Author: muchoxmasturbation PM
My first RENT story. Mark has a hard time sleeping, Roger helps him out. Fluff. MR if you squint really hard.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Mark C. & Roger D. - Words: 399 - Reviews: 16 - Favs: 13 - Follows: 5 - Published: 07-05-06 - Status: Complete - id: 3026674
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Just a fluffy one-shot that came to me early one morning when the insomnia was kicking my ass. Some light RogerxMark.
Don't own it. Nope. Not at all.
He rolled his eyes and laid back flat on his bed closing his eyes. They snapped open two minutes later, and Mark swung his legs over the edge of his bed.
He stepped out of his room and saw Roger sitting on the couch, notebook and pen in hand. His guitar was displayed before him on the coffee table.
His nose was buried in the notebook, and the pen was scribbling quickly across the page. Occasionally, he stopped for a moment, and then continued to write.
"Rog, do you know what time it is?" Mark asked, rubbing his eyes.
Roger looked up from his notebook and smirked at the sight that greeted him. Mark was clad only in his boxers and a grey t-shirt. He didn't have his glasses on, and his usually vibrant blue eyes were dulled due to lack of sleep.
"Yes. It's four-something. What are you doing up?"
"I... I couldn't sleep," he looked down at his socks shyly. "What're you doing up?"
The other man shrugged. "Got bored, tune came to mind. Just jotting down some lyrics to match it."
Roger got an idea. He smiled. "Come here," he patted the seat next to him on the couch.
Mark blinked. "Wh..?"
"Just come here."
Mark was hesitant, but went over and sat next to Roger, sinking slightly into the old couch. Roger tugged him gently by his shoulders so he was laying down, head in Roger's lap.
His eyes snapped open for a moment, and he blushed crimson. "Uh.. Roger.."
Roger shushed him, running his fingertips through Mark's hair soothingly. "Relax."
Mark relaxed his muscles, feeling awkward, but at the same time, safe and secure in Roger's arms. He allowed his eyes to slip shut, and within minutes, his breath evened out.
Roger looked down at Mark's now sleeping form. He looked so young, so innocent. Leaning forward, he placed a soft kiss on Mark's forehead.
"Sweet dreams, Marky."