I had this ready awhile ago but you know with the site being down and all that didn't really work out. O well enjoy...

The Seinfeld reference in the last chapter was the counting how many times they have said I love you. It was from the episode that Courtney Cox was in.

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Rogers eyes fluttered open and he looked over to Marks spot on the bed to find him missing. He stood up, stretched and began looking on the floor for his boxers that had been thrown off sometime last night. He didn't see them anywhere.

"Oh well" He sighed he knew Mark liked him better naked anyway. He opened his bedroom door and stopped in his tracks. Mark was in the kitchen making coffee, and Angel was sitting on the couch trying desperately to hold back a laugh.

"Well I guess it makes sense that your band was called The Well Hungarians." She giggled.

"You know you want it." Roger remarked raising his eyebrow.

"Um...Rog, I know its hot in here but...wanna put on some pants?" Mark said emerging from the kitchen.

Roger laughed and turned back to his room to find his sweats. He returned a minute later to find that Mark had joined Angel on the couch. He walked over and sat down on the overstuffed chair next to them.

"So Angel. To what do we owe this early morning visit." Roger asked

"Some say early, others say lunch time." Angels words were thick with sarcasm

Roger looked at his watch. "Um Angel its 8:00 a.m."

"Well either way, why exactly are you here?" Mark asked

"I...well..I kinda have something I need to ask you guys. Are you um...how should I put this? Are you two um..." She bit her lip, "Fucking?"

"What!" Mark asked taken aback

"Are you and Roger ya know together, a couple, having sex?" She asked

Roger looked over to Mark. It was up to Mark if they told Angel or not.

"Well..uh...yeah." Mark said getting up off the couch and going over to sit on Rogers lap. "Yeah we are." A glowing smile found its way to his lips.

Angel squealed. "Oh thats so cute! How long?"

Roger kissed the top of Marks head. "Four months."

"Wow really? I had no fucking clue!" She exclaimed

"Well obviously you did, cause you came over here to ask if we were a couple." Mark pointed out.

"Ok well I had no clue until yesterday at lunch."

"What happened yesterday at lunch." Roger said confused

"Well I dunno, you two just kept finding excuses to touch each other, and you kept whispering in his ear." She said motioning to Roger. "But I didn't really think anything of it until I hear you say what sounded like I love you."

Roger smiled and tightened his grip on Mark.

"Wow I guess we kinda slipped up." Mark commented

"Why haven't you told us?" She inquired

"Well...I dunno I guess...I just grew up in a family where being gay is wrong and completely not accepted so I guess I was just nervous."

Roger buried his face into Marks neck and closed his eyes.

"Mark," Angel said reaching over and putting her hand on his knee. "You are of course accepted with us. We love you guys, and for crying out loud are entire fucking group is pretty much gay." She laughed.

"I said the same thing." Roger said sitting up.

Angel smiled. "So can I tell Collins?"

"No, not yet, we will tell them when the time is right." Mark responded.

"Ok" She pushed her self up off the couch and walked toward the door. She stopped and turned around. "You know, from what I saw of Roger earlier, Mark you must be pretty um... satisfied in bed." She said with a laugh

"Oh, you bet your ass I am." He chuckled and kissed Roger.

"Bye boys." Angel waved as she walked out the door.

"Bye Angel." They yelled back

Mark stood up and pulled Roger into a kiss. "See it wasn't that bad." Roger mumbled into his lips. The rock star grabbed Marks hand and pulled him toward the bedroom. "Lets celebrate."

"No Rog it too early to fuck."

"Its never to early to fuck." Roger said pushing him onto the bed. "Like I said we need to celebrate. We have now come out of the closet to one person."

Mark knew there was no use fighting it, when Roger wanted sex there was nothing that could stop him. He would get what he wanted, and its not like Mark minded, Roger was amazing in bed.

Roger straddled Mark and pulled his shirt off. He bent down and brought his lips to the pale skin of Marks neck. Mark let out a moan of pleasure. The filmmakers hands found his way to Rogers ass and he pulled him closer.

"I want to fuck to tell you scream." Roger panted.

Mark closed his eyes and let Roger take control. He liked to be in charge but he knew Roger liked it more, and he was more than happy to oblige.