Crisco is for Sissies[M]

[TruthSayer]

Raa sat up, legs crossed in front of him as he held Sam's hand, frowning lightly as he watched the unconscious flexing of her smaller fingers around his own. He wanted to know what TJ said, wanted to know if there was some hint as to why tonight's debacle had happened in the first place. Would it confirm his earlier nervousness? Was there racism there? Homophobia? TJ's comment earlier about Marcus and his pansy lifestyle certainly seemed to point to the latter, but that didn't explain why he would think Raa would make Marcus a victim when TJ didn't know Raa at all. But did he ask?

He smirked lightly at Marcus' comment that he knew full well was meant for him as much as it was meant for Sam. A comfort? For Sam, definitely, and possibly for him, as well, although Raa knew there was also another meaning in there, one that Raa picked up all too easily. It didn't say 'be nice', but it did say to let Mr. Davenport handle it. Raa dipped his head in slight acknowledgement, and was more than willing to follow Marcus' advice; he didn't care if he ever saw TJ Davenport again.

"Yeah, they'll take care of it," he muttered, quirking a smile at her. "And don't worry about what he said. You know none of it's true, and that's all that counts, right?"

He wasn't going to ask. Marcus was there, and it would hurt him again when he was finally smiling. And Sam would cry again, too.

[Tammika]

Marcus had polished off his third milkshake, each one a different flavor, he wanted to go through all of them but he was afraid of what would happen later. Puking on your first romantic night with your boyfriend spelled epic fail in his book, so he opted for fries. Sweet and salty. Yay!

He appeared calm, completely calm. His normal joking was there, normal flirting with Raa and normal stuffing his face at Steak and Shake. The only thing that showed how nervous he was, was a permanent blush on his pale face that got worse if he even glanced at Raa, touched Raa, thought of Raa, which he was doing ... constantly. It was his birthday tomorrow. Now the only thing stopping him was being in a public place and a few hours.

They weren't sure where they were going but Marcus' told Raa that his dad had something for them and to pack like they were going to the cabin anyway. They were supposed to be meeting him fifteen minutes ago, but when he called he just said he was on his way.

Marcus hung up his phone and tapped it on his chin. "I have no idea what my dad has planned but he has someplace reserved for us or something." Marcus couldn't help but choke up at the thought of what his dad was doing for him. He had always been there for him, but this was so much more active and involved... it just made him cry. He was about to say more when he noticed an unmarked police cruiser pull up... with it's lights on. No siren, just lights. "Oh fuck..." The familiar Davenport silhouette exited the blue car and made it's way to the entrance. "We are in a public place and he loves his job, Raa. He wouldn't do anything stupid." It sounded more like a question than a statement.

[TruthSayer]

A six month countdown would hit zero in less than 4 hours.

In less than 4 hours, he and Marcus would be... somewhere, doing what they had waited their entire relationship to do, and in less than 12 hours, there wasn't a damn thing anyone could say about it. Not Mr. Davenport with his dour looks, not Kendall with his blatant threats, and not Sherry and Aban with their gentle redirects. Raa could feel the seconds tick by like blood through his veins, each one compounding the nervousness that had been growing steadily all day.

Hell, all week. Every time he looked at Marcus flashes of every makeout session came to the fore in perfect clarity.

"He really doesn't need to do that," Raa said, tapping his spoon on his soup dish; he didn't like the thought of Mr. Davenport paying the sort of money it took to rent a cabin. "Maybe you should call him and tell him to forget about it. We'll think of something."

Red and blue lights flashed bright from the darkness outside, painting the window-side table where they sat in a cacophony of swirling colors that automatically had Raa tense, though he hadn't even looked to see who it was; red and blue meant police, and Raa and police didn't get along. Marcus' words had Raa's head snapping up as he swirled around in his chair, craning his neck to find his suspicion confirmed, and the tension increase tenfold.

"You didn't say he was a fucking pig!" he hissed in a whisper through his teeth, whirling to face Marcus.

[Tammika]

"That reaction right there is why I didn't mention it, well I did, I think, but ... I don't know, sorry, he's a fucking cop, a homicide detective attached to the Texas Rangers no less." Marcus had just finished hissing back at Raa when his uncle approached the table.

"Let's make this quick. The whole damn restaurant doesn't need to know our business and you two have along drive ahead of you." He looked Raa dead in the eye with a calm blank expression. No malice, but not much else. "And you just chill and listen before you act on that thought, four days ago I felt the same about you." He pulled a pair of keys from his pocket and tossed it to Raa. Looking at both of them He sighed and rubbed at his chin. "You are eighteen, or will be in a few hours. 1:15am hell yeah I remember the day you were born. Anyway. I only ask you both to forgive the way I acted at the house the other day. I went off like an ass based on less than half of all the facts about you two. If you wanna fault me or hold it against me for being overprotective of you Marcus so be it, you can wear the jackass name tag."

"I forgive you Uncle TJ, but I won't apologize for what I said or how I said it." Marcus had never spoken to anyone the way he did that day, nor how he was speaking now. He could accept the apology, but it would take time to completely smooth things out.

"Fair enough...but I'm not just asking you, I'm asking you too Raa. It took a whole lot of talking, and you both know Mack don't talk that much about anything, but he.. has his ways of getting his point across. He told me in no uncertain terms just how highly he thought of you. And that is the only reason... I feel I can trust you." He pointed at Marcus. "I am not his father, but he is as close to a son as I'll ever get. He has been through more hell than any one sixteen seventeen eighteen year old should have to deal with. Hell yeah I'm overprotective, but I'm not an idiot and can admit I made a mistake."

[TruthSayer]

And suddenly it all made sense. TJ being a detective would have allowed him certain contacts, and ones that could more than likely get him the sealed records of a minor turned adult, however illegal that may be.

Raa sat with his arms crossed tightly over his chest, petulant because however much of an apology TJ was giving, it still managed to sound like a lecture, and embarrassed and uncomfortable as hell, because TJ's present worries mirrored Raa's own past ones, and he couldn't hold a grudge against him for that.

"You're a prick," Raa said slowly, glancing up from the keys on the table in front of him. "For a lot of reasons. But wanting to protect Marcus isn't one of them, and... I get it." His frown deepened, a thrill of anger making it's way through him that echoed in the severity of his glare. "I forgive you for what you thought about me, and for what you said about me, but you can rot in hell and suck on Satan's tit for what you said about Marcus. No one bashes him. Not me, not rotten little shits like Greg Jennings and Eric Wilson, and sure as fuck not you. You get me?"

[Tammika]

Marcus actually grinned at Raa's reply. He was calm, that was saying a lot.

TJ didn't flinch. "I've heard worse, highspeed. But thank you, that's all I wanted to say." He smiled and stepped back. "Make one mistake.." He tipped his hat and left it unsaid. "Trash my cabin and I'll kick your ass Marcus. I know how messy you are." He left just as quickly as he strolled in.

Marcus sighed and slid down in his chair until his chin was resting on the table. "Okay can we put that shit behind us? I don't want to think about it anymore. And I'm sorry I didn't make it known he was a cop. At first I thought you knew but then I kinda figured you didn't and didn't.. really.. wanna say.. anything." Very soft and high pitched he added, "Sorry."

[TruthSayer]

Raa waited until TJ left the restaurant's parking lot before he gave into his own urge to slump down, blowing out a breath that puffed his cheeks as he ran a hand through his hair. Damn cops. He'd never like them, he swore.

"Yeah," he sighed, "A warning would have been nice. Damn cops only want thing, and that's to bend you over a squad car and make you spread 'em. Perverts, the lot of them."

But now that TJ was gone, cops were the last thing on his mind. Those cabin keys, on the other hand.

He stood and pulled out his wallet, flipping a couple of twenties on the table before he shoved the wallet back into his pocket, slung his jacket on, and downed the rest of his soda in one gulp. "You ready, birthday boy?" he picking up the keys and jangling them loudly in his hand, grin so wide his cheeks hurt.

[Tammika]

Marcus' grin mirrored Raa's. "Hell yeah." He stood and slid an arm around Raa's waist. "Happy birthday to me." On the 'me' he grabbed Raa's ass. "My only concern now is surviving the three hour drive. Your driving sucks. Have I told you that this week yet?"

[TruthSayer]

"I will have you know that defensive driving is a talent to be envied," Raa sniffed, fingers twitching against Marcus' back as he steered him quickly outside. "Now get in the damn car before we celebrate your birthday in the corner booth."

[Tammika]

"Pssh! Please, you drive like a crackhead. Defensive my ass!" He laughed and stumbled along pretending to fight back a little. "Um you make that sound like a bad thing. I could go for a quickie in a booth. I really don't care where just so long as it's witchu babeh." He put his arms up and started dancing in the parking lot, gyrating his hips slowly and spinning in circles in Raa's arms, singing the chorus of Stickwitu.

[TruthSayer]

"I love it when you sing," Raa muttered, hands grasping Marcus' hips in a light hold that stopped his spinning, bringing them back-to-front, his hips pressed into Marcus' rear as he guided them toward his car. Fingers of both hands walked along Marcus' stomach, teasing the line of his jeans through his shirt, lips trailing along the back of his neck. The excitement now was different than it had ever been before, offering a different flavor to Marcus' skin as the thought of less than four hours flitted through his mind again. "But you can sing in the car," he said as Marcus' knees bumped against the front fender.

[Tammika]

The never ending music in Marcus' head wouldn't quit. When they stopped at the car he leaned forward and put his hands on the hood, spread wide, but didn't stop the movement of his hips, grinding his ass against Raa, amused at the fact that he was still pushing against him firmly. "I can sing but I don't have as much room to move." He arched his back and dropped it back down and quickly rolled his body back up. After a quick press and grind into Raa again he twirled along the car until he reached the door. "Let's go then." He winked and ducked into the car.

[TruthSayer]

The hell with the cabin, Raa thought, one hand sliding along Marcus' back as he moved against the hood, the other gripping his hip with twitching fingers. This was going down right here, right now.

And then Marcus danced right out of his grasp. Six months of blue balls, and he still couldn't get any relief. Yet. He would have to drive slowly, because whether the clock struck midnight by the time they reached the cabin or not, Marcus was getting completely and thoroughly mauled.

Raa walked carefully around the car, cursing the creator of jeans as they rubbed callously against his now rock-hard erection, and sat very carefully behind the wheel, glancing at Marcus out of the corner of his eye. "You are evil," he said simply, a light pout on his face as he jammed the key into the ignition and gunned the engine, squealing out of the parking space and into traffic, earning three honks and two middle fingers.

[Tammika]

"Yes. yes I am. But you love me anyway-" His teasing didn't do much for his driving and Marcus hurriedly put on his seat belt as he whipped the car onto the road. "Jesus Raa! Our goal is to not die virgins!"

After the initial start they were well on their way to TJ's cabin. A small fishing cabin on a twenty acre secluded patch of land. The land had been in the family for a few generations and the surrounding area was all owned by the three Davenport sons. There was a larger family house that is only used for reunions and is rented out for the rest of the year.

They didn't even stop, but Marcus had plenty of food stashed in a bag dedicated for that purpose. Half of which he polished off on the way. "I am gonna get fat.. will you still love me if I'm pokey?"

[TruthSayer]

"Baby, I'd love you if you were rotund," Raa muttered, hands gripping the wheel as he pulled into the drive, tires crunching loudly on dirt and rock. His driving had grown less intense as the time went on, and for the last thirty minutes he'd actually been doing the speed limit and using his turn signals.

Arousal had faded, and an intense nervousness quickly took its place, making him quiet, and making it hard to look at Marcus in the shadows. He had no clue what he was doing. The mechanics of it, yes, but in his opinion, that was far from enough. As horrible as the thought was because of what had caused it, at least Marcus had some experience. He wouldn't be a fumbling idiot. He would know what felt good, and what didn't, and he wasn't likely to make stupid mistakes.

Stop being an idiot, his mind threw at him as he pulled to a stop in front of the dark cabin, its shape outlined by the light of a full moon, He melts when you touch him. He won't even notice if you suck in the sack. He glanced at Marcus, profile illuminated in ghostly white, and swallowed, fingers gripping the wheel so tight they felt permanently glued to it.

Yeah... right...

[Tammika]

"Raa..?" He opened the door so the interior lights came on, glancing around at the familiar grounds and squinting at Raa. "Um are you.. getting out?" he was nervous. He felt a little scared that Raa was gonna change his mind. As much as his mind told him Raa wanted him and loved him, another voice said he was making himself do this, that he had changed his mind and was now just being nice. It was stupid and he started to brush it of, but thought better of it. In a rare moment he blurted out his thoughts. "I am scared, I have to pee and I am so hard right now. All combined make it the weirdest I have ever felt in my life." That should have been funny, in any other situation he would have laughed, but he just smiled nervously and looked at Raa. hands gripping the steering wheel obviously nervous too. Marcus was slightly relieved, but still worried. "Let's... get the stuff inside."

[TruthSayer]

Raa breathed out a chuckle at Marcus' words, glad to hear he was scared, too; they were both virgins, but... He glanced at the clock on the dash, reading the time four times before the cadre of feelings that came with it being 1206 settled into nervous relief. But not for much longer.

"Naw..." he said, turning a smile on Marcus. "Let's leave the stuff until tomorrow." He leaned over and kissed him gently, hands leaving the wheel to cradle either side of his neck, thumbs brushing against his jaw.

[Tammika]

Raa had kissed him a thousand times, but none were as sweet as that moment. He sighed leaning into it terribly hungry for more, but trembling at the thought. He pulled back some, not remembering his hand reaching up to grip Raa's shirt. "Yeah," more a whisper than tone he smiled, lips close enough still to brush against Raa's as he spoke. "Let's leave it here."

[TruthSayer]

"Mm..." Raa purred low in his throat with a short nod, eyes half closed with desire as the fingers of one hand slipping down Marcus' chest to pause over his heart, hypnotized by the rhythmic beating he could feel there. Did his own heart feel like that? It did to him, felt like it was going to pound right out of his chest. "Perfectly safe in the car," he muttered, lips traveling across his jaw to his ear, and he took Marcus' earlobe in to his mouth, biting and sucking gently as he shifted in his seat, discovering for the first time how very much he hated bucket seats and seat belts as one dug into his shoulder, holding him back, and one bit into his hip.

He growled, expression turning into a frustrated snarl as he pulled back and glared down at them both. "Dammit..."

[Tammika]

Marcus giggled, having already removed his seat belt, and used the distraction to back away and climb out of the car. "Come on." He kicked himself for his voice sounding all weak and squeaky, "Let's ...continue this conversation inside. The birthday boy has spoken." Or rather squawked. A huge ball of horny nerves and giggles he could barely find his voice and he couldn't wipe the grin from his face, which was probably glowing in the dark.

They have been in situation after situation when they've had to force themselves to hold back and now that it's come down to it, they're still holding back.

Raa had the keys in his pocket, so Marcus went around to his side of the car waiting for him to get out for a second and then heading up the steps onto the wide porch. He sat on the rail waiting again for Raa with the keys.

The cabin was a small bare bones camping cabin. Large front porch, fireplace, four basic rooms; living - dining area, a small kitchen with a bar and two stools, a bedroom with a queen bed and a bunk bed and a large but very basic bathroom.

He joked a little, feeling a little more bold this far away from Raa now, "Come on Raa. You gonna make me wait longer? Me love you long time." he blew kisses and shimmied his shoulders like a hooker hanging from whorehouse balcony.