Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Jonathan Larson. Except maybe the matzah, which has yet to make an appearance.
Author's Note: For those of you non-Jews, the word Mitzvah in the title is not as in Bar or Bat. The word mitzvah means blessing. And yes, I am actually writing this one now. So you will have to wait for chapter updates. Crazy, I know. Much love to Emily, my sexalicious beta. And rexmanningdays who also checked it over because my friend Cor's internet is down. together, they are the League of Extraordinary Editors. sadly, Shane West is not in this league...
Roger waited on the doorstep for about five minutes after ringing the bell before the door was opened and a disgruntled girl, who had clearly just woken up, appeared. Upon seeing Roger, though, she immediately straightened up, quickly combing her fingers through her hair, subtly pushing out her chest, and playfully leaning against the doorway. She giggled, twirling her hair, as she spoke perkily. "Hey, Roger. What are you doing here?"
Roger's face screwed up in confusion. "Umm…do I have the wrong – Oh! Cindy Cohen. You're Mark's sister! How did I not make that connection?"
Cindy's face fell. "You're here for Mark?"
"Yea. Why else would I be here? Do you happen to know where – Oh, hey Mark!" Mark had appeared in the space behind the doorway, giving Roger a funny look for talking to Cindy. Or giving Cindy a funny look for her ridiculous position and obvious attempt at flirting with Roger. Cindy sighed heavily and walked away, looking more like she did when she first opened the door. Mark and Roger exchanged a glance and grinned before Mark lead the way upstairs to his bedroom.
"So, how do you know my sister?" Mark asked, obviously weirded out.
"Same grade."
"Oh, yeah."
"Mark, do you like your sister?"
"No. I really, really don't."
"Good. Then you won't take offense when I tell you your sister is a whore."
"Roger! That's a horrible thing to say!" Mark managed to say this in a nagging voice, despite the sides of his lips curling up into an unmistakable smile, and the clearly repressed laughs.
"Well, it's the truth! She offered to give me a blow job behind the bleachers at the Thanksgiving game last year."
"I so did not need to know that."
"And at that big party at Craig Jennings' last spring. And at that other party. Oh, and once in the hallway."
"The school hallway!" Mark looked appalled.
"Mm-hm!" Roger replied, pretending to be oblivious to Mark's discomfort. He was getting great amusement out of it. "Oh yeah, she also offered to give me a hand job at junior prom. Her date was already spent, apparently."
"You're making this up!" Mark laughed, exasperated but amused.
Mark was shocked, however, to find Roger reply in a dead serious tone. "Actually, I'm not. That was all true. One time at some party she even offered to let me give her anal. I think I'm like a mark for her or something because I'm the only guy in our grade that she hasn't given a sexual favor to."
"Wow… You know, I've heard guys call my sister a skank before, but I just always assumed it was because she's really pretty and wouldn't get with them."
"No, she is really pretty. But pretty loses some of its appeal when pretty gets with everybody."
"Except Roger Davis."
Roger put on a cocky grin. "That's right. Except Roger Davis. I'm so sexy not even the skanks can resist my charm."
"That doesn't really make any sense. It would have to be like 'Roger Davis: So sexy not even the boys can resist his charm.'" Immediately Mark's pale cheeks became a deep shade of red. "I mean…well, it is what I meant. Just, not in the way I said it?"
Roger raised his eyebrows at Mark. "Well, I was going to ask if you wanted to see a movie, but now I don't know if I trust you in the dark theater. If you're anything like your sister…"
"Hey, stop that. And can we still go see a movie if I promise not to go down on you in the theater?"
"Hey, that's a horrible promise to make! I mean… yes."
"You are such a perv."
"I know. But that's why you hang out with me, right?"
"Actually it's the reason I try avoiding you but you just keep showing up at my locker, and you know, I need to get my books." Mark grinned and poked Roger in the side.
"Oh, so that's all I am to you? An annoyance that gets in the way of your books?" Roger grinned and poked back.
"Mm-hm. And a ride, of course."
"Oh, I'm gonna get you for that!" Roger said before simultaneously growling at and pouncing on Mark, who fell to the ground with a thud and immediately convulsed into a fit of giggles as Roger tickled him.
"Stop! Stop!" Mark managed to get out through panting and giggles. His leg spastically kicked out, hitting Roger in the shin.
"Oh, you're really going to get it now!" Roger said, but in his moment of weakness Mark managed to get the advantage and roll on top of him, and now Roger was the one giggling and panting. This lasted for less than a minute before Roger rolled back on top of Mark, but Mark was ready and put up a struggle. The two rolled, each fighting to pin down the other, until they hit into Mark's bed and Roger won by default. They collapsed into a heap of heavy panting and light sweating.
As the panting began to subside, Roger started to notice how close he and Mark were pressed, how giddy he felt that their cheeks were touching, how if he only turned his head slightly, he could capture Mark's lips in a passionate, searing kiss. All these thoughts frightened and confused him, and he immediately jumped off of Mark and sat down on the bed, looking down on Mark, taking in the sight like a piece of artwork while trying to convey a normal look and sort out his thoughts. Mark groaned at the loss of contact.
Roger shook his head, realizing he shouldn't be staring at Mark like that; he shouldn't be interested in Mark in that way. He liked girls. Didn't he? He'd never doubted it before. "Um, Mark? We should probably get going. The movie starts in fifteen minutes."
After a moment of silence, Mark sat up and took in what Roger had said. "Oh, okay. Just let me get my camera."
Roger laughed. "You're bringing your camera to a movie? Isn't that like… illegal!"
"Hmm, good point. Maybe we should go to the park."
"You really are just using me for rides, huh?"
"Of course." Mark jested. "What else would I use you for?"
"My chemistry notes."
"Uh, Roger?"
"Yeah?"
"…We're in physics."