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Chapter Three: Is This Love?
(Roger's POV)
I think it must be around two in the morning, and I think I was asleep on the couch (considering that's where I'm laying and that's where I'm waking up). Despite the darkness, I see the outline of Mark's projecter and I now remember that I fell asleep here after watching some of his films.
Something moves beside me. I look down to see Mark curled up against me and breathing softly; his glasses are still on. Carefully, as not to wake him, I take them off and place them on the arm of the couch. Looking down again, I realize how fragile he looks. What a stero-type; he has alot of strength when it comes to being mentally strong.
He stirs a bitm and is near falling off the couch. I reach out my arm and catch him, pulling him back onto the piece of furniture. It's cold in the loft, so he snuggles closer to me. God, he's cute. Wait, did I just say he's cute? Well, he is. I look at him again. So fragile, so cute, my Mark. There's this feeling in me now, something I've never felt, but it's wonderful. Everytime Mark moves, it sends a shiver down my spine. Am I... am I developing feelings for Mark?
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(Mark's POV)
I'm waking up - on the couch - and something is keeping me warm. I open my eyes to find them staring at Roger's chest, and his arm is around me. This is such an amzing feelingm and since he hasn't noticed I'm awake, I move closer to him. Now I'm as close as possible to him. He shivers slightly and his breathing becomes heavier. Is this a good sign? I look up at him, and he's looking at me like he's never loked at anyone before.
"Roger?" I ask him, forcing my eyes to say focused on his instead of letting them wander to where his fingers are tracing patterns lightly on my back.
"Mark." He responds, only his voice sounds different - hot and heavy. What's going on?
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(Roger's POV)
I don't know what's going on, but it's weird. Inside, I long for Mark. To hold him, to kiss him, to _love_ him. Am I just thinking this because I'm alone again, or is this something more? Is this Love?
Chapter Three: Is This Love?
(Roger's POV)
I think it must be around two in the morning, and I think I was asleep on the couch (considering that's where I'm laying and that's where I'm waking up). Despite the darkness, I see the outline of Mark's projecter and I now remember that I fell asleep here after watching some of his films.
Something moves beside me. I look down to see Mark curled up against me and breathing softly; his glasses are still on. Carefully, as not to wake him, I take them off and place them on the arm of the couch. Looking down again, I realize how fragile he looks. What a stero-type; he has alot of strength when it comes to being mentally strong.
He stirs a bitm and is near falling off the couch. I reach out my arm and catch him, pulling him back onto the piece of furniture. It's cold in the loft, so he snuggles closer to me. God, he's cute. Wait, did I just say he's cute? Well, he is. I look at him again. So fragile, so cute, my Mark. There's this feeling in me now, something I've never felt, but it's wonderful. Everytime Mark moves, it sends a shiver down my spine. Am I... am I developing feelings for Mark?
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(Mark's POV)
I'm waking up - on the couch - and something is keeping me warm. I open my eyes to find them staring at Roger's chest, and his arm is around me. This is such an amzing feelingm and since he hasn't noticed I'm awake, I move closer to him. Now I'm as close as possible to him. He shivers slightly and his breathing becomes heavier. Is this a good sign? I look up at him, and he's looking at me like he's never loked at anyone before.
"Roger?" I ask him, forcing my eyes to say focused on his instead of letting them wander to where his fingers are tracing patterns lightly on my back.
"Mark." He responds, only his voice sounds different - hot and heavy. What's going on?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~
(Roger's POV)
I don't know what's going on, but it's weird. Inside, I long for Mark. To hold him, to kiss him, to _love_ him. Am I just thinking this because I'm alone again, or is this something more? Is this Love?