Note: unedited chapter, sorry for typos but I don't want to delay the update and I'm too tired to re-read it. If you spot something tell me, I'll correct it :)

Matt
I was a bit late to pick up Mihael from his physio session, and he was already waiting for me in the hall. He didn't seem as exhausted as the first time, and he also seemed in a good mood, so I was at least relieved that this went well.
Once in the car, I had to spit out the good news since Mihael wouldn't leave me alone, I didn't even manage to tease him a little bit.
"So I guess we both have something to thank the other for, better start early." he laughed, his hand reaching my thigh. It reminded me of all the times he had tried to grope me and I had slapped his hand away. I could still see the scars marking the skin, from where it had been scratched and broken during the accident, his long and skinny fingers, and I told myself that I would only be satisfied when he'd have regained all his strength and muscles, no matter how good he was doing now. I wanted him back to the athletic guy I knew, the badass hard headed blond tornado that made me fall in love with him. Not because I was finding him less attractive now, it wasn't the case, but because I knew that he would feel a lot more himself in his normal state than now, unable to walk and overall weakened.

I took his hand in mine, squeezing lightly, not letting go when I had to change gear.

Once home, Mihael ate while I did my best to take care of some housework.
I had to force him to have lunch, I suspected that he was trying to save on food, and I had to reassure him that I really had eaten already, in the chocolate store, and that I wasn't trying to save on food myself.
I sat for some coffee with him after he had finished his cup noodles, and we chatted about nothing and everything, just like we used to. It felt good. Getting back into our routine felt amazing. I had missed that.

Mello
Mail suddenly stood up and picked me up from my chair bridal style, before depositing me on the bed, climbing on top of me right away, his shirt quickly discarded before he bent over to kiss me. A needy, deep wet kiss, turning me on immediately.

It was something about him I adored, the way he could be completely in charge and it didn't even bother me, I just wanted him to fuck me and take everything he wanted from me...

I wiggled out of my clothes with his help, the rest of his own garments landing on the floor as well, and it wasn't long before he was buried inside of me, holding me close as he kissed my neck, my shoulder, his pace slow, his strokes deep. His breath was hot against my skin, and all I could do was keep him all against me, my head nested in the crook of his neck, moaning, trying to last a little longer, but it was simply impossible, and he only made things worse when he grabbed my cock and started to jerk me off, making me come in seconds.
He straightened while I was riding my pleasure, and I knew he was watching me. I felt a little self conscious but it felt too good and I simply stared back, and he had that beautiful smile of his that made me want to reach for his face, my palm cupping his cheek as he came too, still staring at me. It felt so much more intimate than everything before...
"If you hadn't already proposed, I would have, right now." I still couldn't realise that I was close to getting married to him, when a year ago I was desperately trying to keep him at least as a friend.
He smiled.

We took a shower together, then chilled out on the couch lazily until dinner, and I really started to be fed up with cup noodles...
"Okay, I'd better go now." Mail said, standing up, "Do you need me to do anything before I leave?"
"Where are you going?" I asked. I knew where he was going so it was quite rhetorical but I was surprised that he still had the intention of doing his shift at the disco, "It's not like you need to go, you've got another job."
"And what if it doesn't work out at the store? I'll be left with nothing and we can't take the risk. And the manager is waiting for me, I can't let him down like that."
Mail looked surprised at my reaction, and I had to admit that it wasn't like me to be that irrational but I'd be damned if I'd say anything about the real reason for my reluctance at the idea that he would be working there. He'd say I was overreacting and he might be right but my anxiety would still be there nonetheless.
I didn't have a choice but to suck it up.
"Yeah, you're probably right." I forced a smiled on my lips, I didn't want him to leave with my angry face on.
"I'll be back as soon as my shift is over, but promise me you'll go to sleep. I don't want you to wait for me, you need to rest, okay?"
"Okay." he pecked my lips and left.

No need to say that even if I laid on the bed around 1am, I didn't get much sleep. I couldn't help it, things were looping in my head and they wouldn't leave me alone. I eventually drifted to a nightmare filled sleep after a while, though.

Matt
I arrived right on time for my shift, and I was lucky it was a week night and still early in the evening so the counter wasn't too busy, and the guy I was working with had time to show me the basics. I would stick to serving beers and simple things for starters, which was already enough between service, using the right glass, tipping it the correct way to pour beer, giving change back and all the rest. I tried not to think that I would have to do more in the next days because I was already feeling a bit of a panic at the moment.

Things became busier the later it was, and I was surprised to see Jeremy arrive around 10pm. He sat at the bar, and I realised he was checking if I was doing fine in the job, which was really nice of him.
We didn't have much time to chat but he stayed until my shift ended around 3am.
We walked through the parking lot that was almost empty, all the customers gone except for a few cars in the darker corners which movement didn't let any doubt about what was happening inside.
"Thanks for keeping me company." I said, and honestly I had to admit that it made me freak out a little less to know he had been there.
"No problem, my pleasure." he smiled, tapping my arm lightly before going to his own car.

I tried to be as silent as possible when I entered the apartment, and slid in the sheets next to Mihael a few minutes later. I was dead tired and soon I was as sound asleep as he was.

I woke up late and was surprised to see Mihael standing up, but it was a brief sight because he fell on the floor a few seconds later, making me jump out of bed to pick him up from the floor.
"You're overestimating yourself once again." I told him, and he stuck his tongue out, making me laugh.
"I need to make progress." he winced as I held him up and helped him on a chair near the kitchen table.
"I know, but it's rest day today, your muscles can't work all the time, you know that."
"Yeah..." he sighed, "So how was it last night?"
I poured us some coffee that Mihael had made, and sat across of him.
"Not bad, a bit overwhelming though, but I guess it will get better."
"Let's hope you won't need to be better." Mihael was staring at his cup and I could tell that he still resented this job. I hoped the same though, I was seeing myself better in that chocolate store than working at nights in that noisy disco anyway.
"I still have four days to go so let's hope everything goes well and I don't break too many glasses."
Mihael frowned but didn't say a word more.

"You want me to work in that chocolate store so badly just because you know I'll bring you some back, admit it."
Mihael looked at me finally, chuckling at my poor attempt at lifting the mood.
"You better bring me some, you said it yourself, I need to gain weight."
"Muscle, not fat. Even if it would probably be easier to roll you around like a barrel now that I think of it."
Mihael laughed for good this time, and I felt better. This job at the store had better work out if me being a waiter at the disco bothered him so much. I didn't want him to feel like that.

The day was quite eventless, I took a nap in the afternoon so I wouldn't be too tired during my shift, and was gone around 8:30pm.
Jeremy showed up around 11pm like the previous night, and this time we had a little more time to chat since there were few customers. There was an event in the center of the city and most people were attending, so when I wasn't busy learning something from my co-worker, I appreciated the conversation with Jeremy.
He was a really nice guy, probably too nice since I had clearly taken advantage of him after leaving him with no news for quite some time, and he didn't even mind.
We walked to our cars after my shift ended, and we went our separate ways after shaking hands.

Mihael was awake when I came home, reading, lying on his stomach on the bed.
"Not sleeping?"
"Couldn't find sleep." he smiled at me, and it erased the worry that had crept in my gut for a few seconds. He was so anxious with that job of mine that I didn't want him to go back to that kind of state of mind.
"I guess I can help with that." I smirked, going to the bathroom quickly before tossing my clothes away, joining him on the bed.
I was dead tired but leaving him awake while I slept was out of the question.

I crawled atop of him, biting his ass before I reached for his nape.
"I know I'm tastier than cup noodles but still... ouch!" he laughed before rolling on his back, grabbing my face for a kiss.
"Let me get a second taste..." I whispered, lowering to take his cock in my mouth.
He moaned loudly, his hands fisting in my hair.
"Wait." he said suddenly, "Turn around."
It took me a few seconds to understand what he meant.
I placed myself so he could suck me as well, and damn, this sixty nine was hot. I was practically fucking his mouth while trying to take as much of him as I could in mine.

Just as I expected, he fell asleep not long after coming on my tongue. I fought to stay awake just to make sure he would sleep, but I was quick to join him in dreamland.

Mello
It was hard to wake up but I had my rehabiliation session, and I didn't want to miss it. I wanted to walk as soon as possible, even if it meant spending an hour with that stupid fuck of a physio. At least, since Mail had scared him, he was, if not nicer, at least more obliging.

"I'll go buy some groceries while you're in there, I just can't stand those noodles anymore." Mail said while driving to the hospital. The good thing was, the manager at the disco always paid shift to shift so we had some money to spend on necessities.
"Can you buy some lube?" Yes, that was a necessity.
Mail gave me a look that I knew meant that he was clearly uncomfortable with the idea of buying something like that, but he would have to get used to it. I smirked at the thought of him in front of the display in the supermarket.
"You love your little torture, don't you?" he chuckled, parking the car in front of the hospital.
"Oh yes I do. Get the unflavoured one, I can't stand the chemical scents they put in the flavoured ones."
"Alright princess."

He made sure I was in the physio room before he left.
I was happy because it was only my third session and I could feel my legs a little stronger, even if not enough to walk yet. At least I could stand up and not fall.

Mail picked me up and once home, he cooked us lunch. It was simple but he did put some effort in this living together thing, and it made me feel even luckier because he didn't need to do that much for me to be happy so it was the cherry on top.

We both took a nap since the night had been short, and cuddled in bed when we woke up.
"I hope tonight won't be too busy, Mark is going a bit too fast for me, it was okay since there weren't much people yesterday but I'll probably fuck up with too many customers..."
"Be careful with him, he's a friend of the manager and he uses this as authority to let others do the job, I don't know if he did that to you already but he tends to disappear for long minutes, and before you know it, you're doing all the work."
"I noticed he was a bit impatient with me learning everything so he could leave me alone at the bar, but otherwise I guess he couldn't do that since I'm not ready to take care of the bar by myself."
"I guess so. Just be careful, and tell him off if he tries anything like that, he's lazy but he's not that bad once you set things straight with him."
"Thanks for the heads up, I'll be careful then."

Mail was idly playing with my hand, our fingers entwined.
"I was thinking of inviting Jeremy for a drink here one of these days, what do you think?"
"What?" it came out of my mouth in a tone much harder than I had wanted, but Mail's question had taken me by surprise to say the least, "Why would you do that?"

Mail lifted himself, resting on his elbow, and looked at me.
"Well, for starters he helped me a lot when you were at the hospital, and I didn't even thank him properly for that, then he got me a job, so I guess it would be only fair, we can't really invite him for dinner since we're a bit tight on money, but a beer or two won't hurt, that's the least I can do."
No matter how much I knew he was right, I couldn't bring myself to say anything. I knew I looked like I was sulking, but it really bothered me.
"Come on Mihael, it will only be for a couple hours, and I'm sure he doesn't care about your scar or the fact you can't walk, he knows about that, he was there from the beginning so it's not a secret, and he's a nice guy anyway." Mail tried to convince me, and I realised that he had it all wrong about my reluctance, "He even kept me company at the bar while I was working, he's been a good friend, I owe him that."

My mind screeched to a halt. Jeremy spent the whole evening with Mail, twice?
This was more than I could accept, and still, I kept it all for myself, mostly because Mail would think my reaction was stupid.
"Okay..." I said, and it was excruciating to even utter the words. Mail was totally right to want to thank him, and somehow I knew I owed Jeremy too with everything Mail told me he had done for us, but I couldn't help the gut feeling I had about the guy. He did just too much.

When Mail left for his shift, I practiced my walking as much as I could before I let myself fall on the bed, exhausted.