Mark rolled over and looked at the clock, 5:00 am. What the hell am I doing awake? He thought. He looked over to the spot next to him in the bed. Roger wasn't there, Shit where could he have gone. Mark thought as he got up out of bed. He walked out of the room and into the bathroom, to find Roger passed out on the cold tile next to the toilet.

Mark just laughed as he bent down to try and pick up Roger to bring him back to the bed. He began to pull him up but lost his balance and fell down onto the floor.

Joanne had heard the noise and walked in to the bathroom yawning. "What the hell?"

Mark stood back up. "He passed out in here, I was trying to get him back to bed. Care to help?"

"Sure" She said as they both bent to grab the passed out song writer.

"Thanks." Mark said to her after getting Roger back into bed.

"Anytime. Night Marky."

"Night Jo."

Mark laid down and drifted back into a deep sleep.

The Next Morning:

Roger awoke and realized he had no fucking clue where he was. All he knew was his head hurt and he was in someone else's bed. He got up and looked at the clock, 12:00 pm. He opened the door and walked out to find Maureen, Joanne, and Mark sitting at the dining room table drinking coffee. He finally figured out where he was. He walked over and fell into the chair.

"Hows the hangover." Maureen practically yelled.

"Uhh..." Was all Roger managed to get out.

Mark got up and grabbed another cup of coffee and handed it to Roger.

"What the fuck happened last night?" Roger took a sip of his coffee.

"What do you remember?" Joanne asked

"Um...Lunch, the park, then we came back here and yeah thats it."

Mark, Maureen, and Joanne proceeded to tell a very hung over Roger what happened last night, before Joanne realized she was late and had to get to work.

"Yeah we should probably go too. Roger lets get you home."

"K" Roger groaned standing up and walking back into the bedroom to get his clothes.

"Bye Maureen." Mark said as they walked out the door.

"Bye Marky, Bye Rog."

They walked outside and Roger shut his eyes. "Fuck its bright." He whined

Roger walked home the rest of the way clinging to Mark complaining the whole way how loud and bright New York was. They burst into the apartment to find Collins and Angel sitting on the couch.

"Hey bitch hows the hangover?"

"Fuck you" Roger said walking over to the couch and collapsing into seat the not being used by the other two.

Collins and Angel stood up and Roger laid down, covering his eyes with his hands.

"Marky, aspirin" Roger whined.

"Ok baby." Mark walked into the bathroom to grab some. "So what exactly are you guys doing here?" He handed the aspirin to Roger.

"Well we wanted to see if you guys wanted to go to Life Support, but Roger doesn't look like he's getting off the couch anytime soon." Angel said motioning to the couch.

"Yeah, he's kind of a baby when he's hung over." Collins laughed.

"Fuck you." Roger said. "And stop talking so fucking loud."

Collins walked over and grabbed a pot and a spoon out of the cupboard. He walked over to Roger, who had his eyes closed, and put the pot next to his ear and hit it as hard as he could with the spoon.

"FUCK!" Roger yelled out in pain.

"Collins." Mark said trying to hold back a laugh. "Leave him alone."

"Fine" Collins said putting down the pot and walking over to Angel. "You ready to go baby?"

"Yep" Angel said still trying not to laugh at Roger who was whimpering over on the couch.

"Bye boys" Collins said as they walked out the door.

Mark walked over to Roger and kissed his forehead. "I'm gonna go get in the shower babe you wanna come? It might make you feel better."

"Sure" He groaned and got up off the couch and followed Mark to the bathroom.

The two men got into the shower and Roger just stood their letting the water wash over his body. Mark began to rub Rogers neck and shoulders, and Roger moaned and closed his eyes.

"Your too nice to me." Roger said turing around and putting his hands around the filmmakers neck. "I love you Mark." He bent down and pushed his lips hard against Marks.

"I love you too Rog." He mumbled into his mouth.

Roger ran his tongue over Marks soft lips, pleading him to open his mouth and let him in. Mark obeyed and parted his lips. Rogers tongue plunged into his mouth running over his teeth and exploring his mouth with a passion. Mark began to run his hands all over his lovers body. Roger moaned into Marks mouth as the filmmakers hands found their way to his ass, grabbing it and pulling him closer. The feel of their erections touching drove both men over the edge.

Mark pulled away and pushed Roger up against the cold tile. He left as trail of kisses down his chest as he made his way down. He began to kiss the inside of Rogers thigh knowing fully that that drove Roger wild.

"Mmmmm..." Roger moaned.

Mark took Roger into his mouth and began to kiss and suck him. Roger reached down and interlaced his fingers with Marks hair as he picked up the pace.

"" Roger moaned as he came. He pulled Mark up and kissed him deeply on the lips. Tasting himself in Marks mouth turned him on even more.

Marked turned Roger around and pushed into him. Both men moaned with passion. Mark grabbed Rogers hips and began to push into him at an increasing pace. There wet skin was on fire, they couldn't get enough of each other. Mark yelled out in passion as he came into Roger. Both men panting heavily collapsed onto the bottom of the shower.

Roger interlaced his fingers with Marks and kissed his forehead. "You were right." He said pulling Mark closer. "The shower did make me feel better."