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Mark's POV

Roger's eyes open and close gently as he tries to stay awake. His head rests against my chest as we sit on the couch in my basement staring blankly at the television. Reruns of Happy Days and Leave it to Beaver have gotten old fast, and even I find it tempting to fall asleep with Roger here on the couch. Instead, I keep myself awake by tracing figure eights on his hip.

This is the first time I've ever had Roger over to my house, and its odd how casual and calm it all is. Even though my mother made it quite awkward at first, forcing Roger through a series of questions and embarrassing comments, once we disappeared to the basement we were finally in safe territory. And now we are risking anyone finding us in this compromising position. Of course I could simply say that roger fell asleep that way, a part of me just wants to tell the truth. Roger told his parents, so why can't I? The way I feel about Roger makes me want to tell everyone in the world.

A yawn catches my mouth, my chest expanding uncomfortably beneath the other boy. He fidgets a bit before completely sitting up, prompting a loud groan to spur from my mouth.

" What are you doing?" I ask, shifting a little and running my tired hand down Roger's arm.

"Nothin', just getting more comfortable." He smirks wearily before lying back down, this time grasping my hand and pressing his mouth to my fingers. I let a small moan escape, and earn a sexy smile from Roger in return. These are the kinds of things that wipe away all worry of someone catching us together.

"Are you comfortable now?" I press a kiss to the top of his head, breathing in his smell and feeling his sandy blond hair tickling my nose.

"Definitely." He answers quietly, setting down our tangled hands on top of his stomach. At the risk of falling asleep again, I decide to start a conversation.

"You know, I haven't seen Katie in a while." I bury my face in his hair again, finding that I'm partial to the smell of his hair products combined with a faint musk of cigarette smoke. I hate that Roger smokes, but I've come to be familiar with the taste and smell of tobacco. He insists that he doesn't do it that often, but it's the one thing I feel I would change about him if I could.

"Yea well…ever since I set her up with Johnny she has vanished from all other society." He reaches for my arms, wrapping them around himself softly and letting go of my hand.

"Johnny?"

"This guy I write songs with sometimes. We've been talking about getting a band together someday since he's a bass player and I play guitar and sing. I've known him for years." A spark jolts through my stomach, and suddenly my eyes are wide open.

"Oh. Cool." I mumble, moving my leg to hang off the edge of the couch, threatening to get up completely.

"Mark, are you jealous?" Roger turns so we are facing each other, pressing our stomachs together. I can feel myself shake lightly at the prospect that I actually am jealous.

"What? No." My eyes gaze towards the television again, seeing Roger smiling out of the corner of my eye.

"Mark. I set him up with Katie. They're dating. She insists they're madly in love even though it's been three weeks. I don't think you have anything to worry about." He leans his chin against my chest, sighing as I keep my eyes glued to the television. I don't really care about Katie and Johnny's relationship. "Plus, I'm in love with someone must smarter and funnier…" His lips connect with mine, finally bringing my attention back to his eyes. "…and sexier." His last comment forces me to scoff. Me? Sexy? I think he's confusing me with himself. Another kiss.

"Well this Johnny has gotta be one ugly guy." Another kiss.

"Nah, he's fucking hot." He reaches to touch my lips again when I turn, allowing him to only make contact with my cheek. The pain in my stomach is quickly returning. "Mark. I'm kidding. You know you are the only guy I'd ever want." I tip towards him for a deeper kiss, opening my mouth against his and letting our breath mingle. My fingers dig deeply into his scalp, pushing his mouth closer and closer to mine. With this opportunity, Roger's tongue sneaks past my lips, finding mine immediately. They wrap around each other slowly, joining then separating, hugging then splitting. To my surprise, I don't taste cigarettes, but instead, just Roger.

I feel his breathing become heavier as his fingers tickle my ribs, moving lower to hold my hip tightly. My hands struggle to grip anything of Roger's, my skin crawling, my breath straining, feeling that the boy on top of me does not have enough places to explore. My tongue could search his mouth for days on end. But before my trip through the depth of Roger's mouth is over, I feel a sharp claw dig into my shin.

"Ow! Shit!" I wince loudly, covering my mouth seconds later and hoping desperately that my mother didn't hear me. Roger looks up at me, disappointed and worried. Instead of offering an immediate explanation, I move my head around Roger's to get a good view of the thing crawling across my leg. As expected, I see my cat making it's way up Roger's thigh to say hello.

"What the fuck?" Roger whips his head around, unwittingly bumping noses with the bony, golden cat. "A cat! You have a cat?" He asks, petting the feline's head gently and scratching at its neck.

"Yea. We got her a few months ago. My sister wanted a dog but my dad is allergic. My mom brought Lucy home one day and my sister refused to own a cat. She said something about them being boring or some shit. So she's kind of become mine." Lucy licks Roger's face a few times, and I watch as he nuzzles into her neck. He's so sweet with her, so cautious and loving, I wonder if he could look anymore adorable than he does at this moment.

"I like her. Lucy's a good name. Did you name her?" I consider lying, just to accept a compliment.

"No, Cindy did. That's what she wanted to name the dog. It took her awhile to forgive me when I stick it on the cat. She might still be a little bitter." Roger laughs loudly, his hands running slowly up and down Lucy, admiring her silky soft, golden brown hair. Apparently she's had enough however, as she springs to the floor seconds later. I guess the cat doesn't appreciate backrubs from Roger just as much as I do.

"Anyways…" Roger sighs, pecking my lips then resting his chin back on my chest. "Should I call Katie? Ask her if she wants to do something?" His eyes close, and I decide to show that I'm not jealous in the slightest. Then again, I might just be bringing chaos on myself. That's a risk I'll just have to take. I wrap my arms around his body, laying my hands on the small of his back.

"Yea. Tell her to bring Johnny too. It'll be a double date sort of deal." He seems a bit shocked, raising his eyebrows and shaking his head lightly.

"Okay. If you want." I nod and he leans forward, exhibiting a frown the entire way. He takes my bottom lip in his mouth, biting lightly and letting me feel the stubble on his top lip. We break with a small smack, and I'm tempted to wipe my shining saliva away from the edges of his mouth. "I should probably get going. My mom wants me home earlier tonight." He lifts a finger to my chin, rubbing his thumb over it softly.

"Why? It's Friday night. I was hoping maybe you could sleep here tonight since I'm always staying at your house. I feel like your mom is getting annoyed with me." I run my hand through his hair, kneading through the gelled knots and dried hairspray.

"What? She's not annoyed with you. She loves having company. It's just I was out till four last Friday at a club. I came home a little drunk and she was mad. You're lucky she likes you, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to come over." He gets up off of me, carefully maneuvering his legs so he doesn't knee me in the crotch. I stay lying down, a little peeved at the fact that Roger was partying. Most likely with girls. Not that I mind he was partying without me, I'm not much for the dancing scene, especially when I would probably be forced to sit alone in a booth in the corner as Roger rubbed against some half naked whore all night long. Then I'd get the excuse that it meant nothing, that's just the way everyone dances nowadays. I'd rather not witness it altogether.

"All right. But…who did you go out with Friday?" I try to make myself seem calm, pulling my arm behind my head and resting my other palm to my stomach. Roger searches for his jacket on the messy basement floor, throwing junk all over to see if it's hidden beneath Cindy's make-up or a laundry basket. All of this shit is proof that the basement is the one territory in the house my mother hasn't obsessively cleaned since we've moved in.

Cindy and I have been known to make obscene messes down here, most of which my mother completely ignores when it comes time to vacuum and duct every inch of the house. The basement is our teenager's haven. Cindy has parties down here, giggly sleepovers and unfortunately to my knowledge, some rather loud sexual encounters on evenings my parents are away and I'm upstairs doing homework at the kitchen table. I never thought I'd have the chance to get her back for all those uncomfortable noises, but now I may be the one using the basement when my parents are away.

Roger finally finds his coat, slipping it over his shoulders. He smiles warmly, trying to ignore my question. Now I'm getting really worried.

"Was it Carrie?" I've already assumed it was her, considering she is the only person Roger would avoid mentioning.

"Hm?"

"Carrie. Was she the one you were out with?" He stands above me, gazing down with his big green eyes. I know he's trying to wipe away any anger that might surface in me. That along with jealousy and confusion. A little voice in my head always asks why Roger is still friends with someone who doesn't like me. But she had him before me, a thought that forces that little voice out of my head.

"Oh…yeah. We just kinda sat at a table and talked. And her friend Vicki brought alcohol, so I drank and…anyway. I won't get drunk again. The massive hangover was definitely not worth it." A smile graces his fatigued face. "That and not being able to stay over at my boyfriend's house on a Friday night." He finally leans down to meet my lips quickly, but I pull on his collar and deepen the kiss. He lets out a surprised moan, before returning the kiss.

His hand cups my right cheek, his thumb stroking as his teeth cling to my lip. Just as he sinks into my mouth, I separate from him, pushing lightly between his pecks with the tips of my fingers. It's hard not to groan when we break, but instead a smug grin covers my mouth.

"I'll see you then." I whisper, my hot breath touching his flushed cheek. He sighs with a chuckle, and I see how much he wants to continue the kiss. Wherever it would have led. I'm actually surprised that I was strong enough to push him away. I guess these months of being refused anything more than a make-out session has allowed me to repress all of my weaknesses.

"Yea…see you." He straightens out, heading towards the stairs, when suddenly he catches himself, pressing his palm to the doorframe. "Would tomorrow be all right to do something with Katie and Johnny?" His voice is deep and throaty, causing a slight twinge of pleasure to coarse through my stomach. Damn. There goes all of the power I just gained.

"Uhh…yep. Yea, I'm sure that will work. Pick me up?" I roll off of the couch, moving closer to Roger who has abandoned his quest for the stairs.

"Sure. I'll call you about the details. And if they can't come, then we could just hang out. I can't get enough of that." He throws his arms around my waist once he reaches my body, sighing as if we've been parted forever. It makes me feel safe, that I know I don't love him more than he loves me. I don't feel awkward around him, uncomfortable, or forced. I can be myself. That's rare.

"Mmkay." I whisper into his mouth, as he presses it against mine.

"I blame alcohol for me having to leave you." He smirks, holding my gaze while rubbing our noses lightly together.

"I blame peer pressure."

"Now you just sound like an after-school special." He chuckles softly, gripping tighter so I can't squirm away.

"Thanks."

"Till tomorrow, Marky." He leans forward again for a kiss, but instead smiles arrogantly and trots up the steps. Damn him. Why do I want him so much?

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