A/N: It's New Years, I'm home alone (How fun!) and got bored and this was the result. It's my first (completed) RENTfic and my first slash...ever. So um...enjoy!
"I don't understand why Maureen gave up on men."
Roger looked up suddenly from his guitar. Mark stood in the doorway, sullen look on his face. Not to mention he was soaking wet.
"Date didn't go so well, I assume?"
"You could say that." Mark answered, sitting on the couch next to his friend. "Half way through, her ex walked in, whispered something in her ear to which she giggled, and she got up and left with him, leaving me to pay for her uneaten meal."
Roger played a chord and cringed. "That sucks."
"Not completely." Mark replied, holding up a plastic bag. "At least I'm certain we'll be able to eat this week."
Roger smiled before furrowing his eyebrows. "Is it still raining outside?"
"Um...no." Mark let out a small laugh. "Walking home, a car drove by and through a puddle and splashed me."
"Bad luck streak."
"You're telling me."
"So what's this you were saying about Maureen and men?" Roger inquired, placing his beloved guitar down gently.
Mark was dumbfounded. For once, the rocker put aside his guitar to listen? To Mark, of all people?
"Well, all my life, guys have always been more sympathetic to me. Kinder to me...sweeter to me...and then I go out with these girls that just treat me like absolute shit."
"Well, not all girls are like that, Marky. Just the ones you happen to be attracted to."
"Funny."
"So with this whole 'men' thing...are you going to...convert, if you get my picture?"
"I might as well. I don't feel as if any girl is going to treat me in a decent way any time in the near future." Mark said it jokingly, but strangely, he felt something in his heart. As if it felt right.
Mark quickly shook his head. 'You're fucking delirious, Cohen...' He thought.
Roger laughed. "You got a nervous twitch or something?"
Mark just laughed along. "Yeah..."
"So, you ever kiss a guy before?"
"What?" Mark asked quickly. What was Roger getting at?
"Well, think about it. If you're 'converting'" Roger began, using air quotes, "You're going to kiss a guy eventually. You need practice."
"Roger, you're crazy. Have you been drinking?"
"Just come here." Roger inched closer and leaned in. Mark felt himself wanting to flee, but sat mesmerized. He closed his eyes and felt Roger's warm breath before his lips slowly brushed against his own. Mark moaned before leaning in, returning the kiss.
Mark wrapped his arms around the thin man's body, pulling him closer. Roger ran his tongue along Mark's lips, urging him to open his mouth. Mark obeyed eagerly and let another moan escape from his throat.
Roger pulled away and looked at the blonde filmmaker.
"Not bad, Cohen." Roger patted his back before retreating into his room with his guitar.
Mark sat on the couch, astounded.
Maybe Roger was right about something for once.
Without even thinking about it, Mark got up off the couch and headed to Roger's room to ask for more practice.