It had been a few hours since Roger had come upstairs that we rejoined Cindy and Bianca downstairs. When we walked into the living room, Bianca was lying on the couch with an ice pack over her eye. It didn't take a rocket scientist to guess what had happened.
"Oh fuck Bianca," Roger laughed, "What did you get yourself into?"
"Shut up Roger," she groaned, sitting up a little, "I got him worse than he got me."
"Well, that's good. What'd you do to him?"
"Let's just say it's a good thing he's gay and couldn't have children anyway," she laughed a little bit, "Might have broken a few of his ribs. I know he broke at least one of mine. Definitely broke his nose." She smiled widely when she said this.
"Hey, my little sister kicks ass," Roger said proudly, walking over and sitting on the arm of the couch. I was happy that Bianca was willing to do that for Roger and me, but one thing was nagging me.
"What if he tells someone what happened?" I asked worriedly.
"Think about it Mark," Bianca said smugly, "Would you want to tell someone you were beat up by an eighteen year old girl?"
"Touché," I nodded.
"Well, I can't say I approve of the all-out brawl," Cindy interjected, "But I think Roger's lucky to have a sister as tough as Bianca."
"Yeah," Roger rolled his eyes, "I'm so lucky that my little sister can fight my battles for me."
"Only when I need to," Bianca pointed out, "If you're doing well enough on your own, I'll stay out of it."
"Well, I suppose I should thank you for that."
"Yeah, you should."
"Oh, so now we're playing the 'you so need me' card, huh?" he laughed. She mocked thought for a moment before shrugging and nodding.
"Pretty much."
He just laughed, shaking his head.
"Well, we've still got awhile before either set of our parents get here," she stated, "You guys want to go out and do something?"
"Are you kidding?" Roger said, standing up, "I've been waiting to do something interesting besides fucking Mark. What do you want to do?"
"We could go to the mall," she suggested.
"What? Are we sixteen again?"
"I'm seventeen," she said, pouting.
"You know what I mean."
"Yeah, I'm the only one who ever knows what you mean."
"That's not true. Mark usually knows what I mean."
"He's expected to know what you mean. He is your boyfriend."
"And speaking of," Roger got up and walked over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and biting my ear lightly. "You still owe me a shower," he whispered.
"Roger," I murmured back, "We literally just had sex. Are you ever not horny?"
He thought for a moment before shaking his head, smiling. Damn, if I could just find some way to get over the effects his smile had on me.
"Alright," I hissed, smiling back, "Let's go." I let him pull me up the stairs, barely catching the look Bianca and Cindy exchanged. I smiled smugly, knowing they would probably be gossiping the entire time we were in the shower.
I undressed again while Roger started the shower, allowing it to warm up. He also pulled off his clothes and the two of us stepped into the shower, him behind me. It felt good to have a warm shower for once in a long while. I felt Roger's hands rub circles on my chest and slowly lower. I started to moan as he massaged the base of my ever growing cock and press his lips to the back of my neck. Then, reality set back into my mind.
"Roger," I shook my head, "No hickeys this week."
"Oh why Marky?" he whined, "It's not like anyone will see it on your neck. You're always wearing that fucking scarf-"
"-That you gave me," I reminded him. I could feel him shrug.
"And look at how handy it's going to be," he urged, pressing his lips to my neck again.
"Good point," I nodded, allowing him to suck my neck even more and bite down lightly. His hands started to work faster and my hips started to buck uncontrollably. My moans grew louder and they soon became decipherable as Roger's name. After a little while, he slowed down and I had to catch my breath, spitting out a little bit of water.
"You satisfied?" Roger asked seductively. I was speechless and still breathless, so I just nodded. "You want more?"
"No," I said, finally able to move my lips. I could feel the disappointed gaze on my back and turned around. I wrapped my leg around his waist and pulled him closer to finish my statement. "I want this." I pulled him into a passionate kiss, running my tongue over his bottom lip several times before he opened his mouth and let it explore his all-but-too familiar mouth.
"Mmm," he moaned before breaking our kiss for a second, "I definitely like this." He grabbed my other leg and wrapped it around his waist. He flipped and pushed me against the shower wall. I wrapped my arms around his neck and tangled my fingers in his gorgeous hair. I could have stayed in that moment forever.
