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Roger James Timothy Davies (rogeringdavies) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Roger felt a wave of jealousy overcome him, was Marcus seeing someone? "Oh, a friend or a friend," he asked in what he hoped was a totally casual voice, but he rather suspected that his voice had cracked a little bit. "I didn't realise you had uh, a girlfriend or whatever?"

Roger looked at the older man impassively for a moment, considering what to do. He needed to show that he was sorry for distressing Marcus - something he was glad of in a twisted, perverse, and very painfully achieved manner - and also to show him that he cared. So, wincing slightly, he got up and walked around to Marcus. "Hey," he said quietly, before wrapping his arms tightly around the other man and leaning his head against his shoulder. He felt Marcus' heart begin to pound, and then slowly calm down as he hesitantly put his arms around Roger's back. "That's right, hug it out," Roger said, his chest vibrating against Marcus' as he chuckled. Finally letting go, he looked up at Marcus and smiled. "Okay?" he asked, before walking around the counter and sitting back down.

His heart still beating from the hug, Roger returned Marcus' small smile at the mention of the tattoo. "We'll see? I can work with 'we'll see' because it will inevitably turn into a 'Oh Roger you're so awesome for suggesting this' because I'm great," he joked, glad to steer the conversation towards something lighter.

He watched Marcus make a small, almost silent strangled noise and then take a deep steadying breath. "Yeah I probably should have told you that before now I suppose," Roger said with an amused huff. "I didn't actually realise she thought we were an item, you know since she never mentioned it until she asked what we were doing for our first anniversary and then I dropped a cake down my shirt in surprise and she hasn't brought it up and I don't quite know how to tell her and disappoint her?" This was a blatant lie of course, he totally could have told his mother who would have just been amused at her misinterpretation of the situation.

"Your mum," he asked quietly, ready to give up and deliver another hug, and possibly even a blowjob if it would make up for the fact that Roger couldn't seem to go for a whole conversation without making Marcus sad, which hurt more than it should have. With a shocked gasp he drew himself up and looked at the other man in mock indignation. "I will have you know Marcus Patrick Flint, that I have a very good filter! I think everything through," he paused and cocked his head for a moment. "Except with you, with you I just kind of blurt things out and generally embarrass the crap out of myself," he said, laughing lightly at his own expense.

The point of Marcus' words made a slightly whistling noise as they flew over Roger's head. "Yeah, well maybe you'll have to show me your deviant side one of these days," he said, thinking back to a rather memorable night he and Oliver had once shared with two sister's they'd met at a bar.

Grinning happily, Roger held eye contact with Marcus as he looked over his shoulder. "A kiss would be a good way to shut me up," he teased with a grin, "But this smells absolutely amazing and I can't wait to eat it.."