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Title: Games
Rating: PG
Summary: Collins and Mark muse over a night long past.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or situations within.
Prompt: 038 - Quit Playing Games With My Heart
Pairing: Mark/Collins
Author’s Note : This is set in a during-Rent time, but Mark and Collins are remembering the past. I hope it doesn’t seem cracked out. It just kind of came to me and I had to write it.
Mark doesn’t think that Collins remembers.
It was mid-January and amidst the usual cold and misery, Maureen had insisted that Mark and Collins join her at a bar.
Mark remembered there being a lot of red signs, a lot of neon. It was almost painful. He remembered sitting at a table, across from Collins, watching as Maureen danced on a table with a completely anonymous face.
He didn’t care at that moment. When he was drunk, Maureen’s cheating seemed less surprising
“That girl’s crazy...” Collins had told him, with a dazed smile.
Mark had nodded. “This is like the fourth time she’s done this...” he’d muttered. Collins had looked odd that moment, before climbing on top of the table, grabbing Mark’s hand and pulling him up as well.
“Collins!” Mark had yelled.
“Hey,” his friend said, a drunken grin crossing his face. “Your girl’s cheating. You can do what you want. Let’s show Maureen that you can...do it too.”
His head had been swimming. He had sincerely been thinking more about not falling.
Then Collins had kissed him. Flat out kissed by one of his best friends, even a drunk Mark was a confused Mark.
Then he started to feel sick, and jumped off the table, trying to avoid killing himself in this hysteria.
“Woah, baby are you alright?” Collins asked, jumping off the table, stumbling nearly on top of him.
“Fine,” Mark had muttered.
Mark woke up at home in his bed. Collins had been lying next to him. Mark wasn’t sure what had happened (he was praying it had been nothing). He had left before Collins could wake up.
Mark could not help it, he still thought about that night, even now as he watched Collins, so very happy with Angel. If he had been more willing to admit to the attraction that had come when they were under outside influences, would he be with Collins? Would the almost perfect love between Angel and Collins had never happened? Mark sighed, and still he wondered if anything had happened. Most likely they had passed out before anything could happen, but he wondered.
Collins knows that Mark thinks he didn’t remember.
He remembered. It was impossible not to remember. Sure, he had been so wasted that it would have been believable to forget. Yet who could forget kissing Mark?
It wasn’t something easy to do.
He knew that Mark remembered, because well, Mark wasn’t nearly as drunk as he was, and the boy had an undeniable ability to remain reasonable.
Of course Mark had passed out when they got home. He hoped, and had hoped for almost a year now, that Mark did not think they did anything. He’d been trashed, but not that badly.
Oh it had been an odd feeling waking up and realizing he had spent over an hour kissing his best friend before they both fell asleep. Mark was so uninterested, as was obvious, but afterward he was. Very interested.
Collins could not help wonder what could have been if they confronted that night.
Mark could not help wonder either.
Rating: PG
Summary: Collins and Mark muse over a night long past.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or situations within.
Prompt: 038 - Quit Playing Games With My Heart
Pairing: Mark/Collins
Author’s Note : This is set in a during-Rent time, but Mark and Collins are remembering the past. I hope it doesn’t seem cracked out. It just kind of came to me and I had to write it.
Mark doesn’t think that Collins remembers.
It was mid-January and amidst the usual cold and misery, Maureen had insisted that Mark and Collins join her at a bar.
Mark remembered there being a lot of red signs, a lot of neon. It was almost painful. He remembered sitting at a table, across from Collins, watching as Maureen danced on a table with a completely anonymous face.
He didn’t care at that moment. When he was drunk, Maureen’s cheating seemed less surprising
“That girl’s crazy...” Collins had told him, with a dazed smile.
Mark had nodded. “This is like the fourth time she’s done this...” he’d muttered. Collins had looked odd that moment, before climbing on top of the table, grabbing Mark’s hand and pulling him up as well.
“Collins!” Mark had yelled.
“Hey,” his friend said, a drunken grin crossing his face. “Your girl’s cheating. You can do what you want. Let’s show Maureen that you can...do it too.”
His head had been swimming. He had sincerely been thinking more about not falling.
Then Collins had kissed him. Flat out kissed by one of his best friends, even a drunk Mark was a confused Mark.
Then he started to feel sick, and jumped off the table, trying to avoid killing himself in this hysteria.
“Woah, baby are you alright?” Collins asked, jumping off the table, stumbling nearly on top of him.
“Fine,” Mark had muttered.
Mark woke up at home in his bed. Collins had been lying next to him. Mark wasn’t sure what had happened (he was praying it had been nothing). He had left before Collins could wake up.
Mark could not help it, he still thought about that night, even now as he watched Collins, so very happy with Angel. If he had been more willing to admit to the attraction that had come when they were under outside influences, would he be with Collins? Would the almost perfect love between Angel and Collins had never happened? Mark sighed, and still he wondered if anything had happened. Most likely they had passed out before anything could happen, but he wondered.
Collins knows that Mark thinks he didn’t remember.
He remembered. It was impossible not to remember. Sure, he had been so wasted that it would have been believable to forget. Yet who could forget kissing Mark?
It wasn’t something easy to do.
He knew that Mark remembered, because well, Mark wasn’t nearly as drunk as he was, and the boy had an undeniable ability to remain reasonable.
Of course Mark had passed out when they got home. He hoped, and had hoped for almost a year now, that Mark did not think they did anything. He’d been trashed, but not that badly.
Oh it had been an odd feeling waking up and realizing he had spent over an hour kissing his best friend before they both fell asleep. Mark was so uninterested, as was obvious, but afterward he was. Very interested.
Collins could not help wonder what could have been if they confronted that night.
Mark could not help wonder either.