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Matching Maureen
Chapter Three
The sun was beginning to set over the city, sending streamers of florescent orange light floating through grungy glass into the loft. Everything was distorted in its strange light. Gold reflected from Maureen's eyes, which, at the moment, were shooting sparks at the intoxicated members of her cast.
"No Marky, you grab onto Roger, not me!"
"Mph, but you're in the way," he grunted, as his body weight collapsed onto her further.
"That's the point, you have to put your arms around me and grab onto him," brown curls lurched in the direction of the now stagnant rock-god.
They were huddled in a tight group, Maureen facing Roger, while Mark more-or-less leaned against her back, more to keep himself upright, than anything else.
Instructions had flown past Maureen's lips faster than he was able to comprehend. Mark did his best to follow orders, but by the time her direction reached his ears, she had already changed her mind leaving him completely behind the curve.
A pair of sinewy hands draped loosely around his waist were yet another distraction, keeping his focus away from Maureen's rambling tirade. He was supposed to be caressing her shoulder in "one thousand sweet kisses," but standing upright was almost too much for Mark. His thoughts were divided between the feeling of Roger's arms around him, and the room orbiting rapidly around the trio keeping him constantly off-balance. Maureen's instructions had yet to take root in his mind.
A deep heat was spreading beneath Roger's fingertips, sending waves of relaxation dispersing throughout the filmmaker, making it that much more difficult to stand up on his own.
Roger was holding him. If nothing else, that small caress was enough. Mark was in his arms… sort of.
"Okay, Mark would you please just stand up by yourself," Maureen said already on the edge of her very short temper. Her scheme was quite obviously beginning to backfire.
Mark grunted some sort of response and leaned into her further, imagining that it was Roger pulling him in for a tighter embrace.
It was then Mark felt two hands grab onto his thin shoulders and roughly push him back, out of Roger's grasp.
"Stand. Up." Maureen said, clutching tightly to her final thread of self control.
She then turned back to Roger in order to instruct him on their next movement.
Unfortunately, the musician had other ideas as his lips sloppily mashed against her own in a wet, loud, kiss. Brown eyes protruded in surprise while hooded, green eyes drooped lower into their drunken, happy, state.
Mark looked on helplessly as Roger's mouth devoured his ex-girlfriend.
Muttering something like "Mine," Mark immediately returned to his previous position, leaning heavily on Maureen, which inadvertently deepened the kiss. Ignoring her muffled protests, he grabbed Roger's arms and returned them to their place on his waist, tightly sealing the three of them together.
His eyes latched onto Roger's lips, watching as they lazily pressed and sucked at Maureen's resistant mouth. In a matter of seconds a very familiar appendage was prodding against her lower back.
That was the final straw for Maureen.
With the grace of a camel suddenly being dumped into the ocean, Maureen managed to twist and stumble out from between Roger and Mark.
"What is the matter with you?" she yelled. "This is a performance rehearsal, not an excuse to get all over me. I'm a lesbian for Christ's sake,"
"Then why aren't there girls in your show?" Roger pointed out, seemingly oblivious to the fact that his tongue was halfway down her throat only seconds before. He was standing shoulder to shoulder to Mark, who was completely focused on the fact that Roger's mouth was free and clear, to pay any attention to the verbal tirade Maureen had unleashed.
"-I can't believe I thought you two were mature enough to handle this. I should have held auditions if I wanted someone professional enough to work in these types of situations. Are you even listening-"
"Was I not supposed to kiss her?" Roger's warm, rank, breath tickled the tiny hairs that covered Mark's ear lobe when he whispered in his ear.
Mark shrugged while, unbeknownst to Roger, his erection sealed into a seemingly permanent fixture.
"-No you weren't supposed to kiss me!" Maureen yelled. Apparently Roger wasn't as quiet as he had thought. "You two are fucking hopeless… I can't believe I even… Ugh!"
Both Mark and Roger watched indifferently as Maureen made a skeptical of herself storming out of the loft. They could still hear her after she had reached the street eleven stories below.
"So…" Roger said walking to the window.
Mark groaned, and stayed put. Moving was not an option right now. He was still drunk and already feeling the effects of the impending hangover, not to mention his incredibly obvious, and uncomfortable, condition.
Roger circled Mark and suddenly placed his chin atop his small shoulder. Mark jumped at the sudden renewal of contact.
"Why'd she have to go and leave when we were just starting to have fun?" Roger whined. "What am I supposed to do with this?" he gestured to a large bulge that was almost bursting through his flight.
Mark's eyes opened wide in hope and realization.
"Lemme-" he said as his vocal cords finally remembered how to work.
Roger didn't hesitate and began to walk toward him slowly, smirking, intentionally swaying his hips in the most seductive strut Mark had ever seen. Eyelids disappeared altogether while his heart stopped beating and began to hum instead.
Lips were centimeters from his flushed skin. Roger was close enough for Mark to count his pores, and he still moved in. Mark's breathing increased to match his heartbeat. His hands began to shake. Sweat was pouring out of his skin in gallons. Still, Roger moved in closer.
The moment Roger's lips brushed tentatively, against his own, blackness swam into the room, ingesting all of the furniture, papers, wires, equipment- everything. Mark collapsed, slamming hard into the painted floor, finally given into the alcohol's sweet beckoning power.
Evil ending and depressingly short I know, but hey, at least I updated
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