Thanks to everybody that reviewed and asked me to continue. This is probably going to be the last chapter, but no guarantees. I had to up the rating for this one, hope you enjoy
Disclaimer: Still no owning by me. tear
Roger motioned for him to come over to the couch. It took everything Mark had to keep from sprinting into the rocker's arms. He walked over slowly and perched on the furthest edge. Mark wasn't about to make this easy, he wanted Roger to work for something again.
"Come closer." Roger all but growled, he wanted Mark so bad.
"Why can't you just come to me?" Mark teased, pouting.
"I could, but I won't. I can wait." Two could play that game.
Mark watched him lay back down, making no move to get up again. The way his chest rose and fell rapidly in anticipation combined with the way his fly was starting to strain was almost too much, but Mark held fast.
"I guess I'll just go edit that new piece for work then." He responded nonchalantly, getting up and stretching. His shirt went up with his arms, and he peeled it off, throwing it over the back of the couch.
Roger couldn't take it any more, this guy was the biggest tease he'd ever been with.
"I don't think so."
He stood up to facing Mark, pulling him in, trailing his guitar roughened hands over the pale flesh of his neck. Their lips met. Roger could taste the tea Mark was always drinking. He slid his hands down the anxious filmmaker's back until they were inside the back pockets of Mark's jeans, forcing them closer. With their faces pressed together Roger could feel the heat of Mark's blush radiating over him. He pulled back slightly.
"Convinced?"
Mark smiled and unbuttoned Roger's fly.
"I think I need a little more persuasion."
Roger responded by pulling him back in for a slow deep kiss, hot tongues caressing each other. Mark threaded his fingers through Roger's thick blonde hair. They stumbled to the bedroom, tongues still clashing.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Roger, please!"
"mmm. I like it when you beg."
He pulled back grinning until Mark gave a grunt of impatience, running his hands wherever they could go.
Roger pulled off his own shirt now, and Mark finished removing his jeans, lingering in all the right places.
"Last chance." Roger mumbled, as Mark stood back up.
"Roger!"
"Yeah?"
"Please!" he moaned back.
"Sure, all you had to do was ask."
Mark let himself be pushed onto the pathetic excuse for a mattress.
"I love you." Roger moaned into his exhausted partner's ear, two hours and a pile of condom wrappers later.
"I know. I love you too." Mark said panting.
"Get off for a sec, I want to go get something." Roger said nudging him off his sweaty chest.
"What ever it is, it can wait." Mark responded.
"No, it really can't, trust me it'll be worth it."
Mark obeyed with a sigh. Roger was very determined when he wanted to be.
He left the bedroom, still naked, while Mark watched his retreating form paying special attention to his very nice butt.
The musician came back with, what else, his guitar and perched on the side of the bed. Mark scooted closer, looking on curiously, and Roger began to play his guitar for the first time in months.
I can't believe that it took so long
To realize what was right in front of me
I don't know what I would have done
Without you right here takin' care of me.
I never thanked you for all you did
And now I know how much it meant
Now I know what I've been missin'
For all those years I tried to tell myself
That this was wrong.
Now I know this is so right
You with me
I shouldn't have given up
On you with me.
Thank you for stickin' around
You could have left
No one would have blamed you
But you stayed right here
Right here
With me.
There were tears in they eyes of both men by the time Roger finished singing the last line.
"Thank you." Mark choked out.
Roger gave him a sweet kiss, and when separated they knew, it would be a long time before Roger stopped playing again.
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