Prompt: crayons
Warnings: ...unconventional applications of crayons?
Summary: Who the hell thought of those?
Author's Note: I have no idea if they actually exist. I hope so, because they sound awesome.
5. CRAYONS
“Look at what I found at the grocery store!” Matt exults, shoving a yellow box about the size of a carton of cigarettes in Mello’s face. “Edible crayons!”
Mello ignores the brightly-colored cardboard an inch and a half from his nose and gives Matt a sardonic look.
“What,” he inquires pointedly, “in the hell do you intend to do with edible crayons?”
“Eat them,” Matt reports smugly. “Obviously.”
Mello finally slaps the box aside, the better to return his attention to his laptop.
“Did you get an edible coloring book?” he mutters.
Matt is suddenly very close, and his breath is hot and moist where it curls in the shell of Mello’s ear.
“That,” he answers, “would be you.”
Mello flinches.
He only goes along because it’s downright impossible to be productive when Matt’s pouting.
That’s the only reason.
Really.
Matt peels the paper impatiently off of a dark pink crayon, and then he drags his tongue up the length of it.
“Ooh,” he remarks, pleasantly surprised. “Raspberry.”
Before Mello can overstate an eye-roll, Matt has seized him to push his ratty tee-shirt all the way up to his neck-and then has commenced delineating the contours of Mello’s chest with slow, deliberate strokes.
In about thirty seconds, give or take, Mello is sprawled on the bed, sucking on the impressively rich chocolate crayon, and Matt is kneeling over him, drawing languid crayon lines and licking them off again.
…who the hell thought of edible crayons?
And how can Mello meet this person to shake their hand?
Collection: Fifteen
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: Matt/Mello
Rating: light PG-13
Word Count: 259
Prompt: crayons
Warnings: ...unconventional applications of crayons?
Summary: Who the hell thought of those?
Author's Note: I have no idea if they actually exist. I hope so, because they sound awesome.
5. CRAYONS
“Look at what I found at the grocery store!” Matt exults, shoving a yellow box about the size of a carton of cigarettes in Mello’s face. “Edible crayons!”
Mello ignores the brightly-colored cardboard an inch and a half from his nose and gives Matt a sardonic look.
“What,” he inquires pointedly, “in the hell do you intend to do with edible crayons?”
“Eat them,” Matt reports smugly. “Obviously.”
Mello finally slaps the box aside, the better to return his attention to his laptop.
“Did you get an edible coloring book?” he mutters.
Matt is suddenly very close, and his breath is hot and moist where it curls in the shell of Mello’s ear.
“That,” he answers, “would be you.”
Mello flinches.
He only goes along because it’s downright impossible to be productive when Matt’s pouting.
That’s the only reason.
Really.
Matt peels the paper impatiently off of a dark pink crayon, and then he drags his tongue up the length of it.
“Ooh,” he remarks, pleasantly surprised. “Raspberry.”
Before Mello can overstate an eye-roll, Matt has seized him to push his ratty tee-shirt all the way up to his neck-and then has commenced delineating the contours of Mello’s chest with slow, deliberate strokes.
In about thirty seconds, give or take, Mello is sprawled on the bed, sucking on the impressively rich chocolate crayon, and Matt is kneeling over him, drawing languid crayon lines and licking them off again.
…who the hell thought of edible crayons?
And how can Mello meet this person to shake their hand?