Chapter 4- Dinner

"Wow mom it smells amazing!" Mark exclaimed as he walked down the stairs behind Roger. Dam I love his ass he thought as they walked into the kitchen.

"Mark's right Mrs. Cohen its smells great and looks even better."

Roger and his mom were getting along great, and Mark loved it. He started off onto a trail of thoughts about his lover when the loud closing of a door jolted him from it.

"Fuck" Mark said under his breath, "Dads home." Mark and his father never had the best relationship, they didn't see eye to eye on many things. They loved each other but it was unspoken and had never really ever been spoken of.

"Hey dad!" He heard Cindy exclaim as she walked down the stairs to the front door. "Marks home, and he brought his friend Roger."

"Roger? Isn't that the junkie who was always mooching off my boy?"

Mark looked up at Roger to see if he was hurt by his dads comment. But Roger didn't seem to care, he was used to people saying things like that about him, but it was all in the past now.

"Yeah, but its different now dad Rogers clean."

Mr. Cohen didn't say anything, he just continued his way to the kitchen.

"Oo honey it smells amazing! What did you make?" Mr. Cohen asked happily.

"Pasta!" Marks mother yelled

His dad walked into the kitchen. "Hey Mark my boy!"

"Hey dad!" Walked over and hugged his father. "Dad, you remember Roger?"

"Yes I do" He said semi-dissaprovingly. "I hear your clean now boy, is this true?"

"Yes Mr. Cohen it is, all thanks to Mark." Roger said adoringly

"Ok guys lets eat" Said Mrs. Cohen.

They all headed out of the kitchen into the dining room and sat down. Everything looked amazing and everyone was starved.

"Dig in guys" Marks mom said."Mark you look thin have you been eating enough?"

"I'm fine mom."

"You sound weak your voice isn't as loud and strong as normal."

"Don't worry Mrs. Cohen, Marks loud when he needs to be. Especially when he wants it" Roger said with a grin. Mark looked over at him and gave him the I-Can't-Believe-You-Just-Fucking-Said-That look. No one seem to get what he was implying except for Cindy who kicked him under the table. So Mark was still in the clear.

"Are you guys still friends with that one gay couple? What were their names?" Mrs. Cohen asked

"O you mean Collins and Angel? Yeah we are we see them all the time." Roger said.

"I'm not a big fan of the gay lifestyle." Mr. Cohen said as he put more pasta in his mouth.

"Why not honey?" His wife asked

"I dunno I just don't think I could accept it, I don't know it doesn't seem right to me." He said

"I can accept it," His mother said,"but I don't get it either."

Roger looked over at Mark during this conversation, and could see he had stopped eating and gone pale. Cindy noticed this too and tried to change the subject.

"Um mom" She said "the meal is great."

"Thanks honey" she said and went back to her gay lifestyle conversation she was having with her husband.

What weak attempt Roger thought. Now it was his turn to try and help Mark.

"Mr. Cohen" he said

"Yes?" He said looking up from his meal

"Who is your pick to win the Super Bowl this year?"

Yes it worked Roger thought as Marks dad started to go on about football teams. This conversation went on until the end of dinner. Mr. Cohen had very strong opinions about sports, so Roger pretended to too. And it worked Mr. Cohen dropped his guard and they went off into the living room to talk, while the others cleared the table.

Mark was so happy Roger had gotten him off the subject of gay relationships and that his father and him were getting along, but that conversation was all Mark could think about. He kept replaying what his father said over and over in his mind. He didn't know how he was ever going to be able to tell him now.

A loud crash jolted Mark from his thoughts. He looked down and saw he a dropped a plate. "O shit!" He exclaimed "I'm sorry mom I...I..I'll clean it up."

"Don't worry honey I'll clean it up." Cindy said bending down to where Mark was to clean up the mess. "Go upstairs and go to bed you seem tired."

Mark obeyed and walked up stairs to his room. Roger looked over as Mark went up wishing he could go with him, but no he was stuck talking about football with Marks dad.

Cindy looked into the living room and caught Rogers gaze. She could tell he wanted to go upstairs with Mark.

"Dad!" She yelled,"Can you come help us clean?"

"Sure honey I'm coming" He got up and went into the kitchen.

Roger followed,"Hey, guys I'm tired from the trip I'm gonna go up to bed."

"Ok Night Roger" Cindy said

Mark lay awake in bed waiting for Roger to come up stairs. Finally Mark heard foot steps, he prayed it was Roger.

There was a knock on the door "Come in" He said.

The door opened and Roger walked in. "Hey baby" Mark said feeling relieved.

"Hey" Roger said as he crawled on the bed over to where Mark was laying in just his boxers. He looked so fucking sexy. Roger through his leg over Mark so he was now straddling him, and he bent down and kisses his soft lips.

"I'm sorry about what your dad said at dinner" Roger said as he began to kiss Mark's neck.

"It's ok Rog I'll live." He said before pushing Roger off of him.

"What was that for?" Roger seemed surprised

"Rog you know I can't risk this while were here."

"Mark their all downstairs. I was just trying to make you feel better." Roger said seeming hurt.

"I know that Roger, but I'm still a little shook up about being here. I just need to sleep on it."

"Yes, and I just want to sleep on you" He said playfully.

"Roger go to bed please, I don't think I can resist you much longer."

Roger got off the bed and bent down and kissed Mark one last time before turing out the light and heading to bed. "I love you" He whispered into the darkness