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Chapter 13 -A Lot More To Worry About-
+Roger's POV+
My eyes blink open wearily. I turn my head and find a pair of gentle blue eyes smiling down at me. I raise a hand to touch his face, my fingers trailing over his cheek. His lips twitch slightly and he lays his own hand over mine.
"I wasn't embarrassed of us." He tells me softly.
I try to smile. "I know."
He sighs. "It was just, hard, you know?" He bites his lip and looks away. "You know how my parents are, and Cindy. And. . ."
"I know Mark, I know."
"Do you think we could, maybe. . ." He's blushing now. "Try it again?"
I smile. "Yeah, I think we could."
He finally looks back at me, his expression washed with relief and happiness. "Really?"
I laugh softly; it hurts my throat if I let go completely. "Yeah, so kiss me you jerk."
He grins and starts to lean over and I move up to meet him when we hear a door open and then footsteps. That doesn't stop us but the voice does.
"What the. . . oh, sorry." It's what's-his-name, Benny, I think. Mark told me a little about him last night. My lips are an inch away from Mark's and I desperately wish I had the strength or motivation to shove Benny out the door and finally be with Mark alone in the loft. Somehow though, I doubt that'll happen anytime soon. Or at all.
"Morning, Benny." Mark says, annoyance in his voice. At least I'm not the only one irritated at the prospect of a lost moment. He doesn't move though, which I hope means he wants to continue as soon as Benny finds it in his heart to leave us the hell alone. But of course this won't happen, Benny is leaning against the wall about to start an early morning conversation.
"So are you two, like, together now? I always wondered about you, Mark."
I try to hide my smirk from Mark but he pulls away and shoves me gently, smiling as well.
"Fuck off, Benny."
Benny narrows his eyes. "Fine. I'll be back later, I'm spending the day with Alison."
When the door slams shut I look back at Mark. "Who's Alison?"
He shrugs. "I'm not really sure. Some rich girl he's been seeing the past couple weeks."
"Rich girl?"
"Yeah, it doesn't matter." He leans in again, and my lips brush his for a moment before the door opens again.
"What'd you forget, Ben. . . oh."
I hear a giggle and roll my eyes. It's Maureen, and now all I can do is watch Mark's mouth as he talks with her, willing her and the rest of the world to just disappear.
"Roger? Can you hear me? Or are you staring at Marky?" She giggles again and I groan.
"What Maureen?"
"I asked if you were feeling any better. Any chance of me being able to start sleeping here again anytime soon? Josh is being a real dick. Then again," Giggle. "Maybe I don't want to be in such close proximity."
We both blush on that note. I hadn't really even thought about that. I want to look at Mark, maybe catch what he's thinking, but I'm too embarrassed to look him in the eye. What if he thinks I expect that from him? I don't, I could never ask him to risk himself like that. We sit in this awkward avoidance for a few moments until Maureen has enough sense to break the silence by changing the subject.
"I'm going to make a sandwich and then I'm off to work, I'm gonna bring my stuff back tonight then."
"Yeah, um." Mark makes an attempt to clear his throat since his voice came out as a strangled wheeze. "We'll probably just stay out here for awhile anyway."
"Sure." Maureen says absently. Mark pulls away completely and sits up and I do the same.
"There's no food!"
Mark laughs, probably glad she again saved us from having to talk to each other. "What did you expect?"
She stalks back in waving a box of Captain Crunch at us. "Not even any cereal. Who takes the last of the cereal and leaves the box?"
"Probably Benny." I mumble to myself, folding my arms over my chest. Maureen giggles.
"I'd believe it, if he hadn't started on his 'I'm better than everyone' trend. He thinks he's too good to eat cereal for three straight meals. Or just in general."
I fain shock. "But it's the most important food group!" Mark cracks a smile, but his face quickly melts again when he looks back at me.
She opens her purse. "Well I've got a couple dollars, I'll buy a drink or something before work." She heads for the door waving to us over her shoulder. "See you tonight!"
Mark waves to her and I grunt unintelligibly. I have a lot more to worry about than I thought.
"So. . ." Mark starts.
"So. . ."
He sighs. "I think we need to talk a little bit."
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Notes: I'm sorry there's not much happening. Next up: the little boys in NYC having a gay old time, hopefully this weekend!
Notes:
Chapter 13 -A Lot More To Worry About-
+Roger's POV+
My eyes blink open wearily. I turn my head and find a pair of gentle blue eyes smiling down at me. I raise a hand to touch his face, my fingers trailing over his cheek. His lips twitch slightly and he lays his own hand over mine.
"I wasn't embarrassed of us." He tells me softly.
I try to smile. "I know."
He sighs. "It was just, hard, you know?" He bites his lip and looks away. "You know how my parents are, and Cindy. And. . ."
"I know Mark, I know."
"Do you think we could, maybe. . ." He's blushing now. "Try it again?"
I smile. "Yeah, I think we could."
He finally looks back at me, his expression washed with relief and happiness. "Really?"
I laugh softly; it hurts my throat if I let go completely. "Yeah, so kiss me you jerk."
He grins and starts to lean over and I move up to meet him when we hear a door open and then footsteps. That doesn't stop us but the voice does.
"What the. . . oh, sorry." It's what's-his-name, Benny, I think. Mark told me a little about him last night. My lips are an inch away from Mark's and I desperately wish I had the strength or motivation to shove Benny out the door and finally be with Mark alone in the loft. Somehow though, I doubt that'll happen anytime soon. Or at all.
"Morning, Benny." Mark says, annoyance in his voice. At least I'm not the only one irritated at the prospect of a lost moment. He doesn't move though, which I hope means he wants to continue as soon as Benny finds it in his heart to leave us the hell alone. But of course this won't happen, Benny is leaning against the wall about to start an early morning conversation.
"So are you two, like, together now? I always wondered about you, Mark."
I try to hide my smirk from Mark but he pulls away and shoves me gently, smiling as well.
"Fuck off, Benny."
Benny narrows his eyes. "Fine. I'll be back later, I'm spending the day with Alison."
When the door slams shut I look back at Mark. "Who's Alison?"
He shrugs. "I'm not really sure. Some rich girl he's been seeing the past couple weeks."
"Rich girl?"
"Yeah, it doesn't matter." He leans in again, and my lips brush his for a moment before the door opens again.
"What'd you forget, Ben. . . oh."
I hear a giggle and roll my eyes. It's Maureen, and now all I can do is watch Mark's mouth as he talks with her, willing her and the rest of the world to just disappear.
"Roger? Can you hear me? Or are you staring at Marky?" She giggles again and I groan.
"What Maureen?"
"I asked if you were feeling any better. Any chance of me being able to start sleeping here again anytime soon? Josh is being a real dick. Then again," Giggle. "Maybe I don't want to be in such close proximity."
We both blush on that note. I hadn't really even thought about that. I want to look at Mark, maybe catch what he's thinking, but I'm too embarrassed to look him in the eye. What if he thinks I expect that from him? I don't, I could never ask him to risk himself like that. We sit in this awkward avoidance for a few moments until Maureen has enough sense to break the silence by changing the subject.
"I'm going to make a sandwich and then I'm off to work, I'm gonna bring my stuff back tonight then."
"Yeah, um." Mark makes an attempt to clear his throat since his voice came out as a strangled wheeze. "We'll probably just stay out here for awhile anyway."
"Sure." Maureen says absently. Mark pulls away completely and sits up and I do the same.
"There's no food!"
Mark laughs, probably glad she again saved us from having to talk to each other. "What did you expect?"
She stalks back in waving a box of Captain Crunch at us. "Not even any cereal. Who takes the last of the cereal and leaves the box?"
"Probably Benny." I mumble to myself, folding my arms over my chest. Maureen giggles.
"I'd believe it, if he hadn't started on his 'I'm better than everyone' trend. He thinks he's too good to eat cereal for three straight meals. Or just in general."
I fain shock. "But it's the most important food group!" Mark cracks a smile, but his face quickly melts again when he looks back at me.
She opens her purse. "Well I've got a couple dollars, I'll buy a drink or something before work." She heads for the door waving to us over her shoulder. "See you tonight!"
Mark waves to her and I grunt unintelligibly. I have a lot more to worry about than I thought.
"So. . ." Mark starts.
"So. . ."
He sighs. "I think we need to talk a little bit."
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Notes: I'm sorry there's not much happening. Next up: the little boys in NYC having a gay old time, hopefully this weekend!