Love Me Harder

Mark felt guilty for what he just did, waiting by the front door for Cesar to meet up with him. He didn’t know it yet, but he would be coming home with Mark tonight. Would he have wanted to turn down the offer? Not really, so Mark knew that he shouldn’t have felt too bad over it, but it still felt sneaky. And desperate. Cesar would know right away what Mark was after. Was an Easter Sunday blowjob not enough?

I’m going to Hell for sure, he thought to himself. At least Cesar would be going with him. Eternal damnation couldn’t be too bad if they had each to “pass the time”.

Squealing from the next room caught his attention. He watched with surprise when Cesar and Sarah collided into a violent hug, with Cesar lifting her off her feet and Sarah screeching about how she was going to miss her “bestie”. When the fuck did that happen? It was better than the two hating each other after the incident, but he groaned internally at the realization: these two were going to be ganging up on him every chance they got. Great.

Then he watched Cesar go to talk to his mother and tell her that he was ready to go, which is when he’d learn about the fun surprise that Mark had planted for him. When Cesar came back toward the front door to confront him, he wasn’t mad, just as Mark was expecting. He was smug and curious, and Mark knew his secret was out.

“You told my mom I’m going home with you tonight?” he asked.

“Yeah. I did.”

“And that you’re bringing me to school tomorrow?”

“Yeah.”

“Well then,” he said, with a twitch of a smile and an edge to his voice that confirmed that he knew. He knew. “You’re funny. Okay, then. Get us home.”

They made some quick, half-assed goodbyes to their families. It was hard to not bolt out the door and into the car; nobody else would have any idea of what they were about to get up to as soon as they were alone.

Cesar knew what Mark was up to. Mark knew that he knew. The very moment the driver and passenger doors were slammed shut, they were back to their usual selves.

“Alright, what are you up to?” he asked, pretending he didn’t already know.

He didn’t look up at Cesar while he was buckling his seatbelt. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, stop it.”

“What? I can’t want another night alone with you? You didn’t come over on Friday because you were helping your mom.”

“I know what you’re trying to do.”

“Do you?” He stared into Cesar’s eyes, waiting for some kind of answer but getting none. “We’ll see about that.”

In a way, Cesar had no clue what he wanted. Not specifically. Plans were brewing in his mind, thinking of all the things he could do to Cesar once they were out of sight. He had a few new playthings at home; he could try them on Cesar. He could do such foul and disgusting things. His mind was running wild with all the ways he could do it, and Cesar had no way of knowing what was actually in store for him once Mark had him back in his bedroom.

Besides the lewd images cropping up in his head, the ride home was mostly uneventful… until they reached a red light at an intersection on the outskirts of town, in such a desolate place in the middle of nowhere that there were very few cars on the road with them. The light had turned only to let a few cars on the other side of the intersection through. There was nobody to their immediate left or right, nor waiting behind them. That’s when something brushed against Mark’s leg, and he looked down to see Cesar’s hand creeping across his thigh, closer and closer to his crotch. Mark swatted the hand away and tried to keep his eyes on the road, paranoid that someone in one of the other cars might somehow see them and get the “wrong” idea.

“Fuckin’ quit it,” he muttered under his breath.

The light turned green and he put his foot on the gas pedal, and then they were alone together once again. The open stretch of road in front of them was empty and barren save for the swathes of farmland that would sometimes stink up the inside of the car; not a single other car for miles. 

It wasn’t anything new for Mark. Where he lived was as rural as rural gets, so the backroads back home were always like this, but he only just now was taking in how alone they were.

Cesar’s hand returned to his knee. “Do you want me to stop for real, or are you just in one of your moods again?”

Mark’s lip twitched.

“Come on, Mark. You can tell me if you really, really mean it.”

The silence spoke for itself. He could never bring himself to lie to Cesar.

“I knew it.”

The hand on his knee gave him a gentle squeeze before making its way back up his leg, stopping right at his hip and giving him another squeeze. Mark’s fist tightened around the steering wheel when Cesar’s palm ended up on his clothed dick.

“Go easy, okay? I’m driving. Don’t make me have to explain to our moms why I crashed the car.”

“I’ll try my best,” he giggled out, rubbing his hand over the smooth fabric and occasionally stopping to grab and knead at the growing tent. Mark’s toes curled in his shoes. He was thankful that Cesar couldn’t see it, because he would have teased him about it for sure.

“You aren’t trying for shit.”

There was no winning with him. Cesar was enjoying this too much, leaning his head on his right hand while the left reached across the console and groped and grabbed at Mark’s dick. The look on his face practically screamed ‘do something about it then, I dare you’ .

And Mark would, in fact, do something about it. Soon. The more Cesar played with him, the deeper he fell into his thoughts of the lewd things he was about to do to him.

At stop signs, Mark would stop for just a little longer than he had to so he could grab and hold the hand on his groin just to give it a firm squeeze of his own, forcing Cesar’s fingers to tighten around him. It was his quiet and bashful way of asking Cesar for more and telling him how he wanted it. Whatever little movement Mark made with Cesar’s hand, Cesar would continue doing as he silently asked even after the guiding hand went back to the steering wheel.

By the time Mark pulled the car into the driveway, it was already dark outside, with barely any light from the low sunset filtering into the car. The only real light came from the glare of the headlights blaring against the garage door. He took the keys out of the car, the headlights going dark, and that’s when the dam between them finally broke. Cesar leaned over his seat and into Mark’s to lock lips with him, shoving his tongue into his mouth without restraint. Mark welcomed it, knowing that nobody would be around to see them here like this.

Cesar never let up on the rough petting of Mark’s groin. He got wilder, rougher, more erratic, and Mark returned the gesture, grabbing at Cesar through his pants while feverishly returning the kiss with just as much enthusiasm and tongue. Hell, there came a point where he wasn’t sure if it could even be called a kiss; it felt more like they were just moving their tongues in each other’s mouths as much as they possibly could, feeling everything, tasting everything, as if this were completely new to them and not something they did every time they had a moment alone.

 It had him in such a heated grip that Mark didn’t even notice Cesar climbing over his seat until he was already seated in his lap, hunched over so as to not hit his head on the roof of the car and pulling at his tie until it hung open and loose around his neck. He could feel Cesar throbbing against where their groins met, so there was no way Cesar couldn’t feel the same arousal radiating from him. The seat started to lean back, meaning Cesar must have pulled the lever on the side, pushing Mark to lay back to make a little more room. He held the brunette’s cheeks in his sweaty palms while he kissed down hard onto him from above, his body rocking against him to get the friction they both craved. Mark groaned, his breath hot against Cesar’s face, when the boy on top barely pulled away so he could grab Mark’s bottom lip between his teeth.

Gentle bites, because Cesar knew he couldn’t afford to leave bruises where Mark couldn’t conceal them, but God damn did Mark wish he could. Those tiny little bites were sending jolts down his spine. He couldn’t get enough. 

It was embarrassingly sad how they couldn’t even wait to get out of the car and into the house before losing control, but Mark wasn’t going to pretend he hated it when being with Cesar was the best feeling in the world to him. All he wanted was for Cesar to keep biting and petting him. All he wanted was for this moment to last, surrounded by the sounds of their heavy breaths, Cesar moaning down his throat, and the crickets chirping outside.

But then again, he had plans for the night, and he wasn’t about to let anything get in the way of that. With both hands moving to hold Cesar’s hips still, he pulled away to gasp for air.

“Let’s take this inside. I’ve got something waiting for you.”