"It seems that you can handle that long, hard stick very well!"

"God, Roger!" Brian exclaimed. "Save that for your fucking bedroom!"

The four band members of Queen were currently playing pool at the cellar of ridge farm.
Freddie laughed and watched John positioning his cue stick a few centimeters before the white ball and then precisely stub it in the direction of a second ball.
He was very concentrated, his hair fell in his face and he didn't care about how much he was sticking out his ass.

The cue ball hit the other one, which made it rebound on the sides of the pool table before it disappeared in one of the holes.

"Yes!" John exclaimed, leant his pole against the table and did a little happy dance.

His smile reached from one ear to the other. Brian replied with a smile, but as soon as John wasn't looking, he rolled his eyes.
Freddie acted like he was happy for John, but the truth was that he was just as pissed as Brian was.
The reason for this was that their beloved bass player was so good at pool, that nobody had the slightest chance in winning against him.

Roger playfully slapped John's butt and kissed his cheek. He was annoyed too, but he hoped to increase his chances of having sex with John this evening by acting supportive.
Roger was very needy in the last couple of days because the brunette had denied any sexual contact due to their stressful work on their fourth album 'A Night At The Opera'.
Freddie was quite a pain in the ass when it was came to his 'baby' Bohemian Rhapsody.

Everytime John bend over to get another ball in the hole, Roger wanted to tear his clothes down and take him right there.
He surpressed his urge and focused on the game again.
It was his turn.

Opposites attract each other - Roger was as bad at pool as John was good at it.
So the bass player had to help him.
Roger placed the cue stick between his fingers like he thought was right and looked at John for approval.
John shook his head.

"For how long are we playing this again?" He sighed and positioned his boyfriends hand before he guided the stick through them.

"Perfect." John whispered and slapped Roger's shoulder lightly.

Now Roger tried to push forward, but he made some kind of curve and John cringe.
Just before the tip touched the ball, John stopped the movement of the stick and aligned himself behind Roger.
He laid his hands on his and pushed the stick forward with high precision.

Johns slender hands on Rogers, and his breath on his neck made the drummer blush.
He didn't notice that the ball kicked two other ones into the hole.

John's face lit up and he kissed Roger.

"Well done, Rog."

"This is cheating!" Freddie said. And after a pause: "I'm tired anyway. Good night."

He stomped out of the room, followed by Brian, giggling and saying "Me too. Good night!".
When he left, Brian gently closed the door, leaving the other two band members alone in the cellar.

For a second, there was an awkward silence. The couple put the cue sticks and balls back into a small cupboard and went to Roger's bedroom on the second floor after that.

As they tiptoed upwards, John and Roger could already hear Freddie's snoring and Brian aggressively brushing his hair - it sounded quite painful until a loud, frustrated moan interrupted the brushing.
Both surpressed their laughter and headed forward to the end of the hallway.

Roger unlocked the door and stepped in with John following.

***

John was ready to go to bed. He was already in his pyjamas and folded the blanket of the double bed back.

"Deaky~" Roger sighed and slowly approached John.

"Yeeees?"

The drummer had reached his boyfriend and started to cover his face with kisses.

"I want to have sex with you tonight..." He quietly answered.

John laughed and pulled back from Roger and climbed into the bed.

"Only if I can top you." He grinned.

"What?"

"You heard me." The brunette yawned and smiled. He pat the free space next to him. "Jump in."

Roger obeyed while he thought about John's offer.
The bass player was almost sure that Roger would deny his tradeoff because he wasn't really a bottom - sure, sometimes he did it for John but even that was very rare.

"Deal." Roger surprisingly said and held his hand into John's direction.

John was kind of shocked but replied to the hand shake and started kissing his boyfriend, who was so in need that he was instantly hard.
The bassist noticed and grinned dirtyly against Roger's lips.

He told him to take his underwear off, which Roger happily did. Mean while John unbottoned his shirt and laid it to the side. The drummer, who was comfortably laying on his back on a pillow, spread his legs, pulled John between them and deeply kissed him.

John was rapidly getting a boner, too - the consequences of a week without Sex.
Both of the two moaned quietly as Roger wrapped one leg around John and ran it up and down with it.

"I'm happy." The drummer said and exhaled loudly.

John smiled and kissed his boyfriends jaw before reaching over to his night stand and grabbing a bottle of lube.
He lavishly spread it on his index and middle finger and reached down between their hot bodies.
Deaky looked into Roger's eyes to make sure he really wanted it.

The blonde hungrily nodded and groaned when John placed one of his fingers on his hole and slowly pushed in, watching Roger's reactions.
He frowned and bit his lip, but moaned as soon as John began moving in and out and in circles.

It didn't took long until Roger was wide enough to slip a second finger in.
Again, he wasn't sure if he liked it or not, but when John pumped his fingers, Roger couldn't stop moaning.
The drummer arched his back and sighed really loudly.

John kissed all over Roger's glowing face, while he felt his dick getting harder everytime Roger groaned with his rough voice.
He made a scissor movement, making his boyfriend moan one last time and then pulled his two fingers out.
Roger unnoticeably whimpered.

"Hurry up." He unpatiently breathed.

John slightly pulled his pants down, lubed his cock up and placed it on Roger's entrance.
The drummer tried to push down against John's member, but he wouldn't let him.

Finally, the bass player slid in his boyfriend. He did it very slowly.

"John." Roger moaned and dug his nails in the thin mattress. "Are you in completely?"

"No..."

John pushing in a few centimeters more made Roger throw his head back.
His belly felt so full already that it was almost uncomfortable.

"Sometimes I forget how fucking hung you are." The blonde sighed as his boyfriend pushed in the rest of his dick.

Now John had glowing cheeks too. He didn't dare to move until Roger looked at him approvingly.
Then he brought up the courage to slightly pull his hips back and gently push them forward again.

The stimulation was so intense for the bass player that actual tears built up in his eyes.

"You're so tight..." He murmured.

Roger cupped John's face with one hand and smiled at him.
Deaky started to rock hips gently, and with time, more powerful.
His boyfriend moaned and panted heavily while he pushed John's cock deeper inside him by using his legs.
Roger got used to the fullness of his stomach and just wanted John to go deeper, harder, faster.

"More!" He whimpered and brushed his hair out of his face.

The brunette slid almost completely out and forced himself back in. He hit Roger prostate while doing so.
The drummers body shuddered and his legs tensed up. When the overwhelming feeling of arousal had passed, Roger gasped loudly.

"Do that again!"

John did but felt that he wouldn't last any longer if he continued to fuck Roger balls deep.
The blonde was on a high after the second hit on his sweet spot and almost didn't notice when John silently moaned that he was gonna come.

The bassist pulled his throbbing dick out of his boyfriend, which left the blonde temporarily unsatisfied.
Before he could wank himself off, Roger already had his fingers on John's member and stroked it slowly until he spilled all over his chest, face and even hair.

John was shaking violently, whimpering and got a hold on Roger's knees until his ecstasy was gone.
He hugged Roger and gave him a kiss. He kissed from his collar bones, across his chest to his lower stomach where John whispered:

"I love your little tummy."

He pecked it, making Roger grin and telling him to 'fuck off'.

As John kept kissing, Roger laid his hand on the back of his boyfriends head and forced him down.
His stomach rose and sank quickly because he was so excited about getting his sick sucked.
But John teased him by avoiding his pubic area and instead kissing the inside of Rogers tighs.

The drummer moaned and his toes curled up as he did.

"Just suck it, John." He begged.

John smiled against Roger's soft skin and decided to give in on his poor, poor boyfriend.
He wandered up, ready to swallow up the blondes already leaking cock.

Deaky unintentionally lucked his lips and placed them around the head. Eventually, he took Roger's whole length in his mouth, even though it hit his troath.
That warm, soft sensation was almost enough to get Roger his satisfaction.

John watched his boyfriends reactions when he started to suck on his member and slowly bopped his head.
Roger was returning his look and tried not to be too loud, which was quite hard under these kind of circumstances.

He bit his tongue but still groaned not exactly quiet when John licked around the tip and pulled his foreskin with his teeth.
Roger cursed while telling his partner not to stop.

He was so close that his stomach got hard, John felt it on his nose when he deep throated Roger again.

The drummers legs started trembling, then he shouted a combination from 'Ah!', 'Fuck!' and 'God!' and finally got his orgasm inside John's mouth.
The bassist gagged but swallowed everything completely and even showed his empty mouth to Roger.

He laughed and ironically said:

"You're such a good boy!"

John took a sip of water from the glass standing on the night drawer to rinse his mouth before snuggling on Roger.

"I know." He kissed his ear. "You still have my cum all over you."

The brunette yawned and turned around to sleep, leaving Roger rolling his eyes and standing up with weak legs to go to the bathroom and clean himself up.

A few moments later, he heard soft snoring from their bed.