Soft daylight made its way through the light cover of clouds. Gentle winter breezes tossed the bare branches of the few trees that sat outside, each one neatly planted into its designated patch of dirt while the next was less than two meters away from it as pedestrians walked along the sidewalks that they were located on. Some were chatting, others were minding their own business, and some were merely doing nothing and standing against the walls of the surrounding buildings, watching the cars drive pass them.

But his attention wasn't on anything going around him. He'd seen it a million times and would see it a million more. No, his attention was solely focused on getting back to the flat that he had only just started to call home. If he was lucky, only one of his roommates would be home and he hoped that it would be the one he longed to see again. The one he'd known for the longest amount of time, the one whom he had been able to grow closest to, and, in the matter of a year, had been able to find his way into his thoughts twenty-four seven. Yet even now he couldn't find out what exactly drew him towards him. Surely it wasn't looks, he wasn't shallow enough to fall head over heels for someone solely based on how they looked despite him being completely in love with his charming features ranging from those arctic colored eyes that were always filled with life and a playful fire to the cute boyishness of his face. It was that feisty personality that he liked and that somewhat mysterious nonchalant attitude that made him so intriguing to him. They'd clicked as soon as they met during the quick session in which he took him into the first band. Even with the loss of their lead singer and the eventual replacement with his other close friend, the creation of a new band, and going through far too many bassists, he still remained. And yet, Brian couldn't help but yearn for something far more intimate than what they had now.

But he couldn't. No, he shouldn't. He had no idea of how he viewed him. Nor had he acted on that one bit of his personality that would make it possible for something to happen while Roger had done so. Almost as soon as they moved into this place and had gotten acquainted with Freddie as well, he'd came up to both of them, sat down on one of their barstools, and seemingly out of nowhere said 'I hope you two don't mind the fact that I'm gay' and merely waited for another word. He nearly cried out with happiness at that moment, only barely managing to stifle it enough to a hardly audible sigh of relief. It'd been his dream to know that he would be able to be with him and to think he was single at the time only made it easier. Of course the two of them immediately accepted him, though he definitely didn't expect Freddie to object since he practically shagged any person he came across, regardless of their sex or gender. He wished he had their go with the flow attitude so that he could get his crush off of his chest as easily as he had done with coming out to the two of them about how he'd go with either sex as well. But there was just something different this time around and he was almost certain it was just because it solidified the fact that he could also fall for a guy as well, finally getting rid of all the speculation and doubting he'd had going on in his mind for the past years of his life. The three women he'd been with had been nice, short romances, but they never lasted long enough to cement a place in his heart as much as Roger had done to him, and he wasn't even together with him.

His mind began buzzing as every part of his body tensed as he entered their flat, listening for any signs of life that would indicate that at least someone was home, but was welcomed with a deafening silence instead. As he assumed, Freddie was still out doing whatever it was he was doing, he had absolutely refused to tell either of them where he had vanished off to, and Roger had apparently set off to do something else instead of staying here and possibly doing something that would let him admire him from a distance without, hopefully, being caught.

Brian sighed in defeat, he should've known better than to get his hopes up. Who was he even kidding? Like this time would've been any different than the dozens of other times he'd sit there gawking at their drummer instead of doing something that was worthwhile, even if that meant writing some other song for whatever reason. He hung his coat up on one of the free hangers that weren't blocked by one of their singer's coats and trudged back down the hall, his shoulders falling slack as he brought his hand up to the back of his neck, the tips of his fingers starting to get lost in his loose curls.

As he passed Roger's bedroom, he heard a quick thud come from behind the closed door, the sound immediately grabbing his attention as he let his curiosity take hold of him. He pressed the side of his face up against the door, listening for any other out of the ordinary sounds to escape. In a matter of seconds, someone's heavy breathing began to faintly make its way over to the door mixing with the occasional moan. The sudden rush of awkwardness made him pull back, his growing interest stifling for a quick second as he felt his face start to burn from embarrassment.

"Brian...Oh God-"

Everything went silent on both sides of the door as a violent blush made its way across his face. His emotions were sent into a frenzy, happiness fighting with awkwardness, mortification fighting with surprise, and relief fighting with pure joy. Whatever it was that he was actually feeling, he had to take it that it was good, even though the circumstances were still making him feel slightly uneasy.

He shuffled down to his room, trying his best not to alert Roger of his presence. He gently closed his door before he fell back onto his bed, grabbing one of the pillows and burying the bottom half of his face in it as his heart continued to race in his chest. Good lord what was he supposed to do now? Go up to him and say 'I heard you jerk off and moan my name'? The mere idea made him cringe with anticipated embarrassment. But surely this had to mean something, even if it meant that he just wanted to screw him. How was he even supposed to know? Roger never brought home anyone so how was he even supposed to know how he went about relationships? He couldn't just ask, that'd be completely ridiculous and out of the blue for him to not wonder why he would suddenly ask it.

He considered bringing it up to Freddie, maybe he could at least help him out. But what if he let it slip to him? That'd just cause more issues. He gave a frustrated tug at the pillow he was tightly holding onto. Maybe it was best to just tell him. Get his cards out on the table and just have some sort of closure to this damn thing. At least if he knew he just wanted to sleep with him then that'd give him some sense of relief, though he would much prefer for it to be nicer than that.

Get yourself together Brian, you know that he's got something towards you...Just say something and stop being so damn quiet for once.

He groaned in annoyance and shoved the pillow over the rest of his face, only dimly registering the sound of an opening and closing door. He wasn't thinking straight. Being honest would be the best thing and, to be fair, this wasn't even that difficult. It was just him finally finding a ledge to jump off of to see how Roger truly did feel about him. So why was he letting his anxiety over the risk of being rejected hold him back? He figured it wasn't the most romantic way to come out and say that he was completely obsessed with him and definitely paled in comparison to his imagination of having Roger do everything in terms of getting them together so that he'd be relieved of this burden and could get with him without any sort of risk.

Just go for it. For once do it. He told himself.

He shoved those arguments to the back of his mind and left the mess of his bed behind, knowing that this was going to be the only thing he could ever use to talk to him about how he felt, even though he desperately wanted this to not be the case at hand.

"Roger?" He called out, waiting to see if he'd show up from behind his door. But as he made his way down the hallway, he noticed that the door was wide open and as he came to the doorway, his room was completely devoid of life. The only thing telling him that someone had been in here was the indent on the slightly disturbed bedspread.

You idiot! You even heard the damn door open and you completely ignored it! He laid his head against the wooden doorway, his stomach starting to tie itself into more knots as his heart sunk in his chest. God how could he be so oblivious. He'd actually had the chance but had taken it too late. He banged his fist against the wall, swearing under his breath at the stinging pain that spread through the side of his hand afterwards. Dammit just do it the next time you get the chance. Don't wait. Go for it next time Fred leaves the house. At least then you'll be able to talk to him about it then without him barging in.

...

It wasn't until the weekend finally came up that Freddie had brought up that he was leaving once again. While he was fretting about in the background, continually mumbling about how he couldn't find the right thing to wear to whatever it was he was going to and for whom he was going to be meeting, Roger fruitlessly tried to help their singer out by shouting offers and suggestions every couple of seconds.

"Well if you'd tell me what it was you're going to; I can at least help!" Roger called from the back of their flat.

"It's none of your damn business where I'm going!" Freddie shouted back before loudly slamming the door in what he assumed was their drummer's very aggravated face.

"Pretentious prat..." Roger muttered, continuing his sentence under his breath as he fell back onto the sole couch that they'd managed to afford.

Brian repeatedly opened and closed his mouth, trying his best to decide whether it was better to try and calm him down, agree with him, or just remain silent, his nervousness continually beating back his courage. He's a person Brian and if you're gonna bring that up, this is mere child's play.

"Ah, y-you know him...He's always fussing about his appearance. He just wants to impress whoever h-he's," He swallowed thickly when he turned to face him, only barely taking in the soft light in those bright eyes, "M-meeting..."

"All I'm saying is that he doesn't have to behave like some brat." Roger finally said, turning fully around to face him, his heart practically leaping out of his chest as he began anxiously tapping at the wooden table.

Neither of them spoke and for a few moments there was a blissful silence. Roger was looking around the room, obviously lost in thought like he was. The only difference being that his gaze was locked solely on him. He couldn't look away if he wanted to, he just wanted to watch him, take in everything that he was doing from afar as to appease both his desires and apprehension. His subconscious mind and heart were both telling him that he was thinking about him too, each begging for him to make a move.

"Alright, do I look good?" Freddie said as he came down the hall.

Donning a dark shirt, perfectly imperfect hair that was starting to curl near the ends and was just barely hovering above his shoulders, and almost painfully tight white trousers, their frontman did look quite nice, though depending on where it was he was going, it could have been either too formal or not enough.

"I'd give a better opinion if you'd tell me where the hell you're going." Roger added.

"It's none of your business. Well not now, I'll tell the tale later." Freddie answered.

"You look fine; whoever it is you're meeting later will think you look stunning." Brian said, wanting to hold off any more arguing if he could.

Freddie beamed at his response, a soft blush making its way across his face as he clasped his hands together and let out a slightly girlish squeal of happiness. "Oh you really think so, I put so much damn effort into making my hair look at least presentable and-"

"Yes, you look fine, and if you want to be on time I suggest you leave now." Brian reminded, making a quick movement towards their front door and watched their singer feverishly nod, throw on one of his lighter coats, and hurry out the door, closing it without another word, the excited look upon his face still glowing brightly as he left. 

He's gone, just say something, it'll be embarrassing no matter how you phrase it. But what if he just leaves? He'd still know. But that's not going to help me if he leaves! Do you honestly think he's going to ignore it if he knows you overheard him? Now fucking do it unless you want to do it with Freddie in the other room and taunting you about it for years. Just say that you like him, you don't even need to bring that up. You've been searching for some kind of evidence that he likes you back and now you finally have it and can at least try to start something!

"R-" He began, his voice giving out as he looked back over at him, his body burning with embarrassment as he realized that Roger had been staring at him for some time now, his blue gaze warm and full of a bright, curious light.

He suddenly shook his head and looked back up at him, "I-I'd expect you to finish with the rest of my name, but what is it?"

Finish it. No don't. Finish it. Don't, just say it's nothing. Dammit Brian finish your goddamn sentence! "J-just c-can I t-talk to you for a quick moment..." You've sealed it, now you better finish it without ducking out.

"Is something wrong?" Roger asked as he got up, Brian's body thinking for itself as he headed over to the edge of their hallway.

"N-no...Just, something I want to talk about." He replied. God of course something's wrong and it's the fact that I can't even speak to you without forgetting the fucking English language!

Roger got up and walked over, that confidence in his eyes looking violently dim in comparison to the nervous yet somewhat hopeful one that had started to take prominence in them. Their gazes continued to stay unbreakably locked, a light blush making its way across their drummer's face while his already vibrant one felt like it was continually darkening as one of his hands absentmindedly fiddled with his already tousled hair and the other was rolling one of the belt loops of his jeans between his fingers.

"L-look...I-I've known y-you for a while and...s-sometimes...friendships j-just d-don't s-stay friendships..." He began, his heart pounding furiously against his throat.

A sudden hurt look came across the younger boy's face as he looked down at the ground, the loss of that eye-contact making the rest of what he wanted to say disappear as he fumbled over word after word in his mind.

"Have I done something wrong? If it's anything about what happened with Fred just a few moments ago-" Roger questioned immediately, his face paling dramatically afterwards.

He sounded as though he was practically begging for his reassurance, making it only harder for him to compile a sentence together as he looked down at that lost, puppy-like look upon his face. God he'd hardly ever seen him look hurt, he always seemed like he could never feel upset over anything.

"No! N-no, t-that's just Fred being h-his usual self..." God he's so cute... "You've never done anything wrong..." He began, the lump in his throat only growing as he wanted to slap himself for being so avoidant of what he wanted to say. "I just wanted to get something off my...chest." He continued, seeing that blush on his face return and darken even more so, the already present awkwardness only thickening and making him wish he could just check out and hide from everyone underneath the blankets of his bed.

That hope in Roger's eyes ignited once again as he too began toying around with the end of his sleeve. He must sound like a complete idiot, unable to do anything but continue to butcher any sort of sophistication he should be able to have with just talking to him. It was the easiest thing to do! Just simply say it to him and then it'd be done and over with. He'd get his answer and whatever happened would happen.

In that moment of distraction with his thoughts, Roger nervously glanced up at him, that uncharacteristic shyness making its way into his expression again as his heart melted in his chest. God he looked so precious, so enchanting, so perfect that merely looking at him was stealing the words right from his mouth. He didn't even bother to think before he leaned down, wrapped his arms around his chest, and pulled the younger boy up into a soft kiss. Excitement and infatuation flooded his body, every previous fear seeming to disappear as his body and mind savored the feeling of having his crush's lips pressed against his own. It took only a few more seconds for the more logical side of his mind to catch up to what it was he had both done and was doing before fear and embarrassment took over the happiness he'd felt for those few brief seconds.

"Oh God, I'm sorry, I-I just wasn't thinking a-and-" Brian began, immediately releasing Roger from his weak grasp and falling back against the wall behind him, his mind racing with responses as he began taking notice of the silence from their drummer and the look of pure shock that covered his face. "I-I couldn't think of what t-to say and how to say it and..."

"He likes me..." Roger whispered quietly, his eyes growing slightly misty as he ran his hand across his chest, his face flushing a dark crimson as that shock began mixing with disbelief and pure joy.

"God I'm an idiot." Brian groaned, turning around and banging his head against the wall and let his arms fall slack against his sides, "I can't even talk to you without screwing up somehow! I can't look at you without forgetting how to talk and what do I do instead? Yes, good idea Brian, kiss him instead of just saying that you fucking like him and-"

He heard a soft thud come from behind him as he cut his own sentence off and turned around, seeing Roger staring dreamily at him, a dumbfounded, yet completely happy look, plastered across his face. He looked to be on the verge of tears, his heart somehow managing to speed up in his chest as he focused on that sole fact instead of every other positive thing Roger was doing.

"I-I'm sorry, really, I am. I-it's a stupid thing f-for me to t-think that I could've d-done this and gotten-"

Now it was Roger's turn to cut him off. He rushed over and tugged him down to his height, gently replicating the kiss before he pulled back, burying his head against the top of his chest, and letting out a shaky sigh. Brian followed his natural instincts and wrapped his arms around his thin frame, earning a soft snicker from the younger boy as he tightened his hold.

"No, it's not stupid," He finally told him. "It's great...Been waiting months to say the same to you."

He pulled back a bit, looking down to see adoration and happiness take place of all the nervousness and hope that had been in his gaze in what felt like ages ago. "B-but you act so calm and c-composed when I-I'm around and I act like some blithering idiot, how was I supposed to even know?"

"Everyone acts differently around the person they like." Roger said softly. "I could never imagine myself doing any of that without knowing you liked me too. I'm just relieved one of us finally got the courage to say something about it."

Courage? Brian thought idly. "It's surreal...I never thought you'd like me back." He replied, a sudden weight being lifted off of his shoulders as Roger glowed with elation.

"I can't believe I never noticed. You're so shy around everyone, I just thought that's how you were...it's adorable, honestly." He whispered, his gaze trailing slowly along his body as he pressed himself closer against his body. Their eyes met once again, that dazzling light in Roger's eyes snatching his attention while he ignored the soft shadow beneath it.

He opened his mouth to reply again, but was quickly interrupted as Roger brought him back down into a much heartier kiss, both of them now knowing that there wasn't any risk in expressing and acting what he assumed they'd both been imagining for ages. He let out a long sigh of relief, his nerves finally calming, his stomach untying itself from its rather tight knot, and the rest of his body finally starting to relax after enduring what was once what he considered a nearly impossible task.

He inhaled sharply as he felt Roger's hand sneak in between their bodies and run his hand along his nether regions, his body feeling slightly apprehensive yet still following the excitement that was still lingering through him. His hand continued lightly stroking his inner thigh, the back of his hand hitting the edge of his covered member, the sudden attention making it twitch excitedly. When his touch didn't leave his lower body after a few more moments, he began pushing back against his hand, a few weak waves of arousal making its way through his body.

"Roger-" He began, his mind arguing that this wasn't what should happen right then and there. Roger suddenly pulled back, the disappearance of his touch making his body groan in dissatisfaction.

"Not yet?" He asked. Normally Brian would agree and hold it off so that he could get used to whomever he was dating before actually sleeping with them. But he'd known him for over a year now and that was far longer than he'd ever take before sleeping with any girl he'd been with. His eyes trailed along Roger's small body, a sudden surge of lust making its way through his body as he began imagining him without a shirt, having him beneath him as he'd eagerly take off his trousers. The mere thought of having him completely undressed and the little hot begs for him to actually fuck him made his pants viciously tighten around his lower body as he brought him back into a heated kiss, his body leading both of theirs over to his bedroom at the end of the hall. He felt his hand latch onto his zipper, eagerly tugging it down before he seized his wrist and tore it away from his body.

"Eager but not too eager, am I right?" Roger asked playfully, letting his hand fall slack in his grip as he tried his best to keep his blurring senses together while his body followed those waves of excitement and arousal that were running through his body, his jeans continuing to grow tighter around his lower body.

"J-just don't want to rush anything." Brian told him, seeing interest start to brighten his eyes while those fresh shadows of what he now realized was lust began clouding his gaze. His nerves began to act up again at the realization of what was happening. He'd never done it with a guy before. How the hell was he supposed to know what to do? Surely it wasn't exactly the same as doing it with a woman. Hell he knew it wasn't the same as that. What the hell was he going to do once it came to the finale of it all? He didn't want to somehow screw up the whole thing and embarrass himself or risk hurting the younger boy. God he couldn't fathom what would happen if the latter came to light.

He had no experience whatsoever when it came to doing this. He'd never kissed a guy till a mere few minutes ago and actually shagging one? That was something he'd only seen displayed in the occasional magazine that he'd manage to come across, sometimes making him quite thankful that he didn't want to be in Roger's position. He tried going with what his mind was telling him, all those little, sexual imagines he'd thought and dreamt about for ages, but that nagging worry was still lurking at the back of his mind.

Roger suddenly tore at his shirt, yanking it out from beneath the hem of his jeans and already snaking up behind it, the warm, soft touch of his hand across his stomach only strengthening that heavy stream of arousal that was making its way through his body, forcing him to pull him closer to be able to feel more of his body press against his own. He led the two of them over to his bed, Roger's legs immediately falling open, his own body falling in between them as he moved his mouth away from his lover's and moved them down to the side of his neck.

The heated touch of Brian's lips across his neck sent a sharp shiver down his spine as he felt his hands start to roam across his body, every little touch making his body tense up as his cock would give another twitch against the containment of his clothing. Excitement flooded his body, his mind still in shock at the fact that some of its fantasies were hopefully about to come true and he wouldn't have to be reduced to simply imagining it and getting himself off from the mere thought. Every drag of his hands across his sides or waist, the little flicks of his tongue across the sensitive patches along his neck that were only interrupted by him adding a quick suck at the tender skin, and the devilishly sexy sight of seeing his lover's own bulge steadily grow against its own prison was making him insane with desire.

Roger pushed himself up after enduring Brian's movements for a few more moments. Although he knew that he wanted to take it slow, there was such a thing as taking too much time. He tore his shirt off, hearing it snap against the bed as he threw it harshly against the covers, the sudden touch of their guitarist's hands against his bare skin instinctively making his body buck his hips up, the friction of his trousers running against his hardening shaft forcing him to stifle a groan of longing and to keep him from repeating the action to get the familiar sense of pleasure.

Soon he felt Brian's hand run along his inner thigh, another shudder of anticipation running through his body as his jaw fell slack against the crook of his neck. He turned his gaze over to look at the older boy, seeing his face flushed a much darker shade of red, though it was still lighter than after he had kissed him by accident beforehand, excitement strewn across his entire expression. A few drops of sweat were already covering the side of his face, immediately latching to any strands of hair that fell to the front of his face. A sudden touch along his still covered member stole his attention from looking at his lover, his body letting a quick gasp escape from him as he felt two of his fingers repeatedly move up and down his lower body. He stifled a quick laugh before his body began getting over the initial shock of pleasure.

"Brian...I'm not a girl, you're not gonna get too far with that." He told him, feeling Brian suddenly remove his hand from his lower body and move it to the side of his waist. He pulled back slightly, an embarrassed shadow making its way across his face as he nervously glanced around the bedroom, doing everything to avoid any eye contact with him. God why was he acting so nervous? Surely he had had sex before, hell he knew he had done it at least once since he'd been audience to the last minute of one of his sessions with a past girlfriend. So why now did he decide to be so focused and nervous with speaking or even touching him?

"Have you never done it with a guy before?" He asked bluntly with a smirk. The blush that covered Brian's face quickly paled to a near white as his hands fell off his body completely, the older boy leaning back onto his knees. The immediate spread of fear across Brian's face giving him his answer before he even gave a short nod of approval as he buried his face into the palm of his hand while the grin on his own face vanished and a rush of concern took over.

"Oh Brian, why didn't you just say something? I wouldn't have started anything. There's no need to rush if you're not ready for something new. I...I should've asked or-" Roger soothed, getting up from his position on the bed and propping himself up on his knees to try and reach Brian's height.

"No...no that's not your fault. It would've happened anyway at some point and we'd be in a similar situation."

"Awh," Roger began, pulling him over in to a quick kiss before grabbing the back of his lover's shirt, wrapped one of his legs around the side of Brian's body, and quickly flipped Brian over onto his back, soon taking his spot on top of the older boy while he nestled himself on top of his lower body, a sharp wave of arousal moving through his body as he felt his covered, stiff cock run against his own. Just gotta show him the ropes. He looked down, seeing instant fear fill their guitarist's eyes as he felt his lower body shift beneath him.

"Oh come off it, like I'm gonna top with you." He said pedantically, leaning forward so that his mouth was barely missing contact with his lover. He playfully bit his lip as he rubbed his crotch against Brian's, snickering as he felt the older boy respond with a muffled gasp and a soft buck of his hips. "Don't worry. You won't go into anything blind. However, I think it'd be a nice change to see my mouth around your dick instead of some broad's."

Brian's heart sped up, a soft groan escaping from his slightly parted lips as his jeans tightened around his lower body after a hard bolt of arousal made its way through him, the mere image of having him between his legs with his member down his throat was making his body bustle with excitement. He raised his hips up from the bed, feeling Roger's bulge rub against his own once again as he watched his eyes flutter half way shut, those shadows of desire growing stronger as he added a quick thrust of his own against his lower body. Despite Roger's obvious enthusiasm to move on, he seemed to be keeping quite a hold on himself to not move faster than either of them would want. He already knew that their drummer had far more sexual experience than he had, even with him being gay, younger than him, and himself having three past partners. It wasn't something that needed to be said. Just the confidence he exuded at the moment while he was still dealing with a growing anxiousness in his stomach over the upcoming events told him enough. He'd only kissed one guy and that was the pinnacle of his experience with someone of the same sex yet he had been in the bedroom enough to not be considered a rookie or even a novice. Roger on the other hand had never had, to his knowledge, a relationship at all and yet was acting far more relaxed with everything that was happening than he could have ever imagined.

The sudden feeling of Roger's hand around his shirt snapped him back into reality. In contrast to his previously mentioned calmness, he made quick work of undoing each button along his shirt, almost tearing the fabric to shreds with every movement he made. Brian followed his movements, slipping his arms out of the sleeves and letting Roger throw it over the side of the bed. He felt Roger's cock give a sudden swell against his own from inside its confinements, his own reciprocating the action as it began pulsing against the fabric of his clothing. His body was completely demanding some kind of satisfaction now, especially now that the promise of release was practically confirmed with the removal of some of his outfit. Thankfully, it was listened to as he felt Roger's hands return to his jeans, his hands working quite fast to remove his trousers from around his waist as he moved them down as far as he could with one fast tug, the increased freedom making his member push even more so against his underwear.

Without any warning, Roger tore the remainder of his trousers off of his body and immediately let one of his hands return to the waistband of his undergarments. The light touch of his hand running along the thin fabric made his breathing hasten, that devilish lust in Roger's icy gaze only making it harder for him to sit there and go along with the still strong conscious side of his mind and not obey his primal self just yet. Yet the battle suddenly became much harder as Roger attacked his mouth once again while simultaneously shoving his hand down into his underwear and wrapping his hand around his length, the sudden flash of pleasure slowly growing stronger as he continued rubbing his thumb against the head of his cock. Intrigue lit up Roger's eyes as he trailed his grip further south, his palm pressing against the main, pulsing vein of his shaft. 

"No wonder you never wear any of those revealing trousers, don't want to draw any girl's attention down there? Keep it a nice surprise for later?" Roger pressed, a soft blush making its way up across his face yet was completely hidden behind the more prominent red from his body's arousal. God how could he sound so calm? Even when he was with a girl he was almost always reduced to being completely silent the entire time, not even a purposefully put together sentence making his way out of his mouth as soon as he got his clothes off. Yet Roger was sitting there, arousal and desire covering every bit of his gaze, the evident lust hiding beneath that well composed face and seeping into every word he spoke to him, and his own length still trapped within its own prison and still pressed up against his lower body.

Brian swallowed thickly before trying to go against the damn quietness he'd endure through any time he got in the bedroom. "Just...Just shy t-that's all..." He replied, feeling incredibly ridiculous at his attempt to try and sound alluring.

"No reason to be shy about that..." Roger said, immediately releasing his length and stopping his soft stroking. His hand latched to the top of his underwear as he tore the damp garment off of his body, Brian taking some of the initiative and kicking it off of his bed, relief spreading through his body as the final bit of his confinement was removed from around his lower body, a barely audible moan making its way out of his mouth as he felt Roger's hands run along his sides over to the top of his nether regions.

"Fuck..." Roger whispered breathlessly from above him as he moved one of his hands off of him to tug at the front of his own jeans as his eyes locked onto his lower body. "Hmm," He purred. "God, I can't wait to have that inside me..."

Brian opened his mouth to try and reply, but his voice got stuck in his throat and ended up coming out in a desperate sigh as he let his body fall back down to the blankets, his hands immediately grabbing the duvet and tightly holding on. God you have no idea how much I want to be inside you...He thought out of desire, his cock starting to pulse once again at the thought of being inside their drummer. He expected Roger to go on with his teasing, but instead the sudden onslaught of pleasure forced his eyes back open as Roger suddenly took down as much of his cock as he could with one quick movement, his hot breath coming out against the last bit of his member while he gave a quick sucking movement along his length, his body letting a much louder moan escape from his tense frame as he gave a sharp tug at the blankets. He repeated the action once again, soon falling into a steady rhythm of running his tongue along the underside of his shaft. Another rush of arousal made its way through his body as Roger gently stroked the last bit of his member, a rather loud moan of pleasure slipping out from his tense frame.

And suddenly, it all stopped. Roger's hot mouth disappeared from around his length and the stream of pleasure vanished, a stiff groan of dissatisfaction escaping from his body as he tried to get the younger boy back down around him.

"Just a preview," Roger said, trailing his index finger just above the base of his member and all the way to the tip, the faint touch almost making him whine from the sensitivity. "I don't want to go all the way just yet."

"Oh like you wouldn't want to dive right back into that." Brian retorted, his desire beating out his nervousness for a split second before he fell back into his labored breathing.

"Someone's biting back now." Roger told him, not even finishing his sentence before taking the head of his cock into his mouth again, a soft moan of pleasure falling out of his parted lips as Roger resumed his movements once again, this time keeping majority of his focus along the ever-sensitive tip while he let one of his hands move over to the base, his thumb running along that small patch at the end of his dick, the earlier pleasure quickly returning and forcing him back into his incoherent moaning and superficial breathing. Roger suddenly took him down into his mouth again, his length slipping back out a mere second later and returned to gently running his tongue around every bit of the head of his cock.

While Brian was letting himself get lost in the pleasure his actions brought him, Roger took to trying his best to break him even more so. He was always so damn shy, prude, and overall quiet in public that the little, yet effective retort he'd thrown at him when he'd taken his mouth off of his length showed that he was getting somewhere. He looked completely baffled as to why he was completely relaxed now even though he was nervous and stunned himself back when he had told him about his crush. Even with being as smart as he was, it seemed he couldn't get the fact that he was far more comfortable with any sort of dirty talk or foreplay in the bedroom than he was and it was just confidence in what he was doing that made it easier for him to act Maybe. he could work with that shyness to his advantage. Maybe there was a way for him to completely break their guitarist before they even switched positions. Let's see if there's another side to that quiet mentality.

He took the first few inches down into his mouth, a heavy moan falling from Brian's tense frame as he gave a sharp tug at the duvet, a sudden shiver running through his body as he caught a glimpse of some sort of primitive shadow pass over his hazel gaze before his eyes fell shut again. His hands released their hold on the sheets and moved up to the pillow behind him, immediately latching onto that instead. Roger spread his legs apart a bit more while he let his hands travel up to Brian's sides and across his chest, his already loud moans deepening for a few seconds before giving out.

"Oh fuck..." Brian cursed as he spun his tongue around his member, his back slightly rising up from the bed for a brief second before he pressed his head back into the pillows, a long string of thick moans following the barely audible swear. Roger felt his cock harden against his unbearably tight confinements of his trousers once again as he blindly followed his eagerness and instincts, taking him even further down his throat just so that he could hear those sounds once again. Immediately he was rewarded. Brian's body gave a sharp spasm as he gave a quick thrust into his mouth, his cock moving deeper into his mouth before slipping back out once more. His body let a soft moan of longing slip from it, the noise vibrating against his lover's member as the older boy let out a shaky sigh of pleasure.

Roger removed one of his hands from Brian's body and brought it down to his trousers, tugging the zipper down, undoing the button, and quickly kicking them off of his body, the instant relief making him sigh out of satisfaction as he stroked his covered bulge, letting out a string of soft gasps and moans in the process. He looked back up, seeing Brian's fuzzy gaze looking straight up at the ceiling his eyes heavy from the pleasure and dark with unhidden hunger, an uncharacteristically impulsive shadow skulking beneath the surface. In that moment, he took the remainder of his length down his throat and immediately swallowed around it, evoking a volatile reaction from their guitarist as he let out a shout of pleasure and kicked at the comforter, his member giving a sudden throb against his tongue as he let out a growl-like groan of pleasure.

"Agh-Oh fuck..." Brian groaned again, Roger's desire making him repeatedly swallow around his length, immediately reducing the older boy to a moaning mess as he released his vicious hold around the pillows and entangled his hands into his hair, a moan of appreciation making its way out of his mouth as well at the desperate act. He bobbed his head along his thick length, Brian's own hands slightly guiding his movements before he suddenly pushed down on the back of his head, his body starting to thrust up into his tight throat as he finally garnered those deep moans of pure satisfaction that he'd been waiting to unlock. He stifled a quick snigger and fought back against Brian's rather forceful grip, his cock falling out of his mouth as his lover gave a growl of impatience.

"Someone's finally eager isn't he?" Roger asked, "Bit of a difference seeing a guy with your dick down their throat?" He teased, earning a quick nod from Brian before he felt his hips raise up from the bed again. He smirked, bringing his head back down to his body and licking a hot line up from the middle of his thigh and up his length, only pausing to tease the tip with a few quick flicks of his tongue across the sensitive part before he took him completely down his throat again, Brian's hands returning to the back of his head once he reached halfway and shoving his head right down to the base.

Hot bolts of arousal and pleasure shot through his body as Roger resumed his fast licking and sucking along his member, his body completely lost in the long awaited feeling of being able to act on those sexual fantasies of having his crush down between his legs, eagerly taking the entirety of his length down his throat. He repositioned himself and looked over at the younger boy, his cock managing to harden even more so against his tongue at the mere sight of him taking it down into his mouth. Seeing his eyes lightly shut with one of his hands tightly gripping his waist and the other viciously holding on to the white duvet, combining with the already devilishly pleasurable feeling of having him continue to suck and lap at every inch of his length. His whole body tensed up, a low growl falling out while he gave a hard tug at Roger's hair, earning another heavy moan from the younger boy as he his hand release its tight grip on the duvet and move down into his boxers as he began stroking his own member, the sight growing even hotter as his lover continued to touch himself while trying to take him down deeper into his tight throat.

Brian only got to endure the devilish scene for a few more moments before Roger pulled off of his cock once again, this time leaning back onto one of his hands while using the other to wipe the dribble of saliva off of the side of his mouth and leaving him with the little stirrings of the start of his climax in his lower body. He tried reaching out to push him back onto his cock again, letting out a long, shaky groan of displeasure at Roger's sudden action. It took just about every bit of his wavering composure to latch his hands onto the blankets instead of around his aching length, his body desperately wanting its climax while his mind wanted to indulge in its curiosity and move on.

Before Roger could get out another snarky comment about his corrupted state, he lunged at him and flipped him over onto his previous position, his eyes wasting no time in running down his flushed body and down to the bulge in his boxers. Instead of getting any sort of revenge on him at that moment in time, he quickly tore off the damp garment and threw it over the edge of the bed, his gaze latching onto Roger's stiff, leaking cock that was begging for his touch.

"Try to make me sound like I'm the desperate one." Brian said, watching his lover's chest shakily rise up and down as he wrapped his hand around his length, Roger immediately gasping and bucking up to his touch. "Sensitive, are we?"

"Oh come on...Like you weren't gonna cum if I...I didn't stop." Roger replied. He didn't want to move on just yet. He certainly didn't want to rush, so why jump right into that final part just yet? For God's sake he still had no idea how to properly do anything and he wanted to postpone that for a bit longer before he'd have to confess to that as well. He ran his hands along Roger's body, completely blind to his mind's arguments that he didn't know what the hell to do, formed a tight grip around his waist and brought his mouth back up to the crook of his neck, hungrily biting at the tender skin. He began moving south, Roger's breathing growing shakier and shakier with every movement he made. He snapped at his chest, hotly running his tongue across his dripping skin right down to the top of his nether regions and drew a faint line up to the center of his stomach, his tongue hovering just above his body and making the younger boy writhe at the sensitive touch, savoring every moment he spent in tasting his irresistible body. It was almost as if he knew that Roger was close to letting out some kind of beg for a more intimate form of contact and Brian gladly responded. As Roger's back rose up from the bed, his mouth slightly parting to let a soft moan of longing, he took the head of his cock into his mouth, trying as fast as he could to recall anything Roger had done and hope that he could use anything he'd done with his past girlfriends in this situation. He pushed Roger's legs out a bit further and began doing what he had immediately done to him, gently licking at the tip of his member and spinning his tongue around the sensitive head, their drummer already falling into a fit of heavy breaths and short moans.

Another strong wave of lust and arousal crashed over his body as he tried to ignore the pulsing of his own cock and its demands to finally get inside of the younger boy. God he couldn't remember the last time he'd wanted to be inside someone so badly. Yet he couldn't do much else if he wanted to avoid any more confrontations. Hell even now he was stuck in a position of not knowing what he was supposed to do. All he had was the time Roger had gone down on him to base this all off of.

Whether it was his eagerness or desire to drive his lover to the brink just as he had, Brian took the next few inches of his lover's cock down into his mouth, evoking a quick shout that was followed by a shaky sigh of satisfaction from Roger. He had no idea where this sudden impulsiveness was coming from, but he was happy to follow it if that meant he could extract even more of those highly arousing sounds from him, then by all means he'd gladly follow. He replicated everything Roger had been doing. Spinning his tongue around his pulsing length, bringing his hand up to stroke the inches he had yet to attempt to take down, adding in the occasional sucking motion, anything to make sure he was experiencing his own pleasure as well. 

His mind began clouding from thoughts of what was to come. All the sensations, the sounds, feelings, sights. Just the mere thought of hearing Roger cry out for more or even just lose himself in a fit of heavy moaning was making his cock twitch with excitement. Already he was garnering those thick sighs and moans of pleasure from the movements he had made across his cock and the sight of him with his back slightly raised from the bed, head laying off to the side with the side of his face pressed against the pillow, his jaw hanging slack against it while he tried to suck down those quick breaths, and his tightly shut eyes that he knew were begging for him to do more than he was already doing. Hell he wanted to do more. But with his cock already hard and heavy on his tongue and slightly testing his gag reflex, he couldn't risk doing anything else.

Roger used the remaining sliver of his control over his body to keep it from driving into Brian's hot mouth, the idea of having the remaining inches down inside of it making the fight even harder. God he was already so lost in the feeling of his soft tongue lapping along every inch that he had taken down and those sucking movements were only making him go even further into delirium. Brian suddenly took down another inch, his tongue running just above that highly sensitive part of his length, his eyes flying open as he suddenly entangled his hands in Brian's hair and shoved the last part down into his mouth, a loud moan of pleasure escaping from his tense frame as Brian quickly pulled back, only leaving the head of his member between his lips.

"Oh God-Don't stop..." Roger begged, his length starting to angrily pulse against Brian's tongue as his body tried to recover from the sudden wave of pleasure. He felt Brian's soft humming start to vibrate around his member, streams of arousal and pleasure running through his body as he tightened his grip around Brian's head. His hand returned to the bottom of his length, his thumb running along that tender spot while his other hand ran along his inner thigh, his leg giving a sudden twitch at the soft touch. He managed to open his eyes again and looked down at the older boy, a thick moan falling from his mouth as his jaw went slack against his collarbone. He vaguely noticed a few drying tear streams across his cheeks, feeling an immediate pang of guilt at knowing it was from his actions only a mere few seconds beforehand. You've been in his damn place; you know you can't force it all down the first damn time. He berated silently, soon releasing the tight hold he had around his head and instead took to lightly scratching at his back to try and steady his breathing while Brian continued to go down on him. Thankfully he didn't pull back and stuck to what he had been doing before. The pleasure started up once more now that his guilt complex had been soothed back into silence, his body falling right back into those high pitched gasps of pleasure, the noises only heightening as he felt Brian's hands move over to his waist and up to the sides of his chest, his nails raking across the soft skin before he brought his hands behind him and grabbed both sides of his rear.

Desire for more began taking over his thoughts as the sudden urge to move on rose up, his mind now fighting with itself to whether it should remain there until Brian removed himself from his lower body or if he would have to take the initiative to actually move on. He knew he could sit there and endure whatever it was their guitarist would put him through but he couldn't help in feeling that, even though they had rushed into doing this, he couldn't just end it with him giving head. It'd feel unfulfilling and as though they'd just stopped halfway in that grey area and in this case, it had to be either going all the way or not doing anything at all and he'd made the choice to go with the former, now he just needed to act.

Roger pulled him off of his cock, his body letting out a hiss of displeasure at the sudden coldness that hit his lower body as he fell back against the mattress, his chest shakily rising and falling as he watched Brian get back into his position over him. He looked up at him, nervousness plastering every inch of that lovely face of his as he froze in place.

"I-Uh..." Brian began, a hard blush spreading across his face as Roger pushed himself into a slightly seated position, his stomach once again twisting itself into a tight knot.

"Bri," He began, his breath hitching in his throat as his head fell back while he pointed over to his trousers. "Grab what's in the back pocket." He managed quickly.

He dove down to the tossed up garment that had been thrown off the bed, feverishly digging his hand into one of the back pockets and snatching the small bottle from it. He turned back to the younger boy, his mind still clouded from its lustful state to blur his ability to think clearly.

Roger's gaze softened despite the unrelenting lust searing through his eyes. "Just do what you were going to do earlier, but with that."

Embarrassment crashed over him as he was about to hit himself for being so stupid. He wanted to make this as easy as possible and yet he kept delaying everything with these ridiculous mishaps due to his lack of planning. Hell he'd rather endure asking Freddie for some kind of advice than having to have Roger coax him through this like he had no idea what sex even was.

Not wanting to waste much time by dwelling on his inexperience with a guy, he unscrewed the cap from the small bottle of lube and poured out a rather large amount of it out onto his fingers, carefully laying it beside them on the bedside table and leant back in, Roger's eyes drastically darkening as he pressed one of them up at his entrance, the younger boy's lower body bucking down onto it to try and get him inside. He slowly ran his index finger around his entrance, watching as Roger gritted his teeth and forcefully slowed his breathing to a harsh pant. Without hesitation, Brian pressed the digit up inside of him, Roger falling silent for a split second while his head fell back, soon letting out a soft moan of both slight pain and pleasure. He bit down on his bottom lip and began slightly twisting his finger around inside of him, the once audible pain dying away quite fast as Roger began lightly moving his hips in time with his barely noticeable movements.

"Y-You don't have to be gentle..." He said. "It's not my first time anyway."

"I know," Brian began, trying to speed up his movements within the younger boy. "I just don't want to screw it up."

Roger gave a quick hum of pleasure. "Hmm, don't worry, lease it's not two virgins. That there tends not to end well." He continued, his lower body wincing beneath him.

Brian didn't press any further about what he'd told him and went on with what he had already asked him to do. He pressed a second finger up at his entrance and let it effortlessly slide in, Roger emitting a satisfied sigh, his noises growing louder as he sped up his movements inside of him, twisting his fingers around and occasionally parting them, the latter earning the loudest sounds of enjoyment. He watched as the tension in their drummer's face slowly faded as it was replaced with a contrasting relaxedness. He spread his two fingers apart as far as they'd go, hearing Roger gasp in pleasure as Brian brought his free hand behind him again, grabbing his ass once again, that already present stream of arousal that was flowing through him only strengthening at the added touch.

The pain had already quickly vanished, his body already growing used to the feeling of the two intruders in his nether regions as familiarity and pleasure took hold. A few soft moans made their way out of him, his body now wanting far more than Brian was willing to give him. He knew it was all to do with him being nervous and no one could blame him. It was awkward no matter what you did if it was your first time with anything, whether it be with shagging someone or trying anything new in the bedroom. He'd been in Brian's place before, in both senses of having to top someone and sleeping with someone of the same sex, so he knew about everything he was feeling right then and there were only amplified due because of his damn shyness. It was cute, that constant unknowingness in his gaze as he kept vigilant with every movement he made as to make sure he wouldn't do something wrong.

His body jerked as Brian moved his hand away from behind him and wrapped it around his member, the sudden pleasure combining with the added touch evoking a sharp gasp as Brian began timing his movements within him with the slow strokes along his length. He began moving his fingers back and forth, bringing them just far enough back to where the tips were still within him and pushing them as deep as Brian would let them go. His patience was wearing quickly, his body wanting to push the limits, silently begging for another digit or for him to actually get around to taking him. He could tell already that he wanted to move on too. That unhidden desire in his dark gaze and more than eager stance told him enough. Any movement was sending a pleasurable shiver through his body, whether it be those slow movements of him sliding his fingers in and out of him, slowly twisting them around, or parting them and scissoring against his muscles and stretching him out even further. 

Suddenly Brian pulled his two fingers out of his lower body, Roger instinctively giving the duvet a sharp tug of frustration as their guitarist gave his shaft a hard squeeze before leaning back in. "Come now, you found it fun to tease me earlier." He told him softly while drawing faint circles around the head of his member with the tip of his index finger. "I'd like to return the favor." He finished as he pushed the two digits back inside of him, the sudden action making him squirm with pleasure.

"Oh-Oh fuck-" Roger managed as Brian twisted his two fingers around inside of him quickly yet oh so deeply while also letting his other hand quickly rub the base of his length with his thumb, waves of pleasure rolling through his body. God was he relieved that Brian was finally getting away from being so gentle with him, though he was acting slightly out of character at the moment. But damn, it felt good. Desire and pleasure filled his mind and body, making him constantly whine for more than what his lover was giving him.

"Agh fuck!" Roger mewled as Brian finally pushed a third finger up inside of him. He gasped and moaned wildly, his cock pulsing against the older boy's palm as he once again brought his focus up to the tip and causing him to buck up to the touch while tightening around the three digits he had buried deep inside of him, earning a throaty, frustrated growl from his lover. Good lord all of this was driving him mental. Brian repeatedly flicking his three fingers in and out of his lower body, twisting and turning them around to further stretch him, spreading all three as far apart as he could to bring that beautiful sensation of slight pain and pure pleasure through his body, all combining with the hard grip he had around his swollen dick was making him insane. He wanted it so damn badly now, he wanted him so much right now. After spending what felt like ages longing for him and his body, he couldn't bear to wait any longer. Those earlier emotions of pure shock had long subsided, though he still cursed himself for acting too impulsive with jumping right into the bedroom to 'solidify' the relationship. He began clawing at the blankets beneath them, his back rising up from the bed again as he continually tightened around his lover's fingers, Brian soon making sure to make a quick movement forward to bring his lower body up from the bed every time he did so.

"L-like that-Oh God..." He said breathlessly, his chest quickly raising and falling to try and steady himself as best as he could while Brian continued with preparing him. He knew it was all to drive him crazy now since he was more than ready to get laid. Roger tried his best to get him to hit his prostate now, just to earn even more of that breathtaking pleasure that was making all his previous composure shatter. He pushed himself down, managing to get him even deeper inside of him while he occasionally teased his entrance with a fourth digit, but always would let it fall back down just as he pulled all three digits out once again, Roger crying out in displeasure as he left him completely devoid of his touch once he removed his hold around his cock.

"P-please, oh my God don't stop!" Roger pleaded as he heard the bed creak beneath them, his eyes shutting even tighter as his body continued crying out to him to resume its pleasure once again. He forced his eyes open, noticing a small smirk on top of Brian's face as he pushed out another heavy amount of lube out onto his fingers before he leant back in.

"Ow-Oh fuck Brian!" He moaned loudly as he pressed all three digits back up inside of him at once, his thick breathing and gasping filling the tensed bedroom even more so as he tightened once more around the three digits Brian had within him, his lover responding with a tight grip around his cock, quickly running his hand along his length. He sputtered out the beginnings of multiple begs for more, for him to finally move on and stop with the treacherous teasing he was forcing upon him now. It was all so unlike him, so contrasting to that meekness that he had possessed not even half an hour ago. Hell even at the start of this session he could barely do anything that he'd consider rough or lustful. Now that's all it was and all he was hoping for was that Brian would continue with it once they got to the final part of this session.

"Let me h-hear you..." Brian finally managed in a much darker tone than he expected as he suddenly stopped moving, holding his fingers at the edge of his opening. He looked over at him, a soft moan falling out of him at the ill-hidden frustration, lust, and opposing infatuation that covered his nearly black gaze.

"Please-Oh God-" He began, Brian tightening his grip around the base of his member as he focused his attention on the underside, his thumb running quickly across the sensitive patch as he shoved his fingers back inside of him and gave a sudden twist of the three digits within him. "Fuck me already!"

Yet Brian remained alert and continued with purely teasing him as he quickly stretched the three of them inside of the younger boy with ease, his actions earning a loud moan of satisfaction as Roger once again bucked up to his touch, his cock still pulsing viciously against the palm of his hand. His own member was still throbbing at the sight of him moaning and thrusting up into his tight grip, everything he was doing steadily driving him towards insanity. He wanted nothing more than to finally get into him, to have their bodies together in the most intimate way possible, and to evoke even more of those strident cries, knowing that it was solely because of his actions that he was driving Roger closer and closer to the edge and to endure his own type of pleasure. God he looked so good underneath him. His sweaty chest that was shakily rising and falling whenever he sucked down another heavy breath, his flushed face that continued to fall slack as he'd let out another wild noise of pleasure, and his stiff erection that was prodding at his lower belly, the added touch only driving him mad.

Don't ruin this Brian, don't take it too far. He ordered himself. As much as he wanted to remain there, evoking more and more of those cries and whines of pleasure from their drummer, he didn't trust himself to screw up somehow by letting this carry on too long. Deciding not to risk his preparation accidentally pushing him over the edge before the moment supreme, Brian pulled all three digits out of him, his other hand giving his stiff length a quick squeeze before he latched both of them to the duvet on either side of the younger boy. He reached over to the bedside table and threw open the door, his hand absentmindedly searching for the required item while he tugged Roger up into a heated kiss, his lover's legs wrapping themselves around his waist and pulling his lower body down against his own, the added touch of his member running against his own made his own moaning start up once again. It was so close. So damn close. His body was more than ready to be inside of his crush, his lust even getting better of his once prominent anxiety about his lack of experience. He didn't care about that at all right now. All he wanted was Roger's devilishly tantalizing body to be his and his alone. Those wide, hungry eyes to be shut tight from the pleasure, his body trembling beneath his hands at how good everything felt, shouts and cries for more echoing through their apartment, everything just to drive him crazy. Finally, he pulled away and tore the top of the condom wrapper off, spitting it out over the side of the bed while Roger impatiently shook his head and let his legs fall off from around him.

"I-I told y-you...I'm not a girl...Fuck me raw." He seethed, his hand reaching out for the bottle of lube he'd tossed across the sheets while Brian sat there slightly baffled at Roger's harsh demand to be screwed without a condom. Excitement coursed through his body, Roger's action of wrapping his hand around his dick making him drop the no longer needed condom to the floor, his lubed up hand running along his length immediately buck up to the touch. He fell back down to the bed, soon pushing himself into a better position as his lover took the chance to tease him one last time with a gentle flick across the tip of his painfully hard cock. He knocked Roger's hand aside and pinned both his hands to the bed, both of their chests quickly rising and falling as Roger parted his legs even more, the barely noticeable movement being the one that let him slam one hand down onto the comforter as he wrapped his other hand around his aching member, quickly guiding it up to Roger's entrance and effortlessly pushing himself up inside of his old crush.

Brian had to stop himself only halfway at entering him, the overwhelming pleasure making his mouth fall open in shock and cause his breathing to halt in his throat. Good lord did it feel so much better to be inside someone without a damn condom on and the sheer tightness of having Roger around his cock was completely breathtaking. It didn't stop there. The sight of Roger's head falling back into the pillow, a long, heavy moan of pleasure falling out of his thin frame, his back rising up from the mattress, and the feeling of him lightly bucking his hips was only making it feel even better. Brian let out a string of 'Oh God's as his body was enveloped in the pleasure of finally getting inside him. He pulled back, another hard flash of pleasure rushing through his body as Roger let out a quick gasp, his own hold on the comforter tightening. Contrasting waves of lust and affection rolled through his body as he leant back in, his mouth attacking Roger's as he released his grip on the blanket and latched his hands onto his waist, his nails digging into the soft skin. He began softly rocking his hips, knowing that his slow movements were primarily for him to get his body used to the tightness and overall unknown feeling of being inside of another guy. It was nothing like being inside a woman, not even the slightest. He didn't even know how to describe it, all his body and mind knew was that it felt good. Every small thrust he made within him brought another jolt of pleasure across his spine that would also cause either a little squeak, gasp, or soft moan to escape from his lover.

"F...Fuck Roger..." He said breathlessly.

"B-Big difference from a girl?" He asked rhetorically, Brian nodding quickly in response as he pushed himself just a bit deeper inside of him, a shaky sigh of pleasure falling out of his tense frame as he tried to find some kind of steady rhythm of slipping in and out of their drummer, Roger's own noises growing louder and louder every time he took the chance at adding either more speed or power to his movements. He hated that he was being so careful with his movements, especially since Roger was silently pleading for him to do more than this slow, gentle thrusting he had kept up with. You know it's his first time with you. He thought absentmindedly as he tried to shove back the shock of everything to try and speed up his movements. You don't want to screw it up. He stifled a groan as his body began to fall into that desired rhythm of pushing himself up inside of him and pulling back until just the head of his cock was inside of him and continued repeating the action, Roger's quiet gasping speeding up as he continued moving his lower body around beneath him.

Every quick thrust Brian made inside of him brought those lovely bursts of pleasure through his body and yet its greedy side was still taking control of his mind, endlessly begging for him to go as rough as he wanted and to put every inch of him inside of his body at once. Even with those little bucks of his own lower body, Brian didn't seem to get his message and he was more than ready to cry out for more if he didn't move on from this aggravatingly slow pace. God his imagination had been far rougher than this, hell he was far rougher with himself than Brian was with him right now. He knew he should've expected that it all would slow down once they got to the main portion although he knew could break him, get him to abandon that ridiculously infuriating slow pace and gentleness because he knew damn well that he could be rough if he wanted to, he just needed him to get over the shock somehow.

"Jesus Brian harder. I'm not a fucking virgin now-Oh!" He began, his sentence being cut off as Brian finally pushed the rest of his cock up inside of him with one strong thrust, a hard wave of satisfaction and pleasure lolling through his body as he watched that last strand of nervousness vanish from his face as his head fell back, his thrusts growing stronger with every single time he pushed himself back inside of him, the increased pressure of having his whole length inside of him making his own pleasure strengthen. God he was so deliciously thick that the sensation of being repeatedly stretched and filled with his proud erection was so immensely satisfying that he was being quickly driven to his own hysteria. He threw his arms around Brian's chest, his nails lightly scratching at his back as he gave a quick kick at the blankets, watching in awe as the older man quickly began reaching his own primal insanity. That satisfied look upon his face was only making his arousal and pleasure spike. His eyes lightly shut, mouth hanging slack so that those low moans, almost growls, of pleasure could pour out of him, the little steady streams of sweat that were dripping across his face and down to his soaked chest, and his loose curls that were clinging to the side of his face and neck. All of it was telling him that he was both losing that sophistication and gaining that animalistic self that he knew everyone possessed while also enjoying everything he was doing and what he got from his own body in return. Whether it be those low moans of pleasure, scratches at his back, or the few times where he'd raise his lower body up to where the head of his cock would run along his lower belly, Roger knew that his lover was finally getting over the new sensation of doing something with him for the first time and was getting into the mood of this session to begin to enjoy himself.

The only noises that were making their way out of him were either short, breathless curses or heavy moans that were quickly mixing with Brian's own satisfied noises. God he'd been waiting ages to finally get laid in general, let alone endure a session with the one he'd been longing after for ages. It was hard for him to ignore the overwhelming adoration and straight up love he was feeling despite all of the more animalistic and rougher lust that was still searing through his body at the moment. All of this was still such a shock: the fact that he'd confessed his crush, Brian straight up kissing him to show that he felt the same way, and now that he'd initiated this whole session and was actually beneath him with his entire length already shoved inside of him was almost beating out the pleasure. To think it was all because Brian of all people had gotten the courage to say something. The shy, meek boy who was so bright when it came to any sort of intellectual business but was so painstakingly awkward when it came to so many social situations, especially anything that dealt with romance. The one who couldn't even find a way to say a clear sentence to him earlier and yet could tell you the name of whatever constellation was present in the sky that night. The one who instead of saying 'I like you' would go on to recite the history of stereography instead. And he couldn't believe that he would finally have a shot to be his after all this time.

"Hmm...Just-Just like that..." Roger moaned as Brian once again sped up his movements within him, his own body giving a quick thrust as a pleasurable shiver ran across his body. Out of nowhere Brian suddenly stopped, his grip tightening, his breathing growing even more stiff and ragged, and his face screwing up as he let out a long, low, growl-like moan of pleasure, his nails raking across his lower body before he wrapped his arms around his back and tugged him up to press his chest against his own, feeling his heart slam against his chest in an almost unbelievable synchronicity with his racing heartbeat. Soon Brian began moving again, his mind relaxing and falling back into its incoherent cloud of pleasure and throwing out the beg for him to resume. His mouth returned to the side of his neck, his tongue hotly running across the soaked skin while he occasionally paused to snap or suck at the tender spots. Roger instinctively tightened around Brian's member, evoking a mewl of pleasure from himself while Brian gave a short, hard thrust inside of him, his muscles tensing as another loud moan made its way out of him, his lower body slightly trembling for a quick second before he resumed his motions.

Brian was close to crying out in pleasure at the burning sensation of having Roger tighten around his dick, the added pressure only making that pleasure even stronger. Good lord it felt so good. So much better than he could've imagined. The sight and feeling of Roger enjoying himself and being satisfied to his heart's content was only making him even more determined to keep going, to continue to extract those low moans and high gasps and whimpers of pleasure that he barely heard beneath his own noises. And yet, he was more focused on that look of shock, pleasure, and heart-melting love that coated that soft blue gaze of his that was making him want to have him even closer. He didn't want this to end, this connection that they had right then and there. He didn't want this to be some worthless one night stand or even leave the two of them as friends with benefits. He wanted him as his own, as his lover, as his partner, as the boyfriend he'd wanted him to be for ages.

He groaned in pleasure as he pulled back, repositioning Roger's lower body beneath him and quickly pressing himself back inside, hearing the younger boy hum with pleasure as his eyes fell shut. He brought his mouth back up to meet Roger's, his lover eagerly responding by gladly running his tongue across his, his muffled moans mixing with his own and vibrating against his tongue. His lover tightened around him once again, garnering another harsh growl of pleasure from his tense frame as he tried pushing himself deeper, changing his position ever so slightly and pulling off of Roger's mouth, soon slamming into their drummer's body. Roger gave a loud shout as he released his hold around his back, his eyes now wide open and caked with pure shock.

"What'd I do?" Brian asked quickly, his sentence giving out as Roger repeatedly tightened around his cock.

"Fuck it dammit! Jesus Christ just keep d-doing that." Roger breathed out, his chest raising and falling quite quickly as he let out a whine of dissatisfaction at his stillness. He paused for a mere second, his mind still trying to figure out what on earth had gotten that sort of shout from the younger boy. Had he hurt him? Surely not since he was practically pleading for him to repeat it, which he finally did so a quick second later and earned a heavy moan of pleasure and Roger tightening around his cock, his lower body not relaxing even when he started getting back into his old rhythm again. 

"More, more, Oh God!" Roger cried as he repeatedly slammed into his body. All of Roger's moaning soon vanished, quickly being replaced by quick howls and mewls of pleasure as he frantically clawed at the pillow behind him. Whatever it was he'd apparently done to him was driving him absolutely mental and his own arousal was skyrocketing. His body was unconsciously thrusting into him, the pleasure blinding him of trying to maintain any sort of control that he had long ago lost. Every bit of his control was completely gone as he quickly abandoned his slow thrusts and resorted to erratically pounding into his lover, trying his best to remain in the same position to keep up with what it was that Roger had wanted him to keep doing. Pleasure seared through every noise that came out of him as his body randomly jerked and writhed around beneath him, the sight driving his senses mad. His head fell back to the top of his spine as he raked his nails across Roger's soft skin, garnering a quick buck of Roger's hips from beneath him as he groaned with pleasure.

Suddenly Brian's mouth was latched to the side of his throat, a sharp stream of pleasure making its way into the mix of already hot satisfaction that was flooding through him as his lover's cock repeatedly slid across his sweet spot. Brian's teeth dug into the sensitive patch at the top of his chest, ripples of arousal running through his body as his tongue repeatedly flicked across the small spot. He knew this whole thing wasn't going to last much longer, the frustration that lingered across Brian's face and the strangled growls that were escaping from him told him enough, that and that once present rhythm of him slamming into his body had long been abandoned. His excitement spiked, the promise of release and the mere imagination of hitting it was already starting to make the actual one build up within his lower belly.

"Fuck Roger, hmm Oh God, you feel so good...So tight, fuck." Brian hummed.

"Oh Brian, ungh, shit just like t-that..." He managed, Brian replying with a long drag of his tongue across his chest and up to the end of his jaw.

Pitiful gasps and weak moans poured out of his desperate body, his attempt to try and soothe his breathing failing almost immediately as Brian finally wrapped his hand around his throbbing member, his already present rapidly growing climax growing only more noticeable as he let out a quick yelp of shock. His lover quickly ran his hand along his length, forcefully removing his coherency and reducing him to a pile of unintelligible sounds and hectic writhing while Brian nibbled at his exposed throat. He tore at the pillow behind him, viciously scratching at the fabric while he wrapped his legs around Brian's lower body, pulling him deeper inside of him, all while he tried sucking air into the deepest parts of his lungs now that he was growing so excruciatingly close to his release. Brian managed another deep thrust inside of him, the hard slam against his prostate making him shriek with pleasure as a hard shudder ran through his body, the act just pushing him even closer to sweet release. His lover swallowed thickly, mumbling some devilishly sexy comments about how close he was to his climax himself. Everything was so overwhelming. The feeling of being so close to the maximum level of satisfaction, the still lingering euphoria of having his crush confirm that he felt similar feelings towards him, and the hopeful promise that this wasn't it, that it could hopefully blossom into him being able to call him more than just a one-time lover. A feeble cry escaped from his lips, just a mere two words that were, "M-more...Please..."

And Brian happily responded with more. He tightened his grip around his cock and angled his hips just so, the head of his member hitting his sweet spot with an unyielding accuracy while whispering a gruff "Move with me" and placing a soft kiss on his cheek. He moved his hips as best he could in time with Brian's erratic thrusting. He didn't know which one of them could finish first. His own climax was so close, so damn close to tipping him over the edge and yet Brian's increasingly loud, shocked moans of pure pleasure and messy thrusting into him could've meant that his own release was within his grasp as well. But the former assumption was soon proven right. Brian managed just one last, powerful thrust that drew a loud gasp from him, his body tensing up as he viciously dug his nails into the pillow behind him, a harsh tearing noise just barely audible beneath their heavy breathing, his lower body twitching and writhing as the first waves of his climax began running through him. A final nudge at his overstimulated prostate was all it took for him to cum with a loud moan of Brian's name. His back shakily arched forward as his head tilted back into the pillows, his jaw falling slack into a silent cry of pleasure as his eyes shut tightly, his body emptying his load out onto the center of his lover's chest, flashes of pure relief and satisfaction scorching through his weakening frame as his body continued to divulge in its own climax.

"Oh-Oh damn...Roger...." Brian moaned out as he watched Roger finally hit his climax, the final moan of his own name escaping from between Roger's lips before his mouth fell slack finally pushing him over the edge as well. He instinctively removed his hand from around Roger's cock and threw his arms around his chest, his body starting to shudder as he buried his face into the crook of his neck, blisteringly hot ecstasy and sweet relief flooding his body as it instinctively made a few small bucks of his hips up against Roger's body as he filled him up with his hot, white liquid, Roger's satisfied moan only intensifying the feeling of being able to cum inside of someone without the damn feeling of any protection around his member. God it felt so damn good, so much better to finish inside of him, so breathtaking that it left him feeling more than ecstatic.

When Roger finally released his tight grip around his lover's lower body and the last soft waves of delight began fading away, Brian fell back down to the bed and on top of his body. His mind and body were both completely exhausted, yet not tired enough to let him fall immediately into any sort of slumber. He waited for Brian to pull away, just so that he'd know that this was all just so that he'd get to sleep with him and would move on to the next floozy that entered his life. Yet he did no such thing. Instead, he felt his arms tighten around him and pull him close, slowly pull out of his lower body, and roll over behind him, his face soon being buried into his semi-long hair as he heard him whisper some jumbled words that were barely audible. Chests were heaving, each of their members slowly softening, and a satisfied light brightened Roger's blue gaze back to that usual vibrancy now that the shadows of longing and lust were quickly being replaced with shimmers of love and affection.

"D-damn...No wonder your girlfriends are so loud." Roger teased.

"C-certainly different...Than anything w-with them..." Brian admitted.

"I'd figured. Now you know what...what it's like." He said, his worry seeping into his voice despite his best attempts to hold it back. God he hoped that this all wasn't just a ruse and he was playing with his emotions, that his confession earlier was nothing more than a mere ploy to get inside of him.

"There's still...still one thing I don't know..." Their guitarist began, gently pulling at his shoulder until he turned over. "I don't want this to end..."

Roger wouldn't let him continue, his body responding to the sudden reveal with another kiss upon his lips, his legs intertwining themselves with Brian's as soon as he turned around to face him. Brian entangled his hand into his hair and pushed him deeper into the kiss, Roger trying his best to hold back the few drops of tears that had filled the corner of his eyes.

"There's no need to act timid around your boyfriend..." Roger said softly as he pulled away.

Brian's gaze softened before a soft blush crept up on his face. He held his breath, waiting for him to say something, anything to help soothe his tense nerves.

"You know; this wouldn't have happened if I hadn't walked past your door a few days ago and well...Overheard you..." Brian told him, that blush on his face only darkening. An even darker shade of red spread across his face as the memory of what he had been doing became fresh in his mind.

"W-well surely I wasn't t-that loud! I-I thought none one was home and w-well..."

Brian was having none of it. He returned Roger's action of silencing him and pressed his lips against his. This wasn't the time to discuss any of what he had heard or what happened that day or how it all led to this. He knew some day it'd just be something they'd hopefully laugh about if this really was the two of them entering a relationship. To think, that's what it had to be for him to actually find some kind of way to say how he'd been feeling for ages.

He sat up, still feeling Roger's arms irremovably wrapped around his waist and softly running his hand across his torso. He didn't want to pull away. He wanted the two of them to stay there forever, to be completely absorbed in any romantic gestures Roger would like to put into action with him, and to just enjoy his lover, now partner, alone. Yet the last thing either of them needed was Freddie coming home to find the two of them in a bedroom behind a closed door. All that they needed was any more embarrassment for the two of them, especially Roger who was probably still trying to get over his reveal of hearing him from only a few days prior.

Eventually, Roger pulled away and Brian surveyed the room, seeing their clothes crappily tossed onto the floor along with the open and unused condom that he'd dropped there not too long ago. The room still had that heated scent that told anyone the events that'd gone down inside there and, knowing their frontman, he'd say something as soon as he possibly could. He got up, grabbed his clothes that he and Roger had thrown about the bedroom, and started slipping them back on.

"The last thing I'm gonna bother with is Freddie frotting over the fact that one of us had sex, let alone with one another." Brian told him as he saw that innocent lost look creep up into his eyes.

"Like he's not going to figure out on his own if he catches us sucking each other's face during the day." Roger said, immediately resorting to that arrogance and confidence that he possessed so much of.

"I'd prefer to tell him, not have him walk in on us without anything on."

Roger fell silent after that, gratefully taking his clothes back from Brian's outstretched hand and working on getting his clothes on. Once all was said and done, Brian wrapped his arms around Roger's once again covered stomach and nuzzled the side of the younger boy's face, his hands soon resting on top of his own as he rested the back of his head against his chest. That's all he'd been longing for, the mere touch of Roger's body against his own, knowing that he was finally his and vice versa.

A loud crash immediately disrupted the silence and serenity of the moment as they both looked towards the door. Brian rushed ahead, Roger trailing close behind as they headed down the hall. He froze at the end of the hall, watching their frontman eagerly tear at the clothes of whomever he was draped all over, the latter's face blocked by Freddie's arm that was resting across their chest while he took a fistful of his mousy brown hair into his hand, the two still completely oblivious to their appearance and still locked in their heavy makeout session on top of their couch.

"Hey! Fred! Stop sticking your tongue down their throat on our couch!" Roger shouted, startling both himself and Freddie's company.

"Oh you two are finally done are you?" Freddie asked as he pulled off of the other man, who had pressed himself against the corner of their couch, trying desperately to fix himself up while he was still violently blushing and looking extremely anxious to what else they'd say. Yet their singer found no reason to introduce the man who he'd just been on top of and he was sure that if they hadn't stepped in would've led to something else.

"Done with what?" Roger retorted.

"I don't know what else would provoke Brian saying 'Fuck Roger, hmm Oh God, you feel so good...', you moaning for more, or you coming out here with a bunch of love bites along your throat Rog unless you two finally got around to confessing that you've been lusting after one another for the past year and fucked in his bedroom." Freddie replied sultrily, Roger's face paling for a quick moment before flushing a dark red, almost competing with the heavy crimson color that was still lurking on Freddie's unknown guest.

"So much for just telling him." Roger sighed, Brian responding by running his hand along his partner's back.

"Oh I knew it! Now I don't need to deal with Brian's incoherent babbling around you anymore and that sense that I was gonna have to watch you two start screwing each other out here because neither could wait any longer. From how Roger was sounding, I'm guessing it was good."

"I-It wasn't that bad..." Brian argued.

"I am not that loud!" Roger whined.

Freddie ignored their responses and leant back over to his guest, whispering something barely audible in his ear, his face soon relaxing as he finally managed to look at them with that still slightly nervous grey gaze.

"How on earth could you even have heard us? You just walked in!" Brian asked.

"The doors aren't sound proof love. I'm sure our neighbors heard the two of you just like we did but I really just heard you two when I came up while he was still fishing around for his wallet down in his car." Freddie explained while motioning over to his guest.

"Now that our stuff's out of the way, would you mind introducing us to the guy you were just snogging on the couch with?" Roger asked, the other man's face darkening once again.

"Ah right, I've been going around looking for a bassist you know and this one here contacted me not too long ago, saying he'd be interested and all that. Simply put, I fancied him and took to seeing if he felt similar." He paused, looking over at his guest for a split second and giving a quick huff of laughter. "Case in point, he did and I've been vanishing to talk to him about joining our band and just simply going out with him."

"Does he have a name or?"

"It's John by the way..." Freddie's guest/boyfriend said quietly. "John Deacon."

"Oh don't be so shy baby." Freddie purred as he ran his hand through John's slightly tousled hair. "He's a great bassist from what I've seen and I doubt he's gonna cause any problems personality wise."

Though he couldn't tell right then and there, he certainly did seem better than the previous ones, especially the one who kept trying to steal Freddie's spotlight during the few concerts they'd score. Despite that shyness that was still plastered across his face, Brian could still take notice of a similar, infatuated look in his eyes while he looked helplessly over at Freddie, as though he was the only one who was helping him remain calm while meeting two supposedly new people. There was a similar protective warmth in Freddie's dark gaze as well, the lights of a fresh new romance reminding him of how he was feeling towards his own new boyfriend as well.

Freddie leant back in and pressed one last kiss against John's mouth, his mouth curling into a small smirk while he laughed gently to himself as soon as he pulled back. "You know; I think Queen's gonna be a perfect name for the four of us."