Mark's POV

We continued drinking and talking through the night until we realised it was rather late, so Maureen and Joanne were the first ones to go, but not without giving us more hugs and kisses and their congratulations. Maureen had indulged a few too many vodkas and clung off Joanne like seaweed on a rock, leaving the lawyer to drag her on her feet and out the door. Mimi was next, giving us a kiss each and then rushing off to work. Pretty soon, it was just the two of us and Collins, who was flopped haphazardly on the couch, drunkenly trying to count the threads of the round blue cushion. I cleared up the dessert plates and glasses and sat myself next to my fiancé on the love seat, my arms wrapped around his waist, my head on his chest, and his arms around my shoulders. Collins looked up at us from his thread-counting and smiled widely at us.

"Wow!" he exclaimed. "Engaged. Man, that's heavy. But hey, I always knew you bitches had it bad for each other. Guess I was kinda expecting somethin' like this. Well done you guys".

"Thanks Collins". I smiled at my African-American buddy. Roger squeezed my shoulder and also smiled at him.

"Yeah dude, thanks", he replied.

Collins smiled and continued, "But what shocks me most is, I never expected you, Roger Davis of all people, to ever think about committing to someone." Roger stuck his tongue out at Collins upon this remark. "But I guess it shows how serious you are. So again, congratulations. And now, Imust leave. I've got classes tomorrow", he finished. He hauled himself off the couch, wobbling just a little, and gave us some of his famous bear-hugs as he made his way to the door.

"So long, bitches! Happy Engagement again!" he hollered. "Ya'll can have your own engagement party now. Have fun!" And with a huge smirk, he was gone, but not before Roger threw a cushion at him.

I giggled and smoothed the hair out of his face. "Wow indeed. You know, I can't quite believe this either. I mean, this is it. We're getting married. Which means, we're gonna be with each other for the rest of our lives. Doesn't that overwhelm you?"

My rocker smiled and said, "Well no, it kinda hasn't sunk in yet for me. But eventually it will. Right now, I just wanna celebrate with you and you alone". He took my hand from out ofhis hair and kissed my fingers. I bit my lip and breathed heavily as he gently started to suck and nibble my fingertips. Wow, just the sight of this incredible guy was enough to turn me on. He slowly started to kiss his way up my forearm, over my biceps until he reached my shoulder. I gasped loudly as I felt his warm tongue make contact with the crook of my neck and I whispered.

"Roger…..I want you. Now."

Without any words, he put his muscular arms under my legs, lifted me up and carried me to our bed. Without a moment's hesitation, we ripped each other's clothes off and Roger laid me down on the bed and sat himself on my legs. We just remained there for a few minutes, gazing at each other's incredible beauty and breathing heavily. Then Roger bent down and kissed me with so much heat and passion, while our tongues battled for domination. He kissed his way down my chest, sucking and nibbling each of my nipples gently, causing me to moan louder than I've ever moaned before. Grinning, he dragged his tongue over my torso, my navel, and used it to caress my inner thigh. I moaned loudly, my heart pounding in anticipation as his mouth was so close to where I wanted it to be. So fucking close. But he continued to lick and caress my inner thigh. I whimpered in frustration.

"Roger, please! Just….give it to me!"

He chuckled evilly. "Give what to you? C'mon, you gotta tell me Marky".

Fuck, he was such a tease. He knew exactly what I like and exactly how to make me beg for it. I struggled to make my voice work.

"Suck me baby, please. Just suck me", I whispered.

"At once, my love". He ran his tongue over my length, and I moaned his name when it felt him lick my tip. I moaned even louder when I felt his take my sacs in his mouth and suck them like lollipops. He did it slowly and sensually, because he knows that's exactly how I like it. Finally, he took my whole length in his mouth and sucked away. I screamed his name over and over again until I could feel myself about to come.

"Roger! Roger…..oh Rog! OHHHHHHH, I'm gonna, I'm gonna………OOOHHHH! RROOOOOGGEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRR!" And with that, I shot my essence into my mouth, which he happily swallowed. Then he pulled himself up and kissed me so hard. Tasting myself in his mouth made me hornier than ever. I kissed him back with equal passion and strength. I was so engrossed in his amazing lips; I didn't even notice that he was preparing himself until I felt a lubed, latex-covered, rock-hard organ penetrate my entrance. I threw my head back and moaned his name loudly while I clung onto his shoulders for support. He wrapped his arms tightly around my waist and held me up just a little bit from the bed and he thrust himself deeper and deeper into me. Oh my God, how can I even begin to tell you how….how amazing this man makes me feel? I swear, every time we make love I feel like we're entering each other's souls. I moaned and struggled to breathe at the same time, while gazing into his beautiful olive-green eyes, which were now filled with passion, desire and most of all, love. He continued to fuck me over and over until we were both near the edge. He signalled his eventual ejaculation, upon which we both screamed each other's names, as my seed squirted onto his chest while he released his own seed deep inside me, which got captured by the rubber sheath. Then we collapsed onto the bed, puffing and panting like we'd been underwater for hours. My fiancé got some tissues from the side table and wiped all the semen off me and himself, then rolled on his back, and I curled myself on his chest, which was my most favourite position of all. I turned my face to meet his and we smiled blissfully at each other. I tried to put all my love into my smile, but somehow Roger saw what I was hiding under that smile. He regarded me with a concerned look.

"Hey, what's bothering you, Marky-pie?" he asked me while he played with my hair with one hand. I was silent.

"Is it about your mom?" I remained silent and cast my eyes downward.

"Well then, I'll take that as a yes". Damn, why did he have to know me so fucking well? I rolled on my back and stared at the ceiling. Roger rolled onto his left side to face my direction.

"Look baby, I know you're worried about what she's gonna think of this, but don't let it bother you so much. She's your mother. I know she will always love you no matter what you are or do. And even if she doesn't, I'm gonna stand by you no matter what. I promise." He placed his hand gently on my chest and kissed my cheek. I placed my hand over his and turned my head to face him.

"I know, love. Thank you so much for being there for me. But she's my mom and I want her to be able to accept this and be happy for us. I don't know how I'll be able to live my life knowing that she condemns me for what I do or who I love." My voice broke slightly. My lover wrapped his arms tightly around me and wiped the single tear that made its way down my cheek.

"Hey hey hey, don't cry baby, please." He rubbed one arm hand gently up and down my back and brushed his lips near my ear. "We'll talk about this in the morning, okay? Let's just sleep now". I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him softly.

"Okay, goodnight baby" I whispered as I settled myself in his arms. "I love you."

"I love you more" Roger whispered back. He promptly fell asleep with his chin resting on me head, but it was a long time before I drifted off.

I woke up the next day with the morning sun shining brightly in my face. No not morning, more like the 12.00 pm sun, as shown by the digital clock near our bedside. I smiled brightly as my hematite ring shone and sparkled in the light, and then suddenly my smile turned into a frown as I suddenly remembered the last conversation Roger and I had last night. Part of me wanted to do this quietly without telling Mom, and the other part of me wanted so badly share the news with her. I love my mom a lot, and I really wanted her blessing. I knew in the back of my head that I may not get it, but I still wanted to try. I pulled myself out of my fiancé's cosy embrace, gently kissed his forehead, then threw on a t-shirt and sweats, put my glasses on and padded into the living room. I stood and stared at the phone for a good 5 minutes before I lifted it off its cradle. With trembling fingers, I dialled my home number and waited anxiously for an answer. My stomach churned more and more with every ring. Finally after the fifth ring, I heard a bright voice go, "Hello?"

I cleared my throat nervously. "Hey Mom? It's Mark."

"MARK! Oh my precious baby! How are you? Are you eating well? Are you looking after yourself? When are you going to come and visit us down in Scarsdale? Oh we miss you so much baby!"

I had to hold the phone away from my ear to save myself from temporary deafness. "Yes yes Mom, I'm fine. I'm looking after myself just fine. I dunno when I'm coming down to Scarsdale yet. Oh, and please congratulate Cindy for me."

Mom managed to calm herself down a bit. "Okay I will. Oh sweetie, we really miss you. Tell me, what been happening in your life?"

My felt my stomach flip-flop like a rollercoaster. I swallowed and took a deep but shaky breath. Okay, here goes. It's now or never. Come on Mark, pretend it's a Band-Aid and just rip it off quickly. Just do it. Just fucking do it. Do it do it do it do it DO IT! "MomI'mengagedandI'mgonnagetmarried"

"What? Really? My little boy, engaged?" Trust Mom to catch that one word. "Oh honey, I'm so happy for you. Who's the special girl? It is a girl, isn't it? Is it somebody I know?"

"Uhhh, yeah Mom. It's……it's Roger. Roger Davis." There. I said it.

All I could hear on the other end was dead silence, but I could just picture my mother's jaw practically hitting the floor. Finally she spoke, struggling to form a whole sentence. "Roger? You mean……..to a man? You're still……with him?"

My hands trembled as I struggled to grip the phone and keep my voice steady. "Yes Mom. I'm still with him. We love each other to death and he asked me to be his forever and I said yes." Okay, so the hard part's over. Well, my hard part anyway.

"But why can't you marry a nice Jewish girl, huh? Why can't you be like all the normal boys here?" Her voice got shriller with every sentence. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING TO YOU!" I yelled, unable to keep myself steady any longer. I lowered my voice, remembering that Roger was still asleep. "All I'm trying to do is commit myself to the person I love most and want to spend the rest of my life with. Why can't you see it that way?" But it was too late, as I suddenly saw him standing in the doorway of our bedroom, his sleepy but concerned eyes fixed on me. I bit my lip and tried to blink the tears away from my eyes. "I love him so much Mom. I just can't live without him. Please don't make me do so. Please."

Roger walked up to me, took the phone from my ear and placed it back in its cradle as he pressed the speaker button at the same time. Then he wrapped his arms around my waist and spoke. "Mrs Cohen? Roger here. Look I understand how much this is upsetting you. I know that you never imagine something like this for your son. But I promise you, I swear, that I have absolutely no evil intentions here. I love your son more than anything else in my life, which is why I asked him to be mine. I promise you that I will love him and care for him for as long as I live. I promise that he will never be cold, or hungry, or lonely, or sick, as long as I am with him." I squeezed his hand tightly as I felt tears slip down my cheeks. Did I ever mention how much I love this incredible person?

Obviously Mom didn't seem to understand this. "Young man, I don't think you understand even a fraction of how this feels for me. As it is, I can't stand the fact that my son is having a sexual and an apparently 'romantic' relationship with a man. Do you know how much this so-called engagement turns me off? Don't you dare expect me or my husband to bless you both and welcome you into the family with open arms. The only reason I was able to bite my tongue for this long was because I though it was just a phase my Marky would grow out of. I don't know what the hell you've put into his head, but I don't like it one bit. It goes against my faith and family values, and I will not be a part of it. I just pray that my Mark will return to his senses and choose the path that we all want him to choose." And that was followed by a loud click and a long disconnected beep. I pinched my eyes shut and cried out loud, my mom's sharp words still ringing in my ears. Roger held me tightly and rubbed my head, trying to soothe me down.

"Hey it's okay baby. Ssshhh. It's okay. I'm here for you. I love you so much." Iwrapped my arms tightly around his shoulders and cried into the crook of his neck, since he had only his pyjama pants but no shirt on. My worst fears had come true. I mean, I knew my mom wouldn't approve of our commitment, but it still hurt to hear her say those things. I wanted my mom to be a part of our lives. I wanted her to accept Roger as a son-in-law and new addition to the family. And now that would never happen. Who knows, she's probably even disown me. I just collapsed into my lover's embrace, crying profusely, with all these hurtful thoughts swirling around and around in my head.