"Roger, you have to stop crying and forget about her," Mark called through the door that led into Roger's bedroom. Roger had been in a mood for almost two weeks. Ever since Mimi set off without anyone having the slightest knowledge of where she was going.
But who was roger to complain? He had told her that he didn't want anything to do with her after he found her in the back alley with her 'old' dealer. At least that's what Mark thought. He'd been trying to get Roger out of that room, night and day for the past week.
After Maureen had dumped Mark, he had decided to try new things. Things he hadn't tried since high school. And after all these years he'd hoped he could try those new things with his old high school buddy. Mark and Roger had fooled around a little in 11th grade but nothing more serious then that.
When Mimi and Roger had their little "Oh light my candle" nonsense, Mark figured he didn't have a chance. Then a few weeks ago when Mimi up and left, his chances seemed to fly through the roof. Mark had always been Roger's comfort, after his year and a half relationship ended with April, Mark was there in more ways than one.
By the end of Summer before 12th grade all of that had ended. They had remained friends from then to that day. Throughout that year Roger would make small comments about what they had been but once they became squatters and moved in with Collins, all shared time together from high school left their conversations.
Not that Collins would care, in fact Mark told Collins all about it after him and Maureen broke up, hoping he could set him up with a gay pal. Mark pussied out of the first meeting and almost called the whole idea off. But Roger was always in the back of his mind.
` Roger turned off the music he had playing on his stereo and threw open the door. "What the fuck do you want Mark?" He yelled at the slightly shorter man.
Mark taken aback just stared at him, they looked at each other for a few moments. Roger was in boxers and a blue flannel. His long hair a mess, knotted and twisted from weeks without treatment. Roger pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "Sorry...It's just been hard for me since Mi..." He started but Mark cut him off.
"Mimi?" Mark asked sounding disgusted. "That using bitch betrayed you and your trust. Don't feel pity or sorrow for her. She caused you to feel this way." Mark swung at the door to Roger's bedroom. The hinges squeaked. The room was a mess; clothes laid in giant piles everywhere, but the thing that stood out first was the thing that Mark never expected to see.
Sitting on the bed-side table was a small syringe. Mark walked into the room speechless. Stepping over cloths and old food. Roger frowned and leaned against the door-frame. "I went to Mimi's dealer trying to find her, and he asked me if I was interested."
Mark picked it up carefully as if it were going to explode. "Is this why you've been so distant? It's not just Mimi...It's this shit too."
Roger sat down on his unmade bed. "It's kinda both, one makes me feel horrible but the other is bliss."
Mark didn't say anything, just walked out of the room, syringe in hand. "Where are you going?" Roger called after him, walking out of his room for the first time in weeks. Mark was already in his own room and entered his bathroom. He stood over the toilet and emptied the syringe into the water, then he wrapped the syringe in a towel and threw it out the window. "Do you have anymore stashed away?" Mark asked in a serious tone.
Roger shook his head and sat on the edge of the tub. He cupped his face in his hands and groaned loudly before falling backwards into it. And he just sat there whimpering. Mark walked to the front of the tub and turned the shower on full blast. Roger let out a shriek as the spray hit him.
"Get undressed and shower, I'll bring you new, clean clothes." Mark said with extra emphasis on 'clean'. As much as he wanted to stay and watch Roger undress himself, he knew what he had to do before he let his cock get the best of him.
When he got back with clean underwear, sweats and a beater. He barely notice that Roger hadn't moved other than to remove his clothes. He sat in the hot spray, his knees pulled up tight to his chest and his head hung low. Mark knelled next to the tub, he pushed back Roger's hair to rest behind his ear. His face was sad but silent, but he turned his head to acknowledge him.
"You've got to get over it," Mark told him, as he rubbed circle into his wet back.
Roger turned, "It's like I've lost April all over again." He paused and looked down again. "But this time I don't have anyone to fall back on..." His words trailed to a whisper until he was silent again.
Mark grabbed Roger under the chin and pulled him to look into his eyes. "You had me then and you still have me now." Roger smiled but it seemed forced and they both knew it. He whispered, "It's not like it was back then."
Mark blinked for a moment taking in what he heard. Then he leaned in and kissed Roger. The water shocked him at first, but it settled to soothing warmth as Roger moved his hand up into Mark's short hair. Roger pulled back first, "It's been awhile, eh?"
"You're still just as good, maybe better." Mark's head was rushing. And he knew that what he was doing was wrong in many ways. It was the same as high school. Which in a way was what he wanted, but back then all Mark was, was a rebound. Although something told him now things might be different.
"Clean up," Mark said standing up, while trying to clean the water off his glasses.
"Stay and help me." Roger looked up with almost pleading eyes. That's new, Mark thought. I'm normally the one pleading.
Mark took off the clothing that he had on, kicked them to the side of the toilet and placed his glasses on the counter. Roger stood up and took Mark's hand helping him into the tub. The water felt amazing on his head, soaking him from head to toe. Roger pulled him into a hug and they stood like that for awhile.
It wasn't very long before the blood flow in Mark's cock started increasing and he pulled back out of the embrace. Roger looked down and smiled. He wrapped his hand around Marks growing member and pulled gently on it. He moaned and moved his hips in rhythm with Roger's hand. He leaned down and sucked on Marks right nipple while continuing to jerk him off.
He worked his tongue over the taunt flesh, biting down gently and pulling before switching back to just sucking. Mark's moans got louder and he pulled Roger up for a long kiss. Mark moved down Roger's body, leaving small kissing all over until his face was in front of his Hard cock.
"Wait," Roger breathed. "I don't want to risk anything."
Mark hugged his middle, "Don't worry babe, it'll be alright, just no anal yet. Okay?" Roger nodded and Mark took Roger's cock into his mouth. It was almost 8 years since they'd done anything and he couldn't wait to taste it again. It was sweet and leaking pure pre-cum. He sucked harder and than ran his tongue along the underside of the shaft. Roger's balls tightened up and Mark released the hard-on from his mouth.
He started jerking Roger off with his hand and sucked in one of his balls. He pulled on it lightly and listened to him moan. He sucked both testicles into his mouth and bit lightly just as Roger's cock erupted. Roger's body twitched and when his moaning stopped, Mark released him. He stood up and gave Roger a kiss on the cheek and smiled.
"Wow," Roger said.
"Wow, indeed. Now lets get you washed." Mark grabbed his wash-cloth and started cleaning his old and new lover.
For the next few weeks, Roger and Mark kept their new relationship a secret from their friends. They had both agreed not to tell Maureen. But were pretty sure Joanne and Collins would handle the news fine.
About three weeks after their first shower together, they invited the two of them over for dinner.
"This ain't no intervention to try and hook us up is it?" Collins asked as he walked through the door, cigarette in hand.
"No, no it isn't." Mark replied. Although Collins had known about Mark and Roger's love life in high school, he hadn't a clue about the recent encounters.
Joanne showed up about twenty minutes later wearing, wearing high waistline black straight-legs, with a beige vest. In one arm carried her coat and in the other a bottle of wine.
"Now that's what I'm talkin about." Collins said plucking the bottle out of her hand.
"That's for later." Joanne said taking it back and walking into the kitchen with it. Collins laid sprawled across the arm chair. "So what you got to tell us?" He asked.
"Yea, I'm rather curious too. Why'd you want us here without anyone else?" She said walking into the living room area. "This have anything to do with Mimi?"
Roger looked at Mark to see if he showed any sign of resentment or hate. But Mark's face was completely calm. "No," he said. "Actually it's about us."
"Hot damn, I knew it." Collins said bouncing to his feet.
"So you two really are?" Joanne asked, folding her arms and smiling brightly at them.
Mark and Roger just looked at each other. The both stuttered a few times and Roger finally managed: "How did you know?" Joanne and Collins exchanged a look and Collins nodded.
Joanne walked towards them. "Well we called each other once we got the invite and we knew you had to tell us something. So we narrowed it do to this." She hugged them both and gave each a kiss on the cheek. Collins laughed deeply. "So tell me. Which one of you has the bigger dic..."
"Who whats pasta?" Mark interrupted. Collins doubled over laughing so hard. And by the time Mark and Roger had the table set with food, Collins was just sitting down wiping the tears from his eyes.
They ate dinner talking about friends and family and other things happening in their lives. Collins was working on getting a Marijuana license and Joanne was dealing with Maureen and her protest/concerts. But no one brought up Mark and Rogers relationship which only conformed that they told the right people,
Before they left that night. Mark and Roger made them swear they wouldn't tell anyone. They agreed not to say anything but encouraged them to tell the rest of their friends and if they were serious their families. Mark hadn't spoken to dear old mom and dad for months. Always screening his calls and making sure to only call them when he knew they wouldn't be home.
That would be a cheery message "Hey, mom and dad, I'm fucking my room-mate Roger. He's really nice but has HIV. Love you. Bye." Yea that would go over nicely.
And Roger never talked about his parents, so everyone assumed that they were dead. No one every called the house for Roger other than his friends. So his family didn't seem to matter much at all.
They came out slowly to their friends. Maureen was the next to find out and she embraced it. Say how glad she was that Mark found himself the same way she had after they split. Other friends found out as the weeks went by. But today was special Mark had just gotten home from the local drug-store with a box of condoms.
That was the one thing Roger was afraid of. Passing his disease to Mark. But Mark had decided that they were going to do it. And that they were going to be safe. He took them out of the bag and set them on the coffee table in the living room. Across the room, the answering machine was blinking. Mark hit the red button and read through the mail. The first message was his mother, the second was Joanne taking about having drinks, and the third was Mimi.
Mimi! Mark thought.
Her voice same over the speakers. "Hey, um. It's me, Mimi. I don't know if you want anything to do with me or if you do..." Her voice trailed off for a few second. "You know want to see me again. I miss you and I'm sorry. Call this number." She recited a number then hung up.
Mark stood there looking at the machine. He knew that if Mimi was back in the picture, he and Roger wouldn't be together. That Roger would run back to her in a heartbeat. Marks finger hovered over the 'delete' button. Then he hit it. "Message erased. No new messages." The answering machine said in a stale robotic voice.
The two sat around in silence that evening. Just waiting for what was going to happen to happen. Roger sat around fiddling with his guitar and Mark drank coffee. Lots and lots of coffee. Mark and just called his parents voice-mail and filled them in on the less exciting parts of his life.
It was almost 11 o'clock when Roger walked over to Mark and pulled him to his feet. He planted a kiss of Mark's lip. Tasting the hint of coffee left behind on his lips and teeth. His tongue swirled into his and they danced. Twirling around each other.
They walked into Mark's bedroom and began ripping clothes off of each other. Soon they were laying on the bed rubbing each others cocks in their hands. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Roger asked one last time before.
"Yea." Mark said rolling onto his back and pulling his legs into the air. Roger leaned over and grabbed a condom he stuffed into his pocket. He rolled it on smoothly and then spit onto his hand so that his cock was lubricated. Roger licked his index finger and placed it against Mark's tight entrance.
It moved in slowly breaking the barrier, he lined his next finger up and pushed it inside. Mark moaned loudly. "Are you ready baby?" Roger asked teasingly.
Mark grunted and nodded. Two fingers wouldn't equal the amount of space Roger's cock would take up, but he was ready. He pulled his fingers out and alined his cock up with Mark's hot hole. He slowly pushed in. Mark moaned a gritted his teeth. Roger pushed a little harder and his entire length laid within Mark. He tightened and they both moaned at once.
Just as Roger was about to pull out and then push back in the door swung open. Standing in the doorway was Mimi. Her eyes lit up big and wide. "What the hell?" She said with a look of shock on her face.
Roger pulled out, causing Mark to grunt again. "What are you doing here?" he asked her, pulling on his underwear. "I could ask you the same thing." She said motioning to Mark. Mark just sat there unable to speak, unable to move. His lover and actual official boyfriend forgot about him. The moment Mimi walked back into his life...
To be Continued: