Note: I'm on a writing spree, it won't last forever since I doubt I'll have as much time to write next week but enjoy until it lasts!
Shameless self advertising: in case you didn't already read it, I posted a oneshot called "I was made for loving you".
Oh, and although this chapter and the following are predictable, they are necessary for the evolution of Matt and Mello's relationship after that, because everything is based on that event.
So yes, cliffhanger, but what's next is so predictable that it doesn't even count as one.
Matt
My father and I managed to repair the old hag's car in time. I could sense my father's nervousness as she constantly bent over us to ask if it would be done on time, talking to us like if we were retards. Working with our hands doesn't mean we're brainless, you cunt.
It was around 10pm when we got home, after finishing with Brownhill's car. My father's mood was light and he was quite relieved now that the big stuff was over. He tended to become a ball of nerves when he had timelines to keep up with and it was good to see him relaxed. Not to say that the old woman had paid a lot, and Brownhill's payment would be consequent too. My mother's birthday approaching, he had been anxious not to be able to afford that particular jewel he wanted to offer her. She would say she didn't need such an expensive present, and then she would wear it all the time. The thought made me smile. I hoped I would find that special someone one day too, but I had time to have fun before that.
After diner, I retreated in my bedroom and sat at my computer's desk. Once I was sure that my parents were asleep, one hour of playing online games later, I shamelessly clicked on one of my favorite porn sites links. I'm a guy, ok? It's part of the package. At least for me. Stereotypical maybe, but heh.
My thoughts had drifted to Annie (wow, it was one of the rare times I remembered the name of one of my fucks) and the way she had blown me off in the uni's toilets, and I felt a sudden urge in my pants. I unzipped my jeans and freed the beast.
As I was in the middle of jerking off, watching from a distracted eye the blonde porn actress being filled on both ends on my screen, the close up on her full mouth suddenly cut me off, as my mind played the worst trick on me ever: imagining Mihael at her place. It was probably due to all the teasing he had done on me lately, plus the fact the pornstar was a blonde, but I was unable to erase that image from my mind once it came to it.
I was horrified. Petrified. Castrated.
My dick became flacid so quickly that I just stared at it while nausea gained me.
Why on earth did I have to imagine Mihael sucking me off? WHY?
Totally turned off, I lit my computer off and went to bed. But as soon as I pulled the sheets open, I remembered that he had slept there. Naked.
I wasn't a believer but right at that moment I could have, since all of this could as well have been a godly punishment.
I changed the sheets, promised to be a good boy from now on to whoever's above, and fell asleep.
I didn't even have time to park my car at uni the next day that I saw Annie run to me from the parking's entrance, like if she had been waiting for me. Well, obviously she had.
"Matt! What about going out this evening? I've heard of that party at the new cafe that's opening downtown..."
I didn't want to sound harsh, but I cut her off nonetheless: "I'm working with my father tonight, I don't have time."
If there was something I disliked, it was sticky girls. Some ended thinking that because I fucked them twice, we were in a relationship. Although Annie didn't seem to be that type of girl, more of the very open-minded (and open-legged) ones that just say yes whenever they have the opportunity.
"It begins at nine, you don't work that late, do you?" she pouted slightly but fortunately didn't whine. It was true, I probably wouldn't work that late, yesterday was an exception but my father and me usually finished around 8pm more or less.
"I'm not fond of parties... too many people." That was true.
"Well..." she squished her boobs against my chest, "we could always find a quiet place in the cafe and have our own little private party... see?"
She was such a whore, it was even too much for me. But you don't refuse such an invitation, plus she added something that achieved to convince me: "We could be as loud as we want, with the music from the dancefloor and the pinballs and games sounds, they won't hear us, and I want you to make me scream, Matt..."
Games? I'm in.
Mello
Layla insisted to clutch to my arm while we walked from the bus stop where we'd met to the cafe. I kept on tugging on it to free me, and she kept on encircling it with both hers tightly.
I was doing that for the sole purpose of winning my bet, otherwise she'd already be on the pavement beaten to a pulp. The bitch didn't deserve what Mail had done to her, but I hadn't forgotten the way she had treated me in the parking lot, on the day when Mail had hit me with his car. She eventually would pay for that tonight, depending on how things worked for me. You don't fuck with me and then ask for a favor, and she was gonna learn it soon.
Entering the cafe, we sat in the booth that was the farther from the door, and the less exposed. Face to face, it was harder for her to molest me.
Not that she tried anymore, she knew I was gay and fortunately didn't nourish any hope concerning me.
I was slowly sipping a chocolate milkshake (that I had made her pay for, heh) when Mail appeared. He didn't see me (well, what were the odds that he spotted me facing the person I was less likely to be with, and dressed in dark jeans, black shirt instead of leather?) and went to sit in one of the most animated area of the cafe beside Annie.
I couldn't help but smirk at the thought of what would come later.
"Don't smile like this, you don't stand a chance with me... hey, what's your name? I don't even know it!" Layla scolded me. The stupid chick thought I was smiling to her. Hilarious.
"Even if I wasn't gay, you wouldn't stand a chance with me, Layla." I gave her my coldest look, freezing her confidence right away, emphasizing her name to make her understand that I knew hers and that she wasn't close to hear mine.
And it was true, even if I had liked girls, I was gone so far that I would probably only fall for a petite redhead with freckles. And deep blue eyes.
"You're weird." she spat, turning around to glance at Mail and Annie.
"Thanks." I chuckled. She was kind of funny, typical girl, typical 'everything-I-dislike-about-girls'. I'd have great times making fun of her, especially since she was too stupid to notice. I'm so mean.
Matt
There were a lot of students inside of the cafe. I felt a bit uncomfortable at first because I had arrived with a girl, and I didn't want anyone to think I was with Annie that way. I didn't want to ruin my chances with other girls.
But my confidence was back quickly when I sat at a table already full of other guys and girls, and all girls magically turned to me (the face the guys made, aha, priceless!). I'm that awesome.
I shot my best smile, but Annie kinda lost hers. Heh, I'll make you scream as you asked, don't worry babe, but I have time to discover other voices screaming tonight. It's so good to be a eighteen years old guy, sexually speaking. Hormones never tire.
After a few drinks (alcohol free, I wasn't legal on that point after all, and the cafe didn't allow it anyway), I settled in front of an old gaming machine. PacMan. I love that stuff. Old school games rule. Surrounded by a few girls squealing each time I gained a level, I was in heaven. I'd just have to make my choice later.
Annie tugged on my sleeve a while later. I glanced at my cellphone and discovered I had been playing during almost two hours, it was close to 11pm. She made a disappointed face as I had ignored her for quite some time, but it was soon replaced by a mischievous smile. Sex time baby!
We discreetly headed for the toilets, but it was crowded at the moment and there was no way we could do anything.
I went back for a drink, offering one to Annie (I'm always a gentleman before), and I saw Layla coming to fetch a drink at the bar. She didn't look at me although she was real close. I guess she had moved on.
I gulped the rest of my Coke and went back to the toilets, this time to use them for what they're really for.
"Check if there are still people there, if I don't see you in five minutes, I'm joining you in the men's room." Annie purred before I left the bar. Worked for me.
Mello
I saw Layla's eyes light as she was almost elbow to elbow with Mail at the bar. She came back quickly to our table, excited.
"Annie's going to join Matt in the men's toilets in five minutes if he doesn't come back before, that's my chance!"
She rummaged through her bag and pulled out a small camera, then made her way to the toilets.
I followed when I saw Annie move on with her plan. I was closer than her and as she arrived near the restrooms doors, I acted as if I was exiting the men's room.
"If you're looking for Matt, he's outside, he felt sick and needed some fresh air, he asked me to tell you."
It was lame and predictable, but she bought it. She looked very, very disappointed. But she headed outside.
Now Layla. She was probably already in. Or not. I saw her exit the women's room, mouthing a silent "What?" at my glare. Oh, nothing, it's true that you always have time for a piss when you expect to catch people in the act.
Now I had to think, and quick.
"I'm going in, just in case he's not in a booth yet."
"Huh?" she looked at me questioningly, her camera swaying at the end of the tie she had around her wrist.
"It's the mens' room you dork, if you go in and he sees you, you're screwed." I explained, rolling my eyes. Could she be that stupid? "If you don't see me out in one minute, it means you can come in, and be silent, ok?"
"'Kay, but how will I know which booth they are in?"
"The noise." I sighed. She really was that stupid.
She nodded, and I entered the toilets.