It's a wrap party of sorts. Tomorrow, they'll no longer be sharing the same stage. No longer be Mark and Roger together. When the kiss happens in a secluded corner, a clashing of teeth, thighs aligned, nearly brushing; just like all those times on stage, leaning in closer. When all they could feel was the energy and heat from one another's bodies.
He knows it's a goodbye thing. Why would it be anything else? Still, their tongues sliding together is like silent communication. And the insistent heat between them as they grind together, falling back onto the couch, a promise.