Kissing Lesson

Rating- R

Warnings- Clothed sex, and kissing

Fluff turned smut.

My first smut so any advice you have I would absolutely love.

"Have you ever kissed a girl before?" Mark inquired with a glance over at his best friend. A thick silence filled the air as Mark carefully set his camera down on the bedside table. Roger was still too much in shock to respond to that question. Where the hell had that come from?

"I mean like outside of your family." Mark clarified. Roger looked at him awkwardly

"Have...have you?" he stuttered. Mark acted incredibly mock offended. "I'm 14 years old Roger."

Roger narrowed his eyes. "But have you ever kissed someone?" He was sure he had hit some sort of nerve by the way Mark's attitude changed from friendly to cold.

"Of...of course I have." Now Mark was the one stuttering Mark began to feel extremely uncomfortable. 'Why did I even start this conversation?' he asked himself. Mark tried to change the subject."You'll never guess what I shot today..." but Roger wasn't satisfied.

"Who'd you kiss?" he asked with an all knowing smile.

" incoherent mumble " Mark responded. Roger's smile widened

"What was that?"

"Nanette Himmlefarb!" Mark nearly shouted.

"Gross. The Rabbi's daughter."

"It was Yom Kippur. I was hungry, bored, and horny...but it wasn't exactly a kiss..." Mark trailed off

Roger froze for a moment. He would either regret or bless the day for his next words.

"Well...how did she kiss you?"

Mark tore his gaze away from the camera he was toying with and up into Roger's electric green eyes. He made the most important decision of his adolescent years in a split second.

"Like this." He murmured.

Mark leaned across his ben and kissed Roger softly on the cheek before resting his head in the crook of his neck. Roger responded by nuzzling Mark's spiky blond hair. Mark made a small noise of comfort, like a whimper, and placed a line of kisses on Roger's neck and collarbone.

After a few moments Mark carefully moved away, just enough to stop the action, but not far enough to be discouraging.

Both boys were breathing deeply.

"So," Roger began slightly out of breath, "She never kissed you like this?" Roger pressed his lips gently, but firmly to Mark's and closed his eyes.

"No," Mark moaned against his lips. "And she never kissed me like this either."

Roger felt Mark's tongue swipe against him, begging for entrance, and he happily welcomed it.

Soon Roger found himself pinned to the bed while the kiss became more intense. Teeth clashed for dominance and tongues searched and tasted. Roger was desperate for more contact. He thrust his hips up to meet Mark's. Mark moaned and groaned frantically.

Roger slipped one leg between Mark's parted thighs.

The smaller boy slid against the beautiful friction and rode the leg.

He soon felt the tightness against the fabric of his jeans, and came a moment later with a strangled cry before collapsing into Roger's arms. They laid there for a moment completely breathless.

Roger placed a small lovely kiss on his lips before sitting up and grabbing his guitar. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow." He said with a smile.

"Bye"

The next saturday when Mark saw Nanette at services he gave her an hug and whispered "Thank you."

She watched him walk away with a puzzled expression on her face.