As they walked down the street toward the club Mark could barely contain himself. Roger looked amazing, he of course had his leather jacket on, but under that he had on a deep green shirt that made his eyes unbearably green. Mark couldn't help but smile as his eyes traveled lower, Roger was wearing a pair of faded denim jeans that couldn't have possibly been any tighter. They hugged him in all the right places and excentuated his perfect body. Mark had to bite his lip to keep from jumping him right there.

As they walked into the club behind their friends a wave of hot muggy air rushed over them.

Roger let out a gag. "Holy shit its hot!" He exclaimed.

Mark just laughed. "You'll live Rog." Sarcasm dripped off his every word.

Collins shook his head. "Come on you two, there's a table over there."

They all walked over and sat down.

"I need to get drunk." Roger complained. Everyone nodded in agreement.

"What do you guys want I'll go get drinks from the bar." Joanne asked

Beer was the unified answer. She laughed and walked over to the bar. " I'll help you." Mimi said getting up and following her.

Roger felt someones hot breath on his neck and turned around to find a small blond standing there.

"Wanna go dance?" She slurred. Her breath was thick with alcohol

Roger turned and looked at his friends. They all nodded and urged him forward. "Go" Collins motioned toward the dance floor, and Maureen tried to push him out of his chair. He really didn't want to go but if Mark and him were supposed to keep up this act then his friends needed to believe he was single.

He turned his attention toward Mark and smiled apologetically. "Have fun." Mark said with a small smile.

Roger got up and was pulled to the dance floor. Mark eyes followed him the entire way. They reached the floor and the blond started to grind with him. He shook his head and looked up. His eyes caught Marks gaze.

"I'm sorry baby." He mouthed. Mark smiled and shrugged his shoulders. Roger looked back down to the young girl. She seemed nice but she wasn't Mark.

Mark looked down and bit his lip. He felt bad, after all Roger was doing this for him. Angel glanced over and put her hand on Marks shoulder. "Lets go dance Marky."

Mark looked over to Collins. "That ok with you?" He smiled.

"Sure. Try not to hurt him babe." He laughed.

They stood up and walked to the floor, a good distance from Roger.

"You doin ok hun?" She asked

"Yeah I'm fine."

He looked up and his breath caught in his throat. Over Angels shoulder he could see Roger and the other girl, and he didn't like what he saw. The girl turned around and brought her lips to Rogers. It made him happy that Roger pulled away quickly but she didn't seem to get the hint. She kept trying to bring their lips together.

Angel turned around and saw what had choked up Mark. "Mark...hey...Mark...hello come back to me."

He snapped his attention away from them and looked back at her. "Huh..what..oh sorry."

"Mark it doesn't mean anything. Roger is in love with you."

This statement brought a smile to his lips. "I know it still hurts though."

"Don't worry, she means nothing to him"

The girl tried again to kiss Roger. "Stop it!" Roger yelled pushing her away.

"Fine." She said as she continued to dance with him.

Roger looked over to their table and caught Mimis attention. "Help" He mouthed

She laughed and turned back to the group. "What?" Maureen asked.

"Rogers over there begging for help."

"Go help Mimi." Matt suggested. "Just say your his girlfriend or something."

"Yeah, save him from that little slut." Collins laughed as Mark and Angel came back to the table.

"Fine." She groaned and pushed herself out of the chair. Pushing her way through the crowd she finally found her way over to them.

"Hey baby." She grabbed Rogers shoulder. "I've been looking all over for you."

Roger let out a sigh. "Sorry hun." He caught on quickly and bent down to kiss her cheek.

The blond huffed and walked away, obviously feeling defeated.

Mimi linked her arm with Roger and led him back to the table. "Thanks Meems."

"Anytime babe." They made their way back to the table and sat down.

Roger slipped his hand under the table and rubbed Marks thigh to let him know he was sorry. Mark placed his hand on Rogers and squeezed it. He loved this man more than anyone could possibly know.

Roger grabbed his beer and took a sip.

"So Roger, who was the blond?" Joanne asked.

"No fucking clue! She just walked up and wanted to dance."

"Huh well there ya go. She seemed like kind of a slut." She said casually

"She was." Roger gulped down the rest of his beer and stood up. "I'm gonna get another beer, or maybe something stronger. Anyone need anything?"

"Wow your wasting no time getting drunk." Collins pointed out.

Roger raised his eyebrow. "So thats a no?"

They all looked around and shook their heads. "I'll go up with you." Mark said getting up out of his chair.

A smile crept onto Rogers lips. "Lets go."

They turned and walked over to the bar together. They reached the bar and Roger leaned on it turing towards Mark.

"Hey sexy. Can I buy you a drink?" He playfully rubbed his fingers up and down Marks arm.

"Sure, as long as you promise not to get me drunk and take advantage of me."

Roger bit his lower lip. "I'm not sure I can't keep that promise."

Mark put his hand on Rogers chest. "I hope don't." He said seductively.

"Fuck" Roger breathed as Mark leaned in and began to kiss his neck. Roger glanced nervously over at the table. There was no way their friends could see them from where they were.

"Hey you two gonna make out or order somethin?" The bartender asked in an annoyed tone.

Mark pulled away from Roger and smiled. "I'll have beer."

"K anything for you?" He motioned toward Roger

"Um...something strong, surprise me."

The bartender shook his head. "Fine."

Mark looked up at Roger. "Why are you in such a freaking hurry to get drunk?"

"Cause," He placed his hand on Marks waist. "It kills me to be here with you and not be able to touch you." His hand snaked around and pulled Mark closer to him. "To not be able to hold you." He closed the gap between them and brought his lips only inches from Marks. "To not be able to kiss you." The rock stars lips pressed hard and firm against Marks.

Mark inhaled deeply when they parted. "Wow" He sighed. "You are fucking amazing."

"I know." He smirked as the bartender set down their drinks.

Roger picked up his drink and followed Mark back to the table.

"What took you guys so long?" Maureen asked.

"Nothing." Mark murmured as he sat down.

"Why don't we all go dance?" Mimi suggested.

"Sure why not." They agreed.

The friends got up and headed toward the dance floor. They all seemed to kind of mush together into one large group swaying back and forth to the beat.

Mark could not remove his eyes from Roger. The way he moved, the way the light shone on his face, the way his clothes clung to his body, everything about him was turning Mark on.

His breathing grew heavy and unstable. He moved his body so he was closer to Roger. He could feel his body heat radiating off of him.

Roger noticed Mark moving closer and closer to him. He scooted forward and "accidentally" brushed his hand against Marks ass. Mark bit his lip and leaned into his touch.

Mark couldn't take it anymore, he needed to sit down before his knees gave out. "I'm gonna go sit down." He said breathlessly

"You ok Mark?" Joanne asked in a concerned tone. "You don't look well."

"Yeah I'm fine I just need to sit."

"Ok" She shrugged and went back to dancing with the drama queen.

Roger squeezed past Angel and Collins. "I'm gonna go sit too." He panted.

He followed Mark back to the table and sat down next to him. "You sure your ok baby?"

"Yeah just watching you out there, I couldn't take it anymore. Your body is so perfect and I just..." He was cut off as Rogers lips met his.

Mark smiled and stared into Roger green eyes. They sat like that for a moment before the rest of their friends made their way back to the table.

"Hey bitches!" Collins exclaimed as he sat down at the table,

They gathered around the table and talked and drank tell they were all incoherent and drunk.

"RogyIneedmorebeer." Mark slurred

"Go...getsome." Came his reply

Mark stumbled out of the chair and returned to the table a second later.

"Markywheres thebeer?" Mimis words were slurred and hard to understand.

"He.." Mark pointed to the bar. "Said we um...said...we...hadtoomuch."

They all began to laugh and stumble around. "Lets go home then" Matt suggested.

They all got up and tried to stumble out of the bar. They stepped outside and Mark tripped.

"Ow!" He exclaimed.

Roger bent down and tried to pick him up but only managed to fall down himself. They laid in a heap on the floor laughing before finally managing to pick themselves up and stumble home.

"Bye guys!" They yelled from the entrance to their building.

It took a while but they finally manage to make it up the stairs and collapse onto their bed.

"Night Marky."

"M'nitght Rog."

Roger wrapped his arms around Mark and buried his face into his neck. The rocker kissed the filmmakers neck and promptly fell asleep.