Disclaimers and summary on first chapter
Notes: Apparently FF.net had some problems, so I apologize for the space between updates even though it wasn't my fault. Here are my newest two chapters. I think we'll all be happy with the amount of er. . . action. . . in them. (
Chapter 21 -Did I Ever Doubt-
+Roger's POV+ -a couple days later-
I feel someone shaking me gently. Slowly I open my eyes and look up at Mark. He grins widely and I feebly return it before groaning and rolling over.
"Oh come on, Rog! I found something! Something you're really going to like!"
When he reaches for me again I push him away. "Unless it's a powerful drug you approve of, I don't really want to hear about it."
I know I've upset him, but I feel like shit and am in no mood to move. He persists, urging me in a gentle voice to get out of bed. Why does he bother with me? And why did I have to mention drugs?
I turn over in the bed and look up at him sleepily.
"Fine. What is it, Mark? What is so fucking important it couldn't wait till. . ."
I see it against the wall, my battered guitar case. Although in significantly worse shape than the last time I saw it, it's there. I can only assume that my guitar is inside, I can only pray.
Slowly, with Mark's help, I sit up in bed and he brings the case over to me. I open it and, sure enough, inside lays my old Fender. I pick it up gently, pushing the case away, and hold it close to my body. It's missing the strings and there're a lot of areas of paint that have been chipped off and a pretty sizeable nick toward the bottom, but it's my guitar. I hold it tightly and seized with guilt I look up at Mark. He lays his hand on my shoulder and kisses my forehead.
"Where did you find it?" I ask him, softly.
"A few blocks from here, near some garbage cans. I bought it off of some guy for $10." He smiles at me. "I thought you might want it back."
I run my fingers along the neck, not really feeling the urge to play, but more to remember what it felt like.
"If you want, I have some more money. We could buy strings." He says cautiously.
I look up at him and smile. I take his hand in mine and bring it to my lips and kiss the back.
"I love you."
He moves closer and wraps his arms around me. "I know." He whispers, leaving a soft trail of kisses along my neck. I pull away just enough to lay the guitar back in its case and move it to the floor. Mark slides into my arms and I kiss him gently, pushing him backwards so that I lay beside him. I prop myself up on one elbow and look down at him.
"What did I ever do to deserve you?"
He blushes. "Say things like that."
I grin. "Is that how I won you over? Flattery?"
I kiss him again, moving my body so it's on top of his. My hands go down to his waist, settle on his hips, then I bring them back up so they slide under his shirt and I pull it upwards. He lifts his body up and I pull it off. I let my lips fall onto his chest, and my hands run down his sides. I lift my body off of his some and reach for the opening on his pants. I position myself lower and take off his pants and shorts. He's already half hard, which I take to be a good sign. I wrap my hand around him and begin a slow, steady rhythm. A minute later I brush my lips against the tip, and allow my tongue to come into play. He gasps beneath me and I let my other hand rest on his thigh. I realize quickly that he's gotten no better at holding out during this than the last time years ago. Another minute or so later I hear him bite back a cry and I pull away and he releases himself in my hand. I give him a minute to recover then hold out my other hand and pull him up. He kisses my cheek and I wrap my arm around him.
"I think we need a shower." I tell him.
He smiles when he stands up and extends a hand for me. I take it and follow him, wrapping my arms around him from behind. Did I ever doubt we were perfect when together?
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Notes Continued: Pretty soon it's taking a dramatic turn for the depressing, obviously RENT has to happen eventually, and as much as I don't want him to, Roger has to fuck Mimi for a while. (Not that I dislike Mimi at all, she's one of my favorite characters after Mark and Roger. But this is slash we're talking about and we all know there's no one better for Roger than Marky.) Although I'm considering writing a sequel that will continue this part of the story when this one is finished.
Notes: Apparently FF.net had some problems, so I apologize for the space between updates even though it wasn't my fault. Here are my newest two chapters. I think we'll all be happy with the amount of er. . . action. . . in them. (
Chapter 21 -Did I Ever Doubt-
+Roger's POV+ -a couple days later-
I feel someone shaking me gently. Slowly I open my eyes and look up at Mark. He grins widely and I feebly return it before groaning and rolling over.
"Oh come on, Rog! I found something! Something you're really going to like!"
When he reaches for me again I push him away. "Unless it's a powerful drug you approve of, I don't really want to hear about it."
I know I've upset him, but I feel like shit and am in no mood to move. He persists, urging me in a gentle voice to get out of bed. Why does he bother with me? And why did I have to mention drugs?
I turn over in the bed and look up at him sleepily.
"Fine. What is it, Mark? What is so fucking important it couldn't wait till. . ."
I see it against the wall, my battered guitar case. Although in significantly worse shape than the last time I saw it, it's there. I can only assume that my guitar is inside, I can only pray.
Slowly, with Mark's help, I sit up in bed and he brings the case over to me. I open it and, sure enough, inside lays my old Fender. I pick it up gently, pushing the case away, and hold it close to my body. It's missing the strings and there're a lot of areas of paint that have been chipped off and a pretty sizeable nick toward the bottom, but it's my guitar. I hold it tightly and seized with guilt I look up at Mark. He lays his hand on my shoulder and kisses my forehead.
"Where did you find it?" I ask him, softly.
"A few blocks from here, near some garbage cans. I bought it off of some guy for $10." He smiles at me. "I thought you might want it back."
I run my fingers along the neck, not really feeling the urge to play, but more to remember what it felt like.
"If you want, I have some more money. We could buy strings." He says cautiously.
I look up at him and smile. I take his hand in mine and bring it to my lips and kiss the back.
"I love you."
He moves closer and wraps his arms around me. "I know." He whispers, leaving a soft trail of kisses along my neck. I pull away just enough to lay the guitar back in its case and move it to the floor. Mark slides into my arms and I kiss him gently, pushing him backwards so that I lay beside him. I prop myself up on one elbow and look down at him.
"What did I ever do to deserve you?"
He blushes. "Say things like that."
I grin. "Is that how I won you over? Flattery?"
I kiss him again, moving my body so it's on top of his. My hands go down to his waist, settle on his hips, then I bring them back up so they slide under his shirt and I pull it upwards. He lifts his body up and I pull it off. I let my lips fall onto his chest, and my hands run down his sides. I lift my body off of his some and reach for the opening on his pants. I position myself lower and take off his pants and shorts. He's already half hard, which I take to be a good sign. I wrap my hand around him and begin a slow, steady rhythm. A minute later I brush my lips against the tip, and allow my tongue to come into play. He gasps beneath me and I let my other hand rest on his thigh. I realize quickly that he's gotten no better at holding out during this than the last time years ago. Another minute or so later I hear him bite back a cry and I pull away and he releases himself in my hand. I give him a minute to recover then hold out my other hand and pull him up. He kisses my cheek and I wrap my arm around him.
"I think we need a shower." I tell him.
He smiles when he stands up and extends a hand for me. I take it and follow him, wrapping my arms around him from behind. Did I ever doubt we were perfect when together?
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Notes Continued: Pretty soon it's taking a dramatic turn for the depressing, obviously RENT has to happen eventually, and as much as I don't want him to, Roger has to fuck Mimi for a while. (Not that I dislike Mimi at all, she's one of my favorite characters after Mark and Roger. But this is slash we're talking about and we all know there's no one better for Roger than Marky.) Although I'm considering writing a sequel that will continue this part of the story when this one is finished.