"And so's ya mum!"

Roger shouted as he was tossed out of the liquor store with a bottle of beer in hand. The tall owner glared at him for a brief second. "Eh! Let me back in there! He ain't gonna talk about my band being shit without a black eye!"

"I'd suggest going home." He replied as he returned to his store.

"Fuck both ya then!"


He stumbled off. His eyesight was hazy and his hair a complete mess. He wasn't heading back to the hotel room, that he knew for sure. "I ain't seein' that arrogant bastard evah again!" He growled under his breath

He leaned against the brick wall at the entrance of a dark alley. He slumped down and took a sip of the beer. He threw the bottle at the wall and watched it shatter into multiple pieces, each landing loudly on the ground.

"Why can't anyone listen to me? I ain't stupid like they say I am." He muttered to himself.

He pulled his leg up and rested his arm on it with his head on his hand. For fucks sake! I'm a part of the bloody band too! Why do they get all the say in the band? Where's my ideas? Or John's?

Emotions welled up inside of him, a mix of anger, sadness, and confusion as he began crying into the palm of his hand, not caring if anyone saw him. His mind wasn't clear for the moment and he just wanted the night to be over. He'd been glad to get away from Brian and Freddie. No good bastards think they're all that! Going out to a bar seemed like a good enough idea at the time. Now, he just felt sick from everything. His stomach was in a knot from the alcohol and from everything that was running through his mind. God, can't anything good 'appen tonight?

"Roger?"

He froze and wiped away the remnants of his tears from his face as he glanced up. John Deacon was looking at him with a confused look spread across his face.

"Why're you out here alone and were you...crying?"

"Went to a bar, seemed like a better way to end a shit night and no, I was not crying!"

John rolled his eyes and stretched out a hand. "Come on, what happened?"

He jumped up and hugged him tight. "No one ever listens to me! All they do is let me bang away at my drums and treat me like an idiot!"

He felt John shift in place as he pushed back. He had a look of awkwardness in his eyes, but there was also a glimmer of happiness mixing with it, like he loved what was going on here, that Roger was talking to him about this.

"Come on, let's get back to the hotel an we'll talk there." He told him

...

Soon they were walking up the stairwell to the third floor where they were sharing the suite. Roger was partly falling asleep, hardly able to drag himself up the staircase without John's help.

"If it's a bloody five star hotel, why don't any of the damn elevators work?" He asked

"One of them did, you just didn't want to wait and thought this would be quicker." John replied

"No I didn't!"

"Yes, you did." He said with a slight laugh to his response, "Look, we'll get you back to the room and you can rest. You're not going back out tonight."

Roger didn't feel like arguing. The alcohol was wearing off now, giving him a slight headache, but it was helping him navigate where he had to go. He glanced over at John, who was still looking straight ahead, trying to avoid his gaze. He was a bright red color, why, Roger didn't know.

"Hey John, why don't ya have a girlfriend yet?"

"I'm sorry?"

"You heard me! We've been a band for almost ten years and you're the only one who's been single forever!"

"I..I just don't like anyone, that's it."

But Roger heard the hesitation in his voice. He stopped at the door to the floor and stood in front of it.

"Come on Roger, let's-" John began

"Not till you tell me who you like!" He teased

"N..No one!" He stuttered again

"You're a terrible liar!" He shouted

"Then who do you like? If you want me to tell, you go first!"

Roger paused. He wasn't to sure how to answer that. He'd never considered himself a player, but he didn't have a relationship with anyone at the moment. John looked at him, still waiting for an answer. He gazed into the green depths of his bandmate's eyes and felt a tension rise inside of him.No, you don't. Right? He shook his head,

"Not the point. You need someone! I've at least done something! Who, do, you like?"

John seemed to freeze up, fear running through his eyes. He took a deep breath and walked closer.

"Well, not any girl at the moment."

"What's that supposed-" He began

John grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer. He planted a firm kiss on Roger's mouth and kept a firm grip on his shirt. Roger was about to pull back, but he was surprised to feel a warmth spread through him. John stepped back, locking eyes with the drummer.

"Answer your question?"

Roger nodded quickly and pulled him back into a deep kiss. Now, John was the one to be shocked as Roger smirked mischievously.

"Wait, you like me?"

Roger considered this for a moment. It made enough sense. He'd always gotten along with John and loved being near him. Also, the two seemed to bond just like Brian and Freddie did sometimes.

"Yes!" He exclaimed, no longer lying to himself, "Good God yes! I've loved you John."

John's only response was a wide smile as he pulled him into another deep kiss. Their lips clashed in a moment of burning passion as John pulled back for a second, leaving his arms wrapped around Roger.

"Let's get to the bedroom, now."

"But, what about Freddie and Brian?"

"There's two doors for a reason. We'll take the other one."

They raced out of the stairwell and into their suite via the other door. John slammed the door behind him as their feet slammed on the floor beneath them. John yanked him back into a kiss, quickly tearing off the outer shirt that Roger was wearing. Roger's heart was pounding against his chest as he flicked his tongue against John's, earning a positive moan from him. John tore off Roger's old tank-top and threw it against the dresser that sat near the closet. John pushed Roger onto the bed. Roger looked up at him, surprised at the sudden movement of the usually quiet bassist. But, his eyes weren't quiet and meek right now. No, now they burned with lust and passion as he tore off his collared shirt and threw his shoes against the door with Roger's. He leapt onto the bed and pulled him into an embrace, quickly letting his tongue mingle with Roger's. Roger passed his hands over his bare skin, feeling the warmth of the other man on his palms. His body yearned for more attention from John, who gladly gave it to him. His mouth trailed along his neck as he rubbed his hands across Roger's bare chest. He let one hand move up to his hair as it maneuvered through the golden locks.

Roger felt John's gentle lips plant small kisses on his neck as he felt his crotch strain against the fabric of his pants. He wanted this to last as long as possible, letting John do what he wanted. He wanted to feel his gentle touch on his skin and have his chest pressed against his forever. John was quickly reaching for Roger's pants, obviously trying to be the dominant one of the situation. The usually shy man quickly slid Roger's pants off and Roger eagerly bucked against his hand, lust fogging up his blue eyes. John removed Roger's boxers and he felt his pulsing cock escape from its confinement. Roger tried to reach for John, but he smirked and grasped his length firmly. Roger let out a quick breath as he gave in, resting back on the bed as John took control. He'd never considered him being the dominant one, but the experience was telling him otherwise.

"Nice try Rog." He said teasingly

Roger felt John work his hand around his shaft, earning a deep moan of pleasure from the drummer. His other hand was still atop his rising and falling chest. His heart pounded against his chest as he felt his mouth take what he could fit into it. His breath hitched as he gripped the sheets of the bed in a tight grip. His eyes were closed tightly as he felt John's tongue swirl around his cock. He gripped the back of his head and inserted more of it into his mouth, which John managed to do. His body twitched as he bucked against the mouth of his bandmate every few seconds, passion and pleasure streaming through him. John moved his hand down from his chest down to his crotch area and massaged it, bringing even more pleasure to him.

John released his cock and stroked the rest of his length. Roger sat there, unable to move. He was so close, he knew it. John's eyes were shining with pure joy, for he was in control now, and Roger could care less at the moment. John quickly slid off his jeans and boxers, quickly discarding them to the pile of clothes off to the side.

"G..Get the..the fuck over here and finish!" Roger begged

"Oh come on Roggie, let me have some fun too." John replied

John came closer to him as Roger tried to focus. His eyes widened at the size of the throbbing dick in front of him as John spread his legs apart.

"Just let me look at you." John told him, "Relax, and you'll be fine."

Roger relaxed a bit, but his body was begging for one more stroke of his length and his mind was too foggy to think straight. John grabbed a small tube from the stand next to them and spread the lube along his length quickly, showing his wanting as well. Roger yelped as John pushed it into him, a loud moan coming from John.

"God, you're tight." He muttered

He pushed in deeper, earning another squeak from Roger. "Just relax." John told him again

Roger felt John's hand grasp his cock again, swirling his finger around the tip as he gripped the bed tightly again as he let out a deep, passionate moan. John began thrusting deep and fast, moans of pure ecstasy coming from the pair. Roger knew he was close, he could feel it in his crotch. John pushed in once again and slid his hand down his shaft once more, which led to a core-shattering moan that escaped from him as everything blurred as he finally came. Everything clenched up as cum spilled onto John's stomach and onto the bed below him. John's eyes were foggy and lust filled as he pulled out of Roger, a loud moan coming from him as his cum spilled onto the bed and Roger's legs. Roger's head fell back onto the pillows behind him. He never would have guessed that the quiet one would be so dominant and fast, but John proved him otherwise. He felt John lean back onto the bed as John sighed loudly.

"God...That was amazing."

Roger simply nodded, his body still recovering from the entire thing. He glanced over at John and pulled him close. He noticed a smile spread across his face as he said,

"I'd love for there to be more times like this."

Roger agreed, but one thing popped into his mind, "I'd love that too, but what about Freddie and Brian?"