NSFW | Rent Mark x Roger smut

Marger

Mark always thought about Roger.

Mark had never thought of Roger as more than just his friend ever since they BECAME friends, but for the past couple weeks Mark strangely couldn't seem to get Roger off his mind. His face, his body were always on Mark's mind. His gravelly voice, his strong chin, his callused hands, seemed to make Mark go crazy and he didn't know why. His goddamn body too- damn, Mark couldn't get his mind off Roger's body. His skinny but muscly torso, his belly showing whenever he took his jacket off always caused Mark to stare but he tried not to. Since they lived together, Mark saw Roger in just his underwear or a towel often so he had kind of like a mental photo album of pictures of Roger just out of the shower in just a towel to fantasize about. Very little was left to Mark's imagination when it came to Roger's body. Mark had even seen Roger naked a couple times, and Roger had seen him as well. All Mark could think about after seeing him like that was how Roger's body would feel grinding against his, and how Roger would feel inside him. And when Roger saw him naked Mark could only think about what Roger was thinking and feeling about him. Just the idea of Roger wanting to see him like that sent a jolt of electricity down Mark's spine. He wanted Roger to want to see him like that. He wanted Roger to want him.

It was a night in the apartment and Mark was awake. It was approaching midnight and he had been staying up working on something but it was late so he decided to finally go to bed. Roger was in their sleeping room already and in his blankets (no beds). Mark was too tired to note if Roger was asleep or not. He got under his blankets on the floor and quickly fell asleep.
A couple hours later Mark woke up seemingly from nothing and was about to just brush it off and go back to sleep when he heard something coming from the other side of the room a few meters away.
"Mmm Mark. Ooh yes yes mmm."
Mark had an idea of what was going on, but still he sat up to try to get a better look, moving his blanket out of the way to minimize the ruffling sound so as to not alert Roger. He couldn't exactly see very well since it was late at night and there wasn't anymore moonlight coming through the window, so he tried to adjust his eyes as much as he could to see what Roger was doing. A sliver of light showing through the door to the room let Mark see a bit better. Roger looked to be facing the wall and kissing his pillow which was against the wall, and moaning Mark's name. Roger's hand also appeared to be near his crotch area and moving in a certain way so Mark could make an inference as to what Roger was probably doing. Mark didn't know what to do. Was he interpreting this correctly? Was Roger really masturbating to him? Did he really want him in that way?
Mark was debating with himself in his mind on what to do, whether he should just ignore it or if he should do something. Even then, what would he do? Does he tell Roger he can hear him? Does he crawl over to Roger?
Mark would usually be much shyer in a situation like this, but the thought that Roger wanted him right then and there and that he could do something about it caused him to take action.
"Roger?" Mark whispered at him, the word falling into the dark abyss.
Roger let out a somewhat startled yelp, went silent for a second, probably out of shock, and then replied with a whisper back, "Mark?"
Shit. Mark hadn't figured out exactly what to say after that. "Uh hi." he whispered to him from across the room. "I just woke up."
"Mhm." Roger mumbled.
"So um... have you been up all night?"
"Yeah. can't sleep." Roger replied bluntly.
"Well, I'm gonna go back to sleep." Mark replied as he didn't know how to direct the conversation. He decided he might have a better time with it in the morning.

Mark woke up that next morning with a familiar feeling in his crotch region. He needed to take a shower.
When he got up he realized the shower was on and Roger was in there already. So he waited outside the bathroom door for a couple minutes, eager for Roger to be done so he could get in. Good for Mark, Roger was done just a few minutes later. Mark obviously expected him to come out in just a towel, of course, but when he actually saw Roger open the door and exit the bathroom in just a towel, Mark almost forgot why he was even there in the first place. He got so caught up in looking at Roger's toned, but not too muscly, torso that it took him a few tries to get Mark back in reality and to get his attention.
"Mark!"
Mark sprang back to reality.
"Oh. Sorry, what??"
"You're staring at me."
"Oh, sorry I um..." Mark tried to look anywhere but at Roger to try to cover up that he was staring at him, probably not doing a good job of it as Roger already knew he was staring at him and it also just made Mark look even more embarrassed. "Yeah sorry I- I zoned out."
"Ok well, you can go in there now."
"yeah. thanks." Mark walked into the bathroom ashamed. He ogled him. He didn't mean to come off like that. He just couldn't help it. He started undressing, imagining if Roger was here right now watching him strip. Wanting to watch him strip. As he stepped into the shower he put his mind on the brand new image that was put into his mind just a couple of minutes ago of Roger's naked torso, wet from just having come out of the shower. Mark, without realizing it had started touching his erection which was still there from waking up. He quietly moaned to himself as he stroked more, the image of Roger stained in his mind. Thought of Roger doing things to Mark polluted his mind. He licked his lips and made sucking motions with his mouth in real life, imagining what is would feel and taste like to be sucking Roger's dick. This is something he would be embarrassed of even Roger seeing, but he was in the shower which meant he could act out his fantasies however he wanted. I mean, Roger was probably embarrassed when Mark caught him making out with his pillow and masturbating to him as well. Mark stroked himself harder thinking back to when he caught Roger moaning his name while making out with his pillow and touching himself. Thinking about Roger wanting him. Thinking about Roger. Mark's mind once again filled with thoughts of Roger doing things to him. He settled on one scene. His mind didn't bother to think up any backstory but he was tied to a bed and Roger was ramming into him. No condom. Mark imagined how it would feel for Roger to be inside him. He imagined how it would feel to have Roger repeatedly and rigorously slamming into him. What it would feel like to have Roger's cock in his mouth. He imagined what it would feel like to have Rogers warm, hard erection slowly sliding into him. Thinking about this send a jolt of shock ran down Mark's spine. He wanted that. He needed Roger so bad. He was close to coming. He thought more about Roger's body. His naked ab muscles, his rough skin, his strong callused hands, his face, his toned arms. He imagined Roger's strong arms holding him down to a bed while he- Mark then came all over himself with a high pitched moan that was probably too loud and that Roger probably heard. Fuck. At least he wasn't moaning Roger's name. Mark then realized that the water had been room temperature and getting colder at the time of his orgasm. He didn't notice when the hot water ran out. Shit. Mark then heard a knock on the door. Before he could answer Roger broke into the room without Mark's permission.
"Dude. Stop jerking off. You've been in there for 20 minutes. You're gonna waste the hot water."
Roger "accidentally" took a peak through the shower curtain to see Mark, flustered and covered in his own cum that the shower water was slowly washing away. Roger gave him a smile and winked at him. Mark blushed even more. "Yeah-um-uh- sorry about that I uh... lost track of time." Roger left the room so Mark could exit the shower in peace. When he left Mark quickly turned the water off and wrapped himself in a towel, not even bothering to dry himself off and stepped out of the room.
Roger was right outside the bathroom as Mark exited, as he expected.
"Hi." he said playfully as he smiled and locked eyes with Mark.
"Yeah. Hi." Mark mumbled as he walked past Roger and to their shared bedroom to get dressed.