Hi I don't normally write fluff. I like to read fluff and I think Mark and Roger would be so cute together. so yeah, um, hi.and here is my first attempt at fluffTitle: Sauce WarsRating" Pg- I think I use like one or two cuss wordsDisclaimer- Just borrowing, don't own them- heck, I don't even own using pizza sauce as a way to kiss somebody- i borrowed that from a friend of mine.warnings- um, well, it's kind of clichéd at points- but I really just wanted to try fluff.Again, I don't write fluff much, at all. I write drama/general/angst-y pieces.new waters for me. so that being saidfeedback: pretty please"Mark, I'm bored" Roger whined. It was raining -hard- and while Mark had film to edit -another documentary- and was perfectly content to do just that, Roger was too restless to mess with his guitar any more, and from the doodles on the corners of the notebook, writers block was taking over."Well what do you want me to do about that" Mark wasn't about to stop editing for Roger's whining."I don't know. I just wanna do something different. We do pretty much the same damn thing, day in, day out." "Good point." Mark conceded."Wanna play cards, like Rummy or something?" Roger suggested."No. You know I suck at all card games." Mark really was hoping Roger would find some way to entertain himself, there was film to be edited."We could...umm...hmmm..bake something? Kill two birds with one stone, boredom and hunger." Roger suggested, running his hand through his hair."That might be fun. What should we bake?" Mark found a stopping point and turned off the equipment."Well, we don't have much to choose from here." Roger called out from the fridge. The cabinets were home to a not so friendly mouse, so almost everything was kept there. "Some really old milk. Some take out, more ketchup than two men need, olives...um..oh, wait, here's cheese that's not bad yet,and pizza sauce...and oh yes, English Muffins." Roger pulled said items out of the all too bare fridge. "I haven't made English Muffin pizzas since I was like 10." Roger grinned at his roommate like a child with a new toy."That works." Mark sounded pleased as well, as he turned on the oven, setting it to bake, all the while praying it wouldn't blow up. The two stood side by side spooning sauce onto the muffins, rather uneventfully until Roger accidentally flung sauce on Mark."Hey!" Mark interjected, half pissed, half amused."Sorry" Roger said, stifling a laugh."Watch it sauce boy, you might be next.""Oh no, you did not. You want sauce boy? I will show you sauce boy." With that remark, both boys pulled their spoons out of the jar and held them like cowboys about to duel. A sauce duel.Within seconds, the pizzas were forgotten, as sauce flew across the kitchen.The war could have continued indefinitely had a rather large glob of sauce not landed on the tip of Mark's nose.Putting down his spoon, Roger went to his roommate, and said,half menacingly, half seductively, "Now I have you were I want you." And gently kissed the tip of Mark's nose.Mark was taken aback momentarily, and his body language betrayed that."I'm sorry, I just got carried away." Roger whispered, embarrassed, backing away. "I shouldn't have done that.""No, you shouldn't have." Mark started, "Because, now, I have to do this." With that, Mark leaned up a bit and took Roger's lips in his own. He received a gasp of surprise, then a welcome kiss back. Needless to say, neither boy could look at pizza sauce again in quite the same way.