Mark trudged out of his room, and found Roger huddled on the window seat. What was he doing up, it was 8:30 AM? Mark sat down across from Roger. The second he sat down, Roger climbed onto his lap.
"I'm ready to talk," he said quietly. Mark ran his fingers through his lover's hair, and waited patiently. "I want to apologize for putting you through hell for a second time. I'm sorry I started using again. I didn't know where to turn!"
"What about me? Or even Collins; he knew exactly what you were going through."
"I know, but my head was all scrambled. I went for a walk one day, and found my dealer. He offered me some, so, so I took it. I'm sorry, should have walked away." Tears were in both men's eyes. "I'm sorry." Mark held Roger as close as possible, as if he'd just slip away.
"It's okay. I'm glad that all of this is finally over. I couldn't stand to see you so desperate; I felt so helpless." Roger put his hand on Mark's knee.
"I don't remember much, just little things here and there. Spaghetti, I do remember something about spaghetti." Mark laughed.
"Sue brought by some spaghetti two weeks ago. You didn't have any though, the smell alone made you feel sick."
"Damn, I really wanted some spaghetti." Mark kissed Roger's forehead. There was a bruise there from when Benny had tackled him.
"I'm sorry. Next time Collins sends a check, we'll get some." Mark brushed Roger's hair off his neck, and began to kiss the exposed skin tenderly. The rocker moaned loudly before turning to capture Mark's lips in a passionate kiss. Mark shoved Roger back on the window seat; lips locked, tongues fighting for dominance. When Roger tried to flip Mark under him, the couple fell on the floor.
"So much for that," Roger said with a disappointed tone. Mark kissed the tip of his nose.
"Tonight, Mr. Davis, I'm all yours," he whispered seductively causing Roger to smile.
"What's wrong with right now?"
"I have laundry and shit to do before the girls come over for lunch. So, that's why you need to get up off me." Roger got up off the floor, and pulled Mark to his feet. The rocker wrapped his arms around the smaller man's waist.
"One more kiss." It was an order, not a question. Mark snaked his arms around Roger's neck, and kissed him passionately. He broke off the kiss, and went to make breakfast for the two of them.
"You want some coffee honey?" Roger pulled on his leather jacket.
"No, I'm going to go out for a while." Mark froze. He hadn't heard that in a while. "Don't worry no smack; I promise."
"What are you going to do then?" Roger sighed.
"Something I should have done ages ago. Love you." Mark smiled weakly, he had a feeling as to where Roger was going.
"Love you too, Rog." The loft door slid open and then closed, leaving Mark alone for the first time in weeks.
A lone figure walked across the grassy slope, hands jammed deep in pockets. The figure walked for a few minutes before sitting cross-legged on the ground. It yanked up the weeds around it, and sighed. For nearly ten minutes, the figure sat in silence, collecting its thoughts. Finally, it spoke up.
"Hey Meems, it's me. I'm sorry I didn't come by sooner, but things have been crazy at home." Roger began to fill Mimi in on what had been going on in his life.
A/N: Thanks to all my wonderful reviewers! If you liked this, you'd probably like Given Up. It's a Pre-Rent two-shot about Roger. Check it out, and Off-Set, and REVIEW! Much love, and thanks again to all my reviewers, and if you didn't review…WHY NOT?