Mark and Roger walked down the street hand in hand. They had just gotten done with another Life Support meeting.
"Say we go to the park?" Roger suggested. Mark gave his boyfriend a confused look.
"The park, why?" he asked. Roger shrugged.
"I dunno. The loft is so boring. Come on Marky, please?" The rocker began to pout, causing Mark to roll his eyes.
"Okay fine, but only for a little while. It's chilly out here for you." Now Roger rolled his eyes. Mark was always so protective of him.
The couple walked through the park until they found a tree in a secluded part. Mark leaned against the tree, and Roger rested comfortably between his legs. The rocker rested his head on his lover's chest, and listened to his steady heartbeat. Mark gently stroked the larger man's hair.
"Did I tell you that I got another gig?" Roger asked after several minutes, breaking the relaxing silence.
"That's great!" Mark exclaimed. "First the one last week, and now this one. Your career's really picking up again." Roger grinned sheepishly.
"It's not that big of deal; it's just a gig." Mark shrugged.
"You never know, it could be a real breakthrough in your career. Either way, it'll help out with the rent for a little while." Roger nodded. Another silence fell upon the couple.
After another five or so minutes of silence, a group of high school boys walked past the couple. When the teenagers saw Mark and Roger, they began to point and laugh. Mark could sense Roger's anger.
"You know what I hate?" one boy said; intentionally loud enough that Mark and Roger heard him. "I hate queers that rub their damn relationships in us normal people's faces!" Several of the boys high-fives their friend. Mark struggled to hold Roger down.
"I know what you mean. Queers are a totally different species," another boy said. Roger was practically shaking with fury. Mark didn't know how much longer he could keep his lover relatively calm.
Mark and Roger finally got up to leave after enduring several minutes of taunts and jeers. Wishing to teach the punks a lesson, Mark did something that would have made Maureen proud. He grabbed Roger roughly, and kissed him passionately. The teenagers' eyes nearly doubled in size as they gaped at such a sight. Roger seemed slightly dazed when Mark broke off the kiss. Fingers entwined the coupled walked through the park towards the exit closest to the loft.
"What was that?" Roger asked when they got to the street. Mark stopped walking.
"What was what?" he replied.
"That back there. That kiss. What was that kiss all about? Not that I'm protecting or anything."
"I wanted to teach those punks a lesson they'd never forget. Judging by their faces, I was successful."
"I would have taught them my own lesson."
"No, you would have beaten the shit out of them venting your anger. You can't let stuff like that get to you. All that matters is that I love you." Roger stroked Mark's cheek. The filmmaker was always so calm.
"I love you too." Roger grabbed his boyfriend's hand, and they walked down the street to the loft.