Homecoming Pt. 1

Khalil 56

I sat next to Marcus knowing we were going to beat Marsean and Tonya, Mrs. Riley made us each go into different rooms without our phones and come up with ten questions and once we were done we all met back in the living room and gave our questions to Mrs. Riley, the game seemed easy enough she was going to go down the line and randomly pick a question that way there was no cheating, the game would keep going until all the questions were done or someone got mad and quit.

"Okay the first question Khalil what is Marcus favorite t.v. show?" Mrs. Riley asked. I watched Marcus scribble down his answer and he smiled at me, truthfully it was a no brainer he made me watch the whole series like five times.

"Glee, Marcus's favorite t.v. show is Glee." I said confidently. Everyone looked at Marcus as he showed his answer..... Glee I smiled because we were off to a good start. The game was pretty much even.... well until Marcus mom pulled out her own set of questions.

"Khalil what does Marcus find most annoying about you?" She asked me. I looked at Marcus and tried to think back was there anything he's every told me that he didn't like.

"I would guess that he doesn't like the we have sex all the time." I said, looking at Marcus, he rolled his eyes and held up his answer and it said the way I eat. "Wait what's wrong with the way I eat?" I asked confused.

"It's nothing serious Khalil, I just hate the fact that you eat everything with a fork..... pizza, chicken wings everything it drives me crazy." Marcus said looking at me.

"Well sorry I don't like getting food on my hands." I said slightly pissed.

"Oh but you have no problem with syrup?" Marcus said smirking and I couldn't help but smile.

"Alright Marcus what's Khalil's middle name?" His mom asked and Marcus's eyes got big as fuck. I looked at Marcus and waited.

"Ummm......" He said.

"Don't think too hard Marcus....... hell you can google it and it would come up." I said looking at him.

"Lance?" Marcus said more like a question and I rolled my eyes.

"Well at least you got the first letter right it's Louis...... Khalil Louis I was named after my uncle Louis. But you knew that because I told you." I said looking at Marcus.

"I'm almost certain you didn't but since you want to get mad what's my middle name Khalil?" Marcus asked looking at me.

"That's easy you don't have one, and how do I know that it's simple you told me in sixth grade the same time I told you my middle name." I said looking at him.

After that me and Marcus traded off questions I answered every single question he asked me correctly while he missed all the ones I asked him and needless to say I was pissed, like how did he not know my favorite color at least hell I wore some type of black everyday. Marsean, Tonya, and Mrs. RIley watched us like a tennis match until I couldn't take it anymore.

"Look I'm going to go for a walk, I'll be back in a few minutes." I said standing up and walking out the door before Marcus could respond. I ended up at my old school, I hopped the fence and sat in the bleachers. I sat there for thirty minutes when Marcus walked up on me. I looked at him and quickly looked away.

"At least I knew you'd come here." He said and I felt a smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. "You always come here when your pissed, I remember after prom when that floozy you came with left with some random dude you came here and I found you, we spent the whole night talking." Marcus said walking up and sitting next to me.

"Oh so you do know something about me." I said not giving him an inch.

"I get it Khalil you're mad mad at me for not knowing some things about you, but really it's not that bad it's not like I forgot your birthday or where to touch you to turn you on." He said touching a spot right behind my ear that sent a shiver down my spine.

"Mar' if we don't know the little stuff about each other then the big stuff doesn't seem as important, like it's easy to remember big things but it's the small things that make a relationship special . I knew little things about you so why couldn't you know little things about me?" I asked grabbing his hand.

"Khalil I do notice little things..... like how you get up at three in the morning to make a sandwich or how when you think know one's looking you're constantly checking yourself in any reflective surface you can find.Or how when you are about to nut you bite the corner of your lip to keep from crying out." Marcus said. "Okay so I didn't know your favorite color was black, but in my defense you have just as much red as you do black so it was a toss up. And as for your middle name you told me that years ago so I apologize for forgetting." Marcus said kissing my cheek and I wiped it off.

"Nah you're going to have to do better than that Mar'." I said turning towards him. He pulled my face towards his and stuck his tongue in my mouth, automatically my hands found his waist and I pulled him on my lap. I started to lift his shirt but he stopped me.

"Khalil stop." Marcus said quietly. "We can't do that here." He said getting up and sitting next to me.

"Alright so let's leave, my dick has been hard all day and I don't think I can resist you too much longer." I said kissing his neck.

"Well you are going to have to resist a little while longer." Marcus said with a sneaky smirk.

"How much longer?" I said trying to kiss him again.

"Two weeks...... until we get back to Texas." Marcus said.

"TWO WEEKS!" I yelled, Marcus looked at me and I lowered my voice. "Two weeks that's a death sentence Marcus." I said.

"I'm trying to learn some restraint, if we can go these two weeks without sex then I'll know our relationship is more than just mind blowing sex." Marcus said, even though I didn't like it I had to agree with what he was saying, we did fuck like rabbits.

"So what do you wanna do for two weeks, I mean besides walking around going through dick withdrawals?" I sad laughing, and Marcus punched me in the chest. "I'm sorry, you better quit hitting me before I start telling people you be abusing me and shyt." I said laughing.

"Shut up, besides if anyone is going to be going through withdrawals it's you, I can control myself." Marcus said laughing.

"Is that a challenge?" I asked raising an eyebrow. Marcus smiled at me and I laughed. "You really think you can hold out longer than me? Okay Marcus you're on if I win then...... you have to come to all my home games, wearing my jersey." I said smiling.

"I was going to do that anyways. But if I win then I get to move some of my stuff in your house." Marcus said.

"Alright bet, IF you when then I clear out a whole draw just for you, but when I win I want people to know you're taken and that Khalil Louis Cunningham is fucking you every way from Sunday." I said grabbing his ass, I sat there for hours just talking about nothing in particular until the sun started to make it's way into the sky. "Let's head back I'm sure they're worried and since neither one of us thought to grab our phones I know we're probably going to get cussed out." I said.

"I have our phones, I was going to tell you but I got caught up in talking to you." Marcus said laughing.

"See that's that shyt." I said smiling as he handed me my phone and surprisingly I didn't have any missed calls or text, which made me worried because usually Devin would've at least texted me.

"Are you thinking about your brothers?" Marcus asked.

"Yeah, I'll see if Enzo could swing by there and check on them later today." I said grabbing his hand and we started walking and Marcus wanted to stop at a gas station to get something to drink, we walked inside and I went to the magazines and saw the newest GQ magazine with me holding a basketball and Enzo holding a football, I smiled because it turned out way better than I thought it would.

"That's a good picture of the two of you, you were both always handsome boys." Someone said from behind me, I didn't have to turn around to know who it was because the cold shiver in my soul let me know who it was but I still turned around and came face to face with her. "Hello Khalil." She said.

"Mom?" I said feeling like my heart was about to explode out my chest.