When John woke up slowly with the late mornings sun forcing him to have his eyes closed a few more minutes before he opened his eyes with an lazy sigh.

That was also the moment he realized that he wasn't laying in his own bed.
He was in someone else's.
By looking around he knew that it was Roger's room - the broken drumsticks, the dark blue painted walls and the fur coat hanging on the door made it obvious.

Roger was even right beside him and made absolutely no sounds while sleeping.
John didn't want to wake him up and decided to leave the room instead.
Until then, the bassist didn't question why he had been sleeping in Rogers bed. It actually happened quite often after the band got drunk.

But this time was different.
John put the wool blanket aside and sat up before he realized that he was naked.
Absolutely no piece of clothing on his body.
'No.' He thought with wide eyes. 'Please don't let this be true!'

He bent over to carefully take off the blanket from the on-his-belly-sleeping Roger, just to reveal an equally naked bum.
John, still not believing that what he saw was true, searched the bed sheet for suspicious stains - and tragically found some.

"Fuck." He whispered under his breath and wanted to get out of here as quick as possible.

John stood up and followed the line of his clothes, picking everything up.
He finally arrived at the end the rooms door and quietly opened it when Roger mumbled something.

"Good morning, John..."

Roger stretched and squeeked silently doing so.
John closed his eyes in embarrassment while his heart sunk down to his stomach. His grip around the doorknob got tighter and also sweaty. The other hand - which had dropped his clothes on the floor - hardly hid all of his genitals.

"I just wanted to leave, so..." John awkwardly said.

Roger rolled onto his back and started to frown.

"Why are you naked?" He ran his hands through his messy hair, then rubbed his eyes.

They wandered from John's face to his crotch, where they stayed a short while, and back up.
Obviously, John noticed and began to blush hardly.

"Stop looking at me! I can't really remember... but I guess we... You know?"

"Riiight. I wasn't as drunk as you. I can vaguely remember it now that you said it."

John stared at him. His mouth opened slightly and even more blood rushed to his face. He turned the knob but didn't open the door yet.

"ANYWAY- I'm going to my room now. It was a mistake. And wrong. We both know it."

Roger put the blanket away, stood up and slowly approached John, who stared at the ceiling in order to dodge his friends dick.

"You didn't say that last night."

'Maybe because I was fucking drunk?' John thought.

Roger sounded almost hurt and took John's hand away from his dick, getting so close to him that their noses were almost touching.
John had to cringe while also feeling his lips being attracted to Roger's.

"Kiss me." The drummer whispered provokative, knowing that John - even if he wanted to - couldn't refuse that offer.

The younger one tried to surpress his urges but eventually gave in. He softly laid his lips against Roger's, who quickly pulled away again only to press John against the door. Then he wet his lips before laying them gently on the other ones again. All while his hands slid from the brunettes lower back to his bum.
John gasped weakly but pulled Roger closer by his hips too.

The blonde opened his mouth just wide enough that John could deepen the kiss with his tongue.
While their kiss got more heated very quickly, Roger forced John down on the floor by subtly putting weight on his shoulders - Roger didn't stop the kiss though, he simply followed John downwards.

As both were still undressed from yesterday night, there was no need to take each others clothing off.

John leant against the door with his shoulder blades and spread his legs so Roger could lay between them.
He actually didn't want to sleep with the drummer again but now that they were close to doing it, John also didn't want to stop.

He felt the blood rushing from his face to his dick, which wasn't a very pleasant but also not a bad feeling.

Roger pulled away and started to caress John's neck with soft kisses while one of his hands wandered down to John's crotch and grabbed it tightly.

"You're already hard." He grinned and blushed.

"So are you." John replied after looking down to Rogers lap.

The blonde went farther down with his fingers and was surprised to find, that John was still pretty wide from earlier that night.
He pulled his hand back up and let a little drool drop on then before going back to fingering John.

Roger started right off with two fingers, gently thrusting. He enjoyed how John's cheeks began to glow and how his thighs shivered whenever he brushed against his prostate.
He avoided this spot as good as possible - Roger kind of wanted to drive his friend crazy like this.

John denied himself to moan but the shivering and the way his chest rose and sunk so quickly made it clear how much he enjoyed it as well.

He reached for Rogers arm without noticing it, weakly trying to get a hold on something.
The blonde pushed in a third finger.

"God!" John suddenly moaned and his grip around Rogers wrist got a little tighter for a moment.

Roger hoped that God - if there even was one - didn't hear John's cry and wouldn't come to see what was wrong! That surely would be a different kind of kinky.
Roger focused on reality again.

"You're ready?" He asked, still fucking the other one with his fingers.

Johns nod was lazy but desperate and he whispered a small 'Please...' while looking into Rogers eyes.

The drummer blushed again and removed his fingers carefully. He positioned his dick on the right place.
John still tried not to make sound but it was getting harder and harder for him, especially when Roger didn't stop his own groans when he slowly pushed in.
Roger stopped when there was only about half an inch of dick left.

"I like you." Slipped out of Rogers mouth and as sson as he realized what he just said, he closed his eyes to avoid Deakys looks.

He didn't mean to say it - even though it was true - but in that situation his mouth just had a life of its own.

"What?!"

Roger felt John getting tighter around him.

"We don't have to talk about it."

John looked shocked for a second, bet then just shook his head and relaxed. He signed Roger to continue with a nod.
So the drummer began moving his hips. He started off quite fast, making it impossible for John to keep his moans inside.

He was very loud at first but then learned to control his volume by compensating it with his breathing.
Roger was also being on the louder side.

The moans next to John's ear made his hair stand up.
He moved his shaking hand upwards to Rogers upper arm and felt how tensed the muscles were.
His dick twitched a little and he pressed his lips together.

Roger got rougher and rougher with John, who didn't seem to mind until he trusted his hips so hard that John's head hardly hit the door he was still leaning on.

"Ouch!" He halfway loudly moaned, halfway exclaimed.

The blonde ignored it and didn't even bother getting more gentle. He just kept going, and randomly kissed John during it.
Deaky began to get more vulnerable and whiny as a result of his constant overstimulation.
It was the complete opposite with Roger, who became more dominant.

"Take me deeper." Roger groaned against John's lips and continued to thrust into his partner.

"I can't!" John whined as a reply.

He dug his fingers of one hand into Roger's hair and accidentally pulled it, but Roger didn't care.
The other hand laid on his bizeps and grabbed it tightly.

"I know you can take it. I've seen it already."

John's cheeks got even more red and he made something like a sob-like sound out of embarrassment.
He turned his head to the side.

Roger suddenly stopped and slowly began to  push his dick deeper inside John, whose grip got even harder and who loudly cried out when Roger had entered completely.
Roger rested like this for a while to prevent himself from orgasming too early.
It was just way too hot to see John going crazy about *his* dick and feeling his little muscle spasms from his thighs against his hips.

"See, I knew you can do it."

John tried to fake a laugh when Roger kissed his head rewardingly but failed miserably and instead just pathetically moaned.

Roger started to slide in and out of John again, this time at a slower rate.
The bassist would have thrown his head back if he could, sadly there was a door in the way.

"I feel so good..."

Everytime Rogers cock brushed upon his sweet spot, John would let out a raspy moan and pull on the other ones hair.
This had an impact on Roger too. He also moaned and secretly hoped that he would last longer than last night because... Well, let's just say he was a little too excited!

John began to pant and took the hand, originally laying on Rogers head, to his dick and stroked it sloppily.

"Roger..." He whimpered and it sounded like he was asking for a permission.

"Go ahead, if you want to." Was Rogers stuttered answer.

It only took John a few more strokes from his hand and thrusts from Roger until he came all over his stomach with a - somehow - dainty moan.
His fingers digging into the blondes tensed up arm again.
Roger even felt some of Deakys cum hitting his own body, but didn't really care about it.

He kept rocking his hips back and forth, letting out raspy moans from time to time, and still steadily brushing against John's prostate.
John squirmed everytime that happened in pleasure and still whispered Rogers name.

Soon Roger also felt that sensation in his stomach that announced his orgasm.
He quickly pulled out and did the last few strokes with his hand. His semen landed all over John, who looked a bit weirded out at this.
Instead of loudly groaning as before, Roger seemed to hold his breath while he came.

Roger laid flat on his back on the carpeted floor in front of John.

"I'm sorry you had to do all the work. But this position is just..." Deaky excused.

"Don't worry about it."

John wiped a little cum from his cheeks. After a minute in silence he quietly said something.

"Do you want to talk about it now?"

"There's not much to talk about. It's true what I said and if you don't feel the same way, I guess, I'll have to live with it." Roger said and stared at the ceiling.

"Don't worry." John replied after a while. "I feel the same way, Rog."

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My chapters seem to get longer and longer... I hope you don't mind that :D