Chapter 19: April 19th, 1992
“Oh? Again?” Cesar asked, with one last exaggerated roll of his hips against Mark’s groin. “What could sweet little Mark be keeping secret from me this time? Something nasty?”
“Hmm… maybe,” he said, leaning in close and whispering in his ear. “Stoplight system.”
“We’re already invoking the stoplight system? Now I really want to know what you’re about to do.”
“Then get in the house and I’ll show you.”
Cesar climbed back into his seat before getting out of the car through the passenger side. Although Mark was pretty sure nobody would be around to see them at this time of night anyway, he supposed it never hurt to be safe.
Mark tried to hide his excitement; if he lost his composure now, it would break the immersion of the roleplay that was about to happen. But he fumbled badly with his keys, taking five, six, seven tries to get the right key in the lock.
Come on, Mark, pull yourself together. You’re going to disappoint him.
Was it possible to disappoint him? None of Mark’s bumbling fazed Cesar, who was gleefully hassling him like a giddy child on Christmas morning to move faster.
He could do this. He knew he could. He’d done it plenty of times before. So he took a deep breath as he pushed the door forward and stepped inside, letting himself fall into the role he wanted to play hoping that Cesar would find it just as fun as Mark was hoping it would be. Cesar deserved the best, and the best was what Mark would try his damndest to give him.
The door shut behind them, and Cesar was already all over Mark again. With the way he was acting, if not for the fact that Mark was just sucking on his tongue five minutes ago he would swear that Cesar must have snuck a few drinks when the family wasn’t looking. He was so unapologetically shameless, even more than usual, bumping and rubbing himself against Mark’s body in every way he knew how. His tongue slid across Mark’s bottom lip, not even pretending that he wanted an innocent kiss anymore, and Mark would barely move when Cesar would make loud, breathy moans begging for him to do something, do anything, to just hurry up and fuck him already.
Mark had to pry him off his body. “Cesar… Bedroom. Now.”
That stern tone made Cesar freeze, before he took off like a rocket up the stairs. That excitement was contagious and dangerous; it made Mark want to share that feeling with him out loud, but it wouldn’t do for what he had in mind. So he started up the steps, one by one, making sure that he would still be on his way up by the time Cesar made it to the top of the stairs. Slow and calm, with dark intent. He wondered if he’d be able to tell once he reached the top of the stairs if that, by itself, added to Cesar’s depraved glee.
It must have. Because when he stepped into the bedroom, Cesar looked like he would die if Mark didn’t do something about it quickly. There was no hiding that bright smile of his, even when he was breathless and panting.
So needy. And so am I.
Mark’s thoughts raced through his mind as he stepped closer and started to strip Cesar of his tuxedo.
It’s okay. We’ll be disgusting together.
“Cesar. The way you acted earlier… You’re terrible, you know? I think you need to be punished until you’ve learned your lesson.”
“Punished?! What did I do wrong?”
“Laughing at me like that… Did it not even cross your mind how disrespectful that was? Awful boy.”
Cesar was a terrible actor when he was this horny, but at least he was getting the idea of what Mark wanted to do. “Oh. Oh, no… What do I have to do to make it all better?”
“Well…” Mark’s eyes trailed away in the same direction as his hands, his fingertips gliding down Cesar’s body, down his sides, settling at his hips. He was eyeing up his body like it was his next, and last, meal. “If you do everything I say, I might forgive you.”
“Tell me what to do, then. Please, ” he begged. He couldn’t live without Mark’s “forgiveness”.
Mark shucked off the coat to his suit and threw it into a bundle on the nearby desk chair. “First… strip. Take those clothes off for me.”
Without stopping to question it, Cesar did just as he asked. He discarded his bowtie, throwing it into the pile with Mark’s clothing, and started to unbutton his undershirt.
“ Today, Cesar.”
In a wild hurry, one that Mark found very satisfying to watch from Cesar of all people, the undershirt was thrown into a pile with everything else, and his slacks would soon follow. Those lovely, elegant slacks into which Mark would still like to slot his face into the open fly of. While Cesar was too preoccupied to notice, he couldn’t help but lick his lips at the thought of doing that again.
Right when Cesar dipped his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, Mark interrupted and stopped him. “Stop. Those stay on.”
He could feel Cesar’s eyes on him when he rummaged through his drawer full of toys and goodies. A few things came to mind while Cesar was touching him in the car, and now he had a plan. One that might just put all of his past fantasies to shame.
What he needed first were those fuzzy cuffs and whatever meager amount of lube he had left. Cesar’s eyes lit up at the sight of them.
Grabbing one of the spare towels he left lying around in his room, he walked past Cesar to a spot on the floor at the corner of the bed and spread the towel out there. “Sit here,” he commanded, and when Cesar did, he handcuffed him to the bedframe with his hands behind his back. He crouched down in front of him and started to rub his hand against the front of Cesar’s underwear, enjoying how the boy squirmed at so little. “Just so we’re clear, you’ll only get to cum when I allow you to. Understand?”
Cesar nodded.
Mark grabbed him by the chin. “You need to say it.”
“Yes, sir. I understand.”
“Good,” he purred, grabbing and groping Cesar until he was leaning back against the bed. Sighing, letting his eyelids flutter closed, a sight that was a thing of beauty. It made Mark so weak, the way Cesar’s body would tense and then go limp at his touch. Seeing him melt just for him and nobody else… nothing could compare to how high he felt. Mark pulled Cesar’s boxers down to his thighs, just enough to expose him, and squirted lube into his hand before grabbing Cesar and starting to stroke him. Faster and faster to keep him excited, to keep him enticed, squeezing him in all the right places that Mark knew as well as his own name, watching his knees start to buckle in only to spread open for him again.
Another temptation, those perfect legs of his. If Mark wasn’t so determined to stay in character, he would grab those legs and kiss every square inch of them, from his ankles all the way up to where the thigh met the hip.
Maybe later, he mused to himself, indulging himself in the loud yelp he got from Cesar when he rubbed his thumb against his slit. Later, later, later! He was screaming the words in his head to keep himself calm. It was a promise that, yes, later he could have whatever he wanted, as long as his lover allowed it. But he had to get through this first.
In the meantime, he could tell that Cesar was already getting close. It was time to put his evil plans into motion.
So he let go of Cesar’s dick. Betrayed eyes met Mark’s.
“Why’d you stop?”
“Didn’t I say you’d get to cum only when I say so?”
The look on his face was priceless.
He didn’t think I’d make good on that threat? Silly boy.
Mark stood back up, leaving Cesar on the floor with his boxers pulled down just below his balls. It was hard for Mark not to giggle at how silly he looked, but he wouldn’t ruin the mood by breaking the immersion. Instead, he took something else out of his drawer of degeneracy: another disposable camera, a new one that he made sure to buy to replace the old one.
“You don’t mind if I save a few pictures for later, do you?”
With a delirious smile, Cesar shook his head. “Of course not. Take as many as you like. I like knowing that I can get you off without even being in the room with you.”
The clicking of the dial on the camera wasn’t enough to cover up Mark’s muttering. “I might just have to up your punishment for talking like that to me right now.” He snapped a few pictures of Cesar laying against the bed, everything exposed for his viewing pleasure later. “Anyway, I’ll be back in a bit,” he said, walking toward the door.
“Whoa, whoa, wait, where are you going?”
“Hm, well…” Mark tapped his fingers against the door frame. “I have some stuff to do. I think now would be a good time to go do those dishes that have been piling up in the sink.”
“You’re just leaving me here?”
“I’ll be right back. Besides, I can’t risk you getting yourself off if I uncuff you.”
Something in Cesar’s eyes told Mark that he didn’t hate this idea nearly as much as he was making it sound. So he brought himself to kneel in front of him again, taking everything in. His chest was heaving up and down, still excited from the prospect of being toyed with by Mark. It was flattering that Mark really could do just about anything to him, and he’d accept it gratefully. “What’s your color?”
“...Green.”
“Good.” He stood up, falling back into the part he was supposed to be playing. “Then I’ll be back. Behave.”
Metal clinked gently from behind him as he started making his way down the stairs; the sound of the cuffs moving against the bedframe. Along with a few… sounds from Cesar, ones that Mark knew were meant to get him riled up again. It wasn’t hard to tell what he was up to in there.
Nice try. But it won’t be that easy.
Mark wasn’t lying about the dishes; he had been neglecting his housework. If he could find any excuse to force himself to do them, then at this point, he’d take it.
It only took him around twenty minutes to finish working through the mountain of plates and drink glasses.
I should do this to him more often. I could get some serious shit done around here.
Speaking of the little devil, he remembered that he left him waiting in his bedroom, and now would be a good time to go back up and continue their fun new game. Only after washing his hands a few times, of course; he wouldn’t want to touch his beloved with unclean hands.
When he returned, Cesar looked absolutely tortured. Hungry. Mark kneeled down in front of him again. “I see you haven’t found some way to get yourself off.”
“Mark, please…” His voice carried a fake edge to it, one that let Mark know that Cesar’s agony was all part of the scene they were playing out. Mark had his role to play, and Cesar had his. “Please let me cum. Please. I need it so bad,” he whined, pulling against his restraints.
“Hush. I’ll let you cum when you’ve learned your lesson.”
Mark dropped some fresh lube onto his hand and went back to work stroking Cesar’s dick. Cesar made sounds of relief, and Mark knew he was going to have a fun time breaking him if this was all it took to get his hopes up. He should know by now that Mark wasn’t planning on being nice to him. Not yet.
Mark touches him until he’s dripping wet again, beads of precum building at his slit until they grew too large and slid down the shaft and into Mark’s closed fist. If it weren’t for the fact that he was intentionally trying to keep Cesar going longer, he was sure he would only last three minutes at best. Why didn’t he ever tease him for that? It would be such brilliant petty “revenge” for all the taunting and jeering he “suffered” from Cesar’s smart mouth.
Cesar didn’t have to try to get Mark riled up. Just seeing him with his head thrown back against the bed, legs spread wide just from putting his hands on him… it made Mark want to skip all the bullshit and get straight to the fun part. Or at least touch himself.
No. He had plans. And if those plans were ruined by his own needs, Cesar would use that against him for the rest of his life.
“Mark… Mark…!” Cesar didn’t drop his head to look at Mark when he started moaning his name. Mark knew he must have been close again. The perfect time to torment him a little more.
He took his hand off Cesar’s cock again. Cesar’s face contorted in a way that made Mark think he was about to start sobbing.
“Fucking… please! Please, Mark, please!”
“I feel kinda bad about it, but I’m standing firm on this. You need to be taught how to act,” said Mark, standing up and leaving Cesar on the floor by himself once again. For a moment he caught Cesar breaking character with the slightest hint of a dopey grin while his cock twitched as his eyes rolled back for just a fraction of a second. It was incredible how much he loved almost anything Mark did to him.
He went back downstairs to find something else to do to pass the time.
The table. I should clean that. And around it. I want to treat him to whatever he likes out of the pantry when we’re done here.
Like most of his house, there was leftover shit and random junk littered on and around the table. Sometimes he was disgusted with how little care he put into these things, especially with Cesar visiting so much. No problems keeping his bedroom nice and tidy and clean for their usual activities, but completely half-assing everything else. Shouldn’t he be doing everything he can to make Cesar more happy and comfortable? Old habits die hard, but it needed to be done.
When he finished with that, he washed his hands again and returned to Cesar. The man was getting worse by the second. Loving it, but getting worse. He was pulling hard against his restraints as if trying to get to Mark. Waiting another two seconds for Mark to reach him was just that unbearable to him.
“I’ve decided this will be the last round, and I’ll let you finish. How’s that sound?”
Cesar kicked his feet in delight. “Oh God, yes, please let me cum! I’ll do anything!”
“I’m glad you feel that way. This is the last one, but it’s not going to be easy on you. Are you sure you’re ready—”
“I’m ready! I’m ready to be a good boy! Whatever I need to do, I’ll do it!”
He couldn’t hold back a smirk. Cesar was so into this, Mark couldn’t believe it. “I hope you’ll keep that good attitude until I’m through with you.”
Mark started digging through the sex drawer again. He made sure that Cesar didn’t see him take out one of the cock rings and hide it in his pocket; a nasty little surprise for his nasty little slut.
What Cesar would see him take out was a vibrating dildo and, almost more importantly, the vibrator wand that Mark approached him with.
“I-Is that…?”
“It is. Hold still.”
Mark sat down on the floor at Cesar’s side. He put a little more lube on the tip of the wand toy and pressed it to the base of his shaft, Cesar’s breathing speeding up in anticipation of what Mark was about to do to him. When the switch was flipped on, all decency was out the window; toes were curling, cuffs were clanking and jingling, and Cesar was wailing out loud with eyes scrunched shut. Mark couldn’t help himself; he just had to snap a few more pictures of Cesar being completely unable to come to grips with himself. Every feature of his face and body was so perfect, it would be criminal not to capture the moment forever. Perfection needed to be preserved.
Just a few photos. Few dozen, maybe. Some would be close-ups of Cesar’s face, others including the vibrator that was driving him wild, caught in just the right moment where his body would tense up with his legs trying to sprawl open wider than they were meant to go and his toes flexing and curling. Nothing was more enticing than watching Cesar’s full-body reactions.
The toy climbed up his length, closer and closer to his tip, then moved away when it was so close to touching him where he wanted it the most. Again, then again, Mark would tease him, keeping the sweetest euphoria just barely out of Cesar’s reach. The poor boy would mouth a silent “please” every time the toy was taken away, his hips trying to buck upward toward it but only pushing it even farther down, farther away from where he was begging Mark to put it.
Everything tensed up when the toy finally got there. Cesar was about to start thanking God for quenching his thirst, for freeing him from his cage, when the toy was suddenly switched off.
There were tears in his eyes. Overwhelming pleasure? Frustration? Both? Mark couldn’t tell.
With a smirk, Mark flipped the switch on again. Then off again, then on again, for a few seconds at a time, Cesar gasping and panting so fast that he could pass out at any moment, trying to find the words between forced breaths and finding nothing. Mark didn’t think of himself as being so sadistic; he never felt this sort of maniacal glee from pulling Cesar’s hair or leaving bites all over his body, he only enjoyed it because he knew the pain was a turn-on for his boyfriend. But watching Cesar be the one to completely fall apart was one hell of a power trip. Was this what it felt like when Cesar spanked him and bossed him around? No wonder he got so carried away.
On for a few seconds, right up until it looks like Cesar’s about to blow again, then off again. On again, off again, then pitiful whines and tears pricking the corners of his eyes. It was funny to Mark how hard Cesar tried to hide the fact that he was close. He knew all the little signs that gave him away, and there were certain things Cesar just couldn’t stop himself from doing. The way he’d grit his teeth and choke out an “ohhh, Mark…!” was a sure sign every time. He’d try to do it under his breath, or just mouth the words, but Mark would catch him in the act.
But eventually, Cesar would have to hit the point of no return. Mark couldn’t edge him like this forever. So, with an evil smile, he turned the vibrator off for the last time, before committing his final act of cruelty.
“You’re doing so well. I think this might be the last time I turn the vibrator off before I go ahead and let you finish.”
“You promise?”
“Of course. But, there’s a catch.”
That’s when the cock ring went on. Stunned silence filled the room, broken only by Cesar’s desperate, pleading whispers. “No, no no no , Mark, please, anything but this—”
“What’s your color?”
He hid his face, but Mark could see the faintest of smiles. “Green.”
“Listen. If I know you, I know you can blow right past this. That’s just what I want you to do for me. Got it?”
Cesar nodded. More lube, this time on the vibrating dildo, and Mark reached in underneath his dropped boxers and pushed it in until it was firmly settled in. The way his body jolted upright told Mark when he had the toy pressing up against just the right spot. Then there was the wand, which Mark turned back on and set on Cesar so that it finally made firm contact with his tip. His hips jerked, and Mark held him down with his other hand. “I need you to stay as still as you can for this one though,” he said, pulling up Cesar’s boxers and tucking the vibrator under them to hold them in place. A tiny button attached to a thin wire was left to hang out from the waistband of Cesar’s boxers, and once Mark pressed it, he was gone; a moaning mess, the tears in his eyes spilling over and down his cheeks. A harmony of two vibrators buzzing was the perfect mental image for later. It was a shame that his camera wouldn’t be able to capture the sounds. The memory would have to do.
“Color?” he asked as he took another photo.
“Gr— aaahh, fuck! Green, green!”
“Good boy,” he said, standing up and walking away, this time just to a nearby shelf with some magazines. Nothing dirty; he kept those magazines hidden under his bed, dusty and unused for months. Pictures of random busty women or slender, pretty men who were supposedly rich and famous couldn’t compare to the majesty that he brought into his bed at least once a week, one who gave him an endless supply of pictures to keep him company on those cold and lonely nights.
All he was looking for now was something to pass the time and distract him from the throbbing ache in his slacks. He’d have to cross that bridge sometime tonight, but that old magazine with some niche band that he hadn’t read about in at least a year or two suddenly looked very interesting, and he’d gladly sit down on the floor just across from Cesar, leaned up against the wall and nonchalantly licking a finger and flipping through a few of the crinkly pages.
There was a brief moment of silence. Except for the buzzing of the two vibrators from Cesar’s underwear. “M-Mark? What are you doing now?”
“Passing the time. What else? I’m going to go ahead and let you cum, whenever that might be.”
He made sure Cesar saw that he also kept the camera within arm’s reach. After the last time he forgot to keep it with him, he’d never miss another photo opportunity ever again. If there was a moment to be relived later, he was going to make sure it was saved forever.
And there were a few moments where he looked up from his magazine to watch Cesar, in love with the way his body reacted to being stimulated so aggressively in two places at once. The way his fists clenched and unclenched above his head… his tears… his heavy breathing, his red and flushed face, droopy eyelids…
Mark stole a few pictures of Cesar’s atrociously lewd expression, which he still had the gall to play up for the camera when he noticed Mark pointing it in his direction. That goofy, lazy smile told Mark that he’d go all night if he had to.
Mark couldn’t wait until he could drop the act and tell Cesar how perfect he was.
It took some time — it had to have been at least twenty minutes, each one torture to both boys — but eventually, Mark could tell he was close again. He crept closer to the man struggling on his bedroom floor, watching Cesar’s eyes go wide with fake concern.
“Please don’t make it stop again, please, not when I’m so close again—”
“Shh. Relax. I’m not going to do that. You’ve been so good, and you’re looking at me like you want me to touch you.”
He pulled down Cesar’s boxers again. With one hand he held the wand steady against the tip, and he wrapped the other hand around the base of the shaft and started to slowly rub up and down as much as he could without bumping the vibrator away. What did it feel like, Mark wondered? To have so much happening all at once? He was tempted to try it for himself.
“Ffffuck… oh fuck, Mark, Mark, I’m gonna…”
Mark sat beside him and pulled their bodies close together, letting his hands work their magic while he breathed heavily against Cesar’s neck. “Go on, baby. You earned it. Enjoy the ride.”
The dams broke, Cesar finishing with a scream and Mark’s name passing through his lips more times than either of them could count. Cesar’s dick twitched hard in his hand, a few thick shots of semen painting his bare chest, and the rest dribbling in thick streams down Mark’s fingers. His whole body was shaking as if he’d just been struck by lightning, and for a moment Mark wondered if one of the vibrators short-circuited or something. But one look at Cesar’s doped-out eyes told him that wasn’t it; his orgasm just hit him so hard that he might as well have been hit by lightning five times over. By the time the last of the aftershocks were done and over with and Mark turned the vibrators off, Cesar looked like he was about to faint, and for a moment Mark thought he did when he slowly closed his eyes and didn’t open them again.
Shit, shit, did I fuck up?
Mark gave him a gentle tap on the cheek. “Ces?”
“Yeah, Mark?” He still didn’t open his eyes. At least he was alive.
“You okay?”
“Physically? More than okay. Fucking amazing.”
“Oh. Mentally?”
“Don’t know… But I think I need to be held.”
Mark was quick to get Cesar uncuffed and the toys removed. He caught Cesar as he fell forward into his chest like dead weight. “I hope I didn’t go overboard.”
“You were great,” he whispered, nuzzling his face into Mark’s neck. “Trust me, I’d tell you.”
“I should bring you some water. We were at it for a while,” he said, starting to stand up, but Cesar weakly grabbed at his shirt.
“No, wait. Not yet.”
There was something that he couldn’t identify, something in his eyes that was new. “Ces, are you sure I didn’t hurt you?”
“I’m sure. I’m just feeling a little… clingy?”
“You’re like that all the time.”
“More than usual.”
Mark sat back down and took Cesar back into his arms, holding him against his chest. “I worry about you sometimes.”
“You always worry about me. And everything else,” he joked, laughing weakly against Mark’s body.
“Fuck off. Can you stand? I think you’d be more comfortable on the bed.”
“My leg’s asleep, but yeah, I’m good,” he answered, and Mark helped him to his feet. He picked up the towel from the floor, folded it in half, then used one side of it to give Cesar’s chest and belly a quick wipe-down before they sat on the edge of the bed. It was jarring to see Cesar look so… vulnerable? But as Mark held him, he also looked calm and serene. He could fall asleep at any moment, and he looked so peaceful. Whatever emotions were going through his head right now, they were probably complicated. Sex was usually a simple affair. A bonding moment. Their way of showing love and affection. Whatever was going on, he hoped that Cesar would tell him if something was wrong.
After a long cuddle, Cesar seemed to feel better. Mark kissed him just above the eye and stood from the bed. Cesar stirred from his apparent sleep and stood up with him. “I’m just going to get that water. If you want some, I’ll bring it to you.”
“No, it’s okay, I want to come with you.”
“You should be resting.”
“I’ll rest after. I’m not so helpless that I can’t handle some stairs.”
Mark could have made a comment there, but he kept it to himself.
There was plenty of water and snacks waiting for him downstairs. They may have just eaten dinner not too long ago, and maybe even had some desserts, but he knew Cesar could use something after what he just put him through. There were some stereotypically spicy chips that Mark couldn’t stand, but knew Cesar loved them and always made sure to keep some around. Despite everything, Cesar was glad to have them. The events from earlier still weighed on Mark’s mind and he couldn’t help but worry, but he felt better knowing that he could at least do something about it, or at least he hoped so. If he couldn’t comfort the love of his life, then what was he good for in the first place?
“Hey, Mark? When were you planning to do something about that?” he asked, pointing at the very obvious dick print showing through his dress pants.
Deadpan, Mark pushed Cesar’s arm away. “We don’t have to.”
“We should.”
“But we don’t have to. You should rest.”
“And then we should do whatever you’d be in the mood for.”
Mark paused, looking at Cesar with guilt. “I can’t—”
“Sure you can.”
Maybe he was planning on going another round to take care of himself, but he was having second thoughts about that after what happened to Cesar after the last session. Cesar was being as pushy as ever, though. “Fine. But you’re going to relax for a while. Because what I want to do… um, I want you to enjoy it just as much. Or there’s no point in doing it.”
“Another surprise?”
“No, I think… Fuck, this is embarrassing actually, I…” There was no easy way to word what he was going to say in a way that wouldn’t sound cringy as fuck. Cesar was looking at him expectantly, though. Some way or another, he had to say it. “I think I just want to be a little… mushy? Especially after that.”
“I don’t follow,” he said, with a look that made it obvious that he was following.
“You know, the shit you’d call ‘making love’ instead of ‘sex’. The kind where I show you how much you really mean to me. If that… y’know. Makes sense.” The way he worded it made him wince. But it was true, he wanted to do the overbearingly romantic stuff. The kind of thing that, in his mind, reaffirmed their relationship and why they did the things that they did. “Hey, why are you staring at me like that?”
“It’s just really cute is all. You go from a domineering daddy to… this. All sweet and fluffy and junk like that. You could give me cavities with that shit.”
“Can it.”
“And then there’s that.”
Mark scooped up a few bottles of water. “Shut up and get back in bed. You went through the wringer. If you want to go for the third round of the day, you’re going to rest. Or else I’m enlisting help from Mr. Palmer instead.”
“Nooo, not him!” Cesar laughed, playfully shoving Mark and bolting up the stairs in front of him, stopping halfway. “Or… you could use that vibrator of yours. Mind telling me when you got that?”
“Few weeks ago. I thought it might be a fun time for when I didn’t feel like using my hand.”
“Lazy ass.”
“Hey, sometimes it just feels better.”
“Lazy sack of shit.”
“It feels better sometimes, okay? ” He was trying to argue with Cesar. Why was he trying to argue with Cesar? Arguing with Cesar never fucking worked. “Whatever,” he said, playfully shoving him back into the room when they reached the top of the stairs.
Cesar was swept off his feet and dropped into the bed, giggles turning to ugly snorting laughter as Mark wrestled his exhausted lover until he finally gave up long enough for Mark to bundle up the covers so they would all be on Cesar’s side of the bed.
Mark crawled into bed, snuggling up next to Cesar. “Still feeling clingy?”
“Maybe a little.”
He tapped his fingers against Cesar’s shoulder. “Then I’ll just have to stay next to you until you feel better. Even if that takes all night.”
“Don’t fall asleep, Mark. I can go for a round three.”
“I know, Cesar. I know.”
Just for Cesar, he’d make damn sure he didn’t fall asleep.
