Okay, now I am in a completely awesome mood because I just heard that RENT is out at the budget, and I'm planning on seeing it at least three times this weekend. So, if I don't post for a while you know I am in a theater rocking out to the movie! But, the good thing is that I'm so happy right now that this chapter will hopefully be pretty good! Also, because I haven't done this before and I really love RENT, I would like to thank Jonathan Larson for just everything. Now to the writing…

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Roger's POV

I knew I was asking a lot. At first I was really hesitant to even bring it up, but touching Mark, feeling him next to me just makes the urge stronger. There's so much shit that could go wrong, I don't even want to think about half of it. As soon as he agrees, all my inhibitions are thrown to the wind. All I care about in the moment is how I can pleasure him the most.

Usually when I am making love to someone, I'm quite selfish. But I want to make Mark happy. He deserves it. I don't deserve him. Those are the facts.

"Roger…" He groans as my lips trail down to his stomach, making an outline of saliva on his skin. "I…don't stop this time."

"I promise. Never." My lips rise back to his, kissing them warmly and letting our noses rub together. I never want to part from his kiss, it's so sweet, so soft, so loving.

Reluctantly, I break from his lips, just long enough to lift his shirt over his head. He does the same for me, only going at a faster pace. I want to soak in every moment, so I decide to slow down. I back away from his naked chest and just stare.

"Roger?" I look up at him and smile, and he looks at me confused.

"Slow. Be slow."

"Okay." He agrees, I can see it in his eyes. This is probably the only time we will get to experience this feeling, and it has to last. My lips travel to his neck, sucking lightly on every part I possibly can. I hear a brief gasp escape his lips, and I know I am doing something right. My hand grips to his shoulder, and I'm surprised to feel his hand accompany it soon afterwards. Our fingers stroke each other, and every once in a while I feel them shake if I hit the right spot.

Eventually my mouth travels down to his chest, and he slowly lies down on the bed, my stomach parallel with his legs. I lick lower and harder until I hit his rim of his jeans. I kiss his abdomen, asking for permission before cautiously unbuttoning them. I slide them down around his ankles, and toss them onto the floor. I begin to do the same with mine, when I feel Mark's hands insisting to do the work for me. He removes them and warily skims his palms over my thighs. I lay my hand on his chest, lightly pushing him to lie down again.

My mouth has gotten used to doing all the work, while my hands lay blankly at my sides. Mark's lips are so soft, his taste so sweet, I forget I have any body parts other than my tongue and lips. But then he reminds me. He grasps both of my hands with his and turns me onto my back, making him the one in control. Mark lying on top of me is like having twenty balloons on my chest. He weighs practically nothing.

"Mark, what are you doing?" I ask, thinking that I should probably be on top.

"I thought maybe I could…" He backs away from my face and looks dotingly down at me. "There would be less risk." I never thought of it before, but it's the perfect idea.

"That would be…" I can't even get out the words. For some reason his idea makes me want to confess my undying love to him. "I would…" I sigh and try for the last time. "Yea, Mark. I love the idea." He smiles and I take in a deep breath. Part of me is scared of it hurting. I know it's going to hurt, but is it going to be worth it?

"Do you have a condom?" He asks, whispering the word condom as if it will send him to hell.

"Yea, in my back pocket of my jeans." I look down at the floor, into the heap of our clothes. "That are now on the floor." I glance at him, hinting to get off. He picks himself up off of me, and before I know it, he runs into the other room. "Mark!"

"Yea?" He asks innocently.

"Where the hell are you going?"

"Hold on." He answers, and I pull the blue package out of my pocket. Throwing it on the middle of the bed, I see him coming through the door with a container of Vaseline in his hands.

"Oh." I stutter, and for the first time it occurs to me that Mark and I are going to make love.

"Just thought it would help. You and me." He smiles only a little before sitting back down on the bed. I join him soon after, almost reluctantly. He senses my fear and rubs his hand over my back. "It's okay Roger. I'm sure it won't hurt that much."

"No, I'm fine." I say, colliding lips with his and lowering myself down on the bed. I rip open the condom, and hand it to him.

"Thanks." He slips it on, my eyes following his every move.

When he enters me, I feel pain layered with pleasure. He goes slow, and stops when I wince the tiniest bit. At one point it gets annoying, but I appreciate that he cares.

"You okay?" He manages to moan, and I nod before feeling him move. The pain seems to slowly fade away, leaving only us. His hands move to my hair, gripping onto the back of my neck. My own fingers yearn for something of his to grab onto, but everything is blurry. At last I feel his hand connect with mine, and I sigh in comfort. Our fingers lock and I'm finally able to see clearly.

"Roger…" I hear briefly before his weight is resting on me. We're both breathless, our sharp intakes of air meshing with sweat and bliss. I see the sun making shadows on Mark's body, and realize that we can't just fall asleep in each other's arms. It's the middle of the day.

"Merry Christmas. I'm sorry I can't buy you something." He says. I can feel his breath, warm on my skin.

"I think this is gift enough."

"I think so too." He adds and begins to get up.

"Where are you going?"

"To get food. I have to give you something." I pull his arm so he lands on top of me.

"No! You don't have to get me anything. Lying here together would make me happy. It would be the best Christmas I've ever had." I wrap my arms around him before being pushed away.

"Roger, come on. You know we need something to eat in this house. If not for you then for me."

"Fine." I mope and allow him to go.

"I'll be back in an hour." He slides his shirt over his head and his jeans up to his hips.

"Are you crawling there?" I joke.

"No, I thought maybe I would film a little on the way there and back."

"Hurry! I need you here with me."

"My entire movie can't be of us in bed together. It's not porn."

"Why not? I'd watch it." He sticks his tongue out at me before leaving the room. I notice his glasses on the bed and wait patiently for him to sprint back to me.

He bursts into the bedroom and I laugh hysterically. I pick up his glasses and put them on.

"Are these what you're looking for?" He smiles and takes them off my face.

"God, am I glad you don't wear glasses." I roll my eyes before watching him leave once again.

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Notes: Kind of just a nice, slashy chapter for the time being. I think this will be the final Pre-RENT chapter, but if I get a good idea, who knows? After seeing the movie four, yes four times this weekend I think I can stay pretty accurate to timing and everything. Thank you guys so much for the reviews on the last chapter! Also, in the middle of this chapter I wrote the story "Hurt, Anger and Tears" which is Mimi/Roger. So, go read&review that too! I couldn't help but write something nice about Mimi. I love her! Okay, until next time!