Once upon a time, on a cold, wintery June day, Roger sat on the floor of the loft, fiddling with his camera. He was getting annoyed because the camera wasn't working properly.

"This won't film," he said angrily as he shook the little appliance vigorously.

Mark sat on the window sill, giggling at his friend as he played Musetta's Waltz for the 294th time that day.

"And I still can't find my one song glory," he complained as he played Musetta's Waltz one more time.

"Well, what about that song you wrote about when you found a severed human finger in your tea at the Life Café?" asked Roger, suddenly looking really sexy as he fiddled with his projector, even though it was old, weak and dilapidated and could fall apart at any given minute.

Mark shuddered. "Nah, too disturbing. Makes me lose my lunch, even when I haven't had any." He shook his head as he played a sad version of Musetta's Waltz. Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

"Hey, maybe I'll write a song about how Mimi dumped me for a dancer named Alice from the Cat Scratch club!"

Roger cringed as he fiddled with his camera again and adjusted his glasses. "Damn, that sucks dude. I'm still angry at Maureen after she dumped for a sexy black layer named Joanne."

Mark shrugged. "Oh, it's okay. I don't mind." Then he got up, sat on Roger's lap and kissed him hungrily. Suddenly, he pulled away and said:

"No Roger, wait. We don't have protection."

Roger grinned. "Oh yes, we do," he said as he magically pulled a box of condoms out of thin air. He slipped one on Mark's cock and then one over his; even though he hadn't taken his clothes off yet. Mark slid his cock into Roger's ass, which was still covered by his jeans, and thrust into him until both of them came while screaming random words at each other.

Roger then collapsed on the floor completely exhausted, even though Mark did all the work while Roger just lay there, and said, "Wow Marky, that was fucking awesome. I wish we had filmed it, though."

"Don't worry Roger, I just did that," said Maureen, who randomly come out of nowhere and held the camera in her hands.

Mark giggled at her. "Wow, thanks Mo." Maureen giggled back, then walked in to the bathroom door and disappeared just as randomly as she appeared.

Roger smiled dreamily at Mark, and then suddenly blurted out. "Oh Mark, I forgot to tell you; I have AIDS."

Mark giggled at him as he played Musetta's Waltz again on his Fender guitar, whichjust magically came into his hands, and said, "It's okay, baby. So do I."

Roger grinned, as he fiddled with his camera one more time, which also magically appeared in his hands, and so the two of them had hot, steamy, celebratory sex all night long (even though it was still 10.00 in the morning).

The End!

Hope you liked it. Just a totally random little thing.