Chapter 21: April 20th, 1992
How they were getting through the drive to school without crashing and wrapping around a tree Mark had no idea. He was dead tired after a long night with Cesar, who was fading in and out of sleep in the passenger seat. Neither of them got any sleep after spending the entire night fucking like they were possessed. Mark yawned. Cesar’s eyes drifted open and his head rolled lazily to the side until he was looking at Mark with a delirious and sleep-deprived smile.
“You tired, too?”
His eyes hurt. It was taking all of his resolve to keep them open. “Of course I’m fucking tired. You had me going all night.”
Cesar stretched with a groan, stretching out his legs under the dashboard. “That’s a bunch of bulllll SHIT and you know it. We could have stopped whenever you wanted, but nooo, you wanted to bone just as bad. You can’t put all the blame on me.”
“Don’t give me that shit,” he grumbled, squirming uncomfortably in his seat. His ass hurt. Burned like hell. “Sometime around round five or six, you just had to have a turn.”
“Well, it’s only fair…”
“It’s only fair,” he repeated back in a mocking tone. Mark was grateful that he was wearing boxers. Otherwise he’d have to hide the lingering handprints on his ass. “Yeah. Right.”
“You loved it.”
He took a deep breath and leaned back in his seat. Focused on the road. Getting them both to school, and not into a ditch, alive. But Cesar would keep up his nonsense for as long as he could. When Mark was tired, he was irritable. When Cesar was tired… he wasn’t much different than usual.
“Come on, Mark. How many times did we do it yesterday? Tell me.”
If he was being honest, right now a lot of it was a blur. He was too tired to think. There was going to be hell to pay later when he fell asleep in class. “Including the blowjob at my parents’ house?”
“Yup. Including the blowjob at your parents’ house,” he repeated with a snicker.
It took him a minute to think, but he repeated the night’s events out loud. There was the blowjob, then the session with the vibrators, then the sappy missionary sex. Cesar’s turn had to have been the sixth round, because he was pretty sure he remembered round four being the one where Cesar rode his dick and the fifth being another blowie. So that was six… Somewhere in there Cesar got another turn, but he was sure he fucked him a few more times in between for good measure.
“Fuck, I’m too tired to remember everything right now, but… I think it was somewhere around nine or ten times. Eleven? I don’t know.”
“You were so sad after that second blowjob. We were both coming dry by then, you wanted a taste of it so bad.”
Mark scowled. “Don’t remind me.”
Cesar poked his finger into Mark’s cheek. “I’m reminding you. I’ll also remind you of how you were practically in tears by like, I don’t know, round nine. You fucked me, I finished before you, and you had to pull out and jerk yourself off over me, and almost nothing was coming out of either of us.” He shifted his lower body awkwardly, and out of the corner of his eye Mark could catch a glimpse of him shifting an obvious boner into a position where it wouldn’t be as noticeable later.
“Are you seriously getting hard thinking about that?”
“I can’t help myself when it comes to you.”
“You suck.”
“And you blow.”
Mark grumbled under his breath while Cesar chuckled to himself with his forehead pressed against the window while making some kind of comment about Mark being cute when he was grumpy. This was already gearing up to be a long day.
As they got closer to the school, they fell into their routine of stoic silence. The kind that was expected between guys and their guy friends. Never looking each other in the eyes when they spoke to each other, coolly keeping their distance so as to not arouse any suspicion that there was something weird between them. It was no secret that they were “best friends”, but they didn’t even dare smile at each other with other people around. That was hell in its own right when they got excited just from being in close proximity to each other, the smell of the other’s cologne or body wash sending shockwaves through their brains in the one class where they sat next to each other.
It was torture, but it was better than being apart all day. Being next to each other was enough to make that class less insufferable.
The hallways were busy, even early in the morning. Mark had to blink himself awake or he’d be swept away by the traffic. Cesar followed close behind as he tended to do when they came to school together, for as long as he could before they had to separate.
Then the two were approached by another boy. One that Mark recognized from a few of his classes, but for the life of him he could never remember his name. The two never really spoke that much. Most of what he tried to “converse” with Mark about was just insincere bullshit, the sort of thing where you know the person talking to you is trying to get you to slip up and say something embarrassing. Or maybe he really was just trying to be friends with Mark, but if that were the case then he couldn’t tell, and he found him annoying either way.
When it came time for the two to go to their classes, Cesar gave his goodbyes, at least until their first class together later and then gym class. It would only be for a few hours, but those few hours without Cesar would be a few hours too many. Even if they couldn’t talk, he still wanted him at his side.
He watched him go. But Mark couldn’t help but find it strange how his other classmate stared intensely at Cesar as he walked away. He hoped like hell he didn’t notice that little limp in his step.
Gym class. Knowing what troubles might be waiting for him there had Mark wanting to run away without looking back. Cesar needing to hide to change his clothes, Mark trying to hide his own “battle scars”, knowing that their other nameless classmate would be there, feeling like he was about to fall asleep on his feet, all on top of the fact that Mark wasn’t the least bit athletic and fucking hated being forced to do shit made for a perfect shitstorm that he hoped he could shield himself and Cesar from.
While he was sure his boxers would cover most of the damage, he made sure to change out into his gym clothes from a corner so nobody could see him from behind. Cesar made good on his promise and shuffled into one of the toilet stalls, hopefully with nobody looking, to change there. Times like these made Mark glad that he had the foresight to not leave bites on Cesar’s legs. Of course, he wanted to. So badly that he could die just thinking about it, but the only way to get through school without getting found out was to have some self-control.
He thought he might have a peaceful moment to get himself changed, but that other asshole was already back to ruin his day. Great.
“Hey, Heathcliff. Do anything fun over the weekend?”
Oh, yes. I had more fucking fun than you ever will. “Not really.”
“You brought Torres with you today. Does he usually hitch a ride with you?”
“Sometimes.”
“He’s walking kinda funny.”
Shit. He noticed. “Yeah, we were messing around in the yard at my house yesterday and he hurt himself like a dumbshit.”
“So you two were hanging out yesterday? Man, I thought you said you didn’t do anything over the weekend.”
Mark kept his deadpan tone steady. The lack of sleep wasn’t exactly helping his mood, but he couldn’t afford to lose his cool. “I didn’t. We hung out at my house yesterday, but we do that a lot. It’s not unusual.”
“You weren’t walking too great this morning, either.”
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. “When I went to help him up, I slipped and busted my ass, too.”
“Oh.” The guy looked Mark up and down with a weird look. Like he didn’t believe him. “That sucks, sorry man. You know, the two of you both look really fucking tired.”
“We stayed up way later than we should have. I bought some new CDs last week. We lost track of time.”
“Oh.”
Mark pulled his gym shirt on over his head and hoped that would be the end of that.
“Why’s he changing in the stall?”
At this point, Mark knew these questions were supposed to be invasive. There was no way this guy wasn’t on to them. “How the fuck would I know?”
“Whoa. Take it easy, buddy. It was just a question. He’s your pal and all, so I thought you’d know.”
“I don’t. Sorry.”
He shrugged and walked away. Good. But Mark was sure that wouldn’t be the last they’d see of him. Those questions were really fucking weird to ask if there wasn’t some kind of hidden accusation behind them. Once he was dressed, he started to make his way toward the front of the locker room. Cesar was close behind; he’d briefly forgotten all about him after that other asshole went and put him in a bad mood.
Cesar gently tugged Mark’s sleeve. “You look like someone pissed in your cereal.”
“It’s nothing.”
He was clearly not convinced, but didn’t press it further. Cesar could tell from a mile away that whatever was going on, now was a bad time to talk about it.
Especially because That Asshole was back. And siding right up to Cesar with an arm around his shoulder like they were best buds. Mark’s anger threatened to flare out of control; that was HIS Cesar. Nobody else could touch him like that. Nobody should ever dare to touch him like that.
He had that grating fake-cheery tone that felt like nails on a chalkboard. “Heeyyy, pal! Heard you hurt yourself yesterday. That sucks, getting through gym class like that is going to be ass.”
Cesar looked at Mark and seemed to understand. “Um, yeah. Thanks I guess. I’m fine, though.” Watching Cesar try and fail to wriggle out of the other boy’s hold was only making Mark angrier. Cesar didn’t want his hands all over him, and seeing his personal space being so utterly invaded by this absolute nobody was making him consider the pros and cons of getting a suspension.
If I swing now, he’ll know. Fuck.
He came close to swinging anyway when the guy’s roughhousing started to make Cesar’s shirt ride up his body, barely exposing his midriff and a few of the marks along his sides and belly.
Cesar pulled his shirt back down as the other guy let go. “Oh, shit. You must have hurt yourself really bad, huh?”
“He did,” Mark chimed in. “He fell and busted himself up pretty bad, so you hanging all over him is hurting him more.”
“...Right,” he said in defeat, finally backing off from Cesar. Then he was gone, slinking away like a kicked dog with its tail between its legs.
When he was certain the boy wasn’t watching them from afar, Mark stepped closer to Cesar. “You okay?”
He hugged his arms around his body, close to the bottom edge of his shirt. The fact that the guy saw the bite marks was bad enough, but what was worse was that Mark knew that Cesar didn’t like to be touched like that by anyone except him.
“Yeah. I’m fine.”
Mark looked around. Nobody else seemed to be interested in whatever the fuck had just happened here. Dealing with one asshole was enough. He hoped like hell he scared him off and that would be the end of that.
