Mark and Roger had now been together for a whle of two months.
Their relationship was a secret, of course.
Now, as they sat on the couch in each other's arms, they had finally found bliss.
Roger, though, still mooned over Mimi. Mark couldn't deny she was a beauty. Nor could he argue with Roger about it, for he was still pining over Maureen.
But what they felt for the girls was in no measure to what they felt for each other.
Mark stirred in Roger's arms, sighing contently.
"Morning." Roger spoke, leaning in and kissing Mark's hair softly.
Mark wrapped his arm tighter around Roger's waist, moaning.
He looked up at Roger, smiling brightly.
"Hey, you." he spoke, his eyes shimmering.
Roger leaned in, kissing him gently on his lips.
"I have to pee." he stated after a moment's silence, glancing down at Mark, who's head lie on his chest.
Mark groaned.
"I really have to go." Roger continued on, chuckling.
Mark reluctantly pulled away from Roger, leaning back against the couch in exasperation.
Roger rolled his eyes, jogging off towards the bathroom, quietly shutting the door behind him.
Mark stood, stretching his arms out in front of him, glancing towards the door as there was a knock upon it.
"Mark Dean Cohen!" Maureen's shrill voice wailed through.
Mark blanched, almost falling back to the couch.
Maybe he could pretend he wasn't home...just maybe...
