"You guys sure you don't wanna tag along?"

"Yeah, we're sure. You guys have your own fun tonight. We'll be alright here."

Freddie dimly heard the conversation between John and Roger from the other room as he walked over to the doorway of the kitchen and spotted the couple, fully dressed in nighttime attire, standing at the front door of their flat. John was laying on the couch, the TV playing a random sitcom in the background at a low volume, and an unopened bottle of brandy and new pack of cigarettes were sitting on the coffee table.

"Oh we'll be fine! You have your special night out, it's been so long since either of us have had some time alone since the tour finished last month. You don't need us tagging along. Go to that cinema, out for a treat, and maybe even just roam the streets together!" Freddie encouraged.

Freddie grinned once he saw both of their faces light up at the suggestion of being together without him or John to interfere. It'd been only two weeks since they'd finished their tour for News of the World and they were still recovering from it, none of them eager to rush into the next album. However, Freddie had seen a stack of papers on Roger's nightstand with what he presumed to be new lyrics for some songs, and from the looks he had gotten while writing one of them, he presumed it wouldn't be a kindly written song. He couldn't be excused either, since a few lyrics had been stuck in his head ever since their tour had ended, wanting to dedicate a song to their audience for their next tour.

"Come on Rog, stop talking about what we didn't do so we can actually do something now and see that film. We can stop by that pub you like right next to the theater after the film if you want." Brian said, tugging impatiently at Roger's coat and snapping him out of his useless jabbering about what they hadn't gotten to do while on tour.

"Damn, I forgot about the film! We'll see you two later then." Roger said, rushing down the hall.

Brian left with a small wave and a gentle closing of the door as Freddie looked over at John, who smiled warmly at him before sitting up to make room for him on the couch. He placed the plate he'd been holding back in the cabinet and threw the towel onto the counter beneath it.

"Come sit down babe, the rest can wait till tomorrow." John called out

He wandered over, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, earning a soft chuckle from John. "Not right now love. I'd like to get cleaned up first. Be nice and fruity for you." He whispered. He'd planned a nice and simple evening for them ever since Roger and Brian had mentioned they were going out tonight while they'd been out all day. That bottle of brandy that he'd gotten while on tour in America on the final leg of there tour was something he especially looked forward to, that and a nice movie together while the other two were out and about to do their own things. The box of cigarettes, on the other hand, he guessed John had taken the liberty of purchasing, for either himself or for anyone to take. And the last thing he wanted to do was interrupt their night and go clean up or not do it at all, which was just out of the question. John had done it, so it was only polite of him to be all clean for him as well.

"Right now?" He asked, placing his hand on his arm.

"Better now so that it's done with. Don't worry, I'll be as quick as I can. Indulge yourself in that brandy I bought earlier! I bought it for tonight anyway."

Freddie unhooked his arms from John's upper body and ran his hand along his shortened hair. "Might have gotten that cut a bit too short." He jeered

"It'll grow back in time, I was tired of the long look. We all were, 'cept Brian."

"Highly doubt he'd do anything to muck it up again. You weren't around when he straightened it. Still think he'd smash a guitar before doing that again."

"Might be too extreme there. He's no Townshend. Go get your shower done with so I don't have to sit out here by myself." John began, "I don't think either of us would be pleased if the other two came home before we had any alone time."

"Oh alright. I'll be back soon."

John pecked him on the cheek before releasing his light grip on Freddie's hand that sat on his shoulder. He smiled softly before heading away from the living room, hearing the volume on the TV increase just before he shut the door. Knowing full well John would be fine without him, and that there wasn't much to do but listen to either music or whatever was on TV, nothing bad could possibly happen.

...

"Took longer than expected," Freddie whispered to himself as he placed the hairdryer back down onto the bathroom sink. He ran his hands through his clean and softened hair and smiled to himself, pleased at what he had accomplished in roughly forty-five minutes. However around the thirty minute point, he had heard some fairly loud music start to play from the living room, coming to the conclusion that John had grown bored with whatever was on the TV that night and had resorted to playing his music, or whatever had come on the radio. After hearing a small thud from the room, Freddie tugged his leather pants on and threw on his robe, now curious at what John could possibly have gotten up to while he had left, hoping that he hadn't jinxed anything due to his earlier thoughts.

As he walked down the hall, the beats of the music grew louder as the pop music bounced against the walls of their flat. God I wish he'd get out of that funk phase and at least throw on some rock music. He peered around the corner and had to suppress both a gasp of shock and the loud laughing fit that would have followed and reduced it to a small squeak before he covered his mouth with his hand. He looked around the room, seeing a small decoration on the ground, luckily not broken, one empty, clean shot-glass next to a bottle of brandy with nearly half of it gone, some of it spilled across the table. But all the couldn't compare to the sight on the couch. He stared in awe at his boyfriend who was screaming along to the music, his shirt unbuttoned, what he presumed to be a shot glass in his hand, and the absence of his jeans and boxers, which he now noticed were thrown onto the floor next to the chair.

"John?!" He asked, finally recovering from the shock

He turned around, a cigarette burning in his other hand. He took a quick drag from the cigarette and hopped down from the couch, stumbling over to him. He smiled lazily at him.

"Hey Fred! All nice and c-clean now?" He said

"What did you do?" He asked, ignoring his question

"Exactly what you said to do. Have some of that br-andy you bought. I grabbed two of your sh-shot glasses from the cabinet and had a few of them myself. Really good stuff!"

"And exactly how many shots did you have?"

"O-only three or four."

Freddie glanced over at the table where the other glass was sitting, assuming it was for him once he got there. He picked it up and took notice of the larger size of the glass. "John, gimme yours for a sec."

"Ooh, wanna share one right now? Eager to have some fun?" He teased, handing him the other shot glass

And now that makes sense. Three, even four, regular shots wouldn't have done that. God he grabbed my double-shot glasses. Why the hell did he use these? Certainly not like they're the same size.

"Oh God John!" He said, not being able to hold back a smile, "You idiot, those are my double-shot glasses! No wonder you're so...so..."

"Oh just say it, it's f-fine by me." He slurred.

John grabbed the collar of his robe and brought him closer, "Come on, let's just dance or do whatever! Brian and Roger aren't home! Hell, Roger's probably getting drunk wherever they went! Knowing him they'll end up at a hotel tonight instead. Go on, have a shot or two! Even light a cigarette! You've never said no before." He exclaimed, taking another drag of his cigarette before putting it out in the ashtray at the edge of the table.

"And I never said I wouldn't."

Freddie bent down to pour the first shot, hearing John scoff behind him. "Ooh, less convincing than usual. Bucky's gonna get hammered tonight." He taunted

He nearly gagged on his first shot, feeling the warmth of the brandy spread through his system before glaring at John, who was dying of laughter on the chair behind him, clutching his stomach and desperately trying to breathe.

He shot a death glare towards John, attempting to cover his teeth after hearing what he'd been called for years back in school. A slight blush crept up onto his face as he placed the shot down, looking down at the younger boy who was finally recovering from his laughing fit.

"Well it's true." John managed to say after collecting himself. Yet his remark didn't seem to make him feel any better. After he got up, he hung his arm around his shoulders and grinned. "Come on, lemme see my happy boy."

Freddie muttered something under his breath about John's behavior and smiled weakly, unable to resist John's childish charm, hearing John giggle softly in his ear.

"There's my smiling prince." He said, Freddie pouring another shot into his own double-shot glass, making a slight mental agreement at John's previous praise of his choice in alcohol. Despite his love for vodka, brandy was a fave among all of them, even John loved it, though he hardly ever went for anything stronger than that, staying far away from whisky and moonshine ever since their visit to Houston left him too hungover to even move the whole day, leaving them at home all day with him. He had kept to that promise of never having those, at least as a shot, again. But brandy, vodka, and almost anything else he'd been drinking like he usually would. Though after tonight, I'm not too sure he'd have brandy for a while...

"Hey, where's the other bottle you got?" John asked from the kitchen, Freddie just realizing he hadn't seen him move from the living room while he'd been thinking about the past experiences with alcohol.

"I only bought the one. " He paused and downed the second shot, "And unless you wanna get beaten by Roger for taking his bottle of beer in there I'd suggest leaving it alone." He cautioned, purposely leaving out any mention of the bottle of Tuscan wine that Brian had told him he'd gotten especially for him and Roger back during their tour. Knowing John's reckless behavior, he would steal it the next time he got drunk, if he managed to remember anything from tonight, so he found it best not to mention it at all.

"Oh who cares, we'll share the beer. I'll buy him a s-six pack t-tomorrow. Else I get the rest of that brandy." He bargained, flashing a sly smile at him as he gripped the beer bottle in his hand.

"You'll pass out if you have any more alcohol." Freddie argued, placing his glass down after his third shot. T-that's plenty for now. I-I gotta make sure he doesn't hurt himself.

John sauntered over, placing the beer bottle onto the counter behind him and leaned onto it, closing his eyes as a new idea managed to sneak into his thoughts. If Freddie doesn't want to drink more, there's something else we can do. Opening his eyes to look back at his boyfriend, who was heading over to the radio that continued to play pop music and began to browse the other stations, the blur of other music genres blaring from the radio. John bit the inside of his lip and trailed his eyes across his lover's body. Though he much preferred him taking off that loose fitting robe so he could really admire that sweet ass of his, he was content once he turned around after settling on a basic rock station and allowed him to see his uncovered chest and the noticeable bulge on the front of his trousers. Due to the swarm of alcohol that cluttered his ability to think straight, and the fact that he was already a turn on without a shirt, John slowly strolled over to him, Freddie giving him an odd look before he pressed himself against him, wrapping his right arm around his waist.

"Alright then." He ran his hand along his covered chest, reaching down to the loose knot he'd tied for his robe. "Guess we'll h-have to do other things while the boys are away."

John quickly undid the knot, pulling his boyfriend into a deep kiss and ran his hand along his uncovered chest. Freddie pushed him back and glanced up at him, a look of surprise sitting on his face. Even though he should have expected this night to turn into a sex session ever since he found John drunk on the couch a mere ten minutes ago, he was surprised to see him take control so quickly. It was arousing, he had to admit. The atmosphere itself was helping set the sexy mood. Music playing in the background, a bit of alcohol in him, and no one to interrupt them for the time being.

"Naughty boy." He jeered, "Guessing you were planning on this?"

"What makes you so sure?"

"Well, you took off your damn pants already!"

"Mmm simply more c-comfortable." He hummed

Freddie chuckled softly and pulled him back into the kiss they'd been sharing. He was taken aback at John's sudden eagerness and somewhat control he began to demonstrate as he took the upper hand. He slid his hands to his back and pressed him closer against him, gripped his hair with one of them and moved the other one down to gently squeeze his ass. Freddie moaned into the kiss as John nibbled softly on his bottom lip, Freddie pushing back after to regain his breath, dizzy from the vigor and dominance John had shown in that small increment of time.

Freddie didn't fight when John pulled him back into the makeout session once again. John responded enthusiastically by letting his tongue explore his mouth. He playfully spanked his ass, Freddie softly moaning into the kiss once again. John pushed him down onto the couch and looked down at him, surprising him once he saw the lust that darkened his green eyes. He felt John's lips against the side of his neck within a mere second, feeling his warm breath against the sensitive spot along with his lips gently sucking at the skin. He quickly ran his hands along his sides, feeling one of them return to the top as he drew a long line from his collarbone all the way down to his lower-belly.

"God I'm glad you never shave. That rug of yours is such a turn on." He whispered huskily into his ear, softly scratching at the center of his chest, lightly tugging at the hair that covered it.

His breath hitched in his throat as John pressed his body closer against his, his hardening member prodding against his own bulge that was pushing against the tight fabric of his leather pants. He pushed his hips against it, a soft moan falling off his lips at the feeling of John's hand slipping across his bulge and down to the zipper of his pants, trying to quickly pull it down in order to move on.

As John continued to tease him, Freddie could feel his own eagerness grow and his tolerance start to wear thin. Even though he loved teasing John when he was in control, he had little patience himself when he was on the receiving end. He removed his hand from John's back, placing it on his own trousers to help get them off quicker. He felt John's fingers around the lining of his boxers, going lower to touch the base of his dick for a split second before returning to the lining again. Once he got his pants off, he tossed them to the side, draping them over the nearby chair, and gripped John's shoulders, trying to move him off so that they could get to the bedroom. Yet, John didn't bother moving with him, and instead remained on top of him, gripping his sides and giving a devilish smirk.

"Come on love. L-let's get a move on. The b-bedroom's right down the hall."

"Why move? The couch is fine." He replied, moving his hand lower to touch the base of his cock again.

Freddie groaned in frustration, rapidly loosing his nerves due to John's gentle movements, touching, and the alcohol that had meddled with his thoughts. "What if the other two come home?"

"Oh don't tell me Mr. Mercury's afraid of being caught?" Freddie gritted his teeth as John wrapped his hand around his throbbing member, slowly moving it up and down his length.

"Besides, I've other things in mind."

Before Freddie could respond with another argument, John had already yanked down his boxers, freeing his cock from the confinements of the fabric, and continued to run his hand along it, now at a much faster pace. He slid off of him and onto the floor, got on his knees, and placed his hands on his sides. Freddie stifled a moan as he felt him breathe hotly onto his member, one of his hands moving over to his inner thigh.

"You must be exhausted from having to keep all that tension inside of you." John began, "Stressed from the shows and the lack of any relief. You entertained them perfectly, now let me entertain you."

"J-John. Come on, I-I'll shag you nicely in our room." Freddie replied, trying to keep a steady train of thought through the arousal that began clouding up his mind.

John looked up at him, Freddie catching the naughty glint in his eye. He climbed back on top of him, whispering teasingly in his ear, his quiet, soft voice being replaced with a much darker one, each word dripping with lust. "But I'm hungry Fred, and I want some meat."

His pupils dilated at his boyfriend's choice of words. Though he shouldn't be surprised since this happened whenever John drank just enough to make him up for anything. It'd happened in the past, making him remember one of those occasions that even helped with that vulgar song on the previous album. Despite being embarrassed then, John didn't care about his choice of words for the time being and, like the other times, only spoke the most blatant truth or talked with absolutely vulgar language. Of course it made it more fun, and the feeling of him on top of him again, now without any pants on himself, made his previous statement about feeling slightly nervous at the thought of being caught if Brian and Roger came home seem less and less relevant as time moved on.

Freddie gasped suddenly as John rubbed their crotches together, letting out a long kept groan afterwards. He swallowed hard, trying to regain his focus on the situation, but instead bucked up against his responding hardness. Freddie sighed in defeat. He knew John and his actions once he was drunk. Even though he was shy and prude, though not as much as Brian, that much he'd admit, he was determined when he got in the more dominant moods. He'd get what he wanted, even if it took convincing and going against his own willingness. That side of his personality became more obvious once he got enough alcohol in him too. Although he knew at the back of his mind John wouldn't ever suggest being on top, he could always find ways to be the dominant one in certain situations, and this one wasn't an exception.

Knowing he'd finally convinced Freddie to let him do as he pleased, John resumed his previous actions and went back down to the floor. He spread his legs again, leaning in to lick a long, slow line from the base to the tip of his shaft. Freddie gasped in surprise, not expecting him to move on so quickly. Yet his surprise only increased once John sealed his mouth around the tip and spun a leisure circle around it, licking off the precum in the process.

And in his drunken state, John didn't want to waste time teasing his lover with any small movements or short licks along his dick either. Instead doing the exact opposite. He tightened his grip around Freddie's waist and swallowed him whole, taking as much of his impressive length into his mouth as he could in that quick movement. He heard Freddie utter a helpless squeak, tightening his grip on the couch with twitching fingers. Quickly wanting to divulge into the plans he'd had for the night, John began bobbing his head along his length, gripping the base gently with one of his hands. He smirked once he heard another gasp escape from Freddie's mouth, followed by a long moan.

All Freddie could do after the huge wave of unexpected pleasure subsided to a fast, steady stream through his still slightly shaking body was sit there and let John do whatever he had in mind. He closed his eyes tightly as John's tongue flicked over the underside of his cock, sending a shiver down his spine.

"F-fuck John!" He swore, biting down on his lower lip as he began pulling at the cushion beneath him. He tried to open his eyes to get a glimpse of his surroundings, but his gaze constantly drifted back to John, forcing him to avert his eyes from the more than arousing sight between his legs. The sight of his boyfriend and his dark, lust-filled stare and the quick, yet gentle feeling of his mouth around his cock with his tongue spinning around it, could have finished him off far too fast, and the thought of losing his touch was the last thing he wanted. He cursed under his breath again and felt his right arm start to twitch and shake once John took a bit more of his length into his mouth, Freddie feeling his cock bump against the back of his throat. He let out a wordless cry once John began sucking, slightly throwing his head back into the couch cushion.

"J-just like th-that. P-please...Oh G-God don't stop." He moaned out, barely able to form a coherent sentence with his head growing dizzy from the overwhelming pleasure that shot through his body.

"Ah fuck!" He cursed as John took the rest of his shaft into his mouth, managing to swallow thickly around it as his throat massaged his pulsing dick. He released his grip on the couch, realizing it was no longer enough to express his sexual frustration on, and gripped John's hair, trying to get a good hold on the shortened hair. John's ability to fit his whole length in his mouth not only surprised him, since he'd never been able to do so before, but the unknown feeling of having his entire cock in his mouth was literally breathtaking. He continued moaning out encouragements to continue, subconsciously knowing that John had no plans to stop his endeavors. He tugged at his hair, pressed down on his head to keep him from moving back off of him in any way, and started bucking up into the tightness that was his boyfriend's mouth.

Freddie was made even more aware of his desperation and total lack of control beneath him as he let out a displeased whine as John pulled back, the remaining inch he'd managed to swallow for those few seconds slipping back out of his mouth. He wasn't used to actually receiving anything, whether it be a blow job, being submissive, or even something as simple as a hand job. It wasn't that he hated being submissive, it was that John rarely showed any wanting to be in the dominant position, and had never shown any want to be on top for once. Actually giving head was the closest he'd ever come to being dominant in a sexual situation. And it was those few rare times that John took over that left him in such a vulnerable state, that it shocked him afterwards how different he'd acted. John pulling another loud gasp from him brought him even closer to the brink as he swallowed the rest of his length once again, this time not pulling back a few seconds later and managing to keep it down his throat and finally stopping his teasing of that last patch on the underside of his cock. That final movement was enough to knock down the rest of his frail walls, quickly moving his hands down to his shirt, tugging viciously at the fabric as he moaned uncontrollably, his whole body twitching and writhing beneath John's body as his climax built up relentlessly within him.

John knew that he was close, just from the movements he was making, the sounds that escaped his slightly parted lips, and his cock that was between his lips and pressed against the back of his throat that throbbed mercilessly. Despite his lack of experience, unlike Freddie who'd done it to him countless times before they moved on to an actual sex session, he actually was quite good at giving head and had amazing control of his gag reflex, at least he knew from what Freddie had told him after the occasions of them both receiving an oral sex session. Fully aware that Freddie's sheer amazement at the moment was from never experiencing a good deep-throating session from anyone and finally being able to experience it, without any prior knowledge of it either, made the experience even more spectacular. He looked up at his lover, feeling his own member harden even more, if possible, at the erotic sight of seeing him panting for breath, hearing him moaning unintelligible sentences, and feeling him tugging at his shirt so ruthlessly that he was afraid he'd rip it in two.

"G-God J-John..I-.." His voice trailed off, only to be replaced with a loud groan afterwards.

Freddie heard John chuckle beneath him, his laugh vibrating against his throbbing member. That, mixed with the warm, soft, and wet feeling of John's mouth around his whole cock, and already being so damn close from the session already, finally sent him over the edge. Moving his hands to the back of John's head once again and pressing him down onto his cock as he shot his load into his mouth, his jaw going slack to emit a long, low moan. His back arched forward, throwing his head back as his body convulsed violently, his orgasm reaching every inch of his pleasure-shocked body.

John worked hard and fast to attempt to swallow as much of his boyfriend's load as he could, letting out a soft moan onto him in the process, finding it being extremely arousing to finish him off with just his mouth. John tightened his grip on Freddie's side, finding a sliver of self control to resist pleasuring himself for the time being, trying to put his focus back on Freddie and away from his own leaking member. He heard Freddie's moan crack as he released his tight and slightly painful, grip on his head and fall back on to the couch, visibly tired and shaking from the orgasm he'd brought.

John pulled off of his dick, returning for a split second to clean off the tip, Freddie almost letting out a small sob in the process due to how sensitive he was both mentally and physically. He let out a shaky exhale, glancing down at John who gave a naughty grin as he wiped the sticky white substance that remained, the few remnants quickly being wiped from his mouth with the back of his hand, teasingly licking it off.

"So," John began, getting up from his position on the floor and sitting down next to Freddie, laying his hand on his slightly shaking stomach, rubbing it gently in hopes of comforting the older boy, feeling quite proud at Freddie's sensitivity and shocked state. "How was that?" he asked, not managing to hold back a giggle upon seeing that Freddie was still too spent to respond to the question, non-verbally answering it for him.

Freddie swallowed thickly, giving a weary glance over at John, who was still smiling as though he'd won first prize. "G-Good God John," He answered with a weak smile, "Where the hell d-did you learn that?"

"I've been beneath you enough times to learn some good moves."

"B-but...How did you-"

"Practice from before I met you." He responded, quickly cutting him off.

Once John noticed that he'd recovered most of his energy, he took to what he'd wanted for the past few minutes, his thoughts still fuzzy from both the alcohol and the intense arousal within his body. He took hold of Freddie's robe, pulling him forward and laying back on the couch.

"My turn now." John whispered in his ear, starting to remove the rest of his robe from his body.

Freddie, who had recovered from his earlier ordeal, flashed a naughty grin at his boyfriend, seeing him respond with a similar one as well.

"Of course you do. You've done such a good job." He said, quickly removing his robe and slowly moving his hands down to John's sides. He buried his head between the crook of his neck, biting and sucking at the skin and resuming his dominant role once again. Due to his more sober state, he'd be able to actually tease John instead of diving right in to the oral sex session like he had done to him. His hand slipped down to his lower body, slowly drawing random patterns along his spread inner thighs, purposely avoiding any contact with his tortured member, feeling pleased that he'd been able to make him so tense and desperate for any type of touch in a matter of a few seconds. He felt John's leg twitch from the gentle touch, his nails scratching at the couch beneath them and he tried shifting his body, angling it so that his dick could brush against anything, just to have some type of relief. Yet, Freddie knew better and pressed himself against him, gently enough as to not harm him, but forceful enough so that he couldn't writhe around as much as he had been.

God he loved doing this. Just anything with John, his John, while they were alone. Whether it be sexual activities, watching whatever program was on TV, or cuddling in bed with the lights off, he loved it. But right now it was all about pleasing him, making him feel as good as he had made him feel for those minutes he'd taken him. From John's soft moans to his sharp, erratic breathing, he knew he was doing a good job of making him feel both hot and bothered, but also feeling like he was on cloud nine.

"M-move o-on." John stuttered out, "G-God please move o-on."

"But where's the fun in moving quickly? Be patient dear." He whispered, flicking his hand across the base of his dick, hearing him suddenly gasp and push his hips against his lower body, wrapping his legs around him. John freed his arms from beneath his body, quickly tearing off his sweat-stained shirt and tossing it onto the floor, noticing Freddie's excitement as his gaze returned to his naked body.

"C-come on. J-just fuck me already."

"Should have thought of that before finishing me off. Unless you want to wait a few hours." He suggested, removing his hand from his lower body and pushing back to look down at him. He shook his head heavily at the latter part of his suggestion, moving his arms to pull him back down.

"Damn your such a turn on when you're like this. It's a shame I can't properly shag you tonight." Freddie whispered huskily in his ear, moving with his force back down to his body, "But I know you'll be thrilled once I've got your cock down my throat." John's breath hitched in his throat at the undignified sentence Freddie said, managing only to tense him up even more, ready to start begging for a way to move or even to just have him touch him would help relax his nerves. Luckily, despite Freddie's spoken words, he did move on from gentle touching around his body to actually going somewhere. He moved down to his chest, licking and biting along his sweaty chest as his hand lightly gripped his shaft, slowly drawing small circles around the tip, John sighing in relief at the soft grip on his dripping member. Almost immediately, John began bucking up to the quicksilver touch of his fingers, desperate for more pressure on his aching dick. To his relief, and slight surprise, Freddie did move on much quicker than usual. Whether it was due to his pleads or the lingering buzzed feeling from the earlier shots of brandy, he couldn't be too sure. He wrapped his hand around his cock, pushing down with an slow and steady pace down to the base, a shiver running down his spine as he let out a frustrated groan. He began moving in sync with Freddie's movements, trying to please himself instead of leaving it all to Freddie.

"Ah ah," Freddie said, suddenly removing his grip from his cock, making John whine in dissatisfaction, "Bad boy, trying to finish yourself." He berated, pursing his lips into a false frown of disapproval. "Just relax, and let me entertain you." He instructed, using his boyfriend's earlier words against him.

John tightened his grip on the couch once Freddie resumed his torturous teasing. Instead of going back to where he'd left off, he seemed to go back a step and traced his hand around his inner thigh, purposely missing his dick. Yet, in contrast to what he was doing to his hands, his mouth was trailing lower across his chest, down to his stomach, until he felt his hot breath bump against his length. Freddie moved his hand up to his side, forming a light grip to hold him in place while the other sat close to his body on the couch.

"F-Freddie." He husked in a low, shaky voice, "Do s-something..." He took in a deep breath, his patience wearing thin as Freddie continued to softly lap and nibble around his cock, "Freddie now!" He cried, his breath immediately stocking in his throat once Freddie took his length into his mouth, ceasing his teasing session, obeying his desperate pleads, and finally getting to the climax of the evening.

"Fuck Freddie!" He swore under his breath, his whole body frozen, giving Freddie a split second to clean off the tip of his leaking cock. Though he'd wanted to tease his companion for a longer duration of time, just to heighten the pleasure for the two of them, the earlier fear of being caught had snuck back into his thoughts, making him realize that he couldn't do everything he wanted and had to indeed move quicker. That, and also the fact that knowing how sensitive and tense John was, he didn't want to finish him off with his hand and have the session end like that, though in his drunken state, John probably wouldn't have minded the way he finished. But it was the first thought that really made him move quicker, for the last thing he wanted was being caught by the other two guys once they came home from their own outing.

But having John completely submissive beneath him, begging, writhing, panting beneath him, and his violent tugging at the couch cushion only made those fears fade away once again as he took another inch into his mouth, continually lapping around his shaft, flicking at the ever-sensitive patch near the base on the underside of his cock. He heard John's insistent, erratic panting that was constantly interrupted from the low moans of pleasure he emitted whenever he did something he enjoyed, which, to his delight, was quite often.

"Oh G-God..." He said breathlessly, "Fuck you feel s-so good..." Freddie softly laughed against his lover's pulsing member, tensing up and slowing his movements, remembering that John doing that had finished him off. But, to his relief, John let out a long, low moan instead, one of his hands moving up to grasp his arm for support. Freddie didn't mind it, he was used to John's surprisingly tight grip once he got going. He bobbed his head along his cock, slowly pushing himself deeper onto him, all while spinning his tongue around his member, refraining from actually sucking on it till he had enough of him in his mouth.

John let out a sudden gasp as Freddie stopped his short quick movements of his tongue and took the remaining inches of his member into his mouth in one swift movement. His grip tightened on Freddie's arm, his nails digging deeper into his skin. He pulled at the couch cushion again, just barely able to hear a small tear come from the couch. But, damaging stuff was the least of his concerns. All he was focused on was any movement Freddie made, whether it be a sudden, effective one or a minuscule flick of his tongue across his pulsing cock. Freddie's teasing of that lower patch had finally stopped and he did the exact opposite, now running his tongue along only that specific part of his dick, sending sharp bolts of pleasure through his veins with every movement it made across it.

Freddie faintly heard John choke out an indistinct sentence, only to be cut short by another moan. Even though it was hard to hear anything above John's groans and cries, his own noises, and sounds that came from John's unstable movements as he writhed underneath his light, but firm, grip. He moved his hand away from his side, sliding it down to his upper leg and just barely missing any contact with his nether regions, making him emit another groan of dissatisfaction.

After hearing his cry, Freddie gladly made it up to him, and began to suck. John's moans hitched in his throat, his jaw falling slack in a silent surprised cry as he removed his brutal grip on the seat cushion and entangled it in his hair, already pushing on his head to hold him in place, preventing him from moving his head back. Freddie fought back another laugh, finding it amusing once John really got desperate. His body language told him that he wasn't going to last much longer. Breathing in short gasps, twitching and writhing furiously whenever Freddie moved his hand from his side, scratching his nails across his arm, and his own cock that throbbed ruthlessly on his tongue.

All of this made Freddie decide it was time to finish him off. He sped up his pace, sucking with a perfect combination of speed and gentleness, and bringing his tongue back in, spinning it around his length and licking along the sides. He faintly heard John's rapid heartbeat pound against his sweaty chest as Freddie pressed down on his lower body to force it to remain still and prevent him from driving helplessly into his mouth. A throaty growl escaped John's throat as he began tugging harder at Freddie's hair, his other hand shaking violently on his arm and losing that grip he'd managed to hold for so long.

"F-Fred-Freddie..." He stuttered out in a breathless voice, unable to finish the sentence. Freddie looked up at him and was pleased with what he'd done so far. His eyes were halfway shut, with only the rims of his irises visible. Sweat dripped from his face and down to his already sweaty, crimson chest that heaved up and down, hopelessly trying to catch his breath. His lips were slightly parted, letting out short, irregular breaths that mixed with his fast, loud moans. It shocked Freddie that he was able to last this long, seeing as he'd been completely hammered once he found him and couldn't have sobered up enough to control his body.

However, he threw the thought from his mind, seeing as John was about to finish. He took in a sharp inhalation and tried to say something, but all that came out was an mottled murmur that Freddie ignored, moving his tongue down to the patch on the underside of his cock, licking fast and furiously at the single sensitive spot. He felt John's body freeze after a few seconds of repeating the action. He let out a strained groan through gritted teeth just before his mouth fell open in a surprised gasp, his back arching forward, wailing his name as he finally came. Freddie worked hard to swallow his boyfriend's unusually large load as he shot it down his throat. He drank down the first wave, having to begin again as the next few were shot into his mouth, some of it dripping off of his lips and down onto the couch.

Once John finished emptying himself into his mouth, Freddie felt him release both his arm and hair and fall back onto the couch, his limp body laying splayed out across it, taking in shaky inhalations to help heal his strained breath circulation. He pulled off his dick, wiping it clean with a quick stroke of his hand, and in doing so, pulling a sharp sob from John. Freddie glanced up at him, seeing that his irises had fallen back down from behind his eyelids, each tired and starting to grow blurry with tears as his body twitched once more, his climax finally beginning to fade.

"You alright John?" He asked, voicing his concern for the younger boy. Freddie leaned forward, slightly jumping at John's sudden movement of wrapping his arms around his back in a surprisingly strong hold, pressing him against his chest, Freddie feeling his still fast heartbeat against his steady one. He buried his head in the crook of his neck, moving one of his hands up to his hair again, and threading his fingers through his hair. John clung onto his body, his shivering frame and shaky exhalations telling Freddie he was on the verge of breaking down, and seeing his boyfriend crying was the last thing he wanted to experience.

"Oh John, it's alright." He comforted, trying to shift to a better position to help soothe his overwhelmed lover. He figured it was due to the alcohol that he was so emotional right now, knowing from past experiences with John that he was an emotional drunk, becoming quite the extremist once he got enough in him. Whether that being him going into a manic state or sinking so low that he looked numb to all emotions, though Freddie had only seen that once before way back before they'd gotten together and he had been confused about his sexuality for the time being.

"Don't cry love," Freddie soothed, running his hand along his back. John let out a long exhale, releasing his grip around Freddie. He froze as he felt Freddie's body lose touch with him for a split second, about to reach out and pull him back to make sure he wouldn't leave him. To his relief, he felt Freddie from behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist and running his hand along his stomach.

"D-don't go." He whispered in a raspy voice due to his harsh breathing and close breakdown from mere seconds ago. "Of course I'm not going anywhere." He replied gently, pulling him closer. Though he knew Freddie tried to act like some eccentric person with little care for romance with the press, John and everyone else who was close to him knew it was all a façade to make him seem better to them. Freddie always behaved like a true romantic and his actions afterwards proved it again too him. He felt his steady heartbeat bump against his back, that combined with the gentle hold he had on him created a nurturing atmosphere that only added to his strong exhaustion from both the oral sex sessions and the multiple double shots from earlier.

John felt his eyes flutter open, faintly feeling Freddie shift his body to face him. He looked into those soft, warm brown eyes of his, seeing nothing but love and protection shimmer in his gentle gaze. He gave a small smile, only the tips of his front teeth poking out from behind his lips. All of his idiosyncrasies, from his jutting teeth to his stubbornness and his constant need for approval from those closest to him made Freddie, his Freddie, himself.

He opened his mouth to voice his love to him, but Freddie quickly shushed him instead. Freddie pulled him closer, removing his arm from his back and gently cupping his face, slowly running his thumb across his cheek. He blinked away the remaining tears, curling his fingers around Freddie's shoulders, resting his head against his chest. Assuming Freddie knew what he was going to say, he went with what he wanted for the moment and wanted nothing more than the peaceful silence around them.

Freddie didn't stop soothing him, continually rubbing his hand along his back and whispering soft, gentle words of comfort towards him, until he felt John's slow breath against his collarbone and the delicate thumping of his heart bump against his own chest, finally relaxing himself now knowing that John was fast asleep in his arms. His earlier exhaustion had returned, coming from a mix of the sex sessions, spending all day going about the town, and simply due to how long the two of them had been up that day.

"Well, that was," He paused, a short yawn interrupting his monologue, "W-was certainly unexpected. Instead of what I had planned to do with you," He looked down at John, who was still lost in his own dreams, "I've now got you draped all over me and I'm not strong enough to carry you."

He let out a long sigh, shifting in place and resting his head on the arm of the couch. Although he should have known better than to leave John with the brandy, the night had turned out just as good as his original plan of watching a movie together and slowly enjoying the brandy while Brian and Roger went on their own night out. Instead John turned it into a party for the two of them with those damned shot glasses and the rock music that played in the background. As he closed his own eyes, he couldn't help but mutter an absentminded "God I love you." for John before drifting off into his own slumber, his own dreams waiting for him.

...

Sounds of shuffling feet and the clatter of plates awoke Freddie from his uninterrupted sleep as his eyes slowly opened, quickly wincing to a squint at the bright light that filled their apartment. The savory scent of bacon and eggs drifted around him, his stomach growling at the tantalizing smell.

"What the...?" He asked, it finally dawning on him that Brian and Roger had indeed come home from their night out at some point last night. He turned his head over the couch and saw the two boys at the table, Roger with a plateful of what had been cooking while Brian had a bowl of cereal in front of him instead. Roger glanced over at him and gave a sly smirk.

"Well, good morning lovebirds." He said cheerfully, nodding over to the stove in the kitchen, "There's enough for you two. I made sure of that and Brian cleaned up that mess you two made last night."

"You say that like you two've never made a mess before." Freddie teased

"Knowing that clean freak, he probably hasn't. God if he could tame that hair of his, everything he owned would be immaculate."

"Least I know what a broom is." Brian replied with a smile plastered on his face, "Your clothes are back in your rooms. And for God's sake who the hell thought it was a good idea to step all over the damned couch and rip the cushion?"

"Hmm Freddie?" John hummed, shifting underneath him, "Who're you talking to? Did the other two," His sentence being caught off by a loud groan and a sharp wince once he opened his eyes, quickly covering his eyes with his hand.

"Assuming it was him." Brian said, rolling his eyes in annoyance, "You two better explain this before-"

"Oh shut it will ya? Obviously they got drunk off something. Let 'em wake up before you go off on them." Roger chided, glaring at Brian who shrugged and returned to his own meal.

Freddie sat up, looking around for something to help cover John with as well as himself so that they could get back to the bedroom. "John dear, come on. I'll help you to bed."

"Everything's so bright." He whined, rubbing his eyes in hopes to help him see better.

"Well with about eight shots last night of course it's going to seem bright."

He helped John into a sitting position, wrapping the blanket around them. "Come on, once you're there you're good." He grabbed John's hand and yanked him into a standing position, quickly moving his arm around his side to help balance him.

"I'll be back soon to tell you. John's going to rest for a few hours."

Once he managed to drag John into their bedroom, he felt John's body falter again as he fell onto the bed, having little regard for where he ended up or how he ended up on the bed. Freddie quietly sighed upon seeing John's almost miserable state, finding it quite upsetting, though slightly amusing seeing as John always brought it upon himself whenever he drank more than he could handle, but he couldn't leave him like that.

"Do you even remember what happened last night?" Freddie asked, throwing a nearby, clean, flannel shirt on over his head.

"Somehow. Please don't make me remember what I said." John begged, "This is why I don't drink." He shut his eyes again once Freddie turned the lights on. His head was pounding against his skull, his stomach was in a knot, as though he'd vomit at the slightest irregular movement, yet in contrast to that, he was starving and parched for something to drink, yet it all still paled to his recollection of the night before.

"Hmm that was you're own doing. I drank last night and feel perfectly fine. You drank more than you could even handle."

John groaned again, feebly trying to lift his hand to point to the dresser. "Just get me some clothes. I'll dress myself. Just don't be too explicit with what happened last night, please? And get me something to drink before I die."

"Oh alright." Freddie agreed, tossing over a bundle of clothes onto their bed. He threw on the pair of jeans that were hanging out of the drawers. Though he felt bad once he saw the aftermaths of John's binges, he knew it would happen again and he'd have to repeat this over and over again. Yet he didn't mind it. John needed to let go every now and then, seeing as he was the most calm and collected one of the group whenever they were together and would always reciprocate the appreciation if he ever drank too much as well. So when he needed Freddie's help after drinking too much the night before and having to deal with those hellish hangovers the morning after, he didn't mind. It was their job as a couple to make sure one another were feeling good, when sick, sad, or even when they were blowing each other on the couch to a random rock song.

"Oh God Fred, I'm sorry." He muttered as he sat down at the side of their bed, gently placing a small cup of water on the nearby nightstand. He moved as fast as he could, quickly gripping the water and downing it as quick as he could. He gagged on the drink, fighting back the nauseous wave that had come over him soon after. Freddie shushed him, running his hand along his stomach as he threw the blanket back over him.

"Don't be sorry." Freddie began, John quickly interrupting him with another argument, "Come on. Don't act like I didn't offend you last night. I know how sensitive you are about your teeth."

"Like I've never made fun of any of you. I'm the fucking bitch when I get too much in me. Plus, it's all in good fun."

"But, it's-"

"Oh shut it. Maybe I should've let you drink a bit more so you wouldn't remember." Freddie jeered, poking the center of his chest, immediately regretting his joke once he saw the hurt expression on John's face. "Don't you worry. Put it this way, it's payback for when I made fun of your voice last time."

John opened his mouth to argue again, but another sickly feeling washed over him again, causing him to curl up, holding his stomach to hold back any sickness. Freddie said something under his breath, quickly leaving the side of his bed. A shudder ran through his body, gritting his teeth to hold back another groan. He jumped at a soft touch along his lower body, barely opening his eyes to see Freddie tugging a fresh pair of pants on.

"Fred I said I'd-" He began, being shushed by him once again a he continued dressing him like some toddler, and in this weak state he wasn't far from feeling like one. The quiet fall of another piece of clothing beside his head told him Freddie wasn't going to do everything for him.

"I'll check on you later. There's another thing of water for you. And stop feeling bad about your behavior. At Least you didn't injure yourself again." Freddie whispered from the doorway, hearing a quiet murmur of agreement come from his exhausted boyfriend, followed by a weak laugh as he shut the light off, leaving him to his own sleep. He smiled, glad his boyfriend was feeling better than the previous night and was able to laugh again. He had already sorted out the details of what to mention, knowing he had promised John he wouldn't reveal too much of their exploits from the previous night. Deciding only to mention the double shots, doing activities on the couch, and falling asleep on the couch to their fellow bandmates. After all, some things need to be kept between lovers alone.