The Table | Dealor
Before we start I have an apology cake for you:
I finally finished one (1) chapter :D But we're NOT going to talk about the intro in this one because... I don't know what I thought when writing it lmao and I don't want to change it as I really need some sleep
So. Let's go.
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"... And I literally fucked his brains out. I mean, I could see his mind going completely blank when I- Oh, Hi John."
Roger lowered his voice when John casually walked into the heated conversation of him and Freddie. The two sat across from each other on the round table in the bands kitchen.
Deaky laid his hand on Roger's shoulder and kissed his cheek before going to the counter and grabbing an apple.
"What were you talking about?" He asked and took a bite from the fruit.
Roger's face colour changed into a strong pink. Freddie was better at hiding his embarrassment - if he even was embarrassed.
"His drumming." The singer lied without batting an eye.
"I'm not really happy with the way he plays the end part of Great King Rat."
At the last sentence, Freddie looked at Roger again as if he was serious.
"I see. Maybe you could play a little bit faster, Rog?" John suggested and took a seat next to the singer.
Roger shot an angry look towards Freddie and said between his teeth "Sure."
The black haired man saw Roger's expression and laughed. He took the last sip from his tea and looked at the clock above the door.
"Anyway, I have to go now, lovies. My parents invited me to eat lunch with them." Freddie announced and stood up.
He put on his jacket and then already opened the door, while Roger placed Freddie's cup in the sink. John quickly followed the singer and hugged him goodbye.
Roger on the other hand was hugged by Freddie.
They said goodbye, leaving only only Roger and his boyfriend at the flat. Brian was probably at the university.
John returned to the table and sat down on his chair. His legs were crossed and he reached over to get Roger's tea cup, from which he took a sip.
Roger followed him and took a seat next to his boyfriend. He brushed John's hair away from his neck to reveal two greenish and one big, purple hickey.
The drummer had a few of those too, but his were at other places.
"So now that we're alone..." Roger started and kissed the still sensitive love bite.
Ever since John walked in on him telling Fred how hard he fucked John the last time they had sex, Roger couldn't think of anything else but bending his boyfriend over the table again and-
"You want to fuck me until you see my mind completely going blank?" John grinned.
Roger tried to stop his blood from rushing to his face. It failed, but at least he could hide his face in John's neck.
He slowly licked John's skin right beside the newest hickey and proceeded to nibble on it until a second one had formed.
John winced at the pain but laughed at the same time.
"Don't worry. I want you to do that too." He whispered and shifted closer to Roger with his chair.
John pulled Roger away from his neck to put his lips on his instead of his skin. Roger kissed his boyfriend slowly, but intense.
His hand were on John's lower back, pulling him closer and closer until the bassist wasn't even sitting on his chair anymore, but on Rogers lap.
"I heard everything you told Freddie." John panted against the other ones lips.
Roger deepened the kiss again and played with his tongue.
His growing erection was constantly rubbing against John's. It made him go crazy and John was feeling like that too.
"Should I fuck you the way I told him?" Roger teased, apparently not as shy as before.
John nodded as an answer, but it wasn't enough for Roger.
"What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to fuck me while I'm bending over the table again." John mumbled sliding his hands down on Rogers chest to his belt and unbuckling it carefully.
His cheeks were glowing pink and his eyes were glossy.
After getting his partners belt open he continued with opening the zip.
Roger watched every move with a heavy breath and occasional, quiet moans when John brushed against his dick.
When Rogers pants were open, his hands disappeared under Johns shirt and quickly pulled it off.
Johns skin was warm and soft and Roger had a hard time to stop touching it.
But he kind of had to.
"Please bend over."
John quickly rose up from Rogers lap and kicked his chair to the side. He turned around so that he was facing the table.
His boner was incredibly visible under his blue shorts but he didn't attempt to hide it - why should he?
He instead pulled them down to his knees, showing his boyfriend his desirable rear end.
John pulled one leg out of the shorts, so that they were hanging on only one foot now.
Roger's heart beat faster at this sight. He unpatiently pulled his own trousers just below his arse cheeks.
His dick was almost painfully hard and sprung up when it was released from the stiff jeans fabric.
John trembled in inpatience. Small whimpers escaped his, aside from that, so quiet mouth.
"You're so sweet." Roger sighed as he gently pushed John's upper body down on the table.
He also placed his cock right before John's hole. Roger moaned while John only furrowed his brows and pressed his lips together.
The bassist tried to push down on his boyfriend dick, but Roger wouldn't let him.
"Can you please...?" John whined and one of his hands grabbed the edge of the table.
It was hard for Roger to breath as he finally pushed in after wetting his boyfriend with a little spit before. He did it extremely slow due to the fact that he didn't prepare John before.
Johns breath stopped for a second too, but as soon as Roger was in a few centimeters, he moaned like there was no tomorrow.
He desperately opened and closed his free hand to signal Roger that he should take it.
The drummer understood and squeezed John's hand tightly until he had entered him completely.
Roger then gently took it away again and placed it between his boyfriends shoulder blades. There it was again - John incredibly soft skin on his perfect back. The blonde loved how the muscles and bones squirmed under it from his touches.
He brushed Deakys hair to the side and kissed his spine.
John let out a quiet "Rog..." and pushed his bum back, which made Rogers grip on John's hip a lot more firm.
Roger started to slowly thrust into his partner. As he wasn't embarrassed by his own moans, he just let go and groaned everytime his full length had entered John.
He took his second hand and placed it on his partners hips as well.
Deaky was whining but in a positive way. He moved his hips against the rhythm of Rogers until his boyfriend was panting so hard that he thought Roger would come.
He turned his head around far enough to see Roger with pink cheeks and open mouth watching his dick sliding in and out.
The next thrust hit John's prostate, which kept the bassists moan stuck in his throat, and unwillingly clench around Roger. A warm feeling spread from Johns stomach into every inch of his body and left him dizzy.
"Roger... Kiss me, please." He whispered and his eyes slowly closed.
Still completely in his boyfriend, the blonde bend down to reach John's lips.
He traced John's lower lip with his tongue and gently bit it until the brunette slightly parted his mouth.
John actually slipped his tongue first into Rogers mouth and started to play with his.
The drummer now started moving his hips in circles, not really sliding in and out, but there was still enough friction to satisfy both.
His dick kept rubbing John's special spot, making him squirm and interrupt the kiss.
What started off as a slight warmness, turned into an overwhelming heat.
John's forehead got all warm and a little sweat formed on it as well.
"Everything okay?" Roger quietly panted and moved his hand down to John's privat area but didn't do anything as long as he didn't answer his question.
But the brunette couldn't answer. He wasn't able to concentrate on Rogers question because all he felt was that dick filling him up so perfectly.
Without any warning Roger straightened his back and pulled out completely.
A painful whine came from John who had been so close to his climax, that he couldn't stop the tears of frustration running down his cheeks now.
Roger asked him to change the position.
So John turned around with super weak legs and still crying.
"Is everything okay?" The blonde asked worrying.
John wiped away his tears and let out a sob before he answered with a small "Yeah." and asked Roger what he wanted.
The blonde explained, John turned around again and pulled up one leg onto the table.
His shorts fell on the floor.
Roger once again pushed in and maintained like this, making his partners legs shudder again.
He grabbed John's shoulder and started thrusting and thrusting and thrusting, continuously brushing his partners prostate.
John was constantly on the edge of his orgasm with his mouth slightly hanging open and eyelids getting heavy, but somehow wasn't able to get it.
And when Roger started groaning that sexy in his ear it was even more frustrating.
"Im close..." Roger panted and the skin of John's shoulder got red with the pressure it was under.
The drummer got slow and forcefully pushing in a few times.
John thought he was going to die of his horniness and still not being able to come after his body was constantly feeling like a firework, especially when Roger hit his spot.
Roger pulled out.
John watched his boyfriend frantically working on his own dick until he suddenly got slower and came all over John's back with a surpressed groan.
The bassist saw Rogers legs getting weak and felt his free hand firmly squeezing his shoulder.
The last few drops of cum lazily ran over his fingers as he slowly rode his orgasm out.
John wasn't sure if he should be disgusted or turned on by the warm liquid on his back.
Either way, he wanted his orgasm and pulled Rogers hand to his privates, on which the drummer enthusiastically started stroking up and down, constantly edging John. Again.
"Just-" A gasp interrupted John's sentence. "Let me come..."
The brunette placed his hand on Rogers and specifically worked on the tip of his cock.
It didn't take long, soon he shot his load in his boyfriends hand from where it lazily dripped on the kitchen tiles.
John was unconsciously grimacing, letting out a rather loud moan because of the relieved he finally had. His legs went numb for a few seconds - luckily he was halfway laying on the table.
The bassist felt nothing but pure ecstasy after his orgasm and couldn't move for a moment.
After this, he let down his - now asleep - leg from the wooden table and turned around to give Roger a short kiss.
"Thank you." He added but with a tone that said "Was about time!"
He put on his shorts again, slapped the blonde still bare ass and weakly walked to the kitchen counter to get some tissues to clean the mess they made up.
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