The sun had started to set in the distance while Roger twirled his drumstick as he waited for the other three to finish up, mainly Freddie and John who were still working on one of John's tracks for the album, Brian instead packing up his guitar and leaving the two to their bickering about the track. He was patient, the restaurant they were heading to wasn't likely to be too busy and it wasn't too late in the evening that they'd have to worry about the place closing before they could drive there.

"Roger? Could I talk to you for a sec?" Brian asked, gently laying his guitar case on the nearby couch. He gave a him a curious look, seeing as it was uncommon for him to want to speak to him alone, or alone with anyone aside from Freddie and especially in that unusual hushed tone. He motioned for him to follow him to the opposite corner of the room. Finding no reason to refuse it, Roger followed the older boy to the opposing corner, quickly glancing back to see if the other two had noticed their disappearance, but were continuing their argument about the guitar arrangements on his song. He propped his foot against the wall, looking up to meet Brian's slightly nervous gaze as he rubbed the back off his head and glanced down at the ground.

"Roger, if you don't mind, could you and John just stay out tonight? Like, don't come back to the flat?" He asked in a quiet voice.

"And why not?" He responded in a slightly irritated tone "I was hoping to sleep at home tonight."

Brian quickly shushed him, motioning to the other two boys in the other room, both of whom were still fiddling around with one of John's tracks for the album. Roger shrugged it off, simply not caring if they overheard their conversation. From how he was acting, Roger figured it was something to do with Freddie's birthday, but why did it matter if John heard? Certainly it didn't matter if he heard whatever plans Brian had for tomorrow night.

"It's not like it's his birthday tomorrow. And Freddie already knows what we're all doing tomorrow night."

"It's...I just um...I want some...alone time w-with him tonight."

Roger couldn't hold back a scoff at Brian's attitude as his plan finally came across to him. He was really treating this plan like he was telling him about proposing to Freddie, which he highly doubted he'd do any time soon, or ever knowing his already sensitive nature about being out to just their close friends and family, hardly trying to show it off while they were in public unlike him and Freddie, both of whom found nothing wrong with flaunting their love for their boyfriends and just general queerness, though he had to admit Freddie did show it off more than he did, mainly in terms of his attitude and clothing choices. Especially those damned ballet-esque outfits he wore on stage.

"Brian you prude bastard. You can say it in front of me. Just say you want a good shag with your boyfriend-" Roger began, Brian clamping a hand over his mouth, flashing his gaze over to the two boys.

"Shut. It." Brian hissed

"Mmm-mmget off me!" Roger growled, shoving Brian's hand off his face, Brian paying little attention to him and keeping his focus on the other two.

"Look, I don't mind it. I'll take John somewhere else after dinner and you two have your alone time." He said, crossing his arms and awaiting any more of Brian's comments on the conversation. Even though he knew what Brian wanted to do back at the flat, and the fact he himself didn't mind it, apparently Brian did care whether or not they were there to hear anything that would go on behind, what he figured, closed doors. Seeing how relieved he looked after he agreed to stay out for the night, and that he would have hugged him if he didn't push him back, he knew it was the right thing to let him do whatever he had planned.

"Here, I'll pay for a room. There's one not too far from the restaurant."

"I'll pay. Don't you worry about me and John. Not like either of us are broke or can't spare a few pounds for a small room. You have your time with Fred, we'll be alright."

Quickly shushing him after he opened his mouth for another argument, he gave a wave of his hand and motioned for him to follow, taking notice that the other two had stopped their bickering over the track. John was now packing up his bass and Freddie throwing on his coat, his face lighting up as Brian walked over and giggling like a school girl as Brian wrapped his arm around his waist. John gave him an odd look, seeing as they weren't used to this animated attitude of their bandmate, especially after arguing over a track.

"I'll explain later. Just let 'em be."

...
Music thumping against the walls around him, bustles of chattering groups of people walking by him towards the bar to continue their idle conversations as Roger continued to ignore the pop music that blared around him, trying his best to focus on his own thoughts and his glass of beer. Though he'd much rather be resting back at their flat for the time being, he and John had promised their friend time alone with his boyfriend for the night. Glancing over to the dance floor from his seat, he spotted John dancing along to the music with a few other people around him, since he was being unusually social tonight, then again he had grown more out of his shell over the past few years.

Though he figured it was because of him getting him out of the closet in the first place, and his 'bad influence' as Brian sometimes referred to it as, he saw little change in his boyfriend. Aside from a bit more of a dominant streak that probably did come from him, he was still too shy to introduce himself to new people without any of them around and it was really only at pop clubs like this one that he'd do something that would be seen as social.

Luckily for him, John didn't argue with him too much when back at the flat when he had said they weren't going back there that night. They'd made a quick stop there for Freddie to change into his nighttime attire, which didn't differ all too much from what he wore to the studio. So he'd taken the opportunity to tell him the change of plans for the evening, and to prepare for anything that may happen. True, he hadn't seemed all too happy about not getting to come back home after being up so long, but he was much more accepting after he explained Brian's predicament that would come if they had chosen to stay at the flat that night, having to make him feel slightly uncomfortable with his explanation after he didn't get what he had meant byalone time.

"What on earth do you mean by alone time?" He asked

"God you're thick. He's gonna fuck him! So unless you want to hear all that going on without your damn noises to drown it out, I think you'd be happier staying out." Roger replied angrily, being slightly irritated that John couldn't get it in the first place.

John's flushed face after hearing that crude comment made him smirk at the memory, feeling relieved that it did make him change his mind, that and the promise of coming here for a few hours. He didn't seem all too upset afterwards, being in a pleasant mood at the restaurant, the walk to the pop pub he'd promised to take him to, and now that he was dancing to whatever funk song was blasting in the background. Roger felt quite proud that he'd convinced him to stay out later without much arguing or having to disappoint Brian in coming back home.

He jumped at the gentle tap on his shoulder, turning around to see a young girl batting her eyes at him. As he studied her features, he had to admit, she was attractive. Long auburn hair, big brown eyes, and her lightly tanned skin complimented everything about her. And if he was into that, a nice bust to add to her overall appealing figure. She motioned to the dance floor, holding out her hand to join her. It was certainly uncommon for a girl to ask a guy out in public spaces, but she didn't seem to think that way. He looked over at the dance floor, taking notice of a few girls that had surrounded John, jealousy starting to burn through his veins. Looking back at the girl, Roger thought of a much more interesting way to turn her down, feeling that a simple 'no' wouldn't nearly be as fun. Leaving his beer behind, he followed her to the dance floor, directing her towards John's location.

Though he didn't like the music himself, he knew from previous experiences with John at a few other places that you actually had to dance at places like this, not just jump or tap along to the music like at other music bars. He tried mimicking what she was doing and the people around him, feeling like a complete idiot while doing so. This wasn't what he was used to, much preferring to be back at the bar with another glass of beer or possibly trying a different alcohol for a change. But it did seem more fun to put his plan into play. Sure, it wouldn't embarrass her, but it would be much more fun than simply turning her down, and give him a chance to get back at John if he was indeed flirting with those girls.

As the song started coming to a close, he turned around, seeing John smiling wickedly as the new beats of the next one began, still letting two of the girls from the earlier group dance against him, only increasing his own jealousy and protection of his boyfriend. Roger managed to get over to John's area, flashing back at the girl who was now giving him an odd look as he took hold of John's shirt, pulling him over and diving in for an intense kiss in front of the group of girls that surrounded them. Though he looked taken aback for a split second, John quickly responded to the kiss and pulled him closer, quickly taking control of the situation and allowing Roger to let go of his shirt and wrap his arms around him instead.

He closed his eyes to ignore any of the stares from the surrounding people, wanting to be completely absorbed in his boyfriend's movements, even forgetting that the point of this was to embarrass him and the girl. John's tongue flicked teasingly across his own, his lips smacking as they slid across his, eagerly trying to drink in the taste from his mouth as his hands moved up to the collar of his jacket, starting to gently tug at it, and their quiet moans that were almost drowned out from the music that still played around them but were loud enough for the two of them to hear them. A rush of energy and arousal ran through his body as John pressed himself closer against him, his lower body bumping against his.

Roger pushed back against him, John's eyes opening quickly at the loss of his companion and looking down at him to see that devilish grin on his face, certain there was a similar glint in his eyes from behind those sunglasses. He turned to face the girls who'd surrounded them, all of them giving dumbfounded looks, mainly one of them with auburn hair who's eyes were switching between the two of them. The realization of what he had just done in front of them started to settle in, tying his stomach into a knot as his anxiety began to flare up again.

"Sorry lovelies. We're both taken." Roger said bluntly, hanging his arm over John's shoulder, looking over at John who was still recovering from the quick makeout session, his face starting flush a light shade of red now that the embarrassment was starting to settle in for both companies. However Roger still wanted to play around a bit, managing to find a way to solely mortify him.

"I wouldn't be much good in bed anyway. Funny thing is, he's on top!"

John squeaked indignantly at Roger's crude remark, wanting to hide in the corner of the bar to escape the disgusted glares of the girls that made his face burn with humiliation. Wanting to get out of the club as fast as possible, he grabbed Roger's coat and tugged him away from the group of people, barging through the other people on the dance floor, and ignoring Roger's attempts to get his hand off of him. Once they got out of the club, John led him into the alleyway and pushed him against the wall, yanking off his sunglasses and glared straight into his eyes, slightly annoyed to find that familiar arrogant light in each of them.

"What the hell was that for?" He asked.

"You looked like you were having such a good time with those girls out there, thought I'd join in and prevent anything."

"So the best thing was to makeout with me in front of the whole fucking club?"

"Ooh, such foul language from such a quiet boy." Roger jeered, still not backing down from his unwavering arrogance.

John sighed and looked down at the ground beneath them. Though he should have expected this type of action from Roger because of that damn jealous behavior, it didn't mean that he wanted him to actually do it. John always figured that it was because of his overall attitude towards their relationship. Roger simply saw no reason to hide his love for him, or members of the same sex in general, whether it be in public or just in front of their own bandmates. But he just couldn't get used to that lax behavior, especially since he didn't flaunt anything from that side to his personality. No, he wasn't embarrassed of having a gay relationship, he just didn't want any ridicule from anyone if they saw them together. Most of the time, people were quiet about it, keeping their opinions, whether good or bad, to themselves, but some places they just couldn't express it and Roger was fully aware of his worries towards expressing it. He tended to respect it, but was so damn impulsive when it came to him with anyone else that he'd do his best to use it to 'prevent anything'.

"Dammit Roger. Honestly! You think those girls were going to stay with me? Or that I'd go home with them with you right there!"

"From how they were acting, I'm sure they could have convinced you."

"Still not my point!" He looked back up at him with a mixture of frustration and fear in his eyes. "I don't want everyone to see that! If the press ever caught a picture-"

"So what? It's not like it's illegal to be gay anymore." He argued, his tone softening once he saw the horror in John's face once he mentioned the press. They would hound over the two of them if they found out not only that the drummer and bassist of Queen were queer, but that they were in a relationship with each other. Now he did get the point of John's cautious feelings towards fully coming out to the public, only just being able to hold hands or accept a small peck on the cheek from him in public just a few months ago. He was much more comfortable with close friends or the rest of the band, usually resuming his more dominant attitude around them. But once they left the sanctity of their flat or the studio, he'd become that little mouse again, hiding behind the rest of the band and sticking close to his side, remaining quiet unless spoken to and occasionally contributing to the conversation if they were relaxing somewhere.

"Bi. You're the gay one." John replied, still not letting go of his shoulders and maintaining his surprisingly strong hold on him and keeping him pinned against the wall.

"Whatever. Least you could hide behind a few girls back in school and actually like them unlike me and Bri-"

"It's not like it was any easier for me to come out! Don't you get it? It's still a social execution if I ever said I was anything but straight. How do you think the rest of the public's gonna react? How many queer rock stars exist that are still around today and still don't receive any public backlash? Look, you can do what you want, but just try not to bring me into that. For now at least."

Roger's shoulders slumped under John's hands once he saw the dire look in his eyes, begging him not to start arguing again. He gave a small nod, John finally releasing his grip on his jacket and sighing in response.

"Doesn't mean I'm not gonna do that in front of the other boys."

"I don't care about that. Freddie's worse than you. Good God, I'm surprised he hasn't done it with him in the hallway yet. You're tame compared to him."

"And you make Brian look like some sexual deviant."

"Oh shut it you cheeky bastard." He teased, grabbing the side of his head and pulling him off the wall and crashing his lips down onto his, letting out his frustration and unwanted arousal out on him. Roger gasped at the suddenness of the action, seeing how it pretty much made their whole conversation a mere moment ago seem unimportant. Ever since he decided to kiss him in front of all those people, there'd been an annoying lust for more slowly growing within him, more importantly the uncomfortable erection Roger's actions had caused him, and he now knew what this night was leading up to.

"Now who's kissing in public?" Roger asked, pulling away and looking at him with that arrogant look on his face.

"You started this. Also, you still look enough like a girl for people to mistake you as one in the shadows." John teased, a light blush creeping up on his lover's face, glad to have been able to embarrass him a bit. "How about we take this to a hotel? Brian and Freddie shouldn't be the only ones having some fun tonight."

...

After they finally reached the hotel, John certainly thought Roger's actions couldn't make him feel any more awkward in public, till the realization came to him that he'd be standing in the middle of a lobby, that was strangely busy at this time of night, with a more than obvious boner in his jeans. Not to mention that he was right next to Roger and the last thing he needed were any stares, whispers, or even a confrontation from anyone around them.

"Roger just make this quick, please?" John begged, "I am not sitting out here."

"Fine fine." He replied with a wave of his hand, shushing him right after once they reached the desk.

John groaned, leaning onto the counter and resting his head on his hand, flashing fearful glances at the surrounding individuals, silently praying that no one would notice. Of course he knew that people could figure that it meant nothing, nor was there any reason for them to look down in the first place. But he couldn't deal with any comments at the moment, at least not with Roger around. He was already so protective of him in the first place that any rudeness from anyone would set him off, and he was in no mood to stop a fight from happening, then again he wasn't sure that he could attempt that in the first place. He bit down on the cuff of his jacket, trying to muffle his breathing while gnawing at the leather, earning an odd stare from the lady behind the counter.

Hurry up. God hurry up...He sighed in relief as he handed over the money for the night, wondering exactly how long ago he had spoken to Brian about staying out tonight since he didn't carry around that much loose change. After receiving their key, John quickly grabbed it from Roger's hand and tugged him down the hallway, trying his best to maneuver them through the crowd of people, managing to hear Roger giggle behind him as he pulled him into the lift, relieved to find that no one was in it.

"What floor?" He asked, his patience wearing thin with Roger's attitude and the annoyance of his increasing lust.

"Ooh, eager tonight aren't you?"

"Which floor?" John growled, trying to hold back any urges till the doors were shut and they were on their way up. Roger pressed the fourth button, John impatiently tapping his finger on the metal railing while he waited for the doors to shut, looking over at Roger who was smiling smugly with his arms crossed over his chest and humming along to the music. God he was such an arrogant bastard at times, fully aware of what he was doing to him at the moment. John couldn't understand how on earth he could be so damn comfortable since he was sure he was aroused too.

Roger watched with a growing anticipation as the doors finally shut and the lift finally start to move up. He was absolutely loving this. John didn't even need to specify what was making him so anxious and edgy, the bulge in his pants told him enough. Though he couldn't be excused, everything that had happened in the past fifteen, twenty minutes had been quite arousing. From his attempt to embarrass him with a makeout session in the club, John's passionate kiss in the alleyway, and the events that lingered ahead of them just made him excited to move on.

On the bright side, so was John. He pressed him against the wall of the lift, giving him no type of warning before he crashed his lips down onto his, kissing him fiercely as to let out all his frustration at once. He entangled his hand in his hair, pulling his head off the wall of the lift. He struggled against John's tight grip on him, but quickly surrendered to his actions, parting his mouth to let John slip his tongue in, Roger flicking his tongue across the roof of his mouth and lightly tugging at John's shirt.

"Oh...Fuck John." He muttered as John angled his body just so, making Roger aware just how hard he actually was now that his hardening member was pressed up against his leg. The younger boy barely paid attention to his comment and continued with the makeout session, snapping his teeth against his, devouring the taste of beer that covered every inch of his mouth, and drinking in his loud moans, glad to feel his own growing erection press against his leg. He slid his free hand down Roger's back, giving his ass a firm squeeze, earning a soft moan from his more than eager lover.

"R-Room?" John asked after the ding of the lift interrupted their makeout session for a split second. He looked down at their key, relieved that it was only a few doors away from their location in the first place. Roger ignored his question and pulled him back into the kiss, already starting to work on his clothes. They headed down the hallway, managing to keep the heat of the kiss going as they looked for their room. The hallway was empty for the time being, yet after seeing that group of people downstairs John was sure that someone was going to show up soon. But that was the least of his worries, his thoughts now growing fuzzy from the arousal and lust that built up within him as he started to nibble at Roger's bottom lip while he pulled down the zipper of his coat.

John pinned him against what he assumed to be their door, removing one of his hands from the back of his head and fumbling around in his pocket, still managing to keep their kiss up. He freed his hand from John's grip and wrapped his arms around him, wanting to feel his hardness against him again, even if it was for a split second. His lust relentlessly built up within him while his trousers grew tighter with every passing second. Just barely managing to hear above their own moans, he heard the door next to them open, revealing a straight couple together, the man holding the door for the woman as she walked out. It didn't take long for them to notice their makeout session against the door, yet John didn't take notice of it, either due to their noises or the fact that his eyes were closed. Each of them gave a foul glare towards them, the man muttering a string of offensive words under his breath, quiet enough as to not draw attention to them but just loud enough for him to hear. Deciding that he didn't want to break the kiss, or upset John anymore than he already had by starting anything with them, he moaned louder, starting to bite at John's lips and flipped the other two off, smugly grinning at their offended faces and perking up now that the door opened behind them.

Fucking morons. Why watch if you're so offended? He dimly thought after slamming the door behind them. He briefly took in his surroundings, finding it worth the amount of money for the single night. Rosewood red walls with a single window on the farthest one. A single burnt orange couch sat off to the side of the room and a white lamp in the corner of the desk across from it, casting a soft glow across the room. A TV sat on top of a mahogany dresser, the remotes sitting beside it with a few brochures next to it for activities at the hotel, a menu for room service, a small notepad with a pen at the top, and two glasses next to a container for ice. He'd taken the liberty of booking a room with two double beds as to not arouse suspicion that they would be sharing the same bed, mainly for John's sake. Each bed was neatly put together, a white comforter on top with two matching pillows behind it. Another lamp was on the nightstand between the two beds with a small clock next to it, the time being displayed with a dull green color which contrasted the surrounding warm colors.

He tore John's coat off and threw it to the ground, each of them stepping over it as they fell onto the bed behind them. John pinned his arms down to the bed, moving his mouth away from his, Roger managing to sneak in a quick bite at his bottom lip before he trailed it down to his neck, sucking hard at the skin and leaving behind a hard love bite as he started to work on his clothes. While undoing the buttons to his shirt, Roger freed one of his hands from John's grasp and reached out to help remove John's shirt, but his efforts were stopped as John tightly gripped his wrist, surprising him since he was expecting John to be eager to get to the session as fast as possible. He pulled back, that unmistakable shadow of desire darkening his gray gaze as he shook his head.

"Just...Just a small punishment for what you did back at the club." John whispered teasingly in an abnormally dark voice, a shiver of excitement running down his spine. Everyone who knew John would never have guessed for him to be the dominant one in bed, or him to be submissive and while they were out in public, it made perfect sense why. His protective nature over John, stronger personality, John's meekness, even his body structure compared to his. It just made it quite the ironic situation that their positions in bed were the exact opposite of what their friends probably thought.

A cloud of arousal started to fog up his thoughts, John's small movements along his upper body only making it harder for him to listen to him and keep his hands off his body for the time being. Finally undoing the final button, John wasted little time in removing it from him, Roger gladly helping out by throwing it to the opposite bed. He pulled him back into their makeout session from mere moments ago, the passion and energy increasing with each passing second. There was nothing soft or gentle about it. Roger's tugging at John's shirt, trying to find some way to sneak underneath it and actually touch his lover, continually snapping at his teeth and lips while John ran his hands across his upper body, rubbing and scratching at every inch of it that he could find. The rough and quick movements of his hands drove Roger insane, his once barely noticeable hardness now pushing against the strained fabric of his trousers.

Having taken notice of Roger's now very distinct erection, he couldn't help but feel pleased with himself for being able to make him as hard as he had been in a matter of a few minutes when it had taken him their whole time to get here and the makeout session in the lift, though he had been trying to prevent it at the time. He looked incredibly sexy with his eyes lightly shut with pleasure, his constant biting at his lips, flushed face and chest, one hand pulling at his hair while the other still tried to get his shirt off, and those husky moans and gasps he made, the strong scent of alcohol that tainted his breath coming out in puffs against his face.

"G-Get up." Roger ordered, shocking John at this dominant gesture. He removed his hands from his body and slid off the bed, Roger leaping up, grabbing his shoulders, and pushing him all the way to the wall of the room, immediately telling him what his boyfriend had in mind, letting out a soft moan at the tantalizing thought as he fell back onto the wall. He was already eager to move on to the final part of the night, knowing Roger wouldn't argue with diving straight into the sex session, but where was the fun in that? On the other hand neither of them were in the mood for taking it slow and making each other fight to keep their patience and make the session last as long as they could.

And after seeing that energetic glint in his eyes, along with that barely audible moan he let out after guessing what he had in mind, Roger couldn't help but feel excited for the blowjob session himself. He pinned him against the wall opposite of their chosen bed and crashed his lips against his, this time gaining the ability to make progress in removing John's clothes without having him stop him. He kept one hand on his wrist and used the other to try and undo the buttons of his shirt. However, due to his lack of concentration, impulsiveness, and wanting to get them off as fast as possible, when the buttons were proving quite difficult to get off, he pushed back a bit, grabbed the two sides of his shirt, and tore open the garment, multiple buttons plummeting to the ground with a muffled thud due to the carpet of the room.

"Dammit Roger! I still-" John began, Roger silencing him by returning to their kiss, knowing that he couldn't care less about the state of his shirt now that they were moving on. He removed his shirt and tossed it behind him, not caring about where it landed and focusing more on getting the last part of John's outfit off of him. While continuing to keep the passionate kiss going, he pulled down his zipper and yanked down his pants, feeling his cock prod against his hip, John sighing in relief now that the tight confinement of his trousers had been removed.

He kicked away his jeans as Roger curled his fingers around the hem of his boxers, now moving his mouth down to his neck, biting and sucking at the skin, making sure to leave behind his own love bite along his collar bone. John's ragged pants began filling up the room, growing louder with each passing second before he yanked them down his body, tossing them aside like the rest of their discarded clothing. Although he had seen the effects of what he had done to his boyfriend ever since his surprise kiss at the club, he couldn't help but give a cocky smile once he was able to see what he'd actually done now that he was completely naked in front of him. His whole upper body was a light shade of red, head tilted back and resting against the wall with his eyes half shut, lips slightly parted to let him keep his breathing steady. But his focus was on his lower body, more so on his leaking, red cock that was begging for any kind of touch.

"Guess I can still make you hard as a rock in no time at all." Roger whispered in his ear as he curled his fingers around his hard length, John's eyes fluttering to a close at his touch. He ran his hand along his shaft, returning his lips to the side of his neck. It wasn't long before he began bucking up to his touch, being rewarded with a stronger grip around his length and faster strokes. He couldn't believe what this simple action was doing to him, but damn after having to wait so long to get to this point it just made it feel so damn good. Even though they had done it only the day before yesterday, there was this sense of excitement in the air that made everything even more thrilling. Maybe it was the fact that they made out in public, fought a bit before hand, or the new environment of the hotel instead of the common walls of their bedroom.

His hands twitched as Roger removed his hand from his cock, John letting out a groan of dissatisfaction at the loss of his lover's hands around him. But in a mere moment, Roger sank down to his knees, placed a firm grip around his hips, sneaking in a small pinch at his ass, and began lapping at his inner thigh, purposely avoiding any contact with his cock. But John wasn't in the mood for teasing, at least not for the time being. He'd been teased enough with Roger's attitude and actions throughout the night and wanted nothing more than to move on to receiving some kind of pleasure again.

"R-Roger please...Move on." He pleaded, trying to keep his hands against the wall and not shoving him onto his length to get it into his mind that he wasn't up for a long lasting sex session. From that naughty glare he caught from Roger, he knew that he wasn't up for teasing him either, and the bulge in his pants only further confirmed that thought. With little warning, Roger tightened his grip on his waist and skipped any type of teasing, eagerly swallowing as much of his length as he could in that single movement.

Due to the lack of preparation or warning of what he was going to do, John could only utter a helpless squeak at the suddenness of the action and pleasure that ran through his body. He threw his head back against the wall while he lapped along the sides of his member, paying close attention to that extremely sensitive patch near the base and throwing in the occasional moan just to enhance the already pleasing act.

Roger had to hold back from his current desire to finish him off as fast as possible, knowing that he craved the sex session more than finishing a blowjob session instead. He knew, and loved, his boyfriend's sensitivity to anything sexual. It wasn't all too surprising back when they first got together seeing as he hadn't had much experience before, even more so with a guy, so he was excited to actually try something sexual for once with a guy and the one thing he absolutely savored was whenever he'd get down and blow him. He wasn't exactly sure why, but he never needed proof. That look of pure ecstasy on his face with his eyes lightly closed, jaw hanging slack, those constant moans and gasps of pleasure every time he made a new movement with his tongue just made it all extremely arousing for both his partner and himself.

Managing to surprise him yet again by gently sucking at his member, a sharp gasp escaped from his mouth as he began scratching at the wall behind him and at the nearby table, uncontrollably moaning at the pleasure the steadily flowed through his body. Though there was a slight awkwardness due to the fact that he was the one completely unclothed while Roger was still covered from the waist down, he couldn't ignore how good everything felt as he continued to suck him off with such a skill that he always managed to leave him breathless during and after every session he endured.

"G-good God R-Roger..." He managed, returning to his moans shortly after and further encouraging him to move faster, spinning his tongue around his length while still managing to suck with a perfect combination of speed and tenderness that drove him mad. He was having a hard time keeping his gaze away from his boyfriend, not wanting to see that dark, lust filled gaze of his while he had his cock at the back of his throat. If you had told him five years ago that he would enjoy being blown this much, he would have laughed in response, never being able to believe it in a million years that he would ever be able to enjoy it to such an extent that he could hardly control himself, especially the first time Roger and he got around to doing it. It felt so damn good to have something that hot and wet around his length all while having his soft tongue lick at every inch.

To think I wanted to go back home and sleep earlier. He thought, remembering his earlier annoyances with having to stay out later while Brian did God knows what to their frontman while they were away. Though they never spoke about it nor had they ever walked in on them, John could only take from the loud cries from their bandmates' bedroom that they were getting up to something and the satisfied look on each of their faces, along with Freddie's puppy-like attitude towards their guitarist the morning after, made him think that Brian was very good in the bedroom.

Roger looked up and saw a distracted light in his eyes, as though he was thinking of something else at the moment. He gave an annoyed huff around his lover's length and thought of the perfect way to get his attention again. He sped up his pace, licking at every inch of his cock that he could and moving his hands behind him, starting to gently knead his ass and receiving the perfect reaction from his now pleasure-shocked lover. He removed his hands from the wall and entangled them in his hair, pushing on the back of it to keep him in place, his moans growing louder now that Roger had brought him back into the heat of the moment and out of whatever thoughts he had been having.

He still had one more thing, one thing that drove his lover insane. To think that he was already making it a fight for him to stay in this position and refuse from sucking him dry, Roger wanted to push his luck and see if he could make John lose his composure without having to finish him off. He tightened his grip around the younger boy and swallowed thickly around his pulsing member, John reacting immediately with a sharp tug at his hair and a long, low moan of satisfaction as his throat massaged his painfully stiff cock. He resumed his earlier speed, focusing now on that sensitive spot on the underside of his dick, reducing his lover's breathing to a quick pant as he occasionally thrusted up into his mouth. He snuck a quick look up at his lover, pleased to see what his recent actions had caused. His eyes were shut tightly, his teeth bared and clenched, and his face flushed a beautiful shade of red.

Trying to think through the haze of pleasure and the feeling of his climax building up in his lower belly, John tried his best to fight back against every urge in his body that told him to give into it, fall into that sweet release. But that lingering event of getting into bed with Roger and getting to shag him was far more exciting than giving up now. After realizing that Roger was too caught up with his act of giving head to realize how close he was himself, John realized had to stop the session himself, no matter how much he wanted to continue it. He got a better grip on Roger's hair, earning a longing moan from him which sent a sharp bolt of pleasure down his spine and made him come closer to the brink, he finally pulled Roger off of his length, letting out a loud groan at the loss of his hot mouth around his aching dick.

"I-I'm not...not finishing...like that." He breathed out, trying to regain his breath before he'd move on with anything else.

"Oh I figured you wouldn't settle for that tonight." He said, leaning back onto his hands and looking up at him. "Especially since you love having your cock up my ass even more than my mouth around it." He replied in that damned arrogant tone.

"And for such...such a tantalizing thought, why don't we move on?" He asked rhetorically, not waiting for any back chat from Roger before tackling him onto the bed, his legs immediately falling open and allowing him to climb between them. He looked up to his lover's face, seeing a small light of surprise mix in with those shadows of lust and desire, turning his gaze into a storm cloud. He grabbed the rim of his pants, tearing them off of him and discarding them like the rest of their clothes. He looked back over at Roger, not being able to hold back a smirk himself after seeing his lover's bulge pressing against the strained fabric of his boxers.

John climbed on top of him, hearing his breathing grow ragged as their crotches touched for a mere moment before he moved his lower body away from Roger's, earning a dissatisfied whine from the older boy. To make up for the lack of touch, he ran his hand down to his inner thigh, slowly dragging it across the sensitive area and up to his still covered length. The entire front of his boxers were completely soaked from a mixture of sweat and precum, the latter undoubtedly leaving stains that covered the inside of the garment. He tore off the damp piece of clothing, tossing them behind him, not moving his gaze away from his lover's now completely uncovered body. His whole upper body was flushed a lovely shade of red that rivaled the color of the walls around them, eyes dark and blurry with desire, lips slightly parted to try and steady his breath now that he would be the one receiving his own type of pleasure, and his stiff erection prodding at his lower belly.

"Good God you're such...such a sexy thing when you're like this." John whispered teasingly in his ear, moving his lips across his neck, down his chest, moving closer to his own tortured member. He moved off to the side and down to his lower body, biting at the soft skin while slowly moving his hand closer to his nether regions. Despite his desperation for any type of contact around his cock, he didn't want to endure a blowjob session at the moment, instead wanting to move on to the moment supreme of their night. He tried to form a sentence before John got down there, luckily for him he seemed to be taking his time by biting and nipping at the areas around it, touching every inch of his body except the ones he longed for him to touch. But his desire to move on beat it out and to not have to endure any of John's antics.

"J-John, not now. Just...Just move on. P-Please..." He quietly begged, shifting away from John's mouth as he neared closer, earning an odd look from his lover at his denial of his blowjob session.

John laughed softly, "Managed to bring down a bit of that self control, didn't I?" He asked in a teasing voice. Very rarely did Roger start to beg before they got to the climax of their sex sessions, even then he wasn't too whiny. But he was just not in the mood to deal with any more teasing. It was his own fault he was in this position, having caused John enough embarrassment and teasing back at the pub that he figured this was his way of getting back at him, seeing as neither of them really took their time with teasing each other unless they were trying to spice things up for whatever reason. But teasing in a hotel room after coming back from a night out at a pub and restaurant? It was the last thing he wanted to deal with at the moment.

Roger groaned in response as he inched his hand closer to his dripping cock, causing him to bite down on his lower lip out of frustration. Every single instinct in him told him to let John do as he pleased, to let him gain his own pleasure as soon as possible. John only partly obeyed to his pleads, which may have been the most devious choice of the three. Instead of leaving his lower body to move on or taking him down his throat, he took to placing a love bite along his inner thigh, moving up his left side to place another at the top of his leg. He whined in annoyance with the teasing bites he left along his lower body. He nibbled at his lower belly, leaving one final hard love bite along the sensitive patch, pulling a soft moan from his tense frame.

"God you drive me insane." John husked, returning to his position above his lover. His own patience was wearing thin with each passing second he had to refrain from moving on, just to torture Roger for a few more seconds before he'd receive his own pleasure and finally get inside of him. "Get these wet for me, unless you want to move on without any?" He asked, prodding his fingers at his lover's lips, earning that damned cheeky grin as he nodded over to his trousers off the side of the bed.

"B-back r-right pocket." He said, lazily lifting his hand and motioning to the piece of clothing that was thrown onto the floor from when he had tossed them off him a few minutes ago. John dived down, frantically trying to get to the back, shoving his hand into the back pocket, grabbing the small tube from them and throwing it back down to the ground, and returning to his anxious lover. Roger felt a shudder run down his body at the dark, aroused shadow that overtook his gray gaze, telling him just how ready he was to move on.

"How long have you been planning this?" John asked

"What? Staying out tonight? Only since we left the studio. Being fucked? Well who's gonna say no to a little extra?"

"You little smartass."

Roger gave a weak laugh, "At your service. N-now hurry up..."

Roger watched with a growing hunger for the final part of their night, spreading his legs a bit more to give him more space to work with as he poured the lube along his fingers, placing it into the bundle of sheets as he leaned in and shifting his lower body around to his liking. John let out a heavy sigh at the expression upon Roger's face. His eyes heavy lidded with lust, lips just barely parted to allow him to take in those short, shaky breaths, and those little twitchy movement of his arms and shoulders just drove him wild.

"J-John...C-come on." He pleaded, tightening his grip on the blankets, letting out a sharp gasp as he felt his fingers at his entrance, his whole lower body tensing up at the faint touch, opening his mouth to beg again for John to move on. God he could only imagine the other guys' faces if they ever saw him in bed. No, he wasn't some rough, kinky person once they got in the bedroom, but he certainly wasn't a pushover either. But tonight he seemed more persistent than usual. While they were at home, he rarely took this long to move on with his plans, wanting to jump into their sex sessions as fast as possible. He never really understood why. Was it his shyness and not wanting the others to catch them or even hear them make love in the other room? Or did he really enjoy making love in that fast paced manner like they did, Roger figuring it was the latter since he wouldn't even go along with it if he didn't want anyone to hear the two of them. He was never one for long teasing sessions, nor was John. That's not to say that they never had their slow, intimate sessions together. It was just the fact that the two of them preferred diving straight into what they wanted, no matter who initiated it. Though he had to admit he was more direct when he wanted to do it, John had had his times when he was craving his own type of relief and wouldn't shy away from outright saying what he wanted.

"John now!" He cried as he continued rubbing softly, teasingly against his opening. After what felt like hours, but had only been a minute, John listened to him and pushed his finger up into him, slowly entering him millimeter by millimeter. Roger threw his hand up onto John's upper arm, forming a tight grip around him as he twisted his finger around inside of him, sending indistinguishable shivers of both pain and pleasure down his spine. A sharp moan fell from his lips as he pushed deeper up into him while he tried to push himself down onto his finger to get more of him inside of him. He heard John chuckle from above him, giving into his silent pleads for more and adding a second digit, effortlessly sliding it in with the other and continuing to stretch him.

As John hovered above him, he devoured every little noise he made, little tick or twitch his body made at the movements of his fingers as he scissored them against his muscles, his tightness already turning him on before he even got in him. He flicked them in and out, each time he pulled back making his poor boyfriend think he was going to remove them from inside of him and would push himself down, desperately trying to keep him inside of him. John certainly had no intentions to stop, the lust and enjoyment that continued to grow within him that continually added to the sexual frustration that built up within him prevented him from doing so. Roger's shockingly strong grip around his arm was the least of his worry, ignoring the slight pain that came from his nails digging into his skin and focusing solely on preparing his boyfriend for the event that was so close to being upon them that John could hardly contain his excitement.

He eagerly watched as Roger writhed beneath him, still trying to find ways to please himself even more so than from what he was doing. He was enjoying every helpless attempt he made to get him deeper or to try and find his sweet spot, which he was purposely refraining from finding, wanting to save that for the main event instead of hitting it with his fingers. However he didn't let those actions go unseen and added a third finger, deciding not to mention it to him and wanting to see his reaction at the unexpected movement.

"Oh f-fuck John!" Roger groaned, a loud moan following his sentence. John couldn't take his eyes off of him as he started to lose that oh so strong composure, it growing weaker with each passing second he wantonly took his fingers inside of him, switching between slow, steady movements and quick and sudden ones within him, leaving him completely breathless with the sensation. Soon his own sexual frustration began getting the better of him now that his focus had started to move away from preparing Roger as he was made aware of his own throbbing erection, his body desperately wanting to get back to satisfying his own needs.

Unable to waste anymore time, John removed his fingers one by one out of Roger, earning and dissatisfied cry at the sudden emptiness that had yet to be filled up again. That feeling wouldn't last long as he laid back on his knees and snatched the bottle from the unkempt sheets. He squeezed out another generous amount of lube onto his hand, letting out a quiet groan as his hand touched his painfully hard cock, resisting the urge to pleasure himself. The events that sat ahead of him, that were mere moments away, made that act sound less and less appealing with every second. That, mixed with Roger's husky, irregular breathing that filled their room, him splayed out beneath him, with his head lulled to the left side of the pillow, his eyes unfocused, dark with arousal, and still fuzzy and half-lidded from the pleasure. He leaned in, Roger shifting beneath him to get into a better position, pushing on the back of his head so that he was just barely avoiding any contact with him.

"H-hurry up a-and...Fuck me." He whined breathlessly, releasing his grip on John's head, bringing his lower body up to indicate he wanted nothing more than to move on from this torturous pace. The overwhelming sensation from mere moments ago had left him dizzy with need and his thoughts jumbled and incoherent, only just being able to get that sentence together and tell John. He didn't even need an indication from him that he too was ready to move on, his flushed face and leaking erection told him enough. Roger tensed up, just barely feeling the tip of his cock at his entrance. "C-come o-on John...G-go for-Oh!" His sentence being cut off as John entered him with one quick, clean stroke.

John let out a shaky exhale against his neck as soon as he pressed himself fully inside of Roger, the latter biting down even harder on his slightly swollen lower lip to muffle his cries from the mixture of pain and pleasure that shot through his body. The suddenness of the action left him slightly unprepared for it, but the slow increase of pleasure and the dissolving pain made everything start to feel amazing, and he hadn't even started moving yet. However, Roger still needed a moment to get used to the tight fit of having him inside of him again, squirming beneath him, clawing at the disheveled sheets, moans and whimpers falling out of him, just adding to the sexual frustration that surrounded the two of them.

"Ow...Oh f-fuck..." Roger squeaked, throwing his arms around John's stiff frame, his breaths coming out in short gasps against Roger's neck as he tried to regain his thoughts and move on. Despite the growing anticipation of getting to this moment, nothing could have actually prepared him for the powerful wave of pleasure that had crashed over his body. He didn't want to move on just yet, wanting to make Roger wait a few more seconds before the heat of the moment would win over his conscious and he'd start making Roger scream at how good it would feel. He buried his face in the opposite crook of his neck that was still barren of any bite marks. He sucked hard on his collarbone, Roger moaning at the touch again, yet also trying to buck down onto his cock, his desperate attempt to fuck himself again failing almost immediately. He dragged his hands down to his hips, digging his nails into the soft skin. Just as he moved his mouth up to the side of his neck, he delivered the first thrust of the evening, perfectly timing it with Roger's movements, making Roger screech at the ecstasy that burned through his veins.

"Oh God John!" He wailed, a high pitched gasp following as he began getting into the rhythm of thrusting in and out of him, cutting off his train of thought at the steady waves of slight pain and pleasure that ran through his body. After having to go through the slow pace of the foreplay, or at least slow in his mind, finally getting to this moment was the final thing that John needed to finally give in and get back to their normal speed. His sentences were being reduced to shouts or curses every time John made a perfect movement inside of him, John himself barely saying anything through his own moans of pleasure that bumped against his neck, only making the sensation of him effortlessly thrusting into him even more pleasurable. Roger was hardly able to focus on any one thing. The thrusts that went deeper and deeper with each one, his nails digging, scraping at his hips, those puffs of hot breath against his neck, and John's own satisfied noises that filled their room, mixing with his own and just adding to the tension that thickened in the room as they continued with the heated sex session.

John tried to voice something out to Roger, but all that came out was another strangled groan of pleasure as he kept up with the movements that were definitely driving him insane. He made sure to avoid his sweet spot, wanting to keep him tense and anxious for when he would finally hit it, giving him no warning of when he would do so, wanting to make him wail out of surprise and ecstasy. The look of pure bliss upon his face made that decision even harder to keep, seeing as he already looked lost in the pleasure he was experiencing. His eyes were shifting between wide open with surprise and lightly shut with pleasure, chest dripping with sweat as it heaved up and down, desperately trying to keep a steady breath circulation despite his body being completely absorbed in everything he was doing.

"Agh...fuck!" John choked out instinctively as Roger tightened around his cock, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure down his spine and pulling another long moan from him. Roger let out a quiet laugh at his reaction soon returning to his own low moans, losing his grip on his body as his hands fell back down to their bed, forming a tight grip on the sheets. It hadn't taken long for him to start to lose control of his body's movements. He tore at the sheets, yanking them up from the bed before having to let them fall back down, only adding to the loud noises that filled the room, his chest shakily moving up and down as his body tried to stick to its most basic instinct of breathing and not keeping all its focus on John's movements within him. Yet he was just completely lost in expectation of when he'd finally slam into that satisfying spot deep inside of him, even trying to move down onto his cock each time he delivered a powerful thrust. After a few more moments of being denied that pleasure, he lost his final strand of control.

"D-dammit John! J-just..." He couldn't even finish his sentence, his breath running out before he could carry out his beg. John smirked at Roger's reaction, finally earning what he had wanted ever since he'd figured out that this is where their night out would lead. That dammed arrogance he possessed had gotten him in this place. Now John rarely thought of using his dominant position in their relationship to do something like this, mainly because he didn't mind Roger's attitude overall, even loved it at times too since it differed so much from his own. So he decided to make it more of a playful punishment, forcing Roger to have to revert to begs and cries before he would finally hit it. Though he could tell before hand, just the frustration in his face and everything he was trying from his submissive position to please him and make him give in early told him enough, he wanted to hear it for himself. And with that unfinished beg, John changed his position ever so slightly and slammed up into his lover's prostate. A sharp, piercing cry took over the room as Roger arched forward, wrapping his arms around John's soaked back and stabbing his nails into his skin.

"R-right there! Oh good G-God do t-that a-again!" He screamed, John's own control of his actions slipping away from him after causing that reaction from his boyfriend. He continually forced himself against his prostate, Roger's low moans of pleasure heightening to mewls and cries against his neck, wrapping his legs around his waist to keep him deeper, preventing him from moving back even if he wanted to, although that was the last thing he wanted at the moment. All he could do was pound into his lover, unable to control his actions any more after using every shred of it to hold himself together till this moment.

Roger was left in pure ecstasy as bolts of pleasure crashed through his body, every muscle tensing up, twisting around beneath him, and howling in pleasure every time John hit his sweet spot. Those fast, hard movements made his climax build up rapidly within his lower belly as he now had to split his focus from the pleasure and trying to fight back his release, despising the idea of giving up now and having to give up all those pleasurable sensations, which was the last thing he wanted to do at the moment. But dammit everything in his body was screaming for him to beg for John to move his hand away from his waist and up to his pulsing member that had been devoid of any kind of touch the entire night. Having to deny the blowjob session from earlier and to move on to this as soon as possible made him regret his earlier choice now that his focus was slipping away from him enjoying this session to wanting to have any type of relief on his cock.

"T-t-touch me..." He whined, pushing his hips against his lower body as John continued to thrust into him. John could barely register what he had actually said as any type of comprehensive ability had faded away, his whole body completely enveloped in the overpowering jolts of ecstasy that ran through his body, reverting him to where he was only able to thrust into him with short, quick movements and repeatedly moan out Roger's name. His sight was hazy with pleasure and sweat that dripped down into his eyes, mouth slack against his shoulder, and his right hand tried to leave his side up to his cock, wanting to hear his cries and see that sexy face as he finished. But he fought that last instinct, instead making Roger shriek for his touch, finding it much more fun to make him wait. Roger bucked down onto his dick again, forcefully removing that thin strand of self control in an instant as he removed his right hand from his waist and wrapped it around his throbbing length, Roger's begs dissolving into sharp pants as his ability to speak vanished. John tightened his grip around his length, moving it slowly up and down each inch, every time he returned to the top adding a quick flick across the tip, Roger hissing in pleasure at the movement.

"I can't...Ngh...Last m-much." He groaned, being just on the brink of orgasm after just a few long strokes along his shaft. He couldn't even open his eyes to look John in the eye to let him see how desperate he was to finish. He could hardly breathe now, his chest jerking out in a quick attempt to get some type of oxygen inside of him. John was still ignoring his pleads, timing his thrusts with his strokes, making sure every time he reached the base of his cock he'd hit his prostate, sending an indescribable shock of pleasure through his body. His mouth hung open in a silent cry, digging his nails even deeper into John's skin to help keep his climax at bay for as long as possible. He heard John try and say something to him, but all that came out was a restricted gasp for the time being as his thrusts grew shorter and quicker, telling him that he wouldn't be able to last much longer either. Roger began bucking his hips up to John's touch, choking out moans with every quick breath he took in as he began to squeeze his length, putting the most pressure on the tip.

"John please!" He begged.

"R-Roger...Cum for me..." He finally managed, Roger immediately responding with a strangled cry, the high shriek bouncing off the walls of their hotel room as his load spilled out onto John's hand and chest, pulling him closer to press himself against his chest as his back arched forward, his whole body shivering and convulsing underneath John's as waves of pleasure stormed through his body.

John watched as his lover came beneath him with his jaw hanging slack, eyes shut tightly, and pearls of sweat dripping down onto the sheets beneath him, the incredibly hot sight beneath him bringing him over the brink as well. He wailed Roger's name at the top of his lungs with the remaining breath he had as the sudden crash of pleasure fell over him, causing him to bury his head into the crook of his neck as he gave one final thrust into him and finally let loose deep inside of him, the remaining bits of energy being drained from the final action. He let out a long, low moan against Roger's neck, wrapping his arms around his weakened frame, and biting down on the crook of his neck to try and muffle the string of curses that followed as flashes of pleasure ran through his body.

His body gave one final movement within Roger as the last wave of delight faded away. He swallowed thickly, trying to soothe his throat and try to catch his breath now that they were able to recover from each of their orgasms. He slowly pulled out of Roger, rolling over to the opposite side of the bed and staring with weary eyes up at the ceiling.

"Being...Being unusually silent right now eh Rog?" He teased, giving a soft laugh afterwards and looking over to his partner, his gentle snores now becoming audible, making him bite down on his bottom lip to oppress any outbursts of laughter. After everything that had happened, he would have expected Roger to at least stay up for a few seconds after their sex session, but he was out cold almost immediately after he finished. John gave a gentle smile at the peaceful look on his face, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him closer. Even though he could be one of the most insufferable people in the world whenever he got too emotional about anything, he was still perfect in his eyes. Even if he drives me mad with that attitude of his. Though Roger couldn't hear him, he whispered a soft 'God I love you.' in his ear, resting his head on the pillow behind his, soon falling into his own well deserved sleep.

...

Roger groaned at the sunlight that hit his face, waking him up from his sleep. There was this peaceful mood in the air that drastically contrasted the frustration and energy that had existed a mere few hours ago back while they were at the peak of their session from the night before. He looked over at the mess they had made, seeing their clothes strewn about the floor of their room, the tossed up sheets of their bed, and a few things knocked over from either their entrance or from their activities afterwards, the glasses that had been on top of the dresser were now knocked over along with the brochures spread out across it. He turned over, expecting to see the sleeping face of his lover and wondering whether or not if he should wake him up. However, all he saw was an empty place with an indent in the bed, telling him that he had slept there the night before. He soon became aware of the shower that was running in their bathroom, that and the gentle annoyed whispers of the bassist accompanying it.

Why on earth is he showering now? It's only what, eight in the morning? He sat up and looked over at the clock, disproving his thoughts as he read10:38 am on the alarm clock, shrugging at the time, seeing as it was much earlier than he'd usually wake up if they didn't have to go to the studio the next day. Roger swung his legs off the side of the bed, grabbing his shirt from the bed and tossing it over his shoulders, not bothering to button it up just yet. He tugged on the boxers from the night before, seeing as they were the only pair he had brought with him.

Despite Roger's calm disposition for the time being, John was rushing to finish his shower as fast as he could, wanting to look at least halfway decent before returning home for a proper cleanse. He had hoped to get out of here around eight, but had slept much later than intended and had been so distracted the night before he didn't bother setting up an alarm so that they would be out of there. The whole point was for them to be back before the other two got up, which surely wasn't happening since Freddie wasn't one to sleep in late at any point in time, working quite well on five hours of sleep on some occasions. God Brian's gonna kill us. He thought as he rinsed the final areas of soap off his body.

"I was gonna yell at you but I can't get mad at you when your all steamy like that."

John shrieked, immediately trying to cover his lower body and cowering against the wall of the shower at the sudden voice. He looked over at his boyfriend who had finally woken up, much to his relief and dismay. He was glad that he wouldn't have to wake him up on his own, seeing as he could act exactly like a child when having to get up when he didn't want to. Then there was the fact that he knew he'd pull something like this, cursing his choice not to lock the door.

"Can't you knock?" He argued, getting up from his closed position yet still covering his lower body.

"Oh you don't have to cover anything up babe. I saw plenty of you last night." He jeered.

John shut the water off and wrapped the nearby towel around his lower body, shooting an annoyed glare at Roger for the time being, but quickly letting his expression soften once he saw that joyful sparkle in his eyes.

"Says the one who got dressed just to come in here."

"I can get undressed if you'd like. All you have to do is get back in that shower with me."

John gave a dumbfounded look at Roger's suggestion of shower sex after the night they had just had, although he had to admit his libido was much stronger than his own so he shouldn't be surprised that he was up for something only hours after. Roger wandered over, wrapping his arms around his still wet frame and dragging them down to the towel around his waist.

"Roger, not now. Seriously, we've gotta be back before the other two get up."

"What's another fifteen minutes gonna do?"

"That fifteen plus recovering, getting dressed, and then getting back to the damn flat. Sorry, not now." He said, putting emphasis on that last part as Roger's hands drifted to his ass and began kissing the back of his neck. Roger let out a dissatisfied groan at the denial of shower sex, crossing his arms like some five year old child.

"If you listen to me, we can do something tonight if you'd like."

"I'll hold you to that. Now lets go." Roger told him, John giving a soft laugh at his sudden change in attitude, only making him seem more immature by going along with what he wanted now that there was a benefit for him if he behaved.

Roger ran out of the room, immediately throwing on the remaining parts of his outfit while John tidied himself up for whatever reason. They were just returning home, though he figured that it was because he didn't want to look like he had had sex the night before. To help him out, he ran over to the other bed and tore up the sheets, trying his best to make it look like one of them had slept in the other bed. As he finished up messing up the other bed, John came out of the bathroom and noticed what he was doing, giving a thankful look at his gesture to abide to his wishes. Roger shrugged, flashing a kind smile and threw on his shoes while John began getting dressed, still shying away from being completely undressed in front of him for the time being.

"Don't worry, I'll wait outside. It's safe to take it off."

As he waited outside their room, foot kicked back against the door and crossing his arms, he remembered his silent encounter with the couple from the next room. He looked over, smirking at the Do Not Disturb sign hung on their door, giving him the same idea as Brian had when he had said alone time. As a final form of payback for their looks the night before, Roger ran back inside their room, seeing John throwing on his almost button-less shirt and grabbed the notepad from the dresser and ran out of the room again, quickly scribbling down a quick note to them. He soon heard the door unlock from behind him and slid it under their door just as John came out of the room, looking completely bedraggled despite his shower and ability to clean himself up, unlike him where he'd just thrown on his clothes and didn't even bother with his hair.

"Well, lets get going."

John wasted no time in yanking him down the hallway towards the lift. He gave an almost inaudible laugh at what he had written for that lovely couple next door, not even daring to mention it to John, seeing as he had endured enough embarrassment because of him from the previous night nor did he want to listen to any more complaining from his boyfriend.

Dear lovebirds,

Sorry if we may have disturbed you at any point last night. But you two seemed so interested in what we were doing that I thought you two wouldn't mind at all. I would have invited you in, but my boyfriend and I aren't too keen on having others watch. I'll tell you this, it really was a show. And if you don't want to see anything, keep your fucking noses out of other people's business then.

R.T

P.S: Least my partner can make me cum.

...

After managing to catch a taxi and get back to the flat as soon as possible, John was surprised it had taken them only a half hour to get back here, especially since it was usually busier at this time of day. Roger followed him in, figuring that the urgency of trying to get back in time had finally kicked in as they rushed into their flat. He fumbled for the key within his pocket, trying to find it among the loose pounds and other objects he had stored in there from God knows when.

"Just get the key already." Roger whispered

"What do you think I'm trying to do? Find our new track?" John hissed, checking his other pocket.

Finally finding it in the opposing pocket, he got the door open as fast and quietly as he could, the two of them shuffling in and trying to get back to their room before their frontman and guitarist came out, or woke up if they were that lucky.

"Come on!" John said, motioning to their room down the hall.

They froze at the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway near the living room. Turning towards the noise, John's heart sank as Freddie appeared at the end of it, dressed solely in a pair of jeans, his hair slightly unkempt, though it was much neater compared to either of theirs, eyebrows raised and lips slightly pursed. Brian joined him a moment later, looking slightly taken aback at their appearance, John taking notice at a smile that tugged at the corners of his lips, Freddie already covering his own mouth after taking notice of them. He glanced behind him, trying to hold back his own laugh at Roger's straggly appearance and to top it off he'd forgotten to pull his fly up. As expected, Roger was completely oblivious to their reactions, instead flashing that cheeky smile at the other two.

"Well, we're home!"

"I noticed, what on earth happened to you two?" Brian asked now that he had recomposed himself.

"Probably the same thing that happened to our poor frontman and guitarist." Roger teased, Freddie grinning in response and Brian going white as a sheet for a split second before flushing a light red. Believe me, that's not the worse thing he's said or done in the past twenty-four hours.

"Unimportant for the time being." Freddie beamed, "We've got places to be and things to do! So get cleaned up and we'll be having an absolutely wonderful time today. It's my birthday after all and we've got to celebrate in style!"