I don't really own anything in this story… Would really love to though… This may become slash, not sure yet…

VAVAVAVAVAV

Mark sat on the sofa, upside down, thinking of ways to make money. Roger needed AZT, Mark needed film, and they both needed food. Roger walked into the loft and rolled his eyes at Mark. "You know, all the blood is gonna run to your head and it will explode. And I don't want to have to clean it up, so sit right."

Mark slid off the sofa, so that he was now lying on the floor. "Better mom?"

"Yes dear." Roger set a few bags on the table and Mark got up to inspect the contents. "Now, go do your homework and go to bed so that your father and I can have fun when he gets home from work."

"I'm going to advise that you never have children Roger." He shuffled through the bags, amazingly finding them full of food. "Roger, where did you get this?"

"Well, I cleaned my room."

"And what, you just found it?"

"No, I found some... money."

"And why did you have money hiding in your room?"

"Well, not money exactly money, but money makers." Roger smiled, trying to make light of the conversation.

Mark wasn't buying it. "What kind of money makers."

"Well, I found my old stash…" He looked down at the floor, obviously ashamed.

"I'm proud of you."

"For what?"

"Getting rid of it, not using it, and getting me something edible, that's not green." He pulled a bag chips from a bag.

Roger laughed and pulled out some jello. "We have green too."

Mark pulled some chips from the bag. "You know, I've had enough experience with bad food that I think I'll just pass."

Roger pulled the lid off a jello and slid nearly the whole thing in his mouth. "Suit yourself!"

Mark rolled his eyes. "That's gross Roger."

All this tempted him to do was stick out his tongue, green and gooey. "You know you love it!"

"Seriously Roger, that's gross." He threw a chip at him, but it missed by about fifty feet. But it was close enough to prompt Roger to open another jello and flick bits of it at Mark, followed by more chip throwing. Mark lifted his hand to get Roger to stop once they were both either gooey or… kind of covered in chips. "You know, we are just wasting food."

"You started it."

"And you sound like a four year old."

"You sound like a four year old."

"Really Roger? Gonna play that game?"

"You just don't want to play cause you know I would beat you."

"Wow, you've seen right through me." Mark took off his jello covered shirt and looked at it. "I need to wash this before it stains." He began walking to the bathroom, but was nailed in the back by a wad of green jello. "Roger! Are you kidding me?"

"Yes."

"What?"

"It was a joke that I made up."

"Grow up."

"You grow up."

Mark rolled his eyes again. The second Roger turned away, he peeled the jello off his shirt and threw it at Rogers head. "Yes! I finally hit you!"

"Way to get into the game Mark." Roger tossed Mark another jar of Jello, taking one for himself too. They both opened them. "You ready?"

"Uhh, okay." He took a wad of Jello in his hands. "Ready."

Roger did the same. "1… 2…" Before saying three, a wad of Jello hit him in the chest. "Hey! That's cheating!"

A Jello fight went on for the next ten minutes, only to be stopped when Angel and Mimi walked in.

"What the hell are we walking in on?" Mimi's hands went to her hips. Roger dropped the cup and swooped Mimi in his arms, and for a reason Mark could not understand, he felt a pang of jealousy. Mimi screamed at the Jello that was now covering her.

Mark smiled and held his arms up to Angel jokingly. "Maybe later honey." She winked at him, and he put his arms down, blush rising in his cheeks.

He suddenly remembered that he was half naked. "Umm… I'm gonna go change." He ran off to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. What the hell was that? Since when was he jealous of Roger? Or Mimi and Roger for that fact? But was it Roger he was jealous of? Because that would mean that he wanted Mimi, and he just didn't. He wanted Roger… No! He didn't want Roger! Roger was his best friend, that's it!

Mark started the shower and let the cool water was off the Jello and feelings he felt.

VAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAV

Roger set Mimi down. "God Roger. Look at all the food you wasted! And the mess you made."

"You sound like Mark." It was Rogers turn to roll his eyes.

"Well then for once Mark is being very wise." Mimi took a cloth and began wiping up Jello from the floor. "God Roger, look at this mess!"

"Leave it be. I'll get cleaned up and then I'll clean it up." He made his way to the bathroom, mentally yelling at Mimi. God, what did she care? She didn't even live there. Roger stopped in his tracks. Where did that come from? Since when did Mimi get on his nerve so much? He shook his head and continued to the bathroom.

VAVAVAVAVAVAVAV

Mark stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist, luckily just before the door opened. "Hey, I'm in here!" But the door was pushed open and Roger walked in. "HEY! Don't I get any privacy!"

Roger closed the door behind him and looked in the mirror. "Not really. And besides, I've seen you naked before."

"Ya, and we were like four… And it was just different."

"So? How much could have changed?" Roger took a cloth and began washing his face. "Mimi's really pissed about the mess we made."

"What's her problem? She doesn't even live here."

Roger looked a Mark, his eyes going wide. "That's exactly what I was thinking! Huh?"

"Huh what?"

"We just don't usually think about things in the same way."

"Okay, can I get dressed now?" Mark put a hand on his towel uncomfortably.

"Be my guest."

"With you in another room maybe?"

"Gotchya." Roger opened the door and walked back out into the living room, yelling over his shoulder. "Let me know if you need any help!"

VAVAVAVAVAVAV

Mark was lying on the couch again, not really doing anything, looking at the ceiling mostly, when Roger walked out of his room and to the couch. "Why are you on the couch so much recently?"

"What else is there to do?"

"Take an inspirational walk and film the native life?"

"New York has no native life Roger. We killed off all of them years ago."

"God you're depressing." He pushed Mark's feet. "Move. I'll sulk with you."

"Really, I'm good." Mark stayed where he was.

Roger pushed his feet again, but with no luck. "If you don't move your feet now, I'll just sit on you." And so he did.

Mark doubled up from all the new weight added to his legs. "God Roger, how much do you weigh?"

"Obviously enough that when I threaten to sit on you, you should move, right?"

"Well, can you get up?"

"No. I told you, and you didn't move, so I'll just sit here." When Mark started moving his legs, attempting to get free, Roger pressed his weight down. And with further movement from Mark, he leaned over him, staying on his legs, and began tickling him. Mark jolted forward, accidentally catching Rogers lips in a kiss.