Disclaimer: I don't own Rent. Jonathon Larson has that lovely privilege. I don't own Adam Pascal or Anthony Rapp either. I wish I did.
Welcome to the Dirty Sex chapter.
-Slash
"Oh yeah, sex machine? Show me what you're made of"
Roger closed his eyes and Mark's lips touched his passionately. He could feel his tongue, again searching for something deeper, hidden inside Roger's rough lips.
With his lips still planted firmly on Roger's, Mark began to work his hand down towards Roger's jeans. He grabbed his bulge through the denim, feeling him and causing Roger to groan through the kiss.
Mark's tongue licked Roger's lips suddenly and he pulled away. Roger opened his eyes to see Mark smiling down at him. His inhibitions were lost, passion ignited faster than either of them could imagine.
Mark moved his hand for only a moment to stroke Roger's face. "I love you, Roger. So much."
"I love you more."
Roger's grin… how could Mark resist it?
Mark looked down at Roger's pants, where his bulge was beginning to become quite noticeable. He looked up at Roger, smiling brightly.
"All for me?"
"And no one else."
Mark unbuttoned his jeans, and slid them off. Is this to fast? At some point, Roger's shoes had come off. Mark didn't care. He wanted everything off of Roger as quickly as possible.
Through his boxers, Mark could see Roger's cock sticking straight up. He grabbed the elastic, breathing slowly as he looked up at Roger. Roger was staring down at him, and he smiled brightly at seeing Mark again.
But Mark only gave his devilish smile again and tore off Roger's boxers to reveal what that line of hair in Mark's dreams had only hinted to. There was Roger's cock, the one Mark had been blind to when he reached into Roger's pants despite that dark night.
Mark didn't know what to do. So he did the only thing he could think of. He sucked it.
Mark had always been told by Angel that a cock felt glorious when in your mouth. But Mark couldn't even begin to muster the feeling he got the second his lips touched Roger. He stayed there for a moment, teasing the head of his dick with his tongue. Then he began.
He began to slowly move his head down and up in a steady rhythm. He felt his dick touch the back of his throat, but his gag reflex seemed strangely inactive. He felt his rhythm begin to grow faster, and steadier.
He looked up at Roger, who had his eyes closed with his head reeled back over the arm of the sofa. Mark moved faster on Roger's throbbing cock, using his hand below his mouth to jack him off as well.
Sheer passion had brought him here, somewhere he thought he would never be, and it could never bring him away. He felt Roger's throbbing cock begin to grow in his mouth and Roger screamed as 1... 2… 4 loads of his sweet juices flowed into his mouth. Mark swallowed them down, loving every moment of this experience. It was the first time he had ever done anything like this, but it was completely worth it.
As Roger's whimpers… Roger is whimpering? Fuck, I must be good… died away, Mark looked up slowly. Roger was looking down at him, and they were both thinking the exact same thing.
Mark took his mouth off of Roger's cock and felt his hands stroke the inside of Roger's groin. Roger twitched, hornier than he had ever been in his life.
Where did Mark learn this shit? Roger thought to himself. For a sexually "inexperienced" guy, Mark could give a fucking amazing blow job.
"Let's go." Mark looked up at him, passion in his eyes.
"Now." Roger smiled, a smile Mark could never resist.
Mark stood up to take off his own clothes, but Roger stopped him. He stood up from the couch, wearing only his shirt. He took that off, revealing the body Mark had stared at endlessly for so many months.
"I want to do it, Marky boy." He reached around and spanked Mark at this, to which they both smiled.
"I'm Yours."
Roger reached around Mark's back and pulled his shirt off, revealing his pale boyish frame. Nothing could be more beautiful to Roger.
He stroked a line down Mark's chest until he got to Mark's jeans. He unbuttoned them, the way Roger did, knowing it would send him into ultimate pleasure. He tore them off of Mark, and he could see Mark's growing bulge underneath his boxers.
He leaning down on eye level with Mark's waste. He teased the elastic with his tongue, licking the small hint of a red bush above the line. He used his tongue to take down the boxers down to Mark's boxers down to his ankles, then licking his way back up Mark's legs.
He suddenly stood up, staring down slightly into Mark's eyes.
"Practice that often?" Mark smiled.
"I dreamt it once." His eyes lit up with the humor only Roger could bring.
"Dreams come true, you dirty bastard."
Mark slammed Roger down on the floor, landing on top of him, feeling his hard body. He moved his tongue from the line of hair (oh, that line…) to his lips. He kissed him hard, harder than he ever had.
Completely nude, they lay there, kissing each other passionately, their legs intertwining. Roger's rather large feet stroked along Mark's pale thin leg, caressing Mark into groaning through the kiss.
Suddenly, Roger pulled away, looking down at Mark's pale face and shoulders.
"Mark?"
"Yeah?"
"I don't think I'm ready to… actually well… you know…?"
"…Fuck, Roger?"
"That."
My, the tables had turned. Now Mark was the horny one, eager for sex, and Roger the one saying he wasn't ready.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. I'm not ready."
Just what Mark had been thinking.
"You are beautiful though, you know."
They kissed lightly, but before they could even part, a knock came at the door.
"Open up Bitches!" yelled Collins through the wood.
"They're probably just messing around! You know what Maureen said!"
SHIT! Angel was there too! AND MAUREEN TOLD THEM!
Neither of them could move. They stood up lightning fast, completely nude, but before they could run to their clothes, the door burst open.
"Where the f-" Collins laid one eye on the boys and stood stark still.
Roger still had himself completely upright, and Angel had come running in, stopping only inches before his quite prominent manhood.
"Well. Looks like your glad to see us."
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