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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."