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Marcus Flint ([info]marcedflint) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-09-07 14:03:00

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Entry tags:character: marcus flint, character: roger davies, status: complete

Who: Roger and Marcus
What: Food and convalescing
Where: Roger's flat
When: Immediately following this
Rating: Currently SFW

All in all, Marcus figured that since it could have taken a lot longer to run his errands and get everything he needed, he was making good time by showing up in the early afternoon. Though a part of him would have liked to have been here at the crack of dawn, it was better to have let Roger get as much rest as possible.

He stood in front of the door for a few moments, unsure why it seemed like such a monumental thing to reach up and knock. Once he'd berated himself for being idiotic, he managed to actually to it, making sure that the sound was loud enough to be heard, but not so much so that it would wake someone who was sleeping.

As he waited, Marcus couldn't help tugging down the left sleeve of his shirt, a nervous habit that he didn't realize he had half the time, and got annoyed with half the time he did notice. Letting out a small sigh, he couldn't help running the hand that wasn't currently holding his bag of stuff through his hair, glancing between the floor and the door.


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[info]rogeringdavies
2014-09-07 07:14 pm UTC (link)
Roger had just got out of a long, relaxing, and yes, slightly painful shower when he heard the door knock. Connecting to the extrasensory component of his flat's wards, he saw Marcus standing there nervously fiddling with his shirt sleeve. "Shit," he muttered looking around wildly for his towel, recognising that answering the door butt naked would probably go down like a lead quaffle. Swearing, he picked up his wand and summoned a fresh towel, wrapping it around his waste and hurrying tot the door.

"Hi," he said, with a bright grin, paying special attention on not thinking too hard about how bloody gorgeous Marcus looked and thus ensuring that something else didn't also grow hard. "Come in, sorry by the way, I'd just got out of the shower and didn't want to leave you standing in hallways waiting." He turned around and walked towards his bedroom, leaving the door open so they could talk. "Make yourself at home by the way," he called. "The kitchen's to your left, through the living area."

He dressed quickly and after a moment of consideration, downed a half measure of potion with a wince. "What's in the bag, by the way," he asked, padding into the kitchen and giving Marcus a proper hello hug. "I've ordered us a bunch of Indian food, and rented out some spectacularly horrible Muggle DVDs to watch. How are you?"

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[info]marcedflint
2014-09-08 01:18 am UTC (link)
Marcus looked up when the door opened, and then immediately wished that he hadn't, because that was a lot of skin on display and it was almost impossible for him to look away, even though he knew he should. Following Roger inside, he shut the door behind him, he managed to say, "I wouldn't have minded waiting." Especially if it meant he hadn't had to be taunted with the sight of something (someone) he was never going to be able to have, no matter how much he might want them.

Standing in the foyer, it took every ounce of his mental strength not to stare after Roger's naked back, or to follow the other man into his bedroom, because even on as many pain potions as he had to be on, he was still a grown man who was capable of getting dressed without assistance.

With a shake of his head, Marcus stalked into the kitchen, following Roger's directions. Setting the bag on the counter, he pulled out the box from Melinda first, placing it off to the side where Roger would see it when he first entered the room. He was a little startled by the hug, but only because of the gesture itself, since he'd been able to hear the other man as he walked into the room. "Things to cook with," he answered as he started removing the items in question. "I did tell you that I was going to take over your kitchen."

Pointing to a seat next to the counter he'd chosen to work at, Marcus stated, "Sit down. You're supposed to be resting." He hated that he couldn't do more than this, words and food, when it was obvious by the way Roger moved that he was still in pain. One eyebrow quirked upward slightly at the last part of that statement, and even though it sounded ridiculous, he found himself asking, "What is a dee-vee-dee?"

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[info]rogeringdavies
2014-09-08 07:52 am UTC (link)
Roger winced slightly at the flush that crept over Marcus' face. A part of him - an admittedly very large part - would have loved to have walked to the door naked, wrapped his arms around Marcus' neck and bring him down for a kiss. Then spend the entire evening having sex on every conceivable surface in his flat. But he knew such wishful thinking was pointless, and silently admonished himself for wanting more from his friendship than he deserved. "I know you wouldn't have minded waiting, but my neighbours can be a bit weird. The woman across the hall probably would have tried to invite you to croquet and/or marry you off to one of her daughters."

He held the hug for perhaps a little too long, resting his head against Marcus' shoulder for a moment. "You smell nice," he commented inanely, before taking a peek into the bag and grinning. "Looks good," he said, before whooping at the sight of the box from Melinda. "Oh Merlin, did Mellie-" he started, opening the box to finding a selection of his favourites: including some brownies, cupcakes, several delectable looking vanilla slices, a bunch of potions, and even some naked magazines - no doubt from Cho. "She did," he said happily, taking a vanilla slice out before looking back at Marcus and grinning impishly. "You did, and I have to say you came prepared. If this were a date you'd definitely get some appreciative kisses at the least," he blushed scarlet for a second. "Not that I'm suggesting that you... well, you know you don't like men so- I wasn't trying to," he paused, closing his eyes for a second. "I wasn't coming onto you then, the potions just seem to utterly remove the filter between my brain and my mouth." Thunking his head on the bench he sighed. "What food are you making, anyway," he asked his voice somewhat muffled.

Lifting his hands in mock surrender, Roger sat down on one of the stools, thoughtfully munching on his vanilla slice and somehow miraculously avoiding covering himself in custard and icing. "Yes, O Captain, My Captain," he replied with a smirk. The deeply amused expression on the other man's face, brought a chuckle burbling up from Roger's chest. "A DVD is a..." he looked around, vainly trying to explain. "It's a disc that holds the images of a play on it, sort of. I got us Pirates of the Caribbean which is about pirates, Finding Nemo which is about fish, and Kill Bill volumes 1, and Troy if you want something with action in it."

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[info]marcedflint
2014-09-08 04:11 pm UTC (link)
Marcus couldn't quite stop a snort of amused disbelief at that, since it seemed a little outside the realms of possibly, but he didn't argue the point.

If Marcus were a braver person, or even more like Roger himself, even he could see see a way to make a comment about come ons that would make sense, and get the message across that he was interested, that he wouldn't have any problems with this being an actual date. But he wasn't, so rather than bring anymore attention to the matter, he simply answered the final question that the other man had asked. "Potato, bacon and cheese soup," he said, starting to rifle through Roger's cabinets for a cutting board. "Though, I've been reminded that I have to ask how you like your bacon, since apparently burnt to a crisp is not how everyone likes theirs," he added, amusing himself with the comment.

It was a relief to have Roger sit without any more trouble than that sarcastic comment, and Marcus just rolled his eyes before beginning to look for the other things he'd need for preparing food. He still didn't quite understand Roger's explanation, but he figured that trying to get a better idea would just confuse him more, and he didn't want the other man to exert himself any more than necessary, even if it was something as simple as talking. "I suppose you'll just have to demonstrate," he commented lightly, as though the idea wasn't intriguing.

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[info]rogeringdavies
2014-09-08 04:35 pm UTC (link)
"No, really," Roger said with a huge grin. "They've tried to set me up multiple times, and you're about seven times more handsome than I am so they'd totally try it!"

He sighed with relief, glad that Marcus didn't take instant offensive to the unfortunate truthfulness that the healing potions seemed to have on Roger. Feeling slightly brave from that fact, he lifted his head and smiled at Marcus. "Bacon, Cheese, and Potato soup actually sounds amazing. We can eat if with the Rogan Josh and also naan. So much naan. As for the bacon, well slightly less black is good, but I will eat anything someone cooks for me really. Its amazing I'm not thirty stone right now." He ducked his head down for a moment. "Thank you, by the way. It means a lot to me that you've come over to look after me, and I'm sorry for worrying you."

"Cutting board's in the drawer, by the way," he said, watching Marcus search around. He amused himself for a moment watching Roger look around at some of the ridiculous cooking apparatuses in Roger's kitchen, all of them carefully warded to stop their electronics turning to sand at the first surge of magic. "Demonstrating is good," he replied easily. "I think we'll watch Pirates first? I went and bought it because I actually don't have that many DVDs, well I do but most of them were given to me by Melly and Cho and Ben as a present and they're uh," he coughed delicately. "Well, pornographic in nature. Anyway, do you like pirate stories?"

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[info]marcedflint
2014-09-09 03:20 am UTC (link)
Marcus rolled his eyes at Roger's insistence, amused all over again as he said, "Whatever you say." It was nice to think that the younger man thought he was handsome, if nothing else.

Although he didn't understand about half of the response he received, he was glad he could parse out an answer to the question he'd attempted to ask, at least. A whisper of the paranoia that had probably kept him alive a few years ago wanted to object to how dangerous it could be to accept food from just anyone, the way Roger was implying, but he recognized the instinct as one that wasn't applicable to the current situation, so he didn't voice that thought. "I'd be amazed if you could eat enough to be thirty stone with training the way it is," he said instead.

Marcus looked up just in time to see Roger's head go down, and after a moment he said quietly, "You don't have to thank me." The concept was ridiculous, actually, because where else would he be when Roger was hurt now because of him?

With a small nod of thanks, he managed to find the cutting board as directed, steering clear of everything that was unfamiliar - like the strange glass cylinder with tiny knife blades in the bottom and the bulky box on the counter with an array of buttons along one side - before going to wash his hands in the sink, the ends of his sleeves rolled up just past his wrists, though not any higher. After their conversation about tattoos the other day, Marcus didn't think that Roger would have any sort of issues if he did accidentally expose the Mark, but years of hiding it unless he was alone was a difficult habit to break.

He was beginning to realize just how true Roger's statement earlier about not having a filter really was, and he had to close his eyes for a moment against the sight of the younger man saying the word 'pornographic', though of corse that didn't help him from hearing it echo inside his mind long after the sentence was over. Thank Salazar he hadn't been holding the knife just yet, because chances were he would have sliced his own finger off, what with how distracted he was apparently able to be with just a single word.

Moving to start peeling potatoes, Marcus forced himself to focus once more, and then managed to answer, "Sure. Blackbeard was a pirate, right?"

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[info]rogeringdavies
2014-09-09 06:25 am UTC (link)
Roger grinned toothily at his friend, punching him in the arm playfully. “I do say! You strong, tall, and handsome types are always irresistible,” he said, fluttering his eyelashes in what he hoped was a playful manner, as opposed to a lovesick one. Luckily, Marcus wasn’t as mesmerizingly irresistible as a Veela. At least, he wasn’t supernaturally so, though in Roger’s humble opinion he was far, far more attractive than Fleur had ever been.

Seeing Marcus’ mystified expression, Roger smiled. Rogan Josh is a sort of uh, well it’s a curry. A thick spicy stew that you eat with rice,” he hedged, frowning and biting his lip. “Naan is a kind of flatbread, in this case garlic flavoured which you eat with the curry and rice. Between that and the soup we should be well and truly covered in the food department.” Marcus’ face when serious for a moment, and Roger felt a spike of lust stir in his stomach. It really wasn’t fair for anyone to be as attractive as Marcus was when he was unsure, confused, or shocked. It made Roger want to both kiss him and go down on him, which was a problem because he had a tendency to wear those expressions a lot. “I accept that challenge,” he said with a huge grin. “I’m sure Mellie would be more than willing to try and get me up to thirty stone, especially when she decided to change up her menu.”

He flashed the other man a grin. “Well I’m grateful anyway, especially since you’re not yelling at me for jumping in front of the foul like Melinda and Cho will,” he ducked his head again. “I couldn’t– the idea of you being hurt brings me pain. I can’t handle anyone I really care about getting hurt.”

The wary looks Roger gave his blender and microwave were almost enough to send him into a fit of the giggles, but he valiantly resisted, sure that it would have been a bad idea. The urge for laughter died as he saw Marcus look down at his wrists and grimace to himself almost imperceptibly. “You can lift your sleeves up, you know,” Roger said, looking directly at Marcus. “I don’t care, and you should be comfortable. I love- like you just the way you are, no matter what happened in the past.” Internally groaning, he industriously busied himself with eating a slice of mud cake.

He tilted his head as Marcus closed his eyes and took a deep steadying breath. “Ha, sorry,” he apologised blithely. Cho and Ben thought it would be great to get me a whole stack of gay, straight, and bisexual porn movies to watch uh, amuse myself with. I would show you, because some of the dialogue is actually ridiculous, and the scenarios are blatantly stupid, but I don’t know that you’d appreciate that, would you?”

He nodded easily. “He was actually, but I think you’ll like this one? The story is totally fun and stupid and the cinematography,” he stopped himself and shook his head with an amused huff. “I’m a little bit of a movie nut, so feel free to hit me if I talk too much during them yes?”

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[info]marcedflint
2014-09-09 12:17 pm UTC (link)
"I've been reliably informed that I shouldn't yell at you," he said, distracting himself from watching Roger's face as he spoke by paying attention to the potato in his hands and making sure he didn't slice something open accidentally. "Not that I would have anyway, since you're supposed to be recuperating." He paused to try and think of the best way to react to the last part of that statement, and then continued dryly, "And I take it you didn't consider how I'd feel about being the reason you're recovering from, what was it, four broken ribs?"

That really was the worst part of this whole mess, knowing that it was, at least in some small way, his fault that Roger was in the state he was currently in. Yes, he was aware that the man had made his own choices in the matter, but Marcus couldn't help feeling at least partially responsible. It should be such a small thing, nearly insignificant in light of all the other things that he was to blame for, and yet it was the one that had kept him awake for hours the night before.

Looking up at Roger's careful tone, Marcus arched an eyebrow at the younger man, though he didn't comment or question it, and after a moment, he pushed at the fabric gathered at his wrists. The shirt he'd chosen was one of his more comfortable ones, a dark gray that pulled over his head with just a few buttons at the top, ridiculously soft, and he could no longer remember where it came from, but it made the motion much easier than if he'd put on a dress shirt or a button down. The Mark was as ugly as ever, a more muted black than it had been in the past, the lines of it beginning to blur together in such a way that it was almost unrecognizable except for the fact that it was obvious what it was.

Rather than draw more attention to his action, he gave the latest concoction in front of Roger a skeptical look and asked, "Are you even going to have room for real food?" He let the question linger in the air for a moment while he looked a little horrified at himself and then shook his head as he muttered, "Merlin, I sound just like her."

Turning back to the food at hand, Marcus was able to finish peeling the potatoes and begin dicing them. He made himself be extra careful as Roger explained, though really, it was far more information than he needed, because he was certain that it was going to come back and haunt him later. Amuse himself indeed, and Merlin, he had no shame left if he was fixating on that. It took him a few seconds too long to realize that he'd been asked a question, and another few after that to formulate an appropriate response. "Most likely not," he was finally able to admit, feeling as slow and dumb as he was still sometimes accused of being.

With a small, teasing smile Marcus countered, "Stop you from talking? Never." Roger didn't need to know that the sentiment was true, even if he'd made it sound like a joke.

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[info]rogeringdavies
2014-09-09 02:11 pm UTC (link)
Roger snorted indelicately and looked at Marcus drolly. "Let me guess, Melly instructed you not to yell at me for being an idiot," he asked with a half-smirk. "I suppose it is a bit unfair on you, but really, I'm a big boy. I can take whatever you want to put to me." He looked at Marcus totally taken aback for a moment, wondering how he could even begin to explain the thought process behind his actions. It was visceral and instinctual, protect him at all costs, probably tied to the fact that he'd been enormously angry at the opposing beater for trying such a stupid thing in the first place. Instead, he looked at Marcus, his face set. "I'd rather get hurt a thousand times over than see you get hurt at all," he said with absolute conviction. "It's not your fault that I'm hurt either. It's mine, and it's that git on the other team."

He felt a strange and utterly ridiculous thrill as Marcus carefully pushed his sleeves up to above the elbow. The mark was hugely ugly and beginning to fade and blur together, but it was a part of the older man, but it was a part that he could change. "You should get like a sleeve or a half sleeve," Roger commented, with a nod towards the tattoo. "I can't think of anything sexier than a man with a sleeve tattoo. Plus you could get all sorts of pictures incorporated into it that mean things to you." He scrunched his forehead for a moment, thinking. "Like maybe a quaffle, and something Hogwarts related, and a crup, or anything really all melded together in an awesome and colourful design? I might even get one at the same time as you."

Roger grinned and leant forward with a smile. "I cross my heart on pain of a whipping that I will finish everything you put in front of me, Cap," he said, his smile morphing into a cheeky grin. Marcus wasn't actually the Captain, but he may as well be - being more senior and more respected by the other players than the actual captain was. "Who do you think you sound like," he asked tilted his head with a lazy quirk of his eyebrow. "Because you sounded exactly like my mother just then. Who you should totally meet! Although she does think you and I are dating which I've only just found out," he added, before wincing and sending Marcus his very best apologetic puppy dog eyes. "Fuck me but these potions are bad for my filter."

He laughed ruefully at Marcus' shocked silence, berating himself for brining up the porn. Mister Squarejaw McPerfecthair had probably never watched porn in his life. In fact, seeming as he'd never watched any sort of movie, the most he would have seen would have maybe been Wizard porn, with it's moving photographs, and actors that always seemed to end up bored in their scenes and going and hooking up with the actors in other scenes. It was rather impressive. Shaking his head, Roger refocused. "That's because you aren't a filthy deviant like me I suppose," Roger joked, with a huff of amusement at his own expense.

He threw his head back and laughed, grinning like a maniac. "Oh Marcus, there are plenty of ways for you to get me to shut up! Putting food in my mouth, putting your hand over my mouth," he scratched his head, thinking. "I suppose kissing me would probably shut me up, or massaging my head, or reading something to me, or did I mention food? Food shuts me up."

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[info]marcedflint
2014-09-10 12:19 am UTC (link)
"No," Marcus answered with a shake of his head. "A friend who has known me for a long time," he offered instead, though he wasn't going to throw Pansy's name out there.

"And I'd rather not see you get hurt at all," Marcus retorted, hearing a little bit of his residual anger at the situation creep into his tone, and he hoped Roger didn't think it was aimed at him. He took a deep breath and then muttered, "I've caused other people more than enough pain already." Once the words were out of his mouth, he instantly regretted them - not because they weren't true (Merlin were they true) - but because he hated reminding people, both others and himself, of the things he'd done.

Forcing himself to breath deeply for a moment, Marcus managed to calm himself back to a usual level. The neutral tattoo topic helped as well, as did Roger's grin. He could feel the corner of his own mouth turning upwards slightly as he said, "We'll see." Because although the concept itself had indeed taken root in his brain, he'd yet to figure out exactly what he would want to put on his body instead. The Mark had been a statement, albeit a negative one, and it didn't quite seem right to him to mask that statement with something trivial. So while he was partial to the idea itself, the specifics were going to take a little longer to get solidly in place, he felt.

At the question, Marcus looked down with a small smile, about to explain Rakey and her diligent manner of making sure he'd eaten properly as a child, feeling more even-keeled about the conversation, and being here overall. Of course, Roger's words just kept flowing, which really wasn't a problem, and he was content to let the words wash over him until the other man ran out of breath or things to say. At least, until the mention of Roger's mother and what she thought, which sent a wave of panic through him before he was able to rein it in. Reminding himself that that wasn't an acceptable reaction, he let out a slow breath, and gave the onion he was dicing (spell in place to keep the fumes from bothering either of them) far more concentration than it really deserved until he felt normal again.

"Well, she seems to handle that concept better than Phillipa would," he commented, not looking away from the cutting board. It was probably strange for him to refer to his mother by her first name, but he was pretty sure his family had never fallen into any definition of normal, even by Pureblood societal standards. In an attempt to move away from the topic, he commented, "You know, if you'd tried to tell me before today that you even had a filter, I'm not sure I would have believed it." His tone was aiming for teasing, and he glanced up to offer Roger a small smile to go along with it.

Starting to heat up the pan he would need to cook the bacon in, Marcus only vaguely heard Roger's response, though the word deviant came through loud and clear, and he had to stop himself from shuddering at the memory of his father saying that word in a very different context. Pushing it away, because he was getting sick of the ghosts of his past interfering with his enjoyment of Roger's company, he answered distractedly, "Don't be too sure about that."

Standing at the stove, Marcus had to look back over his shoulder at Roger's laugh, the sound drawing another small smile out of him. Chuckling to cover his blush at the thought of kissing Roger to make him stop talking, he said, "Well, if you wait ten more minutes, this will be done."

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[info]rogeringdavies
2014-09-10 01:39 am UTC (link)
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.."

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[info]marcedflint
2014-09-10 12:02 pm UTC (link)
Although Marcus didn't catch the inflection of the first question, the second took him by surprise, and he glanced over at Roger with confusion written all over his face even as he said with a disbelieving snort, "No."

As focused as he was on his cooking, trying to will away the negative emotions that were attempting to choke him, Marcus didn't even realize that Roger had moved until he felt the other man's hands on him. Taken by surprise as he was, he couldn't cut off his instinct to stiffen, and for a moment every muscle in his body was tensed, ready for a fight until he forced himself to relax. His return of the gesture was slow and awkward, though Marcus had to admit that he rather enjoyed having Roger in his arms and personal space, even if it was a pale, platonic replica of what he actually wanted. He'd learned long ago to take what he could get, because anything more than that was a pipe dream. Rolling his eyes at Roger's joke, he pushed the younger man back towards the chair he'd claimed, and said, "Sit, or your bacon will be burnt."

Ignoring the way he wanted nothing more than to put his hands back on Roger, Marcus turned his attention back to the frying pan, removing the pieces of cooking meat with a practiced move even as he told him teasingly, "We'll see about that too."

Marcus chuckled at Roger's explanation, finding the irony of the situation too much for him to contain. Nodding in response to Roger's question, he kept his eyes on the ingredients he was combining for the final steps of his recipe as he said, deliberately light in his tone, "If my mother ever got that idea in her head, she would probably murder me." Which really, wasn't completely outside the realm of possibility. Phillipa had never been totally stable, even before her illness, and the aftermath of the war had left her worse than ever.

He grinned at Roger's joke, hoping that it covered the slight winds he hadn't been able to stifle at his full name - the perils of being named for a man he blamed for his involvement in the war - and responded, "Well, it's nice to know I'm special, I suppose."

Feeling his cheeks flush at the suggestion, he heard himself say, "Maybe." Not that he hadn't considered it before - would it really be so bad, to give in to Roger's flirtations and have one night with the man? But Marcus knew himself, and he was well aware that he'd never be content with just one, so it was better to not know what he was missing, rather than to have it once and then never again.

"I can only hope it tastes as good as it smells," he said, blatantly ignoring the comments about kissing Roger. "Although, Rakey would probably be upset if I somehow managed to mess up her recipe, especially when it's the first thing I ever learned to cook."

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[info]rogeringdavies
2014-09-10 01:28 pm UTC (link)
Roger felt himself visibly relax at Marcus' derisive snort. "Oh well, good," he said, going slightly pink. "I'm glad." He shook his head quietly, mortified at his complete and utter inability to be smooth or charming with Marcus. No matter how he approached a situation, it all came out in idiot.

He grinned impishly at Marcus as he sat back down in his seat ignoring how much he'd liked being held, and how safe it had made him feel. "Sorry Marc, but making you feel good takes precedence over bacon. I love bacon, but I love you more." He poked his tongue out deciding that the he could probably pass that little nugget of truth off as the potion.

He snorted and shook his head, even while he imagined the other man with a tattoo down his arm. The image was hot. Very hot. So was the teasing way that Marcus replied. Roger decided to keep him mouth firmly shut and not risk further embarrassment.

Roger frowned slightly at the older man's utterly cavalier attitude to the fact that his mother would probably murder him if she thought he was gay. "That, what? Are you serious? I'm so sorry. I... I'm so sorry." His brow furrowed further. "I would- I would never want to come between you or your family or anything like that, you know being a rather spectacularly out bisexual person."

He laughed and nodded before assuming a mock serious expression. "You are special Marc, very special. You could even say that you're precious to me, although it has just occured to me that making Gollum's voice may be slightly lost on someone who hasn't seen Lord of the Rings."

Roger felt his eyebrows shoot up in surprise and pleasure. "Maybe, really?" He leaned back and assessed Marcus for a long moment then laughed. "You know I feel like I do myself a disservice sometimes. I'm like Ollie, neither of us are actually particularly promiscuous, we're just so used to Penny Dreadful and Rita Skeeter writing about us in that way that we just kid of, pan it up?" He made a face, deciding to be completely earnest and honest. "It'd be nice to not have the expectation to be a manwhore, like you and Vikesh you know?"

He lifted his brows questioningly. "Rakey, who's Rakey?"



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[info]marcedflint
2014-09-10 09:57 pm UTC (link)
Marcus decided he was better off not knowing why Roger felt that way - didn't want to give himself false hope by thinking about what the other man might have thought about any potential romantic relationship he may or may not have - and instead focused on the food once again. "Maybe so, but I'll be rather disappointed in myself if the first thing I ever cook for you doesn't turn out properly."

Sensing that he'd made Roger uncomfortable, Marcus shrugged and offered, "It's an old Pureblood mentality, like most of the things my mother believes in." He considered himself lucky that none of those other things had been ingrained in him the way his parents had so obviously tried to do. In fact, about the only thing they'd taught him that had stuck had been his manners, which got used far more frequently than anything else he might have picked up from them.

Arching an eyebrow at the statement, Marcus said, "Sometimes it's like you're speaking a different language, since I have no idea what you're saying." Although 'Lord of the Rings' did ring a vague bell in the back of his mind, but with no inkling of where he might know it from, he dismissed the thought and focused on Roger again instead.

He'd been smirking at the younger man, about to make a comment about him and Oliver being two peas in a pod, until the very last sentence. Feeling the expression drop right off his face to be replaced with a small frown, he asked seriously, "Please never put me and Moon in the same sentence, ever again."

As he put the final pieces of parsley in the soup and removed it from the heat, he frowned just a little at the question. "Rakey is the house elf who raised me," he answered quietly, a little wary of the response that statement would get. Marcus was aware that there were plenty of people who didn't approve of families or individuals who owned house elves, but he had no idea what Roger's thoughts on the subject were. It wasn't as though it were a topic that would come up in everyday conversation. But it was part of his life, and not something that he shied away from. "My childhood has more memories of her than either of my parents," he offered, a truth he knew he wasn't alone in as far as Pureblood child went.

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[info]rogeringdavies
2014-09-11 05:46 am UTC (link)
Roger watched Marcus go slightly pink, and then strangely frown for a moment. Shaking his head and grinning, he pointed accusingly at the older man. "If you get weird and disappointed with yourself I will have no choice but to tackle you to the couch and hug you until you feel better. It works for Cho, Ben, and Ollie, so I'm sure it will work for you. Besides," he added, sniffing the air and smiling happily. "If it tastes anywhere near as good as it smells you won't have to worry about disappointing yourself."

"Silly way of thinking, if you ask me," Roger said shaking his head sadly. "You should be able to be who you are without who you are being..." He paused and shook his head for a moment. "That potion really has clicked in. What was I saying? Oh! There's a Dr Seuss quote: 'Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind' which was really popular in Ravenclaw." He smiled apologetically. "I like you are, anyway."

He was about tor respond when he was suddenly forcibly reminded of something that Ben had said when they'd watched the movies with the girls. He tried to bring his mirth under control until he looked at Marcus who looked deeply concerned, a fact that only brought a fresh wave of laugher. Eventually, gasping for breath and with tears streaming down his face, he managed to speak: "I'm so sorry Marc, just I suddenly remembered a thing that Ben said when we watched the Lord of the Rings. 'I'll be the Lord of your ring Mister Frodo' and I just," he took a shuddering breath. "I'm probably not helping my case with the whole speaking another language thing. But I'm totally willing to teach you Muggle pop-culture."

The grumpy face that Marcus made at being lumped with Moon nearly brought Roger down into fresh waves of mirth. Controlling himself, he merely smiled sweetly. "I forget you don't like him. But don't worry Marc, you two don't even compare to one another. You're my favourite."

He lifted his brows, and then nodded. It wasn't uncommon for the children of Pureblood families to be raised by house elves, in fact the children of most wealthy people were in fact raised by staff. "She must be an amazing elf, if she raised someone as amazing as you," he said evenly. He was a great supporter of Elfin rights, but he also recognised that the status quo wasn't Marcus' fault, and indeed that Marcus appeared to only be as functional as he was because of his nanny. "Different from my childhood," he said with a laugh. Most of my childhood I was playing with the other kids in the village, or being looked after by Mrs. Jones - my mum's friend. I'm still really close to her kids, but you know I can't tell them about anything."

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[info]marcedflint
2014-09-11 09:37 pm UTC (link)
Admittedly, hugs were not exactly the first thing that came to Marcus' mind at the suggestion of Roger tackling him onto anything. Feeling his ears flush even more, he answered, "I don't think you'd accomplish much if you tried." Glancing over at the younger man, he added, "And that's not a challenge, especially since you're injured."

He listened without interrupting, warmed by Roger's thoughts on the matter, and he had to wonder at the freedom such a mindset would allow for. "That's a nice sentiment," Marcus commented, though he didn't add that that way of thinking was, unfortunately, something he wasn't currently able to subscribe to, even if it was a tempting thought to do so. "Is that some sort of Muggle philosopher?" he asked instead, a little curious about the quote and it's origins.

The spontaneous laughter was slightly concerning, though considering the number of pain potions the man had to be on, it wasn't quite as worrisome as it could have been. Marcus could feel his eyebrows furrowing slightly, his confusion evident on his face - which really only seemed to happen around Roger, because the majority of the time he was able to keep himself composed - as the younger man rambled. He almost wanted to ask, but refrained, figuring it was better to just wait and see. "I'm just chalking it all up to the potions and you can explain when you're feeling like yourself again," he responded, a hint of a smile appearing on his face.

Snorting out his feelings on that matter - which, when it came to Moon, was never anything positive - and seeing the look on Roger's face, he said, mock seriously, "I'd better be, seeing as I'm not on an opposing team."

There was a distinct sense of relief that Roger didn't seem angry or upset by the revelation. Marcus didn't stop himself from smiling softly at the compliment, to both of them, and said, "She's wonderful." And he had no idea how much of a mess he'd be now if she hadn't been there when he'd first been released, what with all the unresolved emotional and mental baggage he had been carrying with him. Not that those weren't still there - he was just better equipped to deal with them now.

Bending to lean against the counter, his arms crossed on top of it, Marcus' head tilted slightly to the left as he listened to Roger talk about his childhood. "I can't imagine," he said quietly, "Having to hide something so huge, especially since it has a part in defining who you are." The irony of that statement, coming from himself, wouldn't hit him until much later, when he was reliving this conversation at home, alone.

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[info]rogeringdavies
2014-09-12 03:57 am UTC (link)
Roger narrowed his eyes at Marcus for a moment. “You’re lucky I’m not injured,” he said, with a pout. “In fact when I am not injured I am going to tackle you to a couch and hug you. I may even fall asleep on top of you.” The look he gave Marcus was one that was clearly attempting to be pious but was ruined by the smirk he couldn’t seem to shift. “It’s only right, Marc. Only decent.

“It’s an awesome sentiment, thankyou for noticing,” Roger said with a wink. “Dr Seuss was, well he wrote children’s books. But they’re surprisingly adroit and erudite. I grew up with them, ‘specially since my mum was raised as a Muggle. Not that my grandmother was particularly interested in being motherly you understand, but somewhere along the way mum heard all the Muggle fairytales. My god but I am rambling. Marcus for the love of all that is holy will you please put something in my mouth to shut me up?

He felt himself melt slightly at the older man’s slightly amused expression at his Lord of the Rings explosion. “It’s from the movie Lord of the Rings. I’ll watch it with you on one of our dinner nights?” Speaking of dinner, his stomach grumbled, and he laughed. “This food smells so good. Would you be unable to function if we ate on the sofa?” He flicked his wand and summoned the Indian food and several plates, which he then sent off to sit on the coffee table.

Roger smiled easily at the other man as he got up and walked over to the sofa. “I’m glad you had someone,” he said as he settled down on the sofa and looked over it to Marcus, who was walking towards him. “The whole magical secrecy thing is why I try to be honest in the rest of my life,” he added with a frown. “Anyway, let’s talk about something happier,” he said, picking up the remote and pressing play to begin the movie.

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[info]marcedflint
2014-09-12 12:19 pm UTC (link)
Even knowing he probably shouldn't encourage this line of thinking, mostly for his own sanity, Marcus couldn't quite stop the small snort that escaped him. "You could try," he said in a tone that made it clear he didn't think Roger would be very successful.

Chuckling at the run on sentence that just kept pouring out of Roger's mouth, Marcus grabbed a spoon out of the drawer where he'd seen them in his search for a cutting board, and after scooping up a small bite of the cooling soup, held it out to the younger man. "Tell me what you think," he said, waiting for Roger to take the utensil with a small smile.

"Your house, your rules," Marcus answered with a shrug of his shoulders. It wasn't as though eating on the sofa was something he'd never done before, though admittedly he hadn't ever had company while doing so. But after hearing Roger's stomach from clear across the room, he really just wanted the other man to eat as soon as possible.

Following him out into the living room, Marcus sat down only once Roger had taken his place, almost perched on the edge of the cushion as if he were going to need to jump up at any moment. He barely registered the younger man's comments, acknowledging them with a distracted nod of his head. Most of his attention was taken up by the large rectangle with moving pictures and sound emanating from it.

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[info]rogeringdavies
2014-09-12 02:41 pm UTC (link)
Roger opened his mouth in surprise and delight. "Oh it's so on Flint, I accept that challenge and I will tackle you and shower you with affection. WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT." He snorted, his mind suddenly filled with the possibility of pinning Marcus to the floor in the showers at the club. Then his mind properly considered the idea of pinning Marcus to the floor in the showers at the change rooms, and on the benches, and against the wall, and suddenly the blood rushed out of his brain and headed south.

He looked up at Marcus with a quirked eyebrow. "I was joking when I said sticking something in my mouth would shut me up you know," he said conversationally as he took the spoon and groaned with appreciation at the delightful combination. "That is so good! I may have to prevail upon you for the recipe."

"Yes, that is true isn't it," he said with a huge smirk. "New rule: people with names beginning with 'M' and ending 'Arcus Flint' have to take off their shirts," he teased. "Although really, you have an amazing body. I'm always slightly envious when I watch you work out at the gym." He paused and toppled over onto his back in sudden mortification at what he'd revealed. Counting to three, he sat back up again and grinned as if he hadn't just revealed his voyeuristic tendencies. Luckily he hadn't mentioned how often he was deeply impressed by the sight of Marcus naked. "But yeah, I think we'll eat here. We can watch the telly that way."

He was about to say something more when Marcus' eyes went very large at the sight and sound of Johnny Depp à la Jack Sparrow alighting onto the dock. "Welcome to the world of Muggle entertainment mate," Roger said, grabbing a piece of garlic naan to eat with his soup. He ate his soup in companionable silence, looking over occasionally to peak at Marcus' adorably transfixed expression. After he'd finished his bowl, and grabbed himself some onion rice an curry, he gently poked Marcus' knee with his foot. "You can eat and watch you know."

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[info]marcedflint
2014-09-13 02:57 am UTC (link)
With a shake of his head, Marcus commented, "I thought I just said it wasn't a challenge. I mean, I could be wrong, but I'm relatively sure I remember those words coming out of my mouth not that long ago." His tone turned teasing at the end, with another hint of a smile.

Roger's groan sent a shiver that Marcus refused to identify down his spine, and the quiet traitorous corner of his brain committed it to memory while idly wondering how else to get the other man to make that noise again. Ignoring that part of himself, he offer Roger a small, almost shy smile as he said, "Thanks."

Unable to resist, Marcus smirked back at Roger as he said, "Some rules were meant to be broken." He actually felt rather relieved that Roger had made it so that the younger man couldn't see the flush that took over the tips of his ears at that comment, even if he didn't know what to make of it. Seeing as he was certain it wasn't for the reasons he might have privately liked it to be.

Marcus turned his head in Roger's direction, though his eyes stayed on the screen for a moment longer and then snapped over to the younger man. Following his example, he took some food for himself, eating in small careful bites that would ensure he didn't make a mess.

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[info]rogeringdavies
2014-09-13 05:03 am UTC (link)
Roger nodded with a smirk. "I heard the words 'not' and 'challenge' and I knew that I had to do the opposite of what you told me to," he said, with a small laugh. "Besides every male-attracted person on the planet will be staring daggers at me for straddling Witch Weekly's Sexiest Quidditch Player 2003."

He grinned at the older man. "It's decided, do you prefer lasagne, pastitso, or mousasaka? That's what I'm making for you next Sunday. "

Roger snorted, hoping he could play the whole thing off as a joke. "Rules like the one of decency where your rippling muscles give half the team the vapours, Cap? Because that is a rule that the team is happy for you to continue breaking." He sobered and looked over his shoulder seriously. "I am serious though, Ollie and I are always talking about how hard it is to keep the muscle on and you're just there being perfect. It's totally not fair."

He laughed gaily and scooted closer to Marcus, happily eating his curry and rice. "You should try the curry, man," he suggested, before grinning evilly. "That's if you can pull your eyes away from Keira Knightly, or is it Orlando Bloom and Jack Davenport that you're ogling right now?" Yawing slightly, he served himself another bowl of curry and selecting a cheese naan to go with it. He glanced at Marcus who was staring transfixed at Geoffrey Rush's zombie get up, and laughed. Carefully he filled a bowl and pushed it at Marcus. "Here Marc, eat while it's as Orlando shirtless."

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[info]marcedflint
2014-09-13 06:09 am UTC (link)
"I'm never going to live that down, am I," Marcus muttered, though it was far more of a statement than a question. "Besides, you're not really one to talk, are you Mister Wizards Quarterly Man of the Year 2004." It should probably be a little worrisome that he could remember that off the top of his head, but much like they'd done to him, the team had blown up the article and stuck it to the front of Roger's locker and kept it there for a week. It was a little difficult to forget Roger's face winking at him every time he walked through the locker room.

With a small shrug, Marcus answered, "Pastitso or moussaka, I think. I'm taking Pansy out for Italian sometime this week, so lasagne is out."

Rolling his eyes, Marcus snorted lightly. "Perfect is a bit of a stretch." He just worked hard, though more than once he'd actually been kicked out of the team gym because coach thought he was working too hard.

Although he noticed that Roger was suddenly closer than he had been, Marcus didn't pay it much mind, which was actually somehow of an accomplishment on his part. There had been a time when no one would have been able to get within two feet of him without at least an exhausting tension taking over all his muscles. He ignored the comment about ogling, because that was just asking for trouble, though he did lean forward to grab more of the food that was presented. As he sat back, he caught sight of Roger's yawn out of the corner of his eye, and that simple action made it so that the younger man immediately had all of Marcus's attention again. "You doing okay," he asked quietly, the concern evident in his voice. If Roger was getting tired, he most definitely didn't want to impose, even if the television was more than a little entrancing.

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[info]rogeringdavies
2014-09-13 07:08 am UTC (link)
Roger laughed easily. "No, but not any more so than anyone else on the team who's won an award." He looked Marcus up and down pointedly. "Especially when it's definitely deserved. Plus you beat Moon to the post so that must have made it at leas somewhat worth it?" He threw his head back and laughed at the other man's mention of the WQ award. "I still wish you could have been my date to that," he said, still chortling. "Although Penny Dreadful nearly creamed herself writing that exposé about all the sex Ollie and I apparently had with one another at the award

Frowning, he thought for a second, deciding which would be a better meal to make. "How about moussaka? It's never a bad day to get a bit of Greek in you," he mused, before looking at Marcus with a shy smile. "Do you prefer eggplant or potato?"

He snorted and pointed accusingly at the other man's dreamy arms, and then at his stomach. "That," he said, smacking Marcus' taut stomach with his hand for emphasis, "Is the text book definition of perfect. You open Spellman's Dictionary to the entry on perfect and a picture of you with your shirt off appears. Besides, I know for a fact that coach has made you leave the gym before. She even told me to ah," he laughed nervously. "She told either Pod or I to take you home and bed you to help relieve some of your tension. Not that, you know I would ever- because you're not into men- anyway I think she was joking but yes. Fucking potions."

The fact that Marcus didn't tense up as he got closer to him, made Roger feel suddenly bold. Scooting over the final few inches, he stretched tucked his leg under him and rested his head on Marcus' shoulder. "Yeah I'm doing fine," he said, smiling to himself. "Better than fine actually." He watched the movie in companionable silence for several minutes as Marcus finished his food. "So what do you think of the curry," he asked, sighing contentedly. "And what do you think of the movie?"

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[info]marcedflint
2014-09-13 08:08 pm UTC (link)
"There is that," Marcus said with a small nod of his head, because the chance to beat Moon at anything was worth a little embarrassment, and at least he'd been able to mostly laugh it off. And it had been good publicity for the team, so he'd endured the interview and the pictures and the general annoyance that that entire debacle had been. He had to ignore the small, warm weight that settled in his stomach at the concept of being Roger's date to anything, and only the thought of the innumerable problems it would cause kept him from apologizing for having had to turn down that offer at the time. That, and that he actually had had a prior engagement anyway, and it would have been impolite to break those plans for something so frivolous. Shaking his head in amusement at Roger's comment about the reporter, because anyone who knew Oliver Wood in the slightest was aware that he was straighter than a ruler.

The smile he got twisted something in Marcus' gut, even as he answered with a chuckle, "Between those two, I don't think I have a preference."

"That woman needs to mind her own business," he managed to comment after a moment. Marcus couldn't bring himself to correct Roger's assumption about his preferences - he'd only ever admitted that out loud once, and shortly afterwards had found himself entrenched with the Death Eaters and the Mark on his arm. He didn't validate it either though, because he wasn't going to lie.

He did finally tense slightly at the feeling of Roger against his side, though he forced himself to relax with a slow exhale of breath. Out of habit, he tried to turn his head to look at Roger when he spoke, and wound up with a face full of the man's hair instead. Trying not to think about how good the younger man smelled, he answered, "The curry is good. The... movie," again, with his exacting pronunciation of a word he'd never used before, "is very... interesting." And confusing, though he thought he understood most of what was going on.

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[info]rogeringdavies
2014-09-14 04:06 am UTC (link)
Roger grinned at Marcus' set jaw at the mention of beating Moon out for the title. "You're way sexier than Moon," he said with a wink. "I agree with the article when it said that Moon looks like he could take you out for sexually frustrated evening, while you look like you'd wine, dine, and uh," he paused with a smirk. "How did she put it? Oh yes, 'take it to the bedroom and turn every woman into a screamer' wasn't it?" He watched Marcus close his eyes in embarrassment and held up his hands. "Hey it can't be worse than 'Davies is the kind of man we're not afraid to admit we'd cheat on our wives with, only to find out he's been doing our wives as well' can it? That was mildly insulting. Well no, very insulting."

He rolled his eyes and gave Marcus an amused look. "It has either layers of eggplant or layers of potato in it and I was wondering which you'd prefer, silly. Potato just makes it a... well a sort of shepherd's pie without the mashes potato. I was more checking that you didn't object to eggplant."

"She just wanted you to work some steam off. I mean Wright was going around telling everyone that you and her had slept together, so I assumed you wouldn't need any help in that department. Especially not from someone like me," he said with a wry little twist of his mouth, wishing that he could be the type of person that Marcus would fall for. He laughed at a sudden memory and smiled shyly at the older man. "My friend Ben reckons you're gay actually, says his gaydar is one hundred percent accurate. But I think that's less gaydar and more wish-he-was-gaydar."

Roger felt himself relaxing into the other man's shoulder. "Mmhmm," he agreed, with another yawn. "I love their curries. They make me happy." He yawned again. "You make me happy too," he added. Sitting up for a moment, he picked up a cushion and put it in Marcus' lap before resting his head on it and stretching out. He sighed as the muscles in his chest, stomach, and back stretched. "You know if you like these, I could take you to a cinema. Totally blow your mind with Leicester Square."

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[info]marcedflint
2014-09-14 06:13 am UTC (link)
Roger's quotations of that awful article brought back the memories of wanting to hide (ironically enough) in his closet, or somewhere else where no one could bother him. He'd run out of polite ways of saying 'not interested' about a week in. "I couldn't go anywhere for a month after that," he muttered, nearly shuddering at the memories.

Grinning a little at Roger's expression, he said seriously, "I don't know how anyone could object to eggplant. It's the best vegetable ever."

Marcus didn't bother hiding his sneer at that before commenting, "Wright is an idiot, and I would never sleep with her." He couldn't imagine having the desire to do so even if he were attracted to women. If there was a way for him to correct Roger's thinking about Marcus not wanting him... That thought was immediately cut off by Roger's comment about his friend, and he could feel every muscle in his body tense and then freeze, taken by a sudden and almost overwhelming fear of being found out. Letting his breath out in a slow sigh at the end of the statement, he spared half a moment to hope that maybe Roger wouldn't remember this conversation tomorrow, with the potions he was currently on.

He blushed fiercely again when the younger man said he made him happy, which would hopefully go unnoticed with the rearranging he was doing. Once Roger was settled, Marcus couldn't quite figure out figure out what to do with his hands, since the other man was now occupying the space where his right arm had been. Awkwardly leaning back against the sofa and resting his arm across the back of the cushions, he said, "I don't know what mean, but sure."

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[info]rogeringdavies
2014-09-14 06:41 am UTC (link)
Roger bumped his shoulder against Marcus' gently. "Hey it's not all bad. At least you didn't have the mortification of being asked to be part of multiple threesomes with older, and Marc I mean older fans. Those memories will haunt me forever."

He looked at Marcus solemnly for a moment, then hugged him. "My Greek heritage salutes you, Cap."

He felt a rush of warmth in his belly and he smiled beatifically at Marcus. "I knew she was lying," he said, possibly far more happily than was warranted. He was so happy, he didn't even notice the way Marcus froze up at the mention of Ben. "I bet she was just doing it to get attention, or try and capitalise on your fame." He shook his head and frowned. "Stupid cow," he added viciously.

He looked up Marcus arms, spread out in a classic 'receiving a blow job on the couch from the milkman' position found abundantly in porn, and smiled. "You don't have to be so uncomfortable, you can even massage my head if you like. Melly does that for me all the time, sends me straight to sleep." He closed his eyes blissfully as Marcus' fingers hesitantly stroked his head. "Holy Rowena that' good," he sighed, opening his eyes to see a fight scene on the television. "A cinema is like a room, where they basically project giant versions of this onto a wall," he said helpfully. "I think I should totally take you out for Muggle London experience, what do you say?"

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[info]marcedflint
2014-09-14 07:18 am UTC (link)
Offering Roger a small smile, he conceded, "I suppose you have a point there." He hoped his small snort of amusement was enough to cover the way he'd taken advantage of Roger's hug to get another whiff of the man's scent, feeling slightly guilty about doing so but unable to stop himself nevertheless.

"I don't care why she was lying, but she won't be doing so again," Marcus muttered, playing on having a very stern conversation the next day.

Relaxing a little at Roger's words, he reached out for the other man tentatively, his short hair ridiculously soft beneath his fingertips. He chuckled briefly at the exclamation, before being pleasantly surprised by the offer. It was an intriguing concept, and one he wasn't at all averse to. "I don't see why not," he said quietly, suddenly curious about what all exactly there would be to see.

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[info]rogeringdavies
2014-09-14 01:37 pm UTC (link)
Roger grinned devilishly. "I usually do," was all the said, enjoying the feel of Marcus against him.

He almost felt bad for the woman. Almost. But the prospect of Marcus not having had sex with her was far too appealing for him to get too worked up.

Contented and relaxed, Roger drifted off to sleep. He was vaguely aware of clinging to Marcus like a limpet as he carried Roger into his room. He wasn't aware of how long Marcus had to lie beside him until he finally loosened his death grip on the poor man. He also wasn't aware of how long it took Marcus to figure out how to turn the television off, though he would have laughed had he known.

When he woke up, there was a note, and he was alone. He stared at the note for a long time before deciding to go drown and have a long shower.

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