Chapter 2: March 6th, 1992
Nothing was different about Mark’s bedroom, as far as Cesar could tell. Not that he was complaining about being manhandled onto his bed, but it was a little disappointing that there was seemingly nothing waiting for him. It was just the same old bedroom, the same minimalist bed setup with no “creative flair” whatsoever. Hell, the bed was still messy and unmade from whenever Mark finally rolled out of bed that morning. Or afternoon.
Where were the romantic candles? The questionable totally-not-for-BDSM gear? Cesar was starting to wonder if he’d jumped the gun, and if he was wrong for expecting something grandiose from his bashful boyfriend. All he was met with today was Mark in his usual plain shirt and sweatpants.
If the “surprise” was getting dragged around by a horny teenager and practically thrown into a bed because he’s just that desperate for a fuck… Well, that would be fine with him, actually. He could take the chance to tease Mark for being in one hell of a mood, and Cesar knew what kind of “trouble” his mouth could get him into.
Was he overthinking this? Should he be more focused on Mark viciously making out with him right now? Probably.
Not probably. Definitely. How could he be lost in his thoughts at a time like this? Maybe it didn’t go the way he thought it would, but the fervent affection he was receiving now was just as appetizing. Mercilessly pinned down by his shoulders, Mark’s tongue rubbing hungrily against his own, the sounds of him raggedly breathing through his nose and the bed frame creaking softly under their combined weight… Cesar couldn’t say no to that. So he returned the gesture with just as much enthusiasm, loving the way it made Mark’s breathing pick up speed.
Mark frantically broke away from the kiss, face flushing red with embarrassment at the thread of spit trailing from their mouths. “Fuck, sorry. Meant to grab something before…getting this far. I guess I got a little sidetracked.”
“Oh, it’s alright,” Cesar breathed out, running a hand down his own leg, “I know you have such a hard time keeping your hands off me.”
“Speak for yourself,” Mark mumbled. He peeled himself away from Cesar, getting down from the bed and heading towards his closet.
Not expecting much, Cesar took the opportunity to get things moving along while Mark had his back turned. Why not make the most of it?
When Mark turned back around, he got an eyeful of Cesar with his shirt unbuttoned and his bare chest exposed, lying across the bed with legs spread suggestively. Without thinking he let his eyes dart up and down the smaller man’s figure, absolutely nothing left to the imagination.
Would Cesar tease him for stealing a glance at the outline in his slacks? Even if he would, that wasn’t going to stop him, because damn what a fucking view. How someone could be such eye candy without even being naked yet blew Mark’s mind.
He sure did unbutton that shirt fast, though. And when did he kick off his shoes? Cesar could set a world record with how fast he could undress.
Wide-eyed and confused, Mark searched for something to say. “Uh…What are you doing?”
“…What are you doing?” He paused, eyes falling on the small bag in Mark’s hand. “What’s that?”
Mark averted his eyes as he walked back over to Cesar. “Just something I, uh, picked up earlier. Before I called you.” He held it up so Cesar could see the sex shop logo, too ashamed to say it with words. “You know, the stuff I wanted to try—”
Cesar refused to wait for an explanation and snatched the bag out of his hand; he just had to see what this boy’s probably been fantasizing about doing to him.
“Toys? For me? ” Cesar cracked a sly smile, watching Mark’s face turn an even deeper shade of red. “Aw, Mark, you naughty dog!”
“I-It’s really not a lot, nothing special, just…some small things.” All of Mark’s earlier bravado was long gone, melted away now that his “secret” was about to be aired out. But if Cesar really was that eager to see…
The first thing Cesar pulled out of the bag was a black leather collar, along with a leash made from small, light metal chains. Mark liked the look of it at the time when he bought it, thinking it would look domineering and sexy while not being too much; a thicker set of chains would have been a little too aggressive for his tastes. Plus, it just wouldn’t suit Cesar. Something petite was much more fitting.
No problem thinking with his dick while at the shop, at least while there were no eyes on him, but he was having second thoughts now that Cesar was staring at it with wide eyes.
Fuck, he probably thinks this is fucked up and weird. Or maybe not freaky enough for him? Fuck.
“You’re so cute, Mark.”
“Cesar, I—”
“You better put this on me right fucking now.”
“J-Jesus fuck, okay, okay,” Mark stuttered, climbing onto the bed and taking the collar in hand. Was he really about to do this? Put a collar on his boyfriend? But if he stopped now, Cesar would totally kill him. Or maybe put it around Mark’s neck instead.
…Huh. What would Cesar do with him then?
Something fucked up for sure. Better not think about it now…
Mark wrapped the collar around Cesar’s neck with careful fingers, worried about making it too tight. Unlike the rough treatment he gave Cesar earlier, he went slow and gentle, anxious about being too rough with his neck.
He was so focused that he wasn’t actually paying attention to the man whose lap he was sitting on right now, who was staring at him with pupils blown wide. Sure, Mark may look uneasy about it, but Cesar was so in love with the sight of the brunette practically claiming him as his .
Secretly he wondered if Mark would let him wear the collar out in public… Without the leash, of course. Mark would sooner die than agree to that, Cesar figured. He could pass the collar off as a choker, right?
It took Mark some time to get it just right; not too loose, not too tight, no metal parts or fasteners in uncomfortable spots. All that was left was to click the leash into place in the loop on the back of the collar, and holy shit did the sight of him make Mark nearly swoon. The look of the black collar and metal chains on this man, while wearing that unbuttoned shirt with nothing underneath… He looked like he came straight out of Mark’s fantasies, and holding the leash made him feel…oddly powerful.
The soft touch of a hand at his cheek pulled him out of his thoughts. “You’re staring again, Mark.” The waves of both love and lust that Mark felt coming from the black-haired male’s voice, the look of utter devotion as he caressed his face… it could almost make him faint. “I must look pretty good in this.”
“You do look good. Really good.” There was no keeping up appearances anymore, not now that he was on top of him and dressing him in sexy little accessories that made him look so fucking gorgeous that it made Mark’s head spin. He leaned forward, pressing the palm of his free hand into Cesar’s shoulder, pushing him onto his back and following him down until their faces were barely an inch apart. “So fucking good…”
“Oh wait, I think I’m missing something…” Cesar forced them both to sit back up, unbuckling his own belt and unzipping his slacks and pulling them down until they were settled just below his hips. It made him look like something out of a magazine. “Better?”
Oh yes, much better , Mark wanted to respond, but the sight left him speechless — Cesar, with the ends of his belt lazily hanging open, and his bare hips leaving nothing to the imagination. He could hardly contain himself, trying and failing to hide the fact that he was absolutely fucking salivating.
So he doesn’t try to contain himself anymore. Why should he? Cesar was really asking for it.
Instead he leans in, shoving Cesar’s back flat against the bed once more and forcefully slots his face against his neck. “God, I can’t fucking take it,” Mark sighed out, his breath hot and heavy against Cesar’s skin, “I want to fucking wreck you, Ces.”
Arms wrapped around Mark’s body, grabbing fistfuls of the back of his shirt. “Do it then. I’m waiting.”
Mark thought his brain was about to short circuit.
Fuck, fuck, shit, fucking damn it, fuck, fuck—
He started rolling his hips against Cesar’s open fly, making them both gasp from the friction. Every now and then Mark would leave tiny bites just above the collar, dotting them with soothing kisses. Cesar couldn’t keep his feet planted on the bed, raising his legs to wrap them around Mark’s back.
For once, it was all going the way Mark wanted; he wanted to hear Cesar make those pretty little noises, wanted him to spread those legs for him. If he kept this up, he could probably make them both cum just from this, but that wasn’t the plan tonight. He had more torment in store for him later.
Satisfied for now, he sat up again and reached for the bag that was cast off to the side. “Hold on, I got something else.”
“There’s more?”
“Just these,” Mark said nonchalantly, dumping out the contents onto the bed — two colorless and transparent cock rings, and a fresh bottle of lube.
“Aw, you even remembered that we were running out of lube,” he cooed, then picked up one of the rings. “But what’s your plan with these?”
Quit acting coy. I know you know what a cock ring is , Mark thought to himself.
Knowing Cesar’s little game, Mark opted to show rather than tell. Why bore the little slut with an explanation when he’d appreciate a demonstration so much more?
Shifting himself back to give them both a little more room, he hooked his fingers into the waistbands of Cesar’s pants and underwear, pulling them both off the rest of the way and tossing them into a bundle on the floor.
The cold air hitting his erection suddenly caught Cesar off guard, and he nearly jumped out of his skin when cold lube was carelessly squeezed right onto his dick.
“That’s freezing Mark, what the hell—”
He shut up abruptly to watch with intrigue as Mark started to roll one of the cock rings down his slickened length, until it was wrapped snug around the base. It constricted him in a way that felt strange, but it wasn’t uncomfortable or annoying. The material was fairly solid, but slightly squishy and stretchy with enough give to it to make it wrap around him just right.
“So…what do you think? It doesn’t hurt or anything, right?” Mark’s unsure self was back, not sure what to make of Cesar’s reaction.
Does he like it? I hope it’s not uncomfortable for him—
“The colors don’t match, Mark.”
Mark blinked a few times. “…You’re fucking joking, right?”
“A black collar, and you picked this to go with it? Didn’t they have any in the same color? Really, I expected more from you!” Cesar fidgeted with the chains, making it look like he was critically inspecting them. “And really, you splurged on such a nice chain leash, but you didn’t even get handcuffs?”
He blinked again, completely taken aback. How was he meant to respond to this? Should he be apologizing? “I, uh… Sorry, they were all out?”
“So you were looking to buy handcuffs. You spoil me…” Watching Mark sputter in confusion was great, but it wouldn’t be nice to leave him stressed for too long; Cesar was sure his blood pressure was high enough without his help. He laughed and shook his head, then gently ran a hand through Mark’s hair. “You know I’m kidding. It looks like fun and I love it.”
“Jackass.”
As much as Mark tried to sound scathing, Cesar knew it was meant to be affectionate, in a way. So funny and cute. Sometimes he wondered what it would be like to watch Mark squirm underneath him instead…
Soon Cesar’s shirt joined the rest of his clothes on the floor, leaving him completely naked and exposed save for the toys his partner so lovingly adorned him with. Feeling out of place, Mark was quick to join him, adding his clothes to the pile.
Mark reached for the lube again and poured a generous amount on his own dick, flinching at the sudden sting of cold on his skin. He lowered the second cock ring down to the base and gave it a few curious squeezes.
This feels different. Hope this works…
“I think I get it. You want the opposite of a quickie.”
“Yeah. Do you… I mean, if you’re okay with that? I didn’t get a chance to tell you before. About…” Mark made a vague gesture with his hands. “You know. About all this.”
“I asked you to put these on me, didn’t I?” Cesar took hold of the leash and forced it into Mark’s hand. “Don’t get cold feet on me now, sweetheart.”
“Fine, alright,” he said, jokingly exasperated. He pecked a quick kiss on Cesar’s cheek. “Roll over for me.”
“Oh, Mark… Treating me like I’m your dog now? I didn’t know you were into that . Is that what this leash is really for?”
“You know that’s not what I meant, doofus. Just get on your knees.”
Happily letting Mark have his way, Cesar rolled onto his stomach, letting his head and shoulders settle on the mattress while propping his lower body up on his knees. Mark squeezed some more lube onto his fingers, starting first by rubbing gently against Cesar’s rim, the sensation making him tense up. “You know what to do, Ces. Just relax for me.”
The cold feeling against his insides as Mark slowly pushed in a finger wrung a long, low moan from Cesar, who was relishing in the feeling of it rubbing his insides and occasionally grazing against just the right spot. And when Mark inserted another finger, Cesar’s reaction made him think he was about to cum just from that; the man was making the most pathetic and needy sounds, pushing his hips back to try to fuck himself on Mark’s fingers.
Sometimes Mark wondered if he really was that good at this, or if Cesar was just so horny that he could enjoy anything.
Probably that. He’s been horny every day of his life since our first time. Guess I created a monster.
“You’re being so good, letting me do this to you,” Mark said in a soothing voice, scissoring his fingers especially wide and watching Cesar squirm and whimper.
He took extra time with the prep just to see if there was any chance that it could break through the restriction. Sure, it was mostly because Mark wanted to make sure Cesar would enjoy everything he was about to do to him, of course he didn’t want to actually hurt him. But the cock rings were new territory to him, and he wanted to see how far he could take it.
All he got was Cesar becoming increasingly impatient, jerking his hips back with more and more force and desperation.
“Oh fuuuck, Mark… I love it— but I can’t, I can’t , not from this. Come on already, please…”
“Just making sure you’re really ready for how bad I’m about to fucking ruin you.”
He took his fingers out, but rather than get a move on he decided to have some fun knowing Cesar wouldn’t be able to cum from this anytime soon.
A surprised yelp escaped his throat when Mark pushed back in with three fingers. After all the bullshit teasing Cesar put him through, he gained a sort of sadistic satisfaction from tormenting him like this. That stupid, smug face he wore whenever the two were alone together was all it took to drive Mark crazy and oh how badly he wanted to fuck the daylights out of this man until the only thing he had to be smiling about was how much of a shameless slut he is.
Knowing that this was a side of Cesar that only he would ever get to see was something special to him. He made it a point to look prim and proper around everyone else, an upstanding member of society.
Nobody would ever know what Mark knows.
Cesar buried half of his face into the pillow as Mark steadily pushed in his length, inch by inch, keeping close watch on the smaller male’s face for any discomfort. The pillow did barely anything to muffle him, wild panting and needy moans escaping without restraint.
Mark took his time until he was bottomed out inside of him, letting out a pleased sigh of relief. A hand moved to caress Cesar’s hip, the other to retrieve the leash again. He made a few small movements, pulling out and pushing back in all the way, slowly at first just to test the waters. Each long drag of his dick made Cesar groan and start to gather up fistfuls of the bedsheets.
Still trying to use the pillow to muffle himself. Cute.
“Fuck, this is great… What do you think, Ces?” Mark tugged back on the leash, forcing Cesar’s head off the pillow. His body shuddered and shook, adoring the harsh treatment, and his high-pitched moans told Mark everything he needed to know. “That’s better.”
The corners of Cesar’s mouth perked up into a delirious smile. “You’re so mean to me.”
“You seem to love it, though.” As if making a point, Mark pulled almost all the way out and paused for a second, only to slam himself back in at full force while yanking Cesar back by the hip. Being jerked backwards so suddenly and then shoved forward by the force of Mark smacking into him made Cesar yelp in surprise, clawing at the bedsheets in his hands.
“Fuck!...” he whined out, his breath becoming shaky and his voice soft and airy, “God, fuck , do that again…”
And he did, starting a slow rhythm at first to get the hang of it, fingers digging into Cesar’s hip and slowly picking up speed whenever Cesar looked (or sounded) like he could handle more. Once the smaller male started thrusting himself back into Mark in time with his pounding, that was it; they were lost in it.
Even Mark was crying out in wanton bliss, violently snapping his hips and filling the otherwise quiet room with the sounds of skin slapping skin, and the noises he wrung out of the black-haired male writhing in bliss beneath him.
The cock rings did their job far better than Mark could have ever hoped for, keeping the two going when they would have finished ages ago. Between the violent fucking and holding Cesar’s head off the pillow with the leash the whole time, he should have tired out already. Mark was shocked at his own stamina, his body slicked in sweat and fueled entirely by the need to cum. It almost made him want to take off the damn things and let them both finish already, but he needed to see and hear more of Cesar, and he was willing to delay his own high just to have a pretty face in his mind to jerk off to later.
He was suddenly very aware of everything he was doing to the poor man, pounding into him so hard that each thrust shoved Cesar’s entire body forward on the bed, only for him to be dragged back by the hand at his hip. Mixed in with his cries for more, was also the sound of the bed frame repeatedly slamming into the wall.
Was it really him doing that? It felt so unlike him to get this rough, but it felt so incredible that he couldn’t bring himself to think about it any more than that, let alone stop. As long as it made Cesar happy and satisfied, then… Mark would just accept it.
There was just one “problem”.
“Oh God, Mark— Mark! Nngh, fuck! Ahh— Fuck me, fuck me! ”
Hearing Cesar curse like that… holy shit. But Mark could think of one thing, and only one thing, better than that.
Fucking him so hard that he stops talking altogether.
Not that he didn’t like the sound of Cesar’s voice. If he didn’t, they wouldn’t be together, considering Cesar’s mouth never closes, ever, at all. But that made the idea of taking him apart so bad he couldn’t even muster up words so tempting. To Mark, Cesar’s voice was like drugs, but it’d sound so much better producing broken sobs for only Mark to hear, and nobody else.
All for him. All to himself.
“You’re being so lou— oh, shit — loud,” Mark stuttered, curses and heavy breaths between words. “What if the neighbors hear you?”
“Please! — Mmmnn! — Just make me cum already, please,” Cesar whined, letting go of the sheets in his hands to wrap his arms around the pillow.
“Wait…Let me guess…” Mark was gasping and sputtering; between the exertion and the pleasure, he couldn’t make out a full sentence without pleased noises slipping out. “You don’t care… hah … if the neighbors hear. Or is it…because you want them to?” His fingernails were starting to dig into Cesar’s skin, leaving red crescent-shaped marks.
“Let them…Let them hear what you’re doing to me.”
That did something to him.
“Shameless whore.” Something in the back of his mind screamed at him that he just went too far, but the thought faded away, overwhelmed by his own needs. Not to mention Cesar’s entire body shuddering in bliss, his back arching, the hair on his arms standing on end…
Well, if that’s what he likes , Mark thought, trying to justify it to himself.
He was hanging on by a thread, chasing release. Taking a quick glance at the clock on his desk, he realized they’d somehow been at it for almost an hour. His first hint should have been the layer of sweat covering them both, their hair drenched and sticking to their faces, but who has the time to notice when you’re busy rawing your boyfriend? He was getting close now, and he wanted Cesar to get there with him. So he angled his thrusts slightly different each time, searching for that one spot…
And he knew he got it when Cesar’s choked moans and sniffles rose into a high-pitched, keening moan.
There’s no way in hell the neighbors didn’t hear that one.
“Right there, right there— ohhh fuck , don’t st- ahh– don’t stop, oh my God —”
Everything went downhill from there. Mark dropped the leash in favor of grabbing both of Cesar’s hips, letting the older male finally drop his head on the pillow, so he could give him everything he had in what he begged God would be the last sprint to the finish line.
All of the sensations around him were just too much to handle — the intense pleasure building up, the man below him babbling and whimpering and crying out in delight between loud sobs, the sound of his hips slapping against Cesar’s ass, the loud creaking of bedsprings and the frame slamming into the wall with renewed force, the way his boyfriend clenched and tightened around him every time he moved — it gave him a second wind, making him feel like he could do this all day and never get tired.
When he first thought about doing this with Cesar, he didn’t think he’d ever take it this far. But knowing he was capable of doing this to him spurred him on, it was just too fucking good . He wanted to give Cesar everything he could ever desire, and then some. He needed more .
He looked down. He wanted to look at his lover’s face, or whatever he could see of it, while he screwed him senseless.
The sight he was met with left him even more breathless than the sex.
Cesar was slack-jawed and drooling, with glassy half-lidded eyes rolled up just slightly and leaking fresh tears. It made Mark consider stopping to check on him and make sure he was okay, but at the same time the visuals shot straight down to his dick. It would be a shame to ruin the view.
He found a respectable middle ground, keeping the same pace but seeing if Cesar could respond if spoken to.
“Hey, Ces…Everything okay? Feeling good?”
Cesar couldn’t form words anymore, only managing strangled gasps and moans that would make a porn star take notes. But Mark was relieved to see that he was still conscious, watching him squeeze his eyes shut and rapidly nod his head against the pillow.
Knowing that he was fucking him stupid and yet Cesar loved every second of it… It finally brought him to the edge, feeling himself about to blow past the confines of the cock ring.
“Hey… huff …Cesar, you’re close, right? Want to cum?”
Clenching his jaw shut, Cesar gave a throaty and strained “mmhmm”, too far gone to manage anything else. Mark dropped one of the hands at Cesar’s hips to start jerking off his neglected and leaking cock, his thrusts becoming erratic and sloppy. The sound of his hips smacking into Cesar were in time with his own short grunts, coming out like growls from his throat.
Cesar buried his face in the pillow, squeezing it tight in his arms as he screamed into it with eyes scrunched shut. Mark took a mental snapshot of that for later…Oh how he wished he’d grabbed a camera before they started.
The climax claimed Cesar first, his cries rising from whimpers in time with Mark’s thrusts to a single long and pathetic whine, his body tensing and tightening harshly around Mark’s cock, spilling himself onto the sheets.
Mark hunched over Cesar’s back, wrapping both his arms around the man’s body as if holding on for dear life. He called out Cesar’s name over and over, his entire body shaking as he came in heavy spurts. Cesar quietly whimpered out the brunette’s name, the warm feeling of being filled making his orgasm all the better.
It took Mark everything he had to not outright collapse on top of Cesar, exhaustion finally claiming the two as they came down from their shared high. Mark kept his arms wrapped around him as he leaned forward to give a few gentle kisses at the nape of his neck.
“Mark, holy shit…” Cesar’s voice was quiet, and a bit hoarse.
“Yeah?” With a lazy smile, he tilted Cesar’s head to the side just enough to plant a kiss on his temple. “You took all of that so damn good.” Still a bit breathless, Mark slowly pulled himself out, making a bit of a face at the sound of cum dripping onto the bed. Not to mention the realization that Cesar had also just jizzed all over the sheets… Fuck. He’d have to get these in the wash before that shit stained. The last thing he wanted was to have to explain that when his family came to visit.
Peeling their sweaty bodies apart, Mark leaned back and looked at his handiwork and damn did he destroy this man. Now he was really beating himself up over not grabbing a camera. Oh well, he’d just have to live with the memory. Or do this again some other time.
“Look at the mess you made, Mark…” Cesar folded his arms under his head, looking back and giving Mark a flirty look knowing damn well what kind of view he had right now.
“I wouldn’t be talking, you were so into it you couldn’t even talk shit anymore.” Mark reached down and started to shimmy the cock ring off of Cesar. “These things are great, they can even get you to shut the fuck up.”
Cesar collapsed onto his side, trying to avoid the spot on the sheets that was soaked in his and Mark’s cum, watching as Mark took his own cock ring off and threw them both off to the side. “Did I really shut the fuck up, though? I thought I was being pretty vocal.”
“Oh for fuck— Get off the bed you asshole, I need to change these sheets.” Mark started yanking the sheets off the corners of the mattress without waiting for Cesar to get up. The other male jokingly shook his head and mumbled something about Mark’s seemingly short fuse, grabbing some tissues from the bedside table and getting off the bed.
Only for Mark to hear a surprised yelp and the sound of something thudding onto the floor.
That something turned out to be Cesar, crumpled to the floor, a little surprised but otherwise fine.
“Whoa, hey, you okay?” Mark reached down to pull Cesar back onto his feet. His legs shook a bit, and he had to drape an arm around Mark’s shoulders for support.
“You really let me have it. Don’t think my legs work right now.”
“Shit, sorry.” Mark started to lead him just a few feet away from the bed to give him some space to clean up.
“Sorry for what? Fucking me within an inch of my life?”
There he goes saying shit like that again… He recovered pretty quick, and was right back to running his mouth.
“Oh, fuck you. Don’t get cum on the floor. I don’t feel like spot cleaning that shit,” Mark groaned, but very clearly half-joking. He practically dropped Cesar on the floor, but the smaller male managed to drag Mark down with him, leaving the two laughing in a heap on the floor.
“You sure have aggressive ways of showing your affection, Mark.”
Mark sighed. “Nothing fazes you, does it?” Sitting up, he straightened himself up enough that he could leave a kiss on top of Cesar’s head. “Uh, speaking of which…I’m sorry I called you a whore, it was just in the heat of the moment, I didn’t mean—”
“You’re worried about that? I wish you’d talk to me like that every time.”
“…Really?”
“I love seeing how your personality changes when you’re really into it. Just keep doing what feels natural.” Cesar closed the small gap between them, holding Mark close and nuzzling his head underneath his chin. “If I don’t like something, I’ll tell you, and we won’t do it again. Simple.”
The reassurance was more than enough for him. “Do you, uh… need anything? Food? Water? Bath? I should shower, I can carry you in with me if you want to clean up, as soon as I put the sheets in the wash.”
“That’s fine. And I could use some water after that too, so…Wait, hang on,” Cesar muttered, shifting a bit so he could see the spot where he was sitting. “Guess it all dripped out onto the bed. Lucky you, no spot cleaning.”
Mark rolled his eyes, standing up. “Yeah, lucky me . Alright, I’ll be right back.”
Cesar patiently waited for Mark to finish taking care of the sheets, and the two figured out the issue of getting Cesar into the shower on his shaky legs. But they figured out a system, taking turns cleaning themselves while Mark helped Cesar stay upright.
It was a little amusing to Cesar that Mark had no problem going about his business without ever even putting his boxers back on. Living alone meant he could do whatever of course, but it was still funny to him, doing mundane things like getting a glass of water or putting fresh sheets onto a bed while naked. What was perfectly normal was climbing into those sheets naked with him, scooting himself down enough that he could press his face against Mark’s neck.
“Think I could stay for two nights? Might be hard to explain to my mom why I’m walking funny after spending a night alone with a guy.”
“That’s fine. Sorry, I guess I fucked you up real bad. How you feeling?”
“Sore. My back hurts a little. Worth it, though. You should rough me up more often.”
“I’d rather not. That’s a noise complaint waiting to happen.”
“Gag me, then.”
Mark wheezed, not expecting an answer like that to come out so matter-of-factly. “Cesar!”
A few kisses found their way onto Mark’s neck. “Can’t help it. You don’t know what you do to me.”
“I think I can guess. Have you seen what you look like when you’re getting rawed?”
Cesar gave him a teasingly doubtful look, not really trying to deny it. “I don’t know about that. I think you’re messing with me. You’ll have to prove it.”
Mark’s face dropped to one of borderline disbelief. “Prove it?!”
“You still have that mirror in your closet, right? Even after the destruction order?” Cesar traced tiny circles on Mark’s chest with his finger. “Why don’t you pull that out, put me in your lap with both of us facing it, and let me see for myself—”
Mark raised his voice, cutting him off. “Cesar, oh my God,” he groaned, defeated. The arm at Cesar’s back tried to bring him in closer. “What would your poor mother say if she knew what her pretty and proper son was really like?”
“Oh, don’t you bring her into this. She doesn’t need to know. Ignorance is bliss.”
Mark let that be the end of that; Cesar was clearly more interested in cuddling and relaxing, intertwining their legs together under the covers and pressing tender kisses up and down Mark’s neck. They were both exhausted, and before the sun had even finished setting they’d drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.
