Raj’s home was a massive building in a row of similar two-story houses with nicely cut lawns and clean driveways. The only thing that differentiated it from the other buildings in the same street was a stone figure of Ganesh in the garden, as Raj’s family was Hindu. When he drove Raj here once, he imagined what it would be like to live here. He’d sat in the car and watched the light go on in Raj’s room, illuminating all the posters of games and TV shows. Raj had already had a plate with some food in hand as he waved to Mark and sent him a kiss in the air. It had been Mark’s cue to leave, even though all he’d wanted was to stay in Raj’s bed forever. He was so pretty with his blue eyes, blond hair, and pale skin that Mark wanted to cover with kisses. His mother and younger sister were so nice, too. They had been making sweets together, and Mark got a whole plate of them.
Yet another pebble bumped against the window, and Mark hugged himself, standing beneath the tree by the wall. In his mind, he saw himself climbing all the way to Raj’s room and sweeping him off his feet.
His breath caught when the window opened, and Raj looked down, dressed in a pale shirt. “Who is that?” he asked.
“Raj, it’s me,” Mark loud-whispered, looking up with a smile. He loved how Raj’s nipples would go hard under his touch, and he could see them through the top Raj was wearing.
Raj’s soft, silent laugh tore through the air. “Wait. I’m coming down,” he said and disappeared from sight, closing the window.
Mark grinned, even though his heart was in his throat, and he rushed up to the door. Fred never excited him half as much as Raj did, with his pink lips, long fingers, big blue smiley eyes, and hot body.
He had only walked up to the door when it opened, and he was immediately pulled inside, into a kiss of sweet, warm lips. Raj pushed against Mark and his long fingers slid to Mark’s nape. “You’re crazy. My parents are here.”
Mark smiled into the kiss, slightly pushing Raj against the kitchen wall. Maybe if he fucked Raj the way Dom did Seth, Raj would also get ‘addicted’, and he’d let Mark stay with him. “I’ll be very quiet. Can we go up?”
Raj bit his lip and nuzzled Mark’s forehead as he silently locked the door. “Just... let’s be quiet, okay?” he asked, pulling Mark up the staircase. Even the carpet beneath Mark’s feet felt so soft and luxurious. It was unreal.
Mark put a finger against his lips with a smile and followed, devouring every family photo with his eyes. Raj had been, technically, an unwanted child, given away at birth. But what did that matter, when a family like this adopted him, and he was now their son? There were pictures from a trip to Mexico, from a birthday in Disneyland, and a photo of Raj with his dad in a car he got from his parents for his sixteenth birthday. It had Mark so jealous and upset that he stopped looking and focused on the pretty guy in front of him and on his ass in just a pair of white briefs.
Raj pulled him into his large room, complete with cool furniture that Mark would just love to own himself. Raj had everything Mark had never gotten from his parents, and as much as Mark didn’t want to think it was unfair, he still felt that way.
Raj locked the door and turned to Mark with a wide grin, which showed that he had already forgotten the hot new game that was frozen on the television screen.
“If someone comes, I’ll leave through the window, so don’t worry.” Mark put his hands on the sides of Raj’s warm body, both enamored and horny just thinking of Raj’s orgasm face, yet so anxious about what he wanted to talk about.
Raj grinned and pulled Mark close, resting his head atop Mark’s. “No one will come in here as long as we’re silent. They never come in without knocking.”
Yet another thing Mark’s dad had never respected. Not that Mark had a room in the first place. Back home, he used to sleep in the living room. He wrapped his arms around Raj and kissed his shoulder. He needed to focus, stop thinking about Raj’s perky ass. He couldn’t decide if it was better to ask Raj now, when the tension was high, or after sex, with endorphins still coursing through their bodies. “Oh, fuck. You’re so perfect.”
Raj grinned and pulled Mark to the dresser. He opened a drawer and reached deep inside, eventually pulling out a pack of condoms. “You too...”
Mark bit his lip and couldn’t help but slide his fingers to Raj’s ass. He’d never rimmed anyone, but if there was someone he wanted to do that to, it was Raj. “Raj? You have a garage for three cars, right? But your family only has two.”
Raj blinked, and the smile froze on his lips for a moment. “Er... yeah?”
Mark gave him a kiss, but the tension in his chest was already becoming too much. “If I, like… stayed there for a few days… Is that something you could talk your parents into? I know a guest room could be a bit much, and they don’t really know me, but maybe if I could stay there first… I wouldn’t be a burden.”
Raj’s arms fell from Mark’s shoulders, and he stepped back with a slight frown. “Are you serious?” He blinked. “Oh, God, did your parents find out you’re gay?”
Mark swallowed. Raj didn’t need to know the whole story just yet. If he only got to know Mark better, he’d have the time to adjust to the details. He reached out to grab Raj’s hand. “They kicked me out.” He took a deep breath, but the desperate fluttering of his heart was making him want to throw up. “I mean, it’s fine, whatever. I can take care of myself. I just need a place to stay for a while…” Mark stared into Raj’s beautiful blue eyes, hoping he could hypnotize him into love.
Raj sucked in a breath and looked away. “You’re underage. They can’t just kick you out. This must be illegal...”
“I’m not going to the police about it. I don’t want to end up in some homeless shelter or whatever. Your parents are good people. I’m sure they’d understand. You could just tell them I’m a friend. They’d never find out. And I could be so close to you…” Mark squeezed Raj’s hand, but his heart broke when it slid out, and Raj took another step back. He was pale now, and the gaze he was giving Mark wasn’t something he wanted from Raj at all. It was full of pity.
“I can’t do that. I can’t ask them to let you stay over. I’m not even sure it’s legally allowed. And you don’t even go to school.”
Mark grabbed his own fingers and twirled them with growing nausea. He just needed a helping hand that wasn’t from an adult who wanted to fuck him. Was that so much to ask? Didn’t Raj want him around?
“Yeah, but I’d get a job. I wouldn’t be in your hair all the time. And we could have sex, like, every day.” He was disgusted with himself the moment he said it. Did he really have no other assets to offer? Sure, he wanted to fuck Raj every day, but not on these terms.
It was as if that last sentence stripped Mark of all sexiness in Raj’s eyes, as he moved back and quickly picked up a pair of jogging bottoms that he hastily pulled on. “I mean... I really like you, but I don’t know you, really. I don’t know, maybe I could... help you find a motel?” he asked, looking up at Mark with an awkward smile.
Mark’s world slowly crumbled around him, yet again in his life. Staying with Raj was the only thing he could think of other than ending up at Fred’s. Mark wasn’t stupid. Even if Fred was a nice guy, Mark couldn’t evade him forever, and he’d have to fuck him eventually. He hugged himself, humiliated. It was worse than being peed on for money.
“No… I just thought that… I don’t know. With the big house… You could spare some room for a week, or something.” Mark gulped a breath of air, but still felt as if he were drowning.
Raj wet his lips. “It’s not my house. It’s my parents’, and I already told them I just met you, and that you’re not from around here. There’s just no way they would agree to this.” He drew in a sharp breath. “Maybe... I have some savings, if you need money for a motel,” said Raj, walking over to the dresser yet again.
Mark’s face got hot, as if someone had burned it with hot coals. The shame of it all hurt just as bad. “No. I don’t want your money,” he uttered, forcing back tears. “I just wanted… something else.”
Some fucking affection. He quickly headed for the window. He wasn’t staying here a minute longer. He’d been an idiot to come here in the first place. To this pretty boy in a pretty house, with a pretty family, and a lovely trimmed lawn. He should have known better than to put his grubby hands all over this piece of candy.
Raj went after him and looked out the window just as Mark slid down the slightly sloped roof, feeling fear choke the life out of him. He might as well break his legs falling to the ground. “Mark, please! Don’t be angry!” Raj whispered in the darkness.
Jed had no idea what it felt like to be the loneliest man on the planet. At least he had family, good people who would catch him if he fell. All Mark had was a leap of faith. “I’m not angry.” I’m just so sad.
“You sure you want to do this?” asked Raj when Mark got to his feet, shakily reaching toward the dark arms of the tree. He could only hope they were thick enough to hold his weight.
He looked over his shoulder at Raj’s pretty face, partially obscured by shadows. “I hope you find someone nice soon.”
Raj didn’t answer and just hung his head, so shapely with the background of light, but it wasn’t a picture worth dying for, so Mark looked ahead and jumped. He lost his breath when one of his feet slipped, but the other landed steadily, and he regained balance by holding on to a different branch. They moved slightly but held him up just fine, and he could breathe again.
As he climbed down, he tried to be positive. At least he had one good accomplishment to his life now. Taking Raj’s virginity. But as much as he tried, the forced thought didn’t cheer him up. By the time he was heading for the car, which was parked down the street, he could barely breathe, and tears streaked down his face. His life was so worthless. If he disappeared tonight, no one would notice.
As he finally climbed into the cab, for almost half an hour, he was unable to move, staring ahead and thinking of just how much he overestimated his worth. He could see it now that to Raj he was just a hookup. Someone so pretty, so smart, so middle class, could have anyone. He didn’t need to settle for a street kid like Mark. And he sure as hell wouldn’t want Mark roaming in his picture-perfect home, no matter how well Mark fucked him.
It was easy for Dom to say that Mark shouldn’t sell himself short when he had wads of cash lying around. Mark could fantasize all he wanted, but Fred was his best option now. He was trembling all over as he pulled out his phone and texted his old prince charming.
I made it early. Probably will be around tomorrow :)
The reply came within five minutes and was enthusiastic yet boring as always. Fantastic! I can finally squeeze your hand in person. It’s my day off so we will get to know each other better.
Maybe Mark would be able to put sex off for a long time? Maybe Fred would be one of those guys who just wanted blow jobs? Even thinking about it made Mark gag, so he started the car, ready to get back to the Coffin Nails clubhouse and get drunk for free. At least he wouldn’t be exactly taking money for sex anymore once he started living with Fred. It would be more like… barter. His life sucked so hard.
When he arrived, the party was in full swing, complete with loud rock music and a couple fucking on the hood of a car in the shadows of the main building. Mark contemplated staying in the car, but in the end, the thought of a bed he didn’t have to share with anyone and four walls that enclosed a space he could use as he wished, was too big of a temptation.
He grabbed a bottle of rum from the shelf, and no one even noticed him on his way through the lounge. He was just as invisible to these people as he was to the world. He took the first swig of alcohol as soon as he was in the corridor and headed up the stairs with his shoulders heavy. The liquor burned Mark’s throat, but he didn’t care. Maybe if he was completely hungover tomorrow, Dom and Seth would decide to stay one more day and take care of him.
“Hi,” said a smooth feminine voice that he knew all too well.
When he looked up, Dana was standing in an open doorway opposite to his own room. It seemed she wasn’t a hostage anymore.
“What’s up?” she asked.
Mark looked up at her but wasn’t able to force a smile. “I’m fine.” He shrugged and opened his door.
“I heard they’re taking you to your friend’s place tomorrow.”
Mark drank some more rum and leaned against the doorframe. “Why do you care?”
Dana shrugged. “Look, I know I haven’t been the nicest person, but I need Domenico to train me, and you were taking away some of the attention I needed. It’s not personal.”
Mark took a deep breath. “Okay, I’m leaving tomorrow anyway, so whatever.”
“That’s what I wanted to ask about,” said Dana, closing her door and walking over. “It is the other way. We’d have to do a loop to get you to your friend.”
Mark looked up at her, slightly worried by her approach. He’d seen her wrestle Domenico, and it was pretty scary what she could do. In comparison to her, the training Dom gave Mark was play fighting.
“Oh. Um…” He wasn’t sure what to say to that. “But they were the ones to offer.”
Dana crossed her arms on her chest and bit the inside of her cheek, regarding him slowly. “Look, Domenico told me himself that he doesn’t know what to do about you. He saved you, and now he feels responsible, but frankly, you are not his responsibility.”
Mark froze, fighting the wave of emotion flooding his body. Raj didn’t want him, and of course, Dom or Seth wouldn’t either. He pushed everyone too hard. He was too needy.
Mark settled for another swig of rum.
Dana sighed, seemingly frustrated with his silence. “You could really just go there by bus.”
“I don’t have money for the bus.” It was a lame excuse, because he could have easily gathered it from the pocket money Dom gave him. Money he got for nothing, for just being there. Sure, he tried to be useful, did all the chores asked of him, but it wasn’t like being paid for particular jobs.
Dana frowned at him but only shook her head. “I guess the bottom line is, I’m not enjoying the company downstairs, so I could give you a lift. This way, Domenico and Seth wouldn’t have to bother with getting you there. They feel sorry for you, and the guilt wouldn’t let them just give you bus money.”
Mark swallowed. Maybe this would be for the best? The last thing he wanted was to repay them for their kindness by being even more of a burden than he already was. He’d just rip off this band-aid and get it over with. “How do I know you won’t just dump me in the swamp?”
Dana scowled. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Let me just get my stuff.” Mark went into his room. It was ridiculous how little he had. He stuffed the new earphones and MP3 player into his backpack, and that was that. After a moment of consideration, he drank one more gulp of rum for courage and left the bottle on the floor. He wrote a note on the back of the cardboard packaging from his earphones and left Dom and Seth two Snickers bars. A pathetic excuse for a gift, but he didn’t have anything else. He supposed the biggest thank you was actually leaving and being out of their hair. The last thing they needed now were his good-byes, when they were probably fucking and whispering to each other in Italian about things Mark would never have anyone say to him.
He was feeling better about this decision by the minute as the alcoholic buzz grew louder in his brain. What had he been thinking to force Domenico and Seth to help him so much? He’d attached himself to them like a leech.
He and Dana sneaked out the back door, and he couldn’t help but glance at the window of the room where Domenico and Seth stayed.
Dana wasn’t particularly warm or charming, but at least she provided company and distraction on the forty-minute drive to Fred’s house. Mark knew exactly how to get there from the local supermarket, and so they found the store first and then followed the instructions.
When they got to Fred’s farmhouse, Mark wished he’d drunk more rum, but this was what his life would be now. Staying with Fred. As he got out, Dana
actually smiled at him and told him that Dom and Seth would surely appreciate his go-getter attitude tomorrow.
When she drove away, Mark followed the dark path to the house with his heart in his throat. The nearest lights were quite far away, behind the field, and so he couldn’t even change his mind now that Dana was gone.
Hey, I’m here early :) he texted, but didn’t really smile.
Domenico was feeling fresh after the long fuck in the shower he shared with Seth. While the Mark-made shower in the swamps did have some advantages, it wasn’t nearly as good as the real thing, and Domenico loved the feeling of being thoroughly clean again. And speaking of Mark, it was high time to find the boy. He and Seth were already packed into the van they bought off the bikers, but at 11:00 am, Mark needed to get up, whether he liked it or not.
Domenico knocked on his door, lost in thought. He wasn’t happy about what they were about to do, but there was no other way. At least he’d make sure the guy wasn’t some abusive creep.
Dana waved at Dom from the other end of the corridor. “Morning. Ready to hit the road? I am so done with this stinking place.”
Domenico rolled his eyes. “The kid’s still asleep,” he said and pushed the door. It opened without any trouble, and Domenico walked in, ready to scold Mark about leaving himself open to drunken bikers. But all he found were two chocolate bars on the bed with a note that read: Thank you for everything. Mark.
“Oh, he’s gone,” Dana said from the door, and Dom found it hard to process.
He stared at her as his heart rate rose. “What?”
Dana took a step back. “You were with Seth. I didn’t want to bother you, but he was so eager to go yesterday...”
Domenico looked between Dana and the bars, feeling his blood boil. How dare the little fucker just leave without a word after all they’d done for him? He probably didn’t want any more lectures and was pretty happy about bartering his ass for a place to sleep, even when he had options. Domenico would be ready to work out those options if Mark were willing enough. He didn’t know what he could have done yet, but it didn’t matter now anyway. So typical. You give someone a finger, and they take the whole hand.
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