Note: As promised, an update in the two days after week end!

Mello
I didn't try anything during the rest of the night, letting Mail sleep soundly once he finally managed to. I could even have behaved with him beside me in the bed, but he refused categorically to be that close to me. Even when I suggested I would put some clothes on. I guess that Mail sleeping soundly in the same room as me was the closest we could come to acceptance on his side, for now.
I didn't hate him, although I was trying really hard. I didn't like looking weak in front of him, I didn't like the way he reacted toward the fact I was gay (even if we were making progress), I even disliked how he seemed to be influenced by me (he had worried about hurting me a little earlier, when I was only falling asleep), letting me know he actually cared. But all of this made it impossible for me to hate him, because no matter what he felt or how uncomfortable he was in my presence, he was trying to like me as much as I was trying to hate him.

But you can't expect too much sentiment on my side, and my actual behaviour didn't mean I would stick to it forever. In the silent room, only punctuated by a car passing in the street from time to time, my mind was working. I still had a bet to win...

The alarm rang at 7am, and I laughed out loud when Mail stirred and tried to reach for the button to stop it, knocking his hand hard on the wood of the bedside.
"OW!" he complained, realising he was on the floor and not in his bed. He looked up at me and stood up, smashing the buzzing machine to make it stop.
Nonchalantly, I slid out of the sheets, chuckling when his eyes went wide. I was still naked.
"My stuff isn't really different from yours, no need to blush." I mocked him.
"How would you know?" he replied, probably understanding it the wrong way. No, I wasn't talking about size, dumbass, just the fact that you've got the same package so you shouldn't be so ashamed of the sight of someone else's dick. Even if that dick is gay.
But the occasion was too good to pass. I reach for his boxers with my hand and squeezed.
"No, no difference." I stated flatly as he made a screeching sound and pushed me away hard.
"Mihael!" he yelled, "Don't fucking touch me!"
He was reddening but I could tell this time it was out of rage.
"Mail. Joke. Ok?" I calmed him down, "No need for such a drama, take it easy." Suddenly, the thought of his mother coming to check why all this screaming made me shudder. She would probably castrate me for that if she knew.
He breathed deeply, rubbing his temples then his eyes.
"Easy?" he said in a low tone, "Easy?" I could feel the boiling under the apparent calm of his voice. It was sexy as hell, and my hand was still tingling from the contact with his crotch. As if it wasn't enough, I felt my morning wood wake up. "What's gonna be easy will be my hand on your throat suffocating you to death if you ever do that again."
He was serious, dead serious. I had gone too far. For him, not according to my own standards, but when his look lowered slightly, once he was done threatening me and probably wanted to put some distance between us, he didn't miss my proud erection, which I wasn't ashamed of at all. God, we were both guys, and I never had a problem with my body, not even now that my dick was defying gravity, not even after he had just threatened me.
"It's time to get ready. And don't you dare masturbating in my shower." he warned me, showing me the direction of the bathroom with a movement of his chin before turning around to gather the pillow and comforter lying on the floor.
A few minutes later, I rinsed the semen splattered on the shower tiles, chuckling at the thought of Mail's horrified face if he knew.

I waited in the bedroom while Mail took his shower after me, rummaging through his drawers and other furnitures. What, I'm not supposed to do that?
He had a lot of striped shirts, jeans, black boxers and socks, but what shocked me was the lack of personal belongings except those clothes. It just comforted me in the idea that his family wasn't in the need, but was quite poor anyway, and probably counted every cent.
When he finally exited the bathroom, hair wet (and giving him such a sexy look that I wanted to let my hand roam in those copper strands), I had made my decision.
"Mail..." I caught his attention as he put his shoes on, sat on the bed, "It's ok for the leather pants." He looked at me questioningly, "I mean, you don't have to replace them."
"They got damaged because of me, I'll replace them." he seemed in a bad mood, probably because of me (what, certainly?)
"No, you won't. You've helped me enough since that," I raised my wrist, "We're even."
"As you want." he finished lacing his shoes, "I guess it's always as you want." he mumbled.

We left the bedroom. The apartment was silent, both Mail's parents were gone. I checked the clock in the living room.
"We're late." Mail said, seeing me do so. He grabbed his car keys and we left.

The camaro parked at uni only two minutes before the beginning of the first class. I crossed the parking and headed for the amphitheatre. I was a bit surprised when he headed another way and disappeared.
I entered the room and sat, pulling my notebook and pen from my bag.
The lesson had begun for five minutes when Mail joined me on the seat next to mine, and threw two chocolate bars on my knees. I looked at him, wondering why the sudden attention, until it hit me that it wasn't sudden at all. It wasn't even the first time he took care of me, just like when he had come back on his tracks to pick me up even though he was late, a few days ago.
"You need to eat otherwise the painkillers are gonna get you sick." he didn't even look at me while saying it.
"Thank you." I unwrapped one of the bars and discovered while eating that I was quite hungry, since we didn't have breakfast. I grabbed the second one and deposited it in his lap.
"You need to eat otherwise my stupid jokes are gonna get you sick." I smirked as he looked at the bar then me.
He sighed, but smiled back, stretched his legs in front of him and took his usual position in the amphitheatre before beginning to eat the chocolate bar.

At 11am, we went separate ways since he had a class that I didn't have and vice versa.
I didn't see him at lunch time or in the afternoon, but we met again in the security chief's office at 5pm since we had finished cutting the fence and had to be assigned to a new task.
Ten minutes later, we were leaving the office. Due to my injury, and the fact that the old man had seen us arrive together in the morning, he had dismissed us, declaring it was ok for this time, but that if anything similar happened again, he wouldn't hesitate to throw us out of uni. Ten minutes of heavy paternalism. Boring.

Matt
Good. I didn't have to work for Mihael's pants nor was I forced to community work anymore. That solved the problem concerning my presence at my father's garage.

As we strode along the corridor, my cell phone rang (I hated that old shit, since it was so old I couldn't even change the ugly melody, but I was lucky to have one since my parents couldn't really afford it, and neither could I. I rarely called, it was more to be reachable by my parents than anything and I had it only because one of my father's customers had given it to him for free, and I had spared enough money to buy a prepaid chip.)
My father had an emergency repair to do and needed me. Some old and rich woman's car had had the good idea to die on her in the middle of our street and she was willing to pay a fair amount of money if she could leave with a repaired car in less than one hour, because she had an appointment to her manicure. Bwah.

"I have to go home." I said flatly. Would he want to come with me?
Stop it. I'm not really hoping he's gonna come with me again, am I? What's wrong with me?

And then I freaked out and left him there, walking away so fast I didn't even say goodbye.
Purely, completely freaked out. I just had forced myself to admit that although he was a total dickhead and did stuff to me that I could never ever being to accept, like groping me, I liked his company.
But that wasn't the reason why I freaked out. The thought hit me that maybe he had done something to me, I mean, his gayness may have contaminated me, and that was the reason why I was beginning to appreciate his presence. Why would I otherwise?
He was always teasing me, annoying the hell out of me with his stupid jokes and ideas, he was a real pain in the ass...
Arg! Scratch that, that last part was giving me a mental image I didn't want to imagine.

Sat on the driver's seat, in the parking lot, I tried to reason myself. I was being stupid. I knew it, I had read it on the internet. Not that I was stupid (hell, if there was a website stating Mail Jeevas was stupid, that would be crazy...). But the fact homosexuality wasn't contagious of course.
But could those medical studies be trusted? I guess they could be...
But then why did I want to befriend that bipolar trouble maker? Hello, analysing mind... here we go again...

Mello
What the fuck was wrong with him? Oh well... whatever.
I exited the building and sat on a bench after fetching a chocolate bar from the nearest vending machine, devouring my prize.
What I didn't expect was Layla to sit beside me.

She sighed heavily, obviously trying to catch my attention. Can't she just spit out what she has to say, since she was far from being subtile with her loud exhaling sounds.
"What?" I snapped, bothered by the brunette's attitude.
"Matt's a jerk." she sighed again.
"And?" Why did she think I could care for her state of mind toward Mail?
"I know you hate him too, he almost knocked you down a few days ago, I saw how you glare at him all the time..." she continued.
"Aaaand?" Say it bitch, stop beating around the bush!
"I... I had an idea and I thought that maybe you'd want to help me to take revenge, you know, he cheated on me with that whore I thought was my best friend!" So that was it.
I didn't reply immediately. Mail deserved it, Layla may have been quite an easy girl herself, what he did was a great lack of respect toward her. To my opinion, they weren't exactly dating, but they weren't exactly not dating either, and going from a girl to her best friend like he did was far from being a gentleman. But what did I have to do with that?

"What do you expect from me?" I finally asked her.
"I heard Annie say she was going to ask Matt to go to a party organised in town tomorrow evening, you know, that new cafe is opening and they're celebrating it, they're kind of a normal cafe but with a dancefloor and old pinballs and games, I'm sure you've heard of it!"
Well... no.
"All I need is for you to come too, like, with me... I can't go alone, it would be weird!"
Huh? Me going there with a girl. THAT would be weird.
"And once there, what are you planning to do?" I was ready to refuse but it wouldn't hurt to know what she had planned.
"Annie said she wanted to try their toilets booths with Matt, you see what she means... she's such a bitch!" she winked at me in a connivance we didn't even have, "and so I plan on following them discreetly and take a picture from under the door when they will be in the heat of the action, and put it on my Facebook page! I have at least three hundred students of the uni in my friends list! That's going to be hilarious!"
Her eyes glittered with pride at her oh-so-good idea.

"Ok." I simply told her. My own oh-so-good idea had just crossed my mind...