Priorities (Mark/Roger)
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Mark and Roger prioritise their spending.
Priorities
"Close on Roger, looking charmingly malnourished as he rifles through the empty cabinets."
Tragically, the shot was lost as Mark ducked out of the way of an empty Captain Crunch box Roger sent flying toward him.
"There's nothing to eat," the musician complained, pouting.
"Well," Mark asked with a slight smile, "who's the one that spent half of our food money on new strings for his guitar?"
"Who's the one that spent the other half of our food money on new film for his camera?" Roger retorted, mimicking Mark's tone flawlessly.
"Well, I suppose we could dip into the Very Important Savings Jar..."
A gasp from Roger. "You mean the condoms, lube, alcohol, and other essentials money?"
"Well," replied Mark, setting down his camera and moving to place a light kiss on Roger's lips, "we can't really have much sex if we starve to death, dear."
Roger, seemingly unable to formulate a reply, simply stared, open-mouthed, at Mark (who was clearly in need of a sorting out of his priorities).
"Personally," Roger said, wrapping his arms around Mark's waist in what he was sure was a very suave manner, "I think it's all a matter of priorities. While food is a very important part of my life, sex is absolutely crucial. And besides," he added with a self-satisfied grin, "sex can provide you with a lovely beverage that's very high in protein."
"You're disgusting," Mark replied, twisting out of Roger's embrace to hit him playfully.
"Disgustingly brilliant," Roger said, grinning and grabbing Mark by the waist, easily lifting the smaller man onto the kitchen counter.
"Perhaps," Mark answered distractedly as he wrapped his legs around Roger's waist.
As the two men began kissing enthusiastically, Roger utilised his multi-tasking skills by working one hand down Mark's pants and opening a drawer with the other. After a few moments groping with both hands and coming up short with one of them, Roger froze and extracted his tongue from Mark's mouth.
"Shit."
"What?" Mark asked, brow furrowing with concern.
"No condoms."
"Shit." Mark echoed Roger's sentiment and reached for a nearby jar, pulling out a stack of bills, which he carefully counted. "Okay. We have a total of 17 dollars. We are gong to go to the store, and we are going to buy condoms and cereal, and when we come back, we'll decide whether we're going to eat or have sex first."
"Can't we do them both at the same time?" Roger grinned and kissed Mark. Realising that he still hadn't removed his hand from its former position, Roger deepened the kiss, proceeding to expertly distract Mark from their planned excursion.
The fact that giving head actually helped to satiate Roger's hunger was something Mark could never really understand.
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Mark and Roger prioritise their spending.
Priorities
"Close on Roger, looking charmingly malnourished as he rifles through the empty cabinets."
Tragically, the shot was lost as Mark ducked out of the way of an empty Captain Crunch box Roger sent flying toward him.
"There's nothing to eat," the musician complained, pouting.
"Well," Mark asked with a slight smile, "who's the one that spent half of our food money on new strings for his guitar?"
"Who's the one that spent the other half of our food money on new film for his camera?" Roger retorted, mimicking Mark's tone flawlessly.
"Well, I suppose we could dip into the Very Important Savings Jar..."
A gasp from Roger. "You mean the condoms, lube, alcohol, and other essentials money?"
"Well," replied Mark, setting down his camera and moving to place a light kiss on Roger's lips, "we can't really have much sex if we starve to death, dear."
Roger, seemingly unable to formulate a reply, simply stared, open-mouthed, at Mark (who was clearly in need of a sorting out of his priorities).
"Personally," Roger said, wrapping his arms around Mark's waist in what he was sure was a very suave manner, "I think it's all a matter of priorities. While food is a very important part of my life, sex is absolutely crucial. And besides," he added with a self-satisfied grin, "sex can provide you with a lovely beverage that's very high in protein."
"You're disgusting," Mark replied, twisting out of Roger's embrace to hit him playfully.
"Disgustingly brilliant," Roger said, grinning and grabbing Mark by the waist, easily lifting the smaller man onto the kitchen counter.
"Perhaps," Mark answered distractedly as he wrapped his legs around Roger's waist.
As the two men began kissing enthusiastically, Roger utilised his multi-tasking skills by working one hand down Mark's pants and opening a drawer with the other. After a few moments groping with both hands and coming up short with one of them, Roger froze and extracted his tongue from Mark's mouth.
"Shit."
"What?" Mark asked, brow furrowing with concern.
"No condoms."
"Shit." Mark echoed Roger's sentiment and reached for a nearby jar, pulling out a stack of bills, which he carefully counted. "Okay. We have a total of 17 dollars. We are gong to go to the store, and we are going to buy condoms and cereal, and when we come back, we'll decide whether we're going to eat or have sex first."
"Can't we do them both at the same time?" Roger grinned and kissed Mark. Realising that he still hadn't removed his hand from its former position, Roger deepened the kiss, proceeding to expertly distract Mark from their planned excursion.
The fact that giving head actually helped to satiate Roger's hunger was something Mark could never really understand.
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