Note: To the positive and super nice reviews from people, I decided to add more to this particular story. Enjoy!

Also, I plan to make this a mainly storyline chapter. I plan to make the third chapter much steamier, so don't be disappointed!

Annd please read the first chapter for this one to make sense :

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or Rent. That, of course is owned by The Larson Family, not poor little Slash Ramone

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Mark slowly opened his eyes from the dreary sleep. His dream... it had been truly amazing. Roger, his face, his lips, his cock...

But wait… had it been a dream? Mark honestly wasn't sure. The perfection had been astounding in it… he doubted it had happened. He looked over at Roger, where he was snoring lightly, facing directly to Mark. Behind him, Mark could see the clock blinking: 7:16-7:16

Suddenly it all came rushing band. The party, the blinking clock, the restlessness, his kiss, his dick… It had all been a reality.

Mark could hardly believe what had occurred... assuming of course it had. Which it had! It had to of. But what if it hadn't..?

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a steady beeping. He checked the pockets of his jeans on the floor. How could his AZT go off? He hadn't even had it…

Apparently, Mark wasn't the only one who had been surprised by the beep. He heard the snoring cease and Roger's eyes begin to flutter slightly. They opened suddenly, his green eyes instantly reigniting the passion within Mark.

So there they were, staring at each other, the night after, looking confused, but with a hint of passion in both their eyes. Mark checked the AZT. Must have gone off by accid-

"Hey," Roger said with a slight grin.

"Morning," Mark replied shakingly.

Mark got up and put on the jeans he had worn yesterday, but went to the box they called a closet for a shirt. As he was searching, Roger couldn't help but watch him. His back muscles, scarce as they were, were easy to tell on his pale skin. However, the vision was gone for Mark soon found a shirt, probably one of Roger's. They didn't keep track anymore.

Roger quickly looked away. He kept feeling some kind of tension… What had happened last night? The last thing he could remember was falling asleep after a night of partying with Collins, Maureen and Joanne. But Mark's eyes looked like something more had occurred.

Nonetheless, he got up, pulled on his jeans as Mark before him, and went to the box to search for a shirt as well. Mark tried desperately not to look back as he had seen Roger doing to him. He surprised himself by keeping the stamina to boil up a pot of coffee.

Roger sat down across from him, now fully clothed and his long hair a disheveled mess. "That was some crazy shit last night, man."

Mark looked at him. So it… hadn't been a dream? "Yeah, it was… I'm still confused about the whole mess though."

Roger looked puzzled. "Maureen and Joanne? You're still in denial over that, Marky? Come on, it's time to move on."

And Mark's heart was crushed again. Roger didn't remember… It couldn't have happened. Just an overimaginitive dream. Still… Mark couldn't help but figure out for sure.

"That wasn't the only thing that happened you know…"

Roger looked confused for a moment, and then it dawned him. The 4 AM wakeup, the kiss, the-

The kiss… and what a kiss it had been. But... it was Mark. Roger had kissed Mark? And been jacked off by him? This was just to fucked up…

"Yeah, I don't think it was either."

Mark turned around. The coffee was boiling far past what it should be. He quickly took it off and let it cool off for a minute or two. The cold New York mornings wouldn't take to long.

"So… we did make out, right?"

Mark stared at Roger for the sudden outburst. Then he laughed, a huge laugh, at the entire situation and how awkward it was. Roger couldn't help but laugh either. They laughed together, feeling the weight of the world off their shoulders.

Finally it was out of his system and Mark lay down on the couch, still laughing slightly. Roger came over to him, and to Mark's surprise, lay right beside him.

"You're Beautiful."

Roger simply stared at Mark. He had no idea what to make of it. So he returned the favor from last night. He kissed Mark, passionately, with no bounds in mind.

Mark was suddenly overtaken with an ecstasy he couldn't describe. Roger's kiss was so empowering, dominant, and it turned him on like mad. He felt his tongue venturing into Roger's mouth, again, searching as he had the night before.

Again, Mark found himself slipping his hand into Roger's pants, groaning slightly, teasing the elastic band in his boxers, reaching deep for the prize inside…

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" said a voice, halfway between surprise and hysterical laughter.

Roger felt the hand move quicker from his pants faster than he thought possible. He looked up past Mark. How had Mark got on top of hi- That's not important now! Standing right above the couch, with a look of amusement on her face was the one and only Maureen Johnson.

"Markyyy boy! Now I see why I could never make you moan like that! You wanted another dick all along!" She laughed, amazed by her own powers of humor.

Mark turned his head around, knowing that she was there. He got up off of Roger, fast, almost as though he could turn back the events. He smiled innocently. "Hey Maureen."

Maureen surveyed Mark, then Roger, then Mark and Roger, and just laughed fully. "Oh my fucking GOD this is great!"

"Maureen, it's really not what it looks li-"

"The hell it isn't! Looks like you and Roger share a bit more than a loft, eh Marky?"

Roger smiled, clearly finding as much humor in the situation as Maureen. "Ah well. Looks like Maureen got us, Mark." At this, Mark stared, his eyes widening, having no idea where Roger was going with this.

"Maureen! Mark and I are a great big gay sex machine!"

At this Maureen could hardly control herself. She fell on the floor laughing, and Roger soon joined in with her. Mark stormed off, knowing neither of them would take this seriously. He checked the coffee… cold as ice.

Fucking great.

He sighed, put the coffee back down and went to grab something to eat. He checked the cabinets. Empty. Pantry? Empty. Great. Just Great.

He walked back over to Maureen and Roger, expecting more hysterical laughter. However, they seemed to have calmed down quite a bit. She looked over at Mark, then at Roger again. "So What.. you guys are a pair now?"

Mark looked at Roger. Roger looked at Mark. Maureen just kind of looked at everything. She tends to do that.

"Yeah, Maureen, I'd say we are."

Mark looked over at Roger. He was so bold, so daring, just declaring it. And why not? Clearly, Mark was in love with Roger as he always had been. Did Roger feel the same way? Mark could only hope…

"Awww shit guys! Now everyone's a fag in our whole group!"

Mark and Roger laughed. Then they looked at each other, only passion in their eyes.

"Hey Maureen?"

"Yeah, Marky, lover boy, sex machine?"

"Get out. Now."

He smiled at her. His intentions were clear.

"Ohh. I get it. Gonna trade some hot dickings eh? Well fill me in later, Marky." She winked at him and was out the door.

Mark shut it and looked over at Roger. His passion for him was now exhilarating.

"An item, huh?"

"Yeah… I figured we might as well." Roger smiled, an erotic smile, sending every inch of Mark's body into ecstasy. He ran over to the couch and fell on top of Roger, kissing him passionately with every fiber of his being.

"Oh yeah, sex machine? Show me what you're made of"

Afternote: Ok! I have officially decided this whole storyline will be 5 chapters. The next chapter is essentially where I get a bit dirty and Roger and Mark fuck like there's no tomorrow. So be prepared! I plan on working on the next chapter soon, and it will be here for you within the next week at least!

Love always,

Slash\