Crisco is for Sissies[M]

[TruthSayer]

Raa nearly sprayed his mouthful of soda all over Marcus and his pizza, but managed to choke it down at the last moment, cheeks beet red. "I do not do that in front of people!"

[Tammika]

Marcus laughed and tried to block the shower of soda. "But I'm not just people, I'm your boyfriend! I was just trying to help you out. I didn't ..want you to suffer." His sentence was barely coherent as he rolled on the floor laughing. "I'm here for you..I wanna .. give you a helping hand!" He laughed so hard his breath came in gasps and high pitched cackling.

[TruthSayer]

"Ha ha ha," Raa muttered dryly, making a face at him. "Very funny." But he couldn't keep the grin off his own face, and in a moment he was laughing right along with Marcus, though his face still felt on fire. But boyfriend or not, there was no way Raa was ever going jack off in front of Marcus. Unless...

A challenging, half-serious glint flashed into his eyes. "You first," he said.

[Tammika]

Marcus lay on the floor on his back, knees up and hands on his stomach heart still racing, tremors of giggles erupting on occasion. He had stopped mid roll when Raa spoke his challenge, his mind tossing around the idea and then determining that he liked it. It probably was a very bad idea and there was no way he'd do it while Kendall was still roaming the hall like a warden, but if they were some where alone...? Hell yeah. They had done a fair job of resisting the temptation, but something like this... the idea blew his mind.

Quickly he rolled to his stomach and stared up at Raa like a hyper dog blonde hair falling in his face from the quick maneuver. Suddenly he put his hand on his head and then looked around the room. "What happen to my clip?" Searching for a distracted half second then he shrugged and grinned again, "You serious? You do realized you just asked me to jack off so you could watch right?" It wasn't technically sex, but it was a sexual act and probably fell into a category of things he knew he should not be doing until he was eighteen. But he wasn't about to ask his parents for permission. "And I told you I'd do anything for you, so hell yeah, if we were alone.." He finished the statement with and signature Marcus grin.

[TruthSayer]

Never in his wildest dreams had he expected Marcus to accept the challenge. For a moment, all he could do was stare at him, lust clouding his eyes, and it was on the tip of his tongue to suggest taking Aban's SUV again. In his dreams, when he and Marcus were doing things that would get them into definite trouble with both Marcus' parents and Aban and Kendall, visions were jumbled, the few bright spots filled in with things he'd already witnessed: the slender fall of Marcus' hips revealed to him by almost illegally low-rise jeans; the sight of pert rose-colored nipples; even the arch of bare feet; but beyond a few flashes of pleasured winces and mouth fallen alluringly open to allow rapid pants to escape as Raa kissed here, nipped there, Marcus' face remained a frustrating blur, indistinct. The chance to fill in a complete expression of pleasure as Marcus touched himself, bringing himself to a impassioned frenzy that ended in a fulfillment Raa longed to bring him was amazingly tempting, so much so that Raa felt his own arousal, something that had faded beneath joking and munching pizza, stir sensuously through him again.

But... Raa still wouldn't be able to touch him.

"No," he whispered, leaned forward to where he nearly folded himself in half as he ran a hand through Marcus' hair, sweeping it back as he pressed a slow kiss to Marcus' lips. "The first time I see you come, I want it to be when I'm in you." His mouth split into a grin, eyes sparking with a flash of desire. "Or... when you're in me..." he said, licking his lips as his mouth went dry; he had no idea what Marcus would taste like, but if the taste down there anywhere near matched the taste of his neck, stomach, or back, Raa was certain he would soon devour what would become his favorite meal.

[Tammika]

A whimper escaped his mouth as Raa kissed him,the words making him catch his breath only to lose it again when Raa amended his statement. Marcus blinked, stunned and insanely aroused by the thoughts Raa poured into his head. Yes sex with Raa was in the future, but for his own sanity he had avoided putting too much details in his head about the future event. "..in you.." He dropped his head down. "Damn Raa. Keep saying shit like that and you will get a show whether either one of us like it or not." His head popped back up with a grin plastered to his face. "Just don't peek when I suddenly jump up and head for the bathroom and you hear me moaning and calling your name."

His face grew serious as a different thought blossomed in his mind, but he maintained the playfully seductive edge while crawling forward halfway onto the bed. "When you finally can be inside me, I'll reclaim your full name by breathlessly panting it and screaming it over and over again and make it my personal exclamation of pure satisfaction that you hear, feel, and see written all over my face."

[TruthSayer]

Raa chuckled quietly, ready to dare Marcus again about jacking off in his bathroom, when Marcus' next words stole the playfulness from him, clenching his stomach almost painfully. He couldn't imagine more of a turn-off than that, despite the words Marcus spoke along with them.

He sat back, back thumping against the wall softly as his grin turned paper thin, though he still managed to hold on to it. One shoulder lifted in a shrug, fingers picking at the pizza toppings in the box beside him. "Sure," he said, since he was probably expected to say something. "Whatever you want.

"So, have you thought about what you want for your birthday besides me?"

[Tammika]

It killed him. He hated it. But he wouldn't dare push Raa. It was enough to have said just that and he knew when to drop it. But one day he hoped...

"A tattoo." He chirped. He rested his head on Raa's leg still hanging half way on the bed. "Not sure what to get though. Did you know my dad has a dragon on his back? My mom has one but I've never seen it, which is odd since I will reluctantly admit she can still rock a bikini and even then I haven't seen it. Dad get's this glazed over look when it's mentioned though so I don't even want to know what or where it is." He rolled over and looked at Raa upside down, groping with his hands to get at the toppings on Raa's pizza, since his was on the floor. "Any ideas for me?"

[TruthSayer]

A tattoo...? Somehow, Raa had never pictured Marcus with one despite the fact that most people with piercings tended to navigate toward more permanent forms of self-expression at one time or another. But it was a good distraction from Marcus' earlier comment, and Raa had to admit that it did have certain... possibilities, despite the fact that it would be an expensive gift depending on size and color. Either way, Raa saved money like a Swiss bank for a reason, right?

He tilted his head to the side, contemplating it quietly for a moment as his fingers threaded through Marcus' hair. "A tramp stamp," he said finally, grinning. "With Arabic infused in it to where only I can find it and I know what it says. Or maybe one right here that only I can see?" He tapped the spot on his own body for illustration, low on the inside of his hip that would require an indecent amount of skin exposed for the tattoo to be done; Marcus would certainly have to drop his pants for it, at any rate. "I could draw it for you?"

[Tammika]

"Jeez Raa!... a tramp stamp?" he chuckled and rolled his eyes. "I don't know about that. I was thinking of two things, a phrase or something down my side, Arabic infused would be perfect. It would look awesome when I'm swimming, but it has to be simple, there's no said rule but they frown on too many tats in swimming. But a small one on my hip sound good. It would be seen when I swim too." he flipped around in Raa's lap. "That would be awesome if you drew it! Now that you mention it I wouldn't have it any other way."

[TruthSayer]

Raa grinned. "Yes, a tramp stamp! I can just imagine the way it would move when I'm..." He licked his lips, a far away look in his eyes. He almost jumped up to grab his sketch book, but the almost forgotten weight of the cast stopped him. He frowned down at the cast. "For once I'm going to say it's a good thing your birthday is still so far away: I can't draw a damn thing with this stupid cast. But it does give us plenty of time to brainstorm. What phrase, and what design?"

[Tammika]

"I have no idea. I just know I want it to have something to do with us, something really important that means a lot to both of us and of course epic and cool and full of signature Marcus awesomeness." He gave Raa a big cheesy grin. "I have an image to consider. And okay fine, call it a tramp stamp but I do want a small one on my lower back... maybe to the side.. I'm not sure about the design since I've only seen it on ...girls, though..." His voice trailed of as he began to doubt what he was going to say, thinking Raa may find it stupid. "Never mind."

[TruthSayer]

Words entered his mind immediately of a phrase he knew he liked, but he didn't say it; tattoos were personal things, in his opinion, and Marcus should come up with his own ideas, not go off of one Raa put into his head.

"What design that you've only seen on girls?" he asked, taking a bite of his pizza. Whatever it was, he was sure it wouldn't be something as tacky a hundred more he'd seen.

[Tammika]

"I said never mind." He waved his in the air as if he was trying to erase his words.

"The phrase.. um.. yeah, I've been thinking on that. I know it was something you said to me ...in the parking lot...after the fight. It was like a prayer almost about God in his heaven." Marcus closed his eyes a deep sigh that was totally unplanned relaxed him all of the sudden. "Whatever it was it was perfect and it makes me feel so calm when you say it... whenever I remember that moment." He thrashed his head back and forth in Raa's lap and kicked his feet. "It was so damn romantic, uuuuntil my dad walked up... but before that it was awe-some!" He giggled, singing the word 'awesome' like an obsessed fangirl babbling off in his own little world.

[TruthSayer]

Raa's smile was soft when he folded himself nearly in half and kissed Marcus up-side-down. "God is in His heaven," he whispered, threading the fingers of both hands through his hair on either side of his head, "and all is right with the world. Best night of my life."

[Tammika]

"Mmm. Yeah that's it." If there was ever a button to switch Marcus from hyper mode to calm, Raa was sure to have complete control over it. The way his voice vibrated his bones always calmed him down then slowly built him back up, but with a soft hum of arousal.

He nipped Raa's lip when he kissed him, "Best night by far. That's what I want. That phrase. depending on the sizing of the letters or characters or whatever you call them in that language, it could run down my side, ya know? From just under my arm to all the way over my hip. Would that look weird?"

[TruthSayer]

Raa ran his left hand down Marcus' side as far as he could, trying to imagine the words there. "I think it would look great," he said, then grinned, reaching over the side of the bed for the box of pencils and markers he'd left there, fishing out a black sharpie. He wiggled it over Marcus' face. "Want to try it out?"

[Tammika]

"You serious?" he grinned back at him. He wasn't sure how it would turn out. The idea of Raa writing on his side with a marker sounded extremely ticklish but he'd give it a shot. He didn't bother waiting for an answer. "Let's do it. Just try not to make it tickle too much. I'll start squirming and it will look like shit." Marcus rolled off of Raa, slipped his shirt over his head and then stretched out on his side, arms lifted up. "I'm all yours bebeh."

[TruthSayer]

"Heh, might turn out like shit anyway," Raa said, pulling the cap off with his teeth as he settled at Marcus' back, wiggling the sharpie for a moment between the first two fingers of his right hand as his eyes swept over his canvas, mentally drawing out the script in his mind before he began. It would be tricky getting the script the right size to stretch from just under Marcus' armpit to his hip, instead of too large or too small, and the beautiful, flowing lines had the very real chance of turning out squished and jaded considering he couldn't move his wrist as a follow-through, but he would give it his best shot.

Without touching him, Raa drew out the script three times with the tip of the sharpie hovering just over his skin before he was sure he got the proportions right, then put pen to skin, drawing the basis of the words quickly before thickening them to make sure he had the size right. He got halfway through the last word when he ran into Marcus' pants, the hem cutting him off short.

"You're... ehm... going to have to push them down a little," he said, taking the cap out of his mouth, cheeks warming.

[Tammika]

Marcus tried his best not to squirm, but the gentle licks of the marker was pure torture. His breathing was audible as every other breath was a half giggle. His bare feet rubbed together as he tried to stay as still as possible but when Raa got to his hip the giggles bubbled over. "Oh Christ, Raa! That feels ...crazy good and tickles like hell all at the same time!... Wait what?" He had to focus his brain on what Raa was asking, but quickly realized what he meant when he looked from his red face to the words pausing just at his pants.

"Oh ok my pants, right." He unfastened his pants and slid them down a few inches on one side. "Is that enough or you need more... room? Too much more and your uncle will toss me out."