Author's Note: Well, I didn't expect an update to happen this fast, but I
had a case of insomnia last night and a surge of inspiration so I wrote,
lol.
Chapter Two - I'll Cover You
"The sun just came up and already they're arguing."
Roger was underneath the blankets of his bed as he stared up at the ceiling. The soft sunbeams of dawn were starting to fill his room, much like Mark and Maureen's voices were filling the loft.
Roger's opinions about the relationship problems were voiced from each member of the couple and their words floated into the musician's ears, some as harsh as notes from a guitar hat wasn't tuned properly.
Finally, Roger couldn't stand the noise anymore. Getting out of bed, he scruffed up his hair and rubbed his face to give himself an I-just-woke-up look. He put on a slight scowl, hoping to make it seem as though Mark and Maureen had woken him up. Making sure his look was in place, Roger walked out of his room and straight to the kitchen, pausing once to glare at the couple, who had gone silent, on the couch.
"I think we woke him up," Mark said quietly.
Maureen looked at her boyfriend. "You don't say?" she said as sarcasm dripped off of her words like venom. Before Mark could retort, she stood up saying, "I'll go apologize to him." The drama queen went, more quickly than necessary, into the kitchen after Roger.
Maureen found the songwriter cradling a cup of coffee by the counter.
"Marky and I are sorry about waking you up, Roger," she said in a sexy- pouty voice. She looked up at her blonde roommate with innocent eyes as she wrapped her leg around his.
Roger, who had an uneasy look, set down his coffee. Looking down at Maureen, he said quietly, "Maureen. I don't think you should be hitting on mewhile your boyfriend is sitting on the couch.."
"Oh, hush," Maureen placed her finger on Roger's mouth. "What Mark doesn't know can't hurt him. Besides," she pressed her body against his, "you're probably a much better lover than he is." With that said, she kissed Roger roughly. Roger reacted by kissing her back and putting his arms around her waist. He had Maureen on the counter with her legs wrapped around his waist when they heard Mark coming.
Mark entered the kitchen and found Roger cradling his coffee cup and Maureen painting her nails. He began to make some tea and he looking at Roger.
"I know Maureen already apologized," he said, "but sorry again about this morning, Roger."
"Forget about it," Roger smiled. "I have my coffee, I'm happy."
"Good, good." Mark stirred some sugar into his tea.
"Well, I have places to go and people to see," Maureen said. She stood up and admired her newly painted nails. "I'll see you boys later." She sneaked a wink at Roger before she headed out the door.
Mark walked back to the couch as the phone rang. He ignored it, as usual, and chose to screen the call.
"Mark, it's Cindy," said a very feminine voice on the answering machine; it caused Mark to stop dead in his tracks. "I don't know where the hell you are every time we try calling you, but right now is the worst time for you not to answer. Mom's gotten into a car accident and she's in the hospital. I'll call back later to tell you how she's doing." The room went quiet after the small 'beep' from the answering machine.
Roger came rushing out of the kitchen when he heard a small crash. He looked towards Mark and saw that he had dropped his cup of tea, and was slowly falling backwards.
In a flash, Roger's arms were around Mark's waist as the caught the smaller man in mid-fall. Using little strength, Roger brought his friend to the couch.
"Mark," Roger looked at his roommate with concern, "are you alright?"
Mark shook his head.
"Is it Maureen again?" Roger bit his lip, wondering if Mark knew.
Once again, Mark shook his head.
Hiding his relief, Roger then asked, "What is it then?"
"My mom," Mark said in a dry voice. "She was in a car crash. Cindy never said bad she was hurt." A tear fell down his cheek. "Oh. Man, I'm sorry," Roger said sympathetically. He wrapped his arms around Mark in a comforting hug and began to whisper soothing words to relax him. Not even thinking about what he was doing, Roger began running his hand along Mark's back and he kissed his head.
This caused Mark to look up at his friend with a questioning look, but Roger could only answer it with a shy look that made Mark melt inside.
Wrapping his arms around Roger now, Mark rested his head on the guitarists well-defined chest. In turn, Roger rested his chin on Mark's head and rocked him back and forth gently. The two soon fell into a light sleep as they waited for Cindy's next call.
Chapter Two - I'll Cover You
"The sun just came up and already they're arguing."
Roger was underneath the blankets of his bed as he stared up at the ceiling. The soft sunbeams of dawn were starting to fill his room, much like Mark and Maureen's voices were filling the loft.
Roger's opinions about the relationship problems were voiced from each member of the couple and their words floated into the musician's ears, some as harsh as notes from a guitar hat wasn't tuned properly.
Finally, Roger couldn't stand the noise anymore. Getting out of bed, he scruffed up his hair and rubbed his face to give himself an I-just-woke-up look. He put on a slight scowl, hoping to make it seem as though Mark and Maureen had woken him up. Making sure his look was in place, Roger walked out of his room and straight to the kitchen, pausing once to glare at the couple, who had gone silent, on the couch.
"I think we woke him up," Mark said quietly.
Maureen looked at her boyfriend. "You don't say?" she said as sarcasm dripped off of her words like venom. Before Mark could retort, she stood up saying, "I'll go apologize to him." The drama queen went, more quickly than necessary, into the kitchen after Roger.
Maureen found the songwriter cradling a cup of coffee by the counter.
"Marky and I are sorry about waking you up, Roger," she said in a sexy- pouty voice. She looked up at her blonde roommate with innocent eyes as she wrapped her leg around his.
Roger, who had an uneasy look, set down his coffee. Looking down at Maureen, he said quietly, "Maureen. I don't think you should be hitting on mewhile your boyfriend is sitting on the couch.."
"Oh, hush," Maureen placed her finger on Roger's mouth. "What Mark doesn't know can't hurt him. Besides," she pressed her body against his, "you're probably a much better lover than he is." With that said, she kissed Roger roughly. Roger reacted by kissing her back and putting his arms around her waist. He had Maureen on the counter with her legs wrapped around his waist when they heard Mark coming.
Mark entered the kitchen and found Roger cradling his coffee cup and Maureen painting her nails. He began to make some tea and he looking at Roger.
"I know Maureen already apologized," he said, "but sorry again about this morning, Roger."
"Forget about it," Roger smiled. "I have my coffee, I'm happy."
"Good, good." Mark stirred some sugar into his tea.
"Well, I have places to go and people to see," Maureen said. She stood up and admired her newly painted nails. "I'll see you boys later." She sneaked a wink at Roger before she headed out the door.
Mark walked back to the couch as the phone rang. He ignored it, as usual, and chose to screen the call.
"Mark, it's Cindy," said a very feminine voice on the answering machine; it caused Mark to stop dead in his tracks. "I don't know where the hell you are every time we try calling you, but right now is the worst time for you not to answer. Mom's gotten into a car accident and she's in the hospital. I'll call back later to tell you how she's doing." The room went quiet after the small 'beep' from the answering machine.
Roger came rushing out of the kitchen when he heard a small crash. He looked towards Mark and saw that he had dropped his cup of tea, and was slowly falling backwards.
In a flash, Roger's arms were around Mark's waist as the caught the smaller man in mid-fall. Using little strength, Roger brought his friend to the couch.
"Mark," Roger looked at his roommate with concern, "are you alright?"
Mark shook his head.
"Is it Maureen again?" Roger bit his lip, wondering if Mark knew.
Once again, Mark shook his head.
Hiding his relief, Roger then asked, "What is it then?"
"My mom," Mark said in a dry voice. "She was in a car crash. Cindy never said bad she was hurt." A tear fell down his cheek. "Oh. Man, I'm sorry," Roger said sympathetically. He wrapped his arms around Mark in a comforting hug and began to whisper soothing words to relax him. Not even thinking about what he was doing, Roger began running his hand along Mark's back and he kissed his head.
This caused Mark to look up at his friend with a questioning look, but Roger could only answer it with a shy look that made Mark melt inside.
Wrapping his arms around Roger now, Mark rested his head on the guitarists well-defined chest. In turn, Roger rested his chin on Mark's head and rocked him back and forth gently. The two soon fell into a light sleep as they waited for Cindy's next call.
