"A New Light" – A FanFiction by: Courtney
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or story of RENT—but I wish I did! But they belong to the late genius, Jonathan Larson. This fic was made for entertainment purposes only!!
A/N: This chapter contains MALE-SEX...so if it offends you, don't read this chapter!
LAST LINE OF THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER: "Yup," Roger sneered in agreement. "Now, where were we?"
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"I think…we were right about—." Roger's kiss cut him off, "Yeah, we were right about there," Mark smiled widely as he and Roger parted.
Roger wrapped his left leg around Mark's outstretched legs, pulling himself down onto the bed, kissing him very deeply, in an almost overpowering way. Now straddling the smaller man below him with most of his body, Roger seemed to dominate this joy ride.
Mark's cheeks began to brighten as he could feel Roger's shaft harden with anticipation through his thinning pajama pants.
"Rog," Mark squeaked.
Thinking it had been a sexual moan, Roger pressed on, continuing to deepen the kiss.
"Roger!" Mark said louder as he tried to push the larger man off him.
Pulling their lips apart, Roger looked at the man across from him. "What is it Mark?" Roger breathed, trying to sound affectionate, but it came out sounding a little more annoyed. Their moment was being interrupted for the third time that day, but not by Collins, but by someone that was in on the action, so to speak.
Mark could see the disappointment and eagerness on the larger man's face as he waited for what he had to say. "Well…" he started, trying to swallow the nervousness he felt in his throat.
"What is it Mark?" Roger asked again, only quicker as he became more anxious.
"I…Well, I've…I've never…never really done this before," he said lowering his head, not meeting Roger's eyes.
"This being what?" Roger huffed.
"You know," Mark said uncomfortably.
"Oh," Roger chuckled softly, not meaning to offend Mark.
Mark looked up at Roger's face, looking for a bit of sympathy, which he was not receiving. "Rog," he pleadingly whined.
"I'm sorry," Roger said trying to conceal his smile. "Ever? Not even with Maureen?"
"She wanted to…and I wanted to, but when it came down to it…I chickened out."
"How?" Was all the ex-rocker could offer in response.
"I dunno, I just did," Mark sighed as he looked into his lover's eyes. "I'm a virgin, okay? I'm sorry if that disappoints you or makes you wanna leave…but I just thought you should know."
"Well," Roger said in a more serious tone, "I'll tell ya something…it definitely doesn't disappoint me…it actually kinda makes this more exciting…I get to devirginize you," he said with a goofy grin playing upon his lips. "And why would I wanna leave? I love you, remember?" He paused for a moment and then continued. "But it's completely up to you, as difficult as that is for me to say," Roger groaned as he spoke. "Mark, there's only one question…and only you can answer it…do you wanna do this?"
Mark silently gazed up at the man he loved, knowing in his heart that he wanted this more than anything in the world. "It's up to me?"
Great, Roger thought to himself, I give him the choice, and now we're not gonna. He got me all hard and everything. "Yup," he said with even more difficulty, forcing a small smile.
He's so sweet to consider my feelings like this, Mark thought, even though I know he wants to do this. What an amazing man I've got. He smiled up at Roger and spoke softly, "I wouldn't wanna be doing anything else."
"Oh thank God," Roger said, nearly bursting at Mark's shy response.
Mark laughed softly at Roger's almost explosive reaction. He slowly lifted his hands to his face and removed his black framed glasses. He set them down on the nightstand beside the small, dim lamp, his eyes never once leaving Roger's. Breathing heavily, Mark realized that this was the thing he had wanted most in his life. "I love you, Roger Davis," he whispered.
"And I love you, Mark Cohen." Roger raised his large hands to cup Mark's small face. Planting a small, intimate kiss on his right cheek, directly below his eye, Roger slowly moved about the entire face, filling it with tiny kisses. Making his way around, he was finally coming up on Mark's luscious lips. Roger let his fingers trace the set of beautiful pink lips slowly and sexily, driving Mark insane.
His head lay softly back against the wall, his eyes closed, feeling Roger's torturing fingers against his very ready lips. Feeling Roger's hot breathe, as he used his tongue to lick and nibble at his mouth slightly. Mark was an amateur when it came to anything related to sex. The most he had ever experienced was the occasional make out session with Maureen; and even that hadn't been that often. He was pretty sure she had been cheating on him. He didn't see how he could have satisfied her when he was too in love with Roger to really be with her.
Roger was very different from Mark; he was far from inexperienced at this. He'd never been with a man, but had wondered what it would be like. It was better than he could have ever imagined. He could feel thoughts of want and desire taking over his body. He could feel the need to be closer to Mark, could feel the tension building up inside him ready to erupt at any moment. He consumed Mark's tiny mouth hungrily, wanting more.
Mark felt the hormonal instincts take over, lapping up Roger's taste in its entirety. Stealthily, Mark slid his small hands over Roger's toned muscles that he could feel through his thin white t-shirt.
Roger helped to move the process along, by parting their lips for only a brief moment as to remove his shirt, tossing it carelessly to the ground. Plunging his hands underneath Mark's thicker shirt, Roger readied to do repeat the motion. The larger man slid his rough hands up Mark's small torso, pushing the shirt up, until it reached its stopping point.
Mark automatically raised his arms above his head as Roger finished removing the unwanted garment.
Kissing, playfully biting, and gently sucking Mark's neck, down his small frame, Roger felt himself harden further with his growing anticipation. Arriving at his chest, Roger teasingly began to lick Mark's hardened left nipple, sucking and nibbling at it hungrily.
Mark took Roger's head in both his hands, bringing him back up to his face; he needed the man's mouth.
He was back up to his partner's lips again, pressing his wet tongue into the filmmaker's very open, eager mouth. Still kissing passionately, he tauntingly began to slide his right hand down across Mark's chest toward his stomach.
As he received the many sensual kisses, he could feel Roger's hand lightly caressing its way down his body. Arching his back in ecstasy, Mark let a shaky moan escape his mouth.
"Rrrog," Mark's breath rattled in pure delight.
His curious hand had entered Mark's pajama pants, and was slowly making its way toward the lower, sensitive region of his lover. Roger stroked and massaged the much stiffened genitals as he kissed Mark's chin, slowly inching his way down his neck.
Mark's soft, pale skin glistened in the light of the room where Roger's saliva was still ever present. Collapsing into the single pillow on his bed, Mark laid in a very ready position.
Kissing and playfully biting Mark, gradually working his way down the scrawny man's chest to his stomach. When his mouth reached the baggy set of dark red plaid pants, the larger man placed a hand on either side of the man's small hips, atop the cotton material.
Tugging at the elastic waistband was nearly enough to make Mark cum. Arching his back instinctively to aid his lover, Mark felt himself begin to shake uncontrollably with pleasure.
Pulling them over his partner's very stiffened member, Roger placed many delightful, wet kisses the entire way down Mark's legs.
At the feel of the larger man's hot, wet tongue and breath, Mark moaned, feeling his body jerk excitedly in sheer satisfaction.
After a long couple of minutes of the sweet torture, Roger finally reached his destination. He yanked the pajama pants little by little over his lover's feet, adding them and his own boxers to the pile of clothes that were spread across the dark, dingy hardwood floor. Roger then began crawling back up the smaller man's frame, sexily dragging himself across his legs, sheepishly smiling all the while.
Mark watched his lover, feeling himself harder further at the feel of his lover's penis touching his leg. The sight of Roger's awkward, yet adorable smile was also driving him crazy, taunting him; he was so beautiful.
"You ready?" Roger casually breathed, sitting atop him.
The smaller man squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, nodding quickly as he cracked a smile.
Never leaving Mark's eyes, his right hand reached the nightstand. Fumbling around until he found the small package he tossed onto it only about ten minutes earlier. He raised the bag to his lips, ripping it open like an animal with his teeth.
"Let me do it," Mark said, his voice trembling slightly.
Roger passed his partner the circular object that he had already removed from the purple container.
Slipping the condom onto the larger man's very hard, thick cock, Mark began to feel somewhat nervous.
Tilting his head up toward the ceiling, closing his eyes, a chill ran up the ex-rocker's spine as he felt Mark's hands on him. He ran his hands up the smaller man's chest, pressing them firmly against the front of his shoulders. He opened his eyes, rolling them from the amazing sensation, returning his eyes to his lover.
Mark wore a look of concern on his face.
"Don't worry," Roger said throatily, "I'll be gentle. I promise."
Mark nodded, completely trusting his lover.
As the larger man turned Mark onto his stomach, both men exhaled very heavily, awaiting the next step.
Pressing his large hand underneath Mark's chest, pulling him into a more accessible position, Roger prepared himself for the actual sex. Neither roommate having enough money for any kind of lubricant, Roger put his index and middle fingers together, placing them in front of the nervous filmmaker's mouth.
Mark intuitively opened his mouth; welcoming them inside, sucking on them, they created their own salivary lube.
Taking back his hand, gently placing it inside his lover, Roger prepared him for what was next to come. Adding a third finger made the smaller man slightly wince. Roger slid them in and out of his partner, hoping that it would ease the pain. Not being able to wait a moment longer, the larger man started to enter the man's small anal hole.
Mark felt himself start to tense, as his walls tightened around Roger's foreign shaft.
Placing his right hand around the smaller man, Roger massaged his partner's balls, trying to relax him. Pulling his cock in and out of the filmmaker, the larger man found it easier and more pleasure some. He pressed himself into him, kissing the lower back of his lover.
Finally able to feel the pleasure while Roger stroked his cock as he reentered him over and over again, Mark could feel himself reaching his climax.
"Rrroger," he moaned in ecstasy, arching his back into the thick shaft, as each of the contractions hit.
Roger could feel Mark's walls tightening around him as he too reached his climax, "Ohh, Mmmark," his voice shook. After slowly slipping out of his roommate, Roger collapsed onto the small bed.
Falling onto his chest, Mark followed the larger man's previous movements. He turned over onto his side, lying partially on Roger's stomach.
Both men laid panting, drenched in sweat.
Roger pulled the condom off his sweaty balls examining it closely to make sure it hadn't broken during their festivities. Happy to see that it hadn't, Roger tossed it on the ground along with everything else.
"Well fuck," Mark huffed.
Roger let out a wheezy laugh at his lover's response. "Is that a good or bad 'fuck'?"
"So good," Mark said, turning his body fully onto his side, gazing up at the ex-rocker.
He smiled, still breathing very heavily. He bent forward on the bed, reaching into the pocket in his boxers and pulled out a small, rectangular box. Putting his mouth up to the box, he expertly removed a single cigarette. He then replaced the box, removing his lighter. Lighting the rolled paper, he breathed in heavily, inhaling all its wonderful riches. Returning to his place beside the smaller man, he exhaled, blowing the smoke away from Mark's face.
"You know I don't like it when you do that, Rog," Mark said sounding concerned.
Roger sighed, "I know, sorry," he said as he kissed the man's sweaty forehead.
Mark relaxed against the larger man's chest, taking the cigarette from his lover. He took a small drag from it, coughing as the smoke entered his lungs.
"Mark," Roger said confused by his partner's actions, "You have asthma, you shouldn't be smoking."
Mark forced a smile, "Just wanted to see what the big deal was."
Roger laughed, putting the cigarette out, "You are too much."
Both men laid silently in each other's embrace for only about ten minutes before feeling tired enough to sleep.
"I love you Rog," the smaller man said quietly, squeezing his lover into a hug.
"I love you too, Mark."
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A/N: Well...this is my first attempt at writing a story about a gay couple...so this was definitely my first attempt at writing a love scene with it! HAHA, hope you liked it and it wasn't too confusing. Anyways, chapter 11 is currently being worked on, so the sooner I get four more reviews, the sooner it'll go up:D