A/N: Hello everyone. Here is the next chapter, and I hope you like it. Sorry it took so long to update, but lately I just haven't had the knack for writing. But…I bring it to you after my phase of writer's block has ended. Happy Birthday to Rosario Dawson also! Yay!

Disclaimer: Jonathan Larson's.

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Mark's POV

"God, that day was exhausting." Roger jumps into his bed, the metal springs bouncing him lightly up and down. He lays down spread eagle, exhaling heavily and allowing his dirty blond hair to sprawl across the mattress. I can't help but stare at him as his breaths calm, his quiet moans of fatigue floating through my ears. My head leans against the wooden doorframe, and I fight to keep my eyes open. I guess I'm more wiped than I thought.

"More like that entire night and day." I laugh, standing awkwardly in the doorway. I don't know if Roger wants me to join him or not, but for now I'm staying here.

"I'm sorry about Carrie." His voice is soft and loving, as he remains lying across the bed, now staring wide-eyed at the ceiling above him.

"Don't be sorry. Don't even begin with that again." I move slowly inside his room towards him, as he completely sits up and leans against the wall beside his bed. His hands rest gently on his lap, fingers fiddling, lifting and dropping nervously.

"I know. I'm sorry. Sorry." He buries his face in his hands, and now I know that I have to sit beside him. Watching Roger upset without being able to comfort is like torture.

"Shhh…" My body slowly creeps next to him, and I place my hand on his back, rubbing carefully up and down. This whole situation is very reminiscent of last night, making Roger feel better after Carrie's huge, drunken explosion. I wonder if I'll have to comfort him a lot. I guess I don't mind, just as long as he's there for me too. "Don't be sorry either. I know that it's hard to suddenly lose such a…"

"Mark. Let's not talk about Carrie. I shouldn't have brought her up." He nods reassuringly, and a part of me wants to smile in relief. Am I actually happy about this whole thing? Am I glad Carrie isn't here for Roger just so that I can take her place? I couldn't be jealous, I'm fine with Katie, and now that Roger and I are together I have no reason to be. Do I? "I'm too tired to talk about Carrie." He finishes, staring deeply into my eyes, as if trying to think of how to touch me first.

"All right." I'm a few seconds behind, having been captured in his beauty. I can't believe this boy is with me. Looking at him just makes me feel horrible that he has to look at me. "Why…why would you?" I don't finish my thought, and instead become aggravated at my confusion. Roger doesn't know what the hell is going on, yet he's still able to pull me into his body when he knows I'm frustrated.

"What's wrong?" He whispers in my ear, running his hand lightly through my hair and massaging my neck with the tips of his fingers.

"Nothing…nothing. It's not important." I shrug, bringing my legs underneath my body, sitting carefully on them. Roger does the same across from me, loosening himself from my unsure grip and letting a sad smirk play on his lips.

"You sure?" I notice him swinging his head lightly to catch my gaze, which has now fallen on my clothed knees, making a mental note that I should probably change my dirtied shirt and pants as soon as possible. Not that I mind being able to smell Roger on me, it's actually the nicest cologne I could have ever asked for. But I have a feeling if I don't change soon, and take a shower for that matter, I might start to feel a little like a hobo.

"Yea…I…I don't really think I should get into the whole thing. It's…" My heavy breaths begin to take over my words, transforming into low moans of want, as Roger's hand strokes lightly over my cheek, down my jaw and neck, and finally lands against my heart. Goose bumps have now spread every place they could possibly arrive, and all that's left is Roger and I.

"You're so…" He whispers, keeping his distance, but letting his hand roam freely over my body. He's careful not to touch any obviously sensitive areas, knowing that it's too soon. Or at least for now.

"I'm so…what?" I squeak out, breathy and needing. I don't allow my fingers to make contact with him yet, I have to restrain. I don't want to ruin the pleasure that's coming with these moments. Just…hold out longer…oh Jesus it feels so good. Only the tips of his fingers are running over my skin…no not even my skin. It's just over my clothes. Over the fabric, he can still make me shiver. He can still have this great of an affect on me. Just by…skimming over me.

"You're so…" His hand moves back up to my face, cupping my cheek and forcing me to re-focus my gaze onto his stare. But once I realize how fucking perfect his green eyes are sparkling in the setting sun, I would rather look at them than anything else in the world. "…beautiful." He finishes, sighing gracefully and prompting a deep blush to dig into my cheeks. He thinks I'm beautiful? No one has ever described me using that word before. Jewish. Scrawny. Pale. Little. Tiny. Nerdy. But never beautiful. Nothing even close.

"Me?" I furrow my brow, hearing Roger chuckle gently. A noise that sends a chill up my spine. It's almost as if I can get off listening to his voice. Am I that easy?

"Yes you. Who else would I be talking so fondly of? Ya know, with the fifty other hot guys in my room." A wide smile spreads his thin pink lips across his pearly white teeth, and I drift into a daze of admiration.

"Hot? Now I'm hot and beautiful?" I grasp his hand in mine at last, loving the feel of his skin against mine as I lace our fingers together. His head tips back in confusion, before he leans forward to press his lips to my cheek.

"Of course." He reassures me, fisting my shirt at my chest and pulling me towards him. I don't object, but instead close my eyes expectantly, awaiting the soft and kind feel of his lips sliding over mine.

"Roger…are you hommmm…oh!" A bleach blonde woman breaks in, quickly covering her eyes with her bony hand then making her way right back out.

"Mom!" Roger screeches, a nervous smile covering his lips, as he pulls hastily away from my shaking body. I don't exactly know if I'm shaking from the kiss, or the break in. Shit. Roger's mom…what a nice first impression. "Sorry Mark." He apologizes once he realizes he's just pushed me away, and I shake my head lightly before gazing at the door. Roger lifts off the bed, following my stare to the door, and opens it hesitantly.

After a brief and mumbled conversation, Roger turns to look over his shoulder, slipping me a quick wink and smile. The door opens wide enough for me to see his mother's clenched jaw, sending my stomach into a fit of butterflies. Shit shit. What if she calls my mom?

"Mom, this is Mark. Mark this is my mom. Sorry about…" Roger turns back to me, after introducing his mother to me, and I stop him before he can finish.

"Naw, it's all right. I figured…it's fine." I smile, trying my hardest to replace the image in his mother's head of her son kissing another boy. Roger smirks, embarrassed, and faces his mother.

"Mom…Mark and I are going out." He sighs, and she nods stiffly.

"It's nice to meet you Mark." She slides slowly over to the bed, but not before ruffling my hair between her skinny fingers. Oddly enough she looks more like she could be my mother than Roger's. Although she's quite tall, her bright blonde hair bares a slight resemblance to mine. After she takes a seat next to me, I look over to Roger, and notice a small look of accomplishment on his face. I guess he's glad that his mother is warming up to me.

"Thanks for having me over. Your house is really…beautiful." My stomach flutters once again, and I hear an almost inaudible snicker come from Roger.

"Well you're welcome anytime. Roger doesn't have a lot of friends…over." She clears her throat at her last words, and I know that it must be slightly awkward for her to accept Roger having a boyfriend so quickly. But she's being more than kind. "It's nice to know that he's chosen such a polite boy." Another smile graces her face, and in the twinkle of her green eyes, I see Roger shining back at me.

"Roger's lucky to have such a nice mother." I kiss ass even more, even though I am telling the absolute truth. Any kind of compliment will help after what she just witnessed. The funny thing is, if my mother had seen us doing the same thing, Roger would be gone by now. I guess that's the difference between Roger and I. Well, that and that he's a fucking knockout.

"Anyways…" She mumbles, turning her attention to Roger as he rocks slowly on his heels, his muscular arms wrapped around his chest. "Your father called, and invited us to dinner with his new 'fiancé'." Her hands sign quotes in the air, and I can't help but let a small giggle escape my lips. I can tell she's not too excited at the prospect that Roger's father is getting re-married. Then again…I don't even know if Roger's parents were married. Hell, this is the first time I have ever heard anything about his mom. "I said you would go. And there is no canceling. You are going." Her eyebrows raise, convincing him that she is serious.

"Fine." He scoffs, sitting on the other side of me. "But can Mark come?" He poses the questions before even consulting me, and I accidentally gasp at the surprise. I feel his fingers intertwine with mine, comforting me somewhat, but I'm still not sure I want to go on a dinner date with his parents. For Jesus sakes it's only been a few days.

"Uhh…if you want Mark. I guess I don't care. We're meeting his gal-pal, why can't he meet yours?" Her laugh rips through the room, followed by Roger's brief chuckle, one that he retracts when he sees a blush roar across my face. "I'm just kidding Mark. So far you seem pretty adorable to me." Oh great. The red blush burns the skin of my cheeks, leaving me almost breathless. It's not until Roger leans over to brush his lips against my temple that I am truly calmed down.

"Mom can we…" Roger hints, nudging his head towards the door in an obvious attempt for some alone time.

"Oh, right. I'll leave you two boys alone. You're probably wiped after that party last night. Sleep well my darlings." She giggles before shutting the door behind her, leaving just Roger and I on the bed.

"Sorry bout her. She's a little quirky in her own way. She seemed to like you though…after I told her we were a couple. You should have seen the bugged out look on her face. But…she accepted it after a few seconds." I sigh with a laugh at his blatant explanation.

"She seemed really nice. I'm glad someone knows other than hormonal teenage girls." My hand slips subconsciously to his thigh, my fingertips circling gently.

"Hah, yea. Should we…sleep?" He squints his eyes with the question, and I nod in agreement before leaning back against his pillow. Surprisingly he doesn't join me, but instead kicks off shoes and whips off his leather belt. I watch him with care, desperately hoping that he won't slip out of his pants. I don't know if I could sleep next to Roger, knowing that he's near nudity. However, to my contentment, he removes his shirt instead, modeling his ripped muscles, slightly shaped but natural. He looks as though his arms have outgrown his chest, biceps much larger than his pecks.

"Uhh…you know it's only six right?" I stumble over words, a little shaken by the sight of Roger's naked torso staring back at me.

"Yea. I thought you wanted to…sleep…" He looks down at me, moving to stand next to the bed and lying a hand against my cheek. My eyes shut in comfort, and I press my palm against his hand.

"I do. I'm so…tired. But…" Without warning he climbs on top of me, colliding lips, hands and bodies all at once. The feeling of his naked skin reminds me that I am still partially in a suit, a fact hat I will have to remember for later. I can't stop him now just to take off my uncomfortable clothing.

"Is this what you had in mind?" He sighs into my mouth, hot breath mixing, until seconds later we are connected again. His tongue lashes through my lips, barely asking for entrance, but breaking through anyway. Our teeth clash, causing only a twinge of pain that's quickly replaced with a moan of pleasure. It feels so good to have his lips moving over mine, his warm tongue sliding through my mouth, plunging into the depths of my throat. My hands roam, down his sides, squeezing gently on his biceps, just because of the curiosity, then land at his hips. His bones shift slowly as he grinds against me, breaking from my mouth to take a strangled breath before returning. Seconds later however, he moves further, his hands coming off my face and gluing themselves to my hips as well. Before I know it I'm flipped on top of him, turned upside down with no control, but I don't mind. He grips cautiously on my ass, letting me know I can break away at any moment. But I have no intention.

"Rog…" I sigh, my fingers trailing around the rim of his boxers to reach his stomach. I'm tempted to dig down the front of them, throwing all of my inhibitions to the wind, but I'm way too nervous. Before I even have the chance, Roger separates our desperate mouths.

"Mark…" He presses our foreheads together, before carefully rolling over on his side to let me climb off of him. "It's too soon to go…that far. Plus…you're only a freshman Mark." Great. Another reason to hate being a freshman. I'm denied sex. By the only person I really want it from.

"I know…I'm sorry. I wasn't going to anyway…" I murmur, noticing that the sun has permanently set, leaving darkness in its absence. Roger looks even more ravishing in the moonlight, the glow outlining his long blond hair and fine-tuned muscles.

"We're both tired. I don't know if it would be the best idea even if we were ready…" He cups my cheek, pulling me into his body and leaning his head back against the pillow. I follow him the whole way. "We will get there…eventually." He whispers against my cheek, kissing my forehead softly and exhaling deeply. And I know we will.

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Notes: Sorry again for such a long gap in the updating, I hope you liked the new chapter! Was Roger's mommy all right? I tried to make her as nice as I could, and as different as possible. Review? Huh? You'd make my life! And I'll love you forever! XD Thanks!