The one of us to survive

Sun, 02 Apr 2006 01:53:06 GMT

Title: Tyson Part 3
Author: markymarkcohen
Feedback: I like my feedback like I like my women in a styrofoam cup.
Pairing: Mark/Roger.
Rating: PG 13 for now
Spoilers: Post-RENT, timeline irrelevant.
Disclaimer: I OWN ALL! Ok I own nothing, maybe my hairbrush...that's about it. If anyone sues they will get all of $5.
Notes: This was inspired by the part in "Without You" when Anthony beats the shit out of his then boyfriend and somehow found the strength to pull out of Jesse and Norbert's arms.

Roger’s POV
Roger awoke a few hours later still sore from the beating he had taken the night before. He was torn between going to the mirror to check to see if there was any swelling, or staying in bed, his arm around Mark who had curled into Roger’s side as he slept. Mark looked flush from the heat, and he figured the body heat wasn’t helping the situation. He gently pulled his arm out from its position around his roommate. Mark shifted around onto his other side muttering something under his breath. Roger grabbed the worn jeans that had been tossed aside earlier and pulled them on.

He quietly made his way over to the bathroom ever aware of the pain on his face and stomach. He considered himself a tough guy, and he would’ve never figured that scrawny, little Mark could cause so much damage to anyone. Sure he’s seen Mark pissed off, usually at Maureen or Benny, but never to the point of violence. Mostly there was yelling and then Mark would stalk off somewhere to sulk.

Roger’s mind quickly went back to when he was going through withdrawal. He had never thought how Mark actually kept him from running out and getting another hit. Every memory from that period was hazy at best. Mostly he just remembers feeling horrible, and wanting to get more drugs.

Looking in the mirror he sees a bruise on his cheek, if it had been any higher it would have been a black eye. He carefully touches it, and realizes that it was indeed swelling up. Backing up he looks at his stomach. Not only were there little bruises from when Mark had punched him, but there were also a few little ones that looked like hickeys. Roger chuckled at the different marks on his skin.

Satisfied that none of those injuries were swelling Roger made his way toward the refrigerator. They didn’t have any ice, but he’s pretty sure there’s a cold carton of milk in there that can possibly help with his face.

Mark’s POV
Mark awoke straining to see around him. He had no idea where his glasses had gone. He grasped around him to no avail. Suddenly, he noticed he was alone in the bed. “SHIT!” He popped out of the bed and groped his way toward the door. His foot connected with his glasses on the floor by the doorframe. They had obviously been abandoned during the activities of the morning. Luckily he had picked the thick black frames after breaking too many pairs by accident. Shoving them on his face he rushed out of Roger’s room looking around frantically. He was having trouble breathing.

“Mark? You ok?” He whipped around to see Roger holding up the carton of milk that had been the fridge up to his cheek. It was then that Mark noticed the bruises that Roger was now sporting. He felt his eyes go wide. “Mark?”

“I did that?” His voice barely left his throat.

“Mark, I’m fine. It’s ok. I just didn’t want there to be too much swelling.” He walked over to Mark and pulled him into a one armed hug. Mark hadn’t noticed that he had started crying again. He wrapped his arms around Roger’s waist.

“I just woke up alone and I thought that in spite…or because, I mean I thought you had actually gone.” He buried his face into Roger’s neck.

“After all that you think I could leave you? Mark, I love you. I was just too stupid to realize how much until I saw how much I hurt you. Plus, you’re really sexy when you’re pissed off like that. I mean how can I resist when you take charge like that?” Mark laughed.

They moved over to the couch and just held each other for a few minutes.

Roger POV
“Mark?” He kissed the top of Mark’s head.

“Mmhmm?” Roger shifted so he could look Mark in the eyes.

“I was just wondering out of curiosity, have you ever done this with a guy before? I mean up until you kissed me, I thought you were straight. I mean Maureen and Mimi thought you were bi at least, but I didn’t think so you know?”

Mark’s clear blue eyes bore into his for a second and then Mark’s gaze shifted to the floor. “Well actually, you’re the first guy I’ve done anything with. I mean I knew I was attracted to you, but I just thought it was because I was lonely, bored, and horny.” A blush went through his entire body. “I, just, when I thought I was losing you it became to much to ignore and I needed you right there. What about you? Have you, you know, with guys?”

Roger pulled Mark over so his head rested on Roger’s shoulder. “Nope. That would be a first for me too. Hey, we did pretty damn well for a couple of virgins!” Mark chuckled.

“Hell, it was definitely a lot better than my first time with a girl.”

Roger stroked the back of Mark’s head. “Well I aim to please Marky.”

“Are you ever going to stop calling me that?” Mark frowned at the nickname.

“Never! Now that we’re together would you rather me call you pookie?” Roger smirked at his joke.

“You call me that, and you gotta find yourself a new boy toy douche bag. If you aren’t going to use that carton anymore put it back in the fridge. We don’t have enough money to buy more for another week.”

“But I’m comfy!” Roger quickly kissed Mark on the lips before putting the milk back.

All of a sudden the phone rang. Neither of them moved to answer it.

“SPEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAK!!!”
“Yo! I got some money from an ATM in Times Square. I figured they’d have more than the ones in Alphabet City. All I gotta say is JACKPOT!!! Meet me at the Life in an hour. You’re gonna wanna hear how I almost got caught. Be there or I will track you down.”

Roger tensed up hearing Collins on the machine. How would Mark want to handle this? If it was up to him, he would tell everyone he’s ever known and some he didn’t. Mark was just a lot more reserved and private about these things. “Uh…Mark? What do you want to tell Collins about everything. I mean, he’s going to notice my face.”

Mark’s face went from content to expressionless in the span of a second. “We don’t have to say anything if this is uncomfortable for you. I don’t think Collins will care considering…”

Roger took Mark by the shoulders and turned him to face Roger. “That’s not what I meant at all! Mark, I’ll go to the fire escape and yell it out to everyone if that’s what you want! I know you don’t like to go into great detail about yourself and I just didn’t want…Shit! You know I’m really bad at this right?”

Mark’s eyes seemed to sparkle during Roger’s revelation. “You know I love you too right?”

“I’ve known that for a while. You do realize that Collins is going to get a kick out of the fact that you beat the shit out of me, right?”

1 hour later
Collins was sitting in a back booth of the Life his joint in his hand. Roger put his arm around Mark and gave his shoulder a supportive squeeze.

“Hey crackers! Oh my God Roger what happened to you? Did you get mugged?”

Roger bit his bottom lip to keep from laughing. “Uh no. But you are going to love this.”

Mark sank a little bit in his seat. Roger took his hand under the table. “What do you mean?”

“Mark caught me running off again, and he beat the shit out of me.”

Collins looked at Mark and then at Roger and started laughing. “Well, well, well…who knew you had a little Tyson in you?” He gave Mark a light, playful punch on the shoulder.

Roger’s smile got even bigger. “That’s not even the end of the story.”
“Well I don’t see any bruises on him, so what did you do to him Roger?”

Roger feigned innocence. “Hey! I didn’t do anything! He’s the one who had his way with me! He may not look it but he’s strong when he wants to be.” Roger pulled their intertwined hands onto the table.

Collins mouth fell open. “You mean you two are…Seriously?”

Mark’s sullen face turned into a half smile, while Roger’s face seemed to light up. “Rog and I are together definitely.”

“I won? Oh yeah. Collins for the win!” Collins pumped his arms in the air.

Mark and Roger looked at each other and then back at their friend. They both simultaneously exclaimed, “What!?!”

“I always said that it would happen during the summer. I figured the summer heat would finally get you two together. Good thing I put down $20.” Collins looked like he was tallying up who owed him what.

Mark was the first to speak. “There was a fucking bet!?!”

“Oh please, you thought you were subtle? Everyone was in on it. Unfortunately, I lost out to Mimi on the how. She called the whole ‘Roger leaving makes you realize your true feelings.’ I personally said one of you was going to catch the other masturbating and go on from there.”

They both stared at their friend with their mouths hanging open.

“Here take a hit. It’ll help with the confusion.”

I know I'm back already...

Fri, 31 Mar 2006 03:43:02 GMT

Title: Tyson Part 2
Author: markymarkcohen
Feedback: I like my feedback like I like my women in a styrofoam cup.
Pairing: Mark/Roger.
Rating: I got my NC-17 type wish. Oh smut how I adore you.
Spoilers: Post-RENT, timeline irrelevant.
Disclaimer: I OWN ALL! Ok I own nothing, maybe my hairbrush...that's about it. If anyone sues they will get all of $5.
Notes: This was inspired by the part in "Without You" when Anthony beats the shit out of his then boyfriend and somehow found the strength to pull out of Jesse and Norbert's arms.

Mark’s POV

He didn’t want to stop, oxygen be damned, but when Roger pulled back Mark jumped back to his corner of the couch and curled back into a little ball. Roger stood up and started pacing in front of the coffee table.

“So…” Mark looked up at his roommate who froze. He looked at the fiery passion and confusion playing in Roger’s eyes.

“I haven’t done this before either you know.” Roger looked deeper into Mark’s eyes searching for how Mark knew what he was thinking. “You can’t hide from me Roger, you’ve never kissed a guy before and now you’re confused.”

“Well, I guess that’s part of it.”

Mark stood up and walked over to him. “All you have to say is no and I won’t ever mention it again.”

Roger didn’t move but his breathing became erratic when Mark came closer. The emerald green in his eyes seemed to darken, Mark hoped that was the answer.

Roger’s POV

He didn’t know what to do. This was so sudden, and new. Well he guesses it wasn’t sudden since he’d known Mark for years, but it was definitely new. And yet while it was happening it seemed surprisingly normal.

Breaking his thoughts was Mark shoving him against the wall and shoving his lips on Roger’s. Roger would have been surprised by Mark’s strength if he hadn’t witnessed it the night before. Stubble against stubble he could feel Mark’s causing burns on his skin. He had never realized how much stubble Mark actually had in the morning.

Roger grunted against Mark’s lips when he felt a pair of hands that were roaming around the lining of his pants. Roger decided to do some roaming of his own when he realized he had been gripping the wall. He snaked his arms around Mark’s torso and pulled him closer the friction caused Mark to moan. This gave Roger the opportunity to explore Mark’s throat. He moved his callused hands up and down Mark’s exposed back. Mark started repeating Roger’s name like a mantra.

Roger felt his pants get incredibly tight as Mark’s erection rubbed through both fabrics. He growled against the crook of Mark’s neck.

“I think we have to move this over to the bed.” Panting Mark grabbed Roger around the neck and pulled him along into Roger’s room kissing Roger fiercely the entire time. He then shoved Roger onto the bed. As Mark started straddling him he got a good look at the younger man, his pale skin flushed from the heat and activity. His bright blue eyes seemed darker with desire. Mark reached under the bed and pulled out Roger’s box of condoms and he tossed them at Roger. Swiftly Mark moved so he was hovering over Roger’s torso he started sucking and kissing around the waistline of Roger’s pants. Roger threw his head back and let out a loud moan. “Oh God Mark don’t stop!” Suddenly he realized Mark had undone his jeans and was pulling them off while his lips were still concentrated on the same area of skin.

“I’m going to have to stop soon if you don’t put on the condom.” Mark breathed in between kisses. Roger looked down and pushed Mark off him as he grabbed a condom Mark had thrown at him. Looking up he saw Mark toss his boxers to the side and grab another condom.

They both rolled the condoms over themselves and Roger mover to grab Mark. “Oh no you don’t Davis.” Mark shoved him back down on the bed. “I have to finish what I started.” Mark moved back to the place on Roger’s torso and this time started moving down with each kiss or suck. After what seemed like an eternity Mark had made it down to his cock. Mark kissed the tip and then he was inside him. Roger writhed underneath Mark’s touch and Mark’s arms grabbed his hips and forced them still.

“MarkMarkMarkMark…Oh Lord MARK!” His eyes rolled to the back of his head as waves of pleasure racked through his body.

When he regained his bearings he saw Mark sitting next to him still aroused. He pulled the condom off and tossed it in the garbage can. He grabbed another one from the box under his bed, just in case. Rolling it on, he moved toward Mark.

Mark’s POV

Roger’s eyes seemed bright as he moved me over on the bed. “Now it’s my turn Marky.’

“I told you not to…OH GOD!” Just then Roger had licked his length. As he sucked the tip he laughed which resonated throughout Mark’s body.

Mark knew he was screaming really loud for that time in the morning, but he didn’t care. Roger moved himself so he could cup Mark’s balls in his hands. “ROGER! You gotta…oh I can’t take it much longer!” At that moment Roger took him into his mouth. “YES PLEASE! OH LORD!” He thrust upwards into Roger’s mouth as he came. Roger kissed all around Mark’s torso as he came back down. Roger pulled off both their condoms and deposited them in the trash.

Roger moved to stand up, but he couldn’t let Roger leave. Not again. He grabbed Roger’s wrist. “C’mere.”

Roger looked surprised for a second and then moved onto his bed grabbing the scrawnier man towards him.

“That was new.” Mark buried his face in Roger’s neck as he laughed at the rock musician.

Thu, 30 Mar 2006 08:12:48 GMT

Title: Tyson
Author: markymarkcohen
Feedback: I like my feedback like I like my women in a styrofoam cup.
Pairing: Mark/Roger.
Rating: PG, but I'm hoping to make it M before I'm done.
Spoilers: Post-RENT, timeline irrelevant.
Disclaimer: I OWN ALL! Ok I own nothing, maybe my hairbrush...that's about it. If anyone sues they will get all of $5.
Notes: This was inspired by the part in "Without You" when Anthony beats the shit out of his then boyfriend and somehow found the strength to pull out of Jesse and Norbert's arms.

Mark POV
Mark sat up in his bed. The August heat was unbearable even when he tried sleeping naked. He had been tossing and turning for hours, but sleep hadn’t come. He sighed grabbing a pair of worn boxer shorts that had been thrown on the floor. Maybe if he did his routine check up on his beloved camera he could get exhausted enough to pass out.

This project required a table so he took his equipment out to the living room. Luckily there was a full moon out, so Mark didn’t have to worry about waking up Roger with the lights.

He was just about to open up the camera when his roommate stumbled out of his room carrying his duffle bag. “Roger? Where are you going?”

The older man turned around obviously surprised. “Mark? Uh…why aren’t you in bed? Don’t you have work in the morning?”

Mark got up from the couch placing his camera on the coffee table. “Don’t remind me. You still haven’t answered my question Roger, where are you going?”

Roger flinched. “I was hoping you didn’t notice that part.”

Mark’s eyes grew wide. “You’re leaving again aren’t you?”

“Well…” Roger just stood there looking intensely at the floor.

Mark froze. He just remembered the last time Roger had left. It had taken him weeks to even get out of bed. Joanne had stopped by one day just to see how Mark was doing and when she first saw him she screamed. Apparently, he had looked like a ghost. At that point it hadn’t mattered to Mark how he looked, all he had known was loneliness and darkness. Angel was gone. Collins was keeping to himself a lot. Maureen was…well; Maureen and Joanne had to deal with Maureen, which takes a lot of time and effort. And Roger had told him how fucked up he was and then he ran. Mark was all alone. He could feel the black wave coming to drown him again. Mark noticed he had started shaking, and he didn’t know when he had started.

Roger was still looking at the floor, so he was oblivious to the filmmaker’s state. “So, since I’m not one for goodbyes I guess I’ll call you when I get there.” He turned without glancing over at his roommate.

“You bastard.” Mark could only feel his despair coming up and choking him.

Roger turned around. “What?”

Mark’s hands seemed to clench up into fists on their own. “You weren’t even going to say goodbye. When I woke up to find you gone, you know I would’ve panicked. But you couldn’t care less. I HAVE DONE SO MUCH FOR YOU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” He didn’t know what had possessed him; all he knew was that he had to stop Roger from leaving. He did the first thing he could think of, he slugged Roger in the gut.

“Holy shit, dude!” Roger leaned up against the door in obvious pain, but Mark didn’t care. He couldn’t let the darkness back in and the only way to do that was to keep his best friend by his side. So he hit Roger over and over again.

“STOP IT MARK!” Roger tried to move away, but Mark wasn’t letting him get too far. “Mark I swear to God, I will hit you if you don’t KNOCK IT OFF!” Mark’s response was to kick his friend on the shins. “God damn it Mark!” Roger grabbed him around the waist and carried him over to the couch. This didn’t stop him from getting in a few more punches before being dropped. “If you hit me again, I will hurt you.” Roger’s voice was barely above a whisper, but it held so much venom.

Mark finally realized what he had done. “Oh shit…” The scrawny filmmaker curled himself into a little ball and started sobbing.

Roger stood there for a second obviously torn. “Look Mark, don’t do anything stupid. I guess we’ll talk in the morning.” He grabbed his bag and walked into his room shutting the door.

Roger POV
Roger awoke the next morning in a lot of pain. He looked at his clock 8:30 AM. Wincing he remembered what had happened only hours before. He got out of bed and put on a pair of jeans. When he walked out to the living room he saw Mark curled up in the same position he had been in when Roger had left tears still streaming down his pale cheeks. Not wanting a repeat Roger walked over to the kitchen to brew some coffee. “Damn man I really didn’t know you had it in you. I think I’m actually going to be bruised.” Mark didn’t respond, he only curled up into a tighter ball. “I mean wow, you are definitely stronger than you look.” That was when Roger noticed that Mark was shaking. Considering the heat outside Roger figured that was a bad sign. He moved to sit next to his distressed friend. “Mark? You know I’m going to be fine right? You only bruised me, I’ll be ok.” He put his hand on Mark’s arm. Mark pulled away, like he had been burned by Roger’s touch. “Marky, tell me you’re ok.”

Mark turned his head toward Roger’s. “Don’t call me that.” Mark’s voice was barely above a whisper.

Roger held back the urge to laugh. “Mark, I’m sorry. I was overwhelmed, and you know me I can’t ever deal, and it was stupid. I didn’t think it would hurt you that much – well, basically I just didn’t think.”

Mark buried his head in his knees. “I’msorryIhurtyou.”

Roger felt even worse for driving his best friend to this. Mark had always been the positive force in Roger’s life telling him that everything was going to be ok. Looking at Mark’s small frame Roger knew he had dragged him down to this. Before he knew it tears were streaming down his face, and he sat there sobbing. “Shit…Fuck…”

Mark’s head shot up when he heard the sobbing. “Roger. Look I was pissed, but I overreacted.”

“I drove you to this. I dragged you down in all my shit.” Roger just leaned over and hugged his roommate, their tears falling to the floor.

They held each other for what seemed like an eternity. Mark finally pulled away, looking at the floor contemplating something for a second. He then adjusted his glasses and turned his blue eyes toward Roger searching his eyes for something.

“What?” Roger felt uncomfortable being probed like that. He had never been able to hide anything from Mark.

“Shut up.” Mark leaned over and put his lips on Roger’s. Mark grabbed the back of his head deepening the kiss and all the emotions from last night came pouring out into the kiss. The anger and frustration meeting together with their lips and tongues crashing together. It was skin on skin, both of them barely dressed from the heat. Finally, Roger pulled away for need of oxygen.