Crisco is for Sissies[M]

[TruthSayer]

Annoying... Marcus' friend... Annoying... Made Marcus laugh... Harmless...?

Dead, that's what Kevin was. Raa leaped the bench after him, sneakers squealing on the subway tile floor as he tore around the corner, hand grabbing the edge of the row of lockers to swing him around the bend, his open hand smacking the locker door just inches from Kevin's face. The motion jarred his arm, sending a shock wave of pain beneath the cast as a small chunk of it covering the lower portion of his palm cracked off. He grinned, standing close enough to Kevin to feel his skin brush against the leather of his jacket.

"Hm..." he said, head tilting to one side as he spoke low, tone that of a lover. "Nice joke about the coach. I don't mind that, and in all honesty, I don't mind the threesome jokes. But I would greatly appreciate it if you didn't check my boyfriend out like that, okay? Notice how fuckably hot he is?" He put his hand on the back of Kevin's neck, leading him around the row of lockers to Marcus, his eyes traveling with worshipful appreciation along the lithe plains of Marcus' body. "Sure. I mean, anyone but a blind guy couldn't help but notice that. But keep in mind, Kevin, that comments and roaming eyes should be kept to a minimum, especially when I'm around. Because, and I'll admit this, too, I'm the jealous type, and it kinda makes me want to hit something. K?"

Would he actually hit Kevin? Possibly not, given the promise he'd made to Mr. Davenport, and he wasn't the type to ask someone to do his dirty work for him. It had been a long while since he'd been in a fight, but hopefully his reputation was still sound enough that Kevin remembered his penchant for laying someone flat with one well-aimed punch.

[Tammika]

Shock embarrassment, flattery followed by a healthy dose of love and admiration for the protective nature (pronounced overprotective) of his wonderful boyfriend Raa was a very odd mixture of emotions. The combination of them all made him laugh. It was a nervous laughter as he watched Raa take off after Kevin, jumping the bench effortlessly.

"Try not to break anything, namely Jacobs. If we do kill him we should make it look like an accident." Marcus stepped over to his locker hearing mumbling echos of Raa's voice around the corner, threats evident by the tone and most of the words rang loud and clear. He didn't know they were peeking around the corner since he had turned his back to them to grab shampoo out of his bag and strip out of his suit. So as Raa's little talk with Kevin was coming to an end, they both got an eyeful of Marcus' from the back completely naked. "I'm hitting the shower, don't murder anyone while I'm in there!"

"Um.. yeah Raa, okay... but... Oh shit I'm just gonna close my eyes now, so you don't kill me 'cause Marcus is like totally-" He was afraid to say the word with Raa's hands this close to him. He was very into self preservation. "And just for the record, I'm straight dude, but I have no issues with gay people. Yeah, Davenport's in good shape and all but I'm not into dudes. I really like boobs way too much. But seriously, I joke everybody man. Gay, straight, black, white purple with stripes. All free game, but yeah. I get your message and totally meant no disrespect." Kevin was adequately terrified but the joking was a hard thing to stop for the official class clown. "So just so you know I understand, I'm just gonna dry off, get dressed and shower when I get home. Cool, right? Because I really like my face exactly the way it is. I'm fatally allergic to swelling and broken bones."

[TruthSayer]

Raa tilted his head to the side, fingers convulsing lightly at the view of Marcus' naked backside, eyes trailing slowly over what was revealed to him. Maybe he would try to talk Marcus out of those tattoos. As much as Raa liked ink, it would be a massive shame to have anything covering any part of that skin.

It took his mind a moment to focus on the babbling beside him, snapping back to attention at the words 'gay people'. It was somewhat difficult to understand what Kevin was saying, his words slurring into one another, and one part of Raa felt entirely too pleased that he still had that effect on people. Another part of him felt bad about it.

"Hey," he said, voice a little kinder than it had been a moment ago as he shifted his hand from the back of Kevin's neck to his shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. "I said I didn't mind joking. What I mind is where your eyes go when you do joke. That 'little soldier'? My little soldier. Right?"

[Tammika]

"Right. Yours. Totally. Got it.... Can I go now?" He noted the change in Raa's voice and was happy he wasn't too pissed at him. He liked to joke in fun, not really hurt any feelings or anything like that. It was purely about making people laugh, but it still got him in trouble on occasions. He ran his mouth a lot so that was part of the problem too. When Raa let him go he did just as he promised and left after getting dressed and saying bye to both Marcus, who was out of the shower, and Raa.

Fully dressed with a towel drying his hair Marcus gave Raa a curious glance. "What did you say to him? I've never seen him leave so fast and without showering either? He really is harmless you know. Just a smartass like me. We give the coach hell on a regular basis." Marus grinned at Raa and pulled a strand of hair into his face, crossing his eyes to look at it. "I think I'm gonna dye my hair again. I'm tired of the blond. Maybe leave the underside blond and go back to my natural color everywhere else. What do you think?"

[TruthSayer]

Raa took up position against the bank of lockers facing the showers, arms crossed lightly over his chest as he watched Kevin ready himself to leave. A worm of unease worked its way through him when he caught sight of Marcus walking through the thick cloud of steam his shower had caused, making him shift uncomfortably. He'd shown mild possessiveness before, had put his arm around Marcus as he shot others dark looks, even gone so far as to be openly rude to some, but he'd never threatened them before. He wasn't sure what it was about Kevin. Maybe it was the circumstance?

Whatever it was, he wanted Marcus to have friends. He wanted Marcus to laugh. He just didn't want those friends to overstep what Raa perceived to be a very clear line. The exact same line that Jessica had crossed with him, and at times Raa felt no less jealous, or insecure, as Marcus had felt back then. Marcus' laughter before he'd taken off to the shower had sounded flustered, something Raa had initially taken for pleasure. But now... He didn't want Marcus to think he couldn't have friends and play around with them anymore than Marcus wanted him to think that.

"Hm?" he asked, glancing up at Marcus, hands falling to stuff themselves into his pockets. He had no idea where Kevin had gone - he couldn't hear him moving around anymore, and he had no idea what Marcus had just said. "Sure. Sounds great."

[Tammika]

Marcus wrapped the towel around Raa's waist and pulled him closer. "Are you even listening to me?" He kissed him hard and quick on the mouth, making a loud popping sound as he pulled away just as suddenly. "I'm starving and I have to get Sam from a friends house today."

He hesitated as what Derrick had told him drifted back to him. "Derrick's got some...stuff to do and can't do it." He crammed his stuff in his bag and slung it over his shoulder.

"Ready?"

[TruthSayer]

"I'm listening," Raa said, pushing himself away from the wall as he followed Marcus out. "And Sam's going to be disappointed."

That derailed his plans. Because of the bike and school, Marcus and he hadn't spent as much time alone together as he was used to. But, if Sam was up for it, he supposed he could treat them both out to a cheap supper.

[Tammika]

Marcus felt a shitty mood creeping up on him. The end of the day signaled relax time and a replay of all the events good and bad. No Derrick for a year was bad and like a little girl he felt he was going to cry any second, but he was happy he seemed to be doing a good job of controlling it... not holding it in and hiding it, but controlling it.

"Um..." He bit his bottom lip, a habit from his snake bites. The click of the metal was usually a comfort, but he couldn't wear them at school. He had only just started wearing them again since his mouth was all busted up. "How about we go to my house. I feel like cooking and mom and dad are gone 'til late tonight so dinner is on me anyway." Cooking. yes. That would help him unwind and explain to Raa what was on his mind. He had been getting better at opening up to Raa lately and it felt good. It was amazing how Raa could tell when something was bothering him, it made it easier to talk.

[TruthSayer]

Raa slung an arm around Marcus' shoulders, pulling him tight to his side. "Sounds good to me," he said, stomach choosing to let out a light growl to punctuate his words.

He took a deep breath of fresh air when they stepped outside, puffing out a breath that fogged heavily on the air. "So what's Derrick up to, anyway? Blowing off Sam to make out with Gwen?"

[Tammika]

"I knew you'd like that. If all goes as planned we can snuggle on the couch and stuff our faces while Sam hides out in her room watching Doctor Who." Hopefully it would. Only Raa time would cure this funk he felt.

"No. He's getting all the proper documentation together for his passport. Seems he's one of the exchange students heading for Europe next year. He's going to France for a year, Raa." Marcus kept his head down as he walked. "Seven years. Inseparable for seven years and now he takes off to fucking France without me." He felt so pathetic but it was the truth. His bestie was leaving him and he should be supporting him, but he was having a hard time handling it.

[TruthSayer]

"Wow..." Raa wasn't entirely sure how to respond to that. Friends had never been easy for Raa to acquire, and many that he'd had over the years had either clung to him because of his brawler reputation, hoping for protection, or had gone on to bigger and better things, like Ben. Julian was the only true friend Raa could claim aside from Marcus, and he knew that despite the short two years they'd been friends that if it was Julian moving to France, it would hurt like hell. Still, not one of his friends had done for him what Derrick had done for Marcus.

"Want me to go beat him up before he gets on the plane? He can't leave if he's in traction," he joked, lifting one eyebrow as he glanced at Marcus from the corner of his eye. "But seriously, that really sucks. It's a great opportunity, but man..." He pressed a kiss to the side of Marcus' head. "I'm sorry, baby."

[Tammika]

"There's an idea. But then I'd be sad if he was in pain. Maybe we could kidnap him. I'll keep him tied up in my closet." He groaned and leaned into Raa as he placed a kiss on him. "It does suck."

Marcus stopped walking when they were near his car. he turned and leaned on Raa, dropping his bag and burying his head on Raa's shoulder. First he sighed and then the tears came after. "This really really sucks."

[TruthSayer]

Raa rubbed light circles on Marcus' back, holding him close as he slipped Marcus' backpack off and placed it onto his own shoulder, its weight knocking lightly into his own.

"He'll be back," he said, pressing a kiss to Marcus' cheek, tasting the saltiness of his tears. "And you've got me. You'll always have me." He could never be a replacement, and he would never try to be, but he would do what he could to heal the hurt.

[Tammika]

A stupid thought came to mind and Marcus started to giggle. He was trying to stop crying and it came out as snorting and chuckling. "We are so messed up Raa. Have you noticed we're always crying in parking lots and making out in the bathroom? Some how it's disturbing and hilarious. An normally isn't it the other way around?" He was concentrating on the silliness of it to try and clear his mind, but he wanted to get it all out so he didn't make Derrick upset by crying for the next few months until he left.

[TruthSayer]

Raa pulled back, feigning shock. "And what's wrong with making out in bathrooms? I find the slight sewer smell gives a nice touch of ambiance to the situation. Throw in some candles and a couple of throws, and you've got your own personal Hilton!"

[Tammika]

Marcus's phone rang while he was laughing at Raa's comment. He only answered it because he recognized the ring as Sam's. He chatted to her briefly and then hung up. His face was still a little red from crying but he had a devious little twinkle in his eyes.

"Um...I don't think it's a good idea for you to come over... Sam's staying at her friends and mom and dad will pick her up on their way back..so like... for the next few hours my house will be ....empty." And Marcus totally did nt trust his emotions. He felt like drowning himself in Raa that very second. The fact that losing his virginity in the back of his mustang in the school parking lot was sounding appealing clued him in to the dangerous mood he was shifting into. He even licked his lips subconsciously as he stared at Raa, relishing the thought.

[TruthSayer]

Though he felt a stirring at the thought, fluttering lightly and tantalizingly through flesh still sensitive from before, Raa shrugged, shifting his arms to fold his hands behind his own back as he nodded, a playful twitch at the corner of his mouth. "Understandable," he said, nodding wisely. "I think I might head back to the bathrooms anyway. There's one by the garage I know we haven't been to yet and I want to scope out the possibilities."

[Tammika]

Marcus' mouth dropped open and an eyebrow twitched... things twitched below his belt too, but they had been that way for the past half hour. He casually opened his car door, tossed in all his bags and then looped his arm in Raa's. It would only be fitting to christen every fucking bathroom in the building. He leaned in and kissed Raa hard on the mouth pulling away with a wet smack. Not the exaggerated playful kind, a sensual needy one that lit his insides on fire. He was sure every time he kissed the boy he felt something new. "Damn I like the way you taste. Shall we?" Nothing in his hands now he let go of Raa and started towards the building again. When he was a few yards in front of Raa he took off running in a full sprint.

[TruthSayer]

Raa's arms came forward, fingers digging lightly into Marcus' sides as he stepped forward, fitting their bodies together. The warm wash of Marcus' breath on his cheek, coupled with the cold air and the taste of his mouth caused a shiver to run sensuously through his body, a low groan passing from his lips to Marcus'.

Glassy-eyed and slightly out of breath, he nodded a bit dumbly at Marcus' suggestion, his mind taking a moment to fully absorb his words. By the time it did, Marcus was more than halfway to the building. Raa's face split into a grin as he shrugged his backpack off, allowing it to fall unimpeded to the ground before giving it a kick that landed it beneath the Mustang before he took off after him.

It was a fun game of cat and mouse, Raa moving fast enough to keep Marcus in sight, yet slow enough to where the only time he lost sight of the lithe movement of muscle beneath Marcus' tight jeans were the few seconds during which he'd disappeared around a corner.

At least once... he thought, We are going to actually have sex in this school instead of just making out in it.

[Tammika]

It had been ages since Marcus came through this part of the school. He didn't have any classes on this side, but his freshman year they were forced to tour the entire school since it was so huge. He slipped through the open yard part between the supply sheds taking the long way inside the building. A few classes were actually staying after working until sun down on a few habitat for humanity houses. After making a quick series of turns he stopped and crouched behind a large pallet stacked with two by fours.

One familiar face looked at him puzzled but he put a finger to his lips and grinned. Nathan rolled his eyes when he looked around, realizing his game with Raa and made motions like he was puking. Apparently Raa was closer behind him than he thought. Marcus stuck out his tongue at Nathan and flipped him off.