Mark and Roger walked into the restaurant hand in hand with Cindy and Mrs. Cohen in tow. Mrs. Cohen quickly looked around and spotted her husband sitting alone at a table in the corner of the room.
Mark tightened his grip on Rogers's hand as they began to walk toward him. When they reached the table his father looked up from the paper he was reading and Mark could see the anger in his eyes when they landed on Roger.
"What is he doing here?" He asked Mrs. Cohen through gritted teeth.
She didn't respond, she just continued draping her coat over the back of her chair and took a seat.
"I said…" Marks Father started out.
"I really don't think it matters." Mrs. Cohen cut him off harshly
Marks hands began to shake nervously on top of the table. Roger lifted his hand off of his lap and placed it soothingly on top of Marks to calm him. Mark let out a deep sigh and looked lovingly over at Roger.
They all sat in an awkward silence until the waiter came over to take their order. Once the waiter had left Mr. Cohen finally spoke up.
"So, what am I to think of all of this?" He asked sharply
"Dad…" Mark said weakly. "I'm in love, and that's all there is to it."
"Bullshit Mark. No man falls in love with another man." He countered. "This is just a…a…phase your going through."
"Mr. Cohen…" Roger spoke up. "With all do respect this will never just be a phase."
"You keep your mouth shut!" He said pointing at Roger.
"You have no right to talk to him like that." Mark said darkly.
"I will not have a gay son in my house. Can you imagine what the neighborhood would think if they found out." Mr. Cohen pointed out
"Yeah they wouldn't give a shit, because they are not close minded bigots like you!" Mark spat, his temper rising.
"Mark" His mother warned
Roger rubbed Marks hand reassuringly.
"You will not take that tone with me young man." His father shot back.
"I will take whatever fucking tone I want." Mark challenged.
"Mark you are still my son and I still have authority over you." Mr. Cohen said harshly
"I don't give authority to close minded assholes!" Mark countered
"Back me up on this." Mr. Cohen said turning to his wife.
She sat in silence for a moment before taking a deep breath and speaking up. "Mark honey calm down a little please." Mr. Cohen smiled at his triumph before she turned to him. "And you…this is your son. This is who he is, who he will always be, and you need to fucking learn to accept that."
The table fell silent as the waiter walked over and placed their food in front of them. "Can I get you anything else?" He asked
They were silent. Cindy finally spoke up. "No we're fine thank you." She said politely.
"Well what do you expect me to do about this?" Mr. Cohen said after a few more awkward moments of silence.
"I expect you to accept it and love me for who I am. Love me because I'm your son and not because of what I do in bed." Mark said with an exasperated sigh.
"Dad," Cindy said speaking up. "Marks right he's your son and who he loves shouldn't affect your love for him."
Mark smiled slightly and looked over at Cindy. "Thanks." He mouthed
"Mark you're my son and your right I do love you, but I will never be able to accept this." And with that he stood up and walked out of the restaurant.
Mrs. Cohen stood up and rushed outside after her husband. She caught up to him and grabbed his wrist to make him stop. "You can't do this. You can't just walk out on your son like this."
"I can do whatever I want. He doesn't need me." He spat.
"Can't you see that he needs you now more than ever. He needs to know that you love him and you'll be there for him." She pleaded
"He doesn't need me he's got Roger."
"You have no idea how hard this is for him. And you're not making it any easier."
Back at the table Mark set his fork down and moved closer to Roger, leaning his head on his shoulder. "Its ok baby." Roger said soothingly wrapping an arm around his lover.
A few minutes later Mrs. Cohen came back to the table and sat down.
"Well?" Cindy asked
"Your father isn't very happy but he agreed to try and get used to it." She said with a slight smile.
Mark smiled and sat up. "Where is he now?"
"He went back to the hotel to get his stuff and then he was gonna go home." She answered.
Mark let out a sigh and leaned up to kiss Roger on the cheek.
Mark walked into his room and collapsed onto the bed. Roger closed the door and crawled over to straddle his hips.
"Well that went…" Mark started
"Well?" Roger finished sarcastically as he placed a light kiss on Marks lips.
"Not exactly the word I was looking for." Mark laughed
"Well at least your dad agreed to try." Roger pointed out.
"Yeah that's true. How much you wanna bet he doesn't try at all he just continues hating me. I bet he just said that to keep mom happy."
"Baby, stop being so pessimistic." Roger said as he snaked his hands up under Marks shirt. "Now lets celebrate."
"Celebrate what?" Mark asked
"I dunno I just wanted a reason to fuck you." Roger chuckled
"You know as well as I do you don't need an excuse to fuck me." Mark said as he looped his hand around Rogers's neck and pulled their lips together.
"Shit" Mark said cutting their make out session short.
"What babe?" Roger asked looking very confused
"Its Sunday we have school tomorrow." Mark said
"And your point being?"
"I have homework. And I know you do too." He said
"Fuck. Your right." Roger said as he got up off the bed. "And I haven't even talked to my mom all weekend I hope she's not pissed."
"Yeah you better go home baby. We both no neither of us will get our homework done if you stay here and you should probably see your mother." Mark laughed
Roger pulled Mark up into his embrace and kissed him passionately. "I love you babe."
"I love you too, and I'll see you tomorrow." Mark said slapping Roger on the ass as he walked out the door.
"Bye!" Roger called as he got in his car and drove off toward his house.
I tried to make Marks dad a little nicer but he's still kind of an asshole…Oh well.
Please review cause reviews are love and I'm not exactly sure where to go with this next!