Thanks for the reviews, this is my first fanfic so I really appreciate it! Here's the second and final chapter!
As they discussed the details of the job, Mark decided he'd better go with for the first couple of months, Roger was still pretty vulnerable to the drugs. His withdrawal had never totally gone away, and he still moaned in his sleep for a hit occasionally. But his obvious excitement at having a job, and a music related one at that, was overwhelming so Mark knew he had to let him try.
"I think we need to celebrate." Mark said suggestively, eyeing the fly of Roger's faded jeans.
"Where did we leave off?"
Mark took his warm hand, led him to the unmade bed and whispered
"Right about here."
They took turns stripping, until skin met skin. They had so much to celebrate, so much to live for, they gave everything they had.
Three hours of sighing, sweating, kissing, licking and biting later…
"When's your first show?" Mark said, turning to face an out of breath Roger.
"Ten, tonight. I need sleep."
Mark rolled over to look at the clock.
"Roger, it's 9:30"
"You've got to be kidding me."
"Nope." Mark smiled.
"Not again!"
THE END!
I'm already working on a continuation/spin off with Joanne and Maureen's baby so look for it soon!