"You're breath-taking, baby." Roger said and moved the hands from Johns face. He looked relieved.
Roger was kneeling between Johns angled legs and now bent down to kiss his nose and eventually his lips.
Their members were lightly touching.
John's got harder and harder with the time they were kissing. He let out quiet groans from time to time which turned on Roger even more.
The drummer kissed his way down to John's stomach, leaving love bites here and there. When he arrived at John's dick, he felt a hand on his head which pulled him back.
"I... Don't want that yet." John admitted.
"It's okay." Roger calmly said. "What do you want me to do then?"
John began to blush and looked away.
"Maybe you could finger me or something..." He answered.
The drummer nodded.
"You don't have any lube, do you?"
Negative.
Roger held his index and ring finger into John's face and told him to wet them. John grabbed Roger's arm and started kicking his fingers. Then he took them into his mouth and hollowed his cheeks to produce a vacuum.
The blonde found himself getting more impatient every moment, when John looked into his eyes while suckling on his fingers. He easily could have cum in that moment.
His innocent face doing these things was just too much to handle.
Roger pulled his fingers out of John's hot mouth.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked.
John agreed enthusiastically, he looked incredibly sexy doing so. His cheeks were glowing red, his eyes were glassy and he slightly arched his back.
Roger proceeded to slowly enter his boyfriend with his index. He watched John reaction - he closed his eyes and his breathing got heavier - before he started to move.
First in circles, then like he signed someone to come over, he moved his fingers inside John, who let out a very pleased Mhh every once in a while.
When the bassist got used to the one finger, Roger decided it was time to add a second one. He tried to do some kind of scissor movement, but failed because John was way too tight.
John gasped loudly when he felt a second finger in his insides. He looked down to find Roger staring at him.
"I want you!" John moaned. His boyfriend chuckled and pushed in his fingers in his fingers as deeply as possible, just before pulling them out quickly, earning another gasp from John.
Roger took the condom from the other end of the bed and opened it.
"I guess I need a little help with it." He said suggestive.
"O, I'll sure help you out!"
John unpatiently picked the condom out of its package and rolled it teasingly slow onto Roger's member.
"Fuck." He groaned.
No matter how much he wanted to turn his boyfriend around and just fuck him until John felt like he was going to faint, Roger wanted John to have a quite romantic first time.
So he told the brunette to lift his hips to place a pillow underneath it.
He placed his dick on the entrance. John held onto his shoulders and positively nodded.
While Roger entered him, the two held eye contact. John's breathing got heavier again and his race was beating at an extreme rate. His grip got tighter.
"Don't move." He told Roger when he has fully entered.
Roger played with his hair to reassure him and tried to get into a more comfortable position without moving to much.
After John got used to the new felling of being full and his grip got lighter again, he whispered:
"Please do it slow."
"Anything you want."
Roger naturally followed John's wish of taking it slow, so he pulled out just a little bit and softly trusted back in.
John's eyebrows narrowed. That was such a great and different feeling, nothing like anything other he had experienced yet.
When Roger's thrusts got more rhythmic, the bassist had trouble to supress his moans.
Roger instead had no such worries. He groaned when he had to and didn't care about the volume of them at all.
For a moment he stopped with his movements to lean on his elbows instead of his palms. The drummer placed his head next to Johns.
Thenhe began to thrust again.
Suddenly a rather loud moan escaped Johns lips. His face flushed red and he hid it in the gap between Roger's neck and his shoulders.
"Please fuck me me harder." He unwilling said, but he meant it.
In that second Roger's movements began to increase in speed, leaving John no chance to stop groaning.
The cute voice of him urged Roger to reach down to his boyfriends dick and jack him off.
John now pressed his thighs together, creating even more body contact.
It was very hard for Roger not to cum right now.
Again and again Roger hit John's sweet spot, resulting in his legs shivering and him crying out everytime.
Roger unconsciously sticked his lips out like he did when playing the drums. His hand moved quicker and drove John insane. The bassist felt tension building up in his stomach - he wouldn't last any longer.
"Roger, I-" John wasn't able to finish his sentence, his mouth fell open und he closed his eyes when he came. There was no sound, though.
The drummer felt his boyfriend tightening around his cock and John's cum dripping on his fingers. His whole body was shaking in pleasure for a few seconds.
Now, Roger was even closer to cumming than before, he pulled slowly out because he wasn't a big fan of cumming inside people, even with a condom on.
He quickly pulled the condom off and started stroking his dick firmly.
"You can come on me." John breathed.
That sent Roger over the edge. He came with another loud groan and spread his semen all over John's chest and stomach.
Some even landed on John's chin.
They looked into each other's eyes, still gazed from their orgasms.
Exhausted, Roger sank beside him. John instead stood up and walked naked into the living room. He moved kind of funny.
When he came back he had cleaned himself from the cum and had Roger's cigarettes and a lighter in his hands.
John cuddled Roger whose breathing was still heavy.
"You were great." He mumbled while lighting a cigarette and placing it on Roger lips.
Then he lit one for himself.
"You were gorgeous, too." Roger replied. "Didn't know you were so kinky. "
John playfully slapped his head.
"Fuck off."

Freddie arrived at John's flat again, but decided not to enter since the only thing he could hear were muted moans and softly the creaking of the bed.
He made a mental note to call the two love birds in one or two hours. If they could fuck, they could work too.
Freddie was surprised though, he saw how miserable John was yesterday. Had his infamous broth healed somebody once again?
He chuckled to himself when he ran down the stairs. Brian was lucky that Freddie didn't forced him to go up with him, he would have been pissed the rest of the day.
And that was bad, because when Brian was pissed, he was kind of passive-aggressive to everyone he came along.
Freddie stepped outside the building and moved to the car Brian was waiting in.
"John's still sick. Roger is taking care of him, but they'll be able to work tomorrow." He lied while sitting down on the passenger seat.
"Alright."
Brian started the car and started heading to Freddie's apartment.
"Do you mind when I join you for a while?" Brian asked shyly. "I don't feel so good at the moment."
"Of course, gorgeous! What's wrong?"
Freddie noticed that Brian was driving faster than allowed.
"I don't know. I think I'm jealous? Rogers always on my mind and John's making me uncomfortable."
Freddie coughed. He was uncomfortable too right now.
"You need some distraction, darling." He smiled. "
By distraction I mean somebody else. And where can we get you someone nice? That's right - a bar."
Brian was now driving at normal speed again, which reassured the singer enormously.
"Thank God."He mumbled to himself.
"Is a normal bar okay or do you perhaps... Want to go to a gay bar?"
Brian didn't look at Freddie, but he blushed and then nodded.
Well, the name Queen is suddenly more accurate than ever, Freddie thought. John, Brian and me are gay and and Roger is bisexual.
Of course nobody except John knew about his sexuality yet.
"Okay, I'll look for one and then we'll be going there this evening."
Brian tried to surpress his smile when he turned into Freddie's Street. Maybe it would really help him get over Roger.

"And was it good?" Was the first thing Freddie asked when Roger picked up the phone.
"What?"
"Sex with Deaky."
"Sex with Dea- SEX WITH DEAKY?" Roger blurted and looked into the bathrooms direction, where John was showering at the moment.
"Yeah, how was it?"
"I don't understand why I should tell you about it. How do you even know that we had sex?!"
Freddie chuckled.
"I may or may not have wanted to visit you while you were at it. Dont worry I won't tell anybody about it, love." He winked, but obviously Roger didn't see it.
Roger was still naked and standing in front of the window while he was talking with Freddie.
There was a woman staring from the building next to the one he was in. He signed her to get lost, to which she started blushing and quickly walking away.
Roger sighed. Deaky would probably tell him anyway so there was no need to be prude.
"It was amazing. John looked breath-taking. I followed your advise, though I could barely hold back to fuck him until he can't- Yeah that's probably more information that I should tell."
Freddie snorted.
"You're really unique, Darling. By the way, I expect you two to work tomorrow!"
"Ugh."
"We're doing anothee choir part. I decided I want John to sing with us this time because I think he has a quite lovely voice."
"Double-Ugh." Roger rolled his eyes.
John came in silently and saw Roger on the phone. He mouthed Freddie?.
His boyfriend nodded in response.
"Hello Freddie!" John then said loudly, so the singer could hear it. Then he took the phone out of Rogers hand.
"Hey John. Did you hear the great news? We're doing the choir part again - with you this time!"
The bassist looked down, his face pale.
"Um. I actually don't want to sing. You know that I'm insecure about my voice..."
"I'll make you confident then, gorgeous!"
Then he hung up.