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Mello
I couldn't say no to Mail's mother. She was just that kind of woman you admire and yet you are still a bit afraid of. When she said eat, I ate. I wanted to lose weight and here I was stuffing my mouth with croissants although I already had the day before and I wasn't super sporty lately. My body would make me pay for this.
Mail came not long after I sat at their dining room, his hair still wet. It's difficult to eat a brioche with an erection. And to think we'd have to work all day long and I was already that horny... there wasn't a chance that I got him cornered during the day, unfortunately. Tonight would be a firework.

I could calm down my lower half before we left the apartment, fortunately.
The drive to Mr Jeevas' garage was short and I was frustrated I didn't even have time to tease Mail. I was pretty helpless when Mail began to work on a Mercedes with his father but I found it pretty entertaining to watch him. He's pretty skilled and seemed to know what he was doing, and believe me, Mail with a greasy tee shirt, his jeans riding down his rear a bit when he bends over the motor... hum... you see what I mean. Had his father not been here, that car would have had more than grease and gas staining it.

At some point I could finally be a little helpful when Mr Jeevas asked me to hold various things for him as he got to fix them, or bring him tools, or clean some.
We ate sandwiches from a basket Mail's mother had prepared (she must have thought we were at least 6 with all the food she had put in it, which comforted me in the thought that the Jeevas family had not much but was all the more generous). Finishing with some apples, we saw a guy arrive on a motorcycle that was doing quite a strange noise.
What an engine!

Matt
Mihael jumped on his feet as soon as the sleek black Honda coughed its way in the garage. He looked mesmerized by the vehicle. The guy that was riding it took his helmet off, and I immediately felt the hairs on my arms raise in anger.
The way he looked at Mihael made me want to slap him. Especially because I quickly remembered that I had already seen this guy turn around Mihael at the bar he worked at.
Mihael and him chatted a bit about the motorcycle, I knew that Mihael was innocently interested by the engine because he liked Hondas and even had one, but the guy kept on glancing at his ass.

"Keep calm Mail, it's a good customer." I felt my father's hand on my shoulder. So it wasn't my imagination, if he had seen what was happening too. And to think he was a regular here, I wasn't so sure I wanted Mihael to stick around too often.
I tried to ignore the scene but I couldn't get my eyes off the guy, spying his every move. He was way too focus on staring at Mihael's black-jeans-moulded ass to notice me. Why on earth did Mihael have to wear such tight pants all the time? Ok, I loved it, but if it meant that others would drool over him too, that was a big no-no.

My father went to the guy. "The injection again?" he asked, taking the keys that the guy was handing out to him. He started the motorcycle, listening to the sound of it, stopped it and went to pick some tools.
"Good to know you hired some staff here Sir, I guess that your good reputation brings a load of work and you can't handle it all..."
He never looked at me once. He turned to Mihael with a smirk. "I bet you're as good with those tools than with a shaker..." he whispered for Mihael only to hear but the acoustic of the place sent the words unto me, and the way my father ticked, probably unto him too. He walked to the guy before me, sending me a look that said 'stay where you are and shut up', and put himself between Mihael, who had tensed, and the guy.
"It's my son's boyfriend, and my son over there. They're helping a bit."
The way he emphasized 'boyfriend', the guy immediately retaliated. Oh, Not really because my father had made it clear that Mihael was taken, but more because of my father himself. You'd never guess that I'm his son since I look nothing like him. And I bet the guy didn't want to make someone like my father angry.
He's the 'proud irish' kind, square shoulders, muscles, jaw cut in rock, big calloused hands. No, you really don't want to upset him.

The guy left after my father told him to pick his motorcycle in three days (I bet he stated this long on purpose since we wouldn't be there on saturday).
"Wow Mail, your father rocks!" Mihael laughed.
I saw my father smile before sliding under the Mercedes. Yes, he rocks. Who has a family that accepts that their son dates another guy just like this? And admits it in front of strangers?
"Thanks Dad." I simply said.
"You're welcome son." a muffled voice came from under the car.

We got the Mercedes fixed before the day ended, and the owner, when he came to pick up his car, gave an extra to my dad for calling him one day early.
I was taken aback when my dad handed out this extra to me.
"But Dad, I already owe you a lot!" I protested.
"You're paying me back on working hours, but I wouldn't have gotten this extra without your help so it's your, take it."
he pushed the money in my hand, and bent toward my ear, "and I heard you've got a date on saturday."
I grabbed him and hugged him, surprising him. He laughed nervously. He wasn't the kind to be demonstrative, but shit, I loved him so much!

Mello
Mail's father is really great. I already knew that he had nothing against me and Mail as a couple but hearing him say it so openly was really comforting. I loved the whole family. Yah, I wish mine was like that and somehow I wanted to be a part of it, because feeling that someone cares about you feels good, so being accepted by Mail's family was important to me.
So when Mail's father drove to their apartment for diner, he just said "You're dining with us Mihael, yeah?" with this thick accent of his, and didn't even wait for a reply to take the Jeevas' home direction.
After showering to get rid of the grim of our work (not together although I tried, but his mother suddenly asked me for help in the kitchen as I was beginning to follow Mail when he went in the bathroom... clever woman), we ate dinner and I suddenly wanted to do something.

Mail drove me home (I had taken a taxi to come because it was way too hot to ride my Honda with all the attire, only a stupid jackass like the guy that came at the garage today thinks it's cool to drive in jeans and a tee shirt. Get into an accident you jerk and you'll feel fine with no protection...).
His mother had offered that I stayed but I had to go back to my studio for a long distance call.
When he parked in front of my condo, I literally jumped him as soon as he got his seatbelt off. Straddling him, I kissed him roughly, all my hormones getting crazy.
"Mmh... Mihael..." Mail stopped kissing me, holding my face between his palms, like if he was trying to refrain something, but resumed kissing me as feverishly as I was, and soon his hands were grabbing my ass firmly, pushing me into him. I could feel his erection through his jeans and it didn't help my own.
Suddenly he pushed me against the stirring wheel (ow!) quite roughly, unbuttoned my jeans and, bending as much as he could in the tiny space, began sucking me eagerly. I almost exploded immediately but managed to hold it.
I grabbed his face to kiss him so I had access to his own erection, that I quickly freed, but the friction of both our dicks together wasn't enough for him. I was horny as hell, but Mail was on fire.
I knew he had quite a demanding sex drive thus the amount of girls he fucked before, but being here between his hands was like being consumed. No matter how dominant I could be, he had this aura I couldn't fight, that had me melting every time.

"Ride me..." he whispered in my ear, nipping, licking, trying to get my jeans out of the way as I felt his fingers reach for my asshole. Truth is, I was about to give in.
"Mail..." I murmured, I was unable to be coherent. I wanted to impale myself on him without a second thought and ride him and have him make me rocket come in no time. "Mail... no... don't do that to me..." was all I could say. I knew I would do it if he didn't stop, I was way past my limits and I wanted him no matter who topped who.

Matt
It was a plea. And it took all I had of love for him to stop because he didn't have the strength to. I could have just gone on, and I would have had him. I would have fucked him. I don't even know how I was able to stop because I was ready to rape him, his little round ass... Ah fuck! I should stop thinking about it, it only makes things worse.
I knew he was right but still, we were in my car, still horny, in erection, and looking at each other without knowing what to do. So I just hugged him, and kissed him, and hugged him again, until we calmed down and we could put our 'stuff' away. I didn't want him to think I was angry or whatever he could think, I think I loved him even more for trusting me so much when he had completely lost his footing.

I walked with him to the building's door, we were both silent.
"So you were jealous?" Mihael suddenly smirked, turning to look at me.
Count on Mihael to point exactly the one thing that made me want him even more tonight. I hadn't even noticed myself until now.
"I know you're not really the kind who let others claim they own you, but truth is, all I could think of was 'hands off, he's mine'..." I admitted.
"I'm yours, you know..."
I was really surprised to hear Mihael say that. I would have rather thought that he would make fun of me for thinking I could own him so it was just... a big change?
"I'm not joking..." he added since I didn't reply (and I was probably doing a funny face), "But I also consider you're mine." He snaked his arms around my waist, pulled me to him still with that naughty smirk on and kissed me, holding me strongly. I laughed in the kiss. That was more Mihael-ish.

This little episode comforted me in the idea that I HAD to take bottom, and soon, because it was really getting to us.
I retrieved my 'tools' back, and did the same as the night before. Except that when I inserted the bunny, it didn't hurt as much. It was still painful, but breathing and relaxing helped. I wondered if I could be that relaxed when it would be Mihael penetrating me. When it didn't hurt anymore, I tried moving the dildo in and out but it was quite uncomfortable so I stopped there. It was a little progress so it was already much, I guess.

The next day I found Mihael in the role of the turkey in the dining room again, the day was pretty eventless and things went perfectly. At some point, my father repaired the guy's motorcycle and since Mihael got really interested in it, my father showed him how to do several adjustments, and let him do some fixing. I just stared at the scene, smiling. That's when I remembered that Mihael had gone home the day before to make a long distance call to his parents. I had to ask him how it went. He had told me he wanted them to come in LA and it made me pretty anxious for him because he wasn't with his parents on the same terms that I was with mines, or that hewas with mines, and I feared a clash or something.

During dinner, I was quite surprised when Mihael asked my parents if they minded meeting his parents. I hadn't asked him about the call yet so I was just now getting the information that his parents had apparently accepted to fly here.
"Of course Mihael! That would be a pleasure to meet your parents! They could come over for lunch, or dinner! When do they arrive?" my mother seemed all excited. My father didn't seem to object either.
"They're arriving on sunday..." Mihael began.
"Do you have enough place to accommodate them? Do they need a drive from the airport?"
"Don't worry Mrs Jeevas, I already booked a hotel room for them and they're used to taxis everywhere they go so it won't be a problem." Mihael suddenly realised that no matter what I had told my parents about his, they really didn't know the extent of the difference between them and Mihael's parents.

What made me pretty disappointed was that they would arrive the day after our first date. I was already anxious because of that date, but now I had even more reasons to be stressed.

"Did they sound happy to come here?" I asked Mihael once we were alone in my car as I drove him to his apartment.
"My mother seemed well disposed at least. My father won't be a problem, he may be a bit uncomfortable but that will be about all. I don't exactly know how my mother will act though, she can be... stupid. She doesn't really care about people and can say hurtful things. But I have to do it. I want them to see your parents, how they act with me, with us. I envy you so much you know... I just want my parents to accept and to be happy for me..."
"I know Mihael, every time I see my parents interact with you, I see how lucky I am. It's hard to imagine that I was so narrow-minded before, huh?" I tried to enlighten the atmosphere. Mihael smiled weakly before kissing me goodnight and entering the building.

All I could think about that night was Mihael's parents venue, and I had a lot of nightmares because of that. At least, they would be on my playground, whatever happened, I was on conquered land, not in a foreign country, so I wouldn't let them hurt Mihael as they pleased. I secretly hoped that if Mihael had been able to change me the way he did, my parents would change his all the same. It had to work, because I wanted Mihael to free himself from this. It was eating at him, and although he hid it, each time he talked about it, his voice trembled and showed how hard it was for him.