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Boo-yah, 30 chapters! Same as my last chapter story, however, about twice as long in amount of words. Thanks everyone who's helped me have the confidence to last this long!
Notes: I have to say, thank you guys so much. Those last couple reviews made my week. I love the rest of them as well of course, but joy2 and staticrader were too sweet. And staticrader the Roger/Maureen interaction was just for you, obviously you enjoyed. ;) I can't exactly make them great friends in this story, especially not in the 'present' version, but they get along once in awhile. I'm trying to write as much as possible and up until the last minute so my gone time will be as little as possible. Thanks again to you all and oh yes, this chapter is most definitely rated R. ;)
Chapter 30 -When No One Else Was Around To See It-
+Mark's POV+
I film some people across the street, then turn the camera down onto my feet, watching them as I walk.
"Marky? Are you listening to me?"
I nod and adjust the strap on my backpack.
Maureen sighs. "No you're not! I said we should protest the use of animals in biology class because killing them for science is mean!"
"No, you just don't want to touch the frog you're going to have to dissect."
"Did you know if you take A.P. Bio Senior year they make you dissect a cat?"
"Wonder if Roger's taking that."
She groans. "God, you're obsessed! You never see me cause you're always with him and when you finally do find time in your busy Roger- groping schedule to talk to me all you talk about is him!"
"That's not true, wait. . . what?" I ask frantically, referring to her 'Roger-groping' comment.
She rolls her eyes. "Oh please, Marky. I see how you look at each other when you think no one's looking. It's kind of obvious."
If she knew, if it was that obvious, how many other people did? I swallow nervously.
"Um, Maureen. . ."
"I don't care, you know. But if you honestly don't want people to know, you should be more. . ."
I hear a horn honk and turn to see Roger's car pulled over to the curb.
"You want a ride?" He calls out.
I see Maureen frown and almost say no before I grab her arm and pull her after me. I slide into the front beside him and Maureen reluctantly takes the back.
"Just move my guitar out of your way, Maureen." He tells her.
Feeling daring and knowing that Maureen already knows anyway, I move over next to Roger and kiss the corner of his mouth quickly. He looks down at me in shock.
"Maureen knows." I tell him.
He looks back at her and she nods.
"Yeah. Like I told Mark, I don't really care, but it's sort of obvious."
"Oh. Well, cool, I guess." He kisses my temple and puts an arm around my shoulders.
"Where to?"
I shrug. "I guess we can take Maureen home first."
"What! Marky, you said all day! You said we'd hang out all day!"
"Mo, it's almost 6, isn't that good enough?" I cringe at how basically heartless that sounds.
"Whatever. Turn here."
I wave at her when she gets out of the car. She just pouts at me. I lean against Roger even more and try to forget her. When he squeezes my side playfully I nearly do. I nudge him.
"Stop that!"
He laughs and squeezes me again. "Filling out there?"
"Fuck you, you know I'm not."
"Oh, sensitive. Don't be such a girl."
I don't have a reply to that other than to laugh.
"Is your mom home?" I ask him.
He shakes his head. "No, why? You got something planned?" He grins at me and raises an eyebrow suggestively.
"Get your mind out of the gutter, but maybe I do." I tell him sternly and wink.
Feeling like a complete jackass I had ashamedly shuffled into the drug store earlier that day before I walked over to Maureen's house. Using the last of the money I had gotten for my birthday I bought a package of condoms. I stare at the pocket of my backpack where they are now. I have no idea if this is the right time or if he'll even be into it, but I have them if we need them. I lay my head against his shoulder as I so often do when we drive together.
He parks in front of his house and I grab my bag from the floor before following him. He waits on the sidewalk for me, then looks at me hesitantly, and I know he's asking permission to touch me in some way. I look around the block cautiously, but there doesn't appear to be anyone around so I reach for his hand, which he gladly gives me.
We're barely inside before his mouth is covering mine and I drop my bag and have my hands in his hair. He leads us to the couch and I fall backwards onto it with him on top of me. I let my hands move down onto his back and rest on his waist. My fingers play around the bottom of his shirt for a minute or so before he gets the idea and pulls away to take it off. He melds into me again in an instant. I move my hands so I can rest them on his upper arms. I love the feel of his muscle under my hands. He's much stronger than I am; my arms are thin and soft. I can feel his lower body press into mine and I moan against his lips.
"Roger?" I manage to choke out.
"What?" He asks in a breathless whisper.
"Do you, no wait, get off of me." He moves to comply, thoroughly confused. I slide over to sit beside him and lean against him. Hesitantly he wraps his arm around me.
"What's wrong?" He asks me, concerned.
"Did you ever want to, you know, go farther?" I ask him cautiously. He doesn't reply and I can tell he doesn't really understand what I'm asking.
"But we already. . .oh. Oh! Mark, why?" I can tell from his tone he probably hasn't even considered it. I guess I must just be perverted.
"Forget I said anything." I tell him, embarrassed. I try to move away from him, but he holds me tight.
"No, Mark? Why? Do you want to? I mean, I hadn't really even thought about it. Well, I mean, I had, but I didn't think you'd be ready for that anytime soon."
"Why wouldn't I be?" I ask him, offended.
"Well, I mean, you won't even let me hold your hand." He says carefully.
"That's not true! I just did today!"
"When no one else was around to see it."
"So?"
"So. . . it's pretty obvious you aren't entirely comfortable with me yet."
I pull away so I can see his face. "You're wrong. It's not you, it's other people."
"Why do they matter?"
I shrug. "I don't know. It doesn't mean I don't want to be with you, or that I don't love you, I just don't handle criticism well. I don't like being singled out and I don't want to be a martyr or some kind of gay rights activist. I just want you. Is that enough? Do you understand?"
He nods slowly. "I think I'm beginning to. I don't necessarily agree with you, but I think I understand why you feel that way."
I smile at him and move back into his arms and kiss his cheek. "I do love you, you know."
"I know." He says, his voice soft but at the same time still holding that edge desire will put into one's tone. "I love you too." He pulls back for a moment and looks down at me. "But were you serious before? You really want to. . . you know?"
I nod. "I, uh. . . I bought us condoms." I say, feeling myself blush.
He laughs and kisses my hair. "You're too cute."
"I'm not cute." I retort.
"Oh yes you are."
I elbow him and he kisses me, his hands reaching to take off my shirt. I let him pull it over my head, then move back to him. He pulls back suddenly.
"Upstairs." He says throatily. He gets up and I reach for my backpack, carrying it with us. Roger keeps his arms around me from behind, his lips on my neck the whole way up the stairs, making walking a difficult but not necessarily unpleasant affair. In his room I pull the box out of the bag and hand it to him. He looks it over and lays it next to his bed, then resumes undressing me. His body presses against mine, him still in his pants and I feel myself moan at the touch of the fabric.
He kisses me hard, eagerly and I begin to unzip his own pants. When they're off I pull his body close to mine, my hands on his back, feeling the subtle power there. His lips move down and he closes his mouth over my neck, licking and nipping gently. I step backwards till I'm next to his bed, then slowly lay down on it. He lays on top of me, covering my body with his. His lips find mine again and he lets his hands trail down my sides, resting on my hips. He lowers his mouth to my chest, kissing his way down until I feel his mouth close over me. I groan loudly and grip his shoulders tightly.
He pulls away before I'm close to release and reaches for the box next to his bed. He looks into my eyes.
"Are you sure?" He asks me.
I nod, watching him open it and take one out. He rips open the wrapper and holds it in his palm. He looks up at me expectantly.
"You know how to work these things?"
I laugh. "You're kidding?"
He shakes his head, turning it over in his hand. "I think this way." He says, holding it in what I presume to be the wrong way.
"Other way, I think."
He turns it over and I take it from him. "Give me that before you hurt yourself."
He grins and I reach down and slowly roll it on him. He looks up at me again.
"You're sure, right? I mean, it's gonna hurt."
I shrug. "It's ok. I'm fine." I tell him, though more worried now than before. "Just go slow."
He nods and pulls my body closer to him. He looks up again.
"What?"
"Don't we need like, uh, lube or something?"
I shrug. "Those things are all gooey, I think that's something."
"Oh. Ok." He sighs. "I just don't want to hurt you."
I reach for his hand. "It's ok. I told you, I'm fine."
He smiles at me and then positions himself. It takes him a couple tries to even enter me, and when he does he wasn't lying, it does hurt. I wrap my hand around the arm that he's using for balance and hold it tightly until I feel the pain waning. I have to really concentrate on the fact that I chose to do this and that it's with Roger to enjoy it much at all. He leans over and kisses me gently.
"Are you alright?"
I nod.
"Does it hurt?"
I nod again.
"Do you want to . . ."
"No. It's fine. It's getting better. Don't stop."
He doesn't look reassured, but kisses me again before continuing his slow rhythm. I know it's good for him, I can see it in his eyes. I can understand what people enjoy about this, but saying the first time hurts is a serious understatement.
Afterwards he pulls me into his arms and holds me tightly. He covers the top of my head and the side of my face with his kisses.
"You ok?" He asks me softly. "Did it hurt a lot?"
I shake my head, ready to lie a bit to make him feel better. "No, it was great, really. It really doesn't hurt that bad. And I'm fine now." Which is half true. I'm sore but I don't want him to feel guilty or regretful. He smiles wearily and kisses me again.
"Good. Because I love you. I don't want you to be hurt." He tells me. "I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't." I tell him sleepily, shifting to a more comfortable position. "You're too good to me."
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Notes Continued: Wow, two mini Mark/Roger chapters in a row with nothing but pointless sex! It made my day, hope it does something for yours. More to come soon, thanks for reading!
Boo-yah, 30 chapters! Same as my last chapter story, however, about twice as long in amount of words. Thanks everyone who's helped me have the confidence to last this long!
Notes: I have to say, thank you guys so much. Those last couple reviews made my week. I love the rest of them as well of course, but joy2 and staticrader were too sweet. And staticrader the Roger/Maureen interaction was just for you, obviously you enjoyed. ;) I can't exactly make them great friends in this story, especially not in the 'present' version, but they get along once in awhile. I'm trying to write as much as possible and up until the last minute so my gone time will be as little as possible. Thanks again to you all and oh yes, this chapter is most definitely rated R. ;)
Chapter 30 -When No One Else Was Around To See It-
+Mark's POV+
I film some people across the street, then turn the camera down onto my feet, watching them as I walk.
"Marky? Are you listening to me?"
I nod and adjust the strap on my backpack.
Maureen sighs. "No you're not! I said we should protest the use of animals in biology class because killing them for science is mean!"
"No, you just don't want to touch the frog you're going to have to dissect."
"Did you know if you take A.P. Bio Senior year they make you dissect a cat?"
"Wonder if Roger's taking that."
She groans. "God, you're obsessed! You never see me cause you're always with him and when you finally do find time in your busy Roger- groping schedule to talk to me all you talk about is him!"
"That's not true, wait. . . what?" I ask frantically, referring to her 'Roger-groping' comment.
She rolls her eyes. "Oh please, Marky. I see how you look at each other when you think no one's looking. It's kind of obvious."
If she knew, if it was that obvious, how many other people did? I swallow nervously.
"Um, Maureen. . ."
"I don't care, you know. But if you honestly don't want people to know, you should be more. . ."
I hear a horn honk and turn to see Roger's car pulled over to the curb.
"You want a ride?" He calls out.
I see Maureen frown and almost say no before I grab her arm and pull her after me. I slide into the front beside him and Maureen reluctantly takes the back.
"Just move my guitar out of your way, Maureen." He tells her.
Feeling daring and knowing that Maureen already knows anyway, I move over next to Roger and kiss the corner of his mouth quickly. He looks down at me in shock.
"Maureen knows." I tell him.
He looks back at her and she nods.
"Yeah. Like I told Mark, I don't really care, but it's sort of obvious."
"Oh. Well, cool, I guess." He kisses my temple and puts an arm around my shoulders.
"Where to?"
I shrug. "I guess we can take Maureen home first."
"What! Marky, you said all day! You said we'd hang out all day!"
"Mo, it's almost 6, isn't that good enough?" I cringe at how basically heartless that sounds.
"Whatever. Turn here."
I wave at her when she gets out of the car. She just pouts at me. I lean against Roger even more and try to forget her. When he squeezes my side playfully I nearly do. I nudge him.
"Stop that!"
He laughs and squeezes me again. "Filling out there?"
"Fuck you, you know I'm not."
"Oh, sensitive. Don't be such a girl."
I don't have a reply to that other than to laugh.
"Is your mom home?" I ask him.
He shakes his head. "No, why? You got something planned?" He grins at me and raises an eyebrow suggestively.
"Get your mind out of the gutter, but maybe I do." I tell him sternly and wink.
Feeling like a complete jackass I had ashamedly shuffled into the drug store earlier that day before I walked over to Maureen's house. Using the last of the money I had gotten for my birthday I bought a package of condoms. I stare at the pocket of my backpack where they are now. I have no idea if this is the right time or if he'll even be into it, but I have them if we need them. I lay my head against his shoulder as I so often do when we drive together.
He parks in front of his house and I grab my bag from the floor before following him. He waits on the sidewalk for me, then looks at me hesitantly, and I know he's asking permission to touch me in some way. I look around the block cautiously, but there doesn't appear to be anyone around so I reach for his hand, which he gladly gives me.
We're barely inside before his mouth is covering mine and I drop my bag and have my hands in his hair. He leads us to the couch and I fall backwards onto it with him on top of me. I let my hands move down onto his back and rest on his waist. My fingers play around the bottom of his shirt for a minute or so before he gets the idea and pulls away to take it off. He melds into me again in an instant. I move my hands so I can rest them on his upper arms. I love the feel of his muscle under my hands. He's much stronger than I am; my arms are thin and soft. I can feel his lower body press into mine and I moan against his lips.
"Roger?" I manage to choke out.
"What?" He asks in a breathless whisper.
"Do you, no wait, get off of me." He moves to comply, thoroughly confused. I slide over to sit beside him and lean against him. Hesitantly he wraps his arm around me.
"What's wrong?" He asks me, concerned.
"Did you ever want to, you know, go farther?" I ask him cautiously. He doesn't reply and I can tell he doesn't really understand what I'm asking.
"But we already. . .oh. Oh! Mark, why?" I can tell from his tone he probably hasn't even considered it. I guess I must just be perverted.
"Forget I said anything." I tell him, embarrassed. I try to move away from him, but he holds me tight.
"No, Mark? Why? Do you want to? I mean, I hadn't really even thought about it. Well, I mean, I had, but I didn't think you'd be ready for that anytime soon."
"Why wouldn't I be?" I ask him, offended.
"Well, I mean, you won't even let me hold your hand." He says carefully.
"That's not true! I just did today!"
"When no one else was around to see it."
"So?"
"So. . . it's pretty obvious you aren't entirely comfortable with me yet."
I pull away so I can see his face. "You're wrong. It's not you, it's other people."
"Why do they matter?"
I shrug. "I don't know. It doesn't mean I don't want to be with you, or that I don't love you, I just don't handle criticism well. I don't like being singled out and I don't want to be a martyr or some kind of gay rights activist. I just want you. Is that enough? Do you understand?"
He nods slowly. "I think I'm beginning to. I don't necessarily agree with you, but I think I understand why you feel that way."
I smile at him and move back into his arms and kiss his cheek. "I do love you, you know."
"I know." He says, his voice soft but at the same time still holding that edge desire will put into one's tone. "I love you too." He pulls back for a moment and looks down at me. "But were you serious before? You really want to. . . you know?"
I nod. "I, uh. . . I bought us condoms." I say, feeling myself blush.
He laughs and kisses my hair. "You're too cute."
"I'm not cute." I retort.
"Oh yes you are."
I elbow him and he kisses me, his hands reaching to take off my shirt. I let him pull it over my head, then move back to him. He pulls back suddenly.
"Upstairs." He says throatily. He gets up and I reach for my backpack, carrying it with us. Roger keeps his arms around me from behind, his lips on my neck the whole way up the stairs, making walking a difficult but not necessarily unpleasant affair. In his room I pull the box out of the bag and hand it to him. He looks it over and lays it next to his bed, then resumes undressing me. His body presses against mine, him still in his pants and I feel myself moan at the touch of the fabric.
He kisses me hard, eagerly and I begin to unzip his own pants. When they're off I pull his body close to mine, my hands on his back, feeling the subtle power there. His lips move down and he closes his mouth over my neck, licking and nipping gently. I step backwards till I'm next to his bed, then slowly lay down on it. He lays on top of me, covering my body with his. His lips find mine again and he lets his hands trail down my sides, resting on my hips. He lowers his mouth to my chest, kissing his way down until I feel his mouth close over me. I groan loudly and grip his shoulders tightly.
He pulls away before I'm close to release and reaches for the box next to his bed. He looks into my eyes.
"Are you sure?" He asks me.
I nod, watching him open it and take one out. He rips open the wrapper and holds it in his palm. He looks up at me expectantly.
"You know how to work these things?"
I laugh. "You're kidding?"
He shakes his head, turning it over in his hand. "I think this way." He says, holding it in what I presume to be the wrong way.
"Other way, I think."
He turns it over and I take it from him. "Give me that before you hurt yourself."
He grins and I reach down and slowly roll it on him. He looks up at me again.
"You're sure, right? I mean, it's gonna hurt."
I shrug. "It's ok. I'm fine." I tell him, though more worried now than before. "Just go slow."
He nods and pulls my body closer to him. He looks up again.
"What?"
"Don't we need like, uh, lube or something?"
I shrug. "Those things are all gooey, I think that's something."
"Oh. Ok." He sighs. "I just don't want to hurt you."
I reach for his hand. "It's ok. I told you, I'm fine."
He smiles at me and then positions himself. It takes him a couple tries to even enter me, and when he does he wasn't lying, it does hurt. I wrap my hand around the arm that he's using for balance and hold it tightly until I feel the pain waning. I have to really concentrate on the fact that I chose to do this and that it's with Roger to enjoy it much at all. He leans over and kisses me gently.
"Are you alright?"
I nod.
"Does it hurt?"
I nod again.
"Do you want to . . ."
"No. It's fine. It's getting better. Don't stop."
He doesn't look reassured, but kisses me again before continuing his slow rhythm. I know it's good for him, I can see it in his eyes. I can understand what people enjoy about this, but saying the first time hurts is a serious understatement.
Afterwards he pulls me into his arms and holds me tightly. He covers the top of my head and the side of my face with his kisses.
"You ok?" He asks me softly. "Did it hurt a lot?"
I shake my head, ready to lie a bit to make him feel better. "No, it was great, really. It really doesn't hurt that bad. And I'm fine now." Which is half true. I'm sore but I don't want him to feel guilty or regretful. He smiles wearily and kisses me again.
"Good. Because I love you. I don't want you to be hurt." He tells me. "I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't." I tell him sleepily, shifting to a more comfortable position. "You're too good to me."
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Notes Continued: Wow, two mini Mark/Roger chapters in a row with nothing but pointless sex! It made my day, hope it does something for yours. More to come soon, thanks for reading!