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“Remember, Cal, no one should know about our relationship, okay?” – I point the camera at Cal as he bursts into laughter and turns away from the lens, wanting to remain unnoticed. - Yes, I understand, I understand! I won't tell anyone. Yes, I have no one, okay? – laughing, he still looks into the camera lens, and then pokes his middle finger at it. “I hope this recording doesn’t get into the press.” Cal casually throws his feet up on the small wooden table in the micro-room that is provided for us to put our valuables here. In our case, cassettes with our videos. - Whatever happens, baby. I'll send it to Peter Jennings on April 31st for him to check out. – Moron, there are thirty days in April. - Yes, fuck it. Everyone will then think that we are some kind of Romeo and Juliet, and staged Zero Day because others did not accept our relationship - I myself start laughing, and slightly lower the camera down, but I don’t stop recording. - Just imagine how crazy everyone at school will be. - Well, that's enough! After our deaths, they should be afraid of us, shudder when our names are mentioned, and in general, I hope as many people as possible will cry with bitterness, remembering the first of May. For such an angelic face like Cal, with his gentle, almost sweet and soft voice, saying such things is quite intoxicating. I point the camera at him again and zoom in slightly on his face, he giggles and turns away again. - Okay, okay, I'm kidding. I won't send anything to anyone. First I'll save it for myself, and then on the morning of Day Zero I'll destroy it, okay? – Why the hell would you even write this down? What if your father or mother finds this recording? Can you imagine what they will do to us if they find out that we are queers? We will be laughed at even more, and we will die as the disgrace of society, not as gods. – You’re recording your pseudo-philosophical thoughts, why can’t I just play the fool on camera? I repeat, I will definitely destroy her. – I start laughing even more when Cal tries to act like this conversation is really serious. - Because it's a secret! Nobody must know! Everyone in the class already thinks we're gay! Especially about you. - He looks at the camera from under his brows, because while he is sitting on a chair, I am standing in front of him on my feet. The wicked grin plays on his lips again. “I don’t want to endure even more bullying in the last two months before our mission than in my entire life.” - Frets. I'll destroy this video as soon as I get home, okay? - Fine. I click on the “Stop Recording” button and put the camera away. ** In fact, deep down, I really wished that Cal and I could no longer hide our relationship. I'm tired of avoiding any, even the slightest, physical contact with him when we're in public. And from this incident in the deposit room, it became clear that Cal categorically did not want our little secret to be revealed. And I can understand it, it's just my own problems. ** Cal sits on my lap, and I feel his body squirm uncomfortably in my arms, as if in an involuntary attempt to pull away. He sobs quietly as my fingers dig deeper into his waist under his T-shirt. I bite his pale neck with special passion and tenderness, not hesitating to run my tongue over it and distribute my saliva on such a sensitive place. Cal's hands hold my shoulders tightly as he leans forward a little and sobs loudly. I pull away for a second because I hear someone calling my phone, but without even bothering to read the caller number, I hang up the call. Then I look at Cal's flushed face as he continues to squint his eyes. - Don’t you like it, baby? – I grin smugly when he slightly opens one eye and looks at me, breathing heavily. “Just continue, please...” he whispers, snuggling even closer to me. I obey. My hands crawl further under the slightly baggy T-shirt and begin to lightly scratch Cal's back with my short nails. He moans even louder and then I kiss him under his ear. I pull one hand out from under his T-shirt and use it to brush his soft hair back so that it doesn’t interfere with my continued enjoyment of the almost cloying scent of his body. I place this hand on his cheek, continuing to bite his neck and shoulders, and after biting, I lightly suck his skin and lick him like a puppy. So Cal has already gotten seven of these hickeys from me today, and I know he'll be whining later about how it'll take time for them to go away. The bright red marks with marks from my teeth emphasizing the oval shape of my mouth look perfect on Kale in my opinion. He whines pitifully when I continue these intimate foreplay right in his room. Suddenly we are interrupted by the doorbell ringing. I pull back slightly and look at Cal with a hint of worry in my eyes. He's breathing heavily, trying to come to his senses, as if he's on a narcotic high and doesn't care about anything. - Oh God, who brought it there? – he drawls these words slightly, still sitting on my lap, and clearly not wanting to get up and see who is there. – You said that your parents were definitely gone for a week. What if they forgot something and came back? – my voice betrays some discouragement. “My parents definitely left and were unlikely to come back again.” Okay, there’s probably mail or something, I’ll have a look now...” Cal mumbles with irritation and reluctantly gets off of me, pulling on the T-shirt so that it sits straight. I hear him walk down the stairs to the first floor with lazy steps, and then I hear him open the door. Although almost nothing is audible, I recognize the voice of our classmate and close friend of Cal, Rachel. – Cal, I’ve been waiting for you here for an hour! You promised to bring me a notebook home so that I could copy my homework, but you didn’t come, and I decided to stop by. I sure as hell wish I could see Cal's face right now. It makes me crazy how funny this situation is. I have to strain my ears to understand what my lover is muttering to her. - Uh... I'm busy, now is not the best time... - Oh God, are these hickeys?! I want to laugh out loud from what I hear. - No! You got it all wrong! – Cal chatters loudly, and I hear him sigh heavily. - These are not hickeys... – What do you have there, Andre in your room? I bite my tongue to keep from laughing hysterically. - Not true! There, ahh... I have a girl in my room. She and I... Um... “Now I understand why Andre didn’t answer the phone when I called to ask if he knew where you were.” – Andre is not here! I am not lying! Stop it! Unable to stand it, I shout straight from the second floor: – I don’t see your girlfriend here, Cal! I hear his heavy, tired sigh and Rachel's chuckle. “I’ll pretend that I didn’t see or hear anything here.” I’ll try to do my homework myself, or something... Okay, see you later! Enjoy your... Love act. The front door closes and I hear Cal huff in annoyance.