Eight. This is my first attempt EVER at writing anything like this, so please, be easy on me.
Thank you to my reviewers! I love fluffy stuff, it made me all warm inside. Hehe. Thanks to seasonsofrent for reviewing so many times in one day.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Warning: Slash. Sexual content.
After RENT: Our Story
Chapter Eight: Loving You
ROGER'S POV
I've had the best month in my life. Mark is amazing. Everything I always wanted, I have. Every night in each other's arms, lunch, the movies or a walk in the park, snuggling on the couch. Every single day.
I lost count how many time we've almost taken the final step. But we can't, because I keep forgetting to buy condoms. I won't let Mark suffer cause of my mistakes. He's too good for that. But it really is getting too hard to resist him. Sighing, I look down at him, his blond hair in a mess, head on my chest, arms around my stomach, a small smile on his face.
I decide that while I'm remembering the condoms, I carefully unwrap his arms from my stomach and pull on some clothes. I leave a note telling him I went to the store, grab the keys and leave the loft. At the store I grab condoms, tea, and other little stuff we need around the loft. The chick at the counter gives me this look when she sees the condoms, before asking me for my autograph. I smile happily and sign a piece of paper she gives me. It's still weird seeing people look at you everywhere you go, but I like it.
When I get back to the loft Mark is awake. "Morning." I wrap my arm around his waist and kiss him lovingly.
"Morning." He giggles. "What'd ya buy?" I unpack the bag and he smiles slightly. "About time you bought these." He laughs, picking up the condom package.
"That's what I figured." We laugh again and I hug him. "I love you, Mark."
"I love you too. What do you want do today?"
"I know what I wanna do tonight." He blushes and I kiss his temple. "When you're ready." He presses his lips to mine, his arms winding around my neck.
"I'm ready." I smile against his lips.
"I'll make a nice dinner tonight, k?" He nods and kisses me again.
LATER
"I will never get over the fact that you can cook." He says cleaning up the table. I had cooked some lasagna, made two salads, opened some wine. I lit candles and we used our nice silverware and plates (a present from my agent when we won some award last year).
"You're just jealous." I kiss him on the neck and wrap my arms around him, pulling his body to mine.
"The dishes." He gasps when I push against him hard and my hand touches him. "Roger!"
"We'll finish them in the morning." He nods slowly and I kiss his neck, my hand on his growing erection. He turns around and kisses my lips. I take his hand and lead him to my bedroom, lips still locked together.
I lift his shirt over his head and kiss down his neck onto his shoulders. He unbuttons my shirt and runs his hands along my shoulders, under the shirt and I let it fall off. His hands are trembling and I kiss each of his fingers.
"What's wrong?" I whisper.
"Just nervous." He whispers back.
"So am I. Don't worry, I won't hurt you." He smiles and looks at me.
"I trust you." I smile and press our lips together, unzipping his pants. He steps out of them and pulls me to the bed. He lies down and I lower myself on top of him carefully. He unzips my jeans and pulls them off of me.
He writhes under me and I push against him, holding him still temporarily. "Roger." He gasps. I grab a condom and kiss him.
"Are you sure, Mark?" He nods and wraps his legs around my waist.
"Please." I don't need telling twice. I get situated, pushed against his opening.
"It'll hurt."
"I know." I kiss him slowly, and push myself inside. He whimpers softly and I stop. "I'm fine. Don't stop." I nod and kiss his forehead, pushing in farther. I pause when he whimpers to make sure he's okay. Once fully inside and I know that he's okay, I start a slow rhythm.
"You okay?" He nods, breathing hard as our rhythm increases. His hands run over my back, up and down my sides, through my hair as his lips touch my face and neck. His breathing increases before he cries out my name as he comes in my hand. I come inside of him several seconds later and collapse against his heaving chest. He kisses my forehead, brushing my hair back.
"Are you alright?" I nod slowly.
"Never better." He smiles and kisses me, our breathing slowly returning to normal. "I have wanted to do that with you for years." I lay next to him and he turns on his side.
"I love you, Roger."
"I love you too." He snuggles closer after I throw the condom away and falls asleep. I stay awake and hold him, watching him sleep. He's cute when he sleeps, a small smile on his lips. I count his breaths, measure the seconds between the gentle rise and fall of his chest.
I wake up around eight to the smell of food. "Morning." I sit up groggily as Mark comes in the room and kisses me lovingly.
"Hi baby." He climbs in bed and rests his head on my shoulder. "Breakfast ready yet?"
"Yeah. Last night was wonderful." I smile.
"No regrets?"
"No regrets."
"Good." I quickly turn us over so he's pinned under me.
"What?" He laughs, squirming against me.
"Want another go?" I bite his earlobe softly and he moans.
"Roger, no. The...breakfast."
"We can eat it later." I kiss him as we push against one another. I run my hands down his sides and slip my fingertips inside his boxers. He hands me a condom and then I slip his boxers off. I put the condom on before entering him. He nods and I start moving, harder and faster than last night. He groans with each thrust, our kisses are quick and our hands roam over the other's body, desperate for the feel of skin. We cry out each other's names when we come and collapse, exhausted.
We lie still, breathing in sync. I kiss his sweaty forehead and he smiles up at me. "I love you."
"I love you too, Mark."
"We're gonna have to warm the food up." I laugh.
"Do you want go eat?"
"Later. I'm too comfy." I smile and kiss him.
"I agree." I rest my head on his chest and he runs a hand through my hair.
"Ach! You're all sweaty!" He laughs, wiping his hand on the coverlet.
"So are you." He pushes me off and I withdraw from him carefully and sit back, pulling him up to me. He wraps his arms around my neck and I hold him against me. "I really, really love you. I don't think I'll be able to say that enough."
"I know. I really, really love you too." He kisses me and slides off the bed, pulling his boxers on. I throw the condom away and slip my pajama pants on. He slips his hand into mine and pulls me into the kitchen where breakfast sits cold on the table. We warm it up and sit at the table.
"It isn't bad." I tell him.
"It's not as good as last night's dinner. Besides it'd be better after I first cooked it." He teases.
"What you didn't like that?" He laughs and I kiss his hand. "I guess you did the dishes?" He nods.
"You cooked, so I did dish duty."
"I suppose I have dish duty next."
"Yep!" He smiles triumphantly and kisses my jaw. "Wanna do anything today?"
"Just stay home with you."
"That sounds wonderful to me." I clean Mark's huge mess in the kitchen, then we snuggle on the couch for the rest of the day.
