Freddie's P.O.V.

I stared up into Brian's glittering eyes, alive with excitement and lust, his face beaming.

How could I say no to him?

Apart from me wanting to give him the best sex of his life and being literally incapable of doing so until he gets used to it, was frustrating, but I'm sure he understood that...

"You've slept with a girl, haven't you?" I slyly asked.

His eyebrows furrowed and and he looked at me suspiciously, "Yes..." he nodded.

"Have you ever taken a girls virginity?" I dug a little deeper, to use as an example, and also to just be down right nosey.

He swallowed and then chuckled a little, "Yeah..." he groaned in embarrassment.

"How was that?" I was grinning now, all the while he was still situated on top of me, straddling my bare thighs.

He winced as a memory flashed up in his mind, "Not great...? It didn't last very long and...it was just a bit, awkward? Didn't really feel that great either, for neither of us..." he shrugged, blushing.

Ah, so he did understand.

"And you do realise that everything you have just said, is what your first time is going to be like? Just ten times worse." I broke it to him, truthfully.

He nodded at me confidently and sighed, "I know, Fred. I also know that after a few times, me and that girl were having some great sex, so I know that's going to happen with us too. Why are you trying to put me off? I've had to listen to you rave about your sex life and how good it is for god knows how many years, and now you've got your chance to show me, you're chickening out?!" He asked, sounding a tad bit annoyed but still with that cheeky smile plastered on his face.

"I'm not trying to put you off, darling, believe me. I want this as much as you do, but I'm just trying to psyche you up for it, it's a lot different to fucking a girl." I swallowed and licked my lips, "And I'm just trying to savour the last drops of your innocence before I completely take it away from you..." I smiled, a tad little bit of sadness in my emotions, I still wanted to keep him pure, even though he was already far from pure, but to me he was still this oblivious little thing and I sort of wanted to keep him that way, it was cute...but then the other side of me wanted to fuck his nightmares into daydreams and make him scream my name.

It's like the angel and devil scenario all over again.

Which side do I listen to?

Well, with the way he's practically begging for me, I could tell he wasn't about to take no for an answer, I would have to listen to the devil side, but not unleash all of him yet, I had to be gentle.

"Are you sure, Bri? You know we don't have to do it tonight, we can wait until-" he cut me off by pressing his needy lips onto mine, running his tongue against my bottom lip and his hand suddenly gripping my solid cock making my body jerk again.

He gave me a few, hard and quick pumps of his hand until his hand fell away and his lips prised from mine, he looked into my hazed eyes as I stared at him in shock at his unexpected little move there.

"Yes, Freddie. I'm sure." He said indefinitely, not an ounce of uncertainty in his voice.

He was ready.

But was I?

Would I remember what to do? How to please him or how to move?

Of course I fucking would.

I smirked up at him, letting out a throaty chuckle.
"Okay..." I whispered whilst shrugging, watching his eyes light up, "How do you want to do this?" I asked, quietly.

I wanted him to tell me exactly what he wanted, I wanted to do it his way, I wanted him to tell me where to be and what to do to make the experience the best for him.

"What do you mean?" He whispered, his voice thick with impatience.

I chuckled softly, "Well, Brian, I could either fuck you from behind, or you lay on your back whilst I get in between your legs...or you could get on top of me and control everything yourself. Your choice, darling." I winked at him after reeling that short list off in a particularly seductive voice, just to rev him up a little more than he was already.

He'd gone all quiet, probably at the prospect of those positions I had given him the choice of, it might now feel real to him. He was staring into space, possibly picturing these situations in his head, deciding which one he liked the imaginary images of the most before he picked.

"You on top..." he finally whispered with a hard swallow.

I broke into a grin, by far not my favourite position, but if that's what Brian wanted, then so be it. Besides, this way I would get to see his facial expressions whilst everything was happening.

"Good choice..." I raised my eyebrows at him and we began to move, I knelt on the bed whilst he laid himself down on his back, I looked over his divine body, his tall and slender frame, he was perfect to me.

I slid off the bed and began to walk away.

"Where are you going?" Brian asked, sounding as if he expected me to just walk right on out of the room and not come back.

I smiled with my back to him as I went over to my suitcase that was stuffed in the corner of the room.

"To retrieve some vitals, dear, don't worry, I'm only here." I said overly sympathetically as I dug around pulling out the two things that I always packed with me, never being sure whether they would get used or not.

I sauntered back over, hiding them behind my back, I knelt back on the bed and with my spare hand, spread his legs a little so that I could kneel further between them.

"What's in your hand?" Bri asked, suspiciously.

One by one I brought them from behind my back, "Two little things called protection, and lubrication." I held them up for him to see, hoping that he would have seen them and used them both before. Jesus.

He seemed to breath a sigh of relief at the two items, probably thinking I had some kind of sex toy or handcuffs behind my back instead. I'll save those for another time.

I placed them both down on the bed as I gently placed my hands on Brian's legs, "Bend your knees..." I whispered softly, and when he had done, pushed his legs further apart so that I could wriggle between them and put my hands either side of his shoulders.

Even getting into the position sent a harsh tingle down my spine, it was starting to feel real for me now, too.

I gave him a quick kiss before kneeling back up between his legs and taking the bottle of lube, popping off its lid and pumping some onto my fingers.
I smiled at his inquisitive face whilst he watched me intently.
"Want to taste?" I joked, holding out my saturated fingers towards him.

"Taste?" He questioned.

"It's strawberry flavoured, not my favourite, but it'll do." I winked at him playfully which made him chuckle.

"What's your favourite?" He asked, watching me warm the liquid up between my fingers.

I shrugged, "Non flavoured...if you're going to taste like anything, I'd rather you taste like you, and not some kind of artificial fruit flavour." I stared into his eyes as I let my lube covered fingers run over the head of his cock, making a long sigh leave his body and his eyes to close.

I carried on covering his erection in the sticky substance, not that I needed to, it wasn't his that needed to be slick. But I wanted to gain his trust by starting with something familiar.

I returned to my position between his legs, one hand keeping me up next to his left shoulder and the other hand left behind, still stroking him slowly before I ventured further, his eyes still shut.

Little whimpers of pleasure leaving his throat.

My heart was beating insanely quickly, at the thought of getting my first fuck in almost a year...and also being the first man to fuck Brian.

I slid my fingers down towards his entrance, immediately I felt his body go rigid.

I let my lips find his and we began to kiss so heatedly I almost forgot to do things with my hand, loosing myself in the kiss, him biting on my bottom lip and our tongues swirling around one another's, until I pressed a single digit of mine slightly inside of him, causing him to bite my lip as I did so, making me wince.

I kept it there until he seemed to relax, his scrunched up eyes returned to their normal closed state and he again began to kiss me slowly.

I pushed my finger a little more inside of him and a little squeak left his lips and his teeth clenched together, trying to keep his composure. I let this little routine carry on until I could go no further and he seemed comfortable with that single digit being inside of him, so I dared to partly push in another.

One of his hands was gripping the wrist that was keeping me above him, the other one kneading the bed sheets between his fist.

After struggling a little what with how tight Brian seemed to be and with a few little whimpers of pain from my guitarist, very slowly and gently, I began to move them inside of him, preparing him for something...a little bigger than my two fingers.

I watched his face, trying to read it when it contorted into an expression of discomfort or maybe even a slight little bit of pleasure.

But he was stuck in silent scream, jaw hanging open slightly and eyes still shut.

He was probably trying to not think about the intruders inside of him...but then again, on the other hand, he could be focusing on the feeling, trying to get used to it and make it into something a lot more enjoyable.

But at the moment I couldn't quite read his body language.

"Okay?" I whispered, curious.

He bit down on his lip and his body wriggled a little, he nodded quickly, "Mhmm..." he hummed.

He was taking it well...

My fingers had picked up pace and so had Brian's breathing, hitching in his throat now again when he had to swallow down those moans of his, although he was panting and his forehead was glistening with a sheen of sweat, his face still read pain...but he was getting closer to pleasure.

He was almost ready.

His grip around my wrist suddenly got tighter and his back arched a little as his face winced.

I slowly retracted my fingers from him and hung my head close over his face, I could feel his quick breaths tickling my cheeks as I smiled at him softly whilst his eyes flickered back open.

"I'm sorry...did that hurt?" I whispered, swallowing down my guilt.

A small, bashful smile swept across his face as his flushed cheeks turned redder, he nodded slightly, "A little..."

A sighed quietly, "Are you sure you don't want to wait?" I swept a delicate thumb over his pink cheek as he answered me.

He nodded, "I just want to try, if it doesn't work out, we'll just try again tomorrow." He seemed eager still.

I chuckled at him, smiling widely.

Tomorrow.

The word rang in my ears.

Tomorrow.

That wasn't a word I was used to hearing during sex, there was never a tomorrow during a one night stand, it was a here, now, and never see them again.

There was no, I'll see you tomorrow, or, let's do this again tomorrow...

Which made it all feel a lot more real, yes, I was in a relationship with Brian and had been for a few months now, but I have never thought about it like this, still in the mind frame that I had to do everything and feel everything with him now because time wouldn't wait for me. For some reason I felt like we didn't have a tomorrow, because I'd never had done with anyone else before.

But we did. We had tomorrow, we had the day after that, next week, next month...next year, even.

He was mine for as long as I could keep him and, holy shit was I going to have a good go at forever.

"Tomorrow..." I whispered aloud.

Brian cutely nodded in response.

I nodded too, "Yes...yes okay...tomorrow..." I grinned now.

"And now." Brian clarified, giggling.

"And now." I cocked my head to the side playfully as I winked at him, "You're already trying to wear me out?" I joked.

"You're a fuck machine, Freddie. There's no wearing you out." He said, tongue in cheek.

I chuckled again as I rose to my knees and grabbed the lube bottle, "I was a fuck machine, Brian." I corrected him, whilst squirting some of the sticky liquid onto my fingers again.

"How come you changed yourself so quickly? I never thought you'd actually be able to do it." He was blushing as he admitted that.

"I did it because I knew my actions were stopping me from getting what I really wanted..."

"And...mm...what was that..." he struggled to say as I made his entrance slick and ready for me.

I pumped more lube into my hand and warmed it up, "Well, it was..." I had to pause and compose myself, Bri had reached over and started stroke me slowly, but with a tight grip on my cock, I let a silent groan take over, he was getting slightly carried away and stroking me for a little too long, making my eyes close and my teeth to bite my lip, "...you." I managed to finish the sentence through a gasp of pleasure before opening back up my eyes once his hand had fell away.

I caught Brian's wide eyes staring at me with a devious smirk on his lips after watching me react to his movements for a few seconds, I hadn't even thought about him watching me in the moment.

I looked at him with fire in my eyes, I reached for the condom I had brought over, ripping it open.

He raised an eyebrow at me, "I would have never thought you were one to wear protection." He giggled a little.

I scoffed, "I never do, but thought you might want me to wear one." I shrugged as I put it on.

He replied, "You don't even wear them with strangers?"

I shook my head, "There's no time to put one on when you're just trying to get it over with! Besides, it feels like I'm fucking a plastic bag when I'm wearing one, it's awful." I chuckled, making him do the same, hoping he would tell me I didn't have to wear it, but he didn't, so for his sake, I would put up with it this time.

He pulled me back down and started to kiss my swollen and sensitive lips once I had covered my cock in lube, an adventurous hand of his found it, gently running his thumb over its head, making me shiver with anticipation and rest my forehead against his as I let out a low, masculine groan.

I stared into his hazel eyes, foreheads still touching as I pushed his hand away from my erection and replaced his hand with mine, guiding myself towards his entrance where I stayed for a little while, teasing him, threatening to push inside him...but never doing it.

That little bit of contact alone was making my palms sweat.

Flashbacks of all of my one night stands were coming back to me now that the forgotten feeling of sex was almost upon me again, but I was sure to rid those pictures from my mind, that wasn't me anymore and it was never going to be ever again.

I didn't need to prowl through a crowd looking for someone willing, I didn't need to look for a spare toilet cubicle or a nearby alleyway to use for the deed. There was no need for me to shove them up against the toilet door and have to hear it bang every time I thrust into them, wanting it over with so not everybody in the club knew what we were getting up to.

I already favoured this slow, private affair, no need to rush and all in the comfort of a bed.

It was much more enjoyable. Much more intimate.

And all with somebody that I think I might have quite possibly fallen deeply and madly in love with.

Brian had begun to fidget with impatience beneath me and I knew the time had come.

"Are you sure?" I asked, quietly, smiling at this wonderful being.

He pursed his lips, finally looking a little nervous, nodding his head.

"If at any moment you want me to stop, tell me. Okay?" I whispered against his lips, kissing them quickly.

"I will." He whispered back, a smaller  smile flashing across his face.

Shifting a little and getting my position just so, I took a few deep breaths in a bid to steady my heart rate, before I quickly entwined one of his hands with mine and began to very slowly push myself into him.

He inhaled sharply, in a little pain, appearing to hold his breath and bite his lip, I looked down and hated knowing I was hurting him...but already, the feeling of him around my tip was bringing back all the reasons why I loved sex so much...I swallowed hard, gasping loudly at the feeling of entering Brian for the first time, he was so fucking tight. I had to keep reminding myself I had to go slow, frustratingly slow, that he couldn't take a pounding...yet.

Now that I'd had my first feel, I just wanted to go hard and fast, but knew I couldn't.

I continued to push inside him, millimetre by millimetre, agonisingly slowly, he was squeezing my hand that he was holding so tightly the blood circulation was being cut off.

He was wincing in pain but I could tell he was trying so hard to make it look like it wasn't that bad...when it no doubt was. I had once been in his shoes...I knew just how bad it was.

I also knew just how good it gets, too.

The further I pushed into him the more I wanted to go further, I didn't want to stop until my whole cock was buried inside of Brian...but I paused, "Bri..." I whispered, breathing heavily.

He opened his pained eyes and looked up at me, his eyebrows knitted together in discomfort.

"Do you want to stop...?" I didn't want to carry on if it was too much for him.

He shook his head, "No...not yet..."

I let myself thrust a little more, I was about halfway inside of him and I could already feel him throbbing around me.

I decided not to go any deeper even though I desperately wanted to, instead I slowly slid almost all the way out of him again, and then repeated, but this time going back in in one slow, continuous movement.

His head was dug into the pillow as he whimpered quietly.

I continued this motion, slowly pulling out and easing myself back into him over and over.

I knew it would start to feel better for him eventually, but I knew I wouldn't be able to make him cum, not like this, at least not tonight, anyways, give it a few days and I'll have him be a trembling mess.

Although uncomfortable for him it was heaven for me, I tried not to show it too much but even at this teasingly slow pace it felt amazing, all the times I had imagined doing this and now, I was doing it for real...it felt surreal.

"Ouch...Freddie..." Brian suddenly whimpered, breaking me from my trance, it seems in my mental absence I had thrusted into him a little too far for his liking, but he was still smiling.

"Sorry, darling..." I breathed heavily, ducking my head and planting my lips on his, kissing him deeply whilst I pulled out and thrust back into him, pace picking up ever so slightly but not enough for either of us to have an orgasm, but nonetheless, it felt good, even if I was getting a little tetchy at the need of a release.

A few more slow thrusts and I could tell it was too much for him to take, but he just didn't want to say, I've no idea why, it's not like I would be disappointed, I knew all along how this would go and to be honest, he's already lasted a lot longer than I thought he would.

I pulled out of him completely, his body jerking when I left him empty, his forearm laid across his forehead, his eyes drifted open.

I stayed over the top of him, smirking even though he looked rather embarrassed.

"I'm going to leave you there for tonight..." I said, quietly.

He pouted his lips at me but I giggled, "I didn't say I wasn't going to make you cum, though." I winked cheekily at him and crawled backwards, placing small kisses along his stomach, across his groin..."Can I?" I asked, already holding his cock towards my lips.

He broke into a grin and nodded his head, "Yes please." He groaned.

Wrapping my wet lips around the tip of his erection I tasted the faint flavour of that sickly sweet, strawberry lube but concentrated more on the feeling of him on my tongue and not that fake taste, swirling around his member and stroking him with my hand at the same time, I could already hear the moans of pleasure and not pain...I was also experienced enough to know that he'd been worked up for so long, he wouldn't last much longer, a few intermediate tongue movements and he'd let go.

I squeezed him tighter with my hand and took him all the way down my hot throat, quicker, deeper...until he was a writhing mess.

"Fuck..." he whispered under his breath, almost inaudibly as his back arched, forcing himself even further down my throat, causing me to come back up for breath, swallowing and raising an eyebrow at him.
"Steady on..." I teased in a husky voice before immediately resuming, twisting my wrist as I tossed him off, enjoying the slight pain from his hair pulling, his fingers wrapped and tangled around my hair, gripping it tighter when he was getting closer.

I felt his body tense and a strangled yelp sounded from him as he came and released himself down my throat, feeling his cock throb against my tongue as I swallowed, he tasted so much better than that lube.

His chest rose and sank quickly as he trembled slightly and moaned through his breaths, his grip in my hair keeping me down with his cock still in my mouth, but eventually his grip loosened as his orgasm subsided and I let him slip out from my mouth.

I watched his heaving body try to relax, my own erection throbbing hard at the lack of attention...having witnessed a Brian May orgasm was almost like having one myself, I very nearly lost it.
I stayed where I was and licked my lips once we made eye contact.

"I bet Charlie never did that to you, did he." I sneered, having the last say.

I rose to my feet, leaving a weak Brian laid on the bed and entered the bathroom, closing the door behind me, peering in the mirror to see my watery blowjob eyes and my sex hair, courtesy of Brian pulling it.

I didn't care, breaking out into a grin as I stared at myself in the mirror, I loved it. I loved looking like I'd just had sex with Brian, because I had. It wasn't some kind of fixture of my imagination anymore, I had just fucked him, albeit not to my full potential but that would come, I had just tasted him...it was real.

I giggled in disbelief, not quite believing any of this had just happened.

There was suddenly a small knock on the bathroom door and I opened it, a sweaty Brian stood on the other side, I chuckled when I saw him, "You look used, darling." I teased, he truly did look exhausted.

He walked past me and peered at himself in the mirror, still naked, he ruffled his curls about.

"I'm not completely spent yet." He smirked, turning back around to me, walking towards me slowly, placing his guitarist hands on my waist, gently pushing me up against the sink.

I looked up at him smugly, "Is that so?"

"So much so that I think you should let me finish you off." He whispered seductively, his fingers sweeping along my groin.

My smile faded a little, not expecting that at all, I didn't want Brian to think that just because I had made him cum, he had to do the same to me, even if my cock was screaming out for his touch.

"Oh no, Brian, you don't...have to..." I struggled to finish my sentence as he sunk to his knees too quickly for me to stop him and let my erection slide into his mouth.

I knew I wouldn't last long. I'd been hard for hours already and I'd not even pleased myself for weeks either, so this first touch from someone other than myself in almost a year would most certainly tip me over the edge in a matter of minutes.

I groaned as I looked down and watched my cock disappear into his mouth and then reappear when he pulled back, having to hold onto the edges of the sink for stability.

My eyes closed tightly as my teeth grit hard, stomach tensing when pleasure made me tremble, everything was throbbing as he made me see stars, my knees buckling as he went faster.

It was my turn now to make his hair a mess.

"Brian..." I moaned, attempting to make a sentence but ending in just an explicitly sounding name call.

I felt my insides contracting as an orgasm built up, I couldn't keep quiet, I didn't care how loud I might be, all I was aware of was Brian's stare when he knew what was about to happen and how he sucked harder when I started to cum.

Biting down on my knuckles to suppress some of my noises, I too, held his head where it was until the intense feelings had subsided and all that was left was my throbbing cock.

Still holding on tightly to the sink, Brian rose to his feet whilst I was trying to catch my breath, I watched as he wiped his lips on the back of his hand and smirked at me devilishly.

"Not expecting that?" Brian asked, a side smile present on his face.

I shook my head, still catching up on oxygen, speechless.

"Bed?" Bri suggested, it was getting light outside, we'd been up to no good for hours now, we need rest after the show tonight...and especially after everything that happened afterwards.

We snuggled down under the covers after calming down and turning off the lights, Brian was soon asleep, but I couldn't seem to shake the smile off my face, did I feel smug and lucky? Yes. Yes I did.

Somehow this had all worked my way after so much heartbreak. I'd won the best prize I could think of and for some daft reason, he wanted me too.
I felt so content, there was no emptiness in myself anymore, all loveless voids had been filled...and I felt that I could take on the world.

I was so aware of the stares from Roger and John the next morning as myself and Brian joined them for breakfast, I couldn't help a small smile escape my lips as we sat opposite them, I knew that they would know what had happened last night just from the look on my face.

I looked up at them to see them both staring at us.

The two of them exchanged glances and both started to nod their heads at each other as though they had predicted this outcome all along.

Although my cheeks were burning it was actually nice to see Rog and Deaks talking normally, it was still rather saddening that their own relationship had never worked out as sometimes I forget that they're no longer an item, they still have their awkward moments but other than that, time had already done some of the healing for them, they were really bonding as friends again, even if I knew Roger was still holding out hope for them giving it another go...and John was already fucking someone else.

But I knew not to get too wrapped up in what they were doing with their lives anymore, I had more than enough to focus on what with that little minx of a guitarist I had on my arm.

"Wow, don't make it too obvious, guys." Deaky chuckled as he took a bite of some toast.

"What?" Brian asked, oblivious.

I chuckled quietly, aware that Roger was laughing at my reaction.

"Look at you both, there's a glow about you." Roger said, mocking me as that was a saying of mine whenever I knew one of them had gotten down to the dirty the night before.

Bri caught on and hung his head down in embarrassment.

I made eye contact with Deaky who nodded at me approvingly, "About fucking time." He muttered under his breath.

"Guys..." Brian whimpered, wanting them to shut up.

No doubt I would have to dish the dirt to the other two later on, I knew they wouldn't stop asking until I did.

I watched as Roger held up his hand to John and they high fived each other.

"You own me £10." Deaky mentioned.

"Okay, okay..." Roger rolled his eyes.

"You put a fucking bet on it?" I asked, amused.

John shrugged, "Well when I found you half naked in my room last night I knew the antics would carry on." The bassist shrugged mischievously.

"We're not the only ones who got up to some antics last night though, are we, Deaky?" I suggested slyly.

John's cheeks immediately turned red and he looked away, the smugness vanishing, he should know by now he can't hide things from me, I know everything.

Rogers eyes widened as he turned towards John and glanced at him, a look of outrage on his face, perhaps I shouldn't have said that in front of Roger.