Roger was pissed today because they filmed the music video for their song Liar.
The music video was in concert style, so they improvised in what to do on stage.
There was nothing wrong with that, but one part of the song really fucked him up.

It was the part in Liar, in which John leant in on Freddie over and over to sing in the same microphone.
There had been such a thick sexual tension between the two band members, that you would've been able to cut it with a knife.

And that John had had a few one night stands with Freddie before he and Roger startet a relationship, wasn't really helping.

Roger had been watching everything from his drum platform and had a hard time keeping up with the rhythm because of his jealousy.
He really was extremely jealous and didn't bother hiding it.

John and Roger didn't talk much on their way home. It was unusual, as Roger loved to talk with John, but the bassist didn't mind not talking for once.
He preferred silence anyway.
What bothered him nevertheless, was that his boyfriend seemed to be grumpy.

"Everthing okay?" John asked.

And after a while Roger replied:

"Sure."

The way he said it was very sarcastic and John didn't want to put up with it, so he kept quiet after that.
Roger kept on staring on the driveway and tightend his grip on the steering wheel, so that his knuckles got lighter.

Later, the couple arrived at their shared apartment.
Roger kicked off his sparkly shoes and John did the same with his brown plateau boots. He neatly placed them in the corner, but Roger just went straight into the bedroom.

"Can you put your shoes in the right position for once, Rog?" John said loudly.

Roger didn't answer, but came back to tidy up his footwear silently, put on a fake smile and went away again.
John tried to kiss him on the cheek but Roger was to fast, so he missed him.
Now, the brunette was slowly getting unpatient and angry.

"What the hell is wrong with you today?" He yelled and followed Roger.

The drummer was getting undressed but stopped to turn around. He threw his shirt on the bed and shifted closer to John.

"What the hell is wrong with me? You flirted with Freddie today!"

"I did what?" John stressed.

"Oh, come on. Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. You were close to getting on your knees and sucking his dick!"

Finally John got what Roger was talking about. He didn't think it would bother him so much, when he leant on Freddie on the stage.

"Shut up. You know that we're just friends!"

The drummer laughed with sarcasm. He angrily opened his shirt. Even though he decided not to talk to John this evening from here, his body had a different plan.

"Yeah, friends that fucked with each other. Do 'friends' do this?"

To demonstrate, he stood behind John, pressed his chest against his back and whispered "All day long!" a few times.
His hands rested on John's hips even though Roger knew that this didn't happen, as John had to hold his bass guitar.

The roughness of his boyfriends voice right next to John's ears gave him goose bumps and feel that special pecking in his crotch.
He laid his hands on Roger's and turned his head to reach his lips.

Roger felt that John was getting aroused by his little actions.
To be honest, he was too.
The drummer kissed John, though he was angry.

John turned around so that he was in a more comfortable position and laid his hand on Roger's neck.
He pushed his tongue into his boyfriends mouth and deepened the kiss.
It was an angry kiss from Roger's side and a more gentle from John's.
Roger bit the bassists lip harder than usual and soon they started to taste the iron of the blood.

John moaned at the burning pain in his mouth and felt his pants getting tight. The fabric of his boyfriends trousers was also already strained, so he went ahead to open them up.
Roger's hands ran up and down on John's sides, while they still kept kissing.

Suddenly, John pulled away.
The blonde was confused for a moment but then he saw that John was simply undressing.
He pulled his shirt above his head and threw it carelessly on the floor. Then, John slowly took his trousers and his knickers off, so that he was now standing naked and with a boner in front of Roger.

The drummers member was immediately hard at that sight and longing for that plump butt of Johns.
The brunette approached Roger again and pressed his in goosebumps covered body against his boyfriends.
For a while, the two just stood there, hugging.
Until Roger started to kiss his way from John's shoulder, across his neck to his jaw. He then placed a kiss on the bassists cheek and a final one on his mouth.

"Get on the bed." The drummer demanded and John willingly obeyed.

He clumsily crawled on the bed and laid himself on the back. His arms were angled so that he was leaning on his elbows.
Johns knees touched, but he opened his legs teasingly.

Roger hungrily pulled his own pants, knickers and shirt off and joined his boyfriend on the bed.
He got between his legs and put his full weight on John, who moaned at their touching dicks and the pressure on him.
Roger kissed him agressively before he grabbed John by his hips and rolled over, making the bassist sit on him now.

"I want you to make up for what you did earlier." His left hand slid behind to knead one of John's arsecheeks while he gently pushed two fingers inside his boyfriends mouth.

John nodded and stared wetting Roger's finger by licking and sucking on them. He looked Roger in the eyes, in which he could see pure arousal.
His tongue slid between the fingers and he released them with a pop.
Drool was running down Rogers palm, but it was incredibly hot.

The drummer now rubbed Johns entrance with his wet fingers and quickly pushed one in.
John whimpered loudly and held on to Roger's shoulders.

"Fuck!"

Roger moved his finger in a circle and pushed it deeper in and out until he felt like John was ready for more.
He then added a second finger, earning yet another moan from his boyfriend.
Roger was able to go deep enough to touch John's prostate, but he didn't want to reward him yet.

John moaned and cried out when the blonde moved his fingers in the slightest way, as he was very sensitive.
His dick had gotten even harder and brushed against Roger's equally hard one, everytime he unintentionally ground against his touches.

Now Roger thought that John could easily take him, even though he was still a little tight.
But that was going to be his 'punishment'.
He pulled his fingers out and told Deaky to lift his hips so he could fuck him.

John did as he was told, he was already longing for Roger's cock and lowered himself onto it when his boyfriend put it in the right position.
He wanted to take it slow, since Roger didn't prepped him enough to make it quick.

But the drummer grabbed John's hips and fastened the process by pushing him down. John gasped at the sudden pain and felt his eyes tear up.

"That... Was a little too hard, Roger..." The words almost got stuck in his throat.

"Fuck! I'm so sorry!" Roger said and meant it. He pet Johns hip with his thumb to make a little bit of it up.

"Don't worry, we should just... Take it a little slower for now."

John began to roll his hips back and forth in a very slow rhythm but still managed to get Roger's breathing heavy.
When the pain was over, Deaky started to increase his speed.
He moaned quietly and tightened his grip on his boyfriends shoulders again.

Roger watched his boyfriend getting flustered and loll on his lap. His hands still rested on John's hips and put pressure on them.
John tried to surpress his moans and started circling his hips on the drummers cock. Roger felt his heart rate increasing and dick twitch at this sight.

John's hair fell in his flushed face and when he threw his head back, some strands sticked on it because of the freshly formed sweat.
He lifted his hips so far up that only the head of Rogers dick was in him and then bounced down again.

"Please..." Roger moaned and immediately realized that he should actually be in control.

While John's bounced up and down his boyfriends cock and had finally given up on being quiet, Roger tightened his grips on John's hips and rolled over.
Now, Deaky was laying underneath him and panting heavily.

"Roger." He whispered and kissed him.

But quickly Roger pulled away from his lips and also his dick out of John, leaving a cold emptyness.

"No, God, I need you right now." The brunette desperately said and tried to wrap his legs around Roger.

But the drummer pinned them down.

"I want to see nothing except your perfect ass. Turn around."

John did what his boyfriend wanted and waited inpatiently for him to finally fuck him.
Roger smiled and placed his dick on John's hole, but didn't enter yet.

"Please... Roger..." John whimpered.

He was so in need to be fucked by Roger that his eyes teared up.

"What should I do?" The drummer asked, bend forward and kissed along John's spine.

John shuddered and couldn't bring a word out at first.

"I want you to fuck me." He then quietly said.

"Oh, I know. But I'm still mad at you."

Roger pushed in slowly and made John cry in pleasure.
He pulled out and violently forced himself back in. The blonde hit John's prostate hardly, which resulted John's mind going blank and his jaw falling open.

"I bet Freddie can't make you feel this way!" Roger groaned and kept thrusting into the bass player.

"Fred-"

Another thrust right on his prostate cut John off.
He wrapped his arms around a pillow, squeezed it tightly and moaned into it.
John felt that he would come soon by the way his stomach tensed up.

Roger kept fucking John with high speed and force and made himself and his boyfriend almost come.
He hit John's sweet spot over and over drove him crazy with it.
The brunette was silent, he didn't moan anymore. His jaw just hang open with his eyes rolled back and his whole body was shaking.

"Rog, I'm close!" Was the only thing John got out.

"I don't allow you to come before I do."

The drummer used his thumb and index finger as some kind of cock ring and denied John's orgasm with it.
The bass player whimpered, he needed to come. He rocked his hips against Roger's thrusts.

"You're a fucking slut." Roger sighed and groaned at the same time.

He felt his cock twitching and lower stomach heat up. John kept bouncing his ass back and forth and it drove Roger insane.
It took only two more thrusts into John before the drummer loudly came deep into his boyfriends guts.

Roger panted and released John's dick, which immediately shot its load onto the fresh bedsheets.
That was probably the best orgasm John ever had - his whole body spasmed and then he just flopped down.

The drummer pulled his limp dick out, slapped John's Butt and laid next to him, who was still in the ecstasy of his release.
Roger kissed John's head and then played with his hair.

"I think we're even now."

After a while John was finally able to say anything.

"I can feel your cum dripping out."

Roger blushed and smiled.

"Deaky, who fucks you better? Freddie or me?" The drummer asked. He was actually self conscious.

"You're both good, I have to admit. But he never made me feel like you did a few minutes ago!"

Roger laughed.

"That's what I wanted to hear!"