Marcos Gomez woke up feeling cold. He had always been a light sleeper so the fact that when he reached out to his side of the bed and found it empty, woke him immediately.
His heart raced all of a sudden, but quickly slowed as he spotted her at his desk, back bent over a book as she read silently.
It wasn't like he didn't know about her compulsion to read every time, but he still founded it soothing for him. It was one of the moments when she didn't look happy or sad, she just looked stuck in a place, but at peace, sort of.
Marcos gathered the blankets around his body and stared at her, head rested on his shoulder. Minutes passed and neither of them moved until he heard her sigh and shut the book close, her hand quickly moving to her head as she rubbed it before she put her hand into her pocket and brought her pill bottle.
Marcos' eyes slanted as he watched her put six pills on her hand and was about to throw it in her mouth before he coughed.
She shook like she was just waking up from a trance, a smile immediately coming to her face as she folded her hand into a fist and smiled at him. "Eros. Baby. How long have you been awake?"
He didn't answer. Instead, he walked to her and took her fist in his hand, opening it slowly and sighing, "You aren't supposed to take six."
"It's six?" There was shock on her face as she chuckled. "I didn't exactly look at it. You know what happens when you tip over a bottle and you know, shit spills out and all."
He only stared at her.
"Baby, I didn't know." She didn't look angry, Marcos knew she could control herself around him well enough and he... He didn't even want to fight with her.
Instead, he just took out four pills and threw them into his bin, brought a glass of water for her and sat on her lap. "Okay, I'm going to watch you take it."
Alex nodded and threw the ones in her hand into her mouth before he tipped the glass to her mouth but she didn't open them.
Marcos sighed. "A, don't be stubborn."
"This pills are dissolving with every second and they're bitter as fuck." She replied. "So take a drink with your mouth and kiss me so this could go away."
"You are literally just making it worse by letting them stay longer, you know that right?" He asked, smiling, but he did as she asked, wrapping his hands around her neck and placing his lips on his.
As he opened his mouth to take in her tongue, the water poured into hers and she swallowed, her tongue now sucking hard on his.
She was being honest anyway, the pills were bitter, but they were easy to ignore as she sucked on his tongue and lips as if her life depended on it.
He pulled her closer to him, whining when he realized she was completely covered for skin to skin which she noticed as she chuckled and pulled away, rubbing her thumb on his red lips. "I am so tempted to tell my Doc that you're best the pill for me, but what if he discovers you're the cure to cancer? What if they take you away and like, put you under those shit experiments—."
He placed his hand on her mouth, a laugh leaving his lips. "You talk too much sometimes, mama."
Alex smiled at him and in that same split second, he felt her tongue swipe along his palm, causing him to withdraw, but he didn't wipe it away. Instead, he took it to his mouth and let his tongue move over the place she licked.
The girl made a disgusted face. "Ugh, I have like germs and stuff."
"That sounds deadly." Then he poked her neck. "It must be a good thing that I'm always here to cure you, isn't it?"
She nodded."Eros?"
"Mhm?"
Her hand moved into his shorts, cupping his ass before she whispered, "I want to play with your neck a little."
Goosebumps appeared on his skin as he tried to stay still. Though he could tell she had no plans of fingering him, he still felt a little tense. "But it hurts though."
"So does life, but mommy's gonna make it all better, okay?"
He liked the bites sometimes, but when she asked that she wanted to do them, he sometimes freaked a bit, because it meant it might hurt than normal. "Okay."
"Ready?"
"Ye—." Before the word left his lips, she sunk her teeth to the space beneath his ear while he winced, digging his nails into her shoulder then immediately relaxing as she licked it again, her hand squeezing his ass while her other hand played with his hair.
Marcos had his eyes closed as pleasure filled every nerve in his body before she pulled away and placed a small kiss on it. "There you go, the mark of the gods. Wasn't so bad was it—?"
He kissed her.
Alex accepted it. Even letting him turn so he could straddle her on the chair while he kissed her with a desperate need, his hand moving under her shirts and to her breast, which were surprisingly cold but he didn't mind, he squeezed as hard as he could, his dick rising immediately he heard her moan to his hand.
Now, leaving her lips, he moved down to her neck, leaving butterfly kisses on it before going on his knees, his head between her thighs, but before he could go further, she held his head. "Shit. We can't."
Disappointment clouded his thoughts that moment. "You don't want to?"
"Of course, I want to but we gotta go down before Abuela walks in." Then she played with his hair.
He pouted, "But I've been good. Haven't I?"
And her eyes changed. "I'd like to believe you'd want to get to school early without having a limp you'd have to explain."
The words went straight to his throbbing dick but he shook his head, managing to mumble a no and watched her smile at him, helping him stand then placing a kiss on his chin. "Wear the sky blue turtleneck sweater, cause... Well, the hickeys."
Then with a wink, she was out.
When he was done with showering, he put on white eyeliner and wore the blue sweater with his jeans before putting his blue and pink butterfly hair clip parting his hair.
It had been her first gift to him and he cherished it more than anything he had.
Now dressed and holding his bag, he walked down the stairs and heard the sound of two people singing loudly. One person saying absolutely nonsense and the other speaking Spanish.
Abuela and Alex.
Their relationship was something that he never thought would happen. His Abuela was always so conscious of the people he tried talking with, saying that her little cariño was too pure for anyone, but since the first day Alex walked in and stole a piece of her cookie, they suddenly became best friends.
As soon as he reached the last stair, Alex walked to the dining table, two plates in her hands which she set on it before sitting on a chair and waving at him. "Come on, let's eat."
He sat besides her, chuckling. "You don't need to eat so fast, the food isn't going anywhere."
She had tortilla in her hands, her mouth chewing quite fast. "But I am. I'm already late and I can't not finish this."
"But he's right, tesoro." Abuela walked in, her eyes shining with love at the girl who ate her food like it was the best thing in the world. "I could make another for you after school."
"Nah, all your foods are like important." Then she elbowed Marcos and nudged her head towards his Abuela. "Eros, babe, defend me."
He obliged. "Um, yeah, they're important."
"See?" Alex asked.
Marcos watched his Abuela smile, then give a small sigh, saying in Spanish. "Oh darling, the way you look under all those clothes makes me wonder if that Mother of yours feeds you enough."
Of course Alex didn't understand, but he did. No one, except Marcos knew about the fact she had a love-hate relationship with her body, and he knew she probably was in the hate stage where she wanted to hide it forever.
Plus, any talk of Adriana Parker was forbidden. Even he, didn't dare mention the name unless she did.
Marcos watched her scrap the last bits of food into her mouth and chugged it down with a glass of orange juice before standing to her feet and saying to the old woman who was now sitting some feet away from them. "Abuela. I think you'd like to look away now, or you might see something quite disgusting."
The woman kept her her face down to her knitting and continued her work silently.
"Now, you."
Marcos watched his girlfriend bend to his ear, her knee in between his thighs as she whispered. "I know you didn't do your homework and we both know how important that was, so after school, I expect you in my room, kneeling completely naked. Do you understand that, whore?"
She sounded completely different from the same girl who had compared it to cookies. And he loved it. "Y-Yes."
Alex moved away and patted him on his head. "Good boy."
If he was white, which he wasn't, his cheeks would probably be as red as a tomato but he wasn't so instead he managed to bend his down to hide the fact he was about to combust from pure joy.
Though his happiness died when he heard his Mother walk in and say with a snort. "Oh, she's still here."
Alex, as always, was a perfectly polite individual to Maria Gomez, even though the woman liked to act like Alex was the worst thing in the world. "Buenos dias, Seniorita."
Maria Gomez had a frown on her face. She used to be a beautiful woman, once when lite wasn't hard, when her husband didn't die and just leave them in debt. "You're saying it wrong."
Dios mio. Not today.
Alex's smile didn't waver. "Or your son isn't teaching me right. And by the way," She turned to him and kissed him on his forehead. "I gotta go."
He didn't want to be left alone now. "You could just wait for me and—."
"Nah, you eat too slow." She was at the door already. "Bye Abuela, Mrs Gomez."
His Abuela gave a happy wave while his Nother gave out another snort, the action reminding him about something.
"Oh, Mama?"
"Si?"
"Yes, baby?"
Marcos thought his heart would jump out of his chest at the rate it was beating as his girlfriend and Mother stared at each other before he said . "When should I be there?"
Alex faced him again. "After school."
His Mother, as always, did her utmost best to keep them apart. "He has work after school."
"Yes. I know, with me." Maria looked like she'd slap the notepad in her hand on Alex's face who chuckled at him. "He'd know how to fix it."
Which translated to, 'I dare you to be late.'
He swallowed and nodded.
After she was gone, his Nother set down the pad on the table and walked to his Abuela, now speaking in Spanish again. "You can't tell me that you didn't see that?"
"I am knitting, girl."
"She was rude."
His Abuela kept working furiously without looking up. "She was defending herself from your viciousness."
"Me? Vicious? I'm nothing like that. That girl, she's just not good enough for my Marcos."
"I think that Marcos is old enough to choose who he wants in his life."
"Yes, but he's a teenager, and they're known for mistakes."
"Same thing I thought about his Father, and didn't you marry him?"
Marcos nearly choked on his food at the words but managed to hold himself back as he heard his Mama say, "The point is, he could do better. He's so beautiful, I'm sure he could bring back a good natured, responsible, Spanish speaking boy home."
"Dear lord, I've never seen a woman so disappointed to find out her son didn't like men."
"Mama, look at them. They're the oddest thing since this apps that claim to find your soulmate. I mean, who's actually the girl?"
Marcos decided he had enough.
His chair made a loud scraping noise as he stood, his Mama and Abuela turning to look at him as he said, "Thank you for the food." Then walked out the door without giving his habitual kisses.
As soon as he was outside, he noticed the weather was cold. Alex probably knew about that and that's why she made him wear the sweater. The thought brought a smile to his face.
"What you smiling at, Amigo?"
Marcos looked to the other end of the road, where his only friend and school transport, Ace Danvers then joined him, the smile now gone. "Nothing."
"Hey, hey." The male blocked him, which wasn't fair, cause he was long as a pole. "I'm not going to carry a pouty looking baby on my bike before you throw a tantrum midway and we crash. I can't die. I haven't kissed Angelina Jolie yet."
Marcos tilted his head. "Isn't she like older—.?"
"There's a reason why I want to be an anthropologist." Ace cut in. "Why are you looking so down now? You were happy like a second ago."
"Can we talk in school?" Marcos asked, licking his lower lip. "I can feel their eyes penetrating the back of my head."
"Oh, yeah. Yeah, but no tantrums, okay? Infact you know what?" The male brought out something from his pockets and placed in Marcos' palm. "Here."
Another smile was fighting a way to his face. "Candy?"
"Yeah, you can suck on it like a pacifier or something." Ace replied.
"I'm not a baby —."
"Suck on it."
Marcos stared. It wasn't like this was the first time this was happening. Ace liked to treat him like he was five, not that he blamed the male, he just wasn't good with social interactions and stuff.
It was one reason why Marcos was his only friend, so to make him happy, did as he asked.
"Good baby. Now, recite your alphabets—."
Marcos laughed now. "Ace, please."
"Was just kidding," The boy threw his helmet at Marcos who caught it and smiled. "Hop in, Gomez."
Paris Holmes woke up with his leg burning like someone had just set it on fire.Cursing, he sat up on his bed, clutching the stupid thing before crawling off it and waking to his wardrobe, opening the drawers.He was quite sure that he hadn't broken his bone and that this was a sprain, but the way it was currently hurting made him want to reconsider his diagnosis.Finding a compression bandage in the third drawer, he took it out and sat on his chair, raising his now bruising leg.Paris winced at the way it was beginning to have a purple tint to it and it definitely was looking worse than yesterday but he knew him going to a hospital would risk his Father finding out and the man would do anything to make sure he never held a basketball in his hand again.Now biting hard on the handle of his hair brush, he began to wrap the bandage around his calf tight, but not too much, grunting as the pain made sweat form over his forehead before he finished and used a clip fastener to keep it in pla
Alex sighed and moved away from her boyfriend and walked back to her chair. "Alright, the big bad wolf is gone.""The big— What?"The cookie smelling boy was standing beside her special classroom, special not being an exclusively comforting term, while she stared at the new textbooks she brought.Yes, they were relatively new but because of her habit, she kept rereading them. Alex hated it, but it was sort of comforting sometimes when she found herself studying her biology textbook all over again."Alex, —.""Someone followed you, Eros." She flipped open the book. "And they stood there for a while, so they probably listened to what I said to you.""You knew that?" She could hear him stand erect now. "How—?"Alex bent her head backwards and watched him upside down as she said with a smile on her face, "You have this sugary smell on you every time, but this time, after you came, there was something stronger and it lingered there for a while. So therefore, someone was standing at my door
"My Grandma just found out that being gay isn't a bad thing and just came to terms with it. How am I supposed to make her understand that me being asexual is totally cool?""Aromantic.""What?""You're an Aro, not an Ace.""Oh. What's the difference again?"Marcos sighed as his best and only friend stared at him through his phone screen. "Asexual means you don't exactly feel sexual attraction for anyone while Aromantic means you don't exactly feel romantic attraction to anyone.""And I'm what, exactly?"The male put clothes into the washing machine and set it into rinse before replying. "You are Aromantic. You feel sexual attraction but nothing romantic.""Oh." Ace said as he ran a finger through his hair and relaxed back into his bed. "That actually sucks now that I think of it that way. Can I get married?""Of course, you can get married." Marcos replied, chuckling. "But you don't have to. Do you want to?"Ace stared at the ceiling for a while before saying in a small voice. "I want
Marcos had no idea when he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. All he remembered was hugging a pillow, and then a second after, a finger was trailing itself across his cheek. "You look beautiful when you sleep, Eros."His eyes opened first, meeting her dark ones that stared back at him with a smile on her face. "Baby."Relief flooded him at that moment. All Marcos wanted to do, was jump into her arms and squeeze the air out of her but if it meant nothing had happened to her, it meant she had deliberately been ignoring him.He slowly sat up, his voice low. "I'm sorry, Mommy."She reached out for him. "For what?"He studied her face, and he knew. Alex wasn't in the slightest upset. Infact, she looked... Excited, for some reason. "You're not— You're not mad at me?""You aren't naked, yes, but—" Her eyes moved down his body. "I'm in a good mood today."Marcos should have been happy that she was in a good mood. He knew that. But he was her happy pill. School always had her grumpy. So
It was common for the Holmes to have dinner together. Not that Paris had a problem with it since the table was about ten metres long and he was far away from his Father and Mother, was still locked in her room.The only problem he had, was when Sebastian felt it was alright to actually talk to him during dinner because he had really hoped they had both entered a vow of silence by now.But it was Sebastian Holmes. He never kept to anything."I called your school today."He paused. That was new. His Father never cared to check on his school activities, unless the school called him themselves.Which also meant, what ever he was about say would not be pleasant to Paris' ears. "And your grades are... Still quite remarkable."But, Paris mentally added."But this girl, this— ." Sebastian wiped his mouth with a napkin and put back his cutlery in place. "This Parker girl. She is still the best student, and you're number two."Paris felt the veins on his forehead began to appear, but he said no
Alex didn't come.He couldn't fucking believe he found himself on a roof, when it was fucking freezing but no one could put any fucking blame on him.For example, he hadn't been able to sleep.And it was clearly her fault that he didn't. He stayed up all night trying to understand this whole BDSM, Femdom thing which was completely... Completely crazy and disgusting. Pegging? It was just an excuse for a gay person to not out himself, which was even more disgusting than actually being gay.In fact, Paris knew if she tried any weird shit with him, he'd call her out for it immediately.Yeah, it made sense now. He was here just to see how fucked up it was in real life and then, he'd cut her off like the psycho she is. Yes, that was exactly why she was here."Fuck." It was so fucking cold. Was this some weird kink of her? Or was she just an ass. "Such an actual sadistic b —.""I wouldn't complete that sentence if I were you, Sherlock."His head snapped back and his feet on their own accord
There were many thing that Paris couldn't swallow in, especially when it involved him being butt naked in a cold classroom with blue balls, bruised lips (because he had to use his fucking mouth to cut off the ropes!) And a hurt ego.She rejected him.Twice.Who in fuck's name does that to a Holmes?! It didn't even make sense, and it most definitely wasn't fair.He didn't deserve that.After he took his very, very depressed and raged filled ass out of her class then walked into his, pissed, annoyed at the whole world and ready to snap at anyone who tried talking to him but he managed to hold it on long enough and not blow up.Until he realized that she hadn't been in the class since the first period."Does anyone have a question?""Actually, I do." Paris never talked in class unless he was making a joke or trying to get his buddies to do something relatively stupid or whatever it was jocks did in the classroom.So the apparent glad surprise on his teacher's face wasn't surprising. Perh
Eventually, Paris' anger gave way to just complete depression, again. He needed to see her and he knew staying any longer in that detention class with his Father up his ass would just make shit worse so he returned to his usually charming self during it, the love of his teacher's for him now returning as she made him promise to keep being the good boy he was and let him go an hour before he was supposed to be.As he walked out, the whole school was empty, meaning he was already quite late and she was probably gone, meaning he had to carry his tired, grumpy and low spirited ass to his Father.His head hurt.Though the pain, and the world, both seemed to stop when he spotted her in the parking lot.Alex backed him some feet away, crouched to the floor beside her bicycle while her braids acted like a curtain around her face, hiding it.Though he couldn't see her, he could tell she was obviously upset but whoever she was speaking to her phone because she was being really loud. "So you rea