"Good evening, Robert." Jimmy gazed at him with half-closed eyes. He was lying on the singer's bed; the thin sheet over him couldn't hide the contours of his naked body.

Robert blinked. "What the hell are you doing here, Page?"

"Paying you." Jimmy smiled, coyly. "For services rendered. Now, come on - let me service you." Lips parted, he gave the other man a look that went straight to his groin.

Every part of Robert's brain seemed to shut down. All he wanted to do was jump into bed and thrust his now-aching cock into Jimmy. But he didn't. "You're using me."

"Oh, Percy." Jimmy sighed. "We've already established that. I want full songwriting credits. I want to be rich."

"You are rich." Anger quaked in Robert's voice. "Those were my songs. I deserve-"

"We don't always get what we deserve." the guitarist remarked. "So we become quite adept at making do. Now, come on - are you going to fuck me or not?"

Robert's cock throbbed painfully, in the tight casing of his jeans.

"Mmm..." Jimmy's eyes caressed it. "Hello there, big boy. Don't say you're ruled by morals, too." He glanced, scornfully, up at the singer.

That was all it took for Robert to rid himself of his pants and stalk across the room like an enraged lion.

Jimmy kicked the sheet off him and rolled over, getting in position. "Over there." He nodded towards the lube on the nightstand.

Something in his bossy tone brought Robert's anger simmering to the surface. He picked the lube off the nightstand and flung it across the room.

Startled, Jimmy made as if to get up, but Robert pushed him back down. Straddling the backs of the guitarist's thighs, he whispered in his ear, "You're a manipulative bastard and I hope this hurts." He thrust into Jimmy's unprepared hole in one fierce, brutal move.

The guitarist, biting down on the sheets to prevent himself from screaming out loud, uttered a strangled groan.

Gripping one of Jimmy's hips possessively, Robert pushed himself in deeper with each thrust. All his bitterness and pain were now the fuel behind the animalistic ploughing he was giving the guitarist.

Jimmy's face had been scrunched in an expression of pain, but now Robert touched something inside him that made him make an obscene wail. "Ahh...yeah...right there...yeah..."

Doubly turned on, Robert seized Jimmy's lips mid-thrust.

Now the only noises in the bedroom were the creaking of the bed, the sound of skin on skin and the muffled sighs of the lovers.

The sensation of Jimmy's tight warmth around his rock-hard cock was nearly driving Robert off the edge. Every time he hit Jimmy's prostate, the guitarist would whine against his lips and writhe under him as though he were being filled with searing flame.

Then, abruptly, the guitarist ripped his lips away from Robert's. "Touch me." he groaned. "You have to touch me."

Sliding his cock out of Jimmy's blissfully warmth for a brief while, Robert allowed the other to get into a position in which the singer could jerked him off in time to his thrust.

Jimmy's lips curled into a contorted smile. "See how - nngh - easy it is to control you." His hazy eyes had a scornful edge to them. "And is this - ungh - the best you can - ungh - do? I'll never come at this - ungh - rate."

Using Jimmy's precum as lube, Robert starting stroking his cock, drawing carnal noises out of the guitarist, no matter how hard he tried to muffle them.

The knuckles clutching the sheets in a death grip now went whiter than before and Robert could tell, despite his scathing words about the other's sexual prowess, that he was about to come.

Finally, muscles clenching around Robert's cock, Jimmy came, dirtying the space between their sweat-slicked bodies.

The feeling of Jimmy's muscles tensing up around him sent Robert over the edge. Uttering a barely muffled wail, he came, spewing his seed into the now-limp guitarist.

It was done.

Panting and shuddering, Robert lay on Jimmy, whose eyes were half-closed in post-coital bliss.

It was at this inopportune moment that Robert's bedroom door creaked open.

"What in heaven's name is going on in this room?"

The voice was deadly familiar.

Absolute horror struck Robert. "Dad? Wh-what are you...this - this isn't what it looks like." It was the most hopeless of lies, considering the fact that his now-flaccid cock was still buried in Jimmy and the guitarist's legs were still wrapped around his waist.

His father's face went an unpleasant green colour. "Meet me downstairs when you're dressed and you've shown your friend out." He disappeared, shutting the door behind him as though there was some evil aura in the room that he did no want to release.

Robert felt sick as he pulled out of Jimmy. One of his worst fears had now been realised.

He bent down to kiss Jimmy's lips, in the hopes of securing even a small atom of comfort, but the guitarist turned away and Robert's lips grazed his cheek instead.

"You're a disgrace - you repel even your own father."

Robert's eyes flew open. The familiar sight of his bedroom walls greeted him in the gloomy dark of early morning.

He turned over in his empty bed to switch his bedside lamp on.

The warm glow comforted him, if only slightly. It had all been a dream. Judging by the mess coating his thighs and bedsheet, the first half of it had been rather enjoyable.

He shuddered, suddenly cold. The look on his father's face had been awful. It was as though his son had become an abomination in his eyes. A disgusting, gay abomination.

Bile forced itself up Robert's throat. He staggered off to the bathroom and vomited violently into the toilet.

When he had finished, he flushed the contents of his stomach down the toilet and wished that he could flush himself down with them. The sudden wetness on his cheeks surprised him.

He raised his gaze to the mirror over the sink and found his eyes brimming with tears.

You're so pathetic, Percy. You're so fucking pathetic that a bad dream can leave you in tears.

Shuffling back to bed, he wrapped the covers around him tightly and tried to go back to sleep, tears tickling the cheek that rested on his pillow.

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Well? How'd I do?

I've always found that characters in fanfictions who find out that they're gay always take it very easily, which is BS. I might be straight, but I've had plenty of gay and bi friends over the years, and discovering the true nature of their sexuality was never easy for them.

Thus, Robert is wrestling with his feelings for Jimmy, his own lack of power within the group and the shame he feels he's bringing his parents.

I'm evil, I know.