A/N: Hey...I'm back! I've actually had a lot more ideas for stuff, but I got some reviews that I kind of couldn't turn down. If this turns out shitty, blame the reviewers lol, at least I tried.

Disclaimer: Don't own Mark. Don't own Roger. Don't own RENT. Don't even own the computer I'm typing this on. (looks around) I own that cell phone! And that stick of deodorant over there! But that's pretty much it.

When Mark awoke, he felt something he hadn't felt in a long time.

Warmth.

Confused, he looked to his side. Roger, with his still damp blonde hair plastered to his face, was sleeping soundly at his side. And his arm was around Mark's waist.

It was then that Mark remembered the events of the previous night. The screaming, the tears, the embarrassment.

The fact that Mark was naked through the entire thing.

'Mark, I've seen you naked a thousand times.'

'Yeah, that...what? When? I've never seen you naked!'

Roger smirked. 'That's because you don't have good hiding places.'

'Fucking stalker.'

Mark smiled and ran a hand through his short blonde hair.

Roger began to stir and looked up at Mark drowsily.

"What time is it?"

Mark looked at his watch. "10:30."

Roger yawned. "Good, I can sleep more." With that, he fell against the pillow and closed his eyes again.

Mark smiled before leaning down to kiss Roger's forehead, to which Roger returned the grin. Getting up from the bed, Mark entered the main room in the loft. He slowly made his way to the 'kitchen' and put on a pot for tea. While waiting for the water to boil, he sat down on the couch.

Would this be his life from now on? Waking up to complete warmth with the one person he'd wanted to be with since...forever?

Thinking on it, Mark realized he could live with that.

About a half hour later, Roger emerged from the bedroom with a grin on his face. "Hey, sexy. Sleep well?"

Mark laughed. "You should know. You were there."

Roger feigned confusion. "Ohhh yeah...I get laid so often, I forget these things."

Mark smacked him. "And it seems cocky Roger is back..."

Roger giggled. "You called me cocky."

Mark prepared to smack him again when Collins opened the loft door.

"Hey bitches! How's it goin'?"

Collins stared as the two men stared at each other, at a loss for words. "We're uh...we're good."

"Never better." Roger answered.

Collins watched as Mark smiled and blushed. Roger scratched his head and averted his eyes to the floor.

"Oh, God, it's happened, hasn't it..." Collins brought a hand to his mouth.

"What, what's happened?" Mark asked concerned.

Collins smiled, leaning against the loft door. "You two slept together, didn't you?"

Roger took a step back. "Collins, you're sick!"

Collins laughed. "Whatever. But you know it'll happen eventually." He grabbed his jacket again. "Shit, I got a class in about 10 minutes. Just wanted to stop in for a friendly visit. I think I disturbed you guys more than anything..." With that, the philosopher left the building.

Mark glared daggers at Roger. "Sick? Us together, it's sick?"

"Mark, did you want it to get out? Wouldn't you like a little secrecy for the time being? Or do you want the whole world knowing we're gay?"

"You could've just fucking denied it. If I knew that I sickened you...just forget it. I'm going to go film or something."

"Mark, calm down!"

With that, Mark left the loft. Roger collapsed on the couch, hiding his head in his hands.

"Shit."

A/N: Once again, ended in a completely different way than I planned. Good? Horrible? Should I continue or just give it up right here? Your thoughts?