for Mark
Though he was living with Maureen, Prior had become a regular fixture at Mark's hut. So much so that it wasn't unusual for him to be there when Mark wasn't. So there was nothing strange about him slipping over in the afternoon, not long after he'd spoke with Roger for the first time in what seemed like ages. He'd ignored Maureen's snort of amusement when she'd seen him applying makeup earlier - nothing fancy, just a glow bronzer and a little eyeliner - and when he got to Mark's and found him home yet, he slipped out of his clothes and into a red silk robe. He was just feeling better lately. Healthier. He even thought that he might have put on a little bit of the weight he'd lost. In any case, it meant that he almost felt sexy for the first time in ages. And he wanted to celebrate.
He was back in Mark's bedroom finishing doing his hair when he heard the front door open and close. Since Mark didn't seem to be coming back, he took a few minutes to finish up, checked his appearance, and then walked (well, sauntered, really) into the main room.
Mark was sitting with his camera, looking over recently shot footage. Prior caught a glimpse of Roger's image on the screen and realized that he wasn't the only one who'd seen him this afternoon. Mark's eyes were fixed on Roger's shirtless form in the camera, and Prior felt a tug of jealousy.
He was back in Mark's bedroom finishing doing his hair when he heard the front door open and close. Since Mark didn't seem to be coming back, he took a few minutes to finish up, checked his appearance, and then walked (well, sauntered, really) into the main room.
Mark was sitting with his camera, looking over recently shot footage. Prior caught a glimpse of Roger's image on the screen and realized that he wasn't the only one who'd seen him this afternoon. Mark's eyes were fixed on Roger's shirtless form in the camera, and Prior felt a tug of jealousy.