"Wake up! Come on love it's only seven and we've got enough on our plates today and I'm not having you waste precious hours away!"

John groaned in his sleep, trying his best to shake Freddie's hand off of his shoulder as he continued to try and get him out of bed after he had been the one who had kept him up so late last night. Once again, it was all because he was getting prepared for his own belated celebration of their most recent album release. Sure, they'd thrown a monstrous release party the day it had actually been released, but Freddie, and to a certain extent Roger, wanted to throw another party back at their own flat that consisted of close friends and such to bask in the glory of what they hoped would be another successful album. It was unlike his partner to agree to such a small get together, but his already abundant energy at such an early hour in the morning was enough to make it obvious that he wasn't winning this fight and would be forced out of bed one way or another.

"Come on Fred, just five more minutes. You already kept me up late last night."

"Well we had stuff to do! I want this party to be perfect. I've already got to downsize it to this extent already!"

"Then you shouldn't have kept me up the night before so that you could screw me for two hours and then proceed to keep me up last night with party planning!" John retorted as he flashed a deadly glare towards the older man. Freddie cheekily smiled in response, released his hold on his shoulder and got up, John immediately shutting his eyes not even a second after and buried himself into his pillow again.

"Maybe this'll change your mind!" Freddie said excitedly as he tore the blankets off of their bed in one quick movement, the sudden cold making his eyes fly open as he shot up from his position on the bed, quickly pulling the pillow out from behind him and covering the front of his almost completely unclothed frame, quickly falling back and managing to hit his head on the headboard behind him.

"That'll wake you up." His boyfriend continued in a sickeningly loving tone.

"I hate you." John growled venomously as he rubbed the sore spot on the back of his head.

"Love you too now get dressed and I'll meet you outside. I've already sent Bri and Rog to make sure everyone's still fine to come tonight and to go get some better outfits. Lord knows I'm not having them take the easy way out and throw on an old t-shirt and jeans."

He begrudgingly got out of bed, watching as his lover continued to search through their drawers for an outfit to wear throughout the day as he trudged over to the bathroom at the back of their room. For whatever reason it was, he had always found that he loved that perfectionist attitude that their singer possessed and today wasn't an exception, though he'd much preferred it if he could have knocked Freddie over the head for waking him up in such a crude fashion instead of letting him sleep for at least another hour. The only damn reason why he was up so late last night was because he had kept him out all day shopping for his own outfit while he had barely any time to find one of his own. That and Freddie had dragged him to a nearby barber for a quick style and cleanup of his already shortened hair that he'd fashioned not too long ago, claiming that he would look a bit better with a new hairstyle, and thus making it the shortest it had been since he had been a teenager.

What did I do to deserve this? I just want to sleep...John silently bemoaned as he shoved himself up from their bed, the room slightly spinning as he clutched their nightstand while Freddie bustled about near their dresser, hurriedly opening and closing drawers and quietly muttering to himself. Why on earth did he even need him? For an extra opinion? He'd barely even listen to his suggestions. Hell he knew he could just stay home and Freddie would do the exact same things he needed to without him along and would get the same things as well.

"Agh! Don't you have anything besides plaid shirts and jeans?" Freddie growled, shoving a pile of clothes into his hands as he rapidly blinked to try and clear his still foggy vision.

"No unless you...you want me to go out in a sweater vest instead..." John responded, his sentence ending in another loud yawn as he resisted the urge to stretch his arms over his head.

"Oh God no. Just throw those on and I'll meet you downstairs in the car." He told him, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek before dashing out the door. That's why he wants me, to drive him around 'cause he won't bother to learn.

John sighed in defeat and threw on the clothes his lover had selected for him, constantly expecting him to come bursting through the door, barking his head off for him to hurry up downstairs even though it had only been a mere minute since he had left. Good lord it was all so exhausting trying to keep up with Freddie's seemingly boundless energy. He worked effortlessly on five hours of sleep, sometimes even less than that, and would continue to stay up even longer than most people could manage. Even sex after a concert wouldn't be enough to knock the damn thing out! He was surprised he'd been able to keep up with this energy of his after so many years but by now it'd just become easy, though however annoying at times, for him to snap into action whenever Freddie needed to do something. He figured it could've been worse. Maybe he would've gotten someone like that who would never listen to him when he said he needed a break, which Freddie tried to avoid doing, or maybe he would get stuck with someone so insensitive and rambunctious that it'd be more like taking care of a rude three-year-old instead of their vigor-filled singer.

And it was parties that would always miraculously be able to bring out both sides at once. The sides that he truly loved seeing in his partner. That same vitality but also the soothing sensitivity, blinding enthusiasm but a contrasting shyness. He loved people, in both senses of that word, and yet was sometimes so shy that he'd act like some bumbling idiot in front of people he both knew and had just met. It was ever so endearing and would almost make up for all the times he'd let that fervor take over and dictate everything around him. Almost. What he wouldn't do for Freddie to really take some time off and go slow for a bit. Or hell at least for something to tear his focus away from what he was doing so that he could let it sit unfinished for a moment.

He paused in front of their mirror and began fixing his outfit, smoothing out any of the creases as he snatched his leather jacket from the side of their dresser, quickly tossing it on and rushing out both their bedroom door and front door. He was already slightly dreading any bitchy comments Freddie would throw out about his speed, but he'd sit there and take it, knowing that he would eventually end up apologizing regarding his actions that same night. But damn was it ever so frustrating to deal with his endless directive attitude all throughout the day until he'd get his apology.

"Finally! Jesus that took you forever!" Freddie said as soon as he slid into the driver's seat.

"Yes yes, I realize that five minutes is such a long time."

"Oh hush you! Come now, we've got to get some more white wine because I'm not just serving red at the party." Freddie replied urgently as he pointed to his left, "The place isn't too far. We'll pick it up there and then stop by somewhere to get some more to eat."

Freddie continued listing off the items he still wanted to pick up before six that night, his tired frame begging him to either abandon this completely and go back to bed or to smack the back of Freddie's head so that he would shut up for more than five minutes. His babbling turned incoherent as he pulled out and took off in the first direction Freddie had mentioned to him, his mind still hoping that Freddie's energy would eventually die down before the party started. All he wanted to do was get it all done with, that way he could relax without having to worry about their singer ushering him out the door once again to grab something else.

...

"Freddie, I know this is it." John told him after Freddie rattled off the list once more.

"And are you so sure?" He questioned as he took the bags of alcohol from his hand and pushed them into the backseat with the many other bags of food and drinks. "I am still not letting you wear a plaid shirt or a damn sweater vest tonight!"

"Come on Fred, please. I'm still fucking exhausted from having a few hours of sleep and I don't want to pass out at eight tonight because you had me running around all day."

"Nonsense. We'll be done with this in less than an hour and we'll be back home! Then you can take some time to relax before we set everything up with the other two."

Oh Jesus fucking Christ the set up.... Can't we hold that off for a bit? He thought in annoyance as he sat himself down in the driver's seat again.

"It's a quick ten-minute drive around the corner and I'll just clean you up a bit and then we'll be back home."

"Freddie..." John whined.

"What is it dear?"

"Just..." He paused, wondering if he should mention the fact that he was close to passing out again. But he knew damn well that Freddie would just say he needs a thing of coffee or tea to zap him awake once again if he complained anymore that he was tired.

"Babe, you alright?" Freddie persisted, a surprising empathetic tone coating his words.

"This is the last thing, right?" John asked, flashing a pleading glance towards their singer.

"Oh my God aren't you listening? All we've got is a new outfit and we'll be perfect! Once the party's started and running perfectly, it'll be all good. It'll last a few hours, maybe until around three or four in the morning and-"

"Three or four in the morning?" John said out of pure shock. "I thought this was lasting till at the latest ten!"

"Ten?!" Freddie shouted out of disbelief. "A four-hour party? Are you kidding me?"

"B-but-"

"No buts. It's lasting far longer than that." Freddie began, pausing to look at him and giving a sincere smile. "Oh don't worry darling, it'll all be worth it later on once you've gotten some alcohol in you and get in to the swing of the party!"

Freddie laid back into the passenger seat, laying his hands behind his head while he continued rambling on about his plans for the party once again, every passing second his grip around the steering wheel tightening until his knuckles went white. Keep it together, he's gonna have his fun later on and you don't need to stay out there the entire time with that! He let out a low growl and kicked the car out of park and drove off, trying his best to tune his lover's nonsense out into the background so that he could stay sane. God he's frustrating. Can't go a bloody week without going to some damn twelve-hour long party with enough alcohol in him to poison him!

Every party was paradoxically different yet the exact same, at least if Freddie was allowed to go all out in some massive space. Hundreds of tawdry decorations scattered around the entire area, each one dazzling or reflecting the many colors from his own choice of lights, almost every kind of legal alcohol under the sun available with a matching amount of food for people to eat. Music constantly blaring so that one could hear it a good mile away and ranging from pure instrumental to him trying to sneak a track or two of their own music into the amps for people to enjoy. At least this time around he had some control tacked onto his party, if he even wanted to truly refer to it as that. He probably saw it more as a get together instead of an actual party. Probably was his whole reasoning for being this much of an oblivious prat to how he was acting. Shoving all his focus onto trying to impress the dozen or two people that were coming since that's all they could and would fit in their apartment, since there was no way in hell he and the other two were going to pack it as full as Freddie wanted, even though Roger did claim it seemed extremely interesting to try.

"Turn right! Pay attention already and stop zoning out." Freddie hissed, snapping his fingers in front of his face as he jumped out of his daze, fighting back a harsh response and jerking the steering wheel to the right, pulling a smirk as Freddie's whole body slammed into the passenger door.

"Careful! I'm not getting a concussion tonight." He stated, fixing his outfit and hair in the small mirror inside the visor above him.

Least I'll be able to sleep. John muttered internally as he pulled up to the front of the store once again, hearing Freddie huff to himself once again before getting out without another word to him. He'll be fine tomorrow, you know that. Just don't snap at him else he'll be even worse.

...

"Freddie this is the tenth thing you've given me to try on today and you've already found five things for yourself, can I just pick one and we can go home?" John begged as he handed the dark blue jeans back to their singer who was already admiring a row of jackets off to the side of the dressing rooms.

"Nonsense Deaky, it's not that much. Plus, you still need some more shit in your closet besides t-shirts and four pairs of the same style of jeans."

"Just because I don't have enough clothes to dress the entire continent of Europe does not mean I have nothing to wear!"

"Ugh, fine then. But we're coming back out here sometime next week to get you some more variety. Pick your favorite stuff and we'll go. I'd like to spend more time here but we've got stuff to attend to." Freddie finally agreed, annoyance and disappointment tinging every word that came out of his mouth.

"I've been telling you that for an hour!" John argued as he began rummaging through the array of clothes he'd thrown at him over their visit, quickly choosing a random dark blue button up and black trousers and handing the rest over to his lover to put back as soon as possible. His frustration from earlier had, thankfully, subsided to the back of his thoughts, his mind just growing more and more bored with Freddie's love to spend five years browsing a single store to find a myriad of outfits for just himself to wear, let alone if he was shopping for someone else as well. As soon as he caught him heading towards another rack of trousers, John lunged towards him and grabbed the back of his shirt, dragging him away from the clothes and towards the cash register.

"Five more minutes, I think I saw something good back there!" Freddie whined, struggling against his grasp.

"Freddie love, it'll be there tomorrow. Don't worry about it." He told him in his calmest voice.

Freddie groaned loudly, silencing himself immediately, a refreshing sense of satisfaction filling him at the sudden quietness from their singer as he let himself be hauled to the front of the store.

"There, done and over with, now can we please-" John began.

"Yes, yes we're going home alright." Freddie cut him off, handing the cash back over to the man behind the cash register as he rung up their purchase. "We'll finish everything up there and we'd better have it done before everyone gets there. Oh, and don't you dare think you're going back to sleep."

"Excuse me?" John asked, taking his clothes from the cashier as the older man rushed ahead of him.

"You bloody well heard me." Freddie said in that cocky voice, grabbing the front of his shirt out of revenge and tugging him out of the store, the bewildered face of their cashier being the last thing before Freddie towed him out of the door. "I am not wasting anymore time before tonight. We've roughly three hours left to get everything in order and I swear to God if the other two aren't back yet."

"Wait, wait, you said I could relax when we get home." John said, yanking Freddie's hand off the front of his shirt.

"Well that was when we had time. There's none as of now so you're staying up to help just like the other two."

"Freddie." John griped. "I am exhausted, just gimme five minutes, please."

He didn't respond, instead slamming his door behind him and crossing his arms across his chest, remaining deadly silent as John carelessly tossed his new outfit into the back of the car with their other purchases. Anger boiled beneath his skin as his earlier annoyances began rising to the surface. God I swear, I hope someone ruins this damn thing for you or you forget something. Fucking hell, anything to distract you tonight. Just so that you're not focused on this shit and will listen to me. Dammit I'll do it myself if I have to.

...

By time they'd gotten home that afternoon, John's frustration with their singer had settled into a heated desire for some kind of vengeance, some possible way to get back at his boyfriend for being such a bitchy child throughout the day and not even listening to him once during it. Luckily, he didn't have to endure much more yelling from him regarding laziness or tardiness since the other two had indeed beaten them home and set up what they were required to do, managing to find some time to curl up on their couch and fall into a deep sleep while in each other's arms. Unsurprisingly, Freddie had quickly awoken them as soon as he entered their flat, cruelly tearing them out of their nap and nearly making Roger fall out onto their floor. He had grown close to simply knocking him over the head at the moment, but he held back, only feeling his irritation grow inside of him.

Guests had arrived sooner than expected, but they'd gotten everything together to Freddie's liking, John trying his best to sneak off into their bedroom for a quick nap before it all started, only to be yanked awake by Freddie howling at him to get up and forcing him to stay out there, only making slightly harsher ideas for payback run through his head, ranging from dumping a glass of wine down his back to straight up kicking him in the shin the next time he annoyed him with his petty behavior.

Now with the music playing, guests and his friends gladly mingling among the crowd, and his mind slightly slurred from the three glasses of wine he'd quickly downed, everything was starting to fit together, although he was still contemplating throwing one of the pastries that lined the table at their singer's face the next time he crossed his sight. God he was such an oblivious little prat once he got into a party mood. He would've loved to march over to where his friends were and embarrass him or at the least be around him and not speak but having to spend more than three minutes with most of them was damn near torture and the ones he actually liked were nowhere in sight.

John stifled a groan of annoyance as he watched his lover make his way across their flat and turn the music up, making him sink even further into the wall to try and make himself vanish from sight. Despite his efforts to remain hidden, Freddie finally took notice of him, eagerly rushing away from his group and pulling him off the wall.

"Come now John it's a party. You've gotta have fun at some point tonight!"

"I would be if you let me do anything I wanted to do today instead of following you around like I'm your pet." He retorted, Freddie's bewildered expression being the first thing that made him smile that night.

"John I'm really sorry about earlier. You know how I get anyway and I-"

"It's fine." He told him bluntly.

"No it wasn't and-"

"Look, I'll do something later on but just let me be right now." John finished, his frustration starting to stir once again as the earlier events of the day began replaying in his mind, his body tensing as he shifted his lower body around, the tightness of the new trousers starting to irk him.

"Hey, look on the bright side! At least have some of that wine over there, it's one of your favorites and-Oh, looks like Phoebe got the last one...Eh, ah, just enjoy what we've got anyway darling." Freddie ushered, patting his shoulder before dashing away once again, his grip around his wine glass tightening. What on earth was so hard about just listening to him for once? It was like he had to watch over a child all the damn time and God forbid if he did something he didn't like when he got into a mood like this. It was annoying, it was immature, and it was frustrating him to the point beyond reason.

"Such a romantic, isn't he?"

John raised an eyebrow as their drummer leaned back against their wall, his hair looking completely disheveled, clothes torn up and wrinkled with the top three buttons undone, and a slightly dazed look in his eyes as he motioned towards his partner.

"Most of the time, yes, but now? He's acting more like a dog who's been cooped up for a month, meanwhile you look like one." John answered.

"Blame Bri for that, he's got a bit too much alcohol inside of him right now. Not enough to snog me in front of everyone but just enough to drag me off into our bedroom for five minutes."

"Tsk, least yours is paying attention to you. He's hardly listened to me for the past two days! Let alone do anything with me that's worthwhile."

"Oh really?" Roger asked in mock-curiosity that John elected to ignore.

"Yes really! He's being a complete prat again! Every damn time he's got shit like this planned he tunes me out and I just want him to listen to me for once and stop aggravating that living hell out of me!" He spat, pulling at the front of his trousers for the umpteenth time that night. "God I swear; Freddie better return these damn things they've been tight on me for the past two hours!"

"I think it's just you being blind to your body's response to your, ahem, 'frustration'." Roger teased, John's face immediately paling at his suggestion before immediately darkening to a bright red.

"Believe me, there's more than just being sensual to get someone aroused and it looks like being annoyed with your lover's one that works for you."

"I-I do not have a bloody boner right now because of him!" John argued, crossing his legs over his lower body to try and keep it out of Roger's gaze.

"Well then I suggest you take whatever beer bottle you stuffed down there out so that they're not so tight or you use this opportunity to go get in Fred's pants and embarrass him. The guy's got a sex drive like a rabbit, shouldn't take much to get his body to listen." Roger told him with a shrug, heading over to the table of drinks besides them before heading back over to the crowd of people that were surrounding his boyfriend.

What on earth is he thinking? Getting shagged right now with all these people out here? John thought as he desperately tried to ignore the tightness of his trousers around his lower body. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he'd subconsciously known the entire time that his annoyance towards their singer was the cause behind all this. He'd kill to be able to escape all this for a few minutes to try and get rid of it himself, but he knew better. It would settle it for a pitiful half an hour since he'd have to come right back out here to endure Freddie shenanigans once again and the whole cycle would start over. But what on earth was he supposed to do? Drag Freddie away from his friends and not expect them to be suspicious of his whereabouts, especially since they were both going to be gone behind a locked door for a bit if he could lure him into their bedroom. Just to get him in there, for him to finally be his focus and no one else's that night, for him to finally take some initiative in what they'd do together for the first time-

Dammit stop it! John ordered himself, fighting back a harsh groan as his trousers grew tighter around his hardening member. God, just, go away already. You're not getting anything tonight especially with that scrawny weasel. He thought, the sight of having his lover pinned against their wall with his shirt hanging open to expose his chest to him only making him more frustrated as he downed the rest of his wine in one quick swig, the sudden warm rush giving him a moment of relaxation before his eyes fell back on the crowd. Maybe what Roger had told him wasn't so bad after all. What better way was there to get him to listen unless he made an effort to play off of Freddie's weak spots? His member twitched again against its tight confinements, his body starting to act for itself as he made his way through the group of people that filled their apartment. This is crazy John, what if he calls you out? Then you're the one that's embarr-Oh like it matters, it'll be fun anyway...He thought as a small smirk made its way onto his face.

"...It was hell! Everyone was barking at us to hurry up and I swear I was gonna knock that bloke behind me over the head if he didn't shut up!" Freddie retold, waving his hands around in accordance with what he spoke as he mimicked a hard swing of his fist through the air, only managing to miss one of his listeners' face by a few centimeters.

Without any prior warning, John wrapped his arms around Freddie's waist, his sentence immediately being cut off as the rest of his group began talking amongst themselves, a few shooting a stray glance towards him every now and then as he buried his face into his side.

"Hmm, come here babe, I'm sorry for snapping earlier." He cooed, pulling him back towards the wall of their apartment to keep him away from the rest of the people that he would've drifted off to talking with.

"It's alright love but-"

"No, no I wanna apologize, come on-" He began slipping his hand through the few open spaces between the button of Freddie's shirt. "-Why not make it a fun one?"

"John! Not now, I'm busy and-"

"Just a bit of fun, come on now, take a break from everyone here. The night's still young, why not get the more...private stuff out of the way now so it won't come up later?" He probed, letting his hands move south as he straightened himself up and let his lips run along the back of his partner's neck, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards as he felt him shudder softly against his light grasp.

Freddie remained silent, blankly staring ahead as he pulled him closer, shifting his own body and angling his hips so that he could press his lower body against his, smirking immediately as he felt Freddie push back against his hard on.

"Forget the party, I want you...so badly..." He whispered, his partner softly snickering at his suggestion.

"You sly dog." He began, turning around to face him and pressing his index finger into the center of his chest. "Maybe later on. A late night shag shouldn't be-"

"Fuck waiting, come on now. The bedroom's right over there and imagine how fun it'd be doing it right now."

He maneuvered the two of them over to the wall, letting his hands slowly run across his partner's body as he untucked his shirt from under the hem of his trousers. He let out a soft sigh of longing at the thought of tackling him onto their bed, getting to fully act on his desires without any random glances from anyone around them while Freddie gladly obliged, reciprocating the actions as soon as he got back into his own dominant position.

"I suggest we move some of this to the bedroom, that is unless you don't mind doing anything out here with everyone to watch." John told him, sneaking his hand underneath his shirt and faintly drawing random lines along his stomach. "Now that'd be fun."

As Roger had told him, it didn't take much for him to get their singer going. Frustration was already starting to coat his lovely gaze as he continually shifted his lower body away from his to keep his attention of the obvious progress he was making in breaking him. Freddie pulled a smirk, leaning forward ever so slightly and opened his mouth to say something back to him. Whatever it was that he was going to tell him was cut off as he latched his mouth onto his, moving his hands over to his back and pulling even more of his shirt out from under his jeans. He faintly heard him gasp as he tried his best taking control of the kiss by trying his best to get him into it, something succeeded in quite quickly as he removed his hands from the wall behind them, threw them around his back, and curled them into the back of his shirt, his own body letting out a soft groan as his pants grew tighter around him.

"Be patient, maybe in a bit frisky boy." Freddie replied, lightly moving his index finger in a circular motion at the top of his back, the light touch only making him crave something far rougher.

"If you insist, although I know how much you'd love to see me down on my knees with your cock down my throat." He said, grinning at the immediate intrigue that lit up his boyfriend's eyes at his sultry words. "Or if you want we can skip all the foreplay and get to the main thing right now. I know you don't mind a nice, quick shag-"

"N-not now, later on. Come on love I've put so much work into this party and-"

"And so you should enjoy it a bit more than usual. Make it truly memorable by fucking the daylights out of me while everyone's out here listening to music and chatting." He nearly begged, tugging him closer and pushing his lower body against Freddie's, shuddering softly at the touch of his hardening member hitting his own.

Freddie tensed up as soon as his lover's mouth hit the side of his neck, stifling a harsh groan as his jeans continued to tighten around his lower body, his own damned lust making it harder to control his actions and body's reactions to everything John was doing to him. He wanted to ask what the hell had gotten into him. Hell their roles should have been reversed in this instance since he hardly ever got so animated when it came to getting this intimate in front of others, although it hadn't been unheard of him. Yet even though there was this annoying part of him that was telling him to take him underneath one of their tables, he was still trying to find something to say to get him off of him and save it for a few hours down the road.

He knew that as soon as those thoughts began making their way into his mind that he had lost the battle. He'd been craving a proper session for days now, their last one being so unsatisfying that the mere imagine of having him unclothed beneath him with him pleading for more, shaking from pleasure, and having his cock hard and stiff against the palm of his hand was making him curse himself for not being able to listen to what he was telling John himself.

"Fuck it you damned dog." He groaned through gritted teeth, pulling him down to meet his gaze. "Get in the damn bedroom."

He felt John's hand latch to the bottom of his shirt, feeling him eagerly tug at the fabric as he led him away from the group of people and down towards the nearly empty hallway. He leaned forward, grabbing the edge of his lover's shirt and yanking it out from underneath his own trousers and let his hand roam south along his waist.

John nearly threw him into their room as soon as he unlocked their door, quickly slamming the door shut behind him, the click of the lock soon following as he leaned back against his nightstand. He dug his nails into the hard wood, watching as John turned around and fell back against the door, his fiery gaze meeting his as countless desires stormed through his mind. He waited for either of them to snap, one of them to lunge at the other and take the initiative. The newfound frustration with him caving into his lover's lust forced him to keep silent, instead letting his mind taunt him and tease him with what he knew would be only a few minutes away. Having him yank off his clothes while he reciprocated the action, making more progress along his body so that he could have him back down between his legs with his stiffening member down his throat. Or he would gladly take control and pin him against the door and take him into his mouth without even removing the rest of his outfit.

The frustration around the two of them rapidly thickened, John soon breaking the silence as he charged at him, pushing him off of the nightstand and onto their bed. His mouth attacked his, the feeling of his hands coming back in contact with his bare skin beneath his shirt only making him more desperate for the final part of this unplanned session. Hell he'd take skipping all of this damned foreplay and jumping right into getting back on top of him and having him shout louder than the still blaring music coming from their living room.

Sweet alcohol hit his tongue as soon as John's mouth hit his. Quick flicks of his tongue against his that were soon followed by long drags as he relished in that devilish taste and feeling. He pulled back, pressing the side of his face into the pillow behind him as his mouth traveled along his throat, his hands already starting to undo the buttons to his shirt. Before he could make much more progress, he moved his upper body out of his way and wrapped his arms around his back. His body tensed as he managed to flip him over onto the bed, John's eyes slowly opening back up as he spread his legs even more so for him. He stood still for a few moments, trying to recompose himself and keep himself from listening solely to his body's current searing lust.

Not even a few seconds later, his attempt gave out. He tore open the first buttons to his partner's shirt, his heavy breathing only making his arousal spike as his member gave an angry throb against its confinement.

"H-hurry up d-dammit." John managed, his leg giving a sudden twitch against his side as he raised his hips up from the mattress, the feeling of his hard cock through his jeans making him subconsciously move his hand away from his shirt and right back down to his waist.

"Relax babe, you were so bloody eager to get in here. I think I'll take my time now that it's my turn." He answered, lightly toying around with his boyfriend's zipper while letting the back of his hand run along his erection, his breathing hastening at the soft touch.

Every passing second made John's lust and arousal stir anxiously within him, his nerves trembling with anticipation. He was so close to flipping him back over so that he could take his chance with teasing the living hell out of him so that he could get a taste of how he had been feeling all day. He pressed himself against Freddie's hand that was still rubbing against his nether regions, groaning loudly as he quickly removed it and slipped it back under his shirt. He shifted around beneath him, glancing down at his lover's own bulge that was mere centimeters away from hitting his own. Without another thought, he moved his hands behind his lover and pushed him down and ground his hips against his, hearing him softly moan from above him, his gaze drifting away from his lower body and meeting his.

"Not in the mood for listening tonight, are you?"

"Hell you weren't all fucking day." He growled in response, shuddering as he felt his nails dig into the small of his back.

A small smirk snuck up on his face at the stunned light in Freddie's eyes. During that moment of distraction, he knocked Freddie's hand away from his lower body and undid the button to his jeans, soon tugging down the zipper just as Freddie came back to the situation at hand. His lover moved his hand away, pinning both his wrists down to the bed as he lowered himself to his lower body, grabbing the end of his shirt with his teeth and roughly pulling it up to expose the bottom half of his stomach. His body twitched as he felt the tip of Freddie's tongue flick across his skin, the delicate touch only frustrating him more so than before. The tips of his teeth began hitting his stomach, his boyfriend adding a few teasing nips at the open area before he latched his lips to the start of his waist and began harshly sucking at the skin. Arousal streamed through his body, his hand tightening its hold on the blanket to keep him from making any more progress in getting his outfit off or showing anything else that would show how vulnerable he really was to Freddie's tactics.

Soon Freddie removed his mouth from his lower body, his hand moving back over to his inner thigh as he drew a random design along the head of his stiff cock. Another piece of his control fell away as he moved his hands up to the sides of his jeans and tugged them down along his waist. Freddie instinctively pulled back, laying his hands on either side of him as he quickly pushed his arms out, his hands releasing their hold around the hem of his jeans.

"D-dammit come on, get down there already you bloody tease." He hissed, his lust driven mindset blocking out his usual love for Freddie's long teasing sessions.

Before he could get another sentence out, Freddie latched his hands on either side of his jeans and tugged them and his underwear down just enough so his member could be free from its prison. He loudly sighed with relief, a soft moan of pleasure following as he felt Freddie's hot tongue return to his body, feeling him eagerly place more of those hard bites along the soft skin that surrounded his nether regions. Puffs of his hot breath hit the edges of his aching length, pleads for him to actually get going continually rising up only to freeze in his throat as soon as he moved to an entirely new spot to toy around with his frenzied state once more.

"I swear I'll shove you onto it if you don't get going!" John managed, his member giving a painful pulse at the thought of having his dick down Freddie's throat.

"Someone's being impatient tonight. Lemme just play around, make it worth my while for being dragged out of my party." Freddie told him, laying his index finger on the middle of his chest as he brought his other hand up to the crook of his leg, his nails digging into the sensitive skin as he tried angling his body to have his hand hit his shaft.

"I-I think I deserve some sort of compensation for p-putting up with you all day." John shot back, seeing that playful fire light up his lover's darkened gaze as he moved his thumb away from his leg and over to his member, making sure to leave it hovering a mere millimeter away from the base.

"As said-" Freddie started, grabbing the collar of his shirt and holding him up from the bed. "We'll get there."

"Wait till I get my turn dammit." John retorted, trying to come up with another threat to get back at what he had put him through for the entire day.

Freddie merely smirked, letting him fall back down to the mattress. The sudden impact knocked the weak breath out of him, Freddie's sudden grip around his length only making it harder for him to take it back in. He squirmed beneath him, steadying his breathing as fast as he could as his hand ran along his stiff member, flashes of pleasure soon following and evoking those soft gasps from his antsy frame.

"Who says you're getting a turn? You wanted this so badly, I think I'll keep the control." His lover whispered in that low tone, his own lust being held back yet still audible in every single word.

Anger stormed through him. How could he have the nerve to even think he'd be that submissive to him this entire time? Power suddenly surged through his body as he grabbed both of Freddie's arms and flipped him back over onto the bed, pinning both one of his arms to the bed as he used the other to tug his trousers and undergarments back up. He leaned in, seeing that challenge ignite his brown gaze once again as he tried to free himself from underneath him.

"Try me Mercury." He stated, bringing one of his hands down to Freddie's lower body, the defiance weakening for a split second as he pulled down the zipper to his jeans, eagerly tugging it down and undoing the button as he brought it back up to his stomach. "I think I'll take the control for now. Especially since you've had damn near all of it the entire day."

Just as Freddie opened his mouth to refute, he shoved his hand down the hem of his trousers, and ran it along his inner thigh, making sure to keep any part of him away from his covered length. His own body tensed as he felt it push even more so against the confinements of his boxers. Everything inside him was begging for him to stop playing around with him and get what it really wanted. Stop it, you know damn well he doesn't deserve satisfaction that quickly. He told himself, bringing two of his fingers up and tracing a delicate line along his covered length that made him fidget beneath him.

Freddie bit back another reply, feeling it die out in his throat as he continued teasing him with those gentle touches along his stiffening member. His body twitched with every touch along the sensitive area, his hands forcefully latching themselves to the blankets as to keep him steady and not give John the pleasure of seeing him snap. Just as he had done, he brought his mouth up to his damp skin, his mouth finding its way to his shirt as he lapped at the already visible space, his right hand latching itself to the buttons once more while he moved the other across his stomach and pressed his body back down into the mattress. He kicked at the blankets as he felt another rush of arousal make its way through his body and tighten the prison around his aching cock, the restricted movements that his lower body was making made it only harder for him to fight back any sounds.

In an instant John's hands were back down at the hem of his jeans, his mouth moving up to his collarbone to try and silence him as he tore off his trousers, purposefully leaving his boxers around his lower body. Without another word, he shoved his hand down into his undergarments and teasingly ran his hand along his hot member, Freddie's tense frame giving a sharp twist as a soft moan escaped from his parted lips. More followed, everything blurring as he tuned in onto the feeling of his hand wrapping around the end of his dick and his thumb running right along that highly sensitive underside. He managed to pry his eyes open as he looked over to his partner, seeing him grind his own bulge against the palm of his free hand while he continued to stroke his member through his boxers.

Suddenly John removed his grasp from around his lower body, moving his hands over to his waist and pressing him down into the mattress. An uncharacteristic spark of power lit up his gaze as he quickly tore off his boxers. He undid the last button to his own shirt, quickly throwing it off of his body before John could bother with keeping him confined in the damp garment. However, he hadn't seemed to have taken notice of his action. Just as he reached out to grab the back of his partner's head, he leaned in and took the head of his stiff length into his mouth and eagerly took down the next few inches. He pulled off of it a second later, moving his mouth over to his inner thigh and adding a few gentle nips at the sensitive skin.

"Oh-oh God come on now-" He begged as John moved even closer to his member, his hot tongue occasionally moving up the crook of his leg.

To his surprise, John gladly returned to his earlier endeavors. He took his length back into his mouth, flattening his tongue against the shaft and running it along the sides. Freddie shuddered at the hot touch along his cock, his hands slowly moving behind him to grab the edges of the pillow he was rested against. Through his haze of pleasure, he tried his best to steady his breathing, desperately hoping to not make too much noise. Unfortunately, he figured John was trying his best to evoke the loudest noises he could from him before he let him resume control. Those long drags of his tongue across his length, the occasional squeeze from his hand that was wrapped around the remaining inches, hell even the random touch from his other hand along his body was making it difficult for him to remain silent.

A few soft gasps made their way out of him as John moved his focus up to the tip of his cock, the small tip of his tongue repeatedly flicking across the sensitive area as a rather loud moan made its way out of his body. He managed to hear John's little scoff from beneath him, his body responding by bringing his hands down off of the pillow behind him and shoving him back down onto his member. His dick gave a hard pulse against John's tongue as he pushed him down even more so.

"Hmm God yes, oh God yes..." He moaned as his lover's hot mouth ran down along his cock. Finally John fought back and removed his hands from the back of his head, pinning them to the side of his body and slipping off of his member.

"Such a desperate thing tonight aren't you?" He asked in a devilish tone. Freddie lunged forward and grabbed his lover before he got another word out, bringing him back down into a heated kiss. He lead John's hand back over to his stiff member, feeling its hard hold back around its base as his head fell back into the pillows.

"L-like you've never been like that b-before." Freddie replied, giving a loud grunt as John viciously tightened his hand around his cock, the slight sting that came through the grip making his lower body shudder.

"Fuck you're such a turn on." John breathed heavily.

Freddie smirked in response. "And a fucking tease at that too." John continued as he dove back down to his lower body, taking his cock back into his mouth and slowly running his tongue along it, pleasure slowly rolling through his body at every movement he made across it.

Just like he had figured earlier, Freddie was completely melting into his palm with just a few dirty words and him taking some of the initiative from him this time around. He took him down deeper, watching his jaw go slack as he parted his legs even more so, growling in pleasure at the feeling. He softly sucked at his lover's member, hearing him hiss with delight at the sensation as his grip around the bedsheets tightened. To make it even better for his boyfriend, he bobbed his head along his length, ceasing his previous sucking actions and taking in his own pleasure at the sight of his partner going completely mental from above him. His heavy breathing, that slight shuddering, and all those low moans that he knew he was desperately trying to stifle so no one would hear them from out in the living room.

"Lemme hear you. Forget about them." John told him. "They're not gonna hear a damned thing and I wanna hear you beg for me." He leaned in once more. "Unless you want me to stop now?" He asked, Freddie's eyes widening at the mere suggestion.

His lover didn't give him an audible response, instead taking that time he let his guard down to maneuver himself out from underneath him. He pushed him over, his body falling into Freddie's previous spot as Freddie got on top of him.

"Yes, stopping now wouldn't be too bad." He said playfully, shoving his hand back down his undergarments and grabbing his length. At once he fell silent. Pleasure softly rolled through his body as he tried soothing his already fast paced breathing. Freddie quickly tore off the rest of his outfit along his lower body, soon making his way over to getting his shirt off of him. Both of them feverishly reached out for each other's shirt, trying to get the other's off before their partner finished getting theirs off.

In the end, Freddie ended up winning. Quickly making work of his victory, he tore off his shirt and let it fall to the floor. John watched impatiently as his eyes ran along his uncovered body, his own member just barely missing his partner's hard cock.

Without having to say anything, Freddie reached over to his nightstand, quickly grabbing the small bottle that was hiding in the corner. He threw it down onto the duvet, John taking no time in undoing the rest of his and letting it fall next to his on the ground. John tugged him back down, moaning out as his mouth hit the side of his neck and he brought his hips down to hit his. Harsh growls of satisfaction escaped from both of them, each growing more excited and pleased now that their body's desires were being listened to. That mere feeling of having his length grind against his while Freddie's hands roamed his body, roughly scratching at any patch of skin he got to, drove him mad.

Those devilish sounds that were escaping from his lover started getting to him, John's own face covered in an overzealous expression as he ran his nails across his back. Freddie reached out for the small bottle he'd laid next to his lover, his member giving a hard throb as his partner spread his legs even further. He coated the palm of his hand in an abundant amount of lube, bringing it up to his lover's body. A soft gasp escaped from John's tense frame. To help ease the younger man's troubles, Freddie latched his free hand to his hard cock, earning another intense sound of desire slip from John's mouth. Using his forearm, he pushed down to keep his lower body still as he teasingly ran his thumb across his entrance, earning a few shocked whimpers of pleasure and longing from his keen partner.

While using very little effort, he pushed his thumb up inside of him, watching as his face tensed up for a split second before relaxing against the pillow. He frantically grabbed at the sheets as he twisted his thumb around inside of him, turning his hand over so his dripping fingers could just barely touch the base of his length.

And just as fast as it started, Freddie removed it from inside of him, watching him whine out of dissatisfaction at the lack of anything inside him once more. He gladly pushed his two fingers up inside of him, spreading them apart as much as he could while pulling them in and out of him. John's body twisted beneath him, Freddie's own excitement spiking as he made a sharp movement within him, hearing him yelp as he wrapped his hand around his length.

"Lemme hear you." Freddie ordered as he gave his cock a hard squeeze, John inhaling sharply and tightening around the two digits inside of him.

"Oh-Oh God yes..." He moaned, still twitching with anticipation beneath him. Freddie pushed his fingers up inside of him, running the tips around inside until he garnered that lovely little cry from John. Without waiting, he rapidly ran the two fingers across the same spot, watching his eyes flutter up behind his eyelids as he growled with pleasure, repeatedly tightening around his fingers.

"Yes! Jesus...Oh God!" John howled from under him. That sheer pleasure of having his hand around his member while stroking his sweet spot just so was enough to drive him near the edge in just a few minutes. His own pleasure only heightened as Freddie pressed a third finger up inside of him, still managing to hit his prostate with extreme precision.

"L-like that, fuck keep-Going!" He gasped out. John threw his hands up behind him, grasping the pillow and raising his back up from the bed. His jaw fell slack, every gasp and moan easily escaping from his excited frame.

Unfortunately, his ecstasy suddenly stopped as soon as Freddie removed his fingers from inside of him. He smirked, baring that cheeky grin of his as he grabbed both sides of his head and pushed his lips onto his, sucking his tongue into his mouth and dragging his own across it. Before John could even respond to Freddie's sudden kiss, his lover's hand ran across his chest, pausing for a split second to tease his aching dick with a quick rub of his thumb against the head. He moaned into their kiss as Freddie's hand disappeared from his lower body.

The covers shifted beneath him as Freddie's hand ran across them, soon coming across the lube that was pressed up against his chest. In an instant, it was gone. John kept his eyes shut, even though he was well aware of what his partner was now doing. His cock pulsed with fervor and impatience. The rest of his body responded to its zeal and wrapped its legs around his lover's body, already feeling the wet tip of his length against his.

Tension swarmed around both of them, John's whole body unable to move, completely paralyzed from waiting so damn long for his turn to get what he wanted. Although he wouldn't admit it now, Freddie was already having a hard time keeping himself from diving right into this session and finishing in the next minute. That devilish lust that burned in his eyes and the satisfied look of continuing to tease him with the head of his cock running along the sides of his own length was only making it even harder for him to remain silent.

"F-fuck come on..." He managed, lifting his hips up and pushing his lower body down to try and get him inside of him once more. Thankfully, Freddie happily responded, teasing his entrance with the head of his length for a few seconds before swiftly pushing it up inside of him.

A small whimper slipped out of his mouth. Even with doing this dozens of times, one couldn't help but still feel a quick jolt of pain and discomfort when someone entered you. As expected, it died off in an instant, satisfaction rolling through his body as Freddie continued pushing himself deeper and deeper inside of him until his own satisfied moan of pleasure fell out of him. He felt Freddie's hands around both of his wrists, pinning them to the mattress as he began slowly rocking his hips, his thick cock sliding effortlessly in and out of his body.

"F-faster, oh God c-come on..." He begged.

"Desperate...are we?" Freddie asked between thrusts, his sentence ending with a harsh groan of pleasure.

John nodded quickly, pulling his legs even tighter around Freddie's lower body to try and get him even deeper inside of him. Pleasure continued streaming through his body, every inch of him glad to finally be listened to for once. That irritating discomfort in his cock was the only thing keeping him out of pure bliss, that part of his body still demanding even more than what he was getting from his lover.

Yet Freddie remained persistent, not giving up just yet in his endeavors to keep his lover waiting until the final few moments of their session to finally give him everything he wanted. However, that didn't mean he was going to be cruel to him. After all, John had been the one to start this whole thing that night. He leant forward, attacking the side of his neck while releasing his wrists, his own body relishing in that feeling of his nails digging into the skin on his back.

Waves of pleasure stormed through his body as he felt John's tight ass around his length, every single thrust only making him more satisfied than the last. He eagerly sped up his movements, his body's own desires getting the better of him. Another loud moan fell out of his partner, Freddie reciprocating with his own against the side of his throat.

Freddie dragged his hands across the sides of his chest, bringing them around to the back of his body and grabbing each side of his rear, another bolt of arousal making its way through his body. His cock pulsed within his lover, already demanding release after such a short amount of time. But he fought it back, slowing down ever so slightly to try and tease John one last time.

"D-don't you fucking d-dare!" John argued in a hard voice.

"God you're such a turn on." Freddie replied in a sultry tone, grabbing John's stiff length. John's body arched up from the bed as he tightened around Freddie's hard member, earning a long string of moans from him as he paused entirely, his body recovering from the sudden pleasure that crashed through him.

Soon he began moving, watching with eagerness as John's own impatience began reaching its peak. His body was no longer sitting still in any way. His legs moved with his while his arms tried desperately to grab onto something to steady himself. His head twisted along the pillow while he continually moaned out of satisfaction. Once more, Freddie pushed himself deep inside of his lover, right down to the base of his cock, earning a content groan from his partner as he angled his hips and pulled back, grinning as John let out another strident cry of pleasure.

"Right there! Jesus right there!" He shouted, writhing beneath him as he tightened around his member once more.

"Like that?" He asked, repeatedly moving his length across his partner's sweet spot and savoring the pleasure that filled his face. John pushed down onto his cock, desperately trying to get him deeper inside of him while he took to speeding up his own movements.

"God h-harder...Oh my god Freddie..." John whimpered from under him. His head fell back into the pillows behind him. Fiery pleasure shot through his body, his control ripped right from him as he relished that satisfying feeling of having his lover's hard member effortlessly slip in and out of his lower body.

"Fuck oh God oh fuck; you feel so good around me..." Freddie sputtered out, his head falling back to the top of his spine as he sped up his movements with the next set of thrusts.

Out of nowhere, Freddie pulled back, leaving just the head of his length inside of him. Acting on pure instinct, John cried out in resistance, trying to pull him back in with his legs as his cock pulsed out of frustration at the abrupt halt in his pleasure. Freddie merely reached out, trying his damnedest to hold back his own frustration. Alas, his harsh breathing easily gave it all away. He quickly grabbed the bottle of lube, spreading another generous amount along his member and pushing himself back inside of him, earning a hefty groan from both of them.

There was no buildup this time around. Each of them fell back into their own pleasure, completely tuned into themselves and the other's movements instead of what was happening outside of their room. John tore viciously at the sheets, trying his best to keep his breathing steady as to not pass out but ultimately failing every time he choked out another moan of pleasure.

"John...Oh my God yes..." Freddie moaned, his thrusting only speeding up as his eyes fell shut.

"K-keep going...Oh yes Freddie, l-like that..."

As fast as it had all started, John felt it coming to a close. All he could muster at this point were a few pitiful groans and whispers of Freddie's name. His cock hardened with one last jolt of arousal, the rapid buildup of his climax in his lower body only taking away more of his ability to talk.

"Oh John...Oh my God John..." Freddie moaned once more against the shell of his ear, grabbing his waist and digging his nails into his lower body. He opened his mouth to reply. But every word got caught inside of his throat as he wrapped his arms around Freddie's back, his head falling to the top of his spine. One of his hands released its grip on Freddie, curling into a tight fist around the blankets as he held his breath for those last few seconds. His jaw went slack, his back arching upwards and hitting Freddie's chest as his climax crashed over him, rapidly spreading through his body and making it freeze in place. He emptied himself out onto Freddie's stomach, taking in a sharp breath as he felt Freddie speed up his final few thrusts into his body, suddenly falling down on top of him and letting out a sharp groan of relief as he let his load loose inside of him.

Nothing happened for a few seconds, his muscles finally relaxing as he fell back against the bed, sucking in as much air as possible to soothe himself back down to recover from his release. Freddie panted heavily against the side of his neck, shakily moving his hands off of his body and pulling out of him with one quick pull. His own body was far too numb to notice, still wrapped up in the bliss from earning its orgasm after so many hours of frustration with his partner.

"T-that was worth leaving t-the party...Now wasn't it?" John asked, feeling Freddie nod against his shoulder as he pushed himself up, using the back of his hand to wipe away the many drops of sweat that clung to his face.

"Oh fuck how long have we even been in here?" Freddie asked, searching around for their clock and groaning after seeing that it had been roughly twenty minutes.

"Like it's never been longer than that."

"So, you want to answer to everyone out there?"

"Hmm...I don't mind actually." John answered playfully, running his hand across Freddie's chest and earning that cheeky grin from his lover.

"You're such a tease, you know that? Never would've expected it from you though."

Both of them gave a soft laugh, soon planting a kiss on each other's lips. Freddie collapsed onto the side of the bed next to him. John rolled over, wrapping his arms around Freddie's body and laying his head against his chest, tuning into the slowing beat of his heart, and ignoring the muffled thump of the music from outside their room.

Before either really had a chance to relax, someone banged loudly against their door. John sat up immediately, drawing the covers over his lower body while Freddie did similar.

"Ay! Hurry up already, someone's been badgering me for the past ten minutes about where you've wandered off to!" Roger shouted through their door, knocking a few more times just in case they hadn't heard him the first twenty.

"B-be right out!" Freddie shouted back, rushing as fast as he could to get out of their bed, John following soon after. He grabbed a bundle of clothes off the ground, tugging them onto his body and buttoning up his shirt within the last few seconds. Freddie was busy pulling on his socks from earlier, John heading over to the door and waiting for him to finish up.

A self-satisfied look had started to creep up on his face as he leaned back against the wall, looking at his lover and then the carnage of their vicious session on top of their bed. Sheets were torn out from underneath the bed, the blanket twisted into an odd ball while one of their pillows hung limply over the side of the bed. Yet he couldn't help but feel perfectly content with what had happened. Worth it. He thought to himself.

"Oh get that smug look off your face before I take it off for you!" Freddie teased as he looked up at him with his arms crossed but a contrasting spirited look on his face.

"Then come get it off then." John invited, watching as he strolled over and pushed his mouth against his once more, taking him off of the wall and holding him close to his body. He snickered softly against Freddie's mouth, pushing his index finger into his chest.

"See, not so bad listening to me, is it?"

"Is that what this was all about?" Freddie asked.

"You needed a bit of a push in the right direction. Meaning, listen to me!" He retorted with that same smile still upon his face as he giggled humorously.

"I try to, but dammit you know me. Just hit me if I'm being like that."

"Now now, hitting's for a different sort of session."

"Oh you dog!" Freddie howled as he let him go, John holding the door open for him as the two of them headed back out to the party.

Hardly anyone had actually left. Music was still playing at the same volume as before and the only real difference was the amount of food and drinks upon the tables, each being diminished by a large amount.

"See! I told you I was right." Roger said from one of the tables.

"Oh shut it, you already told me this earlier." Brian replied, shoving him and earning a hearty laugh from their drummer.

"Doesn't matter, I told you they were shagging in the other room."

John's face immediately burned at their drummer's comment, even though he had dealt with plenty of those snide remarks earlier before getting Freddie in the bedroom.

"You two are aware you're wearing each other's shirts, right?" Brian commented, laughing as he pointed at Freddie, John only now taking notice that he was clad in his shirt from earlier. He glanced down, seeing Freddie's clinging to his body instead of his own, only worsening the blush on his face.

"Least I got something tonight, unlike you two." Freddie said, Roger merely shrugging.

"Who says?"

"Oh Jesus Roger..."

"Like you wouldn't mind a quick one after the party. Unless you want to do what these two did and take a break from all this now?"

"I will get you for that later." Brian answered, grabbing the back of Roger's shirt and tugging him over to where he was.

"Looks like someone wants to get frisky tonight." Freddie jeered while Roger pushed back from Brian's hold.

"Least I'm patient."

"For once." John commented, everyone laughing in response at his comment as he laid back against the table behind him. He knew it'd been worth it, though he might need to deal with Roger's comments for a few days about how impatient he was with sex. But it didn't really matter, he was still glad to have gotten his turn to control Freddie for just a bit, even with it having Roger's encouragement.

"Now," Freddie began. "Why don't you two go and disappear before you end up screwing on our couch in front of everyone."