The Jock, The Nerd and The Geek

18

There's nothing holding me back- Shawn Mendes

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Abuela loved Elise, for some reason. Perhaps it was the way his Mother stared at her, awed at how much she cooked. Or how the older woman treated Marcos. Whatever it was, they had bonded.

Which meant she eventually loved Paris as well.

They had all spent that Tuesday evening laughing at Marcos' baby pictures. His mother adding quite embarrassing things about him, before Maria Gomez came in.

It didn't take much for him to know the woman wasn't comfortable with Alex, even though she seemed to adore him, but unlike the Alex he knew, she didn't seem to mind, acting oblivious to it.

They spent their weeks that way. Paris driving Elise over to stay with Abuela, all three of them holed up in Marcos' room with Paris reading, and both of them listening quietly.

There were times of course, when Alex stayed with Marcos. This times, Paris noticed, were more than his, but he understood that the other male needed a lot of attention. Besides, whenever Alex gave her attention to him, he enjoyed it.

She tutored him on things he'd never have admitted to not knowing before. They both argued on subjects they knew no one would dare talk about with them. And she never failed to put him in his place when she knew he was acting like a brat.

But their sexual life was practically non existent.

Ever since that night, that he said he'd chosen her, she had not made one move on him. He didn't even need a soothsayer to tell him Marcos got fucked frequently. Bastard always liked to talk about it, but she didn't bring it up with him.

As if she wanted him to make the first move.

And it was clear, that Paris would rather die, than admit he wanted to be fucked in the ass.

The sound of his phone vibrating made him groan loud before he held it up, staring at the time.

"5 am?" He asked, voice gruff then let out a curse as he did so before he realized who was calling.

Marcos.

Marcos wanted to video call.

He ended it, shoving the phone under his pillow and laid back before it began ringing again. Jesus, how could he forget? The little demon had suddenly grown immune to Paris' anger.

It was like the more he tried to shoo him away, the closer he got.

Swiftly, he sat, pressing the answer button and snapping, "What?!"

On the screen was a Marcos in a pink shirt with rainbows all over while he held a cake with his left hand, screaming, "Happy birthday!"

Paris stared, now looking at the date as he sat up. Oh, right. It was his birthday. So? "Don't you think it's too early to try making my life miserable?"