Love Me Harder

Mark inspected himself in the mirror. If there was even a single wrinkle or crease in his dress shirt, or if his tie was even slightly out of place, he’d never hear the end of it from his mother. His whole family took Easter seriously, and while he did too, he wished they would take it a little less seriously. It was a family affair (which included the two-member Torres family), only a dinner for one night at his old house with his parents and sister and a few others. Did it really need to be so tense?

It was embarrassing for his mother to dote on him as well, babying him over his clean-pressed clothes and combed hair. He was usually a bit of a mess, sure, but it felt like she was rubbing salt into a wound that he didn’t even know was there. He didn’t want to be babied or treated like a walking disaster, he wanted to be treated like an adult.

I guess living away from home didn’t change that.

He’d have to put up with it for today. It was only one day of the year. Even Christmas wasn’t this intense. For some reason.

He was grateful that he got to spend a little time with his sister, at least. After the recent blowout, it felt like they’d grown closer. Sarah even kept her promise and didn’t snitch on him and Cesar.

The house grew more chaotic as the day went on, his family members running back and forth to get dinner sorted and ready. That meant less focus on him and whatever it was that he was wearing or if his tie was crooked. Positive or negative, he didn’t want the attention, especially once Cesar and his mother showed up. Their mothers were basically also best friends at this point, and they spent the rest of their time before dinner talking together while they worked. Cesar joined Mark and the two separated themselves away from the rest of the family.

This wasn’t their first shared Easter as boyfriends, but it was their first ever since their habits set in. They’d have to try to keep some kind of respectable distance, but that was easier said than done. He couldn’t even imagine it anymore. How was he supposed to do that when his heart would start racing with excitement at the sight of him? And in that clean and pressed black tuxedo, too… Mark’s always had a fixation on him wearing that. Something about it made him want to drop to his knees in front of Cesar.

Being in the same room as him was enough to get him going. Losing all control of his body and thoughts was equally frustrating and fun. Inconvenient, but having his needs taken care of in the end always left him feeling high with a pleasant buzz in the back of his brain. But now had to be the worst time to be thinking about that. On Easter? Really? Just how down bad was he that he couldn’t stop thinking about that shit even now?

Cesar sauntered up to Mark’s side with that smug look that would make that pretty face so very punchable if Mark didn’t secretly love it, looking around to make sure there was nobody close enough to overhear them. “Struggling to contain yourself?”

“Fuck, is it that obvious?”

“Looking like a crack addict who hasn’t had his fix in a week.”

Mark looked away. “You’re so full of shit.”

“Yeah, maybe it’s not that obvious.” He inched closer until their hips barely touched and snaked an arm around his back. “But you’re looking at me like you’re about to make some bad decisions.”

Cesar must have noticed him checking him out from every possible angle. But he just couldn’t help himself! Not when Cesar looked so damn good in everything he wore. Fancy clothes especially. Still, he wasn’t planning on acting on his feelings,  not with so many people around. Not with his parents and grandparents and some weird uncle he barely knows around to find them.

Cesar had other plans. “We could do it, you know. Let you blow off some steam.”

We can’t, not here, is what Mark wanted to say to him, but the words wouldn’t come out. Instead, he found himself motioning to Cesar to follow him to another room, then down a hallway and into the bathroom on the opposite end of the house. There was a second bathroom that was much closer to where everyone was gathered, so if anyone needed it he figured they’d go to that one instead. This one was also closer to his bedroom, so if anyone came looking for them after then he could just say that’s where they were hanging out.

He hated how he put so much thought into it already. Being this good at being sneaky just for a quick fuck wasn’t normal.

Maybe Cesar had a point. This was an addiction that was getting out of hand.

As Mark shut the bathroom door closed behind them, he checked to make sure nobody followed them to see them go in together. Nobody did; still occupied with Easter preparations. Only Sarah probably had a clue as to what they were doing together away from everyone else, but she wouldn’t come looking for them to confirm that. And even if she did… that was her problem to deal with.

As soon as the lock clicked in place, the two boys were all over each other, Cesar wrapping his arms around Mark’s shoulders and kissing him with pent-up passion while Mark grabbed him by the collar and forced him backward until his back was pressed against the wall. It was a bit more forceful than Mark intended, the impact knocking the air out of Cesar’s lungs and making him wheeze as their kiss broke apart.

Cesar’s raspy voice stopped him when he was about to apologize for hurting him. “Damn, Mark… just what are you planning? Feels like you’re about to bend me over the counter and go wild.”

Part of him wanted to do that, but not right now. There was something he wanted to do that he’d been fantasizing about for years, and now was his chance to finally do it. He’d been wanting to get on his knees and blow Cesar with his face buried in the open fly of those dress slacks for months, and he wouldn’t relax until he got it.

Mark slowly dropped to his knees in front of Cesar, ignoring the discomfort from the hard, tiled floor and fumbling with his boyfriend’s belt. Hands held his head firmly in place, and he looked up at Cesar to see him looking down in confusion.

“Let me have this. Please?”

His eyes softened and he relented his hold on Mark’s head. “Need it that badly? We could get caught here, y’know. ”

The belt was left to hang open once Mark got it undone and loosened. When he went to unzip the slacks he leaned forward and grabbed the zipper between his teeth, keeping his eyes locked on Cesar’s as he pulled it down.

Cesar slapped a hand over his own mouth and barely held back a disgustingly lewd sound. “What the fuck, ” he mumbled from behind his palm. He lowered it to hold Mark’s cheek, the brunette still clenching the zipper between his teeth. “Where the fuck did you learn that?”

Mark shrugged, but he was playing stupid. He didn’t want to tell Cesar about the computers in the library and the sites he was using them for to get ideas and advice. He’d seen some interesting shit and wanted to see how much of it would get Cesar going. This funny little trick he picked up really stuck out to him, and secretly he hoped that Cesar would recreate it for him sometime.

The pants and boxers underneath were shimmied down just enough that Cesar could pull everything out to hang stiff through his opened fly. This wasn’t a good time to take things slow, but Mark couldn’t help himself, not when he was finally playing out the embarrassingly specific fantasy he’d been dreaming of for months. He held it in his palm and dabbed tiny kisses along the length, and let his nose brush against the underside so he could leave kisses there too. Cesar clearly showered before coming over, but Mark could still pick up the faint trace of his slightly musky smell that was driving him crazy.

He let go to drop his hands to his own belt, and Cesar took control of the fun while Mark fished his dick out from his pants, stroking himself in a tight fist when Cesar began rubbing his cock across Mark’s face. He took long drags of the smell at every chance he had, all the while squeezing hard around the base of his dick until he was already leaking precum onto the floor.

“Big boy’s all hard and wet from sniffing some dick,” Cesar growled. He kept his voice low, though Mark doubted anyone could hear them from here anyway. And Mark was getting hard from this, so painfully stiff just from Cesar’s smell alone, unmistakable even when covered up by the strong smell of soap and body wash.

“Pretty boy,” he cooed, grabbing the sides of Mark’s head, “Look at you, you even did your hair up all nice for me.”

“I do that every year.”

“And you look lovely every year.”

“Are you really trying to make a blowjob romantic?”

Cesar’s thumbs rubbed over Mark’s cheeks. “Is there something wrong with that?”

He smiled. “Nah. It’s nice.” Mark dipped the tip into his mouth and gave it a few sucks and licks before taking it out to rub his thumb back and forth over the slit. “This has to be all kinds of sacrilegious.”

“Probably,” he replied. Not that he cared any more than Mark did, which was not at all. Mark made himself as comfortable as he could on the hard floor and took Cesar’s cock back into his mouth, running his tongue over every raised vein and feature along the smooth skin. Occasionally Cesar’s hips would gently buck forward with a quiet gasp. Along with the gentle brushing of fingers through his hair, that was Cesar’s quietest way of telling him that he was doing it right. Mark was sure he still wasn’t anywhere near as experienced at this as he was, but he relished the feeling of the tip moving closer to his throat with every few bobs of his head, the increasing sensation that he was about to start choking only turning him on more.

While one hand rubbed himself, the other was wrapped around the base of Cesar’s dick, rubbing up and down the remaining length that he wasn’t ready to fit in his mouth yet. He knew that, ready or not, that would have to change soon. They couldn’t afford to leave a mess. And he totally wasn’t just thinking of an excuse as to why he absolutely had to cram Cesar’s entire prick in his mouth and swallow as much of his fluids as he could. What would they do if they got their suits dirty? What if the stains didn’t come out? That’s not being a whore, that’s thinking ahead!

Cesar would make fun of him for it later, but for now, he’d catch on and play along. “We shouldn’t make a mess. You’ll have to swallow all of it,” he said, holding back whimpers between every word. “Think you can do it without spilling any?”

Mark mumbled an ‘mhmm’ from around Cesar’s cock and forced himself to take more of him until he was gagging. Cesar had to cup a hand over his mouth to muffle the moan that slipped out, and Mark could feel himself starting to break. Everything around him was so overwhelming: his mouth stuffed full, Cesar trying (and failing) to keep himself quiet and poised, the salty fluids leaking against his tongue, the smell of him flooding his nose every time he bobbed his head all the way forward… he wasn’t going to last. This had to be his fastest quickie. Not even jerking himself to his stash of lewd photos had him falling apart this fast.

His hand moved faster when Cesar started sputtering strings of quiet curses from behind his palm.

Fuck, please let me finish soon, I want to cum with him, oh fuck…

Suddenly he was pulled in flush against Cesar’s body, the grip alone pulling on his hair, his dick forced into the back of Mark’s throat while the brunette coughed weakly around it. There was a hint of hesitation from Cesar at that moment, his grip loosening and about to pull away, but Mark wouldn’t have any of it. The hand that was stroking Cesar earlier met the hand on the back of his head and he hoped to God that Cesar would understand what he wanted. And he must have, because he felt the pressure at the back of his head once again trapping him in place.

Cesar’s legs started to shake violently from the force of his orgasm, hard enough that it took everything he had to not crumple to the ground, letting out a sigh with each string of cum that he shot down Mark’s throat. He accepted it, gratefully even, gulping it down in heaping mouthfuls, and his eyes rolled back when the heat in his groin finally pooled to the point where it would spill over.

He tried his best to make sure his cum ended up on the floor and not on Cesar’s pants. Maybe if they did this a little differently they could have spared the cleanup altogether, but hindsight is 20/20 and he couldn’t imagine what kind of awkward maneuver they’d have to pull off to manage a 69 in a bathroom when either of them laying down would be painful and run the risk of getting the back of their suit dirty…

With a glazed-over look in his eyes, Mark slurped up the rest of the stray fluids until there was nothing left.

“God damn, ” was all Cesar could muster. 

“Yeah, He probably is, after watching that happen.”

He snorted. “Real funny.”

Mark started to stand back up but froze when he noticed a few specks of cum did, in fact, land on one of Cesar’s shoes. 

“Shit, hang on, there’s a little bit on your shoe, oh fuck,” he stammered, and the other boy immediately joined in the panic, the two scrambling for whatever they could find to clean up the mess.

Thankfully, after getting up and inspecting themselves, there weren’t any more suspicious stains on their clothes. Mark’s hair was noticeably ruffled out of place, but Cesar was giddy at the chance to help him fix it. Scary concept at first, but he turned out to be good at that kind of thing.

There must still be a lot of things I don’t know about him.

“How did you manage to make it look exactly the same and not fuck it up?”

Commenting on it turned out to be the worst mistake of the day. Cesar’s tongue was sharp enough to leave open wounds. “It’s easy. I actually do my hair myself, unlike somebody. Most grown dudes can comb their hair, you should try it sometime.”

“Excuse you? I have been doing this myself.”

“Yeah, starting this year, probably.”

Mark grumbled. Cesar was right and he hated it. He wouldn’t mind if Cesar always did this for him, though…

“Okay, well, fuck you.”

“So that’s a landmine. Got it,” Cesar said, giggling, and playfully slapped Mark on the shoulder. “You should gargle some mouthwash if you have some. Between your language and my dick, your mouth’s filthy.”

This was a losing battle. But Cesar was right about the mouthwash, and he did have some. He opened up the door and poked his head out. Nobody around. “Alright, coast is clear. Get the fuck out.”

“Kicking me out already, Mark?”

He crouched down to get something from the cabinet under the sink and came back up with a mostly-full bottle of mouthwash. “Nah. Just go wait in my old room for a bit while I rinse out my mouth? That way if anyone comes this way, you can just tell them you’re waiting for me to come out of the bathroom.”

Cesar leaned against the doorway. “Gotcha. Thought you were trying to turn this into some kind of reverse oral pump-and-dump.”

Mark laughed out of exasperation and shook his head. “Fuck you,” he groaned out, his eyes focused on pouring the mouthwash into the cap. Cesar’s bullshit always made him smile, even when it was him just trying to be annoying on purpose.

“I love you, Mark.”

“Love you too, Ces.”