Title: No One Knows ch 4
Author: Libby AKA phoenixprincess
Feedback: would send me over the moon!
Pairing: Mark/Roger
Word Count: 1518
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, Angst
Summary: Marks perspective of recent events. A little fluff at the end there
Notes: 'tis my first rent fic, please be gentle with me. It's written almost like a bunch of little stories mashed together all about the same thing mainly. Mark's POV. How many of you agree that Love is harder to write than Lust?
Warnings: m/m masturbation, voyeurism
Disclaimer: Do not own rent or any of it's characters, I just like to play with them (especially Kinky!Mark).
Mark woke early, way earlier than normal. As he opened his eyes he realized he was not in his room. Then the events from yesterday came flooding back to him. Taking Scott to the Life for lunch, coming home to an empty loft, then Roger going to bed so early, Maureen banging on the window and pulling him out on the fire escape, then of course what happened after. Mark sighed and rolled over to look at Roger. He was still completely naked and barely under the blanket. He was beautiful. Mark scooted closer and took Roger into his arms.
THE DAY BEFORE
"Roger! Are you up? I gotta get going soon so I can meet Scott at the Life." Mark heard a groan from the other side of the door and took it as a 'no'. Exasperated, he threw open the door and pulled the covers off Roger.
"Mark, what the hell?" Mark just laughed at him.
"Get your lazy ass out of bed. I gotta go, take your AZT." He walked back to the central area of the loft and threw on his coat and grabbed his camera. With one last look at Rogers door he left the loft.
Scott was already at the Life when Mark got there. He kissed Mark on the cheek when he got to the table.
"How's it going Mark?" His voice was strained and by looking at him, Mark could tell he didn't get much sleep last night.
"I'm the one that should be asking you that. Hear any news yet?" Scott just shook his head.
Mark felt bad for him. Hell, for the past few days Mark felt horrible. He couldn't do it anymore. Scott was awesome, but he wasn't Roger. He was using Scott, for many things. Now probably wouldn't be the perfect time, but it would be better to get it over with before it got too serious.
"Scott, I…"
"I know."
Mark was stunned, and it must have shown on his face because Scott began to chuckle lightly. He reached over the table and laid a hand on Marks.
"It's ok Mark. I know you love him. It's ok."
Love? He wanted Roger, needed Roger, but did he love Roger? He never thought of it that way before. Love was always an abstract thought to him, never really having meaning. All this need, could it be love?
He nodded to Scott, "I didn't mean to…"
Scott just put his hand up. "Don't worry about it Marky. Listen, I'll call when I land, and when I get back…if your still free…we'll talk alright?"
They stood and embraced. Scott gave him a quick kiss and turned to walk away but stopped.
"He loves you too ya know."
With that he was gone.
By the time he got back to the loft it was nearly dark. He walked around the city, not really seeing anything. He had to work things out. Love was never part of the equation before, but now that it was mentioned, he couldn't get it out of his mind. He did love Roger, he was sure of it and that made everything much more complicated.
The surprises kept coming however when, after Roger went to bed early, there was a soft knock on the windows. He saw Maureen standing beckoning him to come out on the fire escape. He glanced at Rogers door, and went out.
"Damnit Maureen, what the fuck was that for!" The moment the window was closed Maureen met him with a hard slap to the face. He placed his hand over his cheek and hissed.
"Roger. I can't believe you are doing this to that poor man." Mark was now very confused and it showed. Maureen just went on with her tirade.
"Everyday this week he's come over my apartment. You're slowly killing him Mark. He loves you more than words can say and seeing you with Scott is just breaking him. Right now he's in his room doing something to try to get your attention. Now, get your ass back in that loft and show that man how much you love him."
With that he was pushed back inside. What a day. He sighed and moved to sit on the couch to try and sort things out when he heard a low moan coming from Rogers room. The door was cracked and Mark decided to take a peak and make sure he was alright. Rubbing his cheek lightly he walked to the door.
Roger. Naked. Moaning. Thrusting. Pumping. Oh God.
Mark opened the door slightly and winced at the creak. He thought of oiling the hinges when he heard Roger moan his name. Mark couldn't stand it anymore. His pants felt tight and the show before him was too much to resist. He's wanted this for too long.
Mark opened the door wide and walked into the room. He noticed Rogers hungry eyes on him and smirked. They were right. Scott and Maureen. Roger did want him, why had it taken so long to figure it out? Roger wanted him and he wanted Roger. This is going to be fun.
He walked toward the bed, a hungry look in his eye. This had to be right, this had to be just like all the fantasies he's had about this moment. He could see Roger's hand speeding up and knew at that pace he wouldn't last long. Roger had closed his eyes and for a moment Mark just took him in. He could stand there and watch him, see the look on his face when he came, but it wouldn't be enough. Mark wanted to make Roger come. He wanted to be the reason for the look on his face.
He sat on the bed next to Roger and placed a hand on his wrist to still his movements. Instantly Roger opened his eyes and looked at him. Mark took Rogers hand in his and stared back, his look showing his intense need for the man that lay in front of him. He was surprised when Roger whimpered and bucked his hips. He needed to go get his scarf.
At first, he was worried that Roger wouldn't like to be bound but he seemed to quite enjoy it. Mark took his time to try and let Roger calm down a bit. He wanted this to last, for a little while anyway.
Slowly, he placed a condom on Roger, he may be in a lustful haze but that didn't mean he could forget that Roger is sick. The look in Rogers eyes when he did this let Mark know that he understood and felt bad about the situation, but that look was stopped with a gentle caress.
Mark wanted to touch everywhere. He wanted to memorize Rogers body just in case it was a mistake. After a little while however, Mark wanted more. He wouldn't be able to handle it if it was a one time thing. He wanted Roger to be his, to belong to him. No one else. Forever.
He wrapped his hand around Roger and began at a furious pace. He needed him to know, needed him to want him to. He leaned in and whispered in Rogers ear,
"Your mine. Say it, your mine."
"I'm yours"
THE MORNING AFTER
The first thing Mark noticed when he woke a second time was that his pants were gone. The next was that Roger had moved to lay between his legs. His head was propped up on his hands and he was just staring at Mark. When Mark locked eyes with him he smiled.
"I was wondering when you'd wake."
Mark smiled and opened his mouth to speak but at that moment Roger ran a hand up his inner thigh and all that came out was a small moan. He couldn't believe this was actually happening. Slowly, teasingly, he felt Rogers hand move up and down his leg. He closed his eyes and took in the soft touch. A moan, louder this time, tore through his throat when Roger griped his base. Slowly Roger moved his hand in an up and down motion and Mark couldn't help but moan. It was perfect, almost. Mark found that he wanted more. Up to this point it was about getting the other off. Nothing loving and, even though with anyone else Mark would have found this sufficient, with Roger it seemed shallow.
Mark placed his hand on Rogers to stop his movement. He could see and blush forming on Rogers cheeks and almost laughed out loud. A whispered name and he was staring into Rogers eyes. Mark pulled him up by his wrist so that Roger was fully on top of him. Mark leaned forward and captured Rogers lips into a feather light kiss. He pulled back slightly to see the look in his eyes but before he even opened them Roger leaned down and crashed their lips together. It was full of passion, lust, and more importantly love. No words were needed at this point, they both knew what the other was thinking.