"Come on Rog, I wanna get back home before it's midnight."

"Why in such a rush? It's only eight."

Freddie groaned at his comment as he met his lover's hard gaze. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but his boyfriend had been so tense for the past few weeks and hadn't had much time to sit down and relax. He'd never gotten so upset with finishing an album before, though he figured it was because of that one tracks he was trying to finish up that he was more irritated than usual due to the constant switching between studios and having to make sure it was absolutely perfect, which for some reason it never was. They'd spent ages trying to finish it and he had simply refused to tell them anything about it, so they just went with any directions he had given them. At the moment, he envied both Brian and John who'd left about two hours earlier to go back to their flat while he'd been stuck there, straining his voice to hit the highest note he could muster for whatever ridiculous lyric Freddie wanted him to sing next or having to deal with his perfectionist nature as he tried to fix up any parts they had available there.

"Why rush? I'd like some type of sleep before getting back here tomorrow to finish this damned thing before it's a new decade!"

Roger headed over to him as he threw on his coat, taking notice of his boyfriend's slightly shaking hands as he struggled to zip up his own jacket. He walked out in front of him, removed his hands from the zipper, and did it for him, slowly pulling it up to where it was just barely completely closed and pausing to flash a gentle look up at him, giving a loving smile before placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Don't worry about it. Come on, it's only been a few weeks and we've got so much done on it in that time. Just relax." He told him, earning a scoff of incompetence at the last part of his sentence. "Look, we'll get home and you can have a nice sleep and tomorrow we'll get some more done on it."

Freddie gave the faintest of smiles as he finished his sentence, earning a similar grin from himself as the two of them headed out into the unnaturally freezing weather. It was only the end of August and the weather had been absolutely dreadful, primarily for the past three days. He was quite sure it would start snowing if it kept up like this, though all they had now was icy rain pouring down on top of the two of them as they made their way to his car. Freddie took his spot in the passenger seat while he slid into the driver's, quickly starting the car to let it heat up before they'd get going.

He glanced over to the older man, seeing a look of both exhaustion and frustration upon his face as he fought to keep a neutral expression, yet a childish pout crept up onto his face every few seconds whenever something passed through his head. He had been so stressed with finishing this song for ages and hadn't had a good night sleep for a few days along with being stressed from other aspects of his life which in turn put a strain on their relationship. Luckily, he hadn't grown too angry with him that an argument would break out, that and he himself had tried to be understanding with what he was going through at the moment, along with having some help from any leftover jasmine tea John had left over. But Freddie had been so absent, almost cold, towards him for the past two weeks. He rarely wanted to do anything affectionate, hell him placing a kiss on his cheek earlier had been about as intimate as they'd gotten in a week, the last "sex session" they'd had happened about a week into this project and even then Freddie didn't seem all that into it. It was as though he was obliged to sleep with him then because he'd wanted it, not because he held the same interest in having one that he had and all that resulted in was a pathetic ten-minute session between the two of them and Freddie falling right to sleep after finishing. To think that's what he'd been stuck with for over a month with him completely absorbed in writing this song and any others that he was going to throw onto the album.

As they pulled onto a luckily empty road, Roger stopped at the upcoming stop sign and looked over at the older man, seeing him stare blankly out the window with his eyelids covering most of his eyes, making him look as though he'd pass out within the next few minutes. It pained him to see him look so tired, but what was there that he could do to relax him? Shove some jasmine tea down his throat and listen to whatever music they had available and act like a bunch of idiots together, though he did have to admit that sounded fun and quite tempting. Maybe all he did need was a good sleep and once everything was over he might return to his normal, vivacious self. Despite that last thought, he didn't keep quiet and decided to speak some of his concerns out to him instead.

"Babe, you sure you're alright? You just seem so...so tired from all this. You sure you want to go in tomorrow? It might be best to...ya know, stay home for a day and relax. We're all working as hard as we can and your poor voice sounds so rough when we get home at the end of the day as does mine and Bri's."

"No." He said bluntly, the previously mentioned roughness starting to show as soon as he continued his sentence. "We're finishing it as soon as possible. Our voices will have time to heal afterwards."

"Oh but come on." He told him, taking one of his hands off of the steering wheel and running it along Freddie's inner thigh, immediately feeling him tense up at the soft touch. "What about other things then. You've been so stressed, why not let some of that out for a bit."

Freddie snapped at the seemingly innocent comment, even though both of them knew what Roger was going for with that sentence. He glared at him with an extremely annoyed light in his eyes, quickly overtaking the exhaustion in a mere second.

"Just a nice ten-minute shag in the backseat." Roger teased, trying to pull a now nervous smile at the scowl upon his face at his quick suggestion.

"Roger." Freddie hissed between clenched teeth, the annoyance darkening to pure outrage. "I am in no mood to talk, let alone fuck. Let's get back home now."

Roger's hand recoiled at the aggravation in their singer's voice and returned his focus to driving, starting the car again and began driving along the desolate road once again. Freddie crossed his arms across his chest and laid his head against the window, Roger managing to hear a long sigh escape from him before he fell silent for the rest of the drive home. Good lord who would've thought a mere song would put him under so much stress? He'd never seen him act so tense that even a mere suggestion of fooling around would annoy him, though he considered himself lucky that he didn't blow up over the subject, although the dark tone in his voice told him that he was on his final strand of patience and any other perseverance of the topic would've resulted in something far worse than a deadly warning.

But it wasn't always like this. He'd gotten stressed from a song before, but he'd never acted so cold or anxious over them. Hell he was such a romantic that it made no sense to him that he'd act so distant towards him and not even touch him, let alone actually fit in a proper shag that would satisfy the both of them and not just shut their bodies up with a quick session. He liked that intimacy that he gave their relationship and here he was more concerned with finishing a song then listening to his concerns. True, it had only been two weeks since their last "session", but he just wanted him to be back to his old self as fast as possible. He really was trying to appease him and get this damn thing finished so that he could relax again, yet he couldn't be perfect and that seemed to be what Freddie wanted.

When this is all finished he'll be fine. Maybe then he'll actually listen to you.

...

As soon as they got back to their flat, Freddie disappeared into their hallway and headed for their room, not even taking a moment to take his jacket or shoes off. Roger looked longingly after him, feeling another stab of defeat accompany his lover's mood knowing that there was little he could do that night to help him and decided that he should just go rest for the time being. He looked over at the couch, seeing their other two bandmates fast asleep on the couch, Brian's arm loosely wrapped around John's waist while the other was laid against the cushion, his head laying against his shoulder. John laid against the older man's chest, his lips slightly parted while their gentle snores filled their living room. He was quite relieved to see that there weren't any remnants of the two of them doing anything that should've been left in the bedroom on their couch, then again there wasn't anything to say that they hadn't cleaned up before falling asleep.

Least that lucky bastard gets a break. Roger thought bitterly at the look of relaxation upon their bassist's face. Not only did he have Freddie off of his back more than he or Brian, mainly because he wasn't demanding him to hit a note that resembled a whistle or sing at all, but because his boyfriend was actually there with him and looked so happy when they were together at the studio. Even through all the hell that their singer was putting them through, he still could go and relax with their guitarist whenever he could and it certainly didn't stop once they got home, mainly because he had been subjected to hearing whatever they got up to in their bedroom twice over the past two weeks, making him wonder why Freddie didn't have John screaming along to the lyrics instead of himself.

He groaned in annoyance, taking off his own coat and shoes before heading back to their room as well. Even though it was nearing ten o'clock, he didn't feel tired enough to join his boyfriend in bed, who had lazily tossed his day clothes into a pile and had thrown on a loose grey t-shirt that didn't necessarily belong to any one of them and just shifted randomly between the four of them. He already looked fast asleep and looked far more comfortable than he had been back in the car. His body spread across the bed with his arms brought close to his face, a few strands of hair falling down to cover his eyes, and his mouth slightly open with a few of his front teeth poking into the pillow. Roger desperately wanted to crawl up next to him, wanting to have his arms wrapped around him or at least feel his chest pressed against his back, yet he knew he'd feel guilty for waking him up by trying to find his way into his arms that night, that and he wouldn't fall right to sleep like he had.

Just go get your damn shower done with. He told himself, seeing as it'd been about two days since he'd been able to fit one in. He preferred doing it in the morning, yet he wasn't too keen on waking up an hour earlier so that he could fit a proper one in along with cleaning himself up in general before Freddie wanted to use it. On the downside, he'd been far too tired to do so at night for the past two days due to how hard he'd been worked at the studio and just let himself fall asleep without caring about cleaning himself up.

He threw his clothes into the pile with Freddie's, trying his best not to wake the older man from his sleep for the time being, quickly grabbed one of the towels that they kept stored away in their dresser, and headed for the bathroom at the back of their room. Unlike the other bedroom that Brian and Roger shared, they actually had one that accompanied theirs and he was quite happy that he didn't have to worry about being caught in just a towel out in the hallway where the other one was located and could just use this one instead. He almost closed the door behind him, wanting to make sure the steam wouldn't fog up the room seeing as he couldn't turn the fan on while his boyfriend slept, hung the towel up on the back of the door, and turned to head for the shower, catching himself in the mirror for a split second. He paused, studying the minor changes in his face from the past few days from the few things that had happened. His hair was an absolute mess, even more so than usual, and hung limply across his face, the once barely visible dark circles under his eyes had grown more obvious, now turning a light shade of purple instead of blending into his skin, his eyes looked weary from the stress and lack of sleep he'd gotten, and just the overall ill-hidden look of frustration in his face just worsened how he looked.

It made no sense as to why he was stressing himself out over this when he knew full well that Freddie would be perfectly fine once this song was recorded and finalized. Yet he couldn't shake the fact that this is what happened whenever he would stress himself out so much. Roger sighed and tore himself away from the mirror, heading over to turn the shower on so that it wouldn't be too cold for him when he decided to get in there. In matter of seconds, a light cloud of steam started to fill the room, indicating that it was certainly warm enough for him to get in there without dealing with any icy chill that accompanied it whenever you first turned it on.

Despite the steam, the water wasn't as warm as he had expected it to be, yet it wasn't freezing either. He crossed his arms across his chest and laid his head back, feeling the water soak his hair in a few seconds along with letting it slowly trail down the back of his body. It felt nice, almost comforting, to have the steam around him and the gentle splashing of water hit his tense frame. He ended up just standing there for a few moments, taking in the relaxation that accompanied the extra heat, not making any attempt to move quick with this shower since there was just no reason too.

As he grabbed the bottle of shampoo, he felt the first grievances with his boyfriend's recent behavior resurface once again, the usual ones that had built up over the past two weeks coming first as he took the chance to mull over them without having any interruptions from his screaming partner or anyone who wanted his opinion on what they should do next, even though no one really listened to his ideas since Freddie almost always had a plan for what they'd do next on that track instead of having anyone else interfere with his baby. God he envied that damn song, it seemed to be getting more of his lover's affection than he was for the past two weeks. He did get the point behind it, a writer tended to want his or her song to be absolutely perfect in terms of the vocals and instruments, but none of them ever fretted so much over a single song in their entire lives and here Freddie was treating this single song like it was his own flesh and blood.

He just missed him and their usual intimacy. Just how much of a lovely romantic Freddie could be when they were alone and even in public. Neither of them cared about being flirty in public or showing any types of affection at a restaurant or at a bar. Hell he couldn't care less about any stares they received if they got into a makeout session at a bar and Freddie's flirty nature surely didn't stop at the studio or at home. He laughed softly at the memory of their quick sex session at the studio a few months back and just the look upon their bandmates' faces when they came back out.

That's what he wanted again, just Freddie's sheer impatience with waiting to get intimate with him. He couldn't even wait till they got to the bedroom at times and would leave it to them getting up to something in their living room or would last a mere few seconds longer before throwing themselves onto their bed before he'd be too desperate to want to touch him. God he wanted that back as soon as possible, but he knew he wasn't going to get anything right now once he got into bed with him.

You don't need to wait till you get into bed. He thought, looking around his surroundings as he rinsed off the remaining bits of soap along his body. Surely there was some way he could lure Freddie into here because he could never resist him if he wasn't dressed. Adding in the steamy surrounding, the fact that he was completely soaked, and that he hadn't done it for a while, it'd just drive his primal side insane.

...

"Freddie! Freddie!"

Roger's whining echoed through their bedroom as Freddie jerked awake from his sleep, his body not as tired as it had been when they first got home, yet still not rested enough to be able to stay awake for a proper amount of time. He vaguely recalled the dream he'd been stuck in, something about a storm and a bunch of crashes of thunder that sounded oddly like Roger's drumming, yet the dream quickly fell apart as he slowly opened his eyes and stared at their wall, only barely able to see it from the pale light that came from their bathroom on the opposite side of their room.

Good fucking lord what could he want now? Freddie groaned internally, shoving himself into a seated position and bringing his hands up to rub the remaining sleepiness out of his eyes. He knew he couldn't just lay there in bed since Roger would just keep up his bitching until he came over to help him or do whatever it was that he wanted done right then and there, then again he couldn't be excused since he'd do the exact same thing towards him, though not in that high pitched voice of his that made him sound like some child who couldn't get his shoes on right. Roger should've gotten the point from earlier that he was exhausted and waking him up was not the right thing to do, yet he could just tell that he wasn't going to go back to sleep just yet, not till whatever it was Roger wanted him to do was solved and he was in bed with him.

He threw the covers off of him and trudged over to their bathroom, dimly hearing the soft patter of water hit the shower floor along with taking notice of the soft cloud of steam billowing out of the small room. His eyes squinted to block out the sudden influx of light as he opened the door, quickly shutting them out of reflex as he got his thoughts together enough to finally speak to the younger man.

"Roger come on...It's almost midnight, or something like that, what c-could you want right n...now." He began, his voice dying off as he put his focus on his boyfriend. He felt the burn of embarrassment creep up on his face as he studied his lover. The heat of both the shower and the steam turned his skin a light shade of red, his hair clung to the sides of his face and neck, his hands laying delicately against the wall of the shower while pushing the rest of his body forward, those pearls of water that dripped along his chest and down to his lower body, the way he was teasingly biting his lower lip, and the dark shadows of seduction and lust that covered his half closed eyes, softly beckoning him to come over, get as close as he could to him, and to perform the dirtiest of his fantasies upon him right then and there.

"I just need your help with something. Something that shouldn't be too hard at all." Roger told him, his attempt at covering his words with a false innocence failing immediately as the heated desire took control, sending a shiver of longing down his spine as he tried to pry his eyes off of him, knowing that this is exactly what he wanted him to do at that moment in time, yet he just couldn't. God he looked so damn good like that, so damn sexy that every instinct was begging him to join him, to forget about sleeping and everything else and to get in there with him that he found himself absentmindedly walking over to their shower, seeing a sly grin sneak up onto Roger's flushed face. 

Freddie shook his head, trying to clear all the filthy thoughts that had formed in it in and to think clearly in order to respond to him. "What on earth do you need help with at this hour?" He asked.

Roger pushed open the door of the shower and leaned forward, Freddie's focus drifting towards his lower body for a split second as he felt another jolt of arousal run through his body at the mere sight of his naked lover. "Just come closer, can't help from back there can you?" He asked playfully. Freddie flashed a look down at his boyfriend's lower body, stifling a groan of lust and longing at the sight of his already hardening member while his own gave an uncomfortable swell against the confinements of his boxers.

You've got to sleep, it's what he wants you to do but you know you've got to finish that song in the morning. He stood in place, continuing the debate about whether or not he should play Roger's game. His primal side started to stir with anticipation within him, those primitive instincts telling him to get a move on and obey what Roger was doing to him. He had to admit that it did sound increasingly tempting to go and take him that night, even more so now that he hadn't had what he considered a good release in ages. Yet the other side was also contributing a fairly strong argument. Who knows how long this would take if he fell into his lover's trap? The last thing he needed was a poor sleep the night before having to go back into the studio, let alone one while he had to practically watch over and control the other three who seemed to not take anything regarding this song as seriously as he was.

Before he even reached the bath mat Roger had laid across the floor, he lunged at his t-shirt, yanking him closer to the shower before latching his lips against his, bringing the other hand up to grip the opposing side, shutting his eyes and already starting to moan into the kiss, trying his best to get him into it as soon as possible. Freddie couldn't even comprehend what had happened before his body gave in to Roger's attempts, hungrily responding to the touch of his boyfriend's lips upon his while trying its best to take control of the situation, yet Roger seemed to be eager to take the initiative. He pulled him against his dripping chest, feeling the water soak through his t-shirt while he curled his fingers into the fabric, making sure he didn't suddenly pull away from him. He snapped at his teeth, letting his tongue slip into his mouth to let it explore every corner of it, his body completely absorbed in the feeling of his tongue running across his and any part of his mouth it could find and the way his lips effortlessly slid across his, a sudden smacking sound rivaling the height of the shower whenever they moved across from one another before they'd join together again.

Roger pulled back a bit, sneaking in a quick bite at his lower lip, nibbling at it for a quick second before leaning his head against his, his eyes slowly sliding open to meet his sinful ones. "Let's just...just have some fun tonight. You've been oh so frustrated; It's time to relax now and I'm sure I can help with that." He whispered teasingly, softly running his thumb along the middle of his chest. Freddie still heard the soft arguments of his conscious tell him to stop this and go back to bed, knowing that he had to be in top shape for the next day if he wanted to make any progress on that song, yet he just couldn't pull away. Those little puffs of breath against his lips, the soft touch of Roger's hands along his still covered chest, and just the mere thought of getting to have their bodies together again after what felt like years were much stronger than the little shred of care he had at that moment as he pushed Roger back into the shower and yanked off the loose gray t-shirt, carelessly letting it fall down to the slightly damp floor and nearly tripping over his own feet while climbing in to join the younger man.

His gaze drifted along Roger's dripping frame, watching him lay back against the wall of the shower again, this time letting his own hands run along his chest and waist, his eyes following any movement they made across his boyfriend. Every time his hands returned to his lower body, Freddie couldn't help but feel another sharp wave of arousal run through his body and down to his rapidly hardening member, especially since he was able to see Roger's own growing erection without any obstructions that his clothes would usually provide. As he moved his hand over to his inner thigh, Freddie could no longer just sit there and attacked him once again, his own desires beating out his patience as he forced Roger's hands off of his body and replaced them with his own, immediately earning a few soft noises of pleasure as he kept them primarily down by his waist and nether regions, though he purposely missed any contact with his cock for the time being.

Roger was quickly losing his own nerves, a strong wave of satisfaction and pride filling him now that he knew he'd gotten Freddie in here and was having him act like this again. He could just see the pure hunger and lust in his eyes whenever he saw them, just how much he really wanted to get in there didn't even need to be spoken for just how easy it was for him to break him and to get him into the shower with him told him enough. He must've been desperate for something too, for why else would he be moving so eagerly along his body if he didn't want to do something. God it felt so good to have his hands on him, those little scratches of his nails along his waist and inner thigh, and just how close he came to his hardening cock before he moved it away just drove him mad. Though he wanted nothing more than to move on to something far more intimate, he couldn't dare stop all this if he was able to, all because once Freddie got going, he could never find any way to hold the upper hand.

It was just natural for them and he absolutely loved it. He never objected to his lover's dominant nature in the bedroom, or just whenever they did get intimate with one another. Hell he was quite happy to be submissive to his instructions or actions since he just always knew the right thing to do. Whether it be during a heated, lust filled session, or one of their slower, softer ones, Freddie just had this thing in his personality that let him know what to do and how to do it so that it'd drive the two of them mad. He could always attempt to be the more forceful character in bed, yet he just could never hold it for too long since the older man would be far too excited to get into his natural spot of being in control that he'd soon take it from him or he'd willingly give it up to him and it was once that was done and over with, Freddie's dominancy would grow stronger while his submissiveness took over.

He reached down to remove his lover's boxers, his patience running thin due to his growing frustration and desire to get to something more intimate. Yet, as he expected, Freddie gripped his wrist and pinned it against the wall, speeding up their kiss and pressing himself against his chest. Not even a second after that, he felt Freddie's hands roaming along his body, the desperation to touch his body evident in the fast movements he made across his front and back. However, he was avoiding any touch below the waist for the time being. Typical, seeing as even in a lust-driven mindset, Freddie could never move too quickly, whether it be to pleasure himself or him.

God it had felt like ages since he last laid his hands on his lover's body and the added heat and wetness that came from the shower just heightened the sensation. Roger wasn't objecting to anything he was doing; hell he was silently begging for more. Even after being together for a few years, Roger always had the tendency to forget to take his time with these sessions, always far too eager to get to the final portion and to skip any type of foreplay at all, claiming that he never needed it and would be perfectly fine without it. Whether that was true or not, Freddie never bothered to listen to him when it came to that. He'd never admit that he did enjoy the way he teased him and he could always tell afterwards that waiting made it so much better.

Roger suddenly wrapped his arms around his back, quickly moving them down to his lower body before pressing against him, bringing his lower body forward to meet his. A soft moan escaped from between the younger man's slightly parted lips, one following from himself as well as Roger's half-erected member prodded at his still covered bulge. He fought to keep his urges in check, not wanting to let his lover know how weak he was feeling right then and there to those soft noises of longing, the way his hands felt across his chest and sides, and just the mere sight of him in front of him, every natural instinct within him pleading with him to stop waiting and to do what Roger wanted and that was to move on.

"Hmm, come on babe. No...no need to keep with that slow pace tonight." Roger whispered softly against the shell of his ear, bucking his hips forward so that his cock moved along his inner thigh, barely missing any contact with his nether regions, making him groan in both annoyance and pleasure.

"Oh just get over here." He growled in response, firmly wrapping his arms around Roger's body and letting his hands roam down to his lower back, latching his lips back onto his in the process to silence any further tantalizing comments from that little devil. Freddie managed to hear him snicker between their kiss before he lost himself in it once again, placing his hands around his hips and yanking him even closer. He didn't object, hell he wanted to feel him that close to him once more, absolutely relishing the feeling of his hardening dick against his own.

Despite their closeness, Roger managed to fit his hand between their bodies, Freddie almost completely oblivious to what he was doing. He needed to break a bit of that composure so that they could move on. He wasn't patient enough at the moment, the promise of release that night frustrating his body even more than it had been before any of this and it didn't dare sit there and leave Freddie to take his sweet time with his teasing. Without any prior warning, he shoved his hand down into Freddie's soaked undergarment, hearing him gasp as he wrapped his hand around his pulsing length. As soon as he began slowly stroking him, Freddie began bucking up to his touch, Roger assuming that he couldn't bear to hold still any longer as the first waves of pleasure began streaming through his body. He felt his length grow even more so in his hand, the mere feeling making his own harden faster. Roger brought his focus up to the tip of his member, hearing him moan deeply into their kiss as he flicked his thumb along the edges, bringing his index finger up to the opposing side and lightly squeezing it a few times, hearing a hiss of pleasure escape from his lover. He quickly removed his hold from around him, bringing his hand up to wrap around the hem of his boxers, testing him to see if he'd yank it away from him again. As expected, Freddie left him alone, finally letting him tear off the damp garment with one quick tug.

Freddie stepped out of them, kicking them off to the side as Roger returned his focus to his lover's erection, now putting his focus down on the base of his member, flicking his thumb over that sensitive spot on the underside, feeling Freddie's lips move off of his and down to the left side of his neck, his teeth snapping at that highly sensitive area around the top of his collarbone, adding a few occasional drags of his tongue along his throat. He shuddered at the soft touch, feeling another sharp wave of arousal shoot down his spine as he sped up his movements along his boyfriend's cock.

Soon enough, he couldn't bare it anymore. Freddie had his little fun and dammit he wanted to move on. He pushed Freddie up against the wall of the shower, hearing a soft gasp escape from his lover before he fell silent, his eyes darkening with a fresh shadow of lust seeping into his already dark gaze. He heard him choke out a small moan, immediately feeling a thin stream of precum drip down from the tip of his lover's member and down along his hand. He wrapped his arm around Freddie's side, running his free hand along the opposite side of his ass while running his thumb over the sensitive head of his lover's dick. It didn't take long for him to start bucking up into his hand, his moaning growing louder with each passing second as he began to lose his usually strong composure. While Freddie was lost in his own pleasure, Roger brought his lips up to his chest, gently sucking and snapping at the skin while slowly bringing his mouth closer and closer to his lower body. Following that thick line of hair across his stomach, he removed his hand off of his member and wrapped it around his waist, moving the other off of his ass and over to the top of his leg, letting his finger trail across the base of his length as he sunk down onto his knees.

The sheer closeness of Roger's mouth to the tip of his cock made his breath stock in his throat, his body tense and anxious for when he'd finally get started. God he hadn't had any sense of relief for what felt like ages and just the thought of the impending release made the usually easy fight to keep himself steady and calm almost impossible to complete. Yet it was a total change of position. It was usually him who was the one under control and having to watch Roger be in his place with his desperation getting the better of him as he would have to endure his endless minutes of teasing, letting his entire composure fall away as he'd revert to mindless begs and cries for his own pleasure. Now it was the opposite of all that as a loud plead for him to finally start hung at the edge of his lips while Roger kept his hands on the surrounding areas around his cock and his tongue on every other inch of his body except the ones he longed for him to touch.

"R-Roger...Please j-just-" He began, his breathing giving out soon after as his head fell to the right side of the shower wall.

Knowing Roger's weak points always made it easy to break him, whether physical or mental ones, and he just never could hold out much longer if he ever actually said what he wanted and now was no exception. But that didn't mean he would know when he'd actually get going. In a split second, he felt his tongue running up along his thigh in one quick movement and soon he felt his hot mouth enclose around the tip of his dick, his mouth falling open to let a quick moan escape from his tense frame as he felt his lover's tongue spin around his aching head, a steady stream of pleasure already running through his body. 

As Roger's eagerness got the better of him, Freddie felt another layer of his control fall away from him while he took the first few inches of his member down into his mouth, his tongue flicking along the edges of his dick, yet ignoring the sensitive underside of his shaft. His eyes fell halfway shut, his lips parting to try and steady his breathing through his soft moaning and gasps. It felt so much better than he had imagined and he knew full well why. Not having any type of pleasure for two weeks, from both his boyfriend and himself, it made everything feel like his first time again, as though he had never experienced a blowjob session in his life.

"J-Just like...like that. Oh God..." He moaned, his body starting to make a few short thrusts up into Roger's mouth as he began to suck at the first few inches he'd taken down already, instantly heightening the level of pleasure that was running through his body. He missed the feeling of his soft tongue running along the sides of his length while being inside of his hot, wet mouth while the promise of the remaining inches being taken down as well were given as he dragged his lips across his length.

Roger was completely lost in the usual act of him giving head, the feeling of his boyfriend's length in his mouth making his own arousal skyrocket within him as he resisted the urge to take one of his hands off of Freddie's waist and please himself to alieve the increasing pressure within him. He'd missed doing anything intimate with him for ages and just using the memories of getting intimate for the past two weeks to get himself off. It felt far better to be doing it again and to have gotten Freddie's mind off of that damn song for the time being and back into something that'd actually help him relax for once instead of staying so high strung and tense about wanting to finish that thing.

He took him deeper, making sure to leave that last inch out while running his tongue along the sides of what he had already taken down. Freddie let out a loud groan, his hands hastily running along the wall behind him as he tried to get a grip on something. His head fell forward for a quick moment, Roger moving his gaze up to meet his, trying to put a look of innocence into his eyes to drive his partner crazy. From his lover's reaction, he figured he had done so, his head falling back against the shower wall as a quick hiss escaped from between his clenched teeth. He let his length slip out of his mouth as he lapped his tongue along the sides while allowing his hands to run along his inner thigh. Before putting him back in his mouth, he added a string of movements with his tongue along the base of his member, letting it occasionally slip to the underside and thus earning a sudden noise of pleasure from the older man. He let the last few inches slip back out of his mouth and brought his hand over, allowing his fingers to run along the edges while he left his thumb to stroke the base.

His lover's heavy moaning started to take prominence over the sound of the water pouring onto their bodies and hard shower floor as he took what he had let out back into his mouth once again. While doing so, Roger let his hands drift over to Freddie's ass, earning a soft sigh of satisfaction from his boyfriend. He began lightly sucking at his member once again, immediately feeling Freddie's hands entangle themselves into his hair as he heard the soft thud of his body falling back against the shower wall. Roger stifled an annoyed groan as his own cock pulsed at the sight of his more than aroused boyfriend gasping for breath, his hair clinging to the sides of his face as a mixture of both water and sweat dripped across his chest. Freddie's eyes were lightly closed while his jaw hung slack, only closing if he'd clench his teeth or bite down on his already slightly swollen bottom lip. The fight to keep both his hands on his lover's body was becoming increasingly difficult for him to keep up with as his frustration continued to build up within his body.

It certainly would've been easier to keep fighting if Freddie hadn't ignored his needs for the past two weeks and the fact that the promise of release was lingering ahead of him made it all the harder. However, he took in a sharp breath to help recompose his thoughts and took his partner as far down his throat as he could. He fought against his reflex to let his cock fall out of his mouth and took to drinking in the thick moans that escaped from his boyfriend while he swallowed around his member, his throat massaging the inches that he'd taken down and garnering a sudden tug at his hair as Freddie raised his hips up from the wall behind him.

The sharp waves of pleasure that were rolling through him were already fogging his thinking to the point where he could barely form a coherent thought. At the time, he didn't really care too much about thinking, but instead wanted to keep experiencing everything at that moment in time. His lover's soft tongue that rapidly ran across the pulsing vein of his length and the sensitive end of it, the feeling of his throat constantly massaging the head, and the occasional moans that Roger let slip from his mouth that vibrated around his hard cock. God everything felt absolutely breathtaking. He resisted his current desire to look down at his boyfriend, not wanting to provoke his climax right then and there at the sight of him beneath him with him deep-throating his member. Hell he was quite sure he could reach his peak right there if he'd let himself go but the events that lingered ahead gave him just enough restraint to stay there and let Roger do as he pleased, though how long that extra bit of energy would last was slightly worrying as from the noises he was making from under him told him that he was too lost in his actions to know when to stop. Though he could also be trying to bring him as close to the brink as possible which was risky enough without the fact that he hadn't had his release for a good two weeks.

After testing the latter possibility for the next few seconds, Freddie stifled another longing moan and compiled his thoughts together to keep his focus off of getting his release and the movements Roger was making along his cock, completely certain that he simply wasn't focused on his body's response to its building release. He took in a deep breath and managed a quick, breathless sentence that he desperately hoped Roger heard over the sound of the water.

"R-Roger...s-stop...p-please, I don't wanna finish like this..."

Roger barely caught the last words of his lover's sentence and looked up, seeing the strained look on his face and became aware of his throbbing member along his tongue. It took a moment for him to put the two together and immediately let his length slip out of his mouth, earning a muffled cry from the older man as he tightened his hold around his hair. He slowly got back up, letting his hands roam along Freddie's chest before he wrapped his arms around his neck, pressing his lower body up against his, now having to force back a few soft noises of pleasure when he felt his member touch his own, and let his eyes fall half shut while keeping his gaze focused on Freddie's face.

"Let's go babe, you've had such a rough couple of weeks." Roger said softly, letting his longing and arousal seep into his words to make them seem even more tantalizing, "Just a nice shag. Imagine that: being back inside me, how good it all feels, and finally having that feeling of relief once-"

Freddie cut him off and flipped him over onto the back wall of the shower, his eyes sliding open and meeting his own gaze. His eyes were dark with desire and fiery lust, an animalistic dominancy stirring at the center. His jaw twitched as his top lip raised up in a small snarl, the majority of his front teeth coming out from behind it as he broke eye contact with him, his eyes drifting along his body while growing darker with every passing second.

"I-I've had enough time to imagine it...Little...little devil you are. B-believe me, I've full intentions on fucking the daylights out of you." He told him darkly.

"Go on already. I already took my time to prepare myself before getting you in here." Roger replied, motioning over to the side of the sink where the still open bottle of lube sat, a sharp jolt of arousal running along his spine at the mere thought of his lover preparing himself for this apparently long planned session. Yet, however enticing the idea of just jumping into the final part was, Freddie simply couldn't bring himself to do it. Roger had had his fun with giving head, now was his time to get his nerves going.

"Oh but where's the fun in rushing?" He asked rhetorically, using his lover's earlier words against him and seeing a flicker of intrigue pass across the younger man's face at his words, "Plenty of time to have some more."

He pulled back, faintly hearing Roger's heavy, slow breathing from behind him as he pulled back the door of the shower and yanked to bottle off of the counter. Roger's head had fallen back against the wall as he already began spreading his legs for him. The mere sight of him laying against the wall again brought his thoughts back to when he had walked in on him not too long ago. He angled his shoulder just right to block the water from washing away any of the lube he'd poured out onto his hand. While spreading the lube along his fingers, he brought his free hand up to his lover's shaft, immediately earning a long groan of frustration while he drew small circles around the tip of his cock, his legs parting even more so.

Without wasting another moment, Freddie brought one of his fingers up to his boyfriend's entrance, Roger suddenly thrusting forward into his grip while he pressed it up into him, slightly surprised at how easy it was to push it up inside of him. Roger hummed with satisfaction as he twisted the single finger up inside of him. His moaning soon filled up the room, his eyes falling shut soon after at the light touch around his nether regions. Good lord he wanted to take him right now, make him his, God just to really get going made it so difficult to not jump right into the final part of their session but dammit he wasn't about to give up so soon.

Roger writhed around beneath his boyfriend as he quickly added another finger inside of him, making a few sudden back and forth movements with them before resuming his twisting and turning. His mouth hung open as he gasped and moaned at Freddie's movements within him and around his length. The little flicks of his index finger across the head of his cock, his thumb teasing the base while the rest hung limply around it, the sudden forward movements of his fingers within him, just...everything. He threw his hand up and tightly grasped Freddie's arm, viciously digging his nails into his skin and letting yet another sound of pleasure slip from between his parted lips. He tried to put his gaze back into focus, flashing a look over at his lover whose gaze was intently focused on his lower body, though he did catch a few stray glances at other areas of it as well. His hair hung loosely around his face, a few stray strands clinging to the sides, water from the shower pouring down across his face and chest, making the already dark mess of hair across it look thicker than it usually was, his eyes far darker than he had seen them in weeks with their pupils filling majority of his irises while the prominent shadows of arousal and lust made those brown of his eyes nearly indistinguishable from the black circles. He could tell he wanted to move on, that there were such frail restraints holding him back from doing much more than what he was doing right now and that was that little, barely visible mischievous light in the corner of his eye that accompanied the rare smirk he pulled whenever he'd make a quick movement inside of him that would evoke another whimper of longing or soft gasp of pleasure. 

"L-let's make it steamier..." He whispered through his soft moaning, Freddie's eyes flashing up from his lower body as his movements halted. Freddie seemed to have gotten the figurative meaning behind his words and pressed a third digit up inside of him, making sure to push the remaining two up with it, his eyes falling shut for a moment as he let out a sigh of satisfaction. He blindly reached out for the shower handle, soon wrapping his hand around it and turning it to the left, a fresh wave of steam filling up the small space as he let out a soft groan of pleasure at the warmer water that had immediately replaced the nearly cold water from mere seconds beforehand. His body gave a sudden jerk forward as Freddie tightened his hold around his member, a sharp wave of pleasure running along his spine while he continued lightly stroking it. His hand fell back down against the shower wall, a soft thud echoing through the shower, yet neither of them seemed too concerned with it. Instead he was far more focused on the movements of Freddie's fingers as he pushed them in and out of his lower body, making sure to leave just the smallest amount of them inside of him before he'd push them back up inside. Suddenly, Freddie slightly bent his fingers forward as he came back down, immediately pressing them back up inside before making a quick, seemingly random movement forward that brought his lower body off of the shower wall as a sharp surge of pleasure ran through his body. A loud moan escaped from his tense frame as he tightened his hold around Freddie's arm while he struggled for a breath.

"A-again, g-g-good God..." Roger sighed, soon feeling Freddie's fingers once again twisting about within him, only occasionally feeling them prod against his sweet spot before he'd move them away. Sadly, he gave away whenever Freddie hit it as it'd evoke a much louder hiss of pleasure than his normal movements. Freddie was also purposely avoiding hitting it as often as he would have if this was the final portion of this session. Breathing became increasingly difficult with the added sensation of the heightened pleasure running through his body and combining that with the heavy steam from the hot water of the shower made it even harder. Yet he didn't bother nor care about the shower at all. Hell it made everything far better than usual, aside from the fact that they were slightly forced to do it standing up while it was far more comfortable to be laying back against their comfortable mattress instead of having to be pressed up against the hard shower wall. He could easily ignore that; they've done it in far more compromising areas than a shower, the memory of managing to do it in a closet at one of their earlier parties from the year before coming back into his mind.

Roger suddenly let a rather needy sounding whine escape from between his lips, one that he tried to repress by biting down on his lower lip. Freddie suddenly stopped moving and looked up at him, his gaze managing to darken even more so as he quickly removed all three digits from inside of him and released his hold around his lightly pulsing member, another dissatisfied whimper escaping. He threw his arms around Freddie's chest, not wanting to have him pull away and leave him in such a desperate place or to even lose contact with him.

"Please...Come on..." He begged softly, his longing seeping into his words as his control trembled while his prior annoyances found their way out of his mouth, "T-two weeks y-you've ignored me." He opened his mouth to continue but instead yanked him closer, placing a heavy kiss on his slightly parted lips, completely oblivious to the sudden seriousness he'd placed into the situation and the upsetting shadow that had made its way into his lover's gaze. Freddie eventually responded, Roger only faintly feeling his arms snake underneath his own and tightly wrap themselves around his chest. Freddie lifted him off the wall of the shower and took a step back, managing to keep up with the swift movements of his tongue and lips across his while he pushed the door open again. Roger kept his eyes closed, only keeping tabs on the sounds that were escaping from his boyfriend and the violent slam of the door closing once more. He felt Freddie's lower body leave his for a brief moment before his hand moved down to his inner thigh, the tips of his fingers lightly tapping the sensitive area for a few seconds until Roger got the message and parted his legs once more. In a split second, Freddie's body was pressed up against his own, his cock prodding at his entrance. Roger opened his mouth to beg once more, yet found that his voice wasn't going to work at the moment as a barely audible breath of air escaped from his mouth instead of any words. Freddie's nails dug into the sides of his chest, hesitating only for a quick moment before he pressed the first few inches of his member up inside of him, a long stream of pleasure running through his body as Freddie pulled off of his mouth and let out a sharp, rather quiet moan.

Freddie attempted to shove back the sudden build-up of guilt within his body to try and put all his focus back onto his lover. But that look in his eyes, the nearly lost look upon his face, and the painful tone that had covered his words kept him from doing so. If anything, it made him more determined to not make this session too quickly. He'd been completely immersed in this song and album as a whole that he hadn't even taken a second thought about how he was treating his lover. All his yelling, fighting, and overall obliviousness towards Roger's accusations must've taken a toll on him and he didn't even realize it. No wonder he had looked so desperate to talk earlier and it was certainly no wonder why he had been eager to do it in the shower.

His lover suddenly fell silent, the only noises escaping from him were quiet sounds of pleasure or the occasional whimper of desperation. Only when Roger began moving his lower body around did he get the idea that he wanted him to start moving again. Freddie brought his hands down to his waist, wrapping his arms around his thin frame and resumed his gentle thrusting, trying his best to think through the pleasure that had started up again and to instead try to solely satisfy his partner to the best that he could. He could easily do it for himself, but the only way he found to silence that nagging guilt for the time being was to put all his attention onto him and him alone.

Roger's head fell back against the wall of the shower, his mouth only slightly open as a consistent string of gasps and soft moans fell out of him. His body tensed and slowly pushed up every time he moved up inside of him, his chest raising as he took in a loud breath of air before everything would fall back down the moment he pulled back. There wasn't a hint of discontent or pain on his face nor was there a look of ecstasy or rapture. All he saw was a look of satisfaction upon his face and Freddie felt a small spark of relief as he finally pushed the guilt back and took to doing something more noticeable. He tugged him closer, feeling the back of his hands hit the wall while Roger stayed pressed up against his body, the back of his head still lazily laying back against the wall as he earned a louder groan of pleasure from his lover. He sped his movements up, trying his best to not lose control, not yet at least. Roger responded immediately by piercing his nails into his back and lifting his hips up from the shower wall and letting his member press against his lower belly. A strand of his control fell away at the sudden touch as his slightly muffled moaning grew more prominent, his harsh biting on his bottom lip suddenly stopping as he let it fall back out from underneath his teeth and took to gritting them instead.

A quick, yet strong, flash of pleasure shot down his spine as Freddie's movements sped up, a pleased gasp escaping from his body as he began moving his lower body in time with Freddie's. He made sure to push down as much as he could while Freddie thrusted up into him and did the opposite when his lover pulled back. His breathing grew slow and heavy, the sounds of both of their moans and his loud intakes of air filled the shower and overtook the sound of the water pounding onto both their bodies and the floor. He tried his best to keep his eyes open, not wanting to lose the sight of his satisfied looking lover in front of him. Despite Freddie's obvious attempt to not look as though he was enjoying this too much, he was quickly failing. His eyes were lightly shut, his jaw continually giving out as his mouth would hang open, only closing as he forced it shut for a few moments before it'd fall back down again, his head occasionally tilting back and exposing his throat to him, the tender area looking far more tantalizing than usual with the consistent streams of both water and sweat dribbling across it. He felt a sudden wave of arousal run through him while his length gave a sudden throb against Freddie's stomach, his lover giving a sharp moan of pleasure as he began moving faster within him, his body finally managing to find a steady rhythm of thrusting in and out of him.

"Hmmm...God Freddie..." He moaned softly, his body giving a sudden thrust of its own against his partner's lower body. The lovely feeling of having his lover's length sliding in and out of his lower body felt so damn good, hell it felt even better after not having that feeling for over two weeks, let alone having one that felt worthwhile for a good month. He effortlessly moved within him, the sheer ease of it making it feel so much better than he could've expected it to feel with everything else around them. He would've figured that the shower would've made it more awkward yet instead it was moving as smoothly as it would've if they'd been on top of their mattress.

Freddie halted his movements for a moment, his grip around him tightening while he took in a string of heavy breaths, his face screwing up as Roger felt his body shudder. As he opened his mouth to say something, he felt his lover's mouth on the side of his neck, the words freezing in his throat as he felt the added heat of Freddie's breath continually bump against the sensitive spots along his neck. He immediately began rocking his hips forward, resuming his earlier speed and vigor in a matter of seconds, his voice soon slipping out of his control as he let a moan of his lover's name slip from between his lips, a low groan following the quiet utterance.

The added sensation of his partner's soft lips and tongue running along the side of his neck instinctively made him tighten around his hard cock just as he pushed himself inside of him once more. Freddie gave a long, strangled moan of pleasure just as he did so, his harsh hold around his waist tensing while he dug his teeth into the side of his neck, a slight jolt of pain spreading through his body that was soon replaced with a few ripples of arousal at the gentle flicks of his tongue along that one area.

"Hmm...God Roger..." Freddie hummed quietly, "You feel so good around me."

Roger responded with a quick buck of his hips against Freddie's lower body, his mind and body quickly losing itself in Freddie's touch across his body and the feeling of him thrusting into him. He was half hoping for the older man would say something else, just to hear whatever it was he was feeling too. Even though the noises that were mingling with his own were enough to tell him that he was starting to lose most of his own once sturdy composure. But damn, actually hearing it made it far more effective. Having that husky voice of his come out to him in such a soft, low tone was a much needed contrast to that loud, screeching he had while at the studio or just the constant yelling that went on if one of them didn't do something absolutely perfect the first time around. His body tensed up as a sudden rush of ecstasy crashed over his body once more, his body repeating the tightening movement around Freddie's cock. This time, however, Freddie didn't stop his movements. Instead he moved faster, his thrusts growing stronger as well while he let his hands move up from his waist to touch the other areas of his back.

As Roger lost himself in the much awaited feeling of having him hit that highly sensitive spot deep within him once more, Freddie allowed his control to fall as well. While he didn't want to rush it too much, he could barely keep that steady, slow pace for much longer and decided it was best to give in to his lover's silent pleads for more. From what he'd gotten in the past few seconds of him repeatedly slamming into that area with a string of hard thrusts, it wasn't hard to see that it was a much better idea to act then to hold out for any longer. His chest was raising and falling quite quickly now, his low moans of satisfaction fading and being replaced with high pitched grunts and fast whimpers, the once rather soft hold he had around him viciously strengthening while his nails dug even deeper into his back. His eyes looked like they were struggling to stay open for the time being and putting up and even harder fight to keep its irises below his eyelids. He moved his hand out from behind him, hearing his body fall back against the wall while he moved his hand over to tease the head of his lover's aching member. Roger's body gave a sudden jerk as he let his fingers run around the sensitive tip, watching as his head fell forward from off of the wall and down to the crook of his neck, the tips of his teeth occasionally nipping at the skin around his collarbone as his cries immediately became muffled. He felt his leg twitch against his as he lifted it from the floor and attempted to wrap it around his lower body in an attempt to draw him deeper inside, yet failed almost immediately as it came back down, landing with a loud splash among the water that was still surprisingly quite warm.

"Ngh...Move with me babe..." Freddie choked out absentmindedly as he really began to pound into his lover, his self-restraint long gone as he felt his body's climax start to rapidly build up within his lower body. His thrusts were slowing as his cock became more and more sensitive to any type of movement he made within his boyfriend's tight ass. Roger's own noises weren't helping him hold back his release either. Those little mewls of pleasure mixing with any of the bucks of his hips against his body in which he'd feel his own pulsing length rub against his stomach were sending a steady stream of arousal through his body. Not only did he have to split his focus between holding back his climax for as long as possible and making sure to watch Roger's movements or listen to any key sounds that would tell him when his climax would be upon him, he now had to use the sliver of spare strength he had to hold Roger's body up against the wall since he was now leaning onto him rather dependently.

His body began shuddering from the strain of trying to keep himself up without Freddie's help, yet was finding that far harder than expected with the buildup of his release in his lower body making him want to shut the shower off and shove him over onto their mattress and finish there. The once nearly invisible twinge of exhaustion that he'd felt beforehand was growing increasingly more prominent that it was just adding to the fight to keep himself standing while Freddie slammed up into his body, repeatedly hitting his prostate with an unyielding accuracy that even when he looked slightly tired himself was able to do. He forced his eyes open once more and used the last bit of his strength that he had to push back and let his head fall against the wall again, making sure to focus his gaze on his lover before his climax would put him in the previous position he had just abandoned. He'd taken notice of Freddie's shorter, faster thrusts and the low growls that he was now emitting, both of which were a clear sign that not only was he close to his own release, but he was much closer than he was himself. Freddie was obviously trying not to finish too soon or even before him, but he could tell that that was going to be the case no matter what he did. 

Roger hissed loudly as Freddie took his focus off of the head of his cock and wrapped his hand around it once more. While doing so, he brought his hand down his back and firmly grabbed the right side of his rear, sending another shiver of pleasure through his body at the added touch around his lower body. His eyes fell shut once more, the ability to keep them open now gone as he tugged Freddie closer, a sharp wave of arousal bringing him even closer to the edge. Freddie's thrusts were starting to grow less and less noticeable as he was being reduced to quick little bucks of his hips within him. Knowing that Freddie wasn't going to let himself go on his own before he was, Roger compiled his body together just enough to say one quick sentence to his boyfriend.

"God Freddie g-go on...Y-you know you w-want to. F-fill me up with t-that hot load of y-yours..." He muttered hotly.

Freddie couldn't fight it any more as his body gave in to Roger's sultry words, his thrusts drastically slowing while his growls deepened to low, heavy moans. Just as the first wave of his climax began coming to the surface, he sped his movements along his lover's cock, placing majority of his focus around the head of his stiff length. With just a few more small thrusts, Freddie buried his head into the crook of Roger's neck, harshly biting down onto his collarbone as he let out a long, intense moan of pleasure at the sudden ecstasy that rapidly spread through his body. He fiercely dug his nails into the base of Roger's back, trying his best to keep his hand moving along his lover's length while he divulged in his own release. His eyes fell shut, his body occasionally twitching or letting a shudder pass through him, all while his member pulsed within his lover, continuing to do so even after he'd emptied himself inside of him.

He wrenched his eyes open when he felt Roger's grip around him violently tighten around him, his boyfriend's eyes wide open even though his eyelids were starting to grow heavy as they trembled at the top of his eyes, threatening to come crashing down in a mere few seconds. His moaning abruptly stopped, his gaze losing all traces of lust and desire as it melted and a burning hot love brought it back to its fierce arctic blue. Freddie only had a split second to meet his gaze before his head fell back down onto his shoulder, Roger's mouth falling open in a silent cry as he shot his load out onto his chest, his cock throbbing viciously against the palm of his hand. The last waves of delight coming from his own orgasm began to subside while Roger's body jerked and writhed against his own as it took to enjoying its own climax, the occasional muffled gasp of pleasure coming out against his shoulder and weak thrust up into his still moving hand only added the rare jolt of satisfaction through his own body.

It took only a couple more seconds before Roger's breathing began to slow before he slowly pulled his softening member out of his lover, earning a soft grunt from the younger man as he did so. Freddie released his lover's own relaxing cock, soon feeling Roger start to go limp in his arms as his hold around his back vanished and his arms fell lifelessly against his sides. He reacted as fast as he could to make sure Roger didn't bring the two of them down to the shower floor and pushed up against his weak frame and held him up against the wall of the shower, flashing a glance up to see the look of pure exhaustion upon his face, though it wasn't hard for him to see the extremely satisfied look that mingled with it as well. He pushed the handle of the shower in, feeling the steady stream of the nearly cold water suddenly stop as he directed his attention back to getting his lover safely into their room.

He gripped his lover's hair behind his head and wrung the water out of it, hearing it come splashing down onto the floor as he shook out any remaining bits of water with his hand. He opened the shower door behind them, practically dragging his lover's tired body out of the tub and held him up against the cold door, hearing him give a hiss of discomfort as the cold metal bar hit his back.

"It's alright love. Just a few more seconds and you can finally sleep." He told him softly while he dried off the water across his lover's body, soon wrapping it firmly around his waist.

"Hmmm, but we gotta help Bri with the badger cubs..." He muttered dreamily.

Freddie suppressed a chortle of laughter at Roger's words, figuring that he must've started to drift off already and was now lost between sleep and consciousness. "We'll help tomorrow, right now you can sleep."

He bit down on his lip to hold back any other noises that would escape at the mere thought of Brian struggling to take care of any badger cubs while he tugged Roger over to their bed, flicking the light and fan off to the bathroom off behind him. Roger flopped down onto their bed, his body laying across their mattress like some ragdoll. Freddie was quite sure he had already fallen asleep due to the relaxed look across his face and the fact that his heavy breathing had slowly morphed into soft snores. He stifled a soft hum of adoration at the adorable sight beneath him, a few ripples of love running through his frame as he felt his heart swell in his chest. He still felt awful at the thought of what kind of stress he'd been putting on his lover. Hell he'd been a complete bitch to all three of them, but he'd just disregarded it for the past two weeks, his whole focus shifting off of them and his partner and over to finishing that damn song that didn't even have a proper name yet, though John had creatively thought of naming it "Mama".

As he stood there looking down at his partner, he slowly removed the towel that he had wrapped around his waist and quickly dried off his own body, shaking the remaining bit of water that clung to his hair out as he finished. Roger had barely moved from his position on their bed, making it extremely easy for him to slip in next to him and wrap his arms around his sides, feeling him move slightly before nestling himself into his new position.

"I'm sorry babe...You're more important than some ruddy song." He told him softly, even though he was full aware of the fact that Roger wouldn't hear him now that he was off into his own slumber.

Freddie buried hisface into the crook of his neck, only barely able to feel his chest's small upand down movements against his arms before he closed his own eyes, his own callof sleep growing far stronger than his desire to stay awake and nestle himselfnext to his boyfriend or to even wake him up to properly apologize for all thathad happened in the past few weeks. Instead, he let any of those thoughtsdissolve away, his head lazily falling back against the pillows, Roger emittingwhat sounded like a soft cooing noise before he fell into his own much neededsleep.