Chapter 7: High as a Kite

The doctor came and went, settling Mark into his bed and putting several IV's in his veins. The doctor gave Roger a menacing look, as if he wanted Roger to disappear.

"Mark."

The filmmaker let out a cough trying to keep his arms still as not to rip out any of his IV's. "Okay. How I got AIDS. Zoom out. My Life. Act 17, Scene 12. It was Christmas Eve. You had come over for the evening. You never did like spending the holidays with your family. So I guess my family was who you went to..."

"Roger, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be doing last minute Christmas preparations with your own family?" Mark groaned. He loved having his best friend over but it made it so he couldn't wrap the guy's present.

"Family time is overrated. Mark, I'd rather be here with you. That, and my parents'll know." Roger let out a giggle.

"You are not fucked up again," Mark rolled his eyes at his best friend. He turned to look at him as Roger toppled over onto Mark's bed. It wasn't even funny even more.

"Roger, how long have you been on smack now?" the younger boy wondered, trying to attempt to take care of his friend.

"Mmmmmm...two, maybe three weeks. It's so much better than pot. This stuff is great," The songwriter was gone.

"And I'm stuck with you til you come down. Then you'll go home?" Mark questioned. He actually would have liked to sleep. The sooner he went to sleep, the sooner morning would come and he could celebrate the Christmas holiday with his friends who celebrated it. Not his family though.

"It won't be long. I promise," a grin took over the better part of Roger's face as he layed there enjoying the feeling of his high.

"Good."

"Markie, I love you," Roger said in a sing song voice. "Maybe I should write a song about you. Markie, Markie, he's so grand. He has a great set of ... of... GLANDS!"

"Roger. Do us both a favor and just shut up," Mark groaned. He always was like this when he was fucked up.

"But Markie. I luuuuuuuuuuuv you. I luuuuuuuuuuuv you I do I do I doooooooo. I will love you for emer and emer." Roger let out a chuckle. "Oops. I can't talk."

Mark groaned and sat down on the end of his bed. He was kicked out of his own bed. Wouldn't that make a great documentary? Coming up next: The Great Bed Hogs of America.

He could feel the weight shifting on the bed. "Markie. Come to bed, please?" Roger's breath was hot on his ear.

A shiver ran up Mark's spine. He knew that if he turned his head, right there would be Roger. Something about that enticed him to do it. But no, he wasn't gay, nor was he bisexual. So why was he thinking about these things with his best friend? His MALE best friend. Clearing his throat Mark removed himself from the bed. "Roger, you are obviously very fucked up. So you lay there, enjoy whatever feeling that shit gives you and leave me the fuck alone."

Mark watched as Roger regained part of his composure and slithered off the bed. "But Markie, it's no fun if you're just standing over me watching. Come lay with me. I promise nothing will happen."

Something about Roger's green eyes called to him. They were telling him to lose all inhibitions and just go for it. Roger approached Mark and ran his hand down the younger man's face. There was nothing the filmmaker could do but let his body lean into the touch.

"Mark, come to bed?" Roger whispered, his face nearly inches away from Mark's. Leaning in, Mark's eyes fluttered close.

It might as well be tonight that the younger man threw all hell to the wind. He gave in, letting Roger do with him as he liked. He stood there for just a few seconds, waiting, breathing, until something possessed Mark to crash his lips to Roger's instead of waiting for Roger to crash his to Mark's. At the mere feeling of Roger's lips on his, Mark groaned, leaning in as far as he could go.

The musician's hands grabbed anything he could hold on to: hair, arms, clothes, torso. It felt so good, so...right. The filmmaker backed the guitarist to the bed, throwing him on it.

Mark stopped there for a moment, taking in the site. Roger, on his bed, panting and trying to retreive his breath. Damn, that was hott. Pushing himself on the bed, Mark crawled over to where Roger had landed, and moved himself ontop of the songwriter. Taking control again, Mark smashed his lips to Roger's for another fierce kiss. It was wild and passionate, everything his dreams had made it out to be.

Wandering hands made their way up the younger boys back, underneath his shirt and over his shoulders. They pulled apart for seconds, just long enough for Mark's t-shirt to be pulled over his shoulders and thrown off somewhere in the room. The filmmaker then began working on the guitarist's shirt, wanting to feel that skin on skin contact.

Roger let his body arch up into Mark's as the younger boy let his hands brush over the musician's nipples. Hard peaks, and incredibly sensitive. Mark could feel Roger's straining erection on his thigh.

Roger grabbed Marks' hand, shoving it down to where he needed the attention the most. Letting out a moan, the guitarist attached his mouth Mark's throat, earning a moan in response.

Mark pulled both his hands up to Roger's chest and pushed himself away. Removing his glasses, Roger noted that Mark looked a lot better without them on. He then heard Mark say in an authoritive tone: "You're gonna fuck me and it's going to be fast, hard and un-fucking-believable."

Roger couldn't believe what his best friend had just said to him. It was powerful, commanding, forceful, and down-right sexy. The only thing the musician could think of, was he had to obey Mark's every command.

Mark groaned and rolled over. Every muscle in his body hurt. What the fuck did he do to cause this? The single thought made a grin appear on his face.

Roger had left after the mind-blowing ordeal, both still in their erotic high.

((A/N: Okay guys. Most of you said you wouldn't mind if I wrote it. But when it came to it, I really felt uncomfortable writing them going all the way. So I wrote a lil bit but everyone still knows what they did, right? Good.

Hope you liked it. Please review, it makes the next chapter come faster I do believe.))