Mark
As I see the expression on his face change I grin, knowing that he's starting
to see my point and will probably end up agreeing with me. Feeling his arms
around me confirms my thoughts and after his question I pretend to think for a
moment and then lean in to kiss him, more forcibly this time before answering.
"Who needs a bed, If you are, I'm fine right here for the moment."
Roger
I start to shake my head, then immediately pause the action. Nothing says we necessarily have to... well, if we end up... I'm sending Mark on the condom run. I lean up to kiss Mark again, everything having been resolved. We mess around on the couch a little until I've regained my "dominating" position. I break away, looking at Mark. "Hey, Mark? Have you ever... with a guy before?"
Mark
Feeling him on top of me is awesome, I've always liked bigger guys... And I
know there are condoms in my dresser so there's nothing to worry about. At his
question I break out laughing, "Of course I have, I mean
what non-straight guy... wait a minute, am I seriously your first time?"
Roger
I roll my eyes, poking Mark in the side. How was I supposed to know he wasn't straight? He's been Maureen's little boy toy for almost as long as I've known him. "Come on, Marky, which one of us is the one who's been admitting to being bisexual for 5 years?"
Mark
"What!?!" I stare at Roger, how
could I have not known he was bi? I must have just been really unobservant… or
repressing. After all, I've been terrified to make my move before now. I'm just
gonna have to fake it. "Um… You… However!" Loophole! Perfect! "I've lived with you
for quite a while and I've never seen you bring home, or go somewhere, with a
guy. Watch gay porn yeah, and look at guys yeah, but have you actually ever
slept with one?" Because him avoiding my questions can
only mean several things.
Roger
I start to pout, Mark's questioning my masculinity. I don't think I like that. "You're not my keeper, you don't go everywhere with me. I've never seen you bring a guy home either, Mark, didn't even know you were gay. What does that tell you, hmm? Hmmm?" I lower my hands and start to tickle his sides.
Mark
"That I can hide it from you... You
on the other hand, have a tendency to tell all when drunk,
and I've been with you plenty of times when you were drunk, and I've never
heard of anything with guys," I smirk and I lick his neck. "So have
you?"
Roger
I jerk my head away from Mark, scowling. Why does everyone always think they can use sex to distract me? I'm not Maureen! "Course." I'm Roger. I sit up on Mark's legs and straighten out my shirt. "Just wanted to know if you had, so I could take it slow for you." I poke his chest and scowl more.
Mark
Mmmmm yes, that it, I almost start to laugh with is
so stereotypically Roger. "Fine then, whatever you want, so now we both
know that neither of us needs any part of this to be slow, shall we
continue?" I ask rhetorically then wrap my arms around him and press
closer, running one of my hands up his chest.
Roger
"No." I scowl deeply, getting up from my seat on his legs. If he's going to be mean, I'm going to make him wait. "Mood's lost." With that, I stomp into my bedroom and close the door. I immediately grab my guitar, plopping down on the bed. After getting it tuned, I decide to start on a new song. Possibly about how Mark's being a jerk. That's supposed to be my job.
Mark
He's completely impossible. "Roger," I knock on his door. "Come
on, I know you're horny, I could feel it through your pants and I can think of
several ways to make you feel really good, and I know that's what you want,
I've seen you looking at me too many times to doubt that... and it's what I
want too..." My voice trails off as I await his response.
Roger
I reach over and turn on the amp I moved into my room. "Can't hear you, Mr. Cohen! I'm playing the guitar," I call through the door. I'm not planning on giving him what he wants until he apologizes. If anyone should doubt anyone... "Besides, my pants-state is my business."
Mark
Walking over to the other side of the room I flip the breaker to make the amp
stop working and then walk into his room, for some reason knowing I won't get
killed. "Roger, I'm sorry for teasing you, and that's all it was, teasing.
I can joke sometimes, and you tease too."
Roger
I pout again, I didn't get to make him suffer for as long as I wanted. Then, I realize I'm pouting and immediately set my guitar on the amp to give myself type to wipe the pout away. I'm acting like Maureen! It's horrible. The end of the world. Nobody wants to be like Maureen Johnson. Especially not Roger Davis. I lay back on my bed in a "porn-star" pose and grin at Mark. "Alright, come over here, Lover Boy."
Mark
That's much better, and I like the pose, I think to
myself as I walk towards him and slowly lay myself down on top of him.
"I'll do whatever you like," I smile; I'm going to enjoy this veeeeery much.
Roger
Ah, silly Mark. I grin, flipping us over, so I'm back on top the way I like. The whole situation here doesn't seem real, and I keep on thinking I'll wake up and find Mimi next to me, screaming because I was talking in my sleep. "Well..." I muse, gently running my hands up his sweater. "I think it's going to have to begin with you undressing me, Marky. After all, I am the one in control." And I always will be.
Mark
Mmmm, I certainly don't mind doing that, I think to
myself before slipping my sweeter off and then start on his T-shirt, feeling
his muscles underneath it, after getting that thing off his head I begin
undoing the button and zipper on his pants while kissing him passionately.
Roger
As Mark's hands fumble with my leather pants, which I know are hell- especially for someone inexperienced, my eyes close. I start to get concerned about how my mind and body seem to have decided Mark and Mimi are interchangeable. I mean, I KNOW Mimi is vulnerable, but she's not a geeky male filmmaker... And apparently Mark has a wild side, but if I ever saw him as the starring act in a strip club-- I'd have to run screaming. So why am I letting this-- Stupid thoughts all fly out of my mind as Mark starts to do... something. This really ISN'T his first time.
Mark
After finally getting his pants off I slip out of mind, but not before grabbing
the few things I placed in my pocket before telling him, in hopes that this
would happen. Unwrapping one of the condoms I slip it on before moving down to
give Roger the experience of a lifetime...
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Author's Note: My, isn't Mark a little slut? Hehehe, nevermind… again, it is going somewhere!
Disclaimer: Again, not ours.
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