Due to a misunderstanding, John and Roger were forced to share one bedroom for the whole time they were doing their promo-tour in Japan.
And if it wasn't enough already, there only was a queen sized bed.
Roger had already asked for a second bed, at least, but he was told that the bed would only be available in one to two days.

***

After a long and hard day of rehearsing - after Freddies wish - checking their instruments, and a concert in the evening, the band members finally arrived at the hotel again.

"We'll meet at nine for breakfast, okay?" Brian made sure.
The other ones agreed to the plan, but rather unwilling. Especially for Roger, nine o'clock was way too early.

The four then divided into their rooms, with Brian's and Freddie's single rooms next to Johns and Roger's shared one.

The two kicked their boots off after entering the small room.
Roger dropped onto the bed, sighing loudly.

"Finally!"

John didn't say anything. He just immediately started to undress after the door fell shut.
The bassist stood with his face to the wall and started with his blouse. He quickly opened all the buttons before letting it slide down his slim arms, revealing a just as slim back.
His hair fell in waves onto his shoulders and Roger couldn't help but stare.

He had been confused by John since he joined the band - Roger felt some kind of attraction to him even though the drummer always thought he was straight as a pole.

John continued to open up his trousers. While pulling them down, he unintentionally sticked his bum - in very tight underwear - out.
Roger choked on nothing.

"Everything okay?" John asked and turned around. His underwear really left no place for imagination.
Roger could literally see everything, which didn't really help.
He tried to look into John's eyes but his gaze kept wandering down to his crotch.

"Yeah. Nothing to worry about."

Roger turned around to stop himself from staring and tore the clothes of his body. He quickly disappeared under the sheets then.

The drummer forced himself to look at the ceiling.

"It it okay for you if I sleep in my knickers?" John shyly asked. Now Roger had to look at the younger one again, who nervously held his hands in front of his dick, trying to make it look casual.

"Of course. I sleep in my underwear too."

Roger lifted the blanket and wiggled his hips to show John, who had to laugh at his childish actions.
The bassist slipped under the blanket and turned the light out, Roger did the same.

***

In the middle of the night Roger woke up to muffled moans and silent whimpers.
At first he thought that the people living next to them were fucking, but then he remembered that Brian and Freddie were living next door.

"Taylor... Ah!" Came right from beside him.

When he turned to look if John was doing alright, he found his band member grinding against the rolled up sheets between his thighs.
John was still sleeping and his cheeks were glowing.
Just as Roger's, when he finally got what John was doing - he was obviously having a wet dream and getting himself off.

He didn't like watching John without his consent, but his knickers started to become more and more tight and it seemed that Deaky was thinking of Roger.

John's whimpers got louder.

Roger gently placed his hand on John's shoulder, so he wouldn't scare him but still wake him up.
He carefully shook the bassist body.

John's glazed eyes opened slowly. It took a moment for him to realize what had happened.

"Is everything okay John? You whimpered in your sleep." Roger said, actually knowing exactly what was going on.

"Um." John said, looking down on his body.

He didn't really see anything but he surely noticed his bone.

"UM. Yeah, yeah. Sure. I-"

He tried to hide himself under the blanked. Roger had to grin. Fortunately, John didn't see it due to the darkness of the hotel room.

Roger grabbed John's face and just kissed him. He didn't know why he did it, but it just felt right at the moment.

At first, their lips were just laying on one another, but then Deaky started to part his and they found a slow rhythm.
Roger obviously went with it. He kept his eyes open for a short time and saw that Johns were closed.
The drummer decided to go further and traced his partners lower lip with his tongue, making John shiver.
John let Roger enter his mouth and placed one of his hand on the blondes head to pull him even deeper into the kiss.
The other hand searched for Roger's and eventually found it. They intertwined their fingers and squeezed them slightly.

Everytime their lips parted from each other, John moaned silently.
These delicate sounds made Roger's knickers tighten even more and his heart pound harder.
The bassist gently guided him his way on top of himself and threw the blanket from the bed, so that Roger was laying between his shivering thighs now.

He didn't lean on John with his full weight, to not crush him.
Their members were pressing onto each other, with Johns being a bit harder. This gave Roger such a great feeling that he loudly groaned against Deakys lips.
John reached with his free hand down to the rim of his band members underwear and pecked it.

"Can I touch you?" He whispered.

Roger nodded and concentrated on the careful contact John made with his skin. He felt the bassist hand slide into his knickers.
John wrapped his slim fingers lightly around Roger's shaft and looked him into the eyes.
The blonde man breathed out heavily, which was an indirect sign for John to keep going.

He tightened his grip and jacked his hand painfully slow up and down.

"Fuck!" Roger exclaimed and pressed another kiss on John's lips.

John kept wanking Roger off until he was literally screaming in pleasure.
But the whole thing wasn't only getting the drummer off - John was also getting more and more aroused by his partners moans.
Suddenly Roger gave John a sign to stop by slightly pullingv his hips away.

His breathing was still heavy.

"Can I fuck you?" He asked nervously.

Deaky didn't answer, he instead shoved his tongue down Roger's throat and awkwardly pulled his underwear off.
He angled his knees.

"Do you have lube or something?" John asked.

Of course Roger had lube. He had brought a lot of it because he wanted to be prepared to have if he had a lot sex with some Japanese people - or now, someone else.
He reached to his night drawer and pulled a small bottle out to give it to John.

The brunette squirted an unsparing amount of lube on his fingers and spread it on his entrance before doing the same on Roger's cock.
The drummer let out an desperate groan when John stroked and twisted his hand around his shaft to get everything lubed up.

John placed the tip of Rogers dick on the right place.

"Now..." He whispered.

Roger watched himself slowy push into John, who silently moaned and hid his eyes under one of his hands.
It was a little painful for him at first because they didn't wide him, but soon the feeling changed into arousal.

Especially when Roger started to thrust in and out of him and immediately hit his sweet spot, John couldn't hold back and let out breathy moans from the back of his throat.
After he got used to Roger's dick, he wrapped his legs around the blondes hips to get him even deeper.

Roger moaned in rhythm with John and even louder when he felt his slim legs pushing him in more.

"John... You're so good."

The bass player kissed Roger and placed both of his hand on his steadily moving lower back.
They moaned against each others mouths when Roger decreased his speed and instead rocked his member twice as forcefully into John's guts.

John couldn't breathe at first when he hit his prostate that strong. His whole body relaxed for a moment and then tensed up again.
The second stroke made him gasp for air and scratch long lines across Roger's back.

The drummer whimpered in pain and stimulation and pushed in for a third time.

"God-" John cried out. "I'm gonna-"

He reached down to his dick to give him that satisfaction, but Roger pinned his arm up.
Roger's grip was extremely tight. Neither of them seemed to care.
John moaned with a whimper.

The drummer got faster again and tried not to hit John's prostate that often, because he didn't want him to come yet.
He noticed that the whole bed was moving with his thrusts and slightly hit the wall.

The brunette moaned 'Please' and Roger answered with a loud 'Fuuuck'.
His thrusts got harder and the bed was hitting the wall so loud now, that both could hear it.
Clonkclonkclonk.

John nails dug in Roger's smooth back skin as the drummer accidently hit his special spot and moaned:
"I can't-"

He came in five shots on his stomach while throwing his head back and pushing his hips upwards.
John looked into Roger's sweaty face, who continued to thrust into him until he felt his dick throb.
He quickly pulled out and jacked himself off. The blonde also orgasmned on John's stomach and even got something in his hair.

John looked very sleepy and didn't seem to care about all the sprem on his belly, but Roger got up to get a towel.
He gently cleaned off the drowsing John and then himself.
Roger threw the towel in the corner of the room, covered his band member up to the chin with his blanket and cuddled up next to him.
He kissed John's cheek and soon fell asleep too.

***

"Fuck. You." Was the first thing Brian and Freddie said in unison when they met John at their breakfast table.

Both of them looked destroyed, just like they only got a few hours of sleep last night.
John obviously knew why and his face turned so red that it was almost worrying.

"And especially fuck you too!" Freddie exclaimed when Roger decided to join the three.

"I don't know what kind of magic thing you got in your pants, but please keep. It. Down."

The bassist got even more red - if it was even possible - but Roger just laughed and ruffled through John's messy hair.