Crisco is for Sissies[M]

[TruthSayer]

Raa was on his feet in an instant, shock and fear plain on his face. "You got hit by a car?!"

Suddenly, the last week didn't matter. What happened last night hadn't happened at all. Marcus was hurt, and Raa loved him.

[Tammika]

"Raa!... That's not the... Yes! I got hit by a car, but you're not listening to everything. If we both keep doing this it's gonna get all fucked up again and I can't take another second of thinking I can't have you!" Marcus put his face in his hands. "I'm not gonna cry. I am so, not going to cry!"

[TruthSayer]

Raa didn't want to talk about it. He didn't want the sharp flashes of deep hurt that had dominated his existence for the last 24 hours. He wanted to hide behind the fear of Marcus having been hurt, to fuss over him and make sure he was comfortable and without pain, and not talk about a damn thing, because hiding was so much easier, and it was safer, too.

But hope filtered in with Marcus' words despite his best efforts to keep it out, and if he didn't listen, Marcus was going to cry, and Raa couldn't stand it when Marcus cried.

He sat back down stiffly, hands in his pockets balled into shaking fists that sent intermittent tremors up his arms that he knew wasn't from the cold.

"Sorry," he muttered, eyes fastened on the walk between his feet.

[Tammika]

"No, baby, I'm sorry." He hesitated, because what he had to say and apologize for was the lamest thing he had ever done to someone who deserved much better. "I lied over something stupid because I didn't want to.. because I was too lazy to admit I'd messed up something so small. Small compared to how much you mean to me. I lied about your jacket. All this nonsense started with that lie and I am beyond sorry."

He was afraid Raa would interrupt in the pause so he pushed himself to keep talking. "Jesse is a girl friend, female friend, from a Central High. After last Friday's game she got in an accident. I was one of the first people she knew who pulled up just a few seconds after it happened. She was cold because her hair was still wet from the meet and it was raining a little. I just took of the jacket and put it on her without thinking, but when the ambulance got there I had to move and she was rushed off to the hospital. I didn't even think of the jacket until you asked about it Monday at lunch, no that morning when I couldn't find it." Marcus shifted, his legs were going numb, yet still managed to hurt especially his ankle.

He went to explain the whole thing all the time thinking it was all so stupid that Raa would think he made it up. "So that's what happened. And I was wrong to make the jacket into a big deal. It's important, but I'd rather have a disappointed Raa than no Raa." tears fell, but he didn't cry like a baby like he normally would. He looked directly into Raa's eyes. "Will you please forgive me? I am so sorry, for causing all this. Please believe me. I'll never lie to you again. If something this small can do so much damage.... I can't handle not having you, Raa..." He couldn't form words anymore.

[TruthSayer]

Raa was silent for a long, long time. He had two choices laid out in front of him, each road no less murderously frightening than the other, like the haunted fork in a fairy tale. On one path, he could call Marcus a liar and watch him walk away. Squirrel himself into a safe little hidey hole he never knew before that he needed.

Life without Marcus. Repulsive and impossible.

On the other... He was well aware that no one in his life held such power over him as Marcus did, but he never before now knew to what extent that power went. It was terrifying. Raa, the neat freak. Raa, the organizational guru. Everything in order, nothing out of place, everything completely in his control. There was only one point of true chaos in his life, and that was Marcus, and he yearned for that chaos with every fiber of his being.

"Do you know what I thought?" Raa asked finally, words level as he looked over the dead winter lawn. "I thought you'd found someone new. Someone better. And how could I fight what made you happy? And all this because of a stupid jacket?"

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes burning furiously. "I don't care about the stupid jacket, Marcus. I would have been mad at you if you hadn't stopped and let her wear it." He slid over, pulling a hand out of his pocket to put around Marcus' shoulder, pressing a kiss to his temple. Somehow, the pain that came with that action hurt far more than anything else did. "I care about you, you dork."

[Tammika]

The long pause terrified him. He found the strength to hold in some of the crying , but there was no way to make himself stop shaking. Raa was his drug and he was craving his touch like junkie. He looked down at his boot. The sock sticking out was no longer white and he randomly wondered if it would come out in the wash. Would this nasty little stain in their relation ship come out in the wash?

Marcus automatically leaned into Raa when he slid closer, wanting desperately to just crawl into his lap, but his legs were too stiff and sore to move. On top of favoring his ankle he had been so tense from worry and stress, but the very moment Raa's lips touched him he melted. He didn't even have the energy to fight the tears. Again and again he mumbled, "I'm so sorry, Raa. God, I love you so much I'm so sorry."

[TruthSayer]

Raa shook his head and pulled him tight against him, burying his nose in Marcus' hair. "I should never have thought what I thought, anyway, so we're even, right?" he mumbled, and took a deep, shuddering breath, releasing it slowly. His chest still hurt, his arms shaking around Marcus, light trembles that were all but lost in the wracking tears Marcus shed. In honestly, he didn't want to think about it anymore. Didn't want any more reminders. He wanted Marcus' laughter, and his warmth. "No more apologies, right?" he asked, smiling slightly.

[Tammika]

As embarrassed as he was about the whole thing he wished he could erase all of it.

He almost said 'okay I'm sorry' but just nodded his head, wet face sliding against Raa's shirt sobbing slowly subsiding. He slipped his arms around Raa's waist and mumbled into his shirt. "I was serious... I can't move my legs, they are cramping up so bad right now I'm afraid to bend them again." He worked his fingers until they were under Raa's shirt like he always did when snuggled this close, and it felt so good, so right, he purred and whimpered. "Can we go inside now?"

[TruthSayer]

Raa breathed a laugh and stood, pulling Marcus up into his arms. "Alright," he said, carrying Marcus into the livingroom where he set him gently on the sofa, "but I want compensation for all my hard work." The joking tone felt strange after what had happened, slightly stiff and slightly forced, but despite that, Raa felt an off-kilter piece inside of him slip into place.

He smiled a bit more freely as he went into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water and Kendall's oxycodine prescription for when the man threw his back out, a bag of chips, liter of soda, and a thick blanket from the hallway closet. On his way back, he kicked the front door shut gently, watching the cracked glass with trepidation as it rattled threateningly in its frame.

"Are you allergic to oxycodone?" he asked, back in the living room as he set his armful on the end table and tossed the blanket lightly onto Marcus' lap. He shook out a pill, lifting a shoulder in a shrug of apology. "Otherwise, you're stuck with Tylenol."

[Tammika]

"Compensation? Hell yeah. You take visa, mastercard, ....my lips?" He added the my lips part as Raa walked out of the room hoping he heard it and didn't hear it all at the same time. He felt shy all over again, like when they first met, not that he was ever really shy then, it was more like poking gently with words to see what kind of reaction he got.

"Oh no way. Gimme Tylenol. Even that makes me loopy but it would be better than that other stuff. Marcus and drugs don't mix well. He doesn't need anything that will make him more of a dork..." And he still felt like an idiot, now a happy idiot, but an idiot none the less. He stared at Raa, giving him a look that said the words he wasn't supposed to be saying. He felt he could never apologize enough.

[TruthSayer]

Raa nodded, tucked the oxycodone back into the bottle, and grabbed Tylenol from the kitchen. He slouched onto the couch beside Marcus when he returned, and handed him both the bottle and the glass of water, a sly little grin on his face. "I'd take the Mastercard, but I honestly wouldn't know where to swipe it.

"And..." The smile turned less sly. Raa sat forward, elbows on his knees as he rubbed his face. "And stop looking at me like that," he muttered. "You're making me feel bad."

[Tammika]

"So then kiss me and we'll both feel better." The response was instantaneous and once he said it he knew he wouldn't be happy unless he had Raa's mouth sealed against his. He was hungry, but he was starving for a taste of Raa. His expression change to match his thoughts and he smirked , thinking of something that went through his mind earlier. Hell yeah, Raa is my drug.

[TruthSayer]

Raa leaned over and caught Marcus' lips in his own, the contact sending a slow churning low into his gut, the sensation both expected and unexpected in its intensity. It was the same homecoming he'd felt countless times before, yet tinged with a new powerful emotion that washed through him like a slow wave. It searched out every nuance of hurt, every jagged edge, and soothed them away. The soreness was still there, like a freshly healed scar, but the initial gaping wounds were gone.

When he pulled back, the fingers of one hand traced gentle lines on Marcus' cheek, his other arm wrapped around Marcus' waist, with Marcus pulled halfway on top of him. He buried his face in Marcus' neck and breathed deep. "I love you," he whispered.

[Tammika]

"I love you forever."

He leaned his head over onto Raa inhaling and nearly going crazy from the scent, he could stay like this forever really, and just die happy in Raa's arms. He rubbed his head against Raa's, ran his finger through his hair. He couldn't get enough, like one day had made him miss out on something. "Damn you smell good... and I probably wreak. I either need to go home or use your shower." He didn't want to go home. He was sure the whole gang was at his house. He even suspected Kevin was there too. "I don't wanna go home. My parents are out for the weekend anyway so I don't have to... right?"

[TruthSayer]

"Like hell you're leaving," Raa muttered, arms tightening around Marcua's waist as he pulled him halfway into his lap. He felt like a petulant five-year-old whose parents were threatening to take away his favorite toy. He breathed deep again. It didn't matter that Marcus' normal scent had a little tang to it: this scent was something Raa thought he'd never get to enjoy again, and at the moment it was the sweetest aroma in the world.

Except for maybe Chinese takeout. "I want egg drop soup," he declared, and grabbed the phone off the end table. "What do you want?"

[Tammika]

That was exactly what he wanted to hear and what he expected to hear. He snuggled closer, or rather squirmed in Raa's lap. It was impossible to get any closer. "I'd make it for you if I had that recipe memorized, but it's a little tricky and my brain is focused on one thing right now." He curled over and nibbled Raa's ear before whispering in it softly. "You, you and you aaaand a shower." He snorted at the end and leaned back, hanging by his arms looped around Raa's neck. Seriously, can I use your shower now and you order whatever. I'm starving not picky at all. Oh!" he squirmed more to fish the ring out of his pocket. "This is for me right?"

[TruthSayer]

Raa grinned. "Want me to order you the cream of soom yung gai? I hear that's a rather delicious dish." He was chuckling by the end, partly due to the words, partly due to the lecherous look he could feel on his face.

It fell away into awkward nervousness at the sight of the ring, the same tendrils of which that had gripped him since he'd ordered the damn thing with the express intention of giving it to Marcus. Now, however, that nervousness was tinged with the memory of what Marcus said in the parking lot last night. But... he'd taken the time to find it among the puddles and cold shadows. Raa felt the hand gripping his chest, something he didn't even know was there, fall away, making it easier to breathe. Making it seem like a simple and quite manly thing to take the ring and slip it onto Marcus' middle finger, because it was too big for for any other though he'd ordered it a bit small on purpose.

"Yeah," he said. "It's yours."

[Tammika]

His words were sarcastic, but spoken softly and were preceded and followed up with a kiss, the latter much more intense than the first. "It sure as hell better be, I crawled under my car to get it.." He gripped Raa's hand after he slid the ring on and brought it to his mouth and kissed it gently, closing his eyes in a long slow blink, then leaned in and kissed his mouth.

"No I want cream of yoo hot raa." It didn't have as much of a cute twist on the language as Raa's line but the husky way he said it made his point. "Now I need to go take a shower, before I stink up your house and hobbling like I am it's gonna take a while." He grinned at him deviously nearly matching the perfect Raa leer. "You gonna help me into the bathroom and strip? Hmm?" His face lingered close to Raa, nibbling, nipping and kissing between every few words.

[TruthSayer]

"That..." Raa muttered, tilting his head to the side to allow Marcus better access to his neck even as he lifted Marcus' hand to his lips, swirling the tip of his tongue over the pad of his index finger, "is very mean, you know." He flattened his tongue against the underside of Marcus' finger, sliding it into his mouth to suckle gently, his other hand rubbing light circles on Marcus' inner thigh that wandered higher with each pass. "Incredibly mean."

[Tammika]

Marcus felt like a slut.

A slut owned by Raa.

He kept his eyelids lowered and watched through thick lashes as Raa's mouth suckled his fingers, a feeling he could not describe with anything other than a deep lusty moan, imaging him showing such attention to other needy parts of his body that twitched and swelled in his pants. Marcus widened his legs and cocked an eyebrow at Raa as if daring him closer to the target his hands circled towards. It took a moment to form words but his mouth remain slightly parted long before he could speak. "You haven't seen mean yet, love." And he meant it. In a very lovingly, evil way.

"As much as I love this, I need to go get that shower." Marcus smirked and slowly pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the couch. "I wasn't exaggerating that much, I might need your help. my legs are still cramping a tiny bit, but the hot water should help." he curled around him again and nibbled Raa's neck Hands twining in the hair at the back of his head. His muffled voice continued, "I think I might need a spotter, I'm afraid of falling. Will you carry me to the bathroom?"