It was Christmas Eve in New York and the snow was falling softly. Some homeless people sang songs on the street, startling passers-by with their anger and lovely harmonies. Across the street in the top floor of an old industrial building, two young men were sharing in an awkward sexual tension they both pretended didn't exist.

"Roger?" mark asked his roommate.

"Uhuh," roger replied

"Roger… about last night…"

"I don't want to talk about it!" the rock-god snapped angrily. Mark new the anger was not anger, but vulnerability and sadness 

And a bit of sexiness.

It just breathed 'dominate me!' you know?

Anyway, mark looked really sad, and he was pouting and he cheeks were kinda rosy from the cold.

"Roger, I…" mark whispered, trying to get roger to look at him.

"MARK! I'M SORRY WE HAD SEXERS COS I HAVE A DISEASE AND I WOULD FEEL REALLY BAD IF YOU GOT SICK TOO BECAUSE… because…" roger drifted off.

Mark was stunned by Roger's sudden outburst, so much so that he had to re-arrange his glasses (cutely). Roger was so venerable and sexy at the moment. It took all mark's will not to pounce.

"What is it roger?" mark began to cry

"It's just…" roger choked.

Mark looked at him imploringly.

"I love you." Roger spat and began to cry.

"It's okay roger! I love you too! We can use condoms and I won't die!" mark slid a condom on Roger's manhood, "See? Not dead, honey!"

Roger wiped his nose and sniffed. "Really?"

"Yes."

"So we can fuck like normal now?"

"Oh yes."

Then they did it, again!