The Jock, The Nerd and The Geek

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So he just looked back at the ground, drinking his water.

"He doesn't feel alright," Maria said, taking up her bag. "So don't stress him, with— With whatever it is you two do up there."

Alex passed her a smile. "I won't,"

Maria looked like she still had something to say before his Abuela pulled her away and out the door, and as soon as they were gone, Alex turned to him. "Babe, what's wrong?"

He could tell that she was worried. Alex always worried about him, and he knew that it was mainly because she loved him, but there were times he wished she wasn't.

Although, now wasn't one of those times.

She held out a hand. "Come on, let's go up."

He stared at it before he set the mug on the stairs and took it, the action causing a small zip of electricity run through him, then stood as she began to lead him up the stairs.

When they got to his room, she looked around it, a flicker of irritation showing on her face and let out a sigh. "Your room is always in a mess,"

He looked around it and found himself speaking before he could stop. "No, it's not."

And it really wasn't. Sure, something's were out of place, but it wasn't exactly a mess. It was just disorganized.

"Hmm?" She was looking at him, hands folded with a smile on her face. "Thought you were too sick to speak,"

Alex was walking to him now and he felt himself begin to back up. "I-I didn't say that—"

His back landed on the wall, and she was now in front of him, eyes staring at him with a smug smile on her lips. "Well, I don't want you to speak. I order you too sick to speak so you can use the mouth for something else."

He opened his mouth to ask what but her index finger now pressed on it, keeping him quiet, before she began to brush her thumb on it. "Shh. Didn't you hear my order?"

Then her hand began to slide down to his neck, pushing his chin up slightly while she moved to his neck, her nose brushing it gently before she let out a pleased sigh.

All of Marcos' body stood still, even though his heart was beating so fast he was sure she could hear it as one tongue seemed to trail a vein on his neck.

A small hiss left his lips as pleasure moved all over his body and arched his back, trying to get closer before he felt her hand wrap around his neck and push him back.

A small whimper left his lips as she looked at him now, nuzzling her nose with his then said softly, "I promised your Mother we wouldn't do what we usually do."

Then Alex moved away, grinning. "So no kissing, touching, or fucking."

Marcos stared at her like she just drove a knife into his heart. "Hug?"

She shook her head. "Don't trust you."

He let out a whine.

Alex laughed, taking off her denim jacket and stood in a white tank top. "I'd go get your water ready. Wait for me?"

He nodded and watched her walk into his bathroom.