Chapter 29: April 28th, 1992
“Cesar, wait! Where the hell are you taking me this time?!”
The sound of their footsteps pounding down the empty hallway made Mark unsure if Cesar could hear him. If he did, then he was ignoring him. It didn’t matter; Mark already knew what this crazy lunatic of a man was up to, and he wasn’t inclined to stop him. There was nothing preventing him from putting his foot down. If not for where they were, Cesar would have been dragging Mark helplessly along behind him, but they knew better than to do that here. Nothing was stopping him from just not following Cesar. Everything that happened next, he would be equally responsible for. Part of him was hoping that being questioned about it would make them both reconsider their life choices.
Unfortunately, there was no such thing as convincing Cesar of anything once he already made up his mind.
When Cesar shot out of his seat in the middle of class and announced to the teacher that Mark “felt like shit” and that he needed to help him get to the nurse or he’ll “faint and crack his head open on the floor”, Mark knew he had to play along unless he wanted to answer some hard questions.
The worst part of it was that Mark couldn’t even tell if Cesar’s acting was shit, or if the theater kids were really starting to get to him. The delivery made him cringe, yet nobody else batted an eye, except when Cesar nearly flipped his desk over. Was that part of the act, or was Cesar that excited over getting another round during the week? Hard to tell.
Perhaps that wasn’t the worst part. The actual worst part was how that wasn’t the whole reason why he chose to play along with the act. He could certainly lie to himself and say that it was, but it wasn’t. The truth, which Cesar knew very well, was that Mark wanted it. Fantasized every day about these things happening. Wished for it. Mark spent the entire class that day casting hungry glances at Cesar when nobody else was paying attention. The smell of his cologne by itself was getting Mark all revved up, and God, he swore the man wore more of the stuff on purpose that day. Granted he much preferred Cesar’s natural bodily musk, but unless he wanted to radiate straight-up man stink in public, that wasn’t an option, nor would such a prim and proper boy ever consider doing such a thing. But his cologne would still do the job, and suffocating one or two people with it was the more “socially acceptable” option. It sparked a silent conversation between them that only they could pick up on. A few sideways glances, the involuntary flaring of the nostrils, Mark white-knuckling the pencil in his hand so hard it cracked and threatened to snap in half. Once it was all too much, Cesar abused his charm to get himself and Mark out of that room together.
Fast forward to now.
There were cameras in the hallway. With nobody to man them. Shitty school district, shitty school. They’d rather let some kid get stabbed than spend a few extra bucks a month on proper security. That sucked and all, but it worked out in their favor now. Mark silently saluted the inevitable stabbing victim taking one for the team so he could get it on without it ruining his life. They made a sharp turn left in the boys’ bathroom. Cesar grabbed him by the arm and pulled him inside. Nobody was there, and Cesar checked each stall. All empty. No witnesses.
Lips crashed together, tongues forcing their way between teeth. If anyone walked in now, they would be so, so unbelievably fucked. They needed to get out of sight. Mark, mid-kiss and not stopping for God or anyone else, shoved Cesar into one of the stalls and locked the door. The rising heat became unbearable, made worse by the ragged panting and moaning with no place for their hot breath to go, busy hands clutching fistfuls of each other’s shirts. Their bodies were forced together in the tiny space not meant for two people, leaving them painfully aware of their mutual throbbing ache.
“God, I can feel you,” Cesar whispered against Mark’s neck. “I can feel you, big boy. Need you so fucking bad.” He groped Mark through the front of his shorts. Mark kept his lips locked with Cesar’s as he fumbled with his belt until it fell open and hung loose around his hips, letting Cesar’s hand invade and stroke him with his open palm. The door shook with a loud rattle as Mark spun them around and shoved Cesar’s back against it.
“Mark!” he wheezed.
Mark opened his eyes. “Too much?”
“Oh, no. I love when you get rough with me.” Cesar choked out, threading his fingers through Mark’s hair while the other arm was sandwiched awkwardly between their bodies, the hand in his pants teasingly stroking his cock. Mark’s hips pressed into his hand, searching for more friction. “But I thought you said you didn’t want to do this at school again.”
“Yeah, I thought so, too. Oh well.”
He smiled softly and took his hand out of Mark’s pants. Slowly, Cesar pushed him back again. “Down boy,” he said with a dark chuckle, giving him a nudge for him to sit down. Mark grumbled in protest about sitting on a filthy public toilet, but he gave in. Cesar pulled Mark’s pants down only enough to expose his cock.
“Cesar, wait. I don’t think making a mess in here is a good idea. If I cum in you, we’ll never get you cleaned out in time.”
“Got it covered.”
He lifted his leg to take off his shoe. From the bottom of his shoe, he pulled out a condom. Mark stared at him in bewilderment.
“They checked lockers and bags. They didn’t check shoes.”
“Okay, but…” he looked at the condom and scoffed. Of course he went and bought the large size… “I think you’re being a little too flattering.”
With an exasperated sigh Cesar tore open the foil wrapper and rolled the condom down onto Mark’s dick for him. A perfect fit. Mark blushed and looked away. “Fine, you win. We don’t have any lube, though.”
Mark feared what Cesar would do next. And it turned out he had good reason to be afraid, because he apparently had that covered too. After putting his shoe back on he reached into his jacket and revealed a small slit cut into one of the sides. He reached all the way down into the very bottom and pulled out another one of his travel-sized bottles of lube.
“You’re evil.”
“I know,” said Cesar, smugly grinning from ear to ear. Kneeling down, he filled up his palm with lube and tucked the almost-empty bottle back into his jacket. The fingers of his dry hand splayed out at the base of Mark’s shaft, teasing it between his middle and ring finger, and applied the lube in long twisting motions with his other hand. Mark threw his head back and sucked in sharply to keep himself from moaning out loud.
“Big and so sensitive. Can you blame me for not being able to wait to play with you?”
“We can save the ‘play’ part for the weekend. This needs to be a quickie. I don’t want anyone walking in on us.”
He slicked up Mark’s dick with a generous handful of the cold lotion, unbuckled his own belt and pulled down his pants, and turned to face away from Mark before slowly seating himself all the way down to the base. Mark watched his cock get swallowed up and let out a low groan at the sight. Keeping his voice down took everything he had. If someone walked in now… well, they were probably fucked either way, but they would have a better chance of going unnoticed if they didn’t make so much noise.
It’s an awkward position, but Cesar gets a steady, albeit slow, rhythm going. He has to base himself with one hand reaching back for Mark and the other against the side of the stall. It’s surprising to Mark to see how good Cesar was at keeping quiet when it mattered. The man had always been a screamer. If Mark wanted him quiet, he usually needed to be gagged. Then again, unlike their session in the shower, this was a little too dirty for their liking, and wouldn’t have been their first choice if they had another option. After touching and handling doors and the walls, the thought of putting his fingers in Cesar’s mouth didn’t sound so great. He didn’t even want to think about how disgusting the toilet seat he was sitting on had to be.
Cesar’s face flushed a pretty red from pleasure and effort. His eyes were closed and his mouth hung slightly open. Mark had never seen him so focused on anything in his life. Between trying to keep the noises to a minimum while riding him with his pants still on his legs, it must have been a lot of work.
That wasn’t fair, Mark decided. It was his own vicious hormones that got them in this situation, and yet here was Cesar, doing all the work. He clutched Cesar’s waist and started to help raise and lower his body, pumping his hips up into him as much as the uncomfortable position would allow. A quiet whimper escaped Cesar’s throat where there normally would have been a scream.
“You’re doing amazing, Ces. This looks so hard for you.”
Cesar seated himself all the way and grinded down on his cock for a few seconds, making Mark groan through gritted teeth, before going back to struggling to bounce on him. “I do it all for you. Plus, you’re really good at getting me motivated.”
“Motivated? Is that what we’re calling it? Motivated?”
Cesar laughed and hummed happily behind closed lips.
“I’ll show you motivated,” Mark said with a sneer, and quickly stood up, taking Cesar with him. He slammed him hard against the door. The metal lock and hinges clanged and shook loudly, especially once Mark found his leverage and started thrusting into him at full throttle. They both stopped as soon as they realized they were starting to make a huge racket. Every violent slam into Cesar also slammed his body into the noisy door, making a noise not unlike someone punching their locker over and over again. Someone walking down the call could easily be able to hear them.
“Mark, wait—”
“It’s alright, hang on,” he said, pulling Cesar away from the door. He spun them around to press him against the wall instead. It still shook against their combined weight, but without the metal hinges was much quieter, and the two eased back into their regular pace.
“Ffffuck yeah, Mark, fuck me, fuck me…” Cesar sobbed quietly, tilting his head to the side and gasping with each little movement, every little bump and grind against his insides making his back arch. Mark pulled down the back of his shirt a little, just enough to leave kisses at the base of his neck. Kisses turned into bites, and he sucked on the skin until small patches of black and blue decorated Cesar’s upper back.
He raised his head and breathed heavily against his ear. “Wish I could leave little blue badges all over you.”
Cesar shuddered, and Mark smiled against his ear as he felt around and gripped the earlobe between his teeth.
“You better do that to me as soon as I graduate.”
“If that’s what you want, then I will. I promise.”
Cesar folded his arm in front of him and clenched his sleeve in his teeth, muffling more of the desperate screams that fell out of him. Somewhere in there, Mark could make out words that sounded like whining of how he was about to cum. Mark grabbed a wad of toilet paper from the dispenser and stuffed it into Cesar’s free hand.
“Don’t leave any evidence.”
Cesar took it and held it over his leaking dick. His moans went up in pitch, pitiful little grunts with each snap of Mark’s hips.
“Shit, Ces… I feel you tightening up on me, holy shit…”
Mark buried his face in Cesar’s hair when he felt him squeeze tighter and start to spasm around him, and for the first time in what felt like forever, reached his orgasm alongside him. In a strained and hushed voice Cesar was crying out his name, and as they finished he only wished they were back in his house, in his bed, so he could take the time to properly comfort and cuddle with him on his return trip back down to Earth. All he could do was tenderly kiss the back of his neck and run his hand over his hair.
“We gotta go now, Ces.”
Mark took the soiled tissue and dropped it into the toilet. The automatic flush took care of the rest. Carefully he pulled himself out of Cesar and helped him with his pants, pulling them up and helping him get his belt back in order. As he went to do the same for himself, Cesar whirled around on his heels and kissed him again. This time not with tongue; a long, firm kiss on the lips that he held for a few moments, reluctant to let it be over.
“Sorry,” he said, dejected, returning the favor and helping Mark with his pants. “I know we’re running out of time.”
With a smile, Mark leaned in for more. Surely a few extra seconds couldn’t hurt.
He pulled off the filled condom and tied it shut. “Don’t ever apologize for something like that.”
“You’re such a sweetheart, Mark. Have I ever told you that?”
Mark looked around nervously for a moment, glancing between the toilet and the door, then back at the toilet. Cesar’s loving expression changed when Mark threw the used condom into the toilet.
“Nevermind, I take it back. Really? ”
“What?”
“You’re really going to do that?”
“I don’t—”
“You don’t flush those, Mark.”
“I’m not going to leave it in the trash for anyone to find.”
“Who the fuck would be digging through the trash in here?”
“Who knows? I mean, there is that one kid in gym class that we’re both pretty sure is on heroin.”
“What does the heroin kid have to do with this?”
Mark reached for the manual flush at the same time as Cesar reached to stop him. While they fought over it and pushed each other around, the automatic flush sent it down anyway.
“What if it like, I don’t know, clogs the toilet?”
“It’s only one time. And even if it did, that just means maybe they’ll have to spend some money on this place for once. I’m getting sprayed with nasty-ass toilet water every time this thing flushes, they need to fix it anyway.”
Cesar rolled his eyes and threw open the stall door. “Sure is a good thing we don’t usually use condoms. Your pipes would be fucked.”
“I wouldn’t flush them at home!”
“Whatever you say, condom-flusher.”
Mark stomped after Cesar as he left the stall. “Oh my fucking God, come on!”
“Yeah, yeah. Get over here you absolute mess of a man,” he purred, pulling Mark over to the sink. Turning on the faucet and standing at his side, he splashed some water onto his face, and Mark did the same, washing his red and sweaty face. “Hold on, your hair’s messier than usual,” he continued. He pulled out a small comb from the same cut in his jacket where he kept the rest of the contraband goods. Mark turned and leaned forward slightly, enjoying the attention as Cesar fixed his hair.
“You done? Let me see that,” he said, and took the comb and did the same for Cesar. “Can’t have you looking like you just came out of a whorehouse with that hair.”
He was thankful that nobody walked in on them at that particular moment. Not with Cesar genuinely enjoying all the special attention he was getting. Hell, it looked as though he loved being pampered like this more than the sex itself! Mark only hoped that he could do Cesar’s hair as well as he could do it for himself. Soon it was clear that it wasn’t that difficult; once all the knots were worked out, his hair was back to how it looked before. Suddenly Mark found himself the tiniest bit jealous of how he looked as good as he did with such little effort.
Once they were finished straightening up, they walked toward the door.
“So… tomorrow?” Cesar asked.
“No.”
“Suit yourself.”
“Whatever. We need to move. The bell’s about to ring any second.”
He peeked out from behind the door. Nobody nearby, nobody waiting to catch them red-handed and expose them to everyone they knew, to his relief. He leaned out some more and craned his neck around the corner. They left the bathroom, holding the door as it closed so it was shut quietly, and made their way down the hallway. They would have to split at the first fork.
“Try to behave from now on. We might not be so lucky next time.”
“So you do want there to be a next time.”
“ If. If there’s a next time. Which there needs to not be. Really, Ces, this is a bad idea. The more we do this, the higher the chances of us getting caught.”
“Okay, Mark. You don’t know how hard that is on me, but you’re right.”
The two parted with a curt nod right as the bell rang. The crowds spilled out of the classrooms, filling the halls with foot traffic, and once again they were separated by the real world.
