Mello
The restroom was silent, but the shadow cast from under one of the booths told me which one Mail was in. I quickly tied my hair in a ponytail, then reached for the light switch and plunged the room in the dark, locked the main door to prevent Layla from entering (there was no way I would let her interrupt with the flash of her camera), before grazing my nails against Mail's door lightly.
"Annie?" I heard him whisper while opening the door and letting me in. I slammed the door shut, locked it and pinned him to the wall (well, trying not to look too strong, I would be unmasked too fast overwise), going directly to his neck, tasting that milky skin. He moaned and chuckled at the same time. I refrained myself from chuckling back, since there was no way I could pull out a girly voice, but I was satisfied with my plan, and the way it felt to have him this way.
But I had to stay calm, despite the loud thuds of my heart. I usually got the guys I wanted quite fast, so I never had to wait that long, and the... indescribable feeling in my guts was foreign to me.

I slid my hands under his shirt. Fuck, his skin was so warm, so soft...
I tried to refrain everything that could have been labeled 'gay', even if I'm fully aware girls do that too. Just in case. I didn't know Annie's little tricks so I would stick to regular touches. I didn't touch his nipples, not did I squeeze his butt, although I craved for those.
And I prayed that he wouldn't want to grope my boobs because he would only find my flat chest.
But I didn't give him time to make a move. I unzipped his pants, and knelt.
I had thought it would come to this, thus the jeans I was wearing. No leather creaking sound that would give me away.
"Mmh... you're fast..." he groaned as I pulled his dick out of his boxers. His breath itched when I licked the precum on the tip. Swallowing his whole length in one go, I recognised the scent of the soap I had used in his shower. At least he seemed to wash it everyday (you don't imagine how long some guys go without a shower, it's a total turn off for me when a guy stinks).

He was now moaning, as I bobbed my head up and down his erection, and I could tell he was biting his lip or something because of the stiffled sounds he made. Who's gonna make scream who?
"Annie..." he whispered, "Mmh... you're even better at this than last time..." his voice was husky, low, and I could feel my blood irrigate my lower half so fast it hurt. I was better than her. Insert victory sign here.

It was hard (no pun intented) not to turn him face against the wall and rape him where he stood.
I continued sucking him off, pumping him with my non damaged hand, sometimes caressing his balls.
I barely heard some fumbling with the main door at some point but Layla or whoever it was gave up after a few seconds. Good.

Little by little, I felt Mail's thighs tense, until he grabbed the back of my head and almost gagged me (gentleman much?), shooting his load inside of my mouth.
He exhaled loudly. "Wow. You're really amazing... I don't know how you do that but it's impossible to last with you..."
That was true, he didn't even last five minutes, or at least that's how long it seemed to me. I'm that good. Or he's a premate ejaculator. That would be lame.

I stood up, wiping the cum that had run along my chin, and licked my fingers. I could get used to his taste...
I heard him zip his jeans. Really, really a gentleman...
The way it went, I didn't hesitate. I could consider I had won my bet (although it would be way funnier when he would know too), but that didn't mean I couldn't take some extras.
I grabbed his face between my palms and kissed him. He deepened it quickly, snaking his arms around my waist. He broke the kiss suddenly and I thought he had realised... But he resumed kissing me after a few silent seconds. Strange.
His hands descended to grope my ass and he murmured against my lips: "I guess I should return the favor..."
I didn't have the time to find a way to distract him. His hand reached the front of my pants and it was over.

He pushed me hard and I landed back against the opposite wall, the shock forcing the air out of my lungs.
I couldn't see him in this darkness, but I didn't need to, to know he was angry. Well, I expected it, of course.
But the fact he didn't say a word...
I stayed silent, waiting for him to speak. It lasted a long minute before he made a sound.
But this, I hadn't expected. He sniffled. No, he couldn't be crying?
Oh God, what a baby!
"Don't tell me you're crying for that?" I mocked him.
"Get out. Leave me alone." he replied, his voice broken. It was barely audible, and yet it held a rage I had never witnessed before in anyone.
"Not returning the favor, I guess?" I chuckled. So much drama for such a little joke, "Well, at least I won my bet, you'll never say that I don't turn you on again."

I unlocked the booth and left the toilets, heading outside, Layla on my heels trying to catch up with me.
"Hey! Why did you lock up the door? You ruined my plan, I'm sure you did it on purpose!" she yelled at me. Me? On purpose? Smart girl.
I turned around, slapped away her hand that was gripping my arm, and told her to fuck off in a tone that dissuaded her to follow.
Then it was Annie's turn...
Attack of the Stupid Chicks, and I had the main role.
"Where's Matt? You told me he was outside, I've searched for him everyw..." she stopped and I followed her gaze as she looked behind me all of a sudden.

Mail was approaching, hunched, looking down. Annie walked to him: "Matt! Where were you? I..."
"Leave me the fuck alone." his voice was stone cold. I saw the girl's eyes become wide before she began to shout insults at him.
"You bastard! What do you think? I can get any other guy just by snapping my fingers! Who do you think you are?" But he just ignored her, leaving her staring, mouth hanging open.
He walked past me, grabbing my arm roughly in the process, and pulled me violently until we reached the place where he had parked his car, away from the crowd gathered in front of the cafe. I was so surprised that I didn't even react.

He let go of me and sat on the hood of his Camaro. His stance was miserable, as he kept on looking down.
But he finally talked.
"I'm not gay."
Well, thank you, I didn't know that.
"Considering the way you enjoyed what I did to you..." I replied flatly. I had won my bet, why deny it?
"I'M NOT GAY!" he screamed, looking at me. His eyes were bright with tears, and I felt a pinch in my chest, "The only thing you won is that I'm now totally sure I was wrong to try to understand you, gays are animals, you're as dirty as I thought you were, you're just sick."
He stopped. His face was so pale that I thought he would throw up. "You make me sick..."
"You're overreacting Mail, it was only a fucking joke! I just wanted to prove you that I could turn you on, now it's done, let's forget it for fuck's sake, it's not that horrible, you liked it, right?" He had come in my mouth, it was obvious he had appreciated my little treat!
"I thought you were Annie! There was no way I would have enjoyed it otherwise, you disgust me Mihael! You didn't win any bet, you just..."
He stopped, a sob escaping him. "I feel raped..." he murmured, his hands fisting his hair.

This time he was really crying.
I lost it. I don't exactly know what happened in me but something broke. I didn't want that. I didn't want to see him like this, curled on himself. He seemed shocked, it wasn't just an overreaction. It freaked me out.
For probably the first time in my life, I was considering that maybe I had gone too far.
"Mail..." I approached closer and squeezed his shoulder. He jumped on his feet violently, putting distance between us.
"Don't touch me!" he yelled, and oh, the look in his eyes... He looked totally dephased, lost.
Haggard, he sat in his car and drove away. I watched his backlights until they faded. I didn't know what to think. My usual self tended to think he would get over it and laugh about that the next day, but another part of me I didn't know that well was already thinking of ways to apologize.
Apologize? I was really losing it.

Matt
I couldn't believe it. My mind refused to process it. It wasn't Mihael with me in the booth. I hadn't been sucked off by a guy. I hadn't kissed a guy.
But my body was giving in to the sick feeling against my will. My body knew, and was reacting in accordance.
Just when I was beginning to think he was probably worth knowing, just when I had almost convinced myself that his teasing and squeezes of my thigh were only jokes, innocent jokes, I was thrown in a far from innocent game where I was only a prey to him. Maybe he had planned that from the first day he saw me, maybe he had lied to me all along, maybe... he was really sick, rotten to the bone by his homosexuality.
Then it would explain everything, make me a victim, abused by a monster.

So why did I begin to cry?
The nausea, the rejection of what he'd done to me was normal, I really felt sick, disgusted, but crying?
Then he talked, taking the joke even further, mocking me, pulling me down, lower. Not only had he... raped me, yes, that was rape... but he even denied my reactions to it. I had no doubts anymore, he wasn't the possible friend I had imagined, there was nothing in him worth interest. He was just a cold, calculating and dirty creature. An abomination.

I struggled against the will to curl up and lay there in the toilets booth, and left the cafe.
But when I saw him outside, the rage that had been boiling in me from the moment I had discovered that it was him and not Annie just took everything over. I forced him away from the cafe, away from ear reach. I thought I would explode, and at the same time, I felt so drained...

But as much as I insulted him, I didn't feel any better, and it didn't affect him anyway. If he showed at least a little regret, something human, but no... nothing. Hearing him insinuate that I liked what he did, what a guy did to me just killed me. I wasn't like this!

I had to get away from him. He was even trying to touch me again. No!
I needed a shower, I needed to erase the still tingling feeling of his hands on me, I felt sticky, dirty, my skin was itching...
I took my car and left.

Once home, I stayed probably half an hour under the shower. I would have stayed longer but my mother scolded me for using too much water.
Did she see anything on me? Was I different? Marked?
I had the impression that everyone would know what Mihael did to me, like a neon sign on my forehead... Would I be harassed by other gays now? Would girls runaway from me?

I curled up in my bed, and fell asleep hours of thrashing and tossing and turning later...