Hey guys, sorry I've been away again. Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about the story. I'm just having my crimson river is all. It's not good to write when you're in that period of time. So anyway, on with the story……

Mark trudged down the street, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. I can do this, he said to himself. All I have to do is tell Roger that I don't like him and that I want him out of my life. That's not so hard, is it?

"No, not at all," he mumbled to himself. The sky darkened rapidly and the rumble of thunder shook the entire sky, which was then illuminated by the flash of lightning. The lightning was then followed by a drizzle, which made Mark frown. Better do this quickly. Before I drenched, he thought. Come on Roger, where are you? He turned around the corner of the street when he suddenly saw Roger sitting on a bench at the bus stop. Mark sighed in relief.

"Roger!! I've been looking everywhere for you!!" But there was no reply. "Roger!!"

Roger just sat there, not moving an inch, staring at his feet.

Mark went closer and stood right next to him. "Roger, look. I don't……I didn't mean to…..I was just….." he paused, taking in a deep breath. "I'm sorry, for what I said. I didn't mean to hurt you. I really did enjoy the dinner, and the dancing and all the….."

Roger suddenly cut him off, his head still staring at his shoes. "It wasn't just tonight, Mark. Every time I see you, you're always annoyed and angry; whether it's something I say or do. I try and I try my best to make you happy, and what do I get? More insults and anger from you." He slowly turned to face Mark, his voice low and thick with emotion. "What am I doing wrong, Mark? Just tell me." He got up off the bench and stood in front of Mark, as the drizzle suddenly turned into rain. "Why do you hate me so much?"

Mark stared at Roger, his lip quivering. "I'll tell you everything, Roger. The truth is, I really enjoyed it when you took me to the amusement park, especially when you gave me the stuffed dog. I was really happy when you came to the opera with me at the last minute. I was so touched when you brought me cookies when I was feeling sick. I really did want to come tonight to see you. And I really did enjoy myself in there. I've enjoyed every moment I've spent with you." He stopped to take a breath. He felt his warm tears mixing with the cold raindrops on his face. "I kept yelling at you so many times, but not because I hate you…….because, I didn't want you to know how happy you made me. I didn't want you to know how special and wonderful you made me feel every day. I didn't want you to know that I'd rather be with you than my uncaring boyfriend." He took a step closer to Roger and looked him straight in the eye. "I didn't want you to know how much in love with you I was, so I tried to hide it. But now I can't anymore. I'm so sorry for everything, Roger. I never meant to hurt you at all."

Mark sniffed as he and Roger stared at each other. The rain got heavier and was soaking them to the bone, but they didn't care. All they could see was each other. And then, Roger slipped his hand around Mark's head, pulled him close and pressed his lips against Mark's lips. Mark responded immediately, his lips and tongue moving in time with Roger's, as the two of them slowly snaked their arms around each other and closed off all bodily distance between them. And suddenly, everything felt just right, like it was meant to happen. Mark raked his fingers through Roger's wet hair while Roger gently stroked his back. After their tongues gave each other their final caress, their lips broke apart to inhale some much-needed oxygen. Roger smiled and gently ran his thumb over Mark's cheek.

"You know, that was all I ever wanted from you, Doc," he said. "I loved you from the moment I saw you in that emergency room, and I've wanted you ever since. All I wanted was for you to love me back. I really believed it would happen until you yelled at me in there, and then suddenly I lost all hope. I was hoping to God you'd come looking for me, but I didn't think you would."

Mark smiled and wrapped his arms around Roger's shoulders. "I'm so sorry, Roggy. I wish I hadn't hurt you the way I did. I really love you."

"I love you too," whispered Roger, kissing him on the forehead. Mark smiled and hugged him tightly, kissing his cheek, until he suddenly realized something.

"Oh shit, it's raining," he cursed.

"Umm, I believe it's been raining for some time now," mumbled Roger with a giggle.

Mark grinned and smacked his arm playfully. "C'mon, let's go to my place."

The two of them got onto the subway and walked up to Mark's apartment, upon which Mark quickly ushered Roger into the bathroom.

"Here, put these on," said Mark, tossing him a grey t-shirt and pajama pants. The rock star dried himself and his hair off, put his wet clothes in the hamper and put the dry clothes on, then exited the bathroom to find Mark sitting on his bed, dressed in a white pullover and blue track pants. His blond hair was tousled oddly and his glasses lay folded on the side table. He smiled shyly at Roger and pulled the corner of the blanket open. Roger smiled back and got under the covers, and Mark followed suit. The two of them settled themselves comfortably in the bed and turned to face each other.

"Wow, this is amazing," said Mark. "Who knew that my only love would spring from my only hate?"

Roger giggled and squeezed his hand. "Ahh yes, good ol' Romeo and Juliet. You know, I never thought that story was relevant until I met you. Two souls destined to be together even though their situations keep driving them apart." He kissed Mark on the forehead. "But as long as you're with me, I'll make sure that we will never be apart. Never. Because I love you, Mark."

"And I love you, Roger. I always have," whispered Mark as he moved in to kiss Roger. The two of them held each other tightly shared a warm kiss before gradually drifting off to sleep in each other's arms, as the rain pattered soothingly against their window.

Here it is, guys!! This is what you've been waiting for, isn't it?? WOOHOOO!!!

But wait...what about Mark's evil boyfriend?? -cue in the dramatic soap opera music-