Crisco is for Sissies[M]

[TruthSayer]

Raa was amazingly close to pouting. "You can tell her to get away from me with that damn needle!" he hissed, tugging himself closer to Marcus with one arm around his waist as he glared at the nurse, who looked caught between frustration, laughing, and keeping her professional demeanor.

"Raa, you have a pretty impressive tattoo on your back," Yvonne said slowly, gloved finger tapping the tray beside her that held the syringe, clear liquid pain killer already drawn and waiting to go. "That took needles, darlin'."

"Tiny needles! Microscopic needles that I didn't see!" Raa griped back, looking to Marcus for support.

"You won't see this one, either," Yvonne said consolingly, despite the wicked little gleam in her eye. "It's going in your butt."

Raa looked ready to faint, or bolt, he wasn't sure which.

"It'll help with the pain, especially when they set your arm," Yvonne continued, very wisely stepping in front of the door. "Your boyfriend can hold your hand."

"My boyfriend can get me the hell out of here," Raa returned matter-of-factly, accidentally putting weight on his right arm when he moved to get out of bed. He went instantly pale, curling on his side as tears smarted in his eyes, groaning quietly.

[Tammika]

Marcus looked back and forth between Raa and the nurse, watching the battle of wills with a mixture of amusement and concern. Marcus felt guilty. He didn't know whether to cuddle him more and bury his face in his hair or smack him in the head and tell him to man up.
Raa's left hand already gripped Marcus's tight so when he tried to get up Marcus could almost feel the jolt of pain race throughout his arm. "Jeez Raa! Don't do that!" Quickly changed into, "Ohmygod baby!" His arms scrambled to run along Raa's back, gently rubbing up and down and placing little kisses on the side of his head.

[TruthSayer]

Yvonne pulled a breath through her teeth, wincing and jumping forward to run gentle fingers along Raa's arm, her other hand going to cup Raa's forehead soothingly. "Now would you please let me give you a pain ki-"

The curtain swung aside, admitting the orthopedic doctor, two more nurses, and a contraption on a cart that looked frighteningly like a row of four metal Chinese finger traps dangling from a crossbar, several different sized weights with hooks on them sat on the tray beneath the finger traps along with a cloth cuff that looked like a blood pressure cuff with a metal bar through it, an O-ring dangling from a slit in the cloth along the metal bar.

To Raa, it looked like some medieval torture equipment, and Raa's eyes widened when they landed on it. A million thoughts ran through his head, each one chased by another just as terrified, the most prominent of which being that if the people whose noses he broke had to go through this, he was never hitting them in the face again.

The doctor didn't smile at Raa or Marcus, did nothing to acknowledge them other than to offer a small nod in their general direction, and went to work setting the contraption up. Raa didn't remember much of what happened after the man took his arm and pulled it out at a 90 degree angle from his body, slipping his fingers into the finger traps and the cloth cuff around his upper arm. He remembered intense pain when the weights were added, his back bowing off the bed as he struggled against the restraining hands of the nurses, Aban and Kendall suddenly there, putting their bodies over his own to hold him down, Kendall and, amazingly Aban, cursing out the doctor every step of the way, but it was hazy through a thick fog of such intense agony that by the time the doctor stepped back and released his arm, his right arm tight in a brace that would soon be replaced by a cast, his voice was hoarse, his throat hurt, and the sides of his head were soaked with tears.

And still, the doctor didn't say one word, though the nurses cooed and petted him, trying to sooth him.

Raa groaned, a hitching little sob catching in his throat as he turned on his side and curled into himself, left hand tightly fisted in the front of Marcus' shirt as he buried his face in it.

[Tammika]

It tore at Marcus' heart to see Raa thrash so violently only to be held down by so many people he lost count. He knew it was needed but he couldn't bring himself to pin Raa down as they did opting to lean in on one tiny corner of the bed with a hand on his cheek, getting squashed as Raa tossed his head back and forth.

When the torture was done Marcus all but shoved the nurse out of the way and smacked away the other nurses hand snatching the cloth she used to wipe away the sweat on Raa's brow. He wiped Raa's face and let him grip his shirt pulling him closer gently as possible. Forgetting about everyone else he spoke softly, lips brushing his cheek occasionally kissing his temple. "Shh, I'm right here, love. I'm right here Raa." Each and every heave of Raa's chest as he cried was like knives in Marcus' chest, his own tears mixed with his as he leaned Raa's head close to him.

[TruthSayer]

As soon as the doctor had that contraption away from Raa, Kendall grabbed the man by the back of his white coat and hauled him outside, Aban giving one look to Marcus and Raa before following. The nurses listened to what was being said without actively looking like they were eavesdropping as they cleared away the equipment, hearing muffled curses and threats in perfect English and an absolute tirade in fast flowing Arabic that almost completely drown out the language they actually understood. The women exchanged glances, glee in their eyes that the doctor was getting thoroughly reamed in two languages, and all but Yvonne left, glancing over their shoulders when they reached the hallway to see Aban and Kendall both red-faced, short little Aban with a finger poking harshly into the tall doctor's chest as he bent the man backward over a counter, spitting Arabic, Kendall standing behind his lover with his arms crossed and a look of sheer pride on his face.

Raa groaned when Yvonne touched his back, telling him and Marcus in a soft, kind voice that when Raa was ready, she would take him to the casting department, and Raa could go home. The thought of getting out of the emergency room was enough to make Raa move when all he really wanted to do was lay there and die. He sat up and climbed off the table slowly, moving like an old man as he curled protectively over his arm, and sat in the wheelchair, scrubbing his good hand over his face to rid himself of tears before he reached out and grabbed Marcus around the waist, pulling him onto his lap. He buried his face into his side, good arm tight over his back, bad arm propped awkwardly on his lap, and didn't move from that spot until he was safely outside the ER and Kendall was pulling the car around. He didn't acknowledge the kind smiling man who casted his arm, shrugging when he asked what color Raa wanted, and ignored Yvonne when she apologized for the doctor, put a Transformers sticker on his cast just above his crooked elbow, and wheeled him outside.

When Kendall pulled Aban's SUV around, Raa got in and put his head in Marcus' lap, closing his eyes, trying to find a comfortable position for his arm, the pure black cast that reached from the middle of his fingers to half way up his upper arm stiff and awkward and itchy, though the gut-wrenching ache that had permeated his being since he'd gone down during the game had faded to a minor annoyance as soon as the it was put on.

Aban turned in the passenger seat, leaning onto the center console so he could see Marcus, and smiled thankfully at him, large brown eyes tired. "I wish to thank you, Marcus," he whispered, one look at Raa's face telling him he had fallen asleep. "My honored nephew is full of luck to have you in his life."

"Seriously," Kendall muttered from the driver's seat, glancing at Marcus in the rear view. "You have no idea how much you've done for him, and we're both thankful that you were there for him tonight. Would have been a goddamn mess if you hadn't been keeping him calm."

"Wan see Sam," Raa muttered from Marcus' lap, not really awake as he frowned lightly. "Made 'er cry."

[Tammika]

Marcus glanced back and forth between the two and then down at the beautiful face of his boyfriend mumbling in his sleep. His fingers combed through his hair mindlessly, wanting badly to feel connected to him, though he was already laying in his lap. "I felt totally useless. All I did was stand there beside him and get mugged by a doctor." The word doctor came out of his mouth like it left a bad taste. "Raa is amazing. An absolute wonder. Going through all that... I would have passed out." He had come close just being a witness to it all. None of it made him feel any better about hospitals and his faith in doctor that had been hanging by a thread burned away in minutes.

"Shhh. You can talk to Sam tomorrow. I'll tell her you are okay." The words he whispered into Raa's ear were for him too. In his head he kept repeating to himself that Raa would heal and be just fine soon. He could barely handle his own pain, seeing it in Raa's face even in his sleep was torturous. He knew it was restless half sleep murmuring but he spoke in soothing tones to him anyway. Telling him how much he loved him and would be here for him. Eventually he forgot he was talking to Aban and Kendall and fell asleep himself, just as the truck pulled up to Raa's house.

[TruthSayer]

"These two seriously need to learn their own self-worth," Kendall muttered when he pulled into the driveway, putting the SUV into park.

Aban didn't have to nod for Kendall to know he agreed with him. "One of us must take Raa's car," he said, leaning back in his seat. "He cannot do stick."

Kendall put his head on the steering wheel, groaning. "Why do I get the feeling that he's going to be taking my car? I say we get him a rental. I'll pay for full coverage."

Aban sighed, closing his eyes. "He is to take mine. I will ride bus."

Kendall peaked at him, turning his head to the side. "Why wouldn't you take Raa's?"

"I cannot drive stick," Aban said, shrugging, and unbuckled his seat belt, opening the door. He had one foot on the ground before Kendall stopped him with a hand on his arm.

"Forgot about that. No," he said, though it sounded remarkably like a whine; he looked like he was pouting, too. "I'll let him use my car. But one scratch on my baby and I'll-"

"You are good man," Aban whispered, smiling at him, and climbed out. He closed the door as quietly as possible, moving around to open up Raa's, gently pulling his nephew out, trying hard not to wake Marcus as he did so. Raa was grumbling, grouchy, and still half asleep as Aban led him inside, leaning on Aban so heavily that the man nearly couldn't walk, but he managed to get Raa inside and down the hall to his room without falling over.

He laid Raa down on his bed just as the headlights of his SUV shined through the slats of Raa's window as Kendall drove Marcus home, and slipped the hospital gown off Raa, leaving the black football pants on, and pulled off his cleats. He got a blanket from the hallway closet, covered Raa, and spent a long moment running his fingers through his nephew's hair before he went to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee; it was nearly 1am, but Aban had the feeling that both Kendall and himself would not be getting much sleep tonight.

[Tammika]

Marcus was livid when he woke up to his dad nudging his shoulder and trying to help him out of Kendall's truck. He mumbled and complained about not wanting to leave Raa and worried over Raa waking up and him not being there, but it was all answered with his dad's simple logic of them both needing sleep, a fact he couldn't argue with. A splitting headache was his reward for sprinting and jumping two fences only a week after a concussion, so after some medication from his mom and a hug from Sam He fell into his bed, falling asleep in seconds.

The next morning he woke up dazed and confused. Fully dressed with Sam curled around him, he sat up and checked his desk clock. Ten past eleven and he was still dead tired. Falling back on his bed, he closed his eyes and fell back asleep. About an hour later his phone woke both of them up. The lyrics of Taio Cruz signaling Derricks call. After groping and knocking a few things over Sam handed Marcus his phone. "Yeah?" He listened for a minute then hung up, wiping sleep out of his eyes.

"Sam, Derrick's coming to pick me up. You want to go with us to see Raa?" He was still afraid to drive since the attack. Being so tired all the time was going away slowly, but last night was too much too soon and Derrick knew that. Marcus learned later after both him and Sam rushed to get a shower, grab something to eat and head out to Raa's, that Derrick had been calling since nine o'clock.

**************

Derrick eyed him as he slid into the passenger seat and Sam hopped in the back. "Your hair looks funny."

"I didn't style it."

"Yeah but it's all in your face. You look like an albino vampire."

"Shut-up, Der and drive."

Sam handed him clip and he grinned, remembering how Raa thought it was cute. He slid his hair back and clipped it out of the way.

They pulled up at Raa's and Marcus felt nervous for some unknown reason. "Maybe we should have called?" Sam piped up. "What if he's sleeping?"

"Then Derrick will take you to get ice cream and I'll stay here."

Marcus rang the bell.

[TruthSayer]

Raa threw his sketchbook across the room so hard he punched a hole through the corner of the Metallica poster hanging over his dresser. The 8x10 leather-bound book landed on his laptop's keyboard with a plop, the screen popping to life asking him for a password he had no intention of imputing.

It... had not been a good morning, so much so that Kendall and Aban had decided to steer well clear of his open door. He'd not been happy to wake up to dawn streaming into his eyes through the slats on his window and no Marcus. He'd not been happy to wake up to an abominable itch beneath the cast that not even a butter knife could reach, and he'd not been happy when Aban had told him to stop using the good cutlery trying to scratch it. Taking a shower that morning sucked, and the black trash bag his uncle had tied over his arm to keep the cast dry hadn't helped him get clean; he'd nearly fallen over twice trying to scrub his feet. He wasn't able to wear his customary jeans because he couldn't manage the snap and zipper by himself and he refused to ask Aban or Kendall for help with that, being forced to don a pair of Kendall's old navy blue track pants that made him look like he had no ass and were four inches too long in the inseam because his own were in the laundry.

"Then do the fucking laundry!" Kendall had snapped at him after thirty minutes of listening to him complain, to which Raa really wanted to reply by flipping him off, but he didn't want to deal with a broken finger, too.

Coach had called this morning to ask him how he was and to remind him that even though he was injured and unable to play, he was still a member of the team and expected dressed out at every game, and the jersey the hospital had had to cut off of him was school property and Raa and his family were expected to pay the $150 to have it replaced, even though it had Raa's name on it and would have been given to him at the end of the season as part of the pre-graduation ritual. Raa had promptly told the old man to fuck off, and hung up on him.

He didn't even pick up Julian's call, nor answered the texts half the team sent him.

And he'd not called Marcus, either, because it was late when Kendall got him home, and Raa didn't want to chance waking him up, and texting was a bitch with his left hand despite the fact that Raa used T9 Word; the fingers of his right hand were so swollen he could hardly bend his thumb, and the stupid little Transformer's sticker the nurse had stuck onto his cast as he left the hospital left strips of flaky white stark against the dark black of the cast when he'd tried peeling it off, and Raa hated it. Who the hell decided on black anyway? Certainly not him.

Raa wanted Marcus. He wanted to be able to draw a goddamn straight line in his sketchbook, wanted to take a shower without a goddamn black trash bag tied to his arm, and wanted to take a goddamn nap! And if that was a Jehovah's Witness at the door they had come to the wrong house, because Raa was going to shove his goddamn cast down their goddamn throats!

He was halfway down the hall when he saw Sam, Marcus, and Derrick in the foyer, Kendall having gotten the door, and walked straight into Marcus, hugging him so hard he nearly knocked them both back into the wall.

"Good," Kendall tossed out over his shoulder as he walked into the study, sounding exasperated, "You deal with him."

[Tammika]

“Oh, jeez.. Raa!” They stumbled backwards and Derrick moved out of the way before the RaaMarcus train wreck crashed into him. Sam just grabbed Raa around his waist as he still held onto Marcus. The jolt made Marcus see stars since he was still fighting a headache, but it felt good to have at least one of Raa’s arms wrapped around him. He turned his face into Raa’s neck and took in his scent, kissing his neck gently. He tangled his fingers in Raa’s hair and just held him.

“Damn, Raa. You act like you missed him or something.” Derrick smiled, glad to see Raa up and around without the look of excruciating pain on his face. Sam backed up and let go wiping tears away with her sleeve and hung back leaning on Derrick waiting for Marcus to peel himself away from Raa. “Maybe we should go get ice cream.”

“But it’s freezing cold, why do you two crazies still like getting ice cream when it’s cold?” All year long both Sam and Marcus made regular trips to get ice cream, whether it was at a shop or just picking up a gallon from the grocery store, they both had an addiction to the stuff.

“Just because it’s cold outside doesn’t make the ice cream taste any less delicious.” Derrick couldn't argue with that so he just shrugged his shoulders. He knew she mainly wanted to ride around just to give Marcus time with Raa. Derrick could tell she was now content just seeing him and confirming he was okay. “Plus, it’s one of the few things I don’t have to give up because of this crap.” She pointed to her braces.

“Point taken, let’s roll.”

[TruthSayer]

Raa tried to reach out automatically with his right hand to pull Sam into the hug, forgetting for one little moment that that arm was almost completely useless as it was, and uttered a frustrated little growl when his movement was brought up short. He hooked the cast around Marcus' waist and reached blindly out with his left, fingers encountering nothing but air, and he lifted his head just enough to allow him to see that he and Marcus were alone, the front door closed against the biting cold.

"Where did...?" Raa wondered, but remembered something about ice cream, and shrugged, just glad that they hadn't asked him to go with them; him in the general population at the moment was a bad idea, despite the fact that having Marcus there had lifted much of the dark cloud that had swirled around him since waking. Now, all that was left of it was thoughts of what he was going to do now that the chances of a football scholarship were out the window, and that he wouldn't be able to sketch until the cast came off in six long weeks, meaning one of his number one outlets of frustration was out of reach. That, and his arm still itched.

He leaned back, smiling suddenly at the sight of another clip holding Marcus' long bangs back from his face, and kissed his nose.

"Let's go to my room," Raa muttered, walking backward, and rolled his eyes expressively at Kendall and Aban's twin shout of, "Keep the door open!" that followed his suggestion from two different ends of the house.

When they reached his room and Raa took a good look at it, he felt his face heat in embarrassment, eyes catching every single little thing that was out of place. He'd not made his bed that morning, and while he'd not slept beneath the covers last night, the comforter Aban had covered him with was balled up at the foot of it and the bedspread beneath was badly rumpled. An open container of colored pencils and markers was laid on the floor next to where he had been sitting, and the clothes he'd stripped out of that morning were in a pile in the corner. It wasn't trashed, but it was messy enough for Raa to feel uncomfortable letting anyone see it that way.

"Sorry about the mess," he said, rubbing the back of his neck, but for once he didn't feel like cleaning it up. He felt like crawling under the covers with Marcus and going to sleep. Or maybe crawling under the covers and popping in a movie turned up just loud enough to not draw attention to how loud it was, but just enough to cover other things they could be doing.

[Tammika]

Marcus tilted his head and raised one eyebrow. "Raa seriously? You've seen my room. It looks like this all the time. Now come on, on the bed, Doctor davenport's orders. You get a massage. I can feel how hard your shoulders are. I broke my arm in the sixth grade, the whole left side of my body was sore for the first week." He kicked off his shoes and flopped on Raa's bed. It took a lot of strength to talk casually while sitting on Raa's bed. Raa's unmade bed with the scent of his body rising up around him. "My mom and dad took turns giving me a massage almost every night. I was such a baby." Smoothing out the blankets he patted the bed for Raa to sit in front of him.

[TruthSayer]

The sight of Marcus on his bed gave Raa mixed feelings about leaving his door open. The first was glad that he and Marcus couldn't really do anything to get them into trouble, and the second was frustrated that he and Marcus couldn't really do anything to get into trouble. The fact was, his muscles were screaming, especially over his right shoulder and neck, and the thought of having fingers pressing into them gave him the same sort of thrill that eating chocolate did. He plopped down in front of Marcus and hung his head.

"How did you break your arm?" he asked, wondering if he should take off the long sleeved black tee shirt he wore, the right sleeve bunched up at the beginning of the cast on his upper arm; he'd not had many massages in his life, mainly when he'd been injured from football and massage therapy had been called in, but they'd always had him take off whatever clothes were obscuring the area they wanted to work.

[Tammika]

A massage was something he could do and he suddenly felt useful to Raa as he started on his neck expertly kneading his flesh with his thumbs and occasionally the heel of his hand. His muscles were tight. It was challenging to work around the shirt but it would be dangerous if he removed it.

Marcus had to give massages for the tennis team so this was both easy and extremely relaxing for him too. He worked his way up and down his shoulder, a few times before he answered him about his arm. "I fell off the garden wall at my aunts house. Thankfully I landed in the mulch, but the height and the shovel stuck in there did the deed." Both hands worked both of Raa's shoulders. Resting his hands some he rubbed softly on Raa's back, leaning his head on him. "I just thought of something. You can't drive for weeks. Are you gonna need me to come get you for school?"

[TruthSayer]

Raa groaned with each pass of Marcus' hands, wincing as tight muscles relaxed, and some he didn't even know he'd injured made themselves known. He leaned his head heavily in his hand, fighting the urge to lean forward over his crossed legs and turn into one big pile of mush.

He winced when Marcus told him about the fall, imaging the shocking pain that must have accompanied it; he didn't even want to think of what Marcus went through when they set it, thinking that if the Chinese finger trap torture chamber was modern, what it must have been like seven years ago. He took Marcus' left hand and brought it around his waist, pressing a kiss to the inside of his wrist.

"Are you okay to drive?" he asked, knowing that Marcus had been leery to do so; he'd given Marcus enough rides in the past week to be concerned. There was no way he was going to ask Marcus to do anything until he was sure Marcus felt up to it. He shifted around until he could see Marcus clearly, and asked, "How are you doing?"

[Tammika]

"Damn, Raa."Marcus giggled. "Does it feel good? The way you keep moaning we might get in trouble for something we aren't even doing." The kiss on his wrist was such a simple thing but it sent chills up his arm. Hell Raa's lips anywhere made him all giddy. Both of his arms slid around him and he held him for a moment, still leaning on his back, and rubbing lazy circles on his chest with his thumbs. Sighing he placed a light kiss on the back of his neck and rose up on his knees to get a better angle on his shoulders. Staying like that was gonna cause him to be a very bad boy.

"This week might be a little too soon but next week for sure. I won't be to worried about it by then. I just get so tired so easily I'm afraid of falling asleep while driving." The past week all he had been doing was sleeping. After school he'd ride home with Raa or Derrick and pass out, only to wake up around ten or so, rush to do any homework and then fall asleep again. "Sam has been sleeping in my room all week. My little worry wart is a bed hog and a pain in the ass, but I don't think I'd sleep as well without her though. Don't you dare laugh or tell her I said that." He leaned in and kissed his ear, patting him on his side. "Lay down on your stomach so I can get your back .. if you can. That won't put your arm in an uncomfortable position will it?"

[TruthSayer]

Raa snorted, head hanging forward, feeling more relaxed than he'd had in over a week, especially when Marcus' hands rubbed against his chest. He knew that at any other time that would have been a major turn-on, and it did feel absolutely wonderful, but as it was, he merely felt amazingly content. Again, the verse of all is right with the world passed through his mind as the warmth of Marcus against his back seeped into him, warming parts of him that he didn't even know were cold, Marcus' scent permeating his entire being. He wondered if his bed was going to smell like Marcus now, the shiver he gave at that moment not just from the feeling of Marcus' lips on the back of his neck.

"I could always bite my pillow to stifle the moans," he said with a chuckle, peaking at Marcus over his shoulder as he laid down, right arm jackknifed over his head, left tucked up beneath him with his fist resting comfortably beneath his chin, "But I think that might turn you on." He wiggled his ass a little to punctuate his point, chuckle turning into a leer as he waggled his eyebrows in a dead-on Marcus impersonation. "And I think it's only fair to let you know now that I will be blabbing to your sister."

[Tammika]

Marcus smacked Raa's ass hard and giggle snorted at the little thrill the sound gave him. Crawling forward so his mouth was next to Raa's ear he bit it. "Keep shaking that ass and you just might need to bite down on the pillow. I can be very evil Mr. Hakesh. I can be very evil." He let his lips brush his ear. Two fingers walked from one side of his lower back to the other where Marcus switched to sliding his hand up Raa's shirt as he spoke in husky whispers. "If you are gonna be mean and tell on me then I won't massage your back..." His hand came back down with his nails lightly scraping his skin. " ...or snuggle up with you and take a nap. As a matter of fact I think I'll just have to leave, but not before I have you so wound up and on the edge, that you scream my name like I moan yours when I..." he paused dramatically. "Nevermind, I won't risk sharing such personal moments with you." He winked and wiggled his eyebrows right back at Raa.

[TruthSayer]

The languid, relaxing feelings Raa had been submersed in flew right out the window when Marcus slapped his ass, the sting largely muted through the thick layer of fabric covering it, but still present enough to make Raa hiss, muscles locking in pleasurable shock. The teeth to his ear made his left hand slide out from under him and grasp at the comforter, Raa thinking through a sudden haze of permeating arousal that it was entirely unfair that Marcus knew his weak spot, and he still had no clue about Marcus'; he was bound and determined to find out.

He never knew, until the man scratching his nails down his back, making his back arch and his skin quiver, that dirty talk was a turn on. And even though it wasn't nearly as dirty as some he'd heard while watching porn, it was far more exciting. He waited with bated breath for Marcus to finish that sentence, and growled his disapproval when it was left hanging. But there was a promise in Marcus' words, as well, and Raa was not one to pass up such a prime opportunity. He rolled over onto his back, left hand cradling the back of his head, and smiled sweetly up at Marcus.

"I dare you," he whispered, dark eyes flashing with it.

[Tammika]

Marcus narrowed his eyes and maintained his evil smirk, but his brain was racing a mile a minute. The short statement had opened up all the thoughts he kept safely tucked away so he could really be a good boy and not have his dad "lock him in his room until Sam gets married". The urge to crawl forward and straddle Raa was so strong he was winding the sheet in his left hand. Raa was laid out in front of him like one deliciously tempting meal, that he wasn't allowed to have yet.

He leaned his head all the way back and laughed at the ceiling, partial defeat sinking in, but he wouldn't go down like that. He crawled forward and stretched out on his stomach beside Raa. "I would take you up on that dare and finish that statement but it would be no fun since the object of my desires, my love and adoration, is right here beside me and just talking about it wouldn't do. And you know I could very well take you to the edge, hell you do that just by calling my name, but you know " He tapped Raa on his nose. "Neither one of us would stop there. Risk it all and taste Raa once and then never again oooor wait and be able to have him again and again and again?" He said the word again higher and higher yet in a whispery whine as he leaned closer and kissed Raa softly, finishing with a quick lick across his mouth.