"I'm confused," Mark said, holding his camera protectively in his lap.
"What about?" Roger said, sprawled on the couch and playing a half-hearted version of Musetta's Waltz on his guitar, since that was the only song he knew how to play.
"My sexuality," Mark responded.
"Ha, you're so gay," Roger said, randomly looking really sexy.
"I am not," Mark said, pouting. "I went out with Maureen."
"Yeah, well…you are," Roger countered wittily.
"Oh. That sucks," Mark said.
"Why?" Roger asked.
"No reason," Mark said, shrugging. Then he kissed Roger.
"Oh my fucking god!" Roger yelled for no reason, his guitar suddenly gone. "You just kissed me! And I enjoyed it! But I'm wicked straight and I have a girlfriend! You suck, Mark, and I hate you, get out of here!"
Mark sulked a bit and then left with his camera. Roger crashed on the couch, even though he was already sitting on the couch, and played Musetta's Waltz some more, just to shake things up a bit. He played Musetta's Waltz angrily, to express his anger.
"Grr, I'm angry," he said aloud to no one.
Then Collins showed up and said something both subtly philosophical and hilarious. And then he left to go teach, even though he lost his teaching job, like, years ago.
"I'm still angry and I don't want to admit that what Collins said about me loving Mark is true," Roger said angrily, strumming a few chords of Musetta's Waltz on his guitar.
"Hey, bitches," Benny said, who had apparently walked into the loft through the sliding door.
"Fuck off, Benny," Roger said, "I'm too busy dealing with my conflicted emotions."
"Okay," Benny said, leaving in some undetermined manner, probably out the window.
Roger plucked out a few notes of Musetta's Waltz.
"Damn," he said, "I was such an asshole to Mark. I bet I am gay. Even though I've been with girls my whole life, though clearly I have sex with guys when I'm high after a concert, because everyone does that."
Then the door opened and Mark walked in, soaking wet and freezing, even though it wasn't raining and it was June.
Roger stayed silent, poetically avoiding Mark's gaze and his obvious attraction. Mark went to his room and came out later wearing different, less wet clothes, but he was still cold, so he made some tea, even though they didn't have any tea.
"Want some tea?" he asked Roger, who was still oddly silent.
Roger struck a sour note on his guitar.
"Good, because we don't have any," Mark said, obviously fluent in guitar.
Then he sat on the couch and the lack of physical closeness between them was awkward. So Roger moved a little closer to Mark, figuring that his body heat would warm Mark over the one foot gap.
"Thanks for the strictly heterosexual body heat," Mark said, sipping his tea, which was apparently cold.
Then Roger jumped him and Mark's tea would've spilled if he was holding it, but he wasn't, for some reason. And Roger's guitar would've gotten in the way if he had it with him, but he didn't, since he put it down a few paragraphs back, I guess.
"You were totally right, I am gay, I'm sorry for yelling at you," Roger said.
"I never said you were gay," Mark said, looking confused and really hot and adorable.
Roger kissed him anyway, and they had great sex, even though Roger has AIDS and that's so wicked dangerous. Except this is set pre-RENT and pre-April, so Roger doesn't have AIDS yet, except there are no canon girlfriends that we know of pre-April, so Roger can't claim he's not gay because he's had girlfriends.
The sex is hot anyway.
Then Mark got AIDS and/or Roger died.