John walked off the stage first. He never liked big crowds, especially if he had to present something or now - perform.

At first his legs felt like jelly when he got on the stage, then his adrenaline kicked in and he forgot all of his insecurities for the moment.
But now, as the show was over, he was feeling unsure again.

Did he look okay?
Was it okay that he was standing in the background almost all the time?
His play was okay. Or was it?

I had fun, he had to admit. Sometimes these thoughts just creep up, and he knew they were not necessary most of the time.

The bassist gave his bass guitar to some backstage guy and let another one throw a bathrobe on him.
Suddenly he felt an arm wrapping around his waist and turning him around.

"You were great, Deaky!" Roger said against his lips before giving him a big, fat smooch.

"I couldn't keep my eyes off you the whole show." He continued and pressed his hips against John's, so he could feel his rock hard boner.

John had to smile. His mood got better immediately after seeing his boyfriend, even though the drummer was sweaty and a little bit too pushy.

"Rog, we're not even off the stage."

"We can change that!"

Roger took John's hand and started to run to their changing room, passing Freddie and Brian and the backstage workers.
They all rolled their eyes and let out an annoyed sigh because they knew what was happening in a few moments.

The couple almost tripped over a bunch of wires, but didn't care and kept hurrying to the room, where they were unbothered.

Roger slammed the door open and playfully pushed John in, before locking the door. John laughed and pulled his bathrobe off. He laid himself onto the sofa, which was standing in the right rear coner of the room.
As he was spreading his legs, Roger slowly approached him.
His hair was wet, his arms and chest were shiny because of his sweat and he wasn't wearing a shirt anymore - Roger had pulled it off on the stage and probably left it there.

"I love watching you play, you know?" Roger whispered, kneeling on the floor between his boyfriends legs, pushing them further apart.

He then proceeded to open up John's silky blouse so slowly that it was painfully teasing.

"When you're all concentrated... And having a good time..."

Roger's hot fingers slid around John's small waist as he kissed his navel and upwards.

"When you're dancing and I can see the outline of your dick." He gave John's crotch a firm squeeze.

"You're so fucking delicate." Roger sighed between the kisses he was still leaving on Deakys stomach.

The bassist watched Roger's actions. He bit his lip in order to surpress his heavy breath.
John's hand rested on the back of his boyfriends head and gently pushed him to keep kissing his chest.
The drummer loved to follow John's unspoken wish and placed three fast kisses on his breast bone before leaving a love mark there, too.

The slight pain and the arousing sight of Roger made Deaky forget about trying to be quiet - a loud moan escaped from the depth of his throat.
The drummer jumped by the sudden noise from Deaky but chuckled by the thought of making his boyfriend moan just by giving him a hickey.

"Am I this good?" He teasingly said.

John began to blush.

"Shut up. You got a fucking boner just from watching me, so don't mock me!" He snapped.

"It's not my fault that you're so goddamn hot."

He started to lick a sharp line across his collarbone, to his neck and Johns lips and placed his own on them.
Both found a slow rhythm of movements and eventually opened their mouths wider to explore each other.
Soon the room was filled with quiet kissing sounds and some moans from both of them in between.

When Roger pulled away from his boyfriend, he gazed to the bassists dick and started to fiddle at his high waisted, also silky, flared trousers.
The trousers were strained by John's steadily hardening member.

Because the drummer wasn't able to open them at the first time, his hands often touched John's dick, giving the rather sensitive bass player goose bumps.
Finally, Roger succeeded in opening the trousers and hungrily pulled them down.

"Um..." He started and his face flushed red. "You're... Not wearing underwear?"

"I never do when wearing silk. People would see my knickers through."

Roger was still surprised to have John's dick in his face suddenly.
Not that he had a problem with it.

He grabbed it and squeezed it slightly. The blonde pumped his hand up and down while looking into Deakys eyes, which started to tear up.
John unwillingly pressed his legs together, held one hand upon his mouth and furrowed his brows.
He whimpered quietly and took Roger's hand with his free one.

"My God..." The brunette moaned and squeezed his boyfriends hand.

He was as hard as Roger by now.

When Roger brought his thumb into the game - he gently rubbed the tip of Deakys cock with it - John's legs started shaking heavily.

"Just fuck me already!" He cried out with his head thrown back.

Then a loud groan was heard as Roger actually stopped wanking the bassist.
He told John to turn around and show him his 'beautiful arse'.
John's head and arms were now resting on the arms rest of the sofa while he was on his knees and sticking his bum out.

"My perfect little Deaky." Roger smiled.

He got behind his significant other and kissed his lower back, then pulled his own pants down.
The blonde spat in his hand and gently rubbed Johns entrance with it - as a substitute for lube.
Just as Roger wanted to start opening up his boyfriend, John whimpered:

"You don't need to finger me. Take me like this, I - I can't wait anymore..."

This sentence made Roger cock throb. He gave himself a few strokes and placed his tip at John's entrance.
The drummer pushed into John's hot insides all at once and made him moan so loudly with it, that anyone behind the door must have heard the bassist.
He let out a raspy groan himself.
Roger didn't move for a few seconds in order to keep himself from comming.

"Deaky, you're so fucking tight. I love it!" He breathed into John's ear and kissed his shoulders.

Roger felt as John's walls clenched around him. He pulled out a few centimeters before slamming right back in.
The bassist moaned loud and shuddered. His shaking hand reached back to grab Roger's bare arse.
Roger trusted into him, rather gently at first but increased his speed and force with time.
John cried out in pleasure everytime Roger pushed his dick back in, with his boyfriend joining him with surpressed groans.

Roger kept hitting his prostate, which made John feel nothing except pleasure - he literally saw stars.
His nails dug into the drummers bum and the other hands grip into one of the pillows was so hard that his knuckles went white.

"Shit!" Roger pressed between his teeth as he felt the pain.

To get revenge, he grabbed most of John's long hair and pulled it so hard that his head was torn back as well.
John let out a mixture of a moan and loud whimper. A big drop of pre cum fell from his pulsating cock.
Roger felt that John was close to orgasming and pulled himself almost completely out. He then pushed back in so forcefully onto his sweet spot, that John was nearly falling from the sofa.
His boyfriend screamed in pleasure as he came, shivering and onto one of the cream colored pillows.

It only took a few more thrusts from Roger to get close too.
When he started to feel his stomach tense up, Roger pulled out and let his load land all over John's narrow back.

"Shit!" He moaned again, as he dropped on his back.

"God, you're incredible!" John said, his breathing was still heavy.

He stood up to get some tissues to clean up the mess they made.
It was harder than John had thought to get all of his cum off the pillow.

"The staff will be bothering about it." Roger laughed as he watched his boyfriend desperately trying to rub the sperm off.

"C'mere, babe. Let me clean your back."

John gave Roger the tissue package. The drummer took one out and opened it up. He quickly started to wipe away his cum after John removed his long hair by taking it to the front.
As the couple sat on the couch they heard some rattling on the door and a whisper-yelling Freddie.

"Brian! Be careful!"

And after a few more moments:

"I think they're finally done."