(Author's Note: Sorry it took so long, I am at college and finding time to write is impossible sometimes. I will try to write as often as I can. Sadly I think this story might come to a close here shortly. I am slowly running out of ideas for it and the ones that I do have, I don't know to put it. I also have three different endings for this story and I have no idea what I am going to use… Well enough of that… here is the next chapter)

Chapter Ten: Breakfast

The next morning Roger woke with a new feeling. It was a feeling he liked; Mark wrapped in his arms. This time he didn't have to worry about Mark waking up and trying to take off like he had the day Roger found out he was sick. Roger was happy about that. He kissed the top of Mark's head before snuggling back down against him and falling back asleep. Roger never wanted this to end, but unfortunately all good things must come to an end. He was glad that this good thing had at least four months before things started to fall apart.

Mark woke up to having Roger snuggling close to him. He loved the feel of having someone close to him and having it be someone who loved him. It wasn't like all the other times when he woke up next to Roger. That had been when it was Roger needing to be held so he wouldn't hurt himself or to be reassured that he was safe and not alone and that someone cared. This time it was because Roger wanted to be next to him and he wanted Roger there.

He loved how he could feel Roger's breath as he exhaled. Roger's head was still resting on his and he was still resting against Roger's chest. Mark moved his head slowly and careful so he wouldn't wake Roger. Mark moved a little in Roger's arms so that their heads were closer to being the same level. Mark reached up and played with Roger's hair. Roger didn't move very much, but he made a slight movement. Mark then leaned in and started to kiss Roger's neck. Slight moans started to come from Roger and Mark could tell he was enjoying it. Mark then blew lightly into Roger's ear and Roger moaned some more. Mark couldn't help but want to laugh.

He held back his laughter and went back to kissing Roger's neck. Roger moved and stirred slightly to the pleasure he was receiving with this. Mark then moved and kissed Roger on the lips. This fully woke Roger and he kissed back and pulled Mark on top of him. Roger wrapped his arms tightly around Mark and kissed him back. They pulled apart and looked at each other. "I take it as you enjoyed that?" Mark said as Roger was still trying to wake up. Roger just nodded his head. "I figured." Mark said and kissed Roger again. Mark rolled off Roger and then sat up in bed. Roger just rolled over to look at him.

"Why are we up so early?" Roger asked as he had moved Mark's wrist so he could see the time. It was 7:30 in the morning and that was too early for Roger and even Mark for that matter, to get up on a typical Saturday. Roger had moved so he was closer to Mark even thought Mark was sitting Indian style on the bed.

"Trust me, I would love to just lay back down and go back to sleep next to you, but I have to work today. I'll be home early this afternoon so that's a plus." Mark said. He bent down and kissed Roger on the forehead. Roger was already starting to go back to sleep. Mark crawled out of bed and put the covers back around Roger. Roger was already back a sleep and Mark just laughed. He grabbed some clothes and headed to the bathroom.

Mark took off his boxers and then jumped into the shower. He hadn't had time for one yesterday, well he could have had time but he never made any. Once he was done he dressed and then headed back to his room. He put his dirty boxers in the dirty clothes pile in his room and walked over to his bed. He grabbed his glasses and looked down at Roger. He bent over and kissed him before grabbing his things and heading out the door. He really didn't want to go to work, but they needed the money and Mark was still well enough to work.

Mark returned home around 1:30 that afternoon. Roger was in the kitchen eating when Mark came in through the door. He dropped his bag and slowly made his way over to the couch. Mark fell onto the couch and almost instantly fell asleep.

Roger put his dishes in the sink before sitting on the floor next to couch. Mark was already asleep when Roger sat down. Whatever work Mark had done at work that morning had completely worn him out.

Carefully as he could, Roger removed Mark's shoes and then placed a blanket over his sleeping form. Roger then grabbed his guitar and headed out onto the roof. He wanted to work more of his song for Mark without waking him up.

Mark woke hours later to see Roger sitting at the table just like he had when he came home. "I must not have been a sleep for very long." He said more to himself than anything else.

"You've been asleep for four hours, how's that not very long?" Roger asked.

"You've been sitting there the whole time?" Mark asked. Roger grabbed his drink and sat down on the floor next to Mark.

"No, I've been on the roof playing, and in my room reading, and I finally came out here to get something to drink. I was just in the same place when you fell asleep as you were when you woke up." Roger said.

"Oh" Mark yawned as he rubbed his eyes under his glasses. "Do we have anything to eat?" Mark asked.

"Um… I'm sure I can find something." Roger said. He stood up and headed into the kitchen. He looked around, but the only thing he found was cereal. "We have cheerio's" Roger said as he held up the box.

Mark just chuckled before standing up and moving into the kitchen. "That's fine." Mark said as he grabbed a bowl and the milk from the fridge. After eating his cereal, he went into his room and changed into a t-shirt and a pair of sweats.

"Feel any better?" Roger asked as Mark came over to him and stood in front of him.

"Some" Mark said as he wrapped his arms around Roger's neck. Roger put his cup down, the same one he had when Mark woke up, and then snaked his arms around Mark's waist.

"Why don't you go to bed? You still look sleepy and I don't want you getting sick again." Roger said.

"Yes mommy." Mark said.

"Good boy." Roger smiled at Mark. He gently kissed Mark good-night before Mark headed into his room to sleep. Roger would join him when he got tired, but at 6 he was hardly tired.

It was becoming a normal thing every time that Mark worked. He would come home, sleep, eat, change clothes, talk to Roger, who would kiss him good-night and send him to bed. Roger didn't see much of Mark on the days that he worked, but he knew the next day he would up and ready to do something. After a day of work, the next day was spent with Roger.

Roger was beginning to get use to this whole routine that was going on. He loved Mark dearly and his determination to not give up, but Roger was afraid that Mark would get sick and he was scared shitless of Mark dying.

Roger changed his clothes and then crawled into bed next to Mark. As soon as he had laid down Mark had snuggled in next to him. Before long Roger was asleep.

Roger woke the next morning to a smell that had never before been in the loft. He hadn't smelt it since before he graduated high school. He loved the smell and it could only belong to his favorite breakfast food: bacon.

He quickly got out of bed and walked out of Mark's room to see Mark in the kitchen cooking. There was actually food in the loft for the first time in ages. Roger walked into the kitchen and snaked his arms around Mark's waist. He kissed Mark's neck as Mark cooked scrambled eggs.

"Where did we get the food from?" Roger asked.

"I got paid yesterday, but I was too tired to go after work, so I got up early this morning while you were sleeping." Mark said.

"Do you want any help?" Roger asked. His arms were still around Mark's waist.

"Get out plates." Mark said. Roger let him go and grabbed two cleans plates and handed them to Mark. Mark filled them with scrambled eggs and bacon before putting them on the table. Roger filled two mugs with coffee and put them next to the plates. Mark grabbed forks and both men sat down to eat their first real breakfast in years.

"This is amazing, Mark." Roger said as he ate his bacon.

"I knew you'd loved it so I couldn't help but get it. I just hope you don't want it again for a while." Mark said with a smile. Roger looked at him. "Don't worry; I didn't spend that much on it. I don't like cooking it, it takes too long." Mark laughed.

Mark and Roger enjoyed their meal while in each other's company.

(Author's note: there is the next chapter. Sorry if they are out of character, but that's just how it worked for me while I was writing.

I am currently stuck. I have no idea where to go with this story. I don't know if I should add more or just skip a few months and go to more dramatic stuff… If anyone has any idea what I should do next, that would be great… Thanks!)