This is my favourite. I just think its hilarious 😂

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"Oh my god! What the hell is your fucking problem, Roger?" John shouted.

His voice was quivering, his hands clenched and his cheeks red. Roger never saw him as furious as he was right now.
The drummer was deeply scared but just as angry as John was.

"You, you dickhead!"

"I didn't even do anything! Or is it suddenly MY fault that YOU sat down on my package?"

Roger sighed and looked away. He technically knew that his boyfriend was right.

"My new bass guitar was in it, you fucking bastard! It broke in two halfs!" John held the broken guitar pieces up.

"Well, you shouldn't have left it there." Roger tried to excuse himself.

John glared at him and his grip got so tight that his knuckles turned white. He counted to ten in his head, trying to calm himself down.
It didn't work.

"You know what I really can't deal with your stupidity right now - just stop talking to me!"

Roger thought of something to say that would maybe calm John down.

"Make me."

The bassist stared at him in disbelieve. Did Roger just really say this? A lot of various swear words flooded his mind.

"The only way I'll make you stop talking at the moment is by murdering you! My fucking package laid on the ground! You. Sat. On. It." The bassist slammed the pieces on the table. "I think it's the best if I just leave."

Freddie and Brian were seriously scared as they watched John storming out of the room. The singers eyes were wide as he held onto Brian's arm.

"And don't you dare to come home tonight!"

John slammed the door, making everyone in the room wince. Brian reached over the table to inspect the broken bass after a few moments of pure silence had passed.

"You definitely fucked up. It's an expensive one." He said. "He's going to kill you sooner or later."

"Did you really think that 'Make me.' would calm him down? I would have cringed if I hadn't been so scared." Freddie laughed.

The guitarists dark eyes looked at Roger worried and also kind of amused.
Roger rolled his eyes. He pulled a cigarette and a lighter out of his back pocket and lit it.
He deeply inhaled the smoke before he sat down next to Freddie and leant on his shoulder.

"I think he's overreacting." Roger pouted and chewed on the filter.

Freddie started to pet his hair.

"What song do you want to be played on your funeral?"

***

Despite John's threat to not come home today, Roger later arrived at their apartment. He could already hear 'I'm not in love' blasting inside the flat.

Asshole, Roger thought and when he unlocked the door the song got twice as loud.

The drummer quietly said "Hello?" and opened it unbearably slow.
He stepped in and tiptoed through the hallway - to not wake the beast.
Roger threw his jacket over the brown armchair and began to search the flat for his boyfriend.

He went to the bedroom first - no John. Just a few tear-wet tissues and his pants.
John also wasn't in the kitchen. The only suspicious thing was a cold cup of coffee standing on the edge of the counter.
The bathroom wasn't occupied either.
Now only the living room was left.

But Roger was alone in this room.
When he looked around he noticed the open balcony door.
He approached it.

Roger lurked through the small gap and saw John smoking a cigarette with a big frown on his forehead.
He only wore his white shirt and underwear and his feet, in yellow socks, laid on the white plastic table.

The drummer opened the door farther and joined John on the balcony.
It was hot but the constant soft breeze made it a mild day.

John winced in surprise but ignored Roger nevertheless.
Even when Roger sat next to him and placed his hand on his calve, he didn't even bother looking at him.

"John..." Roger whispered.

But the bassist still acted like he wasn't there.
John dragged the last bit of his cig and pushed it out. He snipped the butt over the railing.

"I love you."

John pulled his legs away.

"I still love you." Roger repeated a few seconds later.

"I still love you."

John turned his head in the opposite direction where his boyfriend was sitting. Roger then kneeled down right before him and put his chin on the brunettes knees.

"I still lo-"

"Yeah, I think I got it now." John pouted and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

Roger forced John to look at him by grabbing his jaw.
He pulled his face down and - to the drummers surprise - John didn't refuse.
They gave each other a short kiss before John started pouting again.

"Can I make it a little bit better?" Roger grinned and slowly undid the first buttons of the shirt.

A few moments later, the white fabric tangled around John's arms and got Roger a good view of his boyfriends chest to stomach.
He saw that John's heart was pounding fast.
Because he didn't say anything, Roger took it like John wasn't opposed to a small apology.

The blonde started to trace the narrow line of hair from John's bellybutton to the rim of his knickers.
John forced himself to keep his breathing down and not to grab Roger's head. He instead wrapped his fingers around the armrest of his chair.
Deaky tried to act like Roger's actions had no impact on him.

Roger teased him with more kisses on his lower stomach while his hands slowly pulled John's pants down to his ankles.
He kissed around John's private area on his thighs and V-line, being careful not to touch his important parts.

The drummer felt John's stomach tensing up  because he still tried to breath normally.
He pushed his boyfriends legs apart and brushed his lips against John's inner thighs.

Suddenly, John couldn't hold in anymore and inhaled sharply.
His grip around the arm rests tightened while Roger very slowly kissed from John's inner knee up to his crotch, where he could feel his boyfriends dick hardening against his cheek.

Roger went over to the other leg and did the same.
The brunettes legs were shuddering every once in a while as he wrapped them around Roger's torso and pulling him closer.
The drummer grinned against the soft skin and teasingly bit it.

A quiet moan escaped John's lips.
It left a small red mark appeared on the skin. Roger went along the thigh and bit John a second time, directly next to his balls.
Again, a small moan from the bassist, who now also curled his toes.

Roger caressed his partners testicles by kissing them, too.
John's cock was absolutely hard now but the drummer still wouldn't suck it and instead out his hands on John's ass to pull him to the edge of the chair.

"For gods sake, Roger..." John whispered breathless, his voice still a little angry.

"I'll blow you if you give me another kiss." Roger said and put on a dirty grin.

John furrowed his brows and eventually bend down to give in on his boyfriends wish. The drummer gently laid his hands on John's neck and slipped his tongue inside his mouth.
John kissed Roger only reluctantly back.

Roger had a way of kissing really slow, deep and kind of wet, but still giving John butterflies with it.
He moaned against the drummer lips when his shirt brushed against John's throbbing hard cock.

Deaky pulled away from the kiss and looked at Roger, waiting.

"You know I didn't had to kiss you. It was just a favor." John said, but the way he tried to hide his smile made it sure that he actually wasn't actually that mad anymore.

Roger ignored him and licked his lips before he traced John's member with his tongue and then doing the same again but this time with kisses.
The brunette surpressed his moans as he realized that they were in fact still on the balcony.

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Some notes I wrote down (lmao):
J: I hate you.
R: You don't hate this mouth though.
=>DT