What Is This Feeling?

Mark's POV:
Roger stood in the kitchen making us breakfast. We just spent a night together, well, having some fun. Roger doesn't know I'm watching him; his back is to me. He doesn't have a shirt on, and I can see very muscle in his arms move as he cooks. I can't remember when all this between us began. Maybe it was after April killed herself, or maybe it was after Mimi died; I'm not sure. I don't know where our relationship is going. I've sat up late at night, staring at my lover's sleeping form, trying to figure out where we're going with this. Both of us have been through more than enough when it comes to relationships. I care about Roger, I really do, but at the same time I can't help but thinking and almost fearing…is this a fling, or is this the real thing? What is this feeling?

Roger's POV:
I felt Mark wrap his thin arms around my waist from behind, and bury his face in my hair. Last night, last night was the most amazing night I've had in a long time. Mark has this mysterious way about him. People think that he only films, but he doesn't. he's always been there for me. He's never given up on me. Mark's arms around my waist pull us closer together. His lips move down my neck. His teeth genly nip at my skin. His touch is gently, almost reluctant. He seems just as distracted as me. Why does he treat me like I'm so special? Why does he make me feel like this? He's Mark. He's just Mark. We've been best friends since kindergarten. We've been, I guess you could say a couple, since Mimi died. When Mark's out filming, and I'm alone, I thin about where this thing between us is going. I'm afraid of hurting Mark, and at the same time, I'm afraid of being hurt. I've been trying to sort everything out; why I'm with Mark. Am I just falling back on him until I'm back to normal, or is it more? What is this feeling?

No POV:
Mark rested his head on Roger's shoulder, and closed his eyes. Roger continued to cook until his beeper went off. He gently broke free of Marks' grip, and grabbed his AZT bottle. Mark watched his lover with a concerned look.

"What's wrong Roger?" he asked as he leaned up against the counter, and shoved his hands in his pockets.

"Nothing," Roger replied quickly as he began to finish making breakfast.

"Don't do this to me Roger, don't lock me out. Tell me what's the matter. You've been really distracted lately." Roger spun around and faced Mark.

"I've been distracted lately? You've been hiding behind your camera more and more every day. You've been acting weird lately, and I don't know why."

"And you've been perfectly fine? Why can't things be like they used to be? Even last week we told each other everything, and had fun like we did last night." Roger had a boyish grin on his face.

"'Fun like last night'? I don't recall doing anything last night. You'll have to refresh my memory."

Mark smiled mischievously. He wrapped his arms around Roger's neck, and began to kiss him passionately. Roger's lips moved down Mark's neck to his shoulder. Mark moaned loudly, and ran his fingers through the rocker's long hair. As Roger continued to attack his neck, Mark grabbed hold of his lover's waist.

Suddenly, the lovers came to the exact same realization at the same time. They froze and looked deep into each other's eyes. They suddenly understood that feeling. It was a mixture of denial, and something else. Roger gently stroked Mark's cheek. He needed to shave.

"I love you, Mark Cohen," Roger said quietly. Mark took his face in his hands. He kissed him tenderly, and pressed their foreheads together. Then, Mark wrapped his arms around Roger, and nuzzled his neck.

"I love you too, Roger Davis," he purred in the rocker's ear. That was the feeling.

The End

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