Freddie blew out the match he held in his hand as he tossed it onto the nearby table. The last candle had been lit, giving a fair amount of light to the darkened space. Due to the icestorm outside, the power had been killed, leaving the flat completely dark. Luckily, Brian kept some spare candles in case this happened. However, he nor Roger were around. John was outside checking the nearby stores for any more. He felt worried for the time being. The last thing he needed was for his boyfriend to get some sickness or hurt during this storm. He knew Brian and Roger would be fine, being back at the studio. He and John had come back to the flat to pick up a few things and had gotten stuck here due to the danger of driving during this storm.

A gentle knock at the door quickly startled him, but he figured it'd be John either with or without candles. He got up and opened it, seeing his boyfriend in a dreadful state. His skin was bright red from the cold and his jacket was mildly wet due to the snow that had melted after falling on him. His teeth were chattering as he stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. Freddie stepped back and watched him toss the coat over to the side as he sat down and huddled up, still shivering. He quickly hung up the garment and grabbed a nearby towel to help dry and heat John up.

"Dear you were outside for less than fifteen minutes. How'd this happen?"

"W-Well, the n-nearby shop w-was closed a-and so were the o-other ones a-around he-here." He whispered in a shaky voice

"You could have come back here if the first one was closed and not waste your time with the others! You're freezing!"

"All hell broke loose while I was out there. G-God I'm so cold..." His voice trailed off

"I'll get some tea."

He stood up and used one of the few matches to light the stove. Luckily for them, the stove was gas powered, so electricity wasn't necessary. The flame ignited and he quickly placed the kettle on the stove. He could hear John all the way in the kitchen. Poor dear. He thought as he returned.

He sat down next to John and wrapped his arms around him. "My poor baby! You're ice cold!"

"I-I'm fine...J-Just a bit c-cold. I'll he-heat up. I di-didn't want to bother y-you with c-coming wi-with me."

"Darling that wouldn't have bothered me at all!"

John coughed softly and he heard in his voice that his throat was getting sore. He left for a few minutes to prepare the tea and quickly gave it to John, who grasped it tightly, feeling it burn his fingers, but he refused to let go of the warmth. Freddie frowned at the sight of his cold boyfriend. He's not gonna heat up quick enough like this! And I can't leave him alone! Brian would suggest a warm bath to heat him up. But, another, and much naughtierthought crossed his mind.

"I think I know how to heat you up. "

John looked up in surprise and caught the naughty wink Freddie gave him. He smiled, "I c-could use some of y-your body heat."

"And Brian and Roger won't be home for a good few hours."

He helped John up and wrapped his arm tightly around his waist and guided him to the bedroom, quickly shutting the door behind him.

...

"Come here." Freddie whispered seductively as John felt him grip his collar and pressed him against the wall. Before John could say anything, he felt Freddie press his warm lips against his stone cold ones, kissing him passionately as though to remove all the cold at once. He gladly let Freddie be the dominant one in this situation and shut his eyes and relaxed, letting Freddie do as he pleased. He dragged his hands across the older boy's back, sliding his hands under the hem teasingly. Freddie reacted by pushing himself closer against his body and pushing him against the wall even more.

"M-More..." John whispered, hungry for more attention from his boyfriend as he broke the kiss. Freddie gave him a stern glare, but he had that sparkle of amusement in his deep brown eyes that shined with desire and lust. Freddie carefully undid the buttons of John's shirt as he pulled him back into another make-out session. Their tongues fought desperately for control of the situation as Freddie's other hand gently massaged his chest. He tore off his shirt and Freddie cursed softly as he pulled away to catch his breath, after which he grabbed the younger boy's shoulders, pushing him onto the bed behind them. John was still trying to heal his breathing as Freddie climbed on top of him, pressing his still covered chest against John's bare one.

"Damnit Freddie." He whispered as he felt Freddie's nimble fingers slide down his side teasingly, though he knew Freddie was just getting started, but all he wanted was for him to fuck him already. But John knew better. Freddie wouldn't do so until he'd felt every inch of his cold body, aside from the inches he'd like Freddie to explore. He despised, yet loved waiting. He knew that being patient would bring better rewards.

"Silence love." Freddie said in that dark velvet voice. Sweet, yet dripping with lust and naughtiness. He lowered himself onto John's bare chest, kissing and sucking the skin, eliciting desperate moans from his boyfriend. Freddie absolutely loved the sounds his boyfriend was making. Not only did it help him get hard, but it allowed him to drive his boyfriend insane, something he took great pride in doing.

"Oh God.." John frowned slightly in an attempt to keep himself together as he felt Freddie's hands run along his inner thigh, hooking his thumbs into the hem of his pants in an attempt to pull them down.

"Want me to undress you?" He asked, the lust growing in his eyes as John shook his head in agreement quickly. He raised his head back to John's face again and went in for another deep kiss. John felt Freddie's hands wander back down to his pants. He was struggling a bit to remove the slightly damp pants from his legs, but took this opportunity to run his hand along his inner thighs and crotch a little more than what John was used to. This led to John letting out some frustrated groans as he pushed himself against Freddie's expert hand.

"Excited and impatient tonight aren't we darling?" He said with a devilish grin on his face

John tried to tear off Freddie's shirt. But, his attempt was futile as Freddie grabbed his wrist and shook his head.

"P-Please just f-fuck me already." He whined

"Patience dear." Freddie whispered in his ear as he shamelessly dug his hand down John's boxers, earning a gasp from John as he felt his finger draw a tantalizingly slow line across his length, making him let out a frustrated yelp as he continued to kiss, lick, and bite at John's pale chest.

...

Freddie continued working on John's chest for some minutes as he felt his own cock begin to strain against the tight fabric of his pants. He heard his boyfriend let out the most intense and needy moans as he continued working on his naked upper body. Freddie stood up and got off the bed as John propped himself up on his elbows, watching as Freddie began to remove his clothing. One of the best parts about having sex with him was seeing him strip. He watched with lust filled eyes as he slowly removed his shirt, slid off his way too tight pants, and tossed his boxers to the other side of the room. John let out a low moan as he watched the angelic body move towards him.

"Like what you see love?" He purred in a low sexy voice as a grin curled around his mouth. He resisted letting out another moan. He found it amazing to see the beautiful body of the singer in front off him. His slightly tanned body and muscled and toned legs to his hairy chest. Everything was a blessing and he couldn't wait to have him on top of him.

"Get over here. I'm s-still freezing!" John told Freddie

"That's the whole point in this, to warm you up a bit," He whispered as he crawled onto the bed and sat above him, "To warm that freezing body of yours." He reached down and pulled off John's boxers in one go. He wrapped his fingers around John's member, making him gasp at the sudden movement. He ran his hand along his shaft, earning low groans from the bassist beneath him.

"P...Please. Just fuck me."

"Not yet darling. Waiting always makes it better."

"D..Do something." He stuttered

He drew a line across John's inner thigh and just barely, but purposely, avoided any contact with his throbbing cock. John pushed his hips up, begging for it to be touched.

"More..Anything."

"Silence.." He told him lustfully

Freddie wanted his boyfriend speechless. He lowered himself down and licked a long line, following the same one that his hand had made. John moaned loudly. He gave into John's desires as he leaned in and licked the side of his cock. Too his glee, he heard John's breath hitch as he looked up. "That shut you up quite nicely dear." John wasn't in the mood for any more games now. So when Freddie tried to come up, he quickly pushed him back down onto his aching dick, forcing it down his throat.

"Darling!" He chided as he pushed back from John's trembling hands, "You sure are demanding tonight."

"God Freddie...Just h-hurry up a-and do something. A-Anything."

Freddie smirked and lowered himself back down and breathed hotly onto John's member, earning a low moan from the younger boy that ran through his body straight to his cock. He couldn't hold back from helping, or making it worse for John by nibbling the side of his erect member. He resisted the urge to take him down his throat and finish him off right then and there. With one last flick of his tongue, Freddie left John's fully engorged cock as he looked up to his lover. His eyes were clouded with lust, his skin red from the increasing tension, and the room was filled with his helpless panting. His hands grasped the blanket tightly as he whined in desperation

"P-please..Don't prepare me, j-just...tell me what it t-takes...for you to f-fuck me!"

Deciding to get a move on before John reached his climax right then and there, he spread John's legs apart and pressed his dick against his entrance.

"Are you ready Deaky?" He said teasingly, "Do you want me?"

"Y-yes..Oh hell...G-go on."

"With what?"

"C-come on!" He begged in a high voice, "J-just fuck me al-ready, p-please."

"Hell yeah." Freddie replied as he pushed his cock in, earning a low moan from his estranged boyfriend. Freddie gasped as he closed his eyes as his boyfriend's tightness gripped around him. He swallowed thickly and placed his hands firmly on John's waist and began rocking his hips forward.

"L-like t-that." John said quickly

So, Freddie continued, pushing John deeper into the bed as he went deeper inside of the desperate bassist. He knew soon he'd come across John's sweet spot, something sure to drive him crazy. For now, he stuck to the relatively fast thrusting. He stuck to the for some minutes, enjoying the cries that he elicited from John. He slowed to a deep, slow thrust, finally coming across John's sweet spot, earning a loud cry as he panted heavily, his grip on the blankets tightening.

"Feeling better?" Freddie asked

John nodded quickly at the question and Freddie decided it was time to finish worthily. He grasped John's throbbing cock and pushed it in one go. He gasped and swallowed thickly as Freddie continued pumping up and down, John's breathing speeding up in the process.

"Freddie...I-I don't think I-I can last m-Oh!" John's voice cracked, telling them both he couldn't last much longer.

"Shhh...Don't hold back. Cum...for...me." He said excruciatingly slow

That sent John over the edge as the tension left his face and he let out a long exhalation as he wrapped his arms tightly around Freddie's torso, his hot, white liquid covering his hand and chest.

"Fuck.." Freddie cursed under his breath as he emptied himself out deep inside John with a long groan of relief. He fell down on top of his exhausted lover, who was still trying to recover from his intense orgasm he'd just experienced.

They sat like this for some minutes as they each tried to heal their breath circulation and regain control of their bodies. John ran his hand along Freddie's spine soothingly as Freddie wrapped his arms around his lover.

"W-well..I-I guess this storm is helpful af-after all. You warm again?" He asked

"Warm?" John asked with a smile, "I'm boiling hot! Nothing's better than you're boyfriend when you're freezing."

Freddie sat up and rested a hand on John's shoulder. "How about I draw you a bath so that you're all clean by time Roger and Brian get home."

He smirked, "Knowing them, they'll probably need a shower too after being alone at the studio this whole time."

...

"Get the damn door open!" Roger whined

"I am, calm down." Brian responded, opening the door at the end of the sentence.

As they walked in, Brian took notice of the couple on the couch in the dim light of the candles. John was snuggled up in a robe next to Freddie who was wearing solely a pair of boxers. Freddie was running his hands through John's hair as Brian glanced over at Roger, who was thinking the same thing.

"So, instead of fixing the power or finding someone to fix them, you two laid here on the couch all day?" Brian asked

"And instead of getting back here to help, you two stayed behind at the studio fucking each other's brains out." Freddie replied

Brian noticed how Roger paled a bit at the response and then blushed furiously. He rubbed the back of his neck, not too surprised that Freddie would guess that.

"Well..Uh..Never mind. Looks like you two did the same though." Roger said, pointing to the clothes draped across the floor.

"Oh but my little Deaky was freezing from the storm outside! You two should have seen him! Looked like he was going to freeze to death if he stayed outside for a few more minutes."

John shrugged at what he said and merely smiled as he watched Brian and Roger walk into the kitchen together.

"Don't make a mess again! I don't want to find the kitchen a new shade of white when I go in there later!" Freddie shouted.