Conversing Continued

[mereprototype]

Who: Lelin, Mark
Where: Lelin's house
Invited: Private
When: July 1, just after In the Rain
Status: Incomplete

Note: As of 4/22, anyone following this not comfortable with guy/guy action may wish to stop reading.

Comments

[isolatingage]

Mark doesn't pay attention to anything that happens after he sees that picture on the wall. The guy in that photo looks exactly like Roger. The same hair, the same eyes. Right down to the stage makeup and the leather. Mark is now more aware than ever of that great black pit of lonelyness that aches in his stomach. He misses Roger right now more than ever. Now that he has a chance of survival, his mind can focus on things like losing the most important person in his life. He feels like he's going to cry.

[mereprototype]

Lelin's gone for maybe a minute, just long enough to quickly dry off, make sure his glasses are clean, and come out with the towel around his waist. He's pale, and pretty unremarkable aside from the thick surgicals scars peeking out at his left knee. There are more, further up, but people usually don't see those for obvious reasons.

He notices Marck staring at the picture and walks over to him, one hand resting on the other man's shoulder. "Remind you of your boyfriend? I know I'm not the only guy to date a wannabe rock star, but I thought he looked crazy enough to stand out in any crowd." This is starting to get a little creepy, the way they appear to have multiple things in common.

[isolatingage]

Mark glanced over at Lelin and blinked back tears. It was true. This man in the picture looked almost exactly like Roger. The only thing different was the eyes. Roger had green eyes. The most piercing, beautiful emerald green eyes that Mark had ever seen. Even in the later years when Roger's T-cells were low and they'd run out of hope, Roger's eyes were still that brillient green.

"Y-yeah." He answered softly. "How'd you know?"

Lelin

[mereprototype]

"It's the only reason you'd be staring at the picture on the verge of tears. Well, that or you knew him once. I know he spent a little time in New York before I met him." He keeps his hand where it is, for physical support since his leg still hurt and it'll be a bit before the pain pills he just took start working and for a little emotional support for both of them.

Le wants to cry, too. But if Mark loses it, he'll probably want someone reasonably put together nearby. "Kinda creepy, isn't it? I mean, you go around thinking you're the only person to have a set of events happen until you meet someone else who's been through a lot of the same."

Mark

[isolatingage]

Mark smiled at the kind offer, but politely declined. "No thanks." He whispered. "I'll be alright." Mark had that gift of being able to focus on what was bothering other people instead of his own problems. In fact, he'd much rather worry about Lelin that worry about himself. He'd rather be here holding him and comforting him. He actually hadn't noticed until now how soothing it was to be touching Lelin. His skin was so smooth and soft. Mark couldn't say he didn't like it.

Lelin

[mereprototype]

"Okay. But when you do need it, I'll return the favor," he whispers. Lelin's feeling a little better now that the hardest of his sobs have stopped. Maybe it was the crying, maybe it's the fact that for the first time since Dyu's death, he doesn't feel alone anymore.

He'd like to get a little more comfortable sitting up, but he doesn't want to offend Mark by moving in too close to him too soon. So for now, he stays where he is, tears stopping slowly.

Mark

[isolatingage]

Mark pulled back at little to look at him and smiled supportively. He ran his thumb under Lelin's eye and wiped away a small tear. "There we go." He whispered. He wanted to say 'All better', but he knew that wouldn't be true. Nothing would be all better for Lelin until Dyu came back to life. And nothing would be all better for Mark until Roger appeared. But since neither of those things was going to occur, this was as good as it was going to get.

Lelin

[mereprototype]

Le smiles back for a few seconds and leans his head into the touch a little. Mark's hand is softer than he's used to, there are no calluses from constantly holding either pen, microphone, or drumsticks, and it catches him off guard at first.

"He's probably somewhere laughing at me for this. Never understood how I could love him so much despite all his self-destructive tendencies and occasional hookups with random people he wanted."

[isolatingage]

Mark smiled up at him as he gently pet Lelin's skin. The legs felt odd and misshapen. Probably because of whatever gave Lelin his limp. Mark didn't question it. If he was meant to know, Lelin would tell him sooner or later. For now he focused on what was going on in this bed. He kissed Lelin's lips again, a little surprised, but very pleased at his answer. "I like it rough too." He murmured, grinning. Roger had been heavily into BDSM and roleplaying and things like that.

Lelin

[mereprototype]

He'll tell the story about the scars on his leg later. Right now, there are much more important things to think about. Hearing Mark admit to that makes him smirk for a few seconds. Although he's nowhere near as good at giving marks as he is enjoying taking them, he runs his nails down Mark's back hard and rocks his hips, still experimenting to see what'll turn the cameraman on the most.

Mark

[isolatingage]

Mark arched into the scratch and let out an orgasmic cry. Roger never did that. It was always biting and whipping. Oh God. He hoped that he wouldn't be thinking of Roger throughout this whole thing. Mark kissed Lelin's neck again, harder. "Oh my God." He whispered. "Please do that again."

Lelin

[mereprototype]

He smiles at the reaction his nails cause and does it again once asked to. Lelin's more used to being told, but asking works just as well. And the sound only turns him on more. Sounds usually do. With his other hand, he awkwardly tugs Mark's boxers down so he can reach down and touch him better.