Yet another random thingy from me! Yes, I'm chalk full of random stories. I'm only writin' these to get over my writer's block. So . . . yeah.

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"NOOOOO!" Mark yelled, running away from Collins. Well, trying to anyway. He didn't get very far before Collins grabbed him by his arm.

"Boy, if you wanna get away from me, you goin' have to do better than that. Now get back over here," Collins said.

"But . . . I'm scared!"

"You ain't gotta be scared of me Mark. You know that."

"Well, I've never had a guy do this before. Then I pick you of all people to be the first and you're fuckin' huge!" Collins rolled his eyes.

"I'm goin' take that as a compliment," he said. "Now, do you want me to this or not?"

"I don't know," Mark replied, slyly trying to slip his arm out of Collins' grasp.

"You told me you wanted me to do it, then you try to run away from me. Why?" Collins asked.

"Cause, like I said before, I'm afraid."

"What the hell are you afraid of?"

"You hurting me!"

"Oh for the love of God! I'm not gonna hurt you Mark."

"You promise?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die."

"You're not gonna break that promise are you?" Collins put his right hand over his heart and his left one in the air.

"Scout's honor," he said.

"Okay. What do I do?" Mark asked.

"Just lie down on your stomach on the couch." Mark's eyes widened.

"We're gonna do this on the couch?" he asked.

"You got someplace better?" Collins responded. Mark thought for a moment before shaking his head. "That's what I thought. Now lie down." Mark did so and Collins climbed on top of him.

About five minutes later, after much protesting, Mark felt like he was in heaven. Though it was still a little strange for one of his best friends to be the one making him feel so good.

"How's it feel?" Collins asked a somewhat disoriented Mark.

"Hmm?" Mark replied. Collins chuckled.

"How. Does. It. Feel."

"What's . . . a word . . . better . . . than 'good?'"

"Great?"

"No. Fan . . .fucking . . . tastic!"

"I'm glad you think so. Ang likes it when I do this to her."

"I . . . can see why. Could you . . . go harder?" Collins obliged.

"How's that?" he asked.

"Harder," Mark said. Collins obliged again. "Ow!"

"What?" Collins asked, stopping the pleasure he was giving his friend.

"Too hard. That hurt!" Mark complained.

"My bad." Angel, Mimi, and Roger suddenly walked into the loft and all gaped at the sight before them.

"Honey!" Angel shrieked. "I thought you only did that to me!"

"Baby, he wanted me to," Collins said, climbing off of Mark.

"Well, now I'm jealous." Angel crossed her arms as Collins kissed her forehead.

"Don't be. It's gonna be 10 times better for you later," he said, making Angel smile.

"Okay!" she exclaimed. "I hope you enjoyed it Marky!"

"I did. Trust me," Mark said. "You're lucky. He can do that to you all day if you wanted."

"I know. You'd think he'd be too rough, then he surprises you with his gentle touch. That's what I love about his back massages. And him."

"Aw! Come here!" Collins said, pulling Angel into a deep, loving kiss.

Teehee! I bet I didn't trick anybody. :( Oh well. It was just random so . . . yeah. There could be mistakes, but you know I didn't mean it. I like it when people review my randomness. So do it please!