Chapter 22: April 24th, 1992
That following Friday, as Mark led Cesar up the driveway and to the front door, he was in a much better mood. Only because he was about to be alone with Cesar, of course — that “catching up on sleep” thing that everyone repeats day after day turned out to be a stupid myth. There was no such thing as catching up on lost sleep, not until the weekend and their single all-nighter before school on Monday left him struggling to keep up appearances all week. Marathon sex was great in the moment, but left only regrets in its wake the morning after.
“I like when you’re only nice to me,” Cesar said to him at some point during the week in the few seconds they had together in that particular passing period between classes. Sweet if not a little creepy, but Mark didn’t feel like catching a suspension when his grades would already be on thin ice. Snapping at everyone may have been cute to Cesar, but he couldn’t afford to get himself in trouble right now.
They kept their calm external demeanor right up until the door closed behind them, as was routine by now. Mark was quick to draw the curtains closed.
“Hm?” Cesar spun around to the sound of the curtains sliding shut. “Is there something you’re about to do that you don’t want the neighbors to see?”
A dumb question. He was playing dumb on purpose. They did nasty shit every single day they spent alone here.
“Because I have a surprise for you.”
The television that was usually in Mark’s bedroom was in the living room today, awkwardly small and even further dwarfed in comparison to the sofa it was set in front of. There was a small cabinet attached to the side table it was set upon, filled with cassettes and VHS tapes that his family collected over the years and pushed off onto him when they wanted to get rid of junk from the house. More hand-me-downs, like everything else in the house. There was one tape that was still covered in plastic and tags from the store, and Cesar only had to examine it for half a second to know what it was. “Is this really okay?” he asked, looking at Mark with puppy eyes so innocent that for a second he could almost forget that the owner of those eyes was the world’s nastiest freak in the sheets.
Mark had offered to permanently buy the movie that Cesar had rented over and over again, and keep it at his house so his mom wouldn’t know about Cesar still watching TV despite the destruction order. They’d watched the damn thing at least a dozen times already, but Mark still made it a point to rush down to the video store on Thursday afternoon to surprise his boyfriend. “I know how much you like it,” he said. “I’d hate to see you not be able to enjoy it anymore once video stores go out of business. And at this rate, you know they will.”
“I thought you hated Jacob’s Ladder.”
“That’s not the point. The point is that you like it. I don’t want you to lose something you like.” Don’t make me regret it he wanted to add, but there’s nothing that would make him regret it. If it put a smile on his face, then it was worth every penny.
“But you’re spending the money you got from your summer job on me.”
“And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Setting the tape down beside the television and leaning on it with a hand dramatically settled on his hip, he cast a stare at Mark that screamed trouble. “Alright, what do you want? The curtains are closed and you’re being way too nice to me. You’re up to something.”
Mark grinned and wrapped his arm around Cesar’s waist while pulling the other’s hand off of his hip and holding it tenderly in his own. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“There’s something you want from me. What is it, sugar daddy? ”
He started to lead him toward the couch. There were already some towels there that he laid out that morning. “You got me. There is something…”
Cesar wrapped both his arms around one of Mark’s, his cheek pressed against Mark’s shoulder. “Tell me.”
Right away his hands were fumbling with the button on Cesar’s jeans. The pleased hum from him was all Mark needed to know that he was allowed to keep going as he spoke. “Remember last weekend? You said you could cum just from sitting on my dick. Let’s put that theory to the test.”
With only a deep kiss and no words, Cesar happily agreed to the proposal.
Every week without Cesar in his arms felt like an eternity, and they would always welcome each other back into the safety of their arms and bodies once they were in the privacy of Mark’s bedroom. Or his living room, if they couldn’t make it up the stairs before clothes started to come off.
Come off they did, a trail of clothing leading up to the couch where Mark sat down first and let Cesar crawl up into his lap. Mark held him still at his hips. It would ruin everything if he got any kind of friction from this; their experiment was serious business! But he would let Cesar kiss him, and he would kiss him back. With what Mark had planned for him, he was willing to let Cesar have a little fun to make up for what he was about to do to him.
He pulled away from the kiss, rubbing circles into the small of Cesar’s back. “Why don’t you put your movie on so we have something to watch?”
Being able to order Cesar around and have him actually listen? What a dream. It wasn’t anything new, it was typical for him to do anything Mark asked when they were alone, but having this level of “control” over someone like that would go to his head. Forcefully? No, no; the kind of control where the other person goes along willingly. So thrilling to Mark, who was waiting patiently (or not) for Cesar to finish putting the tape into the player. Hurry up, hurry up he’d whine to himself, internally, unable to contain his excitement. Especially not with Cesar casting him narrow-eyed glances over his shoulder. Where are you looking? My eyes are up here he was telling him. They both knew what Mark would be looking at while the shorter boy had his back turned.
The tape was set to play from the beginning. Mark tapped on his thigh to invite Cesar back into his lap, turning him around to face away from him and toward the TV, earning him the tiniest, cutest little pout; he wanted to curl up and cuddle into Mark, and how could he be unsympathetic to that precious face? He’d give Cesar whatever it took to keep him happy. So when he pulled him into his lap, back to chest, he shifted their bodies around until their heads were as much beside each other as he could get them. Even if it wasn’t because of Cesar being fussy, it was better this way for both of them. Though he seemed to believe he was a smaller guy, Cesar very much wasn’t; not even two inches shorter than Mark, and while he wasn’t big or muscular he certainly wasn’t a scrawny twig. Just as a large dog might think itself a dainty lap dog, Cesar had the same mental image of himself. He was big and heavy enough that Mark’s legs would quake under the strain whenever Cesar would throw himself into the brunette’s arms to be held and dramatically carried off into the bedroom. Getting up the stairs like that was out of the question, much to Cesar’s disappointment.
A little bit of lube was all he needed to get himself in. The boy was practiced by now, gritting his teeth at the initial stretch but still almost completely relaxed as he was seated into Mark’s lap. His face loosened with a relieved sigh when he felt that he was settled comfortably on top of Mark’s legs.
“There. Now stay still and keep me warm, okay?”
“Mmm,” he whined with a nod, pressing his warm body, gradually getting warmer, against Mark’s. Already he was fidgeting, and had to be held still. To think that this was already too much for him… oh, what a fun time this would be. It would take all of Mark’s self-control, but it was a skill he was eager to hone. It took patience to play with Cesar’s body like this. It would be worth it.
How fun it was to watch him squirm with need throughout the movie. “Quiet down, I’m trying to watch,” he’d scold him, wrapping his arms around the boy’s waist to keep him from moving even a single inch. There would be no more relief for him until either he blew or Mark snapped.
“Since when do you care about this movie?”
“Since now,” he said, with fake sincerity. “This time I really want to pay attention to it.”
That wasn’t a lie. Mostly. Any movie would suddenly become much more interesting to watch if he had Cesar on the verge of crying tears of desperation in his lap. He would do this more often, if his sweetheart would let him. Not to mention it helped keep his mind off how badly he wanted to pick Cesar up off the couch, take him to the floor and rail him until he’s screaming. When he had plans, he didn’t like to deviate from them. And he would make sure to reward Cesar handsomely for putting up with him.
About an hour and a half into the movie that was now nearly over, Cesar looked like he couldn’t endure it anymore. Whimpering like a dog, sniffling, biting his lip, he held tight onto Mark’s wrists, the brunette’s hands gently stroking the insides of his thighs. The towel turned out to be useful. Cesar’s cock was leaking and dripping down onto and between his thighs.
“Mark… Mark, please…”
“It’s almost over. Relax.”
“Touch me…”
He knew it wasn’t what he meant, but Mark let his hands wander across Cesar’s thighs, then up his body and chest, then back down again. He loved touching those perfect legs of his, beautifully sensitive and perfectly toned in both skin and muscle. Then he let his hot breath hit Cesar’s ear, sending shivers down his spine and a violent shudder ripping through his whole body.
“Stop being so dramatic. I’m still trying to watch this. You know I always fall asleep at the end, so I’ve never seen it.”
A few minutes later and when he least expected it, he felt a series of weak squeezes around his dick and heard a long, strangled whine from the boy in his lap. Looking down he saw cum dribbling out from Cesar’s cock in what looked like an underwhelming orgasm. But that didn’t change the fact that he really did cum just from sitting on Mark’s dick.
“Oh. Oh, damn. I didn’t expect you to actually get off from that.”
Cesar gave him a lazy smile. “I told you I could do it.”
“You did. What a cute little slut you are,” Mark purred against his neck. “But it didn’t look very satisfying. Tell me what you want to do next. It can be anything, I promise.”
“Anything?”
“Of course.”
Cesar was quiet for a moment. Tracing his finger over Mark’s chest, he muttered against the side of his face. “Then… Could you go wash up for me?”
By “wash up”, Mark knew he meant to go clean his dick, which implied that in some way or another their next activities would involve his cock in Cesar’s mouth. He wasn’t sure why Cesar would want to do that if he was being given the choice to do anything he wanted to get off, but what mattered now was that he put Cesar in charge of their next activities and he was very clear with what he wanted Mark to do. Besides, he wasn’t going to turn down a blowjob if that’s what he was offering.
“Sure. Want to go upstairs?”
He playfully pinched Mark’s cheek, kissed his forehead and stood up, wobbling on unsteady legs toward the stairs. “I’ll be waiting.”
“Not for long. I’ll make it quick.”
“I know you will.”
