This was originally published on my second account, so if you've read something similar, keep that in mind :)

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"What do you think about it?" John said and watched Roger with big eyes and a smug, when he handed him the rough lyrics of the song he was just writing on. Roger read it with smile until it grew into a frown.
After a few moment he finally answered.

"Well, I'm not sure if it's actually about a gun you're writing about..." He gave as an answer. His voice was quiet and a hint of anger was in it.

"Thats probably because it isn't." John said with a big grin and a slightly taunting stressing.

Roger face flushed red. If Johns text really wasn't about a gun, then it could only be about that one occasion the two had originally agreed to not talk about ever again. The drummer was suddenly filled with a mixture of emotions such as anger, embarrassment, and eager to show his boyfriend that the 'accident' wouldn't be happening again.

"But it isn't about-" He whispered while making sure Freddie didn't hear them.

"Oh, it sure as hell is!" John exclaimed while laughing. "These lyrics speak for themselves, Rog."

John patted Rogers bum and casually laid an arm around his waist. The singer, who sat across the room, was no longer reading in the magazine he was holding.
His attention was drawn to the almost-fighting couple.

"What lyrics?" Freddie now took part in the conversation and grabbed the piece of paper from Roger after he jumped up from the sofa and quickly made his way to the two.
He quickly read it. On Freddie's face grew a huge grin until he broke down in laughter.

"Oh my God, Roger! I never knew you had these kinds of problems!"

Roger angrily tear the paper out of the singers hand and slammed it on the table John was sitting on. The bassist winced at the sudden noise.
Rogers face was still red but John could hardly surpress his laughter.

"One. Time. And it was only because I was drunk!" Roger yelled. He crossed his arms and shot an angry look in Deakys direction.
"Why am I even telling you this?"

He stormed out of the living room, where the whole scene took place, into John's and his shared bedroom.

John had an amused expression on his face and smiled at Freddie, who was still snorting and almost throwing up because of how hard he was laughing.
Deaky stood up from the chair.

"I better follow him." He sighed. Then he went across the hallway to their bedroom. John softly knocked on the door.

"Where the fuck are my ear plugs?" Was the last thing John heard Freddie mumble.

"Rog? I'm sorry. I shouldn't have made fun of you, when I knew you are insecure about that one thing." The bassist quietly said to the door.

A few moments went by silently. John's heart was pounding - he didn't want his boyfriend to be mad at him.
He was almost tearing up when suddenly the door opened and the bassist was pulled in. He eventually was pressed against the wall.

"I am gonna show you that I can fuck you as long as I want to. I'll even last longer than you." Roger breathed into John's ear and kissed his jawline.

"Bet." The brunette replied and got goose bumps by the slight touch of Roger's lips.

He reached down to grab Roger crotch and give it a firm squeeze, which made him gasp and John giggle.
Meanwhile the drummer kissed John's neck and gave him soft love bites.
Roger opened the buttons of John's shirt and pulled it off.

Now his bare chest was exposed. Roger kissed his collarbones, his chest and every rib of his right side.
He slowly sank onto his knees, placing his lips on his navel on his way down to the rim of John's trousers.

John was very rushed to open up his belt and eventually his zip. Roger then finished his work by pulling down his trousers along with his knickers.
The bassist was already half hard and looked down at his boyfriend pleatingly, who already started to lick a line across his shaft.

John purred like a kitten and guided the head of his boyfriend to finally quit teasing and take it in his mouth.
Roger reached almost to the very end of his boyfriends dick. He hollowed his cheeks to create a vacuum, making John moan quite loudly.
The drummer forced himself to push even further down. He was almost choking and the sound was a little terrifying, but both of them were okay with it.

John accidentally banged his fist against the wall he was still leaning on and shouted Roger's name because it felt so good.

Freddie was already used to this kind of volume, so the two didn't mind screaming their lungs out. Also he had probably found his ear plugs by now and put them in.

John's aroused sounds were usually enough to let Roger's member harden too - just like this time. His trouser got really tight in the region of his crotch.
He pressed his tongue against the downside of John's dick and let it slide out slowly. John's legs begann to shiver and another loud groan escaped his lips.
At that moment Roger was worried if he really was going to last long enough.

The bassist looked the blonde in the eyes, his face was flushed and his eyes glazed. He pulled Roger up to shove his tongue down his throat and also slip his hands down his underwear.
He got a grip of Roger's quite big cock and stroked it a few times very firmly while sucking on a special spot behind his ears, he knew it drove his boyfriend insane.

His boyfriend replied to this with a heavy sigh and a whispered "Fuck, John."

John pulled his hand out quickly but kept on sucking on his neck. He eventually traced his jawline with kisses and finally placed one on his lips before he let go of Roger.

"Look away! I have something that's gonna make this a whole lot harder for you."

Even though Roger was extremely excited what John had got, he managed to turn around and stayed like this until John told him to look.
But he was also scared that it would make him come too easily. John already made it hard himself, but another factor?

When Roger was allowed to turn around, John stood there, with a lilac, lacey panty. It was rather tight, but that turned Roger on even more.

'Shit.' He thought.

The panty accentuated how skinny John was and he seemed quite uncomfortable in it. Of course Roger noticed and he tried to reassure him.

"I love it." He whispered and slowly stepped to John, who went to the other side of the room to change. John blushed and tried to hide his sticking out hipbones.

Roger went ahead to grab his waist and pull him closer, after gently pulling his hands away and kissing every knuckle individually. They shared a soft kiss. The drummer put a strand of hair behind John's ears.

"I can't believe you're mine, Deaky."

"And I can't belive you're mine." The brunette smiled. And put his hands on Rogers strong arms.
"But this is still a competition, so get down on that goddamn bed."

Roger did as said and grinned while John crawled over him and eventually kneeled on his lap, pulling Rogers shirt off.
He ground on his boyfriends crotch, visually pleasing both of them.
John had his eyes closed and his hands rested on Roger's stomach, who watched him rub his genitals against his own.
Deaky started to slow down to tease the drummer.

As he opened his eyes, he found the blonde staring at him. He had total bedroom eyes and a heavy breath.
The bassist decided to go further now. He completely stopped with his movements and instead slipped the panty to the side to finger himself.
But first he had to wet them. He licked and sucked on two his own fingers - the index and the middle finger- until the salvia was running down his palm, all while looking into Rogers eyes. The younger one occasionally rolled his hips in order to keep Roger as hard as he already was.

Roger was always fascinated by the fact that John had been so incredibly shy and insecure when they had sex in the beginning of their relationship, but now he was kinkier than ever.
In the past, John wouldn't even ride him. Now, they had a competition who was going to come first.

He saw John moving the fabric of his underwear and slowly inserting a finger to himself. John pulled his eyebrows together and let out a very pleased sigh.

"Oh my fucking God." Roger mumbled and let his hands move to his boyfriend bum.

"Don't touch me." He demanded immediately. "Just watch."

At first John's hand was moving slow but with time, he got faster - until it reminded Roger of the bass guitar solo in Liar. Also his moaning got louder when he increased in speed and added a second finger.
Roger could barely hold back at the delicious sight of his significant other getting this aroused.

He traced the rim of the lace from one hipbone to the other, gave it a pull and let it snatch down.
John moaned a silent 'Ah!'.
The drummer then went ahead to stroke his partners member, as John slapped his hand away.

"Don't touch me." He cried out a second time, so erect that his legs were shivering again.

God, how Roger wished to be touched by this angel and finally be freed from the almost painfully hard boner John was just giving it to himself on.

"Enough!" He groaned.

Roger lifted John by his hips, threw him next to him on the king-sized bed and quickly turned him around.
He positioned his boyfriend so that his arse was sticking out and was comfortable to reach for the drummer.
John quietly whimpered into the pillow while Roger lightly smacked his bum.

"You think you can get away with teasing ne like this?" He said as he smacked him again, harder this time.

John gasped.

"Answer me." Roger whispered in his ear, playfully angry.
"Did you think you would get away with this shit?"

"No." John finally moaned.

"So you did it on purpose?"

Another smack. John cried out again in pleasure. This time Roger didn't expect an answer.

This whole smacking thing wasn't done often between the two lovers, but when they did it, it was always a great pleasure and never planed.

Roger pulled the panty to the side again because it was covering John's hole again.
He smiled and finally pulled down his own trousers to his knees.
Roger took his dick in his hand and gently placed it to his boyfriends entrance.

John purred, meaning it was okay for him to enter.

The drummer slowly pushed in, what made him almost come. Both of them breathed out a long moan.

"At least you did a good job fingering yourself." Roger said breathless, while petting his boyfriends lower back.

John groaned in response and reached behind to get a grip on the drummers arse.
Roger started to thrust into John, first slowly but then continued to go harder.
After a few strokes, Roger managed to hit John's prostate, who gasped loudly. He dug his fingers into the mattress and also his boyfriends butt.
The blonde hit John's sweet spot over and over which resulted in John shivering in over stimulation and Roger's butt earning a few scratches.

In the back of his head, Roger felt bad for John. But he knew that John loved to be painfully teased and he also had a bet to win.

"I want to look into your eyes." The bassist suddenly murmured between the thrusts, interrupting Roger's thoughts.

To follows his boyfriends wish, he turned him around so that he was laying between his thighs.
Roger kissed John's knee and started with his movements again. Between the thrusts he looked down between their bodies to find that John's panty was even tighter now - his tip ws showing just above the lace. Also a little drop had formed at it.

"Fuck." Roger moaned into John's ear.

The sight of his boyfriends dick in that purple panty was really making it a whole lot harder for him not to come.
He already felt the tension in his stomach building up and when John wrapped his legs around his hips he could barely think straight.
The brunette threw his head back and smiled whole groaning at high volume.

He instead could still think almost normal. And John knew what Roger loved in bed. So he placed one of his hands on the back of his boyfriends head, took a big strand of hair and gave it a tight pull.

"Fuck!" He moaned again, this time it was almost a scream.

John could immediately feel that Roger's member began to pulsate inside him. He wouldn't last any longer.
The bassist decided to finish him off by sucking on the spot behind his ear again, where a light bruise had already formed.

The drummer didn't resist in coming anymore. He only craved that sweet satisfaction that only John was able to give him.

"Fill me up." John whimpered when Roger once again his his prostate.

It only took a few more strokes for him to come - inside John, who demanded it. He felt the hot liquid shooting into his insides.

He was close to having his orgasm, too. For a little while now, actually, but he resisted and thought of Brian, yelling around in the studio.
It actually helped.

When Roger pulled his almost limp member out, John was left with a cold emptiness, and the feeling of his boyfriends cum slowly dripping out.
To his luck, the drummer immediately filled it with his heated fingers again.

He slowly started to move his hand, which made his muscles in his upper arm to tense and loosen up - an incredible sight.
John threw his arms up to get a grip of the bedpost and closed his eyes. A little tear of arousal was running down his cheek.
The bassist loved getting pleased by Roger and he trusted him more than anybody else.
In bed, at least.

"I love you." He moaned. "I love you. God, I love you so much."

Roger blushed and worked harder on his backside. He found the slightly rougher spot and pressed it, then drew circles on it with his finger tips.
Deakys backed stiffened and his stomach tensed up.
The drummer knew he was about to come since he noticed that his significant other was getting quieter again.

John wasn't moaning anymore, he began to pant like he was hyperventilating and then finally shot his load onto his own stomach. Deakys knuckles went white from his hard grip on the bed stamp.
His boyfriend felt him tighten up against his fingers in a slow rhythm when he pulled them out.

Roger laid himself next to Deaky, who was still having a heavy breath and tried to wipe the cum of his belly.
Which was rather hard with shaking fingers and a small tissue.

"God. You're so damn good at this." The bassist whispered before kissing Roger on the cheek.
He threw the sticky tissue somewhere on the floor and stretched himself.

"You're not too bad yourself, baby."

After a few moments of resting, Roger rolled to the side to get his cigarettes from the night stand. He took one between his lips and gave another one to John.
He used a pink lighter to light both of them.

"Thanks." John murmured and took a deep drag.

Roger laid his head on his boyfriends chest. He inhaled the smoke and said, while blowing it out again:

"Guess you were right. But you cheated."

He pulled the purple lace again and it snapped it back.
Rogers hand slid over John's dick to the inside of his thighs. There was his skin especially soft and Roger loved to rest his hands there.

John sighed happily.

The drummer could have easily fallen asleep now - with his head on his loves chest, his hand at its favorite place and a cig in his mouth.