027 - Sound - Mark/Roger-RENT
Title: Things you Hear when it’s Quiet.
Fandom: RENT
Rating: PG-13, for an instant of language.
Pairing: Mark/Roger, pre-slash
Time: Squeaked in under the wire...57minutes
Warning: …Roger has a potty mouth? Other than that, it’s simple allusions.
Disclaimer: These two, plus the others mentioned are not mine.
A/N: Written for both slash_100, 027. Sound challenge, and the Sleep challenge at Contre la Montre. Cheers all.
Pre-RENT, when four of the gang were living in the loft (Roger, Mark, Collins, and Benny)
Roger closed the door behind him quietly, glancing around the loft. “Mark.” He whispered. There was no sign of the cameraman. “Mark, are you here?” Nothing. The silence was eerie. When you have four boys in one very cramped space, things tend to be a bit nosy all the time. Between Collins and various boyfriends, Roger himself with his guitar, Benny on the phone with some Alison girl and Mark filming all of the above, all of this happening in the city that never sleeps, Roger had forgotten such a thing as silence existed.
He crept through the room, past two forms on the couch (“Oh lord, it’s Benny and what’s-her-face.” Roger thought.) and into the room he shared with Mark.
Mark was lying on his side in his bed, shivering a little from a lack of blankets. Roger glanced at his own bed. Sure enough, there was an extra quilt lying there conspicuously. The musician rolled his eyes. Little shit, why did he think he was so invincible? Roger snagged the thin covering and flapped it open before laying it over his friend. Mark shifted a little, as Roger sat down next to him, flipping the end over the other boys feet with a soft “fwip.”
The silence had become less so, filled with Mark’s steady breathing and occasional sigh. Roger stroked some of the hair out of his eyes, wondering what his friend was dreaming about. Mark smiled at the soft touch and snuggled closer to Roger’s leg. Roger smirked. Mark looked like a puppy when he was asleep. Actually, he looked like a puppy when he was awake too.
Another sound filled the room as Mark twitched a little. “Roger…” he whispered, hugging the other man’s leg tighter to him. Roger grinned, rubbing Mark’s temples where indents from his glasses still presented. “Yeah, Marky.” He whispered, filling the silence again. “I’m here.” He gently removed his leg from Mark’s grip and slid into the bed next to him. Both boys made a quiet noise of contentment before dozing off.
Hell…body heat was as good as any.
(Ok, crap Ending. What can I say, I tried.)
Fandom: RENT
Rating: PG-13, for an instant of language.
Pairing: Mark/Roger, pre-slash
Time: Squeaked in under the wire...57minutes
Warning: …Roger has a potty mouth? Other than that, it’s simple allusions.
Disclaimer: These two, plus the others mentioned are not mine.
A/N: Written for both slash_100, 027. Sound challenge, and the Sleep challenge at Contre la Montre. Cheers all.
Pre-RENT, when four of the gang were living in the loft (Roger, Mark, Collins, and Benny)
Roger closed the door behind him quietly, glancing around the loft. “Mark.” He whispered. There was no sign of the cameraman. “Mark, are you here?” Nothing. The silence was eerie. When you have four boys in one very cramped space, things tend to be a bit nosy all the time. Between Collins and various boyfriends, Roger himself with his guitar, Benny on the phone with some Alison girl and Mark filming all of the above, all of this happening in the city that never sleeps, Roger had forgotten such a thing as silence existed.
He crept through the room, past two forms on the couch (“Oh lord, it’s Benny and what’s-her-face.” Roger thought.) and into the room he shared with Mark.
Mark was lying on his side in his bed, shivering a little from a lack of blankets. Roger glanced at his own bed. Sure enough, there was an extra quilt lying there conspicuously. The musician rolled his eyes. Little shit, why did he think he was so invincible? Roger snagged the thin covering and flapped it open before laying it over his friend. Mark shifted a little, as Roger sat down next to him, flipping the end over the other boys feet with a soft “fwip.”
The silence had become less so, filled with Mark’s steady breathing and occasional sigh. Roger stroked some of the hair out of his eyes, wondering what his friend was dreaming about. Mark smiled at the soft touch and snuggled closer to Roger’s leg. Roger smirked. Mark looked like a puppy when he was asleep. Actually, he looked like a puppy when he was awake too.
Another sound filled the room as Mark twitched a little. “Roger…” he whispered, hugging the other man’s leg tighter to him. Roger grinned, rubbing Mark’s temples where indents from his glasses still presented. “Yeah, Marky.” He whispered, filling the silence again. “I’m here.” He gently removed his leg from Mark’s grip and slid into the bed next to him. Both boys made a quiet noise of contentment before dozing off.
Hell…body heat was as good as any.
(Ok, crap Ending. What can I say, I tried.)