It was a lazy November afternoon when Mark took some time to sit down and sort through his film reels. He sat himself on the couch, a box of reels sitting on the worn cushion and some unwanted ones lying on the floor. Taking a sip of water from his glass sitting on the coffee table, he tried to position his box on his knee for easier access when one fell out and rolled under the corner table in a matter of seconds. Mark sighed, reluctantly got off his comfortable spot, walked over to the table and bent over across the table with his right leg sticking in the air and retrieved his reel, as he didn't want to crouch or move the damn table. But he found it difficult to stand back down again when he felt unable to move his right leg. "What the hell?" thought Mark as he turned his head around to find Roger clutching his right ankle tightly, an amused grin playing on his face.
"Roger?" said Mark in a warning tone. "Let go of my leg please".
"Why?" asked Roger teasingly.
"I need to put my film reel back". Mark waved said object in his face.
Roger, with his grin still intact, wordlessly led Mark to the couch without loosening his steel grip, causing Mark to half-shuffle-half-hop himself along the way as he tossed his reel back in its box. Satisfied, he turned back to Roger and asked again, "Now will you please let me go?", as he folded his arms across his chest.
Roger winked. "I will……..once I'm done with you". His grin turned rather evil as he knelt down on the floor and used his free hand to gently massage Mark's calf, causing the Jewish boy to moan softly. He then locked his gaze with Mark as he placed Mark's big toe in his mouth and licked and sucked it gently. Mark moaned louder this time and blushed as red as an apple, while he tried to maintain his balance by using his arms, but his tone remained defiant.
"Roger, for the last time, let go of me". Roger just responded with a naughty, seductive look in his eye. Smirking, Mark picked up his glass from its place on the table and emptied its contents all over Roger's head, in the hope that it would deter him a little, and then set it back down. Without breaking their eye contact or his steel grip, Roger simply ran a hand through his partially-wet hair and gave him a "two-can-play-that-game" look as he slowly stood on his feet. Mark watched with bated breath and the rock star drew him closer by pulling on his leg, causing him to shuffle again. Mark's heart thudded with anticipation, like a bass drum in a marching band, as he felt his knees turn into jelly. He gasped when he felt Roger grip the bottom of his right thigh with a strong hand and gaze at him with eyes full of lust. Then in one smooth movement, Roger snaked his other arm around the blonds' back and kissed him hungrily, their tongues playing their private little hockey game.
A low "Mmmmmm" was all Mark could manage as he wrapped his arms around the rocker's shoulders and held him tight. Roger took this chance to remove his hand of Mark's back and place it under his other thigh, then used both his muscular arms to lift Mark up by his legs and lie him down on the couch on his back, without breaking their kiss. That kiss soon got hotter and more passionate as Roger pinned the skinny Jew firmly underneath him and he grinded their hips together, harder and faster until they both finally broke their kiss to replenish their oxygen supply. Both boys smiled widely at each other and Roger took Mark's left hand into his hand ad kissed it and asked, "So, still want me to let go of you?", as he slyly raised an eyebrow.
Mark giggled and squeezed his lover's hand. "Not a chance".
-The End-
And that, ladies and gents, was my very first fic ever. Please be gentle with the reviews. Thank you.