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It all started around April 1975, during the Sheer Heart Attack tour. John gave Roger a handjob just because there wasn't any groupies around.
He didn't hate it, he told himself it was just helping a friend out. He didn't really understood why he got hard, he had a girlfriend after all. It didn't seem to bother Roger, who got down on his knees and started sucking John's cock until there wasn't anything left to give.
After that night, handjobs and blowjobs after and before shows had became a daily thing between the two. Even if there were groupies around. No one ever questioned why they would go hide in a closet 15 minutes before a show, except for Brian. One time, he saw John leading their blond drummer in his dressing room, hand in hand right after a show on Monday. They were laughing quietly and they walked close together.
He waited a few minutes, just watching the closed door with wide eyes. The guitarist decided to leave them be, leaving to find Freddie.
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Behind the door, Roger was pushed in the chest by John so he sat down on the couch, legs falling open. John immediately kneeled down between them and worked on opening Roger's tight trousers.
Roger had came up behind him earlier and whispered that he needed help with something, John understood quickly and brought the blond to his dressing room.
Roger helped him pull his pants and underwear down with a low moan. John wasted no time and wrapped a warm hand around Roger's already hard cock, pumping it slowly. Roger groaned and arched back into the touch. John grinned and leaned down to press his tongue against the glistening head of his bandmate's dick slowly, liking the way the blond whimpered for him.
The brunet pressed harder against Roger's slit and wrapped his lips around the head, suckling softly. He looked up at the blond's flushed face and suddenly he had an idea. He opened his mouth and trailed his tongue from the tip to the base slowly.
John reached Roger's balls and he licked up the seam slowly. The bassist hummed at the slightly salty taste and gave it a few more kitten licks. He loved the way Roger moaned loudly and the drummer's large hand made it's way through his chocolate brown locks.
He took one in his mouth, suckling gently. He wrapped a hand around the blond's cock again, stroking fast while he licked at his balls. Roger seemed to be loosing his mind up there, trashing and whimepering in the couch.
The hand pulled forcefully in the bassist's hair, pressing him even further in the drummer's privates. John pulled away from the blond's balls after a while, nuzzling his nose against the base of the latter's dick. He loved the way Roger's hips bucked up in pleasure.
John pressed his face in the other's balls, licking and humming. He found quite a liking for sucking dick, and he kept thinking of his girlfriend. He was enjoying himself either sucking cock or getting his sucked and his girlfriend always found a way to enter his mind. Not in a good kind, it felt like she was disturbing him during these moments, and he needed away from her.
John pulled away and let go of Roger, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked up at the blond who looked out of it. The drummer must've noticed the lack of attention to his privates since he finally opened his eyes and met John's.
The image of innocence on his knees before him was always such a sight, but tonight seemed less rushed. ''You okay?'' The blond asked softly, leaning down to cup John's face and brush his cheekbone with his thumb.
John looked up at him with parted lips, still panting heavily. ''Yes.'' He breathed. He frowned lightly, licking his red lips. ''Might have to break up with Veronica.'' He murmured and Roger smiled like he's never before.
John looked down at the blond's dick and stepped closer again. Roger leaned back in the couch and gripped his thighs. John wrapped his lips around the weeping head of his bandmate's cock again and brought a hand to fondle with his balls. Roger's thighs clenched as the knot in his stomach started to tighten, he ran his hands trough John's soft hair.
John moaned loudly at the action and Roger smiled at the ceiling, opening his eyes. He looked down at the brunet who had his eyes closed, focused on making the drummer cum.
''Doing so good, sweetheart. So good for me. Sucking my cock so good.'' Roger said in a raspy voice and John whimpered around his cock. John cautiously dragged his teeth along the throbbing vein on the underside of the blond's and he was gone.
He came right in John's mouth with a moan and a pull of his hair. John swallowed it all gladly, he loved it. He loved to have the reminder he made the blond feel good, so good that he came in his mouth and gave it all to him.
Roger leaned back in the couch and put his pants back on, patting the empty space next to him. John sat down next to him, curling up in a ball. The drummer smiled softly, eyes trailing of the bassist's body.
''Do you want me to finish you off?'' He asked quietly and the brunet shook his head, closing his eyes. Roger offered his shoulder and John immediately dozed off against it. The blond wraped an arm around his shoulder and fell asleep against the brunet.
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The second time Brian saw the two was the next day, Thursday, on the last week of the tour. Roger clumsily dragged an almost drunk John in his dresssing room, the both of them walking side by side, laughing about something quietly.
He wondered what they were going to do behind the closed door, but he let them be once again, going to find Freddie.
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As soon as the door closed, John jumped on the couch with a giggle. As much as Roger liked seeing the super giggly bassist, John came to get him only for his blowjob, and in a drunk state.
''I'm gonna go get you some coffee.'' The blond said softly, patting the brunet's head. John looked up at him dazed eyes, lips parted. It took him a few seconds, but it finally came.
A whiny 'noooo!' left the bassist's mouth and Roger chuckled. ''I need to get you sober, or at least alert. I need your consent for this.'' The blond kneeled by his side and placed a warm hand on the brunet's waist, rubbing tenderly.
''M'kay'' The bass player mumbled, rubbing at his eyes. ''Be quick.''
Roger chuckled breathlessly and patted his bandmate's head.
The blond got out of the room quickly and walked over to the couch in the middle of the big common room. He poured a coffee in a mug, with no milk, sugar or cream. He almost dropped the mug when he heard Brian's voice from behind him.
''Oh! Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. This for John?'' The guitarist asked with his hands behind his back. Roger nodded and tried to return to his room but got stopped by Brian. The tall man had a tablet of painkillers in his hands, handing it out to the blond.
The drummer took it from him with a tight smile and went back to his room.
When he opened the door he saw John leaning on the counter in front of the mirror, back facing it. He strolled over to the brunet and gave him the mug and medecine. The latter took them with a smile.
John drank his coffee quickly, eager to get rid of his uncomfortable erection. He turned to look at Roger, who was standing beside him, amrs crossed with a smile on his face. John reached a hand out and brought the blond to stand in front of him by the loop of hs jeans.
Roger's eyes widened, and he gasped at John's mischevious smile. ''Will you? Please?'' The brunet said in a sweet voice and the drummer sank down to his knees immediately. He was eye level to John's tented trousers and the sight was mouth watering.
He looked up at the bassist through thick eyelashes, undoing the button and zipper slowly, just to tease him a bit. John gripped at Roger's hair and pulled at it, hard, making the blond moan loudly. Roger smirked devishly and gripped the bulge in John's pants. A low chuckle from the back of his throat when the bassist's hips buckled up, wanting friction, or anything really.
''What do you want from me Johnny? Hm? Want me to suck your cock? Want me to make you cum? To make you feel so good that you loose yourself and spill all over me? I'll be so dirty you'll have to clean me up, lick me clean like a good boy.'' Roger said in a lust filled voice, it semmed to have dropped an octave from how turned on he was. John moaned loudly with a despereate nod, and the drummer thought he found one of the bassist's kinks. Praise? He didn't know, but he hoped he was right. This was so hot to him, he felt his cock throbbing in his jeans.
He palmed the brunet through his jeans, listening to him whimpering behind his hand. He slowly took out John's cock out of his briefs, eyes widening at the sight. His mouth watered at the sight, and he knew his jaw would be aching by the end of the night if he took the bassist down his throat.
He didn't really mind, it would be a great reminder of the time they spent together.
He spit in his hand, wrapping it around his bandmate's erection and stroking him slowly. He loved the low moan John let out. He stroked up all the way to the tip, only stimulating the slick head of his bandmate's cock. He peeked his tongue out, licking at the veins that popped from the underside.
John keened under the touch, thighs clenching with a highpitched moan and the blond grinned. He had always loved to see the effect he had on people, but John was always something else. It seemed like he couldn't get enough of it.
Roger stroked John's tip faster, listening to his high pitched whimpers and moans. He muttered things under his breath that the drummer couldn't comprehend.
''John look at me.'' Roger said in a raspy whisper. John whimpered and opened his eyes, looking down at the blond. ''Good boy.'' He said, squeezing the tip of the other's cock slightly. John moaned out loud.
''Gotta be quiet for me darlin'. Stay quiet for me boy,'' Roger groaned out, licking at John's dick again. He swirled his tongue around the base, suckling with wet sounds. He started leaving wet tongue kisses, going up the bassist's cock. He flicked his tongue against the tip, suddenly curling his fist firmly around the base. He squeezed as he engulfed the head of John's cock with his wet mouth, humming at the salty taste.
He suckled loudly as he pumped the bassist, slowly picking up his pace. John whimpered behindmhis hand, eyes closed tightly and thighs shaking. Roger loved to see John fall apart like this. He pulled off of his cock with a wet sound, chuckling lowly.
''You gonna come for me dear? Come lie a good boy. You're so pretty when you come, when you loose yourself. Let go for me, come on my face. I'll have you clean it up after, yeah? You'd like that huh? Licking me clean like the good boy you are.' Doing so good for me, keeping quiet like I told you to do.'' Roger praised, quickening his pace even more.
John's hips bucked up, and his eyes rolled back in his head behind his fluttering eyelids. He bit at his fist, a loud moan rumbling in his chest. Roger chuckled once again.
''Come for me, boy. Come on my face like I asked you to, you're a good boy after all? You gonna do as I say sweetheart? You wouldn't want to disapoint now, would you? So go on,'' The blond pushed, squeezing the base of John's with a little bit more force this time.
''Come for me dear.'' And that was it, John's hips stuttered and his tighs clenched once again. He tensed under Roger as he came, his scream poorly muffled despite his hand clasped in front of his mouth. The drummer leaned forward, gently holding John's prick as he came in white spurts right on his flushed face. Roger smiled, slowly stroking the bassist through his orgasm, making sure to get everything out.
The brunet whined, falling to his knees right in front of his bandmate. Eyes opening slowly as he catched his breath. He looked at Roger's blissful with a wide smile before leaning in and licking at the blond's cheek. He slowly licked the cum off of the drummer's face, noticing the blond was smiling softly. He gave a final lick to Roger's pink lips, just because he wanted to and the blond shuddered. ''Wow.'' He whispered, his lips brushing agaisnt the blond's.
John fell back against the wall, eyes wide.
''Wow.'' Roger chuckled.
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The next time Brian saw them, the whole band was walking backstage. Right after the Wednesday show, the two of them immediately skipped to Roger's dressing room, ignoring everyone on their way there.
As soon as the door closed, Freddie dragged Brian away so he couldn't spy on their bandmates.
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Behind the door, Roger pinned John against the door, not before locking it. The brunet stuck between him and the door.
He smiled softly, cupping John's face in one hand. In the other, he guided the bassist's hand to his crotch where a large bulge was visible. The brunet gave him a large tooth gapped smile and sunk to his knees.
Roger chuckled warmly and undid his trousers, taking his cock out of his briefs with a quiet hiss. John looked up at him, shifting slightly on his knees with his hands in his lap, waiting for instructions.
''Don't go shy on me, darling. You know what to do.'' John nodded before leaning in and giving the tip of Roger's cock a kiss before wrapping his lips around the weeping head. He suckled gently, looking up at Roger through his lashes.
He gradually took the blond's cock down his throat, moaning around him. Roger could already feel his orgasm forming, it was hard to control himself with those swollen lips wrapped around his cock and fluttering eyelashes. John had this effect on him.
The blond tangled his fingers in John's hair, tugging harshly so the brunet looked up at him. He saw the way John's eyes rolled in the back of his head before he looked up at Roger.
''M'close, okay? When I come, I want you to show me the mess we've made, then you're going to swallow down my load when I tell you. Hear me?'' Roger said breathlessly. John nodded eagerly and the blond petted his hair. ''Good, sweetie.''
John went back to sucking, careful not to bring him down his throat since Roger wanted to see. He bobbed his head up and down, sinking his head down and lightly dragging his teeth agaisnt the pulsating vein while flicking his tongue agaisnt the tip.
Roger came with a shuddering moan and John's name on his tongue. He bucked his hips in the bassist's mouth, chasing after his orgasm. He suddenly pulled ot from John's mouth. The latter focused on keeping everything in his mouth.
Roger kneeled down in front of John and grasped his chin, stroking lightly.
''Open for me love. Show me how good you were for me, taking my load so well. Such a good sweetie, hm?'' Roger said with a small smile. John slowly opened his mouth and the blond gasped softly.
The bassist opened his mouth, the white substance dripping down his extended tongue. Hooded green eyes and flushed cheeks, Roger could have come again just from the sight.
''Bloody hell..'' Roger whispered hoarsly and John sent him a wink, closing his mouth and swallowing down everything left in his mouth with a hum.
The blond watched with wide eyes, hand still cupping John's jaw. ''You're such a fucking minx.'' He said.
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The other time Brian saw the duo leave was Friday, the last show of the tour. The four had just finished the show, and they were celebrating at a local pub. They'd flew back home since the last show was in London and all their things were already back home.
The four were drinking happily at their beers, eating fries and talking and laughing loudly. Joh was leaning heavily against Roger, his head hidden in the crook of his neck. The blond had a hand on his hip, rubbing slow circles under the table. They haven't labeled it yet, there wasn't much to label anyway : Lazy cuddles, handjobs and blowjobs and that was pretty much it. John had broken up when he came home, it was an emotional moment.
Five years ended just because he fell in love with his bandmate while he was giving him head. He didn't think it was that bad, but Veronica leaving with all her bags with tears steaming down her face made him feel emarrasingly good. He felt free again, like he could do anything.
The bassist lifted his head to see no one in front of him. He looked up at Roger and found him already looking at him. The blond brought a hand to his cheek, caressing softly. ''Wanna go on the dancefloor? Bri and Fred are already there, though I'm sure we can find a quieter place.'' Roger said with a wink. John eyes widened and he nodded eagerly, dragging the drummer out of his seat.
Roger laughed as the brunet led him through the crowd, holding his hand close. They finally found a quiet corner at the back of the pub and John simply looked up at Roger. He liked that Roger wore his heels today, he loved feeling a bit smaller than the drummer. The blond smiled down at him, wrapping his arms around John's waist.
''We're not at prom Rog! Bop around! Move those hips!'' John giggled, moving his hips from side to side. Roger beamed, rubbing circles on the brunet's hips with his fingers before letting him go. The drummer watched as John danced around the the music, and he realized how lucky he was to have the young man in his life. He thought of John being his and his heart soared. He came up behind John and moved his hips like him, but he could never beat Disco Deacy.
Roger felt John's back press against his chest, the bassist's bum rubbing against his crotch. He grasped the other's hips when John's hands sneaked behind him to Roger's neck to lace his fingers in the drummer's blond hair. He tugged slightly and Roger hissed quietly in his ear. ''You like dancing hm? I love watching you dance. You'd dance for me anytime huh? Naughty thing you are.'' Roger chuckled lowly, his lips brushing against the other's earshell.
He rubbed John's sides and listened to him pant and whine. He grabbed John's chin from behind, not before teasing his jaw with feather-like touches, and slowly turned his head so they made eye contact. ''You wanna go back to mine? I'd be up for a good time tonight.'' He whispered, his teeth tugging at the bassist's earlobe.
John looked up at him with hazy green eyes licking his lips slowly. ''I'm up for it too. Can't wait to be with you.'' He said, pushing his arse against the tenting in Roger's pants. The blond looked down at him, butterflies going insane in his stomach.
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The two left the bar holding hands and giggling softly. Roger's arm was around John's waist as Brian watched the two go. He frowned, but turned back to Freddie with a loud laugh when the drunk man started kissing at his neck. ''Freddie! I'm not Jim!''
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Roger drove back to his house, a happy John sitting in the passenger seat. They were holding hands, and Roger tried to not speed up when the bassist would squeeze their hands together. He finally looked at John when he reached his apartement. The brunet looked over at him with small smile tugging at his lips.
''First one inside!'' He yelped before opened his door and running to the door. Roger laughed before getting out of the car himself, walking with his hands in his pockets. He joined John who was waiting impatiently by the door, jumping on his toes. ''You do know I have the key, right?'' Roger chuckled and the bassist hugged his neck, bringning him closer. The blond unlocked the door and-
''Oh.. fuck-'' He whispered shakily when John sucked a hickey right on the pulse point of his neck. He grabbed the brunet by the waist and walked inside backwards, John still latched onto his neck. He kissed and sucked at the skin, humming at the slightly salty taste. Roger kicked the door closed and squeezed John's hips, tilting his head back.
The brunet finally pulled away, eyes dark with lust. ''You gonna show me your room?'' John asked with a grin. Roger raised an eyebrow and chuckled. ''You're an eager thing, hm?'' The blond said, cupping his bandmate's cheek. He took John by the hand and led him upstairs to his room.
Roger opened the door for the bassist, eyes on his backside as he watched him walk to his bed. John stood by the end of the bed, waiting for his blond friend. The drummer wwalked up to John, pants feeling quite tight. He ran his hands up and down the brunet's chest, desperate to feel some skin. He started unbuttoning John's shirt, letting it fall open before grabbing the collar, shoving it down John's shoulders and arms and pushing him down the bed. The bassist watched Roger with wide eyes, still bouncing on the bed.
He smirked and pulled the drummer in by his belt, the blond falling into his lap. Roger was quick to switch positions, lifting the thin bassist by his waist, easily flipping them over so John fell into his lap. ''Smooth.'' John said, a bit breathless.
''You thought you could be in control? Hm? You're supposed to be good, dear.'' He said leaning back to unbutton his own shirt. John watched without saying a word, amazed by the blond drummer in front of him. He looked down at the board chest in front of him and raised a hand, but hesitated.
Roger smiled and took his hand, guiding it to touch his chest. He did the same with his own hand, slightly touching John's chest. He waited for the brunet to do it first, so he felt comfortable. When John looked up in his eyes with a hand over Roer's heart, his green orbs were glistening in the moonlight. He wrapped two hands around the other man's torso, thumbs brushing over his perked nipples. John's hand seized it's movement and he gasped softly, slitghtly tensing under the blond's touch.
''Sensitive little man you are.'' Roger grinned, thumbs pressing agaisnt the sensitive nubs. John nodded eagerly and rolled his hips, crotches rubbing together. The blond hissed quietly, slightly pinching the brunet's nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He loved the high pitched moan John let out. The bassist's head lulled back and he bit his lip, trying to be quiet.
Roger brought a hand to John's lip, tugging it from behind his teeth. ''Let me hear you sing, dear.'' John looked down in his eyes and rolled his hips again, throwing his head back and letting out a loud an long moan.
Roger laughed, flipping them over so he was hovering over John and started kissing at his neck. He moved himself so he straddled the bassist and rubbed their clothed dicks together. He slowly moved his mouth down on John's chest, reaching his nipples. He pressed his tongue flat against the erect nub, loving how it made the brunet shiver. He took the right nipple in his mouth, suckling softly. He pulled away to lick at his two fingers before pinching the left nub between his fingers while taking the other in his mouth again.
John arched his back, a shuddering moan leaving his lips. He squirmed under Roger's touch, mumbling incoherent sentences. His finger's tangled in the blond hair, tugging slightly.
''R- Rog..'' He stuttered out, eyes closed in delight. The drummer finally left his sensitive nipples alone and kissed down John's stomach and waist. Roger laid feather like kisses down the bassist's happy trail, looking up at the latter through his lashes. John looked down at him, smile tugging at his lips.
''Ready?'' Roger asked, fingers drawing patterns on John's waist. The brunet nodded, his hands clutching the bedsheets. The blond was reaching for the button of the other's trousers when they were interrupted by a loud knock on the door. The two exchanged a look of confusion before Roger stood up. ''Stay here. I'll come back in a bit.'' He said, going downstairs.
Opening the door, he was met by his curly haired friend with an angry look on his face. Roger frowned.
''Can I help you-''
''Are you sleeping with John?'' Brian asked sharpily and the drummer's eyebrows shot up into his hairline. ''Well- I was about to.'' He answered and the guitarist's mouth fell open.
''Why?'' He asked cocking his head to the side, hip popping out, causing his erection to be visible to Brian. The guitarist looked Roger up and down, eyes glassy. It took him a few minutes before he could answer. ''Uh..'' He sniffs. ''Nothing.'' He turned around and walked away.
Roger closed the door, rolling his eyes at the moody guitarist. He ran upstairs again, finding John propped up agaisnt the headboard, naked under the white blankets. He chuckled and jumped on the bed rolling over with a grip to John's hips so he was under him.
The bassist straddled his hips. ''Found your lube, I'm all prepped for you.'' He said with a cheeky grin. Roger's eyebrows shot up and he turned his head to his bedside table. There was in fact his bottle up lube opened was on there. He turned back to John with a chuckle.
''Is that so?'' He asked, trailing his hand down the brunet's back, slowly reaching his arse. He did the same with his other hand, so slowly. He started kneading the warm flesh of John's arse, again so slowly that the bassist whined for more. ''Be good, be patient.'' He smiles.
''Rog?'' John asked. Roger hummed, hands resting around the bassist's middle. ''Did you ever really wanted me..? Or was I only a distraction?'' He looked up at the drummer with glossy eyes and trembling lips. Roger frowned, hands cupping John's jaw gently.
''Nonsence dear. Why would you think that? I've wanted you for so long.. All the time we spent together during the tour, I realized I must have you in my life. You make my days brighter. Your cheeky smiles and your stupid jokes. The way you walk and bop around the stage, like you're lost in your own world, it's adorable. Your talented fingers and mouth,'' Roger winked at that. ''And the way you express yourself. There's so much to say about you, John truly are someone amazing and sometimes I wish we were something more than friends.'' He said and he could see the stars in the brunet's eyes and his cute tooth gapped smile spreading even wider.
''Fuck that, I want us to be something more than friends. I love you John, a lot. And I want to prove you that I can be good for you. Will you let me?'' John nodded, and Roger swears he's never seen the bassist smile that hard before. ''Yeah? Lay back for me, love.''
Roger kissed John's forehead when he laid back down and kneeled between his legs. He grabbed the lube and squirted a small amount on his fingers, warming it up between his fingers. A finger prodded at the brunet's entrance and John gasped softly, clutching the bedsheets between his fingers tightly.
Roger slipped a finger in, and John was in fact strechted enough. He still went to three fingers in, to be sure he didn't hurt the bassist in any way. He grabbed a tissue and wiped his hands before unbuttoning his trousers and undoing the fly. John grinned and pulled Roger in by the waistband of his trousers. He kneeled in front of Roger and pushed the drummer down on the bed, stradding his waist. He pulled his pants and underwear down, staring hungrily when the blond's hard dick slapped against his belly.
Just when he was reaching to wrap his hand around Roger's dick, the drummer slapped his hand away. ''I'm doing all the work from now on, thank you.'' He guided John to lay down the bed while he grabbed the lube. He squeezed some on his dick, stroking himself so there was lube everywhere.
''Ready?'' He asked, pressing the head of his dick to John's hole. The bassist moaned under him, blinky reaching for Roger's with his eyes closed tightly. ''This-'' The brunet started, squeezing the drummer's hand in his clammy one. ''It's the first time I'm doing this.. So uhm be gentle, please.''
''Of course John, I would never hurt you. I'll be gentle I promise.'' He said, gently pushing his hips forward, slowly so John could get used to the feeling. Roger watched the bassist's face cautiously all while he pushed deeper in, until he was balls deep. He watched John's face scrunch up in pleasure and he took it as a hint to continue.
He squeezed the brunet's hand as a warning, and he pulled out, not completely, just so the head was in. He thrusted in and out of John, he wanted to find the bassist's sweet spot.
When he heard a long shaky moan he knew he found it and he kept thrusting at the same angle. Roger eventually started going faster, almost pounding into John. The brunet kept letting out whimpers and moans until he gasped and threw his head back in the pillows. ''Harder!'' He chocked out and the drummer grinned.
He propped himself on his forearms, pinning John's hand over his head and he thrusted forcefully into the bassist. He saw John kept biting his lip and suddenly he had an idea. With his unoccupied hand, he ran his thumb over the bassist's bottom lip and the latter opened his mouth. Roger pressed his thumb flat agaisnt the brunet's tongue and John closed his mouth around the digit. ''Good boy, taking me so well hm? So tight for me.'' He remembered John liked to be praised, so he figured it would make the whole thing better for him.
The sight of John getting pounded in the matress, body moving forward with every thrust, halo of brown hair around his head. His eyes closed in delight and suckling hard on Roger's to drown his noises could have made the drummer come right there but he wanted John to finish before him. He slowly pulled his thumb away, trailing his hand down the bassist's torso and finally reaching his nipples.
He pinched the pink nub between his fingers and that was it for John. He came with a shout, coming in white spurts all over his belly and chest and clenching around Roger. Seeing John orgasm under him and clenching around his cock was enough for him to come too.
The blond's hips stuttered and he filled John up with a loud moan.
''Fuck! Ugh, Jesus Christ.'' The blond sighed, pulling out of the brunet and laying down besides him.
John smiled dreamily and he curled up against his side, eyes closed and ready to go to sleep. Roger chuckled and stood up to get a wet cloth when a slap landed on his arse. He turned back to see John with his eyes closed and trying to hide a smile. He shook his head with a smile and left to the bathroom.
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When Roger woke up the next morning John wasn't in his arms like yesterday when they went to sleep. He sat up in bed and looked around, suddenly feeling very awake. What if John left?
He looked at his desk and saw John's clothes neatly folded, he saw that his dresser was opened, and John's favorite shirt of his was missing. Roger beamed, grabbing underwaer and sweatpants he quickly slipped on before walking out of the bedroom.
As soon as Roger stepped out, he smelt frenchtoast. He chuckled and went down the stairs, the smell only getting more overwhelming each step he took. He stepped into the kitchen quietly, walking on his tiptoes. His breathing got caught in his throat when he saw.
John, standing in the kitchen with his back turned to the blond with only a pair of panties, the shirt he always told Roger was beautiful and his socks, bopping his head to a beat in his mind. He was in fact cooking frenchtoast, carefully flipping it over with a perfect brown color.
For a second Roger had a vision, and it was wonderful. It was a few years later, Roger woke up the same way, they were in the house they bought together and when Roger entered the kitchen he saw John cooking, this time with a ring on his annulary, and a litte kid balanced on his cocked hip.
The blond smiled and came up behind John, arms wrapping around the brunet's waist. ''Hi.'' He heard a small yelp and a laugh before John turned around and wrapped his arms around the blond's neck. ''Hello.'' John said in his cute accent and unique tooth gapped smile.
They gazed in each other's eyes and Roger smiled before leaning in and connecting their lips together without a second thought. John hummed in surprise and dropped the spatula he was holding to cup Roger's jaw.
The blond lifted John up on the counter and broke the kiss. ''God, I want this forever.'' John said and Roger agreed, before diving in to kiss his bassist again.