Title: A Very Jewish Christmas
Date: December 25, 7 AM EST
Place: the Loft, where a grumpy Roger and an excited Mark are getting up.
"Why did you wake me up so damn early?" Roger growled.
"Because, honey, I never got to do this as a kid. Being Jewish and all…" Mark put on his best pout, and looked up at Roger. "Please? Pretty please with sugar and strawberries and whipped cream on top?" Roger laughed.
"Okay. There better be a lot of whipped cream though." He laughed again. "Here's your present." He handed Mark a box, wrapped in newspaper and tied with a ribbon that looked like film. Mark ooh-ed and ah-ed at it for a while before starting to carefully unwrap it, careful not to rip any of the paper or mess up the ribbon.
When it was open, Mark looked inside and blushed profusely. Roger laughed even more.
"I knew you would like it!" Roger said as he hugged Mark tightly. Inside the box were… new boxers. Mark groaned. It was a lame gift and a bad pun!
"My first real Christmas present from you and it's underwear? I thought you only gave lame presents to people you didn't like."
"Welcome to Christmas, buddy. You always get underwear from someone. I guess it just had to be me this time."
Mark shoved a box towards Roger resentfully. Roger started ripping away at the newsprint wrapping, and Mark looked at him strangely.
"This is how you're supposed to open presents, silly! It's no fun unless you rip everything." Roger said as he opened the box. He looked inside and blushed slightly. Not as much as Mark, because he was Roger, and Roger wasn't supposed to blush.
"I thought you could use them." Mark said playfully. Inside the box was another smaller box, neatly labeled: Condoms.
Roger jumped on Mark and grabbed his glasses. "Marky, that was just mean. You know I keep a box in my room at all times!" Mark blushed again.
Roger grabbed Mark and kissed him, enjoying the feeling of Mark's hands playing with his hair.
"I'm glad you're here. This can be our first ever Jewish Christmas!" Roger grinned joyfully. "I love you."
"I love you too, Rog."
And it was the best Christmas ever.
The End!
SMARMY! I love them though. Mmm smarm. Is that a word? Apparently not, because spell-check just yelled at me. Yes. Kill me for the pun: A box full of boxers. :P Lame I know. And now you have seen some MarkRoger fluff! Now on to my next project full of angst and blah blah blah. :D