Here We Are Again
Disclaimer: Don't own. They aren't mine. They belong to the late great Jonathan Larson.
Warning: This does have Mark/Roger in it. If you don't like that, click the little back button right...about...NOW.
"Mark, Just stand the fuck still. I can't help you when you keep fidgeting. It's beginning to get annoying. Maybe I should just go work on my own," Roger pushed the younger man away from him.
"Come on Roger. I can't make my costume on my own. And for god's sake, we both know you're done with yours!" Mark whined and grabbed for Roger's arm. Grasping it, the filmmaker pulled the musician towards him.
"Fine. Just for once in your life, stand still." Roger forcefully turned Mark, spinning the boy around. "What are you supposed to be again?"
"A mummy!" Mark exclaimed, truly excited for the holiday.
"Aren't you a little old to be this excited?" The guitarist questioned as he started prodding the costumed idiot.
"What could be better than a holiday where free candy is involved?" Mark wondered out loud, but it seemed an appropriate answer to Roger's question. Roger pushed and pulled at the younger boy, making him spin so that the wrapping could be done.
"This is going to become very awkward," Roger noted as he realized how close he was getting to Mark's groin. The musician groaned and thanked a lord he hardly believed in that they were best friends. Maybe it would make a little less weird.
Mark kept dancing around, trying to be as excited as he could be while Roger wrapped him up as a mummy. "You almost done yet, Rog"
"I'm at your waist. What do you think?" Roger, slightly annoyed, replied to his best friend. He spun Mark one more time before he reached the younger man's crotch.
"Why'd you stop?" Mark wondered out loud and looked down at the mass of blond hair. "Roger answer me. Why'd you stop." Looking at Roger, Mark noticed that the whole scene looked very wrong. The songwriter was on his knees in front of the filmmaker.
"Mark, if I molest you I'm sorry." Roger cleared his throat and started his work again.
"Go ahead. Molest me." Mark stared down at his best friend, while putting his hands on his hips in a very demanding manner.
"Is that a threat, Cohen?" Roger asked as he raised to be eye level with Mark.
"Maybe"
"Maybe I should find out if you're all bark but no bite"
"Oh, I bite all right. But no one's complained before." Mark raised his eyebrows in another attempt to look domineering. "So what you gonna do? Huh, Mr. Rock Star?"
Roger was a little taken aback by the way Mark was acting. He'd never come off so confident, a little cocky. "You know what I'm gonna do?"
"What?"
"This," Roger smashed his lips to Mark's and both boys were sent into oblivion.
((A/N: This story actually originated when Mookieriffic and I were hanging out. We were making a shirt and she had the pin the part around my chest. Yeah.
Hope you liked it.))