"That I love you! That, even when I was with Maureen, I was with you. That I want more than friendship! That I'm tired of the shit that goes on between us, the shit that leads to nowhere! That I have always loved you!"
Roger's face remained calm, but his eyes showed confusion.
Mark blushed, pushing from the wall as Roger pulled his arm away.
"That is why I couldn't tell you! The look in your eyes...I never wanted to face that. I don't want to now." Mark said curtly, his eyes blinking rapidly.
Roger remained silent.
"And the silence I always feared...the reasons I never told you...the reasons lie in the response." Mark continued with a sniffle.
"The want. The want for you to hold me like you did April, do Mimi. The want for the love you've shared with them...I let it overcome me. That's why I let Maureen do what she does. That's why I take that risk. She provides comfort. She provides a reason to forget that I love you." he went on, shrugging his shoulders listlessly.
"I should go." he announced, walking past.
Two steps in, he heard Roger call out his name.
He turned around and found Roger walking towards him.
He was shocked when Roger reached out, pulling him into his grasp, wrapping his arms around Mark's waist, resting his head on Mark's shoulder.
"Don't. Don't go to Maureen. Please." he whispered into Mark's ear.
Mark relaxed, wrapping his arms around Roger, running his hands gently on the musician's back.
He pulled back a little, looking into Roger's eyes.
"I've always loved you." he whispered.
Roger smiled shyly.
"I've always loved you." he repeated, leaning in and kissing Mark softly.
Mark succombed, pulling Roger closer.
As the kiss became heated, the two pulled away, both blushing crimson, it more obvious upon Mark's pale features.
"That took us way too long to come into." Roger whispered, recieving a small chuckle in reply from Mark.
"Where does this leave us?" Mark questioned, running his hand down to Roger's right, taking it into his.
Roger glanced briefly at the hand, squeezing it tightly.
"I don't know." he replied hoarsely.
Mark smiled.
"Let's just let Fate lead us to that answer." he suggested.
Roger nodded, licking at his lips.
"C'mon. Let's go back to the loft." he offered, wrapping his arm around Mark's waist, leading him away.
"You do know I'm going to have to eventually go soundcheck Maureen." Mark's voice wavered through the air, followed by Roger's gorgeous laugh.
"We'll see about that."
WILL THERE BE A SEQUEL? WE'LL SEE BASED UPON REVIEWS...