Fandom: Rent
Pairing: Mark/Roger
Rating: G
Word Count: 105
Notes: Not even a real drabble. Oh well.
Roger tosses bits of paper in the fire and watches them curl and blacken and float away before they hit the visible flame. Mark mutters something about burning the building down, but Roger’s head is in his lap, the fingers of one hand in Roger’s hair and other hand riding the soft up and down of Roger’s stomach, each breath inhaling heat and home and Mark. The ashes drift and fall. The flames fill the loft with shadows. When the paper is gone, Roger closes his eyes and fades into dreams of burnt memories and warm skin as the fire dances red against his eyelids.