Cesar caught the edge of a CD case just before it slipped out of the bend of his arm. He struggled to lock the car door and instead opted to leave it unlocked. He'd only be away for a second and Mark lived in the middle of nowhere. From there he maintained his balancing act just fine until he got to Mark's front door, where he fumbled with his mess of keys in one hand until he found Mark's house key while a mountain of textbooks, CDs, and notebooks were cradled precariously in the other arm, the consequence of asking to borrow all of Mark's stuff without ever returning it. He found the house key, labeled with an "M" in smudged black sharpie. He flinched as the same CD fell from the top of the stack while he unlocked the door, hitting the ground with a sharp smack. He prayed that it didn't break in half on impact. That would be just his luck.
"Mark! I'm coming in!" he called out through the door, kneeling carefully to grab the CD and shouldering his way in. He closed it behind him with his foot and set things down on the first table he passed and peeked around the corner into the kitchen. There was no response from Mark and he was nowhere to be seen. Normally be heating up some leftovers for lunch right about now.
That's weird for him, Cesar thought as he backtracked to where he was and opened up the CD case. To his relief, it seemed fine. His mind quickly went back to Mark.
He could have been taking a nap. Cesar worked his way up to the upstairs bedroom, keeping quiet just in case he really was asleep. It wouldn't be a big deal if he was, but… well, something told him it would be best to at least check on him. He was expecting to find Mark upstairs in his room, either sleeping or listening to some music with headphones on, and he would just leave his things where they were and go.
The door was cracked open. Cesar gently pushed it open, just enough to peek inside.
What he saw next was not even close to what he expected.
His eyes widened at the sight of Mark on his bed. Not asleep, but rolling his bare hips against a pillow. Cesar… really wished some of it could have been left to the imagination, but everything was in plain sight. Mark wore nothing but a plain black shirt, and Cesar caught an unfortunate glimpse of his best friend's cock dragging back and forth over the fabric, leaving a wet trail in its wake. There was a faraway look in his eyes as he stared down at the bundle of pillows like he was making love to it. Cesar reeled back a bit, his nose scrunching in disgust.
Well, he did come in unannounced… This was Mark's house, he could do whatever he wanted in it. It wasn't like Mark's the only guy who jacks off. Cesar just wished he didn't have to see it. He turned to leave and give Mark his privacy when he heard a moan that made him shudder uncomfortably… and then what sounded like his name. Cesar stopped in his tracks and peeked back into the room. He was certain he didn't hear what he thought he did, but he had to make sure.
"Ohhh, Cesar…" moaned Mark, mouth slightly agape, rubbing himself against the pillow with pink cheeks. A much more uncomfortable heat rushed to Cesar's face.
Was he jerking off while thinking of him?!
He stood there in disbelief, frozen, watching and listening to Mark hump his pillow while wistfully calling out his name. And he realized, with horror, that all the blood in his body was rushing to his dick. He couldn't tear his eyes away now that he knew who his friend was fantasizing about.
He was getting hard before he even had a chance to process that Mark was attracted to men—Cesar, specifically—let alone the fact that he was turned on by that. Cesar palmed himself through his pants. What was he supposed to do now? How would he ever go back to viewing Mark as his best friend and nothing more?
After a long grind against his pillow, Mark's back arched and he let out a low, long moan. Cesar bit his cheek to stifle a moan of his own and dropped to his knees. He couldn't take it. He needed relief now. There was the strong urge to barge in there and give Mark everything he wanted, but he couldn't. Not now. Cesar loosened his belt enough to shove his hand into the tight confines of his pants. Not the greatest position, but he'd have to make it work for now. With one hand against the wall holding himself steady, he started stroking himself off in his slacks.
The sight in front of him was so… pathetic. But there was something about watching Mark grind his dick into his pillow with that delirious look in his eyes like he was off somewhere far away, in another world where he knows Cesar wants him. There was something about the way he sighed Cesar's name, how he begged for Cesar to let him have more. The more he watched, the more he realized that he would let Mark have it if he asked.
Or even the possibility of Cesar making the first move. He ran away with the fantasy of it. The thought of being beneath that big sweetheart. Taunting and teasing him. "Yes, you can have some more… No, actually, slow down a little bit. Of course, go ahead. Well, actually…"
…All to hear him huff and whine and beg for more. Those feelings should have left him scared and confused, and surely later they would, but he thought about how cute Mark would be in his reactions to Cesar putting the moves on him.
Toying with him could be fun.
He just had to finish and get out of there without being noticed.
Cesar chewed his lip at the sight of Mark leaning forward until his forehead pressed into the mattress, pumping his hips forward with desperate ferocity, gasping and sighing in relief. Whatever vision of Cesar he was having right now, he must have granted him permission to do as he pleased. Cesar had to admit that would be out of character for him, but he'd love to have that big whimpering puppy on top of him and bucking into him like his life depended on it, so much that the urge to abandon the plan and rush into the room to offer up his body was overwhelming. He picked up the pace as much as he could with his hand crammed into such a tight space. His weeping cock made a mess of his hand and underwear.
Come on, come on, just a little more…
A sudden lewd whine from Mark signaled that he was at his peak, his body shaking and trembling through a vicious orgasm that Cesar's body instantly mirrored. Cesar bit down hard on his lip to keep from crying out as he spilled into his hand and pants.
There was a moment of panic where he realized he'd allowed himself to drift off to nowhere for a moment too long, but was relieved to see that Mark had fallen into a sweaty heap into the mound of pillows.
Have fun cleaning up that mess, he thought snidely to himself as he wiped his hand on the inside of his pants. Even though I have a mess of my own to go clean up. Damn it, what's wrong with me? Why did I do that?
Mark was mostly unresponsive. The gentle rise and fall of his back as he breathed and a muffled groan were the only signs that he was still alive. Now would be a good time to peel out, he realized. If Mark found out he was here… the thought made him shudder. He wouldn't know how to explain what he just did. Hell, he couldn't even explain it to himself.
Introspection and soul-searching would have to wait. He stood slowly, backing away while feeling the wall behind him for the handrail, embarrassing visions flashing in his head of getting caught because his dumb ass fell down the stairs. "I'm sorry for peeping on you and falling down the stairs, I totally wasn't jerking off, I swear!"
Thankfully, his hand managed to find the rail before his feet found the stairs.
Once back in his car, he leaned back in his seat and took a deep breath as he turned the key in the ignition. There was a chance that Mark would hear his car in the driveway and ask him about it later, but he'd cross that bridge when he got to it.