"Well I'm glad finally someone understands me," Caleb never really had anyone understand him whether they liked him or not. If it were his parents, they would think they weren't smart enough to understand, and when it was anyone else they didn't care and never wanted to hear anything his said, let alone understand it.

"I look forward to it." Caleb said with a smile as Markus patted his shoulders attempting to get the flour that obviously had now made his shirt dusty, and there wasn't really any way to get it all off. Within a second Markus had dragged him into a completely new room, "Woah," was all that could come out of his mouth was when he realized he wasn't in the kitchen anymore.

"Is this your room?" he asked curiously as he took in his surroundings, there wasn't too much to see, everything was white. Caleb would suspected him to have at least posters on the wall with all his sports fandoms, or something to that effect. The room didn't even have a window which he felt bad about, that was the one thing about his own bedroom that was important to him. "You don't have a window?" Caleb now was full of questions he didn't even hear Markus ask him to change his clothes.

Markus raises an eyebrow at Caleb when he doesn't get an answer. Blinking he sneaks up behind him and lifted him up bridal style. He grinned at Caleb, "Now that I have your undivided attention..." He says still holding him, "No I do not have a window. I left my mother and Kiemi have that room. As for asking are you going to strip or will I have to do it for you?" He was getting his change of clothes dirty but it was fine they were in his room after all her had more clothing. Even so he was waiting for Caleb to catch on. He could almost picture the response he would get from him with the wording of his question. It made him grin goofily and smile.

Caleb went red instantly when he finally caught on to what Markus, he couldn't believe he was up in Markus' arms right now. "Oh..." he said his voice cracking a little, his heart was beating quickly. He swallowed hard, he wasn't sure if all he wanted to do was wash his clothes, here they were in his bed room all alone, with no windows, and he wanted Caleb to take his clothes off.

"Well, if you want me to take them off you'll have to put me down," was all he could get out, his body was tense, he didn't know what he should do. He just looked up at Markus wondering what he was going to do next, and whether or not he was going to like it.

Markus laughed and set Caleb on the floor. He didn't stop laughing afterward either. he knew he'd think something like this. Markus shook his head a grin on his face. Not that Markus was going to do anything, he had shut the door to give them some privacy. He moved around Caleb already lifting his shirt over his head after taking the apron off.

He threw the discarded t-shirt at the bed and headed towards the drawer. He might as well get changed as well. though he stopped briefly pulling a shirt out of the drawer and turned around. He grinned cheekily and flexed a few times. "hehe, how do I look?" He said striking a heroic pose. He was hoping it would make him laugh after scaring him so bad.

Caleb's heart rose to his throat when he looked at Markus, his shirt was now off, revealing a very well toned body, most likely from all the sports he played. His face still stayed red, Caleb couldn't figure out how to make it stop, he felt like an embarrassed child. His jaw was most likely stuck open, it wasn't that he had never seen a guys body before, but now, he was attracted to Markus, and his body was something that he now wanted. It also made him self conscious of himself, Caleb wasn't really muscular or toned, yes he was thin, but that's all he really was.

He wished that he wasn't so scrawny, when he watched Markus flex which only made him look even sexier, "Uh..." Caleb stuttered his eyes roaming over Markus, and then averted away, "Well, much better than I do..." he said quietly. Caleb really wanted to tell him that was extremely hot and it was hard not to want to kiss him right now, but he kept it inside, still shy about his feelings.

Well he had been expecting him to laugh at him for being silly but he could see that his little display hadn't helped any. Sighing he ran a hand though is hair. What was he talking about much better then... Nonsense just because Markus was a football player he was a bit more tone then then some people but so were the other players. He rolled his eyes walking back over to Caleb and wrapping his arms around him.

"Don't be ridiculous. It'd be harder to hug you if you were like me or even close to my size. There is nothing wrong with the way you are right now..." Markus smirked before leaning down and running his tongue over Caleb's lips. "Besides your completely adorable as you are now." He breaths over him teasingly before letting him go and backing off. Hmm now he had flour on his torso.

Caleb jumped a little when he felt Markus' half naked body touch him, he could feel his cool skin touching him. It was hard not to look at him and he finally gave in, "I guess your--" before he could finish his sentence Markus had done something that sent his mind reeling and made his heart pound through his chest. He stopped talking, Caleb couldn't open his mouth to say anything more, but now Markus backed off leaving him there to only want more.

"I'm sorry..." he said noticing the flour on Markus' chest, he walked towards him and began to brush some of the flour off, "I managed to get flour on you," his eyes were focused on Markus, but not his eyes, Caleb slowly brushed the flour away his mind was losing control of his actions.

Markus stared down at Caleb and raised an eyebrow. He didn't seem to realize what he was doing. The way he was touching him Caleb was essentially molesting his chest. Not that he didn't mind having his chest rubbed, in fact he could enjoy it if it weren't for the fact that he was doing it and they were supposed to wait at least three weeks for something like this. His eyes clouded he grabbed Caleb's hands to stop him.

"You are going to have to stop that..." He says his tone slightly husky.

Caleb swallowed hard when Markus talked to him in that voice, here he thought he was doing something harmless. "Sorry... I just..." he looked down and sighed, maybe he did push things too far, even if he was just trying to get the flour off of him, "Trying to take the flour off..." he gave him an innocent smile, "I wasn't trying to uhh... you know..." Now he was babbling, his heart still beat heavily in his chest.

He shook his head to try and have some clarity, "I didn't mean to." Caleb's mind told him to move away from the situation and give Markus his space but his heart wouldn't let him do it, it was about to leap out of his chest. He tried to brush the awkward moment off with a joke, "Well if this makes you feel better..." he realized that he still had his shirt on and it must have made Markus feel strange, or at least he thought that was part of it. So he pulled back his hands and removed his shirt also revealing his pale skin.

Markus just shook his head. "No..." He cleared his throat. He sighed and handed Caleb the shirt in his hand and turns to the dresser again. he grabbed a red shirt from the top drawer and slipped it over his head. Reaching down he to another draw and pulled out a pair of pants which he threw at Caleb.

Glancing back at him he pointed to the bathroom. "I'll be in there for a bit. When you've finished getting dressed go knock on my moms door she'll take the clothes down to the laundry room. " He says heading towards the door. He stops just in the door way to look over his shoulder a small smirk on his face. "And you really don't look that bad." He says before closing door.

The pants hit Caleb hard in the chest when he caught them, he just stood still and listened before Markus closed the bathroom door. No matter what Markus said, he couldn't help but feel rejected. Maybe his body wasn't attractive, and maybe he was losing interest, Caleb couldn't tell, he also didn't understand relationships never mine one like this which would be more complicated.

His eyes were glued onto the door, he decided that even though he was sad he'd get dressed, he removed his clothes slowly with a frown on his face. He put the shirt on first, it was a little big on him but that was okay, then it when it came to the pants he had a problem. It wasn't that Markus was fat, but he certainly had a larger waist than Caleb did, he had always been really skinny, and now the pants kept falling down and there was no way they'd stay up on their own.

Caleb held his pants up as he walked towards the bathroom door, he was nervous to knock because maybe then Markus would be mad at him, but he had to be brave and deal with it, or he'd have no pants to wear at all. He knocked on the door lightly, "Uh.. Markus?" he called, if he explained himself sooner than maybe he wouldn't be mad, "Your pants... are a little big on me..." that was an understatement, "Okay they're really huge on me... I think I need a belt or something... or they won't stay up at all."

Markus bent down into the sink and ran the water. It was ice cold but he didn't pull away till head was completely soaked. He shut it off and grabbed a towel from beside him. That was close. He thought loosely drying his hair with the towel then just letting it hang over his shoulders. Caleb was so naive. I don't think he realized what Markus almost did. He shook his head when he heard a knock at his door.

"Hm..." he hummed walking over to the door and opening it. He grinned down at Caleb, "Oh sorry I forgot to grab you a belt." He kissed Caleb on the forehead. "I'll get it." Markus walks past Caleb and into the room walking over to the closet and pulling out a brown sash. "Ah I don't seem to have any belts but here tie this around your waist it should work." He says cheerfully.

Caleb looked at Markus with surprise when he got out, "That was fast... did you have a shower or something?" His logical mind should have figured that wasn't the case, but he did have a towel around his shoulders and his hair was dripping wet... and it trailed down his perfect body... snap out of it. Caleb had to remind himself to stop letting his thoughts get out of hand.

He was relieved that Markus wasn't upset at him, so it lightened the mood. When he gave him the brown sash Caleb looked at it, "Even I know that's not very fashionable." he said this while putting it around his waist and trying his best to tie it tightly, but the pants seemed to keep falling, so he tried tying it again.

Suddenly Caleb just realized something, as his realization happened his pants began falling down, and he was still so he didn't catch them, he was caught thinking. The comment he made a minute ago, did that mean he was always gay? Caleb always had an interest in looking good in clothing although he didn't feel that he looked great period. But he always would make sure he picked colours that complimented him, and in the back of his head he would often criticize what other people wore. Maybe he was more feminine than he ever realized.

Shaking his head Markus just walked over and took the sash from him and tied it himself. "No its not the most fashionable, however unless you want to walk around in your underwear it'll have to do." He murmurs pulling the tie tight then letting it fall off to the side.

he glanced up at Caleb before standing up straight. He had a slightly distressed look on his face. He was thinking very hard about something and Markus wished he'd share. It was a little unnerving to not be a mind reader. He never knew what people were thinking about. Of course if he had that power he'd have been able to tell that Greg wouldn't turn out to be the friend he thought he was.

"You alright?" He asks running a hand through Caleb's hair.

Markus running a hand through his hair brought him back to realize what was going on, he looked down at the sash was tied, "Oh, thanks." he said with a soft smile, "I'm fine, I just caught up in a thought I hadn't realized before... but its nothing bad... I promise." He was starting to understand things a bit more now that he had time to think, he noticed that Markus was still partially naked, and he was as well.

He reached just past Markus on the ground for his t-shirt that was a light blue, he pulled it over his head, "You better put on a shirt before I do what you didn't want me to last time." He raised his eyebrow before turning and bending over to snatch his clothes on the bed. Caleb was beginning to accept that it was perfectly fine that he found Markus attractive and maybe he always found guys more attractive, and he felt happy that he was in a house where it was okay to be that way.

Markus just smirked at him, "Not that I wasn't enjoying it but unless you would actually like to spend the night here in my bed I would suggest you didn't." His tone was teasing but he was serious. He walked past Caleb and slapped him on the butt just to spite him. He also deliberately didn't put a shirt on before he slipped the apron back over his head.

Grinning he opened the door and went into the kitchen only to find his mother and Kiemi putting the wraps in the oven. The kitchen was mostly clean with the exception of the island counter and most of the floor. The bowls and tray of noodles had been finished and were put into the dishwasher probably. Markus laughs heading over to his mother who was signing something to Kiemi.

"You didn't have to so that ma." he says hugging her from behind.

Trini shook her head and swatted him away. "Yes I did, ,me and Kiemi were hungry." She grinned and glanced around Markus to look at Caleb. She raised and eyebrow at his change of clothes. "And I see you've been busy." She slapped Markus on the arm, "You dog..."

Markus just blushed and ran a hand behind his head. "Its not like that ma, his clothes got dirty and so I..."

Trini just raised an eyebrow at him a smirk on her face and he stopped talking soon as he realized how that sounded. "Oh hush you I know I'm just messing with you. I have to go to the store to buy more flour. I'll take Kiemi with me. You guys don't do anything too naughty while we're gone" She says winking at Caleb. Then they were gone and Markus was standing there dumbfounded.

And there it was again, the heat rose to his face, just when he thought he was over it and he'd be able to handle it. "After just meeting me... really?" Caleb thought maybe he was cute enough to kiss, but to go THAT far he wasn't so sure of that. Its not like he ever thought about it, but he felt like he'd be much older before anyone would be interested in him that way, never mind someone as good looking as Markus.

He jumped at the spank Markus gave him on the way out, and watched in awe as he boldly walked the door without a shirt on, just the apron. Caleb thought he looked great like that, but he wondered what his mother would say, or think for that matter. As they entered the kitchen his worst thought was living as his mother teased him, luckily she was only joking which allowed Caleb to sigh.

"Here, I'll help clean up..." Caleb said redirecting the conversation as his mother and Kiemi were on their way out, "Sorry about the flour..." he said to her hoping she wouldn't be mad. He already had a cloth in his hand, which he found earlier when he was cooking with Kiemi, he wet it and now was on the ground cleaning up as much flour as he could.

When they were gone, he looked up to Markus, "You know you're just asking for it dressed like that." He was referring to his mother teasing him, but secretly he also meant that he was being very hard to resist.

Trini just waved back behind her as she closed the door.

Markus pouted reaching down and lifting Caleb by the waist. In one swift movement Caleb was up on the clean counter Markus had his arms on both sides of him, the rag he was using to clean the floor with was on the counter next to them. He had a saucy grin on his face his head tilted to the side. "Oh really now?" He almost purrs running a hand down Caleb's leg. "I don't think so. I think I look just fine the way I'm dressed. Don't you agree??He knew he really shouldn't tease but no matter how much Caleb said he was asking for it this wasn't a one way street. He was constantly doing things that provoked him. It was almost maddening.

Caleb was utterly suprised at Markus' strength here he was sitting on the counter and he had placed him there. "Wow you're really strong." was all he said simply before Markus worked his typical magic on him that made him squirm on the inside, his leg never felt so sensitive, it made him stir, and he almost had something embarrassing happen, he tried as hard as he could to control it, or he'd feel even more hopeless.

Instead of saying anything back he just nodded, yes he did look good, and he was only making Caleb feel more aware of himself. Suddenly he couldn't hide it anymore and he swiftly stuck his hands in his pockets to hide it. He didn't keep his eyes off of Markus hoping he wouldn't notice.

Markus chuckles resting his forehead against Caleb's. Smirk still set on his face. "I bench press three-forty. You weigh very little in comparison." He mutters kissing him on the forehead as well. It was amusing to watch Caleb's reactions and he took pleasure in the fact that he was the first one to see him react like this. If his claim of inexperience was anything to go by.

They were pushing it again. He was quite aware of the effect he was having on him at the moment. He was having a similar problem of his own but the counters were high enough to hide it for now as long as he didn't move. His control was slipping again and he'd offer to help Caleb relieve himself but he wasn't sure if he sure if he should. Caleb didn't know Markus, not well anyway, he wanted him to get to know him really wanted him to. What he was feeling now was a raw emotion, primal, dangerous.

His hands slid down his sides lightly, over his forearms to his neck and the lower half of his face. He ran his thumbs over the corner of Caleb's mouth before kissing him.

"T-that's very impressive." Caleb managed to stutter out after sometime, he still was stuck in a state that was overall embarrassing, he hoped that Markus didn't notice he tried the best he could to keep it hidden. He smiled nervously, as Markus moved his hands up his forearms, it made his skin tingle, sending a sensation all the way down yet again, making it harder to hide.

When his hands touched his neck that was the sweet spot, he apparently had a sensitive weak spot there that made him close his eyes, as he tried to hold back as much as he could. Now Markus' hands were at the lower half of his face, and he stroked his mouth before their lips came together.

Caleb couldn't help but kiss him deeply it was an urge he had inside him right now that was so hard to control, forgetting about what was in his pants, he removed his hands from his pockets letting his arms slide up Markus' muscular body up to his hair where he entangled his fingers, he really loved his hair, and how there was enough to grab onto when he wanted him this badly.

Markus deepened the kiss at the feeling of Caleb's hands in his hair. Smirking into the kiss he ran a hand down his neck then his chest. His touch stays light until his fingers reach the edge of the pants he was wearing. He pushed the edge of the t-shirt up to reveal his navel and he lightly ran his fingers up and down the flesh there. His other hand was preoccupied with the collar of the shirt Caleb was wearing. His fingers ghosting over the flesh of his neck. With Caleb's hands in his hair he couldn't really pull away but he managed to slip down to nibbling gentle at the crook of his neck.

"If you want to stop, you're going to have to stop me." He says before returning to kiss him again.

Caleb's mind reeled, it was like a flurry of thoughts in a foggy mindset, where he couldn't really pull out one at any point. In this blurriness he kissed Markus feverishly, only caring about not having this stop right now. He bit his lip as Markus' hands wandered and finally touched his bare flesh, which only set him off higher into ecstasy, and when he nibbled his neck it made him gasp and arch his back, his hands now moved down exploring Markus' back.

Caleb closed his eyes enjoying the moment when Markus gave him an option, but Caleb couldn't control himself anymore, he wanted this just as much as Markus did, "I never want you to stop," was all that he could say quietly into Markus' ear, his breath grazing it lightly.

Markus tugs Caleb against him roughly grinding against him letting him know exactly what he was doing and making him aware of his own. He couldn't wait any more, that was the last straw. They were either going to do it here or on the floor. Making his decision he lifted Caleb off of the counter wrapping the boys legs around his waist and carrying him into his room.

((Going to skip to another day, maybe a week later so they can have their date. ^^))

"What are you so happy about?" Greg asks punching Markus in the arm.

Markus just shakes his head pushing Greg in the arm. It was Friday finally. He'd be able to take Caleb on that date like he wanted to. It was nice to have someone for once, not just to have but someone to be with. Greg had suspected the worst when he showed up the next day but he eased his worry telling him he was just fine. Practice was going to run a bit late today he hoped Caleb would wait for him or better yet come to practice so he could leave early. If he had been the type to skip for joy he would have but for now he settled for smiling like a mad man.

Greg stared at his friend warily. He had been spending a lot of time with that nerd kid. They talk like they were old buddies or something and he had seen the kid blush at least once or twice. He suspected that something was going on between those two but he didn't know if he should bring it up with Markus or not. They separated in the hall way so Markus could go to his last class. It would give him time to question the little poindexter since he had made an effort to remember where his locker was. So right now that was where he was headed.

Caleb had an interesting week, after his encounter with Markus, it had been the most exhilarating feeling but then it was followed by the feeling that he had done something bad. Normally he didn't have anyone to talk to, and now that he had gone through a big step in his life it was harder to not talk to anyone about it, and part of him felt a bit embarrassed.

Whatever the case he looked forward to Friday, Markus had wanted to take Caleb on a date, which was completely new territory with him, even when it came to girls, never mind a guy. He wondered what excuse Markus would give his friends, luckily with their 'studying' arrangement, he had been picked on if only a little less because Markus needed him.

It was last period when he saw Greg coming down the hallway at him, it made him nervous, for the most part he had been under the radar until now, he wondered if Markus had told him. He rushed to close his locker.