Summary: Post-Rent. What happens when Roger and Mark talk about what
happened during Truth or Dare?
Disclaimer: Je ne possède pas de caractère dans "le Loyer." (I don't own any characters in "Rent.")
A/N-Ok, here's the deal: I'm not going to make this a Mark/Roger fic. My brain just comes up with things and I write them. That's all. So nobody kill me. But a warning: There may be some more slashy stuff. But only to get rid of the slash. Yeah, that sounds right....I hope. Anyway, don't worry, Mimi won't be a bitch forever (I like her too much) and Maureen and Joanne? Well, we'll just have to see about that. *Evil grin* And please, please, please review. Pretty please? With a shirtless Adam Pascal on top?
Chapter 7- Where It's Like the Twilight Zone
Roger went back into the loft and gingerly tapped on Mark's door. "Mark?"
"Go away."
"Mark, please let me in. We really need to talk." Roger pleaded.
"Roger, no, please don't-please don't be nice about this."
"Would you rather I be pissed and yelling at you? Because I'm not pissed, I'm just confused."
"So am I!" The door opened.
"S-sorry. Do you think I could-you know, come in?"
"I don't-yeah, ok." After Roger walked in, Mark closed the door. "What do you wanna know?"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I was scared. Scared that you might never speak to me again."
"Mark, come on. You know me. You know that stuff doesn't weird me out."
"I-I know, but I-I was still nervous. I mean it's you Roger. Big rock star, manly Roger."
"Mark..."
"What?"
"Explain it to me...why?"
"I don't know what you want me to explain, Roger."
"Me either....well how long?"
"How long..." Mark put his head down. "Almost a year."
"A year?!?!"
"Yeah."
"What the hell is wrong with me? Why didn't I notice?"
"Roger-it's not-it's not your fault. Don't get angry at yourself."
"So for the past year you've....had...f-feelings for me?"
"Yeah." Roger sat down on Mark's bed. Everything that's happened over the past four days was really starting to get to him.
"I-Mark, I don't want to hurt you but, you know-you know that I don't feel...that way...right?
"Y-yeah. Look, Roger I don't even know how to describe what I'm feeling. And it's just-it's not normal for me. I mean I've never felt this for any other man. I mean I don't think I'm..."
"Gay?"
"Yeah. I don't think I am." Mark wasn't sure what to say next. He didn't know why he felt everything he felt for Roger. It didn't make sense to him. He was having a hard time processing everything that was happening.
"Um...Mark?"
"Did you ever think of....uh....taking action?"
"What?"
"Did you ever think of, you know...."
"Kissing you?"
"Y-yeah." Roger wasn't sure what made him ask that. He just wanted to know.
"I...well...I...uh....yeah." Mark put his head down in defeat.
"O-oh." Roger suddenly got an idea. And he hoped to God that it worked. "Well what if we...well...kissed?"
"W-what?"
"Well...I mean..." Before Mark could respond Roger kissed him. Mark kissed back. And it became the most awkward, uncomfortable, odd kiss both men had ever experienced. They broke apart and looked at each other strangely. "Well that was, uh...different."
"Yeah...." Mark looked at Roger and felt something he hadn't felt in a while. Nothing.
"Mark?"
"Yeah?
"Do you still...feel anything for me?"
"Surprisingly....no."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Nothing. That was the whole point of the kiss. I thought 'Well if he finally gets to kiss me, maybe he's feelings will go away. And it did."
"Hm...interesting. Does that always work?"
"Don't know. But I've seen it on T.V before."
"Oh, ok."
"So are we cool now?"
"As long as you feel nothing for me."
"Oh, Marky!"
"Shut up!"
"Yes, sir!" Roger mock salutes Mark.
"Why don't we go check on Collins and Maureen? God knows how many beers they've had."
"Yeah. But wouldn't it be funny if they were drunk and we got it on film?"
"It might just be. I'll get my camera." And just like that everything seemed normal again.
A/N: I know that it's practically impossible for Mark's feelings to just go away, but because I say so, they're gone. See, no more slash!
Disclaimer: Je ne possède pas de caractère dans "le Loyer." (I don't own any characters in "Rent.")
A/N-Ok, here's the deal: I'm not going to make this a Mark/Roger fic. My brain just comes up with things and I write them. That's all. So nobody kill me. But a warning: There may be some more slashy stuff. But only to get rid of the slash. Yeah, that sounds right....I hope. Anyway, don't worry, Mimi won't be a bitch forever (I like her too much) and Maureen and Joanne? Well, we'll just have to see about that. *Evil grin* And please, please, please review. Pretty please? With a shirtless Adam Pascal on top?
Chapter 7- Where It's Like the Twilight Zone
Roger went back into the loft and gingerly tapped on Mark's door. "Mark?"
"Go away."
"Mark, please let me in. We really need to talk." Roger pleaded.
"Roger, no, please don't-please don't be nice about this."
"Would you rather I be pissed and yelling at you? Because I'm not pissed, I'm just confused."
"So am I!" The door opened.
"S-sorry. Do you think I could-you know, come in?"
"I don't-yeah, ok." After Roger walked in, Mark closed the door. "What do you wanna know?"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I was scared. Scared that you might never speak to me again."
"Mark, come on. You know me. You know that stuff doesn't weird me out."
"I-I know, but I-I was still nervous. I mean it's you Roger. Big rock star, manly Roger."
"Mark..."
"What?"
"Explain it to me...why?"
"I don't know what you want me to explain, Roger."
"Me either....well how long?"
"How long..." Mark put his head down. "Almost a year."
"A year?!?!"
"Yeah."
"What the hell is wrong with me? Why didn't I notice?"
"Roger-it's not-it's not your fault. Don't get angry at yourself."
"So for the past year you've....had...f-feelings for me?"
"Yeah." Roger sat down on Mark's bed. Everything that's happened over the past four days was really starting to get to him.
"I-Mark, I don't want to hurt you but, you know-you know that I don't feel...that way...right?
"Y-yeah. Look, Roger I don't even know how to describe what I'm feeling. And it's just-it's not normal for me. I mean I've never felt this for any other man. I mean I don't think I'm..."
"Gay?"
"Yeah. I don't think I am." Mark wasn't sure what to say next. He didn't know why he felt everything he felt for Roger. It didn't make sense to him. He was having a hard time processing everything that was happening.
"Um...Mark?"
"Did you ever think of....uh....taking action?"
"What?"
"Did you ever think of, you know...."
"Kissing you?"
"Y-yeah." Roger wasn't sure what made him ask that. He just wanted to know.
"I...well...I...uh....yeah." Mark put his head down in defeat.
"O-oh." Roger suddenly got an idea. And he hoped to God that it worked. "Well what if we...well...kissed?"
"W-what?"
"Well...I mean..." Before Mark could respond Roger kissed him. Mark kissed back. And it became the most awkward, uncomfortable, odd kiss both men had ever experienced. They broke apart and looked at each other strangely. "Well that was, uh...different."
"Yeah...." Mark looked at Roger and felt something he hadn't felt in a while. Nothing.
"Mark?"
"Yeah?
"Do you still...feel anything for me?"
"Surprisingly....no."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Nothing. That was the whole point of the kiss. I thought 'Well if he finally gets to kiss me, maybe he's feelings will go away. And it did."
"Hm...interesting. Does that always work?"
"Don't know. But I've seen it on T.V before."
"Oh, ok."
"So are we cool now?"
"As long as you feel nothing for me."
"Oh, Marky!"
"Shut up!"
"Yes, sir!" Roger mock salutes Mark.
"Why don't we go check on Collins and Maureen? God knows how many beers they've had."
"Yeah. But wouldn't it be funny if they were drunk and we got it on film?"
"It might just be. I'll get my camera." And just like that everything seemed normal again.
A/N: I know that it's practically impossible for Mark's feelings to just go away, but because I say so, they're gone. See, no more slash!