Disclaimers and summary on first chapter
Notes: I'm glad you all enjoyed chap. 42 and all of its kinky joys, I did as well. Not really as much kink in this one, but there are some references to some future fun for them. This chapter ends with their day unfinished, but fear not, the new chappie with all that goodness is on its way. ;) So without further rambling on my part, I'll simply thank you for your reviews, they are much appreciated, and continue on with the story.
Chapter 44 -Tomorrow, I Promise-
+Mark's POV+
I roll my eyes at him.
"Roger, you know I don't want to go. Please just shut up about it."
"But Marky, if we don't go to prom how are you going to lose your virginity in the backseat of your boyfriend's car afterwards?"
Virginity? I think.
"You're sick, you know that?"
He grins at me and kisses me lightly on the cheek.
"Besides," I tell him. "We can do that without going."
He laughs. "Seriously?"
I kiss him briefly and he makes a noise of protest when I pull away.
"Not tonight, Rog. History, remember?"
He pouts at me and lies down on my bed. My father away for a few days on business, my mom reluctantly agreed to let me 'study' with Roger here since I'm technically supposed to be spending more time at home. However, though Roger's attempts at school have been excellent recently, he is really smart when he tries, today he's had zero interest in anything but me. Not necessarily a bad thing, but frustrating.
"Ok, listen." I open my history book and start reading. "During World War II American troops were. . ."
"Boring." Roger sighs. He looks up at me grinning when I glare at him. "Let's make out."
"Will you shut up? Cindy's gonna hear you."
He shrugs. "So?" He pokes me in the leg. "C'mon baby, you know you want me."
"Roger, stop it. Pay attention."
"Marky. . ."
"No. Don't call me Marky."
He pokes me again.
"Stop it."
He grins at me. I watch him warily. That particular grin is never followed by anything good. He closes his eyes and proceeds to yell out,
"Oh yes! Yeah! Oh God, yeah! Oh do that again, uh-huh. Oh. . ."
I clap my hand over his mouth.
"Shut up! They'll hear you!"
He keeps going, though his words are now unintelligible.
My door opens and Cindy looks in.
"What the hell are you doing?" She asks, staring at Roger who starts laughing. I punch him in the arm but he just laughs harder.
"Studying." I tell her. "Uh, Roger really likes history."
She stares at us. "Gross." She says and slams the door on her way out.
Roger laughs harder than ever.
"I really like history?"
"Fuck you." I glare at him.
"That's what I've been trying to say!" He cries out, grabbing me and pulling me down beside him. I struggle at first, then give up and lay with him.
"I hate you." I tell him.
He kisses my cheek. "No you don't. You love me."
"You're such a. . ."
He pulls me on top of him, kissing me. His hands slide down my back as I finally give in and kiss him back. In the mood to tease him I run a hand down his body, touching him through his pants. He moans against my lips, his hands moving lower.
"Mark, do you, oh my!"
I look up in shock and Roger tilts his head back so he can see too. My mom is standing in the doorway, her hand over her mouth that's wide open in surprise.
"Uh, what, mom?" I ask, quickly moving off Roger. He looks like he's going to start laughing again.
"Mark can I talk to you? Out here?"
I throw Roger a glare before getting up and following her out of the room. She gives me a stern look.
"What were you doing?" She asks me.
"We were just making out." I tell her, shifting nervously.
"You told me you were going to be studying."
"We were! But. . ."
"But?"
"We're finished. Mom that's all we were gonna do, I swear. We totally don't do that." I lie.
"Mark, I think Roger should go home now."
"Can I go with him?"
"No!"
"Can I go to Maureen's house?" I try.
"Mark. . ."
"Mom, please. He really needs to study."
"You said you were finished."
Shit.
"With one subject. But, history. . ."
She rolls her eyes. "Fine. Downstairs where I can see you both." She says, pointing at me. "Get your stuff and sit at the kitchen table."
I nod and she goes back downstairs. I go back to my room where Roger is still laying on my bed.
"Nice going, Rog. Now we have to go downstairs and work."
"Me?" He asks innocently. "I wasn't the only one with my hand down someone's pants."
I blush and grab my book. "Just get your stuff, ok?"
He rolls his eyes and picks up his notebook.
"Hey, let's gross out your sister." He says.
"It's not worth it, trust me."
"C'mon, I don't have any siblings to harass, share a little."
"How are you going to gross her out?"
He grabs my hand and pulls me out of my room.
"Which door? He asks.
I point at it. Before I can stop him he knocks on the door, then grabs me and pulls me into a sloppy, overly passionate kiss. Complete with plenty of inappropriate groping.
"What do you, Jesus!" She slams her door as quickly as she opened it.
Roger pulls away and starts laughing just as I realize that what he was doing with his hand felt rather nice. I pull him back to me, wrapping my arms around his neck and I kiss him till we're breathless.
"Tomorrow, I promise." I whisper to him, before taking his hand and pulling him downstairs with me.
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All we really succeeded in last night was playing footsie under the table and writing each other rather graphic love letters on spare pieces of paper, so I try to help Roger cram on the way to school for history class.
"Did you hear me?" I ask him, exasperated.
"You look really hot today."
I groan. "Does you sex drive have an 'off' setting?"
He shakes his head and grins. "I can't help it. It, like, doubles when I'm with you."
"What's it like without me?"
"Unbearable." He says, leaning over to kiss my cheek. "It's only for you, though."
He stops at a red light and I kiss him on the lips.
"I don't want to go today." I tell him.
He grins. "Really?"
"Yeah. Is your mom home?"
"She won't be in about an hour."
"Till?"
"Late. I'm not sure when."
He drives past the road to take to school and keeps going.
"You hungry?"
I nod.
A few minutes later he pulls into the parking lot of some pancake restaurant. When the hostess starts to lead us to a table Roger grabs her arm.
"Hey, you got any crayons?"
She gives him an odd look but nods and takes a handful and a colouring paper out.
"You are so weird." I tell him as we're walking. He just grins at me.
As I'm staring at the menu, Roger pokes me in the arm with a crayon.
"What?"
He slides a small scrap of paper at me. I roll my eyes but pick it up.
-I want your hot body-
I smirk at him and hold my hand out for the crayon. I send back to him:
-Your arms are FABulous in that top-
I pass it to him and he raises his eyebrows and rips off a new piece of paper.
-Your ass is so hot in those jeans-
I feign horror at his note and quickly turn it over and write back:
-Am appalled by your language. Are you saying my ass is ONLY hot in THESE
select jeans?-
He laughs when he reads it.
-No baby, your ass is always hot. Especially without your jeans.-
He laughs again when I blush.
-I wish I could say the same for you.-
He pouts at me after he reads it.
-Just for that you're not getting your surprise.-
-Oh damn. Was it kinky?-
-You know it.-
"Are we ready to order here?"
We look up at our waitress, a pretty girl a few years older than us.
"Uh. . ." Roger attempts, staring at her blankly.
"Not yet." I tell her, kicking him under the table. He kicks back and sticks his tongue out at me.
"I'll come back." She says, smiling, but at the same time giving us a strange look.
I tear off a piece of the paper and write:
-How can I earn it back?-
When he reads it he smirks at me, then turns it over and writes on the back.
-Come sit on this side with me.-
"That's it?" I ask him
He winks at me. "Don't count on it."
Hesitantly I get up and join him on the opposite side of the table. Ignoring my pleas he puts his arm around me.
"Kiss me." He whispers.
"Roger. . ."
"No one's gonna see, and if they do they won't care."
He rubs my shoulder. "It's alright."
Cautiously I look up at him and bring my lips to his. He kisses me gently, allowing me to pull back whenever I want. I don't until I need to catch my breath. I look down at the table. Roger laughs softly and tilts my chin up with his finger and kisses my cheek.
"See? It's all right. You're alright."
I nod and smile at him. "Yeah, yeah it is."
I kiss him again, but I pull away when I hear a giggle. I compose myself slightly and stare at the table again.
Our waitress giggles again. "That's so cute!"
I look up at her. She's smiling at Roger who grins back at her and pulls me closer to him. I make an attempt at a smile as well as she puts a couple of glasses of water on our table. She pulls a notepad out of her pocket.
"What are we having?" She asks.
Roger and I exchange a glance, we still had barely looked at the menu.
"What's good?" I ask her.
She giggles. "Pancakes?"
We both nod. "Just plain pancakes." I tell her. She makes a note.
"Anything to drink?"
"Tea."
"Coffee. Black."
She smiles again, she's really pretty.
"I'll be back with those in a minute."
With a last smile she's gone.
Roger kisses my cheek.
"See? You're fine."
I rest my head on his shoulder.
"Better than fine."
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Notes Continued: The next mini-M/R chappie will tell what happens the rest of their day of hooky. It'll be fun, promise. Thanks for reading/reviewing.
Notes: I'm glad you all enjoyed chap. 42 and all of its kinky joys, I did as well. Not really as much kink in this one, but there are some references to some future fun for them. This chapter ends with their day unfinished, but fear not, the new chappie with all that goodness is on its way. ;) So without further rambling on my part, I'll simply thank you for your reviews, they are much appreciated, and continue on with the story.
Chapter 44 -Tomorrow, I Promise-
+Mark's POV+
I roll my eyes at him.
"Roger, you know I don't want to go. Please just shut up about it."
"But Marky, if we don't go to prom how are you going to lose your virginity in the backseat of your boyfriend's car afterwards?"
Virginity? I think.
"You're sick, you know that?"
He grins at me and kisses me lightly on the cheek.
"Besides," I tell him. "We can do that without going."
He laughs. "Seriously?"
I kiss him briefly and he makes a noise of protest when I pull away.
"Not tonight, Rog. History, remember?"
He pouts at me and lies down on my bed. My father away for a few days on business, my mom reluctantly agreed to let me 'study' with Roger here since I'm technically supposed to be spending more time at home. However, though Roger's attempts at school have been excellent recently, he is really smart when he tries, today he's had zero interest in anything but me. Not necessarily a bad thing, but frustrating.
"Ok, listen." I open my history book and start reading. "During World War II American troops were. . ."
"Boring." Roger sighs. He looks up at me grinning when I glare at him. "Let's make out."
"Will you shut up? Cindy's gonna hear you."
He shrugs. "So?" He pokes me in the leg. "C'mon baby, you know you want me."
"Roger, stop it. Pay attention."
"Marky. . ."
"No. Don't call me Marky."
He pokes me again.
"Stop it."
He grins at me. I watch him warily. That particular grin is never followed by anything good. He closes his eyes and proceeds to yell out,
"Oh yes! Yeah! Oh God, yeah! Oh do that again, uh-huh. Oh. . ."
I clap my hand over his mouth.
"Shut up! They'll hear you!"
He keeps going, though his words are now unintelligible.
My door opens and Cindy looks in.
"What the hell are you doing?" She asks, staring at Roger who starts laughing. I punch him in the arm but he just laughs harder.
"Studying." I tell her. "Uh, Roger really likes history."
She stares at us. "Gross." She says and slams the door on her way out.
Roger laughs harder than ever.
"I really like history?"
"Fuck you." I glare at him.
"That's what I've been trying to say!" He cries out, grabbing me and pulling me down beside him. I struggle at first, then give up and lay with him.
"I hate you." I tell him.
He kisses my cheek. "No you don't. You love me."
"You're such a. . ."
He pulls me on top of him, kissing me. His hands slide down my back as I finally give in and kiss him back. In the mood to tease him I run a hand down his body, touching him through his pants. He moans against my lips, his hands moving lower.
"Mark, do you, oh my!"
I look up in shock and Roger tilts his head back so he can see too. My mom is standing in the doorway, her hand over her mouth that's wide open in surprise.
"Uh, what, mom?" I ask, quickly moving off Roger. He looks like he's going to start laughing again.
"Mark can I talk to you? Out here?"
I throw Roger a glare before getting up and following her out of the room. She gives me a stern look.
"What were you doing?" She asks me.
"We were just making out." I tell her, shifting nervously.
"You told me you were going to be studying."
"We were! But. . ."
"But?"
"We're finished. Mom that's all we were gonna do, I swear. We totally don't do that." I lie.
"Mark, I think Roger should go home now."
"Can I go with him?"
"No!"
"Can I go to Maureen's house?" I try.
"Mark. . ."
"Mom, please. He really needs to study."
"You said you were finished."
Shit.
"With one subject. But, history. . ."
She rolls her eyes. "Fine. Downstairs where I can see you both." She says, pointing at me. "Get your stuff and sit at the kitchen table."
I nod and she goes back downstairs. I go back to my room where Roger is still laying on my bed.
"Nice going, Rog. Now we have to go downstairs and work."
"Me?" He asks innocently. "I wasn't the only one with my hand down someone's pants."
I blush and grab my book. "Just get your stuff, ok?"
He rolls his eyes and picks up his notebook.
"Hey, let's gross out your sister." He says.
"It's not worth it, trust me."
"C'mon, I don't have any siblings to harass, share a little."
"How are you going to gross her out?"
He grabs my hand and pulls me out of my room.
"Which door? He asks.
I point at it. Before I can stop him he knocks on the door, then grabs me and pulls me into a sloppy, overly passionate kiss. Complete with plenty of inappropriate groping.
"What do you, Jesus!" She slams her door as quickly as she opened it.
Roger pulls away and starts laughing just as I realize that what he was doing with his hand felt rather nice. I pull him back to me, wrapping my arms around his neck and I kiss him till we're breathless.
"Tomorrow, I promise." I whisper to him, before taking his hand and pulling him downstairs with me.
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All we really succeeded in last night was playing footsie under the table and writing each other rather graphic love letters on spare pieces of paper, so I try to help Roger cram on the way to school for history class.
"Did you hear me?" I ask him, exasperated.
"You look really hot today."
I groan. "Does you sex drive have an 'off' setting?"
He shakes his head and grins. "I can't help it. It, like, doubles when I'm with you."
"What's it like without me?"
"Unbearable." He says, leaning over to kiss my cheek. "It's only for you, though."
He stops at a red light and I kiss him on the lips.
"I don't want to go today." I tell him.
He grins. "Really?"
"Yeah. Is your mom home?"
"She won't be in about an hour."
"Till?"
"Late. I'm not sure when."
He drives past the road to take to school and keeps going.
"You hungry?"
I nod.
A few minutes later he pulls into the parking lot of some pancake restaurant. When the hostess starts to lead us to a table Roger grabs her arm.
"Hey, you got any crayons?"
She gives him an odd look but nods and takes a handful and a colouring paper out.
"You are so weird." I tell him as we're walking. He just grins at me.
As I'm staring at the menu, Roger pokes me in the arm with a crayon.
"What?"
He slides a small scrap of paper at me. I roll my eyes but pick it up.
-I want your hot body-
I smirk at him and hold my hand out for the crayon. I send back to him:
-Your arms are FABulous in that top-
I pass it to him and he raises his eyebrows and rips off a new piece of paper.
-Your ass is so hot in those jeans-
I feign horror at his note and quickly turn it over and write back:
-Am appalled by your language. Are you saying my ass is ONLY hot in THESE
select jeans?-
He laughs when he reads it.
-No baby, your ass is always hot. Especially without your jeans.-
He laughs again when I blush.
-I wish I could say the same for you.-
He pouts at me after he reads it.
-Just for that you're not getting your surprise.-
-Oh damn. Was it kinky?-
-You know it.-
"Are we ready to order here?"
We look up at our waitress, a pretty girl a few years older than us.
"Uh. . ." Roger attempts, staring at her blankly.
"Not yet." I tell her, kicking him under the table. He kicks back and sticks his tongue out at me.
"I'll come back." She says, smiling, but at the same time giving us a strange look.
I tear off a piece of the paper and write:
-How can I earn it back?-
When he reads it he smirks at me, then turns it over and writes on the back.
-Come sit on this side with me.-
"That's it?" I ask him
He winks at me. "Don't count on it."
Hesitantly I get up and join him on the opposite side of the table. Ignoring my pleas he puts his arm around me.
"Kiss me." He whispers.
"Roger. . ."
"No one's gonna see, and if they do they won't care."
He rubs my shoulder. "It's alright."
Cautiously I look up at him and bring my lips to his. He kisses me gently, allowing me to pull back whenever I want. I don't until I need to catch my breath. I look down at the table. Roger laughs softly and tilts my chin up with his finger and kisses my cheek.
"See? It's all right. You're alright."
I nod and smile at him. "Yeah, yeah it is."
I kiss him again, but I pull away when I hear a giggle. I compose myself slightly and stare at the table again.
Our waitress giggles again. "That's so cute!"
I look up at her. She's smiling at Roger who grins back at her and pulls me closer to him. I make an attempt at a smile as well as she puts a couple of glasses of water on our table. She pulls a notepad out of her pocket.
"What are we having?" She asks.
Roger and I exchange a glance, we still had barely looked at the menu.
"What's good?" I ask her.
She giggles. "Pancakes?"
We both nod. "Just plain pancakes." I tell her. She makes a note.
"Anything to drink?"
"Tea."
"Coffee. Black."
She smiles again, she's really pretty.
"I'll be back with those in a minute."
With a last smile she's gone.
Roger kisses my cheek.
"See? You're fine."
I rest my head on his shoulder.
"Better than fine."
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Notes Continued: The next mini-M/R chappie will tell what happens the rest of their day of hooky. It'll be fun, promise. Thanks for reading/reviewing.