Crisco is for Sissies[M]

[TruthSayer]

Raa breathed evenly through his nose, breaths coming just a little quicker as he paused beside a stack of saw horses, glancing around. He'd lost sight of Marcus, but was close enough behind him that he doubted Marcus would have had time to duck inside the building without him seeing. Students milled, some throwing him curious glances, but not enough for Marcus to successfully hide behind, though the amount of neatly stacked building materials waiting to be delivered to the next housing site was astounding; it would be possible for Marcus to move among them without Raa ever catching sight of him.

A dreadful outcome that Raa refused to allow, because even though the Blue Balls Complex he often complained to Marcus about was just as painful as the name let on, he was more than willing to do so if it meant sucking on Marcus' fingers.

He took a step toward the massive rolls of sand papery shingles, steeled in his resolve to not be able to walk properly later, when he saw Nathan, a kid Marcus often talked to but one that Raa had only met once, making gagging motions as he glanced away from him and into the shadows between the school's long wall and a pallet of 2x4s. He grinned so wide it hurt his cheeks, nodded his thanks to Nathan though he wondered if Nathan would know what he was thanking him for, and glided on nearly silent feet toward the pallet, creeping up on Marcus from behind.

[Tammika]

His hiding place sucked.

He had hoped to get to the building without Raa seeing him, but he didn't expect him to be so close so soon. All that sprinting across the football field was more than just a nice ass in tight pants after all. He crawled along the length of the pallet on all fours, Toes and fingertips moving silently and glancing from between whenever a crack came along. He couldn't see Raa. That was not good.

When he could see nothing he darted to the next one until he was far away from the class but much closer to the door at the end of the building, just around the corner. It was too wide an opening to go for the large garage doors so he moved towards the smaller entrance door further down the wall. No Raa, no other student , no teachers. Sweet. He made a dash for the corner and the door. AT the last minute... he hoped it wasn't locked yet.

[TruthSayer]

Raa rather enjoyed the catlike display of Marcus crawling on all fours before him as he crept around the corner of the pallet, pausing just at the edge of it with his head tilted to the side in appreciation. He'd not seen Marcus from exactly this angle before, his mind mentally supplying the naked white flesh of his backside he'd more than glimpsed in the locker room. Arousal fluttered within him, especially when he noticed that students and teachers had all gone inside one of the open garage doors.

When Marcus made a dash for the door, Raa shot forward into a dead run, arms coming around Marcus' middle just as he reached the door. He twisted, pulling Marcus down, making sure that his back hit the grass first to cushion the impact of the fall as Marcus' weight landed on top of him. Their momentum carried them behind a long row of masonite, ending with Marcus pinned face down in the grass.

"Got ya," Raa grunted in a whisper, grin pulling his mouth wide as he sat up, straddling Marcus' ass.

[Tammika]

To suddenly be snatched out of the air by an unseen force is a very surreal experience. One to be remembered for days to come, but being slammed face down in the grass by Raa had to be one of the most erotic things he had ever had happen to him. Either he was a tad bit of a masochist or just to young to know better. The combination of knowing he was being stalked by Raa he mentally added to the equation of quality time in his list 'things to do with Raa'.

His side hurt a little and he had to spit grass out of his mouth, but once he stopped the insane giggle fit, encouraged even more by Raa's triumph declaration he wiggled his butt. "That was fun. Who knew hide and seek was so..invigorating?"

[TruthSayer]

Raa dropped to his hands and knees, head bent as his eyes tracked along the long line of Marcus' back to the sensual rise of his rear where it meshed with his groin, watching with interest the slight bulge that formed as Marcus wiggled his ass.

"Hide and go seek in the dark?" Raa suggested quietly, lowering himself completely onto Marcus, shifting his hips against him to find a more comfortable position as he licked a line up the back of Marcus' neck. "Loser has to strip. God, I would love to see you strip..." Sensual music, the movement of his body the way he'd moved at Halloween. They could make a game of that, too, seeing how long Raa could keep his hands to himself.

[Tammika]

"In the dark? Strip? Oh hella yeah." Marcus practically purred under Raa's weight as he lowered himself. "I hate pants. Pants you are my enemy. I desire to be .. oh god Raa-" He lost his total train of thought as Raa licked the back of his neck and despite Raa's weight he still managed to instinctively arch his back squirming his body and writhing beneath him. He took advantage of his position and rolled his hips into the grass and alternately lifted pressing his ass into Raa. "Shit Raa let me roll over. I'm fuckin' dry humping the grass."

[TruthSayer]

Raa's fingers bit into the cold earth as Marcus moved beneath him, digging rents into it that caked dirt beneath his nails, toes curling inside his sneakers. He breathed out a laugh at Marcus' words, lifting himself up onto hands and knees even as he said, "And what's wrong with dry humping the grass? I'm sure that's the most action it's seen a long time. You've probably made its day."

[Tammika]

He snickered lightly. "So you plan to let the grass have all the Marcus action?" He rolled over when Raa lifted, face red from both running and Raa, big goofy grin on his face, hair wild. He put both hands on Raa's face and brushed his cheeks with his thumb. "God I love you. You are so fucking gorgeous inside and out. Can't we just have wild sex anyway and just lie to our parents, 'cause I could so go for being thoroughly fucked right now. I don't even know what that feels liked and feel addicted to it. I want it." He put one hand down to prop himself up on an elbow to bridge the gap. Kissing him between short whispers of his desire for him. "Want you. In me. So bad right now." He didn't feel like holding his feelings in, he knew it was what Raa was thinking about as much as him. It seemed so unfair. He grabbed Raa's shirt and pulled him down on top of him. "Please? Let's fucking lie or fuck and then lie.. whatever!" He giggled as he greedily kissed every inch of exposed skin he could get to in his position.

[TruthSayer]

My God, he wanted it. The idea of throwing caution to the wind was so fucking tempting that for a moment all thought vanished. So many dreams had revolved around Marcus saying those very things, so many ruined Kleenexes and sticky sheets in the middle of the night. Those words slammed straight into his flesh, igniting so many different points along his body that Raa had to suck in a sudden sharp breath to dampen the burn.

Marcus' body was perfect beneath his own, slim and hard and muscular as it moved against him, fingers groping, lips nipping, and Raa drown in it, head tilting upward to allow him better access to his neck, the fingers of his left hand sliding down Marcus' side to slip beneath the hem of his shirt, pushing it upward as his hips thoughtlessly pushed down.

But as much as he wanted it, as much as yearned for a silent cabin and bed sheets and nothing between them but the darkness and the long uninterrupted hours it held, he knew that it wouldn't happen. Couldn't happen. He held the respect of very few people in his life, and losing even one person's respect for one moment of premature bliss, however much longed for, was not something Raa wanted, and no matter what Marcus said, he didn't think Marcus wanted that, either.

He found Marcus' lips, giving him a kiss far gentler and longer than those Marcus had been giving him. "But what would I get you for your birthday if we did?" he asked when he pulled back, running light fingers over Marcus' cheek.

[Tammika]

Marcus whimpered as Raa kissed him in total addiction to the rush. "Why do you have to be so reasonable and make sense and and... I think I need another kiss. Then after that I promise I'll be a good boy. We are still gonna go to the bathroom right? It needs to be added to our sacred places list."

[TruthSayer]

Raa chuckled and sat up, straddling Marcus' hips. Sacred, indeed. Maybe he would commemorate a stall in each bathroom as a shrine. Given Marcus' mood, though... Normally, it was Marcus who threw ration into the situation, and Raa wasn't entirely sure enough of himself to be able to hold himself back again. He wasn't exactly able to think clearly with Marcus chewing on his neck, and his neck was one of the first places Marcus went. Not that Raa particularly minded that fact.

"I think we should ditch CA tomorrow and christen the bathroom then," he said, grinning. "There's just something amazingly erotic about you trying to be quiet while I try to make you scream."

[Tammika]

"Ditch CA again? Hmm, well I guess there's no way we could pull it off with Biology. The Thantos is a bulldog, we'd be in so much trouble we'll be pissing species classification for days. How about you ditch English? I have algebra two at that time and Mr. Hill loves me to pieces."

They laid on the side of the building for a few more minutes before Nathan came along to give them a warning about the approaching teacher, of course, not before he teased them a bit. Getting him chased by Marcus halfway around the school. It helped him work off all the worried energy he built up about Derrick. Finally Marcus gave Raa a ride home, whining about making out with him on the couch in the den at his house being only a fantasy. He knew it was the best choice.

Time seemed to move slow. Normally Christmas break was over so fast he felt as though he'd skipped it, but because he wanted his birthday to be here yesterday, time moved like pond water. He spent most of his days studying and swimming, moving his personal practice time to the pool at Derrick's apartment instead of his backyard once it got too cold. This Christmas was special since he was with Raa now. He bugged him about a gift, but he always brushed it off since he didn't personally celebrate the holiday. Marcus eventually dropped the topic, but secretly searched all month for the perfect gift.

He was very disappointed it didn't arrive in time for Christmas, since he had the mystery gift specially engraved, but once it did arrive he knew it was well worth the wait. It arrived on the 31st of December and he walked around with a goofy grin on his face, planning to give it to him at the new years eve party that night.

[TruthSayer]

"We can't put the table here," Raa said with a frown, hands palm down on the table in question as he looked at Julian over it's long surface.

"Why not?" Julian asked a bit absently, glancing at the calm surface of the water they stood beside. Raa didn't blame him. He couldn't wait for the party to start, either, and with the pool being in doors, no one would freeze their asses off as the snow falling outside slowly accumulated into drifts. That, and Raa had finally gotten his cast off yesterday. Not that he really wanted to show his arm to anyone. Six weeks without being able to work out his right forearm created an almost mutant like difference between right and left; his left arm and upper right arm reflected the jock he was, while his right forearm looked like it should belong to a computer geek who spent hours in their mother's basement dreaming up the next virus to take over the technological world. At the moment, he hid behind the thick sleeves of his leather jacket.

"Because it doesn't go here," Raa stated.

"Go here?" Julian asked, one brow raised slightly as he adopted the same pose Raa held. "Go here? Should we put it by the potted plants in that corner? Would that help the zen-like flow, or is the table being in this spot offending your natural interior decorating tendencies? I am amazed it took you until this year to discover you're gay."

Raa's eyes narrowed, hands balling into fists against the table top. "Asshole-"

"Jock strap," Julian interrupted casually.

Raa grit his teeth. "Prick, liste-"

"Grunt swipe," Julian interrupted again.

Raa clenched his jaw so tight it gained an instant headache. Instead of opening his mouth again, he looked pointedly toward the wall, where two doors, each one marked as either the male or female restrooms attached to the pool room, were completely blocked by the long table resting up against them.

Julian followed his glance, stood silently for a moment, then nodded and picked up his side of the table. "I think we should move the table over there," he said, nodding toward an open expanse of wall in front of floor to ceiling windows.

Raa closed his eyes, took a deep breath to steady himself, and lifted his end of the table.

He kept reminding himself that Julian was his friend, that he and Marcus had agreed to come early to help set up for the party tonight because of that fact, although Raa knew he would much rather be spending time in the Graves' apartment three floors above with Marcus instead of fighting with Julian about tables and chairs blocking various entrances and exits into the pool area. The best little tiff had been when Julian had wanted to put a bank of chairs in front of the fire exit.

"So what if it blocks the fire exit?" Julian had argued, actually showing some irritation in the form of a severe frown. "If the building catches on fire, we can all just jump in the pool."

Raa had let that one slide.

[Tammika]

"A bell? You got him a damn bell? What the hell? What the fuck is a guardian bell? Oh hey that rhymes. Go Derrick." He started his lame dance in his seat at his desk and Marcus slapped him in the back of the head. They were supposed to be bring down the food they had just finished preparing and the plates and cups, but they took a break to chat online with Derrick's French exchange student pal. Derrick wanted to introduce him to Marcus since he would be on. For him it was already the New Year so he was sure to be still up.

"I love the way that sounds when you have a fresh haircut." Marcus patted Derrick's head and his hand was instantly twisted away and locked behind his back without Derrick even leaving his chair.

"Ow ow ow ow! Okay I'll quit!" Marcus was laughing despite the slight pain. He deemed it worth it because of the sound.

"Damn straight, I hate it when you do that. It's bad enough my mom does it too." Marcus pretended to relax but when Derrick let up he twisted loose and put him in a headlock.

"Yeah! How you like that huh huh?! Who's ya daddy? Say it!"

"Fuck! Hell no, you freak! It's on now." In seconds they were both twisted on the floor, both of them wearing mostly black, it would have been hard to tell who was who if it wasn't for the flashes of pale skin when Marcus' shirt came up. He wore all black except his shirt had 'happy new year bitch' in silver letters across the front. He had dyed his hair back to its natural dark color, leaving the underside blonde, a fact only noticeable when he shook his head hard or lifted it.

The impromptu wrestling match was brought to a halt when the computer chimed. Chris had logged in finally.

[TruthSayer]

Christian Laviere slumped down in his seat, desk top aglow before him, the Eiffel Tower shining spectacularly just three blocks away through the large paned window at his left. Below, merrymakers clogged the Rue de l'Universite, the police diverting traffic as far around the Eiffel Tower as possible as all of Paris flocked to its base, oohing and awing over the fireworks breaking through the black of the night as they had been continuously for the past two hours. Two am, and were it not for his chat date with Derrick Graves, Christian would be down there along with them.

He clicked onto the internet and threw a glance in the mirror over his dresser to ensure he was presentable before clicking into Skype and reaching up to adjust the webcam perched on top of his monitor.

"Allons, Derrick ... Les jolies femmes m'attendent ..." he muttered, tapping his finger lightly against the desktop as he waited for Derrick to accept the request to chat.

[Tammika]

"Whoa whoa whoa! Come on let go, that's Chris. Didn't you hear it?"

"You let go first, then...I'll think about it."

"Fine. On three?"

They counted down and on three Marcus gave Derrick another slap in the back of the head before he let him up. Still laughing Marcus scooted up to the desk on his knees while a tired Derrick sat in the chair. Marcus leaned his head on his shoulder as he got comfortable, still raking his hands through his hair to make it presentable again.

"Get off me dude." Derrick nudged him with an elbow, but wasn't that serious. He was a little lighter on his 'rules' when they were alone, knowing Marcus was just a huggy kind of person and he seriously didn't mind, though he'd never say that out loud.

"No, I'm tired and you're comfy. Now where's the french dude? God, my french is seriously rusty..."

Derrick hit accept an the screen instantly showed Chris.

"Hey, man. I didn't think you'd actually be on. Was afraid I dragged Marcus in here for nothin. Happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year!" Marcus stuck his face in front of Derricks and waved. He was sideways so most of his hair still covered his face. Derrick promptly shoved him out of the way. and he exaggerated by falling completely to the floor. He popped back up beside him leaning on him like a puppy, even debated hanging his tongue out and panting.

"..And that is my psycho best friend Marcus I've been telling you about. You are gonna have to take care of his clown ass when you get here." Derrick joked, but Marcus turned a childlike serious face to him

"I can take care of my ass all by my self or Raa can-" A hand was clamped over his mouth.

"Just don't go there okay.. just don't." Marcus was giggling around Derricks hand.

[TruthSayer]

Christian lifted one brow, a friendly of somewhat distant smile hidden behind his hand as he leaned his cheek into his palm. Another idiot American. And to top it all off, he was expected to babysit the idiot American. Wonderful.

"'Appy New Year," he drawled, nodding to them both. "Marcus, eet iz nice to meet you. Derrick 'as indeed told me much of you. I 'ope zat when we at last meet in person, you are able to 'elp me with my English. As you can 'ear, eet iz not very good."

[Tammika]

Another secret weakness he is afraid to share with Raa is accents..any accent outside the USA is so hot. He could sit all day and listen to Aban talk and tell long stories about some random topic and when Raa speaks his native language...it could be the death of him, but at least he would die with a smile on his face.

The french dudes accent was hot, but he was no Raa. "No worries! Um.. Mon français est horrible, mais je vais mieux... or je m'améliore. Yeah... whatever. My french sucks too but I promise to be better by the time you get here." He leaned in more since only the top half of his face was showing on the screen.

"He will be better if I have to cram the french book down his throat."

"Enough with school shit. How was the party? It's still going over there right?"

[TruthSayer]

Hm... He did not appreciate the thought of having to babysit Derrick's friend, but perhaps he would make an exception with this one. To Christian, it did not matter if the body before him was male or female, as long as it was willing.

His smile widened behind his hand. "Derrick, shame on you! You did not tell me your friend was funny and 'andsome. I zink I would not be so sad to leave 'ome if I knew zis.

"And yes, zee party 'as jus' begun! Zee fireworks are spectacular. Eet iz still early zere, yes?" He glanced at his clock, mentally subtracting the six-hour time difference. "Ah, yes. Eet iz still very early zere. Tell me, Marcus. If I were zere, would you kiss me at midnight?"

[Tammika]

Something clicked in derrick. He wasn't sure what it was, but he was sure he didn't like it very much. He shook it off though."This guy?" He held Marcus's head like he was examining a watermelon and checking for ripeness. "Funny maybe, handsome... eh, if you like 'em like that. Me personally I like mah girls with a little more meat in all those special places ..Mm! Yeah baby, back it up on me!"

"So that's why you don't love me is because my ass isn't big enough?! But I have so much more to offer!"

"No it's because you are the wrong gender dear best friend, we've been over this. Now hold the drama for another time, we have two more minutes with Chris."

"Okay... but if I-"

"Shh!" Derrick pinched Marcus' mouth shut with index finger and thumb and held it there, shushing him with a finger over his own lips. "He gets a little worked up but believe me there is actually a brain in his head. I've seen his grades."

"But-" Marcus tried to talk around his fingers.

"Shh!"
Derrick lost his grip when Marcus started to smile bigger.

"Hmmm, Yes, I probably would give everyone within kissing distance a peck before Raa stopped me, but he gets my first kiss of the new year most def. And every year I try and kiss Derrick but he has evaded me every time. This year I shall prevail!" He stood an struck a valiant pose while Derrick shook his head motioning with a thumb over his shoulder to the now dancing Marcus in the back ground. "He hasn't got me yet and no he hasn't been drinking, he's always like that."

"Umm, Derrick.. the time..?" They needed to haul ass and get the stuff down stairs soon.