Hot Mello (Book 1)

Shy Boy (Mello X Near)

[A/N - I don't even ship them but I love this song and video. Sometimes I ship them just to annoy Mello, because I'm evil lol. I love you Mells!]

Mello pov

I entered the club with my mafia friends (for want of a better word) and was immediately approached by a well dressed brunette with beautiful brown eyes. I could drown in them if I looked any longer, so I turned away.

"Hey, I've seen you here before. Can I buy you a drink, and maybe we could go somewhere more private?"

He rubbed my arm as he asked but I flashed him a false grin and told him no thanks. Sure he looked good, but I was sick of flyboys who were all looks and talk, but full of bullshit.

As I entered the lounge, I got a wink from a redhead with green eyes. He wore stripes and some weird goggle things. He was hot as fuck, but I shook my head at him. He puffed up his chest and walked on. I sighed, as I said, he was hot, but I'd learned how to read people and he was a classic bad boy, right down to his cigarette that he shouldn't have been smoking in the club. I was tired of bad boys, I wanted something different.

Ok the truth was, I wanted someone different. I looked towards the back of the lounge and there he was. He was small with white hair and charcoal eyes. Smol and cute. He was shy but also brave enough to bring toys to a club without caring what anyone thought. I mean children's toys, not sex toys (unfortunately)

He always sat at the booth furthest back with his boys. I happened to know they were from a rival gang, well not so much a gang but more like the police. So not a gang at all. They were the SPK, and sheep boy was the leader. He was shy and I wasn't, I was more of a bad boy, but I was afraid to talk to him in case he figured out who I was and arrested me. Though being handcuffed by him would almost be worth it...

Anyhow, he was always so fucking mellowed out, unlike me. Which is kind of funny since I go by the name Mello. I still don't know if that name was chosen for me as a joke, but hey I like irony. Mellow I am most certainly not.

A rock band started playing onstage so I went over for a closer look. The singer was a blonde girl who wore her hair in pigtails. She had shades on indoors so I couldn't really see her eyes but she kept giving me 'the look.' She was cute as hell but I wasn't interested so I moved onto the dance floor.

I was beside a pale guy with black hair and eyes with deep bags underneath. His body moved seductively when he saw me, and he came closer and tried to kiss me but I pushed him away gently. Not tonight, homeboy.

My mind was still on my shy boy so looked over in his direction, he was playing cards now, still as chill as ever.

I sat back down with a sigh and leaned my head on my wrist as I thought about the guys who'd approached me before. I knew I looked and dressed good so I got many offers, but the one person I wanted didn't seem to know I exist.

Dammit, maybe tonight was the night I should approach him, instead of just watching him like a pervy creep. But I didn't know how, I'd never needed to make the first move. Fuck it, I'd just buy him a drink and improvise from there.

I went to the bar to get his drink, I knew from watching that he just drank coke. He was so innocent but I loved that. There was a queue at the bar and I kept banging my fist on the counter, muttering "Come on, come on." I needed to do this while I had the courage. The barman took his time serving me, probably annoyed with my impatience. It would be different if he knew who I was but I couldn't exactly tell him.

Finally I had the drink for my crush and one for myself for added courage. I made my way towards his booth. "You can do this, you can do this" I told myself.

My heart sank I approached the now empty booth.

"Oh...." I sat down and tried to drink my disappointment away, but it didn't work so I went home early instead. Maybe next time.

Near pov

My crush, blondie, was there again. He always came with the same group of people, as did I.

I liked him a lot but I was too shy to even smile at him so I always tried not to look at him. I did not succeed but I do not think he ever noticed me anyway.

He always attracted lots of attention and though I had never seen him with anyone in that way, he could be meeting people somewhere else, even if not, there was no reason he would like me.

Then there was the fact that I was pretty sure who he was. I was not certain, but if I was correct then my thoughts should be on arresting him, rather than having sex with him. So I hadn't mentioned any of this to anyone.

I watched him stroll to the bar and made my final decision. I turned to my colleagues and told them I wanted to leave this bar right now and never come back. I would make up some excuse later.

Although I was mostly emotionless, it hurt to see him. God knows how much more it would hurt to see him with someone else, which was bound to happen sooner or later. It was the best way to protect us both, I also felt guilt for not investigating him but I didn't want to hurt him.

I looked back as I left and saw him walking towards my usual booth, carrying two drinks and a smile on face. He must have been drunk and mixed up, he'd never gone near my area before.

At least I got to see him smile one last time. Whoever he was smiling for was so lucky.