--Kait
Disclaimer: Wish I did, but I don't own 'em. That honor goes to Jonathan Larson.
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The following morning, Roger woke up lying next to Mark, his Mark. For this first time in his life, he had felt that everything was perfect. He was finally with the man he loved. He had no regrets about the previous night and knew that nothing could ever make him happier. All of his frustration was set free; he was finally with Mark, the love of his life, and that's all that mattered to him.
In an attempt not to wake his filmmaker, Roger gently released Mark from his grasp and kissed his forehead. He found his boxers tossed over the dresser and put them back on, laughing at the sight before him. Pink clothing was everywhere! He then tip-toed out of the room and went to brew some coffee. It had been a long night, full of passion and lust, and he knew he needed something to wake him up. Although, if Roger had it his way, he would lie in bed with Mark for the whole day. As he sipped his coffee, he remembered the details of the previous night. He laughed when he recalled that last night's 'festivities' were thanks to Collins and Angel, and of course, National Pink Day.
Something told him that Collins and Angel would be over sometime today, and he knew he had to look at least halfway decent. He walked into the bathroom and gasped at his appearance. There were streaks of pink hair gel streaming down his face. Wow, it must have been one hell of a night, he thought to himself. Indeed it had been. He started the loud shower, which woke the blonde filmmaker up from his deep and satisfying slumber. Realizing that he was in Roger's bed, he turned over and expected to see his musician lying beside him. Only, Roger wasn't there. Mark just shrugged it off, realizing that the shower was running. Mark suddenly was struck with a very good idea.
He got out from under the covers and noticed that he was stark naked, well, except for streaks of pink that came from his and Roger's hair gel. Well, for what I'm planning on doing, we won't be needing clothes, he thought as a smile crept to his face. He stood up and marched towards the bathroom. He could hear Roger singing as he showered. It was a habit Mark had been annoyed with at first, but had grown to love. He really did have a beautiful voice.
'…And when there's only the dark
I can still see the
light
When there's only the dark
you are always the
light
In my eyes…'
Mark smiled when he heard this. Was he singing about me? He was about to find out. Mark barged into the bathroom, startling Roger and making his voice crackle as he sang.
"Mark," he asked. Nothing. Roger heard pure silence.
Just when Roger was starting to get a bit worried, Mark whipped open the shower curtain, causing Roger to smile as he saw his filmmaker, butt naked. Just the way I like it, Roger thought as he smirked. "You. In. Now," Roger demanded as he pointed to the tub. Mark was pleased to oblige his lover's command.
Mark stepped, rather quickly, into the shower and kissed Roger with the utmost passion. "Fuck, Mark. I need you, now," Roger told him.
"Why…do…you…" Mark said in-between kisses, "think…I'm…here?" He smirked. Roger then pinned him up against the wall, his tongue shoving down Mark's throat. They explored each other's bodies with their hands, becoming more and more aroused by the second. Roger got down on his knees and started pumping Mark up and down, sending him closer to oblivion as he moaned. Roger stood up, with Mark still in his hand, grabbed the back of the filmmaker's neck and gave him a rough kiss. Roger liked to have control, and he knew he had it when Mark shouted ROGER! as he came all over the musicians hand. After they finished, the couple stood there staring at each other as the surprisingly warm water cascaded over their bodies. Satisfied with what they had just done, the boys shampooed the pink mess out of the other's hair and washed each other's bodies.
"I love you, Mark" he said with a seductive smile.
"I love you, too, Roger. I always have," Mark said before kissing his musician again.
As they emerged from the bathroom, clad in, well, nothing, a knock on the door echoed throughout the loft.
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A/N: well, there ya go. This is my first attempt to write Mark/Roger so tell me if it sucks… let me know how to make this better. Read & review and I'll love you forever:D