Mark is sure that he's still asleep. Sure, the pain in his temples would suggest otherwise, but that's the only possible way to explain the warm body in his arms, pressed against him. If he was awake, she wouldn't be there right? There is no way that what happened last night could have possibly been real, no amount of alcohol could have possibly driven them to do what he thinks he remembers them doing. Not only is Bebe not even bi, she's with Maureen. There's two things against him; she's not into guys, and if she was she sure as hell wouldn't have cheated on someone like Maureen with someone like him. She could do so much better than that.
Finally forcing himself to open his eyes, he lets out a long, low groan. That's another reason he wishes he was sleeping, being awake is fucking painful. He removes his glasses from his slightly bloodshot, yet still enticingly blue eyes, burying his face in his hands, trying to hide himself from the effects of the hangover he gave himself last night. He can still feel the petite form of Beatrice laying against his chest, so he knows that it all must have been real…it was real. Maybe this hangover was punishment for his stupidity…and the fact that he doesn't feel quite as sorry as he should.
"Mark?" Says the small female voice, slightly muffled with her mouth still against his chest. He suppresses a small laugh as the feeling tickles him a bit, he knows that laughing would make the pounding in his head increase. She shifts again, wiggling slightly against him and turning her face towards his, a look of slight confusion on her face, as if she is questioning what happened the same way he is. There's no way to deny it now, they're laying here, naked except for their underwear. The odds of it being just a strange coincidence are abysmal.
"Yeah?" He responds, forcing his eyes open once more, wincing slightly against the light pouring in through the window.
"Did…did we?" She asks, a rather obvious question. She knows the answer just as well as he does, she's just hoping he might tell her otherwise.
"Yeah." He says simply, brushing her hair gently away from her face, his eyes looking down into hers.
"Wow…" She mutters, the full weight of the action falling down on her. She buries her face back into his chest, closing her eyes. Maybe if she closes her eyes and falls asleep, she'll wake up and this will all have just been a dream. "Mark…do you feel bad?"
Mark can't answer this question at first. He supposes he does feel rather bad, he did something he knows he shouldn't have done. When he woke up he had a sinking feeling in his stomach, and it only got worse when he realized that she was still laying there with him…still…
"Not nearly as much as I should…" He finally says, letting out a small sigh. "Not enough to take it back…"
Bebe tightens her arms around him, breathing slowly. "Me neither…" She says after a long pause. Mark looks down at her, not knowing what to say. He doesn't think there is anything else to be said about this. They did something they shouldn't have done, something that they should be ashamed of. And yet they continue to lay here, completely content for now, not even worrying that there may be consequences. Somebody could get hurt here, and for the first time Mark finds himself unable to care.
He runs his fingers through Bebe's hair once more, letting out a small sigh as he leans his head down and kisses the top of her head. He picked a fine time to start thinking about himself for once.
"Mark…Marky boy, you listening?"
He isn't really. His head is completely elsewhere, yet Roger's voice still rings clear in his head. Shaking his head, he forces himself back to reality. You can awe at the fact that you just had sex with your ex-girlfriend's girlfriend later, he tells himself. "No, not really…" He mutters honestly. Hearing the tone in Roger's voice, a serious tone that he seldom hears him use, he listens up a bit more. "I am now though, what's up?"
Roger lets out a small sigh, running his fingers through his hair. "So…I just talked to Mimi." He says, killing a little bit of time before he has to actually say it. He doesn't want to say it out loud. "She says she doesn't want us messing around anymore…" He mutters, kind of annoyed at the whole situation.
Mark's mouth falls open slowly. "Wait…what?" He asks, hoping he didn't quite hear that. He had been getting used to the idea that if he was especially horny he would have Roger to get him off…and Roger is so good at doing that. "But why?"
Roger rolls his eyes a little bit, letting out a small sigh. "She said…she was worried that I was going to get too attached or something." He says, pissed off that she doesn't trust him enough after all of this time that they've been together. "She actually thinks I would get attached." He says, as much to himself as it was to Mark, rolling his eyes a little bit.
That last bit stings Mark more than he expects it to. Even forgetting the fact that Roger is with Mimi, has been for years now and they are in love, did that mean that Roger could never have feelings for him the way he felt for Roger? He tells himself that he shouldn't want him to, that he's already done enough damage sleeping with Bebe that he shouldn't be trying to break Mimi and Roger up for his own benefit.
He continues on this train of thought, his thoughts beginning to branch off a little bit. He starts to think about what the hell is going to happen to him if Maureen finds out what happened. He doesn't even want to think about it, all that comes to mind when he does is that he should feel a lot worse about it than he does, and he's starting to think about what kind of friend he is. Once more, however, Roger's voice breaks through the thoughtful haze.
"What the hell's your problem?" Roger asks, raising his eyebrows at the way Mark is just staring off into space, his face blank.
Not really paying attention to what he was saying, Mark just blurts out. "I didn't do anything." He says defensively, rather confused for a second as to what they are talking about.
Roger has to hold back a laugh at that, he loves how bad of a liar Mark can be on occasion. And on this occasion he is so bad Roger didn't even suspect that anything was wrong. "Alright…what's eating you Mark?"
"Nothing's eating me." Mark says, almost defensively, though he knows that there really isn't a point in denying it.
"Mark…I'm not even going to point out all of the reason's I know you're lying…" Roger says softly, a smirk curving his lips and his green eyes looking into Mark's.
Mark lets out a small sigh. He doesn't want to tell Roger what he did, but he doesn't see any way out of it now. Once he's been caught in a lie it's pretty much impossible to keep going with it. He gets flustered, too flustered to make up any decent lies on the spot. "Um…I don't think you're going to believe this but.." He says softly, wincing slightly. "I slept with Beatrice…"
Roger's mouth drops as he hears that, quite sure he just heard wrong. There's no way he just said what he heard. "What? Are you kidding me?" He asks, completely flabbergasted.
"I couldn't make this shit up, Rog…" Mark says with a small sigh before going into the explanation of what happened. He tells him how he showed up at the apartment intending to talk to Maureen and Bebe was there instead. He then tells him about how they got into a discussion about their shitty love lives (leaving out the specifics about why his love life sucked), had a few drinks…and just had sex.
"That…is pure insanity…" Roger says once Mark finishes the story. Through out the whole explanation he had been listening, completely dumbfounded, wondering what happened to Mark and his boring, sexless life.
"Don't I know it…" Mark mutters softly, taking his glasses off and rubbing his palms against his eyes.
There's a long silence between the two of them where they just look at each other, not knowing what to say. The weight of the whole situation just bears down upon them, causing the heaviest, most uncomfortable silence either of them have ever gone through. "So…you going to tell Maureen?" Roger finally asks, needing to break the silence.
Mark doesn't want to answer that question, mostly because he doesn't want to think about it himself. He knows he probably should, that it would be the right thing to do, but he just can't bring himself to do it. "I…don't think so…not yet…"
"Can't blame you…" Roger mutters with a nod. "She's bitchy and over dramatic on a good day, I can only imagine how she will be if you tell her this."
Mark chuckles a little bit in spite of himself. "Don't I know it…that's what Bebe was all upset about." He says, letting out a sigh and leaning back against the couch again. "Apparently Maureen has been going back to her normal overly flirtatious and over dramatic self..."
"Gimme a few minutes to be surprised…" Roger says with a small chuckle. He knows he shouldn't be thinking this lightly about the situation, both Maureen and Bebe being his friends, but if he got freaked out over every relationship Maureen messed up he would have died of a heart attack a long time ago.
Mark can't help but laugh at that, shaking his head a little bit. "You're really something else, you know?" He says softly, his eyes glancing over and meeting Roger's intense green ones. He bites his lip, not quite sure how Roger is going to take that…hell, he isn't even sure exactly what he meant by it.
"I'm something else? You're the one messing around with two people who are already taken." Roger points out jokingly. "You went from not getting any in two years to being a pimp or something." He says, rather amused by this.
Mark, on the other hand, felt his face fall a little bit as he said that. He hadn't really thought about it like that before. Mimi was okay with it, but he got drunk and slept with Maureen's girlfriend…and now Mimi doesn't want him and Roger messing around anymore and he still has the urge to lean over and kiss him again. Was he getting out of control?
"Marky?" Roger asks, frowning a little bit as he sees the look on his face. "Hey man…you know I was just kidding with you…" He says softly, reaching over and giving Mark a small pat on the cheek.
"No…I think you're right a little bit…" Mark says softly, looking at him once more.
"Hey…it's no big deal. You made a mistake, it's not even like you were sober or anything." Roger tells him, trying to make him feel a little bit better about the situation. "I mean…look at me, I've done some pretty fucked up shit in my life." He says with a small laugh, not wanting Mark to get too upset by this whole situation.
"Yeah…but you're past that now…" Mark says softly, running his hands through his hair. He doubts Roger would feel the same way about him if he knew all of the things that is going through his mind right now. It really is a big deal, and he feels horrible that Roger trusts him so much to think that everything is ok when he fucked up this bad. "It's bad Roger…it really is."
"What do you mean?" Roger asks, leaning in a little.
"Roger I…I still want you…" Mark says in a weak voice. His head looks down at his hands, not wanting to have to look at Roger's face, to see his reaction. "Mimi has been amazing this whole time, letting us fuck around because she thought it could help me and all of that. I should be happy to step back and let you two be, she's been nice enough to me this whole time…but when I look at you I still wanna kiss you again…"
Once again, Roger finds himself unable to speak. His eyes and mouth are wide open, his mind racing for something to say. "Mark…I…" He mutters softly, breaking a little bit when he sees the look on Mark's face, a mix between hopeful and near desperation. "I suppose…one more time…couldn't hurt too much…" He mutters softly.
Mark's lips curve into a small smile, his eyes lighting up hopefully. "Yeah…just one more time…couldn't hurt." He mutters, licking his lips as his eyes look into Roger's. Roger slowly leans forward, resting a hand on Mark's cheek, their lips meeting in a soft kiss.
Mark rolls over a little bit , cuddling into Roger's chest, a faint smile on his face. Sure, what they did was wrong. Mimi told Roger that she didn't want them doing anything anymore…but if felt to good for him to feel sorry for it. It almost felt better than before, knowing that they really shouldn't have been doing it at all.
Roger smiles down at Mark, running his hand through the short blonde hair. "That…that was pretty good…" He mutters tiredly, leaning down and placing a small kiss to his forehead. He then looks down at his watch, biting his lip softly. "And…I have to get going now." He says, standing up and moving to put his clothes back on.
Mark looks up at Roger, giving him a small pout. He doesn't want him to go, he's way to comfortable laying there with him. "Where are you off to?" He asks softly, wishing he would just lay back down with him.
"Meeting this guy I met the other day at the Life." Roger says, pulling his boxers on, then his jeans. "He used to be in this underground band I loved, and he's looking for someone to play with." He says with a wide grin. "We might be starting up a band if things go over alright."
Mark manages a small smile. As disappointed as he is that they can't cuddle anymore, he knows that Roger has been wanting to start a band again for a while now, but hasn't been having much luck. He knows this will make him happy, so he supposes it's worth him getting up from this comfortable position. "That sounds like a good time." He says with a small grin. "What's this guy's name?" He asks, wondering if he might recognize the name from one of the bands Roger made him listen to.
"You're not gonna believe it. His name is Judas." Roger says with a small chuckle. "And that's actually what his parents named him, not like a stage name or anything. They must have been on some crazy fucking mushrooms that day." He says, to which Mark snorts a little.
"Alright." Mark says, still chuckling. "You go have fun."
"Don't I always." Roger says, tossing his jacket on before flashing Mark a wink and walking out of the loft, closing the door behind him.
Mark smiles at him as he steps out of the loft. It lingers for a little while as he pulls the rest of his clothes back on and lying down on the couch. Sure, he did two pretty fucked up things in the past two days, but he really isn't trying to think about it. All he knows is that Roger was amazing today, and his body is still warm, sluggish and content from what they did.
He is about to doze off when he hears a knock on the door. He groans softly, not wanting to get up, his body so comfortable and ready for a nice nap, but gets up anyway. Of course, due to his zombie like trudge it takes him two minutes longer to get there than usual, but he finally makes it to the door and opens it up. He feels a small sinking feeling in his stomach again, but he manages to paste a realistic looking smile onto his face.
"Hey Mark." Mimi says, flashing him a slightly awkward smile.
"Hey Meems…what's up?" Mark asks, trying to keep his voice from sound like it's too much of a forced calm, which just makes it worse.
"Nothing…mind if I come in?"
Mark nods, stepping out of the way, then closing the door behind her. He lets out a small sigh, thankful that he remembered to put his clothes on. He was so out of it when Mimi knocked he probably would have walked to the door in his boxers. Probably the only thing that could make this more awkward.
Mimi sits down on the arm rest of the couch, crossing her legs. She takes a deep breath, composing herself. She's usually a very strong person, but lately worrying about things with Roger has been upsetting her. "So…did Roger talk to you?" She asks, not really feeling like beating around the bush. She knows Roger is meeting the guy about the band and isn't sure if he talked to Mark about it first.
Mark nods slowly, that funny feeling in his stomach again. "Yeah…just before he went out." He mutters softly, still attempting to smile at her.
"Oh good." Mimi says, smiling a little bit more. She had been half afraid that he wouldn't say anything…she knows she should be suspicious like that, but she couldn't help being a little worried. "It's nothing personal Mark, I just thought that it was time for it to end."
"Oh it's fine. He's your boyfriend after all." Mark says, holding back a small bite to his voice.
Mimi doesn't hear the slight bitterness in his voice, she just smiles at him. "Thank you Mark." She says, standing up, walking over to him and giving him a hug. "You know...for taking it this so well…" She says, kissing his cheek.
Mark frowns a little bit, feeling a tinge of guilt in him, forcing a smile back onto his face as Mimi looks at him again. "It's cool…no big deal…it was just to get off anyway right?" He lies through his teeth. He continues to smile, though he's sure a small part of himself just died inside.