Disclaimers and summary on first chapter
Notes: AHA! I love this chapter, especially the first part because I love making them do naughty things and this is pretty naughty for our kinky little boys. Haha... mmm loveslaves.
Oh and to comment on your comment, Mistress Flame, I usually agree with the perspective that she's not still on smack after the musical, but as I admitted I'm going to be a horrible writer and just hurry her off so dammit she's on smack and Roger loves Marky and wants badly to boink him once again. ;) thanks for the reviews dearie. (And thankies to all the rest of you too!)
Chapter 42 -Extra Touch Of Satisfaction-
+Mark's POV+ (a few days later)
Since I'm especially happy with Roger, and the fact that he's attempting to pass, and particularly that he's doing it because I asked him to, when we're walking together in the city that weekend I slip my hand into his. He looks down at me in questioning surprise, we certainly aren't alone on the street, but I just smile at him and give his hand a squeeze. He grins and returns it, and I know he's happy. I'm mildly concerned something might happen, but decide to chance it for a little while, because he deserves it anyway.
"Where do you want to go?" He asks me, unable to hide, though I don't think he's trying to, the extra touch of satisfaction in his voice.
I shrug at him. "Why don't we just go back to the room? We've been walking most of the day, I'm sort of tired." I tell him.
"By tired, do you mean 'tired'?" He asks, grinning at me and raising an eyebrow.
I elbow him. "Perv." Then I grin as well. "But, maybe."
His grip on my hand tightens and he picks up our walking pace. I can't help but laugh at him.
"What?"
"You. You act like it's been weeks."
"Feels like it."
I roll my eyes. "Since last night it feels like weeks?"
He shrugs, looks over at me and winks. "Don't act like you don't want me."
"Ew. Maybe I don't."
He laughs. "Right." He kisses me on the temple while we're walking. "I love it when you play hard to get."
I nudge him. "Don't do that on the street. And yeah I bet you do. You're into that kinky shit."
"How would you know?"
"I just do."
"I'm going to tie you to the bed."
"No you're not." I scoff. "You're going to pleasure me stupid and fall asleep."
"Yes, by tying you to the bed."
"You slut."
He laughs. "You're the slut." Ignoring my pleas from a moment ago he kisses my head again. "My slut."
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"Roger what are you doing?" I sigh. I'm lying on the bed, still fully clothed, watching him pull the shoelaces out of his shoes.
"I need rope."
"Those are shoelaces."
He shrugs. I sigh.
"You're not really going to tie me up, are you?"
"Yep. Ha!" He pulls the second shoelace free and holds both of them up triumphantly. He turns toward me and I stare at him and cross my arms.
"No."
"Yes."
"Freak."
"Nerd." He laughs and grabs for my arms. I relent and let him put them over my head but as he's picking up the first shoelace I clear my throat.
"What?"
"How are you going to get my shirt off?"
"Oh. Uh, I was gonna leave it on."
I roll my eyes. "Another stunning display of your limitless intelligence."
He smirks at me and then leans over and brushes his lips over mine. I let him kiss me, as his hands come to rest on my waist. He squeezes my sides suddenly and I squeak and pull away.
"Don't do that!"
Laughter. He reaches for the end of my shirt and pulls it over my head. It knocks my glasses askew and when I reach to fix them he pushes my hand away and takes them off.
"Hey. . ."
He puts them on and squints at me through them.
"These things hurt. How do you see in them?"
"I see fine in them. However, I see pretty badly without them, so give them back."
I think he grins at me, but his face is blurry. He pulls them off and hands them back. "You're cute without them, too."
He kisses me again, longer this time, and this time he reaches for the zipper on my pants.
"I thought you were gonna tie me up." I say when he pulls away for a moment.
"You didn't want me to."
"You can, if you want."
"You sure?"
I shrug. "Why not?"
He picks up one of the shoelaces again and I raise my arms over my hand. He loosely ties my wrists together and to the headboard of the bed, giving me enough extra lace so that I can lie down comfortably. At least as comfortably as possible with my arms over my head. He undoes my pants as his lips find mine and soon I'm lying beneath him in only my underwear, and another minute and that's gone too. He kisses my chest, letting his tongue drag over my skin, his teeth nipping gently at my nipples and his hands on my sides. I want to touch him, run my fingers through his hair, grab hold of his shoulders but all this wanting leads to is my struggling against the shoelaces.
His lips move lower, now in that area below my navel, but still above what I'm sure is his ultimate goal. He lays his hands on my thighs, slowly sliding them up until they meet on my hips and then I feel his hands on me and I bite back a cry that escapes as a low moan anyway. A minute later his mouth is on me and now my hands itch to do something, but I'm powerless and vulnerable under him. All I can do is vocalize to him what I want and hope he does something about it.
He takes his mouth away and kisses me again, holding my face in his hands. When he pulls away he starts to take off his own clothes. He takes a condom out of the pocket of his pants before he throws them onto the floor. Ripping it open and rolling it onto himself, he positions himself between my legs. I wince at first when he enters me, a moan ready in my throat that comes out a moment later low and trembling when he begins a slow, steady rhythm. He keeps one hand wrapped around me, his touch gentle, his fingers barely touching the skin most of the time. He leans over and kisses me, stopping everything for a moment while we carry on with our lips, his tongue brushing mine in a teasing manner. He pulls away soon after and watches me as I writhe beneath him while he continues.
Later, he's untied me and we're lying together, entwined and exhausted. I watch his face, his brilliant green eyes staring into mine, half open and tired.
"Roger?"
"Hm?"
"That was incredible."
"Uh-huh." He agrees, yawning. He moves closer and lays his head on my shoulder and closes his eyes.
"I love you." I whisper to him.
He just nods and soon I hear his gentle snoring. I smile to myself and close my own eyes.
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The next morning we check out and drive back. I don't really want to go home yet, so I go with Roger to his. He pulls up in front of his house and parks the car, reaching into the backseat for our bags. He hands me mine and takes his own, opening his door and getting out. He waits for me and when I catch up to him he puts his arm around me and we walk inside together.
His mom is in the kitchen making herself a sandwich. She smiles at us when we walk in, but somehow she looks more tired than usual.
"Hey mom." Roger says, kissing her on the cheek when he reaches her. "What are you making?"
"There's more turkey in the fridge and bread on the table if you boys want something." She says. "Roger, your father called for you."
Roger, who had turned to the refrigerator, stiffens and looks back at her.
"Why?" He asks, his voice callous and apprehensive.
She sighs. "I think he wants to see you. It's entirely up to you, of course, but. . ."
"No." He says, his tone bordering on anger. "Why is he calling? I don't want him to call, mom."
"He's your father, Roger."
"He's an asshole!" He yells, causing both her and I to jump slightly. She gives him a stern look.
"Roger. . ."
"No! I don't want to hear it! He's bad mom, and we're better off without him. If he calls again tell him to fuck off and hang up!"
Before she can say anything else, Roger motions to me and storms out of the kitchen. Reluctantly I follow him, casting a worried glance back at his mom, who looks very upset at Roger's outburst.
"Roger, what. . ."
"Wait." He says. He closes the door of his room once we're inside. I sit down on his bed and he joins me a moment later, sighing deeply. I can tell he's still angry.
"What. . ."
He looks over at me and I stop talking. He's troubled, not angry. I put my arm around his shoulders and he moves closer, laying his head on my shoulder. He sighs.
"Well I told you I'd tell you about my dad, eventually." He says.
"Is it bad?" I ask him. Idiot, of course it is, if he's reacting this way.
He nods. "He's a real dick. He cheated on my mom all the time and he used to hit her a lot. He was really mean to her. She told me he wasn't like that before, only after they got married. It got worse when he found out she was pregnant."
"Abusing a pregnant woman?"
He nods. "I told you, he's a dick. And when he started cheating on her, he never tried to hide it. He'd come home drunk off his ass with some skank my mom would have to ask to leave. Of course he'd get all pissed off about it."
"Did he hit you?" I ask him quietly.
Roger looks up at me. He sighs. "No. Not unless he was really drunk or I actually did something wrong. Then it could get bad." He points to a fading scar I had never really noticed before that began on his temple and I could tell continued under his hair. "He gave me that a few years ago for calling him a fucking bastard because he pushed my mom into a wall."
"Roger. . ."
"She doesn't get it. It took so long to convince her to leave him and move away. She acts like nothing he did really mattered, unless he hit me. She got really mad if he hit me but then did nothing about it." He sighs again. "He calls sometimes, wants me to see him. Wants to know if my mom will give him another chance. I don't ever want to leave, because I know she will. As soon as I'm gone she'll probably welcome him back and then I won't be around to help her. He'll probably fucking kill her and when I come back he'll be living here with some skank and. . ."
"Roger, it's ok." I pull him into an embrace because his voice is cracking and I can see his eyes glistening with unfallen tears. He holds me tightly and I rub his back when he starts crying in my shoulder.
"You'll be fine. She'll be fine. Don't worry so much, Rog."
He sniffs and pulls away. "Can you stay here tonight? I'd really like you to be here tonight."
"I'll call my mom." I tell him and he sighs and hugs me, kissing me quickly, lightly, before pulling away again.
"You can do that. I feel bad, I'm gonna say something to my mom cause I shouldn't have yelled at her." He gets up off the bed and I follow him downstairs where he hands me the phone. I go in the other room but can still faintly hear Roger telling her he's sorry and her saying it's all right.
I dial home and luckily my mom answers it on the second ring.
"Hello?"
"Mom?"
"Mark?" She sighs. "You're not coming home tonight, are you?"
"No. Roger really needs me right now. I promise I'll be home tomorrow."
"Do you need anything? You have everything you need?"
"I'm fine."
She sighs again. "Mark, I don't know if I like you spending all your time with Roger."
"I thought that. . ."
"No it's not because he's a boy, it's because you spend everyday, after school, before school, weekends with him. I never see you anymore, you're still my son you know."
"I know. I promise I'll. . ."
"Tonight is fine, Mark, but no more this week." She says.
"Fine. See you tomorrow." I tell her sadly.
"Goodbye dear, I love you."
"Yeah." I say, as she hangs up.
As I'm replacing the phone Roger comes in.
"Ok?" He asks.
I nod. "Yeah. But apparently only tonight. She wants me home the rest of the week."
He makes a face, but then grins, though it's not quite the usual caliber. "Guess we'll have to make it count."
I blush. "Roger, your mom is. . ."
He laughs at me. "You worry too much." He takes my hand and I follow him upstairs.
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I stroke his hair while he drifts in and out of a semi-conscious state.
"I love you, Marky." He whispers.
"Love you too, Rog." I tell him.
He closes his eyes and I watch him sleep for a while before I lay down beside him and press my body against his. I close my eyes and wait for sleep to take me as well.
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Notes Continued: Pointless sex chapter no. 4 for our little boys! * high fives the god of sex* hope you've enjoyed! I was in the mood for some of that boinkage I keep promising. So even though it's in the wrong time frame, boinkage is boinkage. Thanks all!
Notes: AHA! I love this chapter, especially the first part because I love making them do naughty things and this is pretty naughty for our kinky little boys. Haha... mmm loveslaves.
Oh and to comment on your comment, Mistress Flame, I usually agree with the perspective that she's not still on smack after the musical, but as I admitted I'm going to be a horrible writer and just hurry her off so dammit she's on smack and Roger loves Marky and wants badly to boink him once again. ;) thanks for the reviews dearie. (And thankies to all the rest of you too!)
Chapter 42 -Extra Touch Of Satisfaction-
+Mark's POV+ (a few days later)
Since I'm especially happy with Roger, and the fact that he's attempting to pass, and particularly that he's doing it because I asked him to, when we're walking together in the city that weekend I slip my hand into his. He looks down at me in questioning surprise, we certainly aren't alone on the street, but I just smile at him and give his hand a squeeze. He grins and returns it, and I know he's happy. I'm mildly concerned something might happen, but decide to chance it for a little while, because he deserves it anyway.
"Where do you want to go?" He asks me, unable to hide, though I don't think he's trying to, the extra touch of satisfaction in his voice.
I shrug at him. "Why don't we just go back to the room? We've been walking most of the day, I'm sort of tired." I tell him.
"By tired, do you mean 'tired'?" He asks, grinning at me and raising an eyebrow.
I elbow him. "Perv." Then I grin as well. "But, maybe."
His grip on my hand tightens and he picks up our walking pace. I can't help but laugh at him.
"What?"
"You. You act like it's been weeks."
"Feels like it."
I roll my eyes. "Since last night it feels like weeks?"
He shrugs, looks over at me and winks. "Don't act like you don't want me."
"Ew. Maybe I don't."
He laughs. "Right." He kisses me on the temple while we're walking. "I love it when you play hard to get."
I nudge him. "Don't do that on the street. And yeah I bet you do. You're into that kinky shit."
"How would you know?"
"I just do."
"I'm going to tie you to the bed."
"No you're not." I scoff. "You're going to pleasure me stupid and fall asleep."
"Yes, by tying you to the bed."
"You slut."
He laughs. "You're the slut." Ignoring my pleas from a moment ago he kisses my head again. "My slut."
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"Roger what are you doing?" I sigh. I'm lying on the bed, still fully clothed, watching him pull the shoelaces out of his shoes.
"I need rope."
"Those are shoelaces."
He shrugs. I sigh.
"You're not really going to tie me up, are you?"
"Yep. Ha!" He pulls the second shoelace free and holds both of them up triumphantly. He turns toward me and I stare at him and cross my arms.
"No."
"Yes."
"Freak."
"Nerd." He laughs and grabs for my arms. I relent and let him put them over my head but as he's picking up the first shoelace I clear my throat.
"What?"
"How are you going to get my shirt off?"
"Oh. Uh, I was gonna leave it on."
I roll my eyes. "Another stunning display of your limitless intelligence."
He smirks at me and then leans over and brushes his lips over mine. I let him kiss me, as his hands come to rest on my waist. He squeezes my sides suddenly and I squeak and pull away.
"Don't do that!"
Laughter. He reaches for the end of my shirt and pulls it over my head. It knocks my glasses askew and when I reach to fix them he pushes my hand away and takes them off.
"Hey. . ."
He puts them on and squints at me through them.
"These things hurt. How do you see in them?"
"I see fine in them. However, I see pretty badly without them, so give them back."
I think he grins at me, but his face is blurry. He pulls them off and hands them back. "You're cute without them, too."
He kisses me again, longer this time, and this time he reaches for the zipper on my pants.
"I thought you were gonna tie me up." I say when he pulls away for a moment.
"You didn't want me to."
"You can, if you want."
"You sure?"
I shrug. "Why not?"
He picks up one of the shoelaces again and I raise my arms over my hand. He loosely ties my wrists together and to the headboard of the bed, giving me enough extra lace so that I can lie down comfortably. At least as comfortably as possible with my arms over my head. He undoes my pants as his lips find mine and soon I'm lying beneath him in only my underwear, and another minute and that's gone too. He kisses my chest, letting his tongue drag over my skin, his teeth nipping gently at my nipples and his hands on my sides. I want to touch him, run my fingers through his hair, grab hold of his shoulders but all this wanting leads to is my struggling against the shoelaces.
His lips move lower, now in that area below my navel, but still above what I'm sure is his ultimate goal. He lays his hands on my thighs, slowly sliding them up until they meet on my hips and then I feel his hands on me and I bite back a cry that escapes as a low moan anyway. A minute later his mouth is on me and now my hands itch to do something, but I'm powerless and vulnerable under him. All I can do is vocalize to him what I want and hope he does something about it.
He takes his mouth away and kisses me again, holding my face in his hands. When he pulls away he starts to take off his own clothes. He takes a condom out of the pocket of his pants before he throws them onto the floor. Ripping it open and rolling it onto himself, he positions himself between my legs. I wince at first when he enters me, a moan ready in my throat that comes out a moment later low and trembling when he begins a slow, steady rhythm. He keeps one hand wrapped around me, his touch gentle, his fingers barely touching the skin most of the time. He leans over and kisses me, stopping everything for a moment while we carry on with our lips, his tongue brushing mine in a teasing manner. He pulls away soon after and watches me as I writhe beneath him while he continues.
Later, he's untied me and we're lying together, entwined and exhausted. I watch his face, his brilliant green eyes staring into mine, half open and tired.
"Roger?"
"Hm?"
"That was incredible."
"Uh-huh." He agrees, yawning. He moves closer and lays his head on my shoulder and closes his eyes.
"I love you." I whisper to him.
He just nods and soon I hear his gentle snoring. I smile to myself and close my own eyes.
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The next morning we check out and drive back. I don't really want to go home yet, so I go with Roger to his. He pulls up in front of his house and parks the car, reaching into the backseat for our bags. He hands me mine and takes his own, opening his door and getting out. He waits for me and when I catch up to him he puts his arm around me and we walk inside together.
His mom is in the kitchen making herself a sandwich. She smiles at us when we walk in, but somehow she looks more tired than usual.
"Hey mom." Roger says, kissing her on the cheek when he reaches her. "What are you making?"
"There's more turkey in the fridge and bread on the table if you boys want something." She says. "Roger, your father called for you."
Roger, who had turned to the refrigerator, stiffens and looks back at her.
"Why?" He asks, his voice callous and apprehensive.
She sighs. "I think he wants to see you. It's entirely up to you, of course, but. . ."
"No." He says, his tone bordering on anger. "Why is he calling? I don't want him to call, mom."
"He's your father, Roger."
"He's an asshole!" He yells, causing both her and I to jump slightly. She gives him a stern look.
"Roger. . ."
"No! I don't want to hear it! He's bad mom, and we're better off without him. If he calls again tell him to fuck off and hang up!"
Before she can say anything else, Roger motions to me and storms out of the kitchen. Reluctantly I follow him, casting a worried glance back at his mom, who looks very upset at Roger's outburst.
"Roger, what. . ."
"Wait." He says. He closes the door of his room once we're inside. I sit down on his bed and he joins me a moment later, sighing deeply. I can tell he's still angry.
"What. . ."
He looks over at me and I stop talking. He's troubled, not angry. I put my arm around his shoulders and he moves closer, laying his head on my shoulder. He sighs.
"Well I told you I'd tell you about my dad, eventually." He says.
"Is it bad?" I ask him. Idiot, of course it is, if he's reacting this way.
He nods. "He's a real dick. He cheated on my mom all the time and he used to hit her a lot. He was really mean to her. She told me he wasn't like that before, only after they got married. It got worse when he found out she was pregnant."
"Abusing a pregnant woman?"
He nods. "I told you, he's a dick. And when he started cheating on her, he never tried to hide it. He'd come home drunk off his ass with some skank my mom would have to ask to leave. Of course he'd get all pissed off about it."
"Did he hit you?" I ask him quietly.
Roger looks up at me. He sighs. "No. Not unless he was really drunk or I actually did something wrong. Then it could get bad." He points to a fading scar I had never really noticed before that began on his temple and I could tell continued under his hair. "He gave me that a few years ago for calling him a fucking bastard because he pushed my mom into a wall."
"Roger. . ."
"She doesn't get it. It took so long to convince her to leave him and move away. She acts like nothing he did really mattered, unless he hit me. She got really mad if he hit me but then did nothing about it." He sighs again. "He calls sometimes, wants me to see him. Wants to know if my mom will give him another chance. I don't ever want to leave, because I know she will. As soon as I'm gone she'll probably welcome him back and then I won't be around to help her. He'll probably fucking kill her and when I come back he'll be living here with some skank and. . ."
"Roger, it's ok." I pull him into an embrace because his voice is cracking and I can see his eyes glistening with unfallen tears. He holds me tightly and I rub his back when he starts crying in my shoulder.
"You'll be fine. She'll be fine. Don't worry so much, Rog."
He sniffs and pulls away. "Can you stay here tonight? I'd really like you to be here tonight."
"I'll call my mom." I tell him and he sighs and hugs me, kissing me quickly, lightly, before pulling away again.
"You can do that. I feel bad, I'm gonna say something to my mom cause I shouldn't have yelled at her." He gets up off the bed and I follow him downstairs where he hands me the phone. I go in the other room but can still faintly hear Roger telling her he's sorry and her saying it's all right.
I dial home and luckily my mom answers it on the second ring.
"Hello?"
"Mom?"
"Mark?" She sighs. "You're not coming home tonight, are you?"
"No. Roger really needs me right now. I promise I'll be home tomorrow."
"Do you need anything? You have everything you need?"
"I'm fine."
She sighs again. "Mark, I don't know if I like you spending all your time with Roger."
"I thought that. . ."
"No it's not because he's a boy, it's because you spend everyday, after school, before school, weekends with him. I never see you anymore, you're still my son you know."
"I know. I promise I'll. . ."
"Tonight is fine, Mark, but no more this week." She says.
"Fine. See you tomorrow." I tell her sadly.
"Goodbye dear, I love you."
"Yeah." I say, as she hangs up.
As I'm replacing the phone Roger comes in.
"Ok?" He asks.
I nod. "Yeah. But apparently only tonight. She wants me home the rest of the week."
He makes a face, but then grins, though it's not quite the usual caliber. "Guess we'll have to make it count."
I blush. "Roger, your mom is. . ."
He laughs at me. "You worry too much." He takes my hand and I follow him upstairs.
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I stroke his hair while he drifts in and out of a semi-conscious state.
"I love you, Marky." He whispers.
"Love you too, Rog." I tell him.
He closes his eyes and I watch him sleep for a while before I lay down beside him and press my body against his. I close my eyes and wait for sleep to take me as well.
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Notes Continued: Pointless sex chapter no. 4 for our little boys! * high fives the god of sex* hope you've enjoyed! I was in the mood for some of that boinkage I keep promising. So even though it's in the wrong time frame, boinkage is boinkage. Thanks all!