Crisco is for Sissies[M]

[TruthSayer]

Raa took a deep breath, held it for a moment, then blew it out slowly through pursed lips, cheeks puffing out as he resolutely kept his eyes fastened to the spot where the wording stopped, spine held stiff to keep himself from leaning forward for a better view.

"Yeah, that'll be enough," he muttered, and placed his left hand high on Marcus' hip to steady himself as he finished with the outline, working a little quicker than he normally would have with his arm like it was to get that part completely done, the thought of Marcus is in my bed with his pants undone flying madly around in his head; if there was one good thing about his arm in a cast, it was that it stopped his hand from shaking.

The pen slowed as he moved higher up, gentle sweeping lines that filled out the outline getting a bit more languid as he scooted up Marcus' body, trying to press down as little as possible to keep from tickling him too bad. The tip of his tongue showed between his teeth, an unconscious gesture that meant he was concentrating, trying not to get overly frustrated at having to physically scoot up Marcus' body instead of allowing his wrist and arm to do the work for him. He was done in minutes, blowing gently on the long line of ink to make sure it was completely dry before he let Marcus put his arm down, then sat back to survey his work, happy enough with it to mutter it aloud.

"إله في السماء وصاحب ذلك كله هو حق مع العالم" he said, capping the pen. "What do you think?"

[Tammika]

Marcus was quiet the entire time, able to reign in the giggling so this part could be done as quickly as possible. He was nervous that someone would pop in suddenly while his pants were open, getting both of them in deep trouble. It was pretty easy to hold still until Raa blew on his side to help dry the ink. then he lost it as a slow moan rumbled from him and he instinctively arched his back just slightly.

"I don't know how it looks but that last bit felt nice." he attempted to twist to see it but couldn't really judge from that angle. Raa had a mirror in his bathroom so he hopped up from the bed and headed that way, holding his pants by the waist, though they still sagged dangerously low. In the bathroom he let go of his pants and held his arm up to see the entire phrase snaking down his side. "You rock, babe! I am so getting this for my birthday!"

[TruthSayer]

Raa knew he should stay on the bed, that it was unwise to approach Marcus when he had his pants open and hanging down like that and Kendall and Aban just down the hall and his bedroom door wide open, but he'd always had a hard time listening to his head when Marcus was around. He slipped off the bed, padding on near silent feet into the bathroom and stood behind Marcus, kissing his neck as his arms went around him, left hand straying low on his hip.

"هل يمكن أن يكون كل ما تريد طالما أحصل على أن يكون لك" he breathed, words falling rapidly from his lips as he trailed his mouth up to Marcus' ear. "كنت حار حتى أتمكن من اللعنة لكم الحق الآن" He grinned, pulling Marcus' ear into his mouth with his tongue. "So what is this other tattoo you want?"

[Tammika]

Marcus closed his eyes slowly, sinking into Raa's embrace. "You do realize you could be saying 'Can I have fries with that' and I'd have no clue, but it still sounds so fucking sexy." He turned in Raa's arms and looped his arms around him kissing his nose his lips and then his chin. "It's silly." He made his way along Raa's jaw with tiny little pecks. "I just wanted a dandelion. That's all."

[TruthSayer]

Raa tilted his head back, eyes sliding closed as a small shiver worked its way through his body, his fingers tightening on Marcus' hip. "It's not silly," he muttered. "I think it's perfect."

[Tammika]

Marcus shook his hips a little, doing a tiny salsa step, enjoying the feel of Raa's hand on his hips. "I still think it's silly, silly and perfect. If I'm gonna have something permanent on my body it has to mean something extra special." He still hadn't bothered to fasten his pants and the proximity of Raa's lips were too much of a distraction. Again he leaned in and kissed him, but a whole lot more than little pecks. Marcus pushed gently into Raa's body, hands woven in his hair and pulling Raa in as close as he could. "Damn you taste so good."

[TruthSayer]

It really sucked not having the full use of both arms. He wanted to slip his hands inside the back of Marcus' pants again, wanted to feel the warmth of naked flesh against his palms as his nails bit lightly into pale skin, especially now that there would be more room to play. He wanted to lean back against the wall and pull Marcus with him, or pin Marcus against the wall without the unpleasant unyielding pressure of the cast against his back. He could feel the open snaps on Marcus' pants catch on his own fly, the tug against that part of his pants exhilarating enough that coupled with the feel of Marcus' lips on his own caused a low growl to erupt from deep within his chest. He stepped forward, the fingers of his right hand biting into Marcus' side, his left pushing up Marcus' back palm smoothing itself flat against him as he devoured Marcus' mouth. His hips moved forward in a slow, hard grind as his lips left Marcus', fastening again on one of the marks he'd made earlier, turning it brighter.

"I love the way you smell," he whispered. "I could bottle this scent and use it as cologne, I swear."

[Tammika]

"I don't know, Musk of Marcus? Maybe I could make money off of it." he giggled, eyes drooping from Raa's grinding into him and being tired. The feeling of one less layer of fabric between them was getting a little dangerous for him, but he was starting not to care. He swiveled his hips again and giggled, pretending to try and pull away from Raa as he nipped at his neck again. Being with him made him so relaxed, but lack of sleep, even though they did nap, was starting to catch up to him. He stretched in Raa's arms and tried to stifle a yawn unsuccessfully. "Mmm sorry, a full stomach and sexy males name Raa munching on my neck have that relaxing effect on me. Partially full, there's more pizza calling my name."

[TruthSayer]

"No way are you ever allowed to sell this," Raa muttered, licking a path up Marcus' neck to his ear, "It's all mine. And your taste, too. Bottle that and use it as salad dressing."

He pulled back when Marcus stretched, shaking his head and grinning as he took Marcus' hand and pulled him into the bedroom. "Then eat, and watch Aliens..." He glanced at the television screen, "2, and call your dad and tell him you're staying the night."

Raa dug in the bottom drawer of his dresser, pulling out a pair of ACDC pajama bottoms and a large tee shirt, tossing them to Marcus. He grinned at him from the bedroom doorway. "I'll try very hard not to molest you in your sleep," he quipped, only half joking, before he closed the door behind himself and made his way down the hall.

[Tammika]

Marcus managed to polish off an entire pizza before sleep over came him. He had called his family and was met by a complaining Sam. Derrick had dropped her off hours ago and she expected Marcus to be home tonight. He was very touched she was so overprotective of him, but surprised when he could tell she was actually tearing up. "Sam it's over night, I'm not leaving the country. I've been go longer for swim meets anyway." His dad only approved after Marcus confirmed, repeatedly, they were in separate rooms. While confirming his safety with his dad and a quick "I love you" to his mom, he changed into the clothes Raa had given him, immediately passing out when he hung up.

Morning found him shirtless again, flat on his stomach with his arms curled around one of Raa's pillows. He thought the nap with Raa was excellent, but sleeping surrounded by the smell of Raa had left him with some seriously erotic dreams. When first light hit him he opened his eyes a little confused, but smiled and squeezed the pillow tighter when he recognized the room. He closed them and fell back asleep.

[TruthSayer]

Raa had spent the next four hours that night alternating between watching the Aliens marathon, and watching Marcus sleep. It wasn't late when Marcus fell asleep, and after such a long nap that day, Raa was a little concerned how easily he fell asleep that evening; Raa, himself, wouldn't be seeking his own pillow until eleven, at least.

Or the pillow in the guest bedroom, as Marcus was fast asleep curled around his own. He turned off the television, put pizza boxes in the trash and soda cups in the sink, and pulled the covers up to Marcus' neck, leaning down to kiss him on the side of his mouth before he left the room, pulling the door closed behind him.

He woke up to the alarm on his cell phone, blinking in the darkness of the room with slight disorientation until he remembered that Marcus was in his bed, and grinned into the inky predawn, wondering if just one night of sleep would make his bedclothes smell like Marcus. He brushed his teeth with a spare brush in the guest bath, not wanting to chance waking Marcus before he was ready by going into his room to retrieve his own, and found a pair of his own track pants folded on the dryer. He slipped them on, along with one of Kendall's sweat shirts, pulled on his sneakers, and set out into the cold dry air outside for his ritual run.

He returned an hour later, took a shower, ate breakfast, and sneaked into his room, crawling into bed behind Marcus as he flipped on the television to ESPN and turned it down so low he could barely hear it. He laid on his side, right arm drawn up under his head, left arm draping itself over Marcus' back as NFL Replay came on TV.

[Tammika]

Marcus moaned, buried his face in the pillow and moaned again, a long purring moan as he stretched both arms and legs, arching his back. After squirming in place a few more minutes he rolled over and without even opening his eyes grinned and buried his face into Raa's neck, snuggling closer. Scratchy muffled morning voice croaked a good morning to Raa. "Yeah, I could get used to this really easy. Waking up next to you is just... I'm ruined now, just ruined."

[TruthSayer]

Raa breathed a laugh, hand smoothing up Marcus' back. He had enjoyed watching Marcus sleep, the different expressions on his face as dreams passed through his mind before smoothing out into complete innocence again. The sound of his breathing, quiet except for the occasional hitching moan, was soothing enough to lull Raa into a half-sleep that was awash with images and sounds that left Raa's memory as soon as they entered it. "Think your parents would adopt me? Then we could do this every morning."

[Tammika]

"No way, then I'd have to share you with my family. I shall kidnap you and take you away to a secret cabin in the mountains, so I will have you all to myself. Mine mine mine." he popped his head up and leaned in rubbing his nose against Raa' before nibbling on his bottom lip. "All mine." Another quick move and he had rolled off the bed onto the floor standing to properly complete his morning stretching routine. Being this close to Raa first thing in the morning was nice, but dangerous, so he made a quick escape to tame the excitement growing in his pants.

"I should just back away. I'm sure my breath is horrid and the bed head is a bit scary." He grinned running a hand through his hair, which promptly fell back into his face. No shirt, pants, a little too big, hanging on his hips, marks from Raa all over his neck and upper chest. If only what looked like had happened had actually happened. He giggled to himself and sat on the floor. He went through a few stretches, mentally cringing as the random thought of swimming next week dropped into his head.

"Mind if I shower?" His eye caught the fake tattoo on his hip and his grin grew. "How long you think this will last? Oh! Oh! Wild thought! I should take a picture of this!" He dove for his phone and then off to the bathroom, now completely distracted with taking a picture. His mind was much clearer today and he was well on his way back to hyper Marcus.

[TruthSayer]

"You're probably right," Raa said. "'Raa ibn Tariq ibn Aban-Badi Al-Davenport sounds pretty funny anyway."

He propped himself up on his elbows, enjoying the show of Marcus stretching, the delightful phenomenon known as 'morning wood' outlined just barely within the baggy folds of Raa's house pants, an area on Marcus' body that Raa focused on just as intently as the ink running up Marcus' side; he could definitely get used to a tattoo there. He didn't mind horrible breath, or bedhead, despite the fact that it was quite... amusing, to see half of Marcus' hair sticking up that way, and made a grab for Marcus, intent on hauling him right back to Raa's side, but caught air as Marcus sank to the floor; Raa turned on his stomach and watched him, enjoying the chatter, the lithe energy that captured any room he stepped into immediately simmering in every movement he made.

Raa was glad to see that coming back, feeling something that he didn't even know was out-of-sync within him slide into its proper place.

"Depends on how hard you scrub when you shower," Raa answered, watching the phone in Marcus' hand; he didn't hate cameras in general, or having one in the room with him, or having others get their pictures taken when he was in the general proximity, but it still made his stomach squirm. "Could last a few days, or a week."

[Tammika]

In the middle of stretching his arm above his head and posing in the bathroom mirror his loving sister decided to call. "Oh come on! I had it lined up.." Stomping followed by a brief pause came from the bathroom. "What, Sam, and make it good, I'm busy. Yes, I'm up, I answered the phone Sam. Awe! Thanks Imp, yes I did sleep fine, I did miss you though. You trying to send me on a guilt trip? You didn't have to do that, dad always says that." He leaned out the bathroom door. "Sam says hello and good morning, Raa."

After trying three times he finally hung up on Sam, though she called right back both screaming and laughing at him. "I'm trying to take a picture Sam call Raa's phone and bug him!" He did manage to finally get a good picture, which he promptly sent to Raa's phone. He took shower in record time and came out in just his jeans and wet hair. The fake tattoo was still there but not quite as dark as it was before. He flopped down next to Raa. "I'm putting my jeans back on, but can I have a shirt? Mine has pizza on it."

[TruthSayer]

"That's because you eat like a pig," Raa quipped, but got up and grabbed a plain black long sleeved tee shirt from his closet and handed it to Marcus, giving him a kiss. "You hungry? Can't cook you eggs, but I can pour a mean bowl of Cheerios."

[Tammika]

"And your point? food loves me, I love food, sometimes it's messy but that's the fun part when it comes to love." He kissed him back hard and quick, with a loud smacking sound as he snapped his head back dramatically. "Muah baby. Yes Cheerios is fine. I'll try and mind my manners and not eat half the box. Or I can cook some eggs, whichever just as long as the Marcus gets foodage."

[TruthSayer]

"My refrigerator is yours for the pillaging," Raa said, thinking he could indulge in a second breakfast, himself. "Make me some french toast?" he asked over his shoulder, leading the way to the kitchen, catching sight of the note laid out on the island, Aban's flowing Arabic saying he and Kendall were gone for the morning to the local farmer's market, Kendall's left-handed scrawl beneath it saying simple "NO SEX" in capital letters, underlined, and gone over several times in a black pen to make it look bold and forbidding.

Raa snorted, holding up the note for Marcus to see. "You'd think they expect us to get pregnant or something."

[Tammika]

"Oooh yes! French toast and eggs? I can do that for you." he was already in chef mode, pinning his half dry hair out of his eyes and pushing up his sleeves. He was somewhat familiar with Raa's kitchen but still needed Raa to gather a few items for him. "I'll have your baby Raa." he joked with a wink. "Oh my god I love kids, they are so adorable. The kids I work with for day camp on Saturdays are the cutest! You should see them and their tiny little tennis rackets. Hey babe? Where's the cinnamon?" He rambled on about the group of seven year olds he and Derrick coached and taught. Both of them decided a long time ago that teaching for free rotating around a few local camps, youth centers and day cares was a fun way to get in their volunteer hours for college and keep up their tennis skills.

Before long the food was finished and Marcus was setting plates on the table, on the table and wiping off the counters. "There you are my prince charming," he bowed deeply, speaking with a pretty good French accent. "A meal made by my hands filled with my love for you. Shall I prepare your plate and feed you?" He wiggled his eyebrows, but was more than willing to do it. "I have this sinfully scandalous vision of me straddling your lap while you lick syrup from my fingers, forgive me."