A/N: I have positively nothing to say except a compliment to all those who reviewed. I got home on Friday after I posted and I almost started crying. All the reviews were so amazing and great I couldn't believe it. I loved writing that chapter, and it just made it even better. Thank you guys so much. You are the reason all this stuff spits out of me so, thank yourselves! Now finally what you and I have been waiting for all these chapters!
Disclaimer: Jonathan Larson of course.
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Mark's POV
A hand cautiously taps me on the shoulder, and I groan. I long to see Roger smiling down at me, but my eyes refuse to open. Roger leans his lips against the edge of my ear, luring me to wake up, but I'm unable. I can't possibly be in the real world. This can't be happening. It's all too perfect. Being with Roger again is just too much to take in. I never thought we would be back together. I never thought he would have the courage to tell Mimi about us, never mind come back to me afterwards.
"Mark." He whispers and I shift slightly on the couch, feeling him sitting next to me. His body is warm, and his hand lies softly on the small of my back.
"Huh?" I moan, and Roger chuckles quietly at me.
"Nothing, just wanted to tell you I love you." My eyes snap open, and he laughs heartily at me. He knew it would wake me up.
"Fuck you." I pull his head forward into my lips, brushing against his lightly. A smile spreads across his mouth, and he lays in my arms, even though I can tell he's not pushing down all his weight on me. "Roger. Just relax, you're not going to kill me." I say, and feel him finally let his muscles go. He leans his head back on my shoulder, and we just be.
"Mark?" His eyes remain closed, and his voice is weary and light.
"Yea?"
"Did I do the right thing? Should I have told Mimi?" His head props up, lying against the couch instead of me. I try to look into his eyes, but find our position a little too difficult to maneuver it.
"Of course you did the right thing. You think you shouldn't…I mean we shouldn't…" I stutter, before feeling his rough touch on my lips.
"Don't start that shit again. I'm not going anywhere." We meet in a tiny kiss, meant to only last for a few seconds. Before long, I can't let go. Like if we stop, we'll never be able to kiss again. I sling my arm around his neck, thrusting my tongue in the gap between his lips. Fingers dance on my cheek, caressing the newly grown stubble and goose bumps. I hear a moan sighed against my skin, from who is unknown. It could have been me, unable to notice in this moment of pure bliss. My hands run through his silky soft hair, patting it down neatly then ruffling it once again. Roger could never help but grind our bodies until they meshed together. He loves the feel of my hips on his, pushing with all my might to connect us.
Forcing mine out the way, Roger's smooth tongue enters my mouth, tasting of cereal and fruit, most likely from the new toothpaste. His upper lip massages the edge of my mouth, sucking and kissing in a perfect rhythm. Our gasps for air grow constant, until the need is too great to keep going. I allow his body to lift slowly off mine and flip over, so he is perpendicular to me.
"I forgot what a good kisser you are." I sigh, already missing his sweet taste in my mouth. Two seconds later our mouths are connected again, as he completes the empty feeling in my body. It's short and sweet, leaving me wanting so much more than I could ever get right now.
"Thanks." He opens his eyes with a smile, then yawns before resting back against my body.
"I missed kissing you."
"I missed just kissing. Just lying here with you."
"I missed the feel of your lips against mine." I continue, trying to top him for some odd reason. He leans closer to me, pressing our chests together and letting me feel his hot breath on the tip of my chin.
"I missed our hips together." He thrusts into my body, rubbing more than just our hips against each other.
"I…missed…the feel of your…body…" I groan as he increases his speed only slightly, yet it's still able to render quite the effect on me.
"I missed…your little sighs. Your smiles. Your…" The pressure builds up and I press our lips roughly together, clawing my fingers tightly into his back. He continues to move up and down against me, making the pleasure unbearable. His hands grip to the sides of the couch, using it as leverage to grind. "Your…" He attempts to finish, completely disoriented by the friction of our writhing bodies.
"Roger…" I whisper into his ear, and bite my lip in agony. I can't possibly lose control now. It's way too soon. Our skin isn't even touching, and I'm already going over the edge. "It's too soon…" I groan, and his intensity slows. His eyes burn with fear, afraid he's gone too far.
"I didn't mean to…I'm sorry. I just got caught up in…" His body lies limply across mine, and I sigh in anguish.
"What? No, I didn't mean it like that. I meant that it I was too.."
"Oh." He gets it right away, nodding in agreement. His hand runs along my thigh, sparking shivers throughout my body, until it lands at my fly. Before he undoes it, I receive a questioning look. He wonders if he should go this far. We've done it many times before, but this is different. We are in it for good now. There's no turning back.
"It's okay." I press my hand against his cheek, and his eyes focus back on what his hands are doing. My fly unzips gently, and Roger's fingers slip in one at a time. I see his shoulder thrust upward slowly, digging his hand further down, as I sigh in relief.
"Mark…" He moans at the sensation of skin to skin. Our lips meet again, but I'm barely able to concentrate on his kiss. His fingers wrap firmly around me before moving, beginning a slow and tender rhythm.
"Oh…" I sink into his touch, as my world and vision narrow only to Roger. Again his speed increases, every few seconds making sure that I am okay with the new steps he's taking. My eyes shut in ecstasy, mumblings and moans mixing together to fall out of my mouth all at once.
"Mark…Mark…" Roger's breathing becomes heavy, and my fingers knead the skin of his neck relentlessly. He lays his head on my chest, unable to stand the noises of my enjoyment. I can't help but let them spill out. Suddenly and harshly, I'm snapped back to the real world with a ring of the phone.
"SPEAK!" A beep is heard loudly in our ears, and Roger pulls away from my sweating body.
"Jesus Christ. Why now?" He takes huge labored breaths, filled with anger and annoyance. "Why can't we just have two minutes to ourselves?" He presses his lips lightly to my chest before pulling away, and getting up off the couch to answer the phone. Maureen's voice fills my head, but I'm unable to comprehend what she's saying. "Hello!" Roger yells, and I can't help but laugh at his fury. He shoots me an irritated look before returning to Maureen on the other end.
I shut my eyes to calm myself, and let my heart return to its normal pumping speed. I look down to see my undone pants, but when I begin to zip them up, Roger grumbles at me.
"What?" I ask, needing a reason to leave my pants open for the world to see. He covers the phone with the palm of his hand tightly, and whispers to me.
"I might not be done with you yet. Let's just see how long Maureen can talk." His eyes rolls subtly, and he listens again to Maureen's incessant rambling. "Yes. Sure. Lunch? Umm…it's like…okay. Sure. No we didn't. Yea. Okay, see ya then." The phone rings when it slams down in its place, and Roger climbs back over to the couch.
"So? When are we going to see her?" I ask, uneasy about the prospect of visiting Maureen with Roger. I don't know if I can keep myself from touching him anymore.
"Later today. Holy shit!" He glances at the clock on the counter. "In twenty minutes. I don't have enough time to…" His eyes move to my pants, and I zip them back up casually.
"It's all right. You can finish some other time." I smirk, and finally sit up to place a soft kiss on his mouth. He thanks me with another one, and I rise up to change.
"What are you doing?" He rubs his tired eyes and yawns once again.
"I'm going to get dressed. These clothes are kind of…"
"But they smell like us. Plus that shirt makes you look sexy." He smiles mischievously, and I melt.
"Fine. But if anyone notices you are in for it."
"Oooohh…okay then." He mocks me playfully, and follows me to get our coats. He slips mine over my shoulders and I do the same for him. "Are we going to tell them?" He straightens out the back of his hair, running his hand over the same place repeatedly.
"Uh…I don't know. Should we?" My emotions are confused. I don't know if I want them to know quite yet, even though I want to be with Roger forever. Well, for as long as he…
"I think we should. They will just find out eventually. Why not now?" His eyes fill with want, and I give in to him.
"All right. But, no making out in front of them to let them find out. We have to let it out gracefully." I explain, trying to level with him. He pecks me kindly on the cheek before grabbing my hand with his.
"Is it okay if I do this out in public?" He glances down at our hands tangled together, and I contemplate it. I love him. Why not? What am I afraid of?
"Of course." I say, and he flashes me one last sweet smile before we head out the door.
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The brisk wind sways roughly against our entwined hands, making my knuckles blue. Yet, Roger's hand stays warm and moist, helping to keep my hand intact. Every few minutes he looks down to check that I'm still attached, that our fingers are still glued together. He's afraid I will break away, he's afraid of my fear. I've never held hands with anyone out in public, not even Maureen. It's odd to show the world that I am not alone. It's also odd to show them that I am not alone with a man. But right now, I could really care less.
"We're here." We show up at the Life Café and Roger digs his free hand into the pocket of his leather jacket. I notice he's looking down at our hands, wondering when he should let go.
"Ready?" I ask, calming my own nerves. I'm not going to be able to tell them. I'm actually a little glad that Collins walked in on us. We didn't have to worry about it beforehand.
"Sure." He sighs, and brings the back of my hand up to his lips. I feel him lightly kiss it before smiling with anticipation. "I love you." He whispers in my ear, leaning his face down to kiss me on the mouth this time, and I stealthily glance inside the window to see if Maureen and Joanne are able to watch us. They're not anywhere to be seen. Maybe we are early. I look down at my watch, and realize we are actually on time for once.
"I love you too. Come on, let's get this over with." His hand frees from mine, and he pushes the door open, letting a rush of warm air steam onto our faces. I sigh in relief, being rather sick of the cold. My eyes search through the restaurant, looking for a sign of Maureen and Joanne at a table somewhere.
"Marky! Roger! Over here!" I finally hear her yelp, and turn around to see the couple in the corner. Joanne has a cup of tea in her hands, trying to cool it down with her breath. Maureen's arm is tangled around the other woman's almost as if they are hitching elbows. Roger looks longingly at me, wishing he could grasp my hand again. I smile sadly, telling him that it will be soon. Soon enough.
"Hey." I say softly, and Maureen giggles subtly. "What?" I look myself over, making sure that I'm not covered with grime or still showing signs of my morning with Roger. Sure enough, my fly is slightly undone. I shoot a look at Roger, and he slowly removes his jacket.
"Guess Marky needs some lessons on how to dress himself." Maureen laughs loudly at her own joke, as Roger apologizes with his eyes. I sit myself down next to him, still basking in the embarrassment of my mishap. I see him resist to rub my back with the palm of his hand, and instead he lays it on my thigh, underneath the table so the girls can't see. His fingers trace a figure eight against the material of my pants, and I sigh in comfort.
"What are we getting to eat?" Joanne asks curiously, and I try to concentrate on anything but Roger's hand.
"Uh…I don't know. I think I'd just like…some tea." I hesitate between words as Roger's hand slides up and down my leg, almost hitting my most sensitive area.
"You don't want food? Come on, it's my treat." She persuades me into food, but I can't really focus on what she's saying. Roger moves his hand at a quicker pace, making me harden only a little. His fingers graze up in between my legs, and I let out a small gasp.
"Sure. A sandwich is…fine." I hold in grunts, fuming with anger, yet not being able to push Roger's hand off of me. It feels way too good to stop him. Our eyes meet, and he smiles before continuing on. He did say that he would finish what he started. I just didn't expect it to be in front of Maureen and Joanne.
"I'll have a sandwich too. I'm fuckin' starving." Roger grunts, and I laugh quietly. I use my feet to push my chair away from the table, and stand up quickly, before anything becomes too noticeable.
"I…have to go to the bathroom." I explain, before weaving my way around tables to get to the restroom.
I swing the door open and lean my hands against the counter. It's grimy in there, and I can smell trails of deodorant and soap. Looking into my own reflection, I see a small pink tint to my skin, probably from all the excitement. I wasn't out there ten seconds before Roger was touching me. Obviously he can't hold back. I hear a small knock at the door, and let out a huge breath before answering.
"Someone's in here!" I yell, and lean my head against the cold metal of the door.
"I know, it's me. Let me in, Mark." Roger whispers, and I allow him only a sliver of room to fit himself through. "Hey." He says, looking down.
"Hey."
"Look…I'm sorry. I just couldn't help but…" He takes my hand and runs his finger over my palm cautiously.
"What if they had seen you? I told you I didn't want them to find out like that."
"I know." He refuses to look into my eyes, and I turn my head from side to side trying to find his stare. His focus remains on my hand however, and he brings it up to his lips. "I'm sorry." Instead of planting a small kiss on my skin, he leans into my neck, sliding his tongue along the edge of it.
"Roger…not now. They're gonna suspect…"
"Shhh…" He quiets me, and I lay my hand on his hip. My body is pressed firmly against the door, and he allows his to touch it only a little. Our tongues collide first, then our lips, slowly connecting, biting, kissing, licking. Without notice, he slams against me the wall, lifting my arms over my head and plunging his tongue into my mouth. I grunt in pain, feeling the round doorknob thrash into my back.
"Uhh…" I moan, passing off my pain as pleasure. His hands run all over my body, finally landing on my hips. Then they come around, unzipping my fly and rushing inside. "Roger…we have to…" My mind clears of all problems, and I let his hand stay where it is. He pumps fast and rough, unlike before. There is no compassion, no caution in his moves, only passion and need. I don't mind, I'm caught up in the moment.
Before long I'm finally able to release, release pressure that's been building up for hours. For days. For months. For all the time Roger and I were apart. Roger leans his forehead against my cheek, attempting to catch his breath, and successfully calming me.
"Can we go out now?" I ask, rubbing a drop of sweat off of his brow.
"You sure you want to?" He looks down at where his hand presently occupies, and I notice a stain all over the front of my pants.
"Shit!" I curse, knowing that I won't be able to cover it up, or wash it out in a reasonable time frame.
"You wanna switch pants?" He asks, and I raise my eyebrow.
"You serious?"
"Yea, if you want. I'll just tell them that I spilled water." He begins to remove his jeans when I grasp his hand.
"No, it's all right. I can do it."
"Okay." He smiles, making sure his pants are secure and heading towards the door. "You wanna go out first?" His hand squeezes the doorknob, and I nod towards him.
"No, you go." I tell him, and he leans in to meet my lips. "We'll be fine." He whispers, and once he's gone I bury my face in my hands. Once I gather up the courage, I follow him out the door, and sit reluctantly back in my seat.
"Where were you two?" Joanne asks, sipping her still steaming tea. Roger and I exchange looks and I clear my throat.
"Bathroom." We both say at the same time, and I sigh in anguish. Crap. Now what?
"You were both in the bathroom?" Maureen giggles, and Roger nods.
"What! Roger, we were not!" I scream, for some reason unable to tell them at the moment. "He went after me and then I…I mean we…well…" I can't seem to spit the words out, as a million incoherent thoughts run through my mind a thousand miles an hour.
"Mark, it's okay." Roger leans over to lay his hand on my shoulder, and I accept it.
"What's going on guys?"
"Yea, I'm confused." Maureen whines, letting go of Joanne's grip and pressing her hand to her chin.
"Well…Mimi and I are over." I hear audible gasps from both the girls, and my head pounds with fear. They are shocked at that part.
"Oh my God! But, she loves you so much! Roger, what the fuck did you do?" Maureen screams, and I rub my temples lightly.
"Hey, he didn't do anything!" I fight back, trying to defend Roger. "This is all because of me." My eyes shut in frustration. I just let it slip.
"What do you mean it's because of you? Did you tell them to break up? Mark what the fuck did you do?" Roger and I can't help but laugh at Maureen, which makes her fume even more. "Guys! This isn't funny! You can't just say that you and Mimi are over and then expect me not to ask questions! Tell me what is going on!"
"Shhh…sweetie…maybe he doesn't want to…" Joanne caresses Maureen's hand gently, but she is quick to pull it away. Maureen can be so insensitive when the time is right.
"I don't care! Mimi is my friend and I want to know what happened!"
"Do you always have to snoop around in other people's lives?" Roger is starting to get angry now, and I place my hand on his back to calm him.
"Guys, calm down. Don't get all flustered over nothing. It's okay." I try to make them stop, but I seem to be invisible. Roger ignores my touch and an irritated glare remains stuck to his face.
"Roger, just tell me what you did for Christ sakes!" Maureen yells, and Joanne sighs. She is feeling the same thing I am. We both aren't able to control them.
"Maureen, it's more complicated than you think." I try to explain, and Roger leans slightly over to my body. He wants some comfort, something I can't give him until they know.
"Marky, I love you both. I'm sorry, but I need to know if Mimi is okay." She has finally calmed down, and Joanne smiles awkwardly.
"She's fine." Roger whispers, and I nod in agreement. "She's fine, now. Who knows if she was lying or…"
"Lying about what?" Joanne asks, now becoming involved in the conversation after it cooled down. Roger sighs, and gives in to temptation. He buries his face in my shoulder, wrapping his arms around my waist. I scoot my chair towards him, making it a little less uncomfortable for us to embrace. His breathing is full of sobbing, although I doubt he's actually crying, he just wants to.
"Roger, are you okay?" Maureen's voice is worried now, even though she is probably the one who is the cause of it.
"Yea, I'm fine." He pushes lightly away from me, but not before showing a small, melancholy smile. "I'm fine…just scared about Mimi, that's all."
"All right." Maureen accepts it, and slides her chair back over to sit next to Joanne. "So, what's up? Why the split?" I know she suspects something between us, just having witnessed a tender hug between Roger and I.
"Come on Maureen, you've probably figured it out." Roger says, and Maureen begins to joyfully clap.
"Are you two in loooove?" She asks teasingly, and I scoff. But Roger wants to show off. He pounds his lips onto mine, thrusting his tongue into my mouth and gripping onto my face with both of his hands. I'm shocked by his forwardness, and even though I know it's a joke, I sink into his kiss. After a few seconds I don't want to let him go, but he pulls away, leaving me with a pleased smile.
"Yep." He answers, and watches as Maureen and Joanne stare at him in shock.
"Oh…my GOD!" Maureen shrieks, as she gets up to give me a hug. I rise stupidly, as she forces squeezes me into oblivion.
"Maureen! Air!" I gasp, and she lets me go.
"Guys! That's so great!" She yells again, and Roger smiles at me. I can tell he's happy. I love getting to share the fact that he's mine with the world. Or rather, with the Life Café.
"Congrats, guys." Joanne says with a genuine smirk. Maureen fills with a bubbly energy, barely able to stay still in her seat, but eventually calming down. As we order and eat, Roger pulls my hand to his, lying it on top of the table, in between us. In front of everyone. I know he's happy, finally happy. I rest my head on his shoulder as the girls finish eating, and he lets his fall against it.
"I love you." He whispers in my ear, and I close my eyes. Content.
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Notes: Gaaa! It took me about four tries to get that one right! I know there was quite a lot of pointless sex in this chapter, but oh how I've missed writing it! I just needed to get it all out at once. Bad idea? Hope ya liked it! Review and tell me!