Notes: So, I have it on good authority that Mark and Benny met Roger at Brown. So that makes my crazy little fic totally AU. Ah well! I'm still going.
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"Hey Mark, I'm gonna run out to pick up some guitar strings and maybe stop by April's work, do you need anything?"
"No Rog, but thanks." Mark smiled as soon as Roger closed. Finally, all to myself.
With the amount of people constantly coming in and out of their place, the inhabitants of the loft learned to appreciate when it was quiet. They were free to do what they pleased, with no restrictions.
Which is why, this particular day, he got into the shower and left the door open. Mark loved his showers long, hot, and loud. He also liked his sex that way, but preferred to keep that bit of info to himself.
Mmmm... I should really get to take long showers more often. I still don't understand why April has such an aversion to wasting water, its sooooo good, he thought as stood under the spray of hot water. Moments later, his body jolted as the water temperature turned from steaming to pure ice. He yelped and jumped out of the way. Oh. Maybe that's why.
Mark picked up a towel, walking through the open door into the main room of the loft. I almost don't want to go get some clothes to put on, he thought, smirking, the towel completely blocking his vision as he dried off his head. He continued drying his hair, humming a tune to one of the songs Roger had started writing recently, but stopped short when he heard a snicker. The blood drained from his face as he heard a distinctly male voice say "Whoa, Mark, you should join the Well Hungarians."
"What the-?" He tore the towel off of his head, jumping when he spotted Roger standing in the doorway of the loft. "ROGER! I thought you were- why are you... Dammit Roger, I'm naked!" Mark hastily wrapped the towel around his waist, his face turning bright red. He dropped onto the couch and covered his face with his hands.
Roger smirked, crossing his arms and leaning into the doorframe. "I got to the store and realized I had forgotten my wallet, so I came back." He laughed, walking into the room. "Who'd have thought that shy little Mark Cohen is such an exhibitionist?"
Mark sputtered, reaching to cluch his towel tighter around his waist. "I'm not... there's a reason... I forgot my... I..." Finally, he gave up, turning even more red under Roger's mirthful gaze.
"You don't have to explain anything to me, Mark, what you do in your own private time is your business-"
"ROGERRRRR!"
Roger rolled his eyes, walking into the room and grabbing his wallet from the coffee table. "Mark, its not a big deal, chill out."
Mark shook his head, still unable to speak through his embarassment. Roger stopped at the doorway and turned around. "Be a good boy when I'm gone, Marky!" He winked and left.
Mark got up as soon as Roger left and tore through the loft, pulling on his clothes. I cannot believe that just happened, he mentally berated himself. Never again...
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"You know what didn't help me at ALL? COLLEGE," Mark said, gesturing wildly with the joint Roger had handed to him. "It did me NOTHING for my films. All that doctor shit didn't help anything for real life. That's why I'm leaving!" He handed the joint to April.
"Mark, you already left."
Mark giggled. "You're right, Roger! I left already! I left that godforsaken place behind a long time ago. Who cares if I'm a dropout? My films will be fucking AWESOME."
Roger shook his head. "I sure don't, man, I'm a college dropout tooooooo..."
Mark squinted his eyes at Roger. "You went to college?" He began laughing. "OH, frat parties, you meant frat parties."
Roger shook his head and took a swig of beer. "No way, man, I'm SMART, I got into college all on my own. I was in Princeton's fucking math program."
"How'd you do that?"
April smirked, grabbing Roger's lap. "He fucked his way in, my baby is as sexy as hell."
Roger snatched the joint from April. "Nnnope, I solved some math problem that only two other people in the world had been able to do." Roger held up his joint. "I suck at math, I got the problem because I was HIGH. Marijuana is the smartest guy in the world, man. Marijuana got me into Princeton with no questions and no fucking involved. Got kicked out later when I couldn't divide fractions."
Mark grinned and fell against Roger. "No way, man, thats fucked up. You should totally fuck your way back in."
"YOU should fuck YOUR way in, Marky, your pale ass is fucking sexy."
April scowled and pushed Mark away from Roger, putting a possessive hand on Roger's knee. Roger looked at her, bemused. "Don't worry, baby, he's not the one I want to fuck, you're too damn hot."
"Show me how sexy I am." April pulled Roger up and practically stripped him of his pants in the living room. They disappeared into the bedroom, leaving Mark to go search the kitchen to stop his sudden food craving. He grabbed a loaf of bread and stuffed a slice into his mouth.
"ROGER!"
Mark's head snapped up. He could clearly hear the loud moaning floating through the loft. He grinned through his mouthful of bread. They're having fun. I WANT TO HAVE FUN, TOO! He thought, setting down his bread. Right there, in the middle of the kitchen, he began imitating Roger and April's moans. "HARDER!" he yelled, clapping his hands like a child. "KEEP GOING, ugh, FUCK YES!"
The door to Roger and April's room opened and Roger peered out. "Mark, you fuckhead, shut up," he said, throwing a shoe at Mark's head and closing the door back up.
Mark rubbed the side of his head. "I want to have fun toooooooo... why can't I have any fun?" He sat down and stuffed another piece of bread in his mouth. Making those noises isn't much fun to do alone anyway, he thought sadly to himself before passing out on the floor.