Note: I don't know what happened for me not to update earlier. The whole chapter was written the day after my last update, except for the last 300 words, which is nothing. I don't know, I wasn't pleased with this chapter, and I'm still not, but after reading it umpteenth times, there's nothing I can do. I can't write it another way. So sorry, it's a bit boring because the events are random, but it's necessary and we're heading for very funny situations, and more dramatic ones, after that ^^
Self ad because I like doing that: a oneshot called 'Aftertaste' is waiting for you to read it, see my stories list :)

Self ad 2: Dlvvanzor and me commited a co-authored fic again, under our joint account Goggles and Chocolate (see my fav authors list to find it), it's called 'Stockholm Syndrome', and it's a dark one. It's MxM of course.

Next update a lot sooner than this one, promise!

Mello
I woke up in the exact same position as the one I had fallen asleep in. Which was a rare thing to me. And I didn't feel the urge to move right now, my head resting on Mail's shoulder. I opened my eyes, staring a few minutes at his chest rising and falling in rhythm, he was so peaceful... and hairless.
I hadn't really paid attention until now, and it was some kind of funny thing to do now when I was still half asleep, but his chest was smooth and hairless. He was more hairy 'down there', even if not that much, but still. I smiled, burying my nose in his hair, breathing in the scent of the hotel's shampoo, some expensive Crabtree & Evelyn blue stuff that brought remnants of salted water and seaweeds to my olfactive memories.

He moved and I knew he was about to come back from dreamland soon, so I rose at arm length to hover over him, waiting to pick up his first smile of the day. He smiled even before he opened his eyes, sensing me.
"Why are you staring at me Mihael?" He asked in a content sigh.
"Because you're cute." I pecked his lips and he chuckled.
"Sentimental much?" Mmh, poetic even, I realised from my previous musings.

I stretched, reluctantly moving to the bathroom, but some less poetic stuff was waiting for me there...

When I came back, still naked, Mail was already smoking on the terrace, two steamy cups of coffee waiting on the table. I rummaged in my bag to grab some boxers and put them on before joining him, snatching a box of chocolates on my way.
Mail looked at my boxers with a half grin as I sat.
"Yes, I have some, is that so surprising?" I laughed.
"Well, yes, it is." He replied, crushing the butt of his cigarette and sitting face to me.

I proceeded to melt some of the chocolates in my coffee under Mail's disbelieving gaze at the browny and syrupy looking liquid in my cup.
"You really put chocolate everywhere." he shook his head, "Hum, don't reply to that, I just have to look at you to know what you were about to say."
"You won't get the image out of my mind though." I stuck my tongue at him.

The morning ended lazily, none of us wanting to move from the room already. We had until noon so it was only at the last minute that we showered and packed in a hurry.
Our flight back to LA was waiting for us, and so we were sitting in the plane a few hours later with loads of chocolate and games to last us enough time so we wouldn't end up doing something naughty in the bathroom, as Mail had said.
I guess he knows me so well.

That didn't mean I didn't try to convince him to join me in the plane's bathroom, but for some reason the hostess spotted us as soon as we took our seats like if there was a 'hot guys in heat' sign over our heads, and she made a duty of acting like a guard dog each time Mail or me moved in the plane.

Out of boredom we finally slept the last hours of the flight, and not-so-soon considering the length of it, we were out of the airport, our bags in hand.

Mail's mother had come to pick us up, and I was delighted to see Mail redden like never when she called him her little fox once again. He didn't say anything about us being together, but strangely, I think she already knew. I guess mothers sense that kind of stuff... at least his, mine, I wouldn't know.
She was sporting a big bright smile, and hugged me after she had given Mail his two minutes of shame. I was surprised but pleased, and it felt even better to be back to LA.

Pushing us to the parking lot, she chatted joyfully, asking us questions about the trip, Berlin, made sure we were both fine and that nothing bad happened, and drove us to the Jeevas' apartment.

Matt
Why are mothers so embarrassing?
I guess at least one person had fun with my mum's display of affection... Mihael didn't need to say anything, I know he was exulting when my mother called me her 'little fox'. I was mortified.
Ok, I was happy to see her but still, I'm not a kid anymore...

She didn't even ask Mihael if he wanted to join us for lunch, she just drove home. Somehow I liked it, it was good to know she counted Mihael as part of the family already.

Since it was sunday, my father was at home (we were not religious or anything, but he never worked on sundays, except when he couldn't do otherwise). He greeted us with a smile as big as my mother's, and nervousness left me all of a sudden, and it's only then that I realised how much I had dreaded his reaction. He knew the reasons why I had gone to Berlin, and even if I still thought I should make it official sometimes later during lunch, he knew my feelings for Mihael.

We simply talked about the trip, the city, the culture, while we ate. The atmosphere was light and it suddenly dawned on me that I was lucky. Mihael and me were lucky. My parents were accepting, open and loving. They hadn't judged Mihael when he came here the first time, and had never gone against what he was. If anything, they had scolded me for doing it.
What if I had had homophobic parents? Or racist parents? What if Mihael and me had to hide our relationship?
I could all of a sudden understand Mihael a lot better, concerning his own situation with his parents. I had wanted to protect him, support him, as his boyfriend, because it hurt me to see him live something like that, but now, it was all on a very different level. I understood him.
And it scared me shitless, because I realised in a shock that I was now a possible target for homophobes, that I was dating a guy, thus that I was labelled gay.
I didn't feel gay. I was still feeling like a straight guy trying to get past the fact that the one he loves is a guy too. Nothing that I could explain to a homophobe that would beat me up because I was dating a guy...
Damn... it was quite frightening, and something big to handle now, on top of all the rest.

I decided it wasn't the time to freak out, and put these thoughts aside. But for some reason I couldn't bring myself to tell my parents that I was in a relationship with Mihael. I just couldn't say it.

It was my mother's birthday today, that's why we hadn't stayed longer in that nice hotel. I know that my mother wouldn't have held it against me if I hadn't been here, but I wanted to. And we had bought the perfect present so...
The face she made when, at dessert time, when she was about to cut the giant lemon iced cake, I handed her the packet containing the dress!
She opened the box carefully, already alarmed by the brand on the glazed pink cardboard, and started to cry when she pulled the yellow garment out of it.
Even my dad whistled at the sight of the beautiful item.

"Sweetheart, that's wonderful!" she beamed. She wasn't used to such beautiful clothes, and was slightly embarrassed, but she was more than pleased.
She hung it carefully, and we ate the cake, but she was definitely touched because she couldn't stop crying and laughing at the same time.

When lunch was over, my dad stood up.
"What about putting your most beautiful dress on and go to the park, my love?" he offered to my mother.
She giggled and took the dress to get changed.
When she came back, she looked like she was twenty again. She was so beautiful, I was proud of my mum.

Mello
Mail's mother was absolutely gorgeous in that dress. And the way his father stared at her when she came out of the bedroom once she was changed... I suddenly placed Mail's look that night. My heart dropped.
I knew I had seen it before, and it was right in front of me now.
As much as Mail resembled his mother, the red hair, the deep blue smiling eyes, the freckles, the thin frame, the lips, this, the look that said "you're the most precious thing to me", that held so much love and showed protection and possession and strength, it was there in his father's eyes.
I looked at Mail, smiling, butterflies in my stomach. But the look he had right now was nothing like that. I knew immediately that something was bugging him, I didn't need to ask.

His parents were about to leave so we decided to go to my apartment. It probably needed a bit of dusting after all this time, and I had to sort my stuff out anyway.
But I was inwardly fearing a discussion of some sort, or worse, a fight. We seemed to be subscribed to those lately.
To tell the truth, I was tired of it.

The drive was mostly silent, comforting me in the idea that nothing good would come out of this situation.
I didn't expect Mail to trip me and make us land on the couch as soon as I had closed the door behind us, once in my studio. Well, something good came out of this, from the look of things. I laughed, kissing him back, but I quickly felt his hands wander downwards. I was as fast to reply to his advances, feeling myself grow hard already.
It seemed we couldn't stay long without physical contact, and the way he was taking charge right now wasn't unpleasant. His lips were in my neck, sucking, licking and nipping, as he opened the laces of my pants and slid a hand inside. Slowly, he pumped me, kissing my shoulder, but I pushed him away.

He looked at me puzzled, but I just wanted to get access to the same area to return the favour.
While I was pulling on his jeans, I changed my mind, and crawled to turn around. He quickly caught up with what I had in mind and got rid of his clothes while I undressed completely too, then laid on his back while I placed my knees on each side of his shoulders.
As I swallowed him whole in one go, I felt his hand pushing on the small of my back, urging me to lower my pelvis, and soon he was licking the tip of my member, holding it with one hand motioning up and down.
He pulled me closer to him so he could take me in his mouth completely too, and I couldn't help but moan. Holy shit, I wish it wasn't his mouth right now. I knew there was a possibility that it never happened, but I wanted to fuck him so badly! I wanted it probably too much because I came in a few seconds. I peered down to see Mail lick his lips and smile to me.

"Didn't know I was that good..." he teased me, pulling me upwards to kiss me.
"I still have something to finish." I winked, but he held me tight against him, one of his hands caressing my butt. His breath was ragged, and I could tell he was still very horny.
"I want you..." he whispered, kissing me wetly, "I want you Mihael..."
It was needy, hot, impatient.

"You're at ease with the idea of taking me?" I asked dumbfoundedly. I didn't expect that. I knew we had fought over that but it was different to hear him say he wanted to fuck me. I was happy to know he accepted the idea of having sex with me, but... as much as I wanted it too, to my surprise, I just couldn't do it.
I would do it, for sure, but he would have to let me top him first. So I would never have any doubts.

"Please..." his hands were all over me and he pushed me on my back, still kissing me. He stroked the inside of my thigh, and reached for my anus.
"No Mail." I slid in a seated position, stopping him. He looked sad but suddenly resigned.
"I understand." He simply said.
"Don't be mad at me, you know I want you too, but not this way, or at least not the first time."
"I'm not mad." he smiled weakly and kissed me, "It's just that I want you so much... I know what you think, I respect that, but I just want you so much, and I can't bring myself to take bottom... it's killing me..."
"I know it's not easy, just give yourself the time you need, see how far you've progressed until now, it's all gonna be ok." I wanted to reassure him. I knew he wasn't trying to top me to prove anything, he just wanted me, and it was flattering, and I wanted him to know I wasn't holding on to my initial idea just to spite him off, but because it was better for our relationship.

"But I still have something to finish." I chuckled, pecking his lips as he laughed before plunging down to finish the job, taking care of his still erected member.
He bent over me as he came, encircling me with his arms as he kissed the top of my head.

Matt
I knew Mihael was right, but in the heat of the action, it wasn't easy to stop or get clear thoughts about the subject. Fortunately he didn't leave me neglected, and once I came down from my high, it was easier to think things out.
Not easier to accept them though, but I didn't want us to fight again so I swallowed back my fears. I would deal with them, eventually, when the situation would occur, hoping it never would. I wasn't really eager to get beaten up for being gay, or even just being called a fag or something.

We put some order in Mihael's apartment, piling the clothes that needed laundry, dusting... We had the jetlag acting on us and this time it was energizing. I had only gotten used to it in Germany that now I had to revert back to California time, I bet my body would make me pay for it at some point, but right now, even after the sex, I was totally awake, and so was Mihael.

My mother called around 8pm. I guess she had missed me, she wanted to know if I would come back for the night but her tone made it clear she really wanted me home. I didn't know if she was eager to see me again, or worried that I spent the night with Mihael, but I didn't have the heart to disappoint her, and I had missed my parents too after all. I didn't really want to leave Mihael but we couldn't stay glued together all the time, he probably needed some space too.

I left around 10pm and if Mihael eventually wanted some space, he was hiding it very well because the way he wouldn't stop kissing me didn't help my departure to the slightest. If anything, it was making me horny again.

Once home, I had some coffee with my parents and we chatted a bit more before they went to sleep.
I went to my room but I still wasn't tired. Laid on my bed, I absentmindedly stroke my member through the fabric of my jeans. Damn, I really was horny.
I undressed and slid under the sheets, masturbating. But no matter how much I tried to think of Mihael, all I could get in mind was my inability to take bottom, and the huge problem it was.
How could I solve it?

Slowly, I played with the tight ring of my anus. It was weird. I slid one finger while stroking my erection but it was a bit painful. Dry. I licked my finger and probed myself again, it was better. Not easy, I wasn't that flexible, but it wasn't that bad. Pumping myself harder, I tried to add a second finger but this time pain shot through me and I stopped immediately. Shit. I wasn't close to take bottom...
But I couldn't stop there so I added more saliva and entered two fingers again just as I came. The sensation of having something inside of me while riding my pleasure wasn't bad.

The next day, I checked opening hours on the internet, and right at the moment the owner opened his store, I entered the sex shop. I needed lube, and I was way too embarrassed to buy it at the local store. Here, no one would judge me, right?