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Notes: a little later than I hoped, but true to my word still 'tomorrow'. Lol. Not much to say, hope you enjoy the chappie, thanks for everything, guys!
Chapter 46 -Pleased That I'm Happy-
+Mark's POV+
I think about our waitress on the drive back to Roger's house. Roger was right, most people really don't care that we're together. It doesn't stop me from being afraid of those that do, but it helps a little bit. It seems any other time we've shown affection in public something has happened to make me hesitant to try it again, which is unfortunate since I know how happy it makes Roger. We're driving in our usual way, me all the way over on the seat next to him, his arm around me. I watch his face when he drives, when there's traffic he concentrates harder and his brow furrows and he looks concerned. It's really, well, cute I guess. Seems weird to call Roger cute, but at this moment he is.
He pulls up in front of his house and stops the car. We get out and walk to the house together, his hand in mine.
"She's gone, right?" I ask him nervously.
He nods. "Her car's not here, she's gone."
When we're inside he stops me.
"Wait here." He tells me, rushing upstairs. I watch him go, then roll my eyes and sit on the couch to wait. About ten minutes later Roger comes back down, grinning.
"What did you do?" I ask him suspiciously.
He pulls on my hand. "C'mon. Come with me."
Hesitantly I get up and follow him up the stairs. Instead of his bedroom, which I expected, he leads me into the bathroom, and when I see the reason, a tub full of bubbles, I laugh, then wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him.
"You are so weird." I tell him. He only grins at me, pleased that I'm happy. When I kiss him again he starts to tug on my shirt, that I let him remove, and he runs his hands over my chest before letting them rest on my waist. Before long our clothes are in a pile on the floor and Roger is climbing into the tub, pulling me with him. He sits at the end of tub and leans against the wall and I situate myself between his legs and lay against his chest. He wraps his arms around me and kisses my neck, gently nipping beneath my ear. I place my hand on his thighs to brace myself against his actions. He dips his hands into the warm water and slowly runs them over my chest and stomach. With his lips still on my neck his hand slowly moves lower and the combination of the warmth from the water and his touch are enough to allow me to emit a low moan and tighten my grip on his legs. He laughs softly in my ear at my reaction.
"You're too easy." He says softly.
"I'm easy? You're the one with the eternal sex drive."
"You're the one that lets me act on it."
"I don't know how you'd live if I didn't."
"I wouldn't." He whispers, kissing me again.
"Oh nice, Rog." I say, pretending to be offended. "That's like saying you only want me for sex."
"You know I don't." He says, hurt.
"I was only kidding."
"I can get sex anytime." He says honestly. "I love you."
"Like where?" I ask him, thinking bitterly of April.
He laughs. "Marky, I'm in a band."
"Mmm, groupies." I tease him.
More laughter. "Hey, can you stay here tonight?"
I shrug. "I can try."
"Try hard. I really want you to."
"Well me too now that I know about those random groupies you can get laid from anytime."
"Jealous?" He grins.
"Actually, yeah, I would be." I tell him.
He kisses my shoulder. "You don't have to worry, baby. I think cheating's the worst thing possible. I'd never cheat on you."
"That's comforting."
He starts playing with the bubbles in front of me; I watch his actions warily. He manages to create two lopsided lumps of bubbles on my chest.
"Hey, you've got boobs!" He laughs.
I groan and wipe at my chest. "Stop it!" I pick up my own pile of bubbles and lift it up in the air and drop it behind me onto his head.
"My hair!"
I laugh at him as he wipes it off. He gives me a sinister grin before digging his fingers into my sides, tickling me furiously.
"No! Stop!" I squeal, leaning against him. He laughs loudly, the sound filling the small space in the bathroom. He lets his hands rest on my sides and kisses my neck.
"I love you."
"Love you too." I tell him, turning my head to kiss his lips.
+++
"Mom?"
I hear her sigh. "Why aren't you coming home tonight, Mark?"
"Studying with Maureen. Really." I tell her.
"Mark. . ."
"Mom I need to study, you want me to pass don't you? I would have thought you'd want me to excel in school, but maybe I was. . ."
"Fine, Mark. Do you need anything?"
Shit. I think fast. If Roger drives me over there she's gonna know I'm not at Maureen's house. I don't want to risk going home anyway, she might try and talk me into staying there.
"No, you know what, I'll have Roger pick me up early at her house tomorrow morning and I can stop at home and change and whatever before school."
She sighs. "Whatever, Mark. I'll see you tomorrow then, hopefully. I love you."
"Yeah, you too." I tell her quickly, hanging up.
Roger comes back in the kitchen a moment later, his face hopeful.
"So. . ." He asks.
"Yeah. But I've got to go home before school tomorrow morning and. . ."
"Sure." He says quickly, pulling me into a hug. "This is great!" When he lets go he wanders over to the fridge and I take a seat at his table.
"So what are we doing today?" I ask him.
He stops drinking out of an orange juice container long enough to grin at me and wink, then continues. When he finishes he burps loudly and crushes the cardboard container. He sends a satisfied look down at it, obviously impressed by his own 'strength', but a moment later he quickly throws it in the trash after he realizes his hands are covered in goopy pulp.
"Ew!" He squeals, initiating a sizeable amount of amusement on my part. He glares at me as he washes his hands.
"Not funny."
I get up and stand behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and leaning against his back. "Aw, did Roger get slimed by the mean old juice?"
"Yeah, I did." He pouts, when I laugh at him again.
I pull away from him as he turns around and wipes his wet hands on his pants. "So what are we doing?" I ask him.
"Well I know what we're doing tonight, but as for now, no idea."
"I skipped school for this?"
"It was your idea! And don't tell me school is more fascinating than me!"
I roll my eyes. "Yes, watching you stand around your kitchen always gets me going."
He wraps his arm around my shoulders and kisses my cheek. "Yeah, it does."
"What does that mean?"
"Only that you want me, cause I'm sexy."
I know I'm blushing but I tease him back. "Well I want you, but it sure isn't because you're sexy." I say, sending him a disapproving look."
He gives me a hurt look. "I'm not?"
I kiss him gently. "You know you are, don't make me say it."
He grins at me and pulls me into a tight embrace. "Say it."
"No."
"I think you're sexy." He tells me, kissing my forehead.
I roll my eyes. "Fine, you're sexy. Happy?"
He kisses me again. "Let's go for a drive." He says, and before I can protest or agree he's pulling me outside towards his car.
+++ (later that night)
"Roger this is really tacky." I tell him.
"Where else are we going to go?" He asks me.
"A bed?"
"You promised me a car, Marky."
"Don't call me Marky. And I am not fucking you in a parking lot."
He kisses me gently on the lips. "You sure?"
"Yes, I'm. . . no." I say as his hand that was on my shoulder drifts very low on my body.
"No?"
I kiss him back, laying my hands on his chest and moving toward him.
"Yes." I say, pulling away.
He smirks. "Yes what?"
"Yes I'll fuck you in your backseat in a parking lot." I kiss him again.
He laughs softly. "That's what I thought."
He moves away from me and gets out of the car, I do the same and we meet up again in his backseat. He lies back, pulling me on top of him. Our lips meet again in a soft kiss, and when I pull back he runs a hand through my hair, smiling up at me.
"I love you." He whispers.
"I know." I tell him. "You tell me all the time. I love you too."
Kiss. His hands move down onto my back.
"Make love to me, Marky. I like when you do." He says quietly.
I nod at him, and start tugging his shirt over his head. I kiss his chest, letting my fingers drag along his sides and he shivers slightly. He pulls on my shirt that I raise my arms to get off, and I press my skin against his, wishing I looked as good as he did. Roger never seems to mind, however. And besides, he calls me sexy. Not likely that it's really true, but it's nice he thinks so.
It still hurts him a little bit when I enter him, we haven't done it this way as often, but I go slow like he does. He's still afraid of hurting me and though often our lovemaking is feverish and passionate, he's careful to always be gentle with me. Sometimes too much so, I have to assure him that it's fine to go faster or even harder. He tightens his grip on my arms, whimpering slightly under his breath. I stop for a moment and lean over and press a soft kiss to his lips. He opens his eyes and smiles at me.
"You ok?" I ask him.
He nods. "Great."
Afterwards he pulls me close to him and reaches on the floor behind the driver's seat and pulls up a blanket. I laugh at him.
"You planned this."
He grins. "You planned this. I promise I won't bother you about prom anymore." He says, laying the blanket over us.
"I don't know." I say, resting my head on his shoulder. "Maybe it wouldn't be that bad."
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Notes Continued: Hem. (cough) more plot less sex (cough). But I can't resist. Eventually I'll get back on track, whenever I find a track to get on. I've stopped caring about how endless this is a while ago. Now I'm just astounded that I have this much free time. Lol. Thanks as usual for reading/reviewing, you guys rock.
Notes: a little later than I hoped, but true to my word still 'tomorrow'. Lol. Not much to say, hope you enjoy the chappie, thanks for everything, guys!
Chapter 46 -Pleased That I'm Happy-
+Mark's POV+
I think about our waitress on the drive back to Roger's house. Roger was right, most people really don't care that we're together. It doesn't stop me from being afraid of those that do, but it helps a little bit. It seems any other time we've shown affection in public something has happened to make me hesitant to try it again, which is unfortunate since I know how happy it makes Roger. We're driving in our usual way, me all the way over on the seat next to him, his arm around me. I watch his face when he drives, when there's traffic he concentrates harder and his brow furrows and he looks concerned. It's really, well, cute I guess. Seems weird to call Roger cute, but at this moment he is.
He pulls up in front of his house and stops the car. We get out and walk to the house together, his hand in mine.
"She's gone, right?" I ask him nervously.
He nods. "Her car's not here, she's gone."
When we're inside he stops me.
"Wait here." He tells me, rushing upstairs. I watch him go, then roll my eyes and sit on the couch to wait. About ten minutes later Roger comes back down, grinning.
"What did you do?" I ask him suspiciously.
He pulls on my hand. "C'mon. Come with me."
Hesitantly I get up and follow him up the stairs. Instead of his bedroom, which I expected, he leads me into the bathroom, and when I see the reason, a tub full of bubbles, I laugh, then wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him.
"You are so weird." I tell him. He only grins at me, pleased that I'm happy. When I kiss him again he starts to tug on my shirt, that I let him remove, and he runs his hands over my chest before letting them rest on my waist. Before long our clothes are in a pile on the floor and Roger is climbing into the tub, pulling me with him. He sits at the end of tub and leans against the wall and I situate myself between his legs and lay against his chest. He wraps his arms around me and kisses my neck, gently nipping beneath my ear. I place my hand on his thighs to brace myself against his actions. He dips his hands into the warm water and slowly runs them over my chest and stomach. With his lips still on my neck his hand slowly moves lower and the combination of the warmth from the water and his touch are enough to allow me to emit a low moan and tighten my grip on his legs. He laughs softly in my ear at my reaction.
"You're too easy." He says softly.
"I'm easy? You're the one with the eternal sex drive."
"You're the one that lets me act on it."
"I don't know how you'd live if I didn't."
"I wouldn't." He whispers, kissing me again.
"Oh nice, Rog." I say, pretending to be offended. "That's like saying you only want me for sex."
"You know I don't." He says, hurt.
"I was only kidding."
"I can get sex anytime." He says honestly. "I love you."
"Like where?" I ask him, thinking bitterly of April.
He laughs. "Marky, I'm in a band."
"Mmm, groupies." I tease him.
More laughter. "Hey, can you stay here tonight?"
I shrug. "I can try."
"Try hard. I really want you to."
"Well me too now that I know about those random groupies you can get laid from anytime."
"Jealous?" He grins.
"Actually, yeah, I would be." I tell him.
He kisses my shoulder. "You don't have to worry, baby. I think cheating's the worst thing possible. I'd never cheat on you."
"That's comforting."
He starts playing with the bubbles in front of me; I watch his actions warily. He manages to create two lopsided lumps of bubbles on my chest.
"Hey, you've got boobs!" He laughs.
I groan and wipe at my chest. "Stop it!" I pick up my own pile of bubbles and lift it up in the air and drop it behind me onto his head.
"My hair!"
I laugh at him as he wipes it off. He gives me a sinister grin before digging his fingers into my sides, tickling me furiously.
"No! Stop!" I squeal, leaning against him. He laughs loudly, the sound filling the small space in the bathroom. He lets his hands rest on my sides and kisses my neck.
"I love you."
"Love you too." I tell him, turning my head to kiss his lips.
+++
"Mom?"
I hear her sigh. "Why aren't you coming home tonight, Mark?"
"Studying with Maureen. Really." I tell her.
"Mark. . ."
"Mom I need to study, you want me to pass don't you? I would have thought you'd want me to excel in school, but maybe I was. . ."
"Fine, Mark. Do you need anything?"
Shit. I think fast. If Roger drives me over there she's gonna know I'm not at Maureen's house. I don't want to risk going home anyway, she might try and talk me into staying there.
"No, you know what, I'll have Roger pick me up early at her house tomorrow morning and I can stop at home and change and whatever before school."
She sighs. "Whatever, Mark. I'll see you tomorrow then, hopefully. I love you."
"Yeah, you too." I tell her quickly, hanging up.
Roger comes back in the kitchen a moment later, his face hopeful.
"So. . ." He asks.
"Yeah. But I've got to go home before school tomorrow morning and. . ."
"Sure." He says quickly, pulling me into a hug. "This is great!" When he lets go he wanders over to the fridge and I take a seat at his table.
"So what are we doing today?" I ask him.
He stops drinking out of an orange juice container long enough to grin at me and wink, then continues. When he finishes he burps loudly and crushes the cardboard container. He sends a satisfied look down at it, obviously impressed by his own 'strength', but a moment later he quickly throws it in the trash after he realizes his hands are covered in goopy pulp.
"Ew!" He squeals, initiating a sizeable amount of amusement on my part. He glares at me as he washes his hands.
"Not funny."
I get up and stand behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and leaning against his back. "Aw, did Roger get slimed by the mean old juice?"
"Yeah, I did." He pouts, when I laugh at him again.
I pull away from him as he turns around and wipes his wet hands on his pants. "So what are we doing?" I ask him.
"Well I know what we're doing tonight, but as for now, no idea."
"I skipped school for this?"
"It was your idea! And don't tell me school is more fascinating than me!"
I roll my eyes. "Yes, watching you stand around your kitchen always gets me going."
He wraps his arm around my shoulders and kisses my cheek. "Yeah, it does."
"What does that mean?"
"Only that you want me, cause I'm sexy."
I know I'm blushing but I tease him back. "Well I want you, but it sure isn't because you're sexy." I say, sending him a disapproving look."
He gives me a hurt look. "I'm not?"
I kiss him gently. "You know you are, don't make me say it."
He grins at me and pulls me into a tight embrace. "Say it."
"No."
"I think you're sexy." He tells me, kissing my forehead.
I roll my eyes. "Fine, you're sexy. Happy?"
He kisses me again. "Let's go for a drive." He says, and before I can protest or agree he's pulling me outside towards his car.
+++ (later that night)
"Roger this is really tacky." I tell him.
"Where else are we going to go?" He asks me.
"A bed?"
"You promised me a car, Marky."
"Don't call me Marky. And I am not fucking you in a parking lot."
He kisses me gently on the lips. "You sure?"
"Yes, I'm. . . no." I say as his hand that was on my shoulder drifts very low on my body.
"No?"
I kiss him back, laying my hands on his chest and moving toward him.
"Yes." I say, pulling away.
He smirks. "Yes what?"
"Yes I'll fuck you in your backseat in a parking lot." I kiss him again.
He laughs softly. "That's what I thought."
He moves away from me and gets out of the car, I do the same and we meet up again in his backseat. He lies back, pulling me on top of him. Our lips meet again in a soft kiss, and when I pull back he runs a hand through my hair, smiling up at me.
"I love you." He whispers.
"I know." I tell him. "You tell me all the time. I love you too."
Kiss. His hands move down onto my back.
"Make love to me, Marky. I like when you do." He says quietly.
I nod at him, and start tugging his shirt over his head. I kiss his chest, letting my fingers drag along his sides and he shivers slightly. He pulls on my shirt that I raise my arms to get off, and I press my skin against his, wishing I looked as good as he did. Roger never seems to mind, however. And besides, he calls me sexy. Not likely that it's really true, but it's nice he thinks so.
It still hurts him a little bit when I enter him, we haven't done it this way as often, but I go slow like he does. He's still afraid of hurting me and though often our lovemaking is feverish and passionate, he's careful to always be gentle with me. Sometimes too much so, I have to assure him that it's fine to go faster or even harder. He tightens his grip on my arms, whimpering slightly under his breath. I stop for a moment and lean over and press a soft kiss to his lips. He opens his eyes and smiles at me.
"You ok?" I ask him.
He nods. "Great."
Afterwards he pulls me close to him and reaches on the floor behind the driver's seat and pulls up a blanket. I laugh at him.
"You planned this."
He grins. "You planned this. I promise I won't bother you about prom anymore." He says, laying the blanket over us.
"I don't know." I say, resting my head on his shoulder. "Maybe it wouldn't be that bad."
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Notes Continued: Hem. (cough) more plot less sex (cough). But I can't resist. Eventually I'll get back on track, whenever I find a track to get on. I've stopped caring about how endless this is a while ago. Now I'm just astounded that I have this much free time. Lol. Thanks as usual for reading/reviewing, you guys rock.