My longest running fic! I've been working on this one since October 2022, and while everything about it has been experimental on my part, it's been well-received by the community and I couldn't be happier that so many other people have enjoyed it. Cesmark is a ship I got into partially as a joke, but that's... yeah it's not a joke anymore. I'm dead serious about these two now.
The main recurring theme: Choosing to stay closeted. There's a lot of personal venting that edged its way into this one, whether I intended for it to or not. Mark and Cesar make the choice to stay in the closet for as long as they can, but the fear of being discovered puts them both on edge during normal everyday interactions with other people. But for the most part, it's about two boys heavily experimenting with their sexuality in ways that demand unmatched trust from each other and turning it into a game to uncover each other's kinks and fetishes in the (mostly) safe confines of Mark's bedroom. And some other places. Some of which aren't so safe, but hey, sometimes you get caught up in the moment!
Ooooof. This one. I don't have a lot of words about this one. What do you get when you combine Cesmark and Heathcliffcest, stir it with an industrial mixer, jackhammer it for good measure, and throw that shit into an oven heated by Betelgeuse itself? Whatever the fuck this fic is. Not everything needs to exist but I do it anyway.
The original, the myth, the legend: Probably the top fic out of those that were originally part of the "TMC Smut Oneshot Hellhole". Had a lot of requests to continue this one, and the finale will be coming (eventually) to cap off the Jonah/Sarah with some Jonah/Adam and Adam/Sarah. Yup, we're going threesome mode on this bitch!
This is all the info you get on this one. Suffer more.
