Roger's P.O.V.

He gave me a small nod and now I felt too nervous.

I stared at him in disbelief, was this really about to happen?

It suddenly dawned on me. As much as I wanted to fuck Deaky, I had forgotten that I had never had sex with a man before, I didn't know what to do...what if I was shit?

I swallowed hard, "Are you sure?" I whispered.

"I think so..." he smiled a little.

I got up off the bed and over to where my jeans had been abandoned, digging in their back pocket and retrieving the lube that I had stolen from Freddie.

I was fucking jittery, I laughed, nervously, "Lucky for us...I came prepared." I threw the bottle at him.

He caught it, "Where the hell did you get this?!" He giggled, his cheeks turning pink.

"I...umm, I stole it...from Freddie." I cringed a little.

"Christ. We can't even have sex without him getting involved somehow." He joked.

I walked towards him and stood in front of him as he sat on the bed, "Well it's either that or...nothing at all." I shrugged, suggestively.

His face was dangerously close to my still fully hard cock and he suddenly grabbed it, making me gasp a little.

He raised his eyebrows at me as I looked down at his naughty little face, "We'll just have to buy him a new bottle then, won't we..." he crooned.

Before I could answer him my eyes drifted closed and a quiet moan escaped my throat as I felt his wet tongue circle my tip as his hand pumped up and down my length slowly, making me see stars.

In that instant, all the nerves vanished and all I wanted and all I could visualise...was fucking John Deacon.

I was trying hard to remember what Freddie had told me about having sex but with my cock rammed down Deaky's throat I was having a hard time recollecting anything that he had said.

Apart from preparing him. And lube.

"Mmm...Deaks..." I growled, grabbing his hair and slowing his head down as to not finish me off before the big occasion.

Pulling myself out of his mouth he looked up at me innocently with big eyes before licking his lips, "Sorry..." he grinned.

I grabbed the lube and thought for a moment before cracking into a grin, "You will be." I answered back, playfully.

Surprisingly, after all those years of fucking many girls I had never used lube, although I needn't question how to use it, it was common sense, really.

I pumped some onto my fingers and studied the sticky liquid before glancing at Deaky mischievously.
"Lay down..." I ordered.

He did as he was told, a nervous twinkle in his eyes.

I crawled over the top of him again, I started to kiss those lips of his passionately, sneaking my hand down to his cock I wrapped my hand around it, the lube on my fingers making it so much easier to get a rhythm going with my hand, his chest rising and falling heavily whilst he tried to continue to kiss me but was having trouble focusing his mind on anything else other than what my hand was doing to him. I wanted to relax him before I went further, I could tell he was nervous.

His legs unable to keep still underneath me I broke away from the kiss momentarily before moving on, "Hey..."

His eyes drifted open.

"Tell me to stop if you want me to, okay?" I reassured.

"Okay." He nodded, reaching up and starting to kiss me again.

My heart was beating insanely quickly, out of nerves and adrenaline.

My hand left his erection and travelled down his bare thigh, persuading him to lift his leg at the knee and he did so with both legs, he was kissing me with his eyes squeezed closed and with much force, maybe to distract him.

Gently and slowly I started to push a finger into him, a sharp breath made him stop kissing me for a short second and his arms around my neck tightened.

I waited until he relaxed before going in a little deeper.

He reacted by biting on my bottom lip during the kiss that was still going on, which drove me insane, which excited me...

"Okay?" I whispered, smiling naughtily.

His eyes were hazed and he looked up at me with the most sexy sparkle in his eyes, he nodded, seeming already comfortable and used to the feeling of my finger inside of him...so I tested him, and pushed another one in, slowly. I watched as his eyes rolled back and a strangled cry left his throat.

No matter how hard I tried to indulge myself in this moment there was one word that was ringing in my ears that Freddie had said to me, one that sort of...repulsed me but at the same time made me want to chuckle.

As the word echoed in my ears I could see him also demonstrating the movement, I remember telling him that he was disgusting but now...now I understood.

The look of uttermost pleasure on Deaky's face told me that he wasn't in pain...so I slightly scissored my fingers, to stretch him as Freddie had crudely put.

He hissed and grabbed the wrist of the hand that was keeping me up, a silent snarl on his face.

I couldn't, and I didn't want to wait any longer.

He breathed out heavily once my fingers had left him and I leaned over him further, gave him another quick kiss on the lips..."Can I?" My breath trembled impatiently.

"Yes..." he grinned, pushing my messy hair out of my face.

Maybe a little too eagerly I grabbed the bottle of lube once again and doused my painfully hard cock in the substance before returning to my previous position...only after spreading his legs a tiny bit more.

With one hand keeping me up and one hand on my dick, I glanced at him once more and he gave me a little nod. I could hear nothing but my tremendously loud heartbeat thudding away in my ears when I pressed my swollen tip against his opening, I gasped a little at the pressure and immense tightness before he pulled me forward and buried his wincing face into the crook of my neck.

He moaned in slight pain as I continued to ease myself inside him.

He attempted to kiss me again but threw his head back against the pillow.

Stuck in a silent scream, my lips found his neck.

I pulled out a little before pushing back in which made a combination of moans, groans and growls leave us both.

There was so much I wanted to say to him but the words would not form and for that, I was slightly grateful.

He opened his eyes and stared straight into mine, both cracking into a little giggle and smile, a I can't believe this is happening mixed with holy fuck.

I got gradually faster and he got more comfortable, I didn't want to push Deaky too far yet, we had all the time in the world to take things to the max. This was our first time.

And maybe it was because it was our first time, or because I'd been waiting for this moment for so long, or because I was extremely horny, or because this new feeling was fucking amazing...but even though this had just begun, I had a feeling I wasn't going to be able to last long. At all. 

"Fuck..." he panted, biting his lip.

I was still going slow but that was enough, "I'm not going...to last very long...Deaks..." I admitted, gasping in between words.

"Me neither..."

With the pleasure building up rapidly it made my pace quicken and soon Deaky was shaking beneath me captured by this full body orgasm he was witnessing.

"Rog...oh god..." he hissed, his back arching and his moans repetitive.

Being two seconds away from my own end I quickly pulled out and finished myself off with my hand, whimpering as my knees threatened to buckle.

I shot my load into my trembling hand and I stared down at John completely out of breath as he stared up at me in the same state.

He smiled in disbelief and I shook my head grinning, both unable to speak.

"I'll be...two seconds..." I panted, getting off the bed clumsily and staggering over the hallway into a bathroom to quickly clean myself up. I caught a glance of myself in the mirror, a hot and sweaty mess with hair like I've been electrocuted...but I broke out into a grin, I was still in shock...but so fucking happy.

Rushing back into his room I jumped back into bed with my boyfriend, an instant stronger connection and more chemistry than ever, we were a little bashful, we looked at each other all embarrassed and such.

"Oh...my...god." Deaks suddenly giggled, turning to look at me properly.

"Did that just happen?" I chuckled.

"I don't even know..." he laughed.

He laid with his head on my chest and I put an arm around him, "So...what did that feel like?"

"Weird. A good weird. A really good weird. It wasn't as painful as I thought it would be...that orgasm though, fuckinghell." He gushed.

I broke into a grin, "I'll be better next time..." I winked at him.

He sighed in huge content, both of us still a little giddy, "I fucking love you."

"I fucking love you too."

We laid there feeling quite proud of ourselves and much closer than before, if that was at all possible. It was a weird sensation. It was like we belonged to each other now, not that we didn't before but...it really was strange. A good strange.

But soon, the lovely atmosphere and the moment we shared together of course, had to come to an end.

"Where are you, you lousy bastards?!" I we heard a loud shout coming from downstairs and some clumsy footwork coming up them.

"Fuck! They're home!" Deaky squealed.

We both jumped out of bed and scrambled about like lunatics trying to get dressed, giggling like little girls.

It was obviously Freddie shouting, "You haven't put the fucking chicken fillets in the fridge! Are you trying to bloody kill the lot of us?!"