Gentle strums of the guitar surrounded the small room around Brian as his hands danced over the chords of his precious instrument. The gentle, low tones of John's bass hid beneath the beat of Roger's drums as they continued practicing Spread Your Wings. John had seemed quiet enthusiastic when he presented it to them two weeks ago, and Brian understood his excitement since he didn't have as many songs as the rest of them did and was now able to actually bring it to life. Freddie's voice sang above the rest of their instruments as they began to reach the middle of the song once again, struggling to get past this part. He'd easily gotten the beginning down and it may have been a better idea to finish this song before getting distracted by the other trifles they'd had with the other songs.

As the middle began to approach, he took a deep breath and focused on his beloved guitar and tried to distance himself from everything else. However, a sudden cymbal crash followed by a loud beat from a snare caused him to not only play multiple wrong notes at once, but to jump back into the wall behind him, just barely managing to hold onto his guitar. He looked over at Roger who's face was a bright red and was looking down at his drum-kit, his gaze flickering across the room to the more than annoyed glances of Freddie and John.

"Dammit Roger! That's the fourth time in the past 20 minutes you've messed up! And at the same damn part!" Freddie shouted

"Sorry," Roger said as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, placing his sticks on one of the drums. "I'm...Not to focused at the moment."

"Well, don't say it's cause you didn't get enough sleep. I was up later than you two last night." He retorted

Brian walked over and laid a hand on his boyfriend's shoulder, receiving an awkward yet grateful glance. "Aw, don't be hard on him. We all mess up sometimes."

"Not after two weeks of practicing." John grumbled

"Hey, you got some of the chords wrong on my song too." Brian said with a smirk, John looking down at his bass and remaining silent.

Brian felt him shift once again underneath him, his hands crossed over his lap as his blush remained visible on his face. He didn't seem tired at all, just distracted. His eyes were distant, his thoughts elsewhere and were intently focused on the drum-set, as though he was trying to not to look at anyone else.

"Well, come on then. Let's try to get through your solo without another loud cymbal 'mistake'."

Roger nodded quickly as Brian returned to his guitar, picking it up again and swinging it around his shoulder. He gave a gentle glance towards the young blonde, seeing him flash an insecure glance towards him with his soft blue eyes. Brian heard the pre-recorded piano began to play as they started the song once more.

As the second verse began to approach again as everyone began to slow down. Freddie's voice softened once more as John's bass was more easily heard with the quieter noise coming from his guitar and the gentle hits of the hi-hats of Roger's drum-kit. He gave a cautious look at Roger who was desperately trying to focus on his drums. Brian gave a soft sigh as he returned his focus to his playing and began to return to the chorus again, finally being able to make progress on this song. They returned to the chorus and the energy returned. Freddie's voice grew louder and stronger, his guitar now above the gentle hums, and the kick of the drums returned, all complimented by John's deep bass.

Yet, not even ten seconds into the second chorus, a loud thud sounded from behind them as they all turned to see Roger on the ground with his right arm draped along one of his drums.

"Oh God, Roger you alright?" Brian asked, putting his guitar aside to help the younger boy.

"Y-Yeah, I'm good." He said, another blush creeping back onto his face as Brian placed his hands on his shoulders to help him up.

"How the hell do you miss a whole drum?!" Freddie muttered in a calm, dark voice, his patience beginning to wear thin.

Roger stood back up, pulling his jacket farther down to cover the top of his pants. "I-I told you I'm not focused right now."

"Well then get focused!" Freddie groaned, tossing his headphones to onto the nearby counter and began marching over to the pair, "It's been four damn hours! I'd like to accomplish something by the end of the day!"

As Roger got situated in his chair again, Brian took noticed of the sheer lack of focus he actually had. He seemed antsy at the moment, as though other thoughts were occupying his mind. He constantly shifted and crossed his leg over his lap.

"How about we take a break?" Brian suggested, Roger immediately perking up at this.

"Yeah! Fifteen, twenty-five minutes. That'll help all of us." He said, walking around his drum-kit.

Freddie seemed reluctant to agree and looked over at his boyfriend, who shrugged with a hopeful spark in his eyes. "Fine...But we're finishing that song today!"

"Thank you. I know it'll-Hey!" Brian began as Roger gripped his shirt and pulled him out towards the back room of the studio.

"Come on, I just need to talk for a bit." He said quickly, his unrelenting grip on his shirt pulling him closer.

"I'm...following...you...Just...let go!" He muttered, tugging at Roger's hand on his shirt.

Roger brought him into the rear room, slamming the door behind him. He staggered forward and quickly turned around, glaring at the drummer, quickly hearing the click of the door being locked. "Well? What is it?" He asked, taking notice of the scandalous glint in Roger's eyes. He lunged forward, tugged at his collar, and brought him down into a heated kiss, his hands curling around his shirt. He pushed back in an attempt to catch his stolen breath and looked at the smaller boy, lust darkening his blue gaze as the two never lost touch with each other.

"You're kidding me. Now?" Brian asked exasperatedly, shocked at the drummer's change in attitude. He felt Roger's hands trail down his spine, teasingly drawing small circles on the small of his back. Roger flashed a grin, giggling softly.

"Mhmm...You know what I'm like at...times like this."

"God Roger, not here! We're at the damn studio and you wanted a break for this?"

"We've done it here before. Hell, you wanted it last time."

"That was when it was just you and me, not with Freddie and John in the room next door!"

"We'll be quiet...Who knows, they might get busy too." He replied with a saucy wink

He groaned again, knowing he wasn't getting anywhere once Roger got like this. Roger pushed his hips into Brian's side, his bulge pressing against him, making him feel a bit shocked at how hard he was, and his hands softly dragging across his inner thigh and up to his ass.

"Come on Bri," Roger whispered, "It'll be twenty minutes at the most."

Brian gritted his teeth, the feeling of his boyfriend's erection through his pants, his hands on the small of his back and gently kneading his ass, he could feel himself getting hard, taking notice of the growing tightness of his pants. "God...Dammit Roger!" He growled, fighting his growing arousal, "L-later. I'll do it at home. Fuck, I'll blow you if you don't...do...it...h-here." He said, his speech trailing off as Roger removed his hand from his lower back and slowly dragged it across his inner thigh once more, purposely missing his hardening cock.

"Oh but that's not at all what I want." He pulled him closer, "You're fighting a losing battle. The more you argue, the higher the chance is they'll hear you next door. I promise I'll keep quiet. Do I need to get you going?" He asked teasingly

His hands lazily moved up to his bulge, a small smirk forming on his face as Brian's breath hitched in his throat. He took the zipper of his pants in between his thumb and index finger and tugged it down. "There's no need to get fully undressed, I know what I want."

Roger used his free hand to pull him back into the heated kiss they'd shared for the brief few seconds, a soft moan escaping his mouth as Brian responded, though not as eager as he was. Teeth snapped against each other as their tongues fought for control, Roger quickly gaining the upper hand due to Brian's unwavering reluctance to the situation.

"Please..Not now." Brian added breathlessly after pulling away.

"Come on love, you obviously want it." He replied, his gaze flicking down to his crotch

Brian tried to fight the growing lust and arousal within him, yet his boyfriend's nimble fingers around his hardening cock were making him rapidly lose his nerves. Roger tugged his pants down in an instant, Brian sighing in relieve once the restraint of them had been removed. Brian tried to focus on anything besides Roger's fingers trailing lightly down his covered length, forcing him to grit his teeth in order not to moan.

Roger looked up and quickly saw the tension in his lover's face along with the ill-hidden lust in his hazel gaze. He slipped his hand under the hem of his garments, "Come on Bri, you certainly want it now." He began, gently moving his hand down to the base of his erect cock, Brian's breath hitching in his throat.

"Oh G-God Roger..." He moaned softly, "D-do something..."

"Gladly."

He brought him over to the nearby couch and pushed him onto it, Brian sinking into the soft cushion beneath him. Roger got down on his knees and pulled down his boxers just enough to free his proud erection. He laid his hand on his upper leg and curled his other hand around his length, a sound of need escaping from the guitarist's slightly parted lips.

"H-hurry up..." He breathed out

Roger chuckled, "A few minutes ago you were begging me to stop. Shall I go on? Or are you sure you want to wait till later on?"

The older boy groaned softly and looked over with desperate eyes. Roger had already started this and although he had been reluctant to doing this earlier, he was damn sure he wanted this now. Roger quickly got the message and obliged, placing a firm grip with his other hand on his waist. He licked an agonizingly slow line along his length, a sudden gasp coming from Brian as he flicked his tongue across the sensitive head of his aching cock. He closed his mouth around the tip, spinning a leisure circle around it. He firmly sealed his mouth around it before he started to suck.

All Brian could do was let out a satisfied sigh after he did so, his eyes remaining shut as he became wrapped up in Roger's act of giving head, the fears of being heard growing dimmer with each passing second. Although he tried to keep himself quiet, Roger had no intent of doing so, the explicit sucking noises he emitted filling the room around them. He tightened his grip on the cushions beneath him as he took another inch into his mouth, a low moan escaping from him as well. He caught a sly smirk from Roger as he glanced down, quickly averting his gaze from the erotic sight beneath him. A shiver ran down his spine as he threw his head back and shut his eyes tightly while Roger continued his masterful act of giving head. Despite the amount of times Roger had done this, he'd never ceased to surprise him. Always finding new ways to tease him, finding a way to make him submissive for those minutes he had him down his throat.

He exhaled shakily, barely able to conclude that he'd lost control of his movements. He was able to writhe fervently only when Roger repositioned his hands or else he would scratch his nails across the fabric of the couch beneath him. And yet, he didn't mind when Roger took control during this, since he never had any idea what he should do. Roger never complained, so he did whatever Roger allowed him to do and what he was able to do himself.

He inhaled sharply as Roger stopped teasing him and took him completely down his throat, letting out a loud moan when he did so. Always managing to forget his lover's amazing control of his gag-reflex, he lost the last bit of control he'd had and released his grip on the cushions beneath him and entangled them in his boyfriend's blonde tresses. He ignored the volume of his gasps and moans, focusing on only what Roger decided to do to him.

And as usual, Roger relished his task of blowing the older man. Though he'd lived the fantasy of having Brian do the same to him at the same time, he'd never stray away from the opportunity. His excitement only grew once Brian began tugging at his hair again, amazed that this small thing Brian did made him harder, if possible. His jeans were becoming extremely tight around him, and knowing full well what he wanted, he didn't want to wait. He slowed down a bit, teasing his length with short licks. He removed his hand from Brian's waist, and quickly undid his fly and tugged his jeans down as much as he could with one hand. He heard Brian emit a quiet whine and returned his hand to his waist, only removing them to help remove his jeans.

Quickly returning to his victim after tossing his jeans to the farthest corner of the room, Roger placed his hand back on Brian's waist, yet knew he wouldn't be there long. Brian had fully given up, his short breaths filling the room as he continued to pull at his hair and keep him in place with a firm grip. Roger perked up when he heard Brian begin to choke out some unintelligible murmurs. Once he heard something about 'being so damn close...' Roger pulled off of his throbbing cock, earning a more than displeased cry from Brian, who was trying to push him back down onto his length.

"Sorry love, you know I never mind finishing you off. However, as I said, I want more than that." Roger told him as Brian struggled to catch his breath

"P-please Rog...I'm so d-damn close!" He sputtered out

"How about something better?" He jeered, joining him on the couch and running his hand across his pile of curls.

Brian glanced over at him, Roger taking notice of the animal-like lust that darkened his eyes. He took hold of his shoulders and pinned him down to the couch beneath him. Roger let out a quiet moan as he felt Brian's slender fingers trail down his bare side, across his stomach, and down to the hem of his underwear, glad that he'd worn nothing but the outer shirt. He gasped as Brian shoved his hand down his underwear and stroked his fully erect cock.

He let out a breathy sigh as Brian pulled down his garment and tossed it aside. Roger glanced up at him with pleading eyes, knowing just how long he'd been suffering for. Brian had had some type of relief and in a much shorter amount of time. Roger, however, had been in this state of arousal for over an hour, being teased by Brian's movements out in the recording area and unable to do anything about his then uncomfortable erection. Now that he was finally underneath him with barely anything on, he could hardly wait to have the older man inside of him.

"P-please...Bri...I-" He began, only to be cut off with Brian penetrating him, letting out a soft moan after.

Brian sighed in relief as he finally entered him, yet felt Roger tense up due to the lack of preparation. Despite his powerful lust to continue, he paused and waited for Roger to feel comfortable with moving on. He instead trailed his lips along the side of his neck and down to his collarbone, gently sucking the skin.

Roger quickly took the sign and tried to relax his body. He'd wanted this for what felt like forever, despite it only being an hour, and couldn't bare to wait any more for Brian to really get going. He looked into Brian's hazel eyes. Despite the dark shadow of lust and arousal that swarmed within them, he could see the protection in them too, telling him that he'd wait till he felt comfortable before he'd move on. He nodded almost invisibly, Brian pushing himself deeper and Roger let out a long sigh as he felt his body relax.

"Hmm...Like that." Roger said to him, Brian finally taking the upper hand and began to thrust into his boyfriend, evoking needy sounds from him quite quickly. He groaned loudly as he felt his tight ass around his aching cock. He continued to rock his hips forward, Roger's quiet moans turning into loud gasps and cries of pleasure quite quickly as he continued to thrust slowly into the drummer's body.

"F-faster...H-harder...S-something!" Roger begged, frantically clawing at the couch

"Patience love." He replied, placing a chaste kiss on the side of his neck

He continued to thrust into him, going deeper with each one. Roger raked his nails across his covered back, tugging quite viciously at his shirt as well. His cries filled the room around them as Roger felt the indistinguishable shivers of pain and pleasure run down his spine. He tried to put some of his focus back onto breathing, which seemed rather difficult as he felt Brian go deeper into him, pulling a low moan from him. His back arched as he dug his nails into his shirt as Brian hit his sweet spot for the first time, letting out a loud cry in the process.

"Ah fuck! R-right there!" He shouted shakily

He let out a frustrated groan once Brian obeyed to his earlier pleads and really began pounding into him. He wrapped his arms tighter around his lover's smaller back and shut his eyes tightly, feeling the pain ebb away and be replaced with pure pleasure as he felt his hard length continue to slide in and out of him, continually slamming into his prostate. He'd completely forgot his earlier promise of being quiet, and knew Brian had completely lost all care as well as he continued to let out low moans that brushed against his shoulders and neck. He cried out helplessly, clinging to Brian as he continued to please both himself and his lover.

...

"How much longer do we have of this break?" John asked, quietly plucking some random tunes off of his bass.

"Not too sure." Freddie replied quickly, completely caught up in his work in front of him as he scribbled the new words that fell into his thoughts.

"What're you so focused on? You've been hovering over that paper for the past twelve minutes!" Freddie vaguely heard his boyfriend ask again as he shuffled over to where he was sitting.

"A new song. Quite an interesting one at that."

"Great, just what we need. We still have to finish mine, Brian's, and your's and I betcha Roger's got one up at the flat. We've finished two of them and how do you expect us to be able to finish all of these?"

"Relax John," Freddie said with a smirk, putting his pen down and looking up at his stressed lover, "We'll be fine."

Freddie leaned back onto the chair and laid his hands behind his back. "You're telling me to calm down. You were shouting at them earlier!" John argued

"Ooh, look who's getting feisty! You're such a quiet person when they're around, yet when it's you and me, you get all loud. Not just in public." He jeered, John's face paling a bit at the comment.

"Guess I must have rubbed off on you." Freddie told him, getting up and abandoning his work. He ruffled John's shortened hair and grinned softly, "God I love you." He whispered, John flashing a soft smile at him.

"I love you too, but, honestly, how much longer before we can work?"

Freddie let out a small laugh, patting John's back and replying, "God, even with me at your side you're still too innocent. You can't hear them back there?"

"What on earth could they...Oh."

"Ah, finally dawned onto you?" He asked, "Roger could've told me he needed Brian to screw him and I would've understood. I'll give them credit, they seem to do a good job. Whatever Brian's doing in there must be good too."

John finally took notice of the noises coming from the back room and blushed heavily. Good God, I don't even want to know what they've done. Freddie handed him a small cup of tea and laid back on the nearby couch, Freddie quickly joining him with his own. John remained silent, not wanting to say anything that would provoke any sort of dirty comment from Freddie. Yet, he didn't even have to say anything, another loud cry from the back room doing it for him.

"G-God Brian! H-Harder!" Roger cried

Freddie chuckled, covering his teeth with his hand. He placed the cup down beside him and laid a hand on John's shoulder. "God Roger's loud, isn't he?" He grinned when John looked down at his own drink, "Don't act so innocent dear, you've been quite noisy too."

"Freddie please!" He groaned, not wanting to be reminded of his previous actions.

"Quite the beggar you are once you're drunk. Anyway, you're the one who asked about them."

"I asked how much longer, not about how loud Roger is when Brian fucks him!"

"There it is! I love it when you get like this."

"Don't you get any ideas." He replied, crossing his arms over his lap to prevent him from going further.

"Don't worry Deaky, you did plenty of that last night. God you were desperate."

Freddie smirked once again as the already present blush on his lover's face darkened. He gently kissed his cheek and whispered, "You know I love you."

Freddie relaxed once he saw his boyfriend smile again and laughed, " And by the way it sounds from back there, I don't think there's much left of the break."

...

Roger panted heavily as Brian crashed down into him, once again slamming into his sweet spot. He felt his climax build up rapidly within him, causing his breath to quicken to a short pant. Yet, despite his closeness, he could tell Brian was closer. His loud groans, the tension in his face, and his erratic pounding into him told him this. He let out a small whine as he felt Brian slow down. He knew exactly what Brian was doing. He despised finishing first when he was on top and would always finish second. But him slowing down only slowed his own climax.

"D-don't slow d-down. Agh! F-fuck, f-faster." He pleaded

Brian responded, quickly resuming his pace from a few moments ago. He tried to slow his pace to avoid finishing first, yet he'd lost control of his body, letting his lust take over as he continued to slam into him, once again sending bolts of pleasure through his body.

"F-fuck you feel so good a-around me." He whispered into his ear as Roger felt his grip tighten on his waist

Roger couldn't respond, the haze of pleasure taking over once more. He pushed his hips up into Brian as his movements grew shorter, only able to buck up into him. He knew how close Brian was, he could just sense it from the tension in the room. No matter how much Brian hated finishing first, he knew that's what was going to happen, one way or another. And Roger knew exactly how to do so.

"B-Brian, d-don't hold ba-ack. C-cum for me..." He stuttered out

He heard Brian gasp suddenly and wrap his arms tightly around his skinny frame, delivering one final thrust before he came deep inside of him, filling him up with his hot liquid. Brian buried his face into his the side of his neck and let out a low moan against it. The feeling of his hot breath against his neck and how it felt to have him finish inside of him sent Roger over the edge as well, evoking a loud moan as he came onto Brian's covered chest, his grip tightening on his shirt. He collapsed onto the couch beneath him, Brian's body doing the same as he released his grip on the guitarist and draped his arms across the couch. Roger felt Brian's breath slow, telling him that he was starting to drift off. He groaned as he shook his side. No matter how tired the two of the were, let's face it, Roger wanted nothing more than to fall asleep after his own exhausting orgasm, he and Brian had to return to the rest of the band.

"Come on B-Bri. We've gotta finish the song." He whispered

"L-later..." He breathed out

"Sorry, we'll sleep later. Come on." He replied, pushing with the remaining strength he had to get the taller boy off of him.

Brian groaned softly as he sat up, running his hand through his hair. He looked over at Roger, who looked much happier than he had when they started. With his slightly flushed face, sweaty chest, and that healthy sparkle in his eyes, Brian couldn't resist a a smile. He felt a small feeling of shame pass by once the memory that he'd finished first crossed his thoughts.

"Dammit...I'm sorry Rog."

"Don't you dare." Roger replied, knowing what he was talking about, "That's exactly what I wanted you to do. Why else do you think I blew you first this time?"

"But, I'm meant to-" Brian began

"Don't start. You did fantastic. You always managed to satisfy me and I do the same to you. Don't ever feel bad." He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"I love you." He said quietly, earning the same from Brian.

He separated from Brian and looked down, biting his lip to hold back a laugh as Brian glanced down, taking notice of what Roger had left for him after his climax.

"Oh great...What am I supposed to do? Go out there with your sperm stuck on my shirt or just go out there without a shirt at all?" Brian groaned

"While I wouldn't mind it, just turn it inside out. What a wonderful choice wearing black today." Roger teased

Brian removed his shirt and did as Roger had suggested, only after wiping most of it off. He threw it back on and joined Roger, now fully clothed, at the door. He heard the familiar click of it being unlocked as he walked ahead of him, dreading the reactions of Freddie and John.

"Ah! There are the two lovebirds!" Freddie called from his seat, placing the sheets of paper and pen onto the table.

"Oh God..." Roger sighed

"You said that quite a lot back there from what we heard." Freddie said, grinning manically

"You heard?" Brian asked

"Heard? I bet our neighbors back at the flat heard you two." John remarked

"Or at least heard Roger. Reminds me of John, just with a higher scream."

"Don't you start!" John shouted

"First of all, it's not like you two haven't heard us before-" Freddie began

"Yeah, you're not exactly quiet Mercury." Brian replied, trying to get back at their frontman

"Not one bit. Plus, I'm guessing there's something visible on the inside of your shirt Bri." He said, gladly shooting down Brian's attempt to embarrass him and to embarrass him instead. "Second of all, you're 'alone time' gave me some nice inspiration for a song."

"How'd that give you a song?" John asked

"Well, it inspired it. I managed to take a key phrase from what you said last night Deaky."

He handed Brian the sheets of paper that he'd scribbled down his latest song idea on. He watched John join the couple and smirked as he watched their stunned reactions as they read the quite vulgar song he'd come up with in the past few minutes, hoping they'd be able to read it with how fast he'd been writing.

"Good God Freddie!" Brian exclaimed and looked up at him with pure shock, "We...We can't possibly record this!"

"I beg to differ."

"I think it's quite good." Roger said

"But, it's way to sexual!" Brian retorted

Freddie grinned as he saw his boyfriend stay utterly silent as he tugged at his collar and blushed heavily. "I decided to use a few lines I've heard from you guys in the past, and I'm quite guilty for saying one of em too, but John's not innocent either. Bet you'll never guess which one he said." Hungry little guy last night. "Why not make it though? Be a nice surprise to the fans. Might get a new crowd paying attention to us too. Also, it's not like we'd be the first band to write a filthy little tune. You've heard Zeppelin's Lemon Song!"

"Go for it! I like it."

"Oh why not..." John whispered

"There, three against one. For such a wonderful song, I've come up with a similar title. Gentlemen, I present to you Get Down, Make Love."