Roger Taylor Smut

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You and Roger have been best friends for a long while and it was no surprise when people would mistake the both of you as a couple for how often you'd always be together. 

However, just because you were best friends with Roger, it didn't mean you weren't close with the rest of the band. As a result, you were invited when Brian got married.

It was just past one in the morning when Roger asked you to dance when a slow song came on. And you being you, couldn't decline. 

Any opportunity you had to make physical contact with Roger, you took it. It has maybe been a week or two since you started teasing Roger and dropping hints that you wanted to be more than friends. You weren't sure if he got these hints, but you kept them going nonetheless. 

This wouldn't be the first time you and Roger danced together, but it was the first time you were pressed tightly against him like you were now. Your foreheads were leaned against each other as the two of you softly swayed in unison.

You decided that now would be a good time to continue your game of teasing with Roger. You also decided you'd take it up a notch...or five.

You slid your hand down from around his neck and down his chest. Roger took notice of what you were doing and prayed to God you wouldn't move your hand further, but you did anyway.

He gasped quietly once you had your hand on his semi-hard bulge.

"What the hell are you doing?!" He whispered in your ear. 

"Having a little fun." You whispered back.

"No! Not on the middle of the dance floor." This time his words were whispered into the crook of your neck where he had his head rested. 

"Roger, we're in the corner, no one will see us." You assured him. 

Your hand hadn't moved from its previous spot and just as he was about to protest once more, you gave him a light squeeze which made him immediately shut up. 

You continued to rub your hand over his growing bulge, loving the little whimpers that came out of Roger in response.

"Wouldn't it be a shame if we ruined the lovely trousers?" You asked quietly.

"Yes, yes it would be. So let's not ruin them." Roger answered.

"That's too bad," You pouted even though he couldn't see you. "I already made my decision."

Even though it was only a few minutes, Roger was so worked up that if you gave him the chance to cum, he would.

The dancing crowd around the both of you didn't seem to notice the fact that you now had your hand down the front of Roger's trousers. Roger's breathing was heavy and warm on your neck and he let out the odd whimper here and there.

"You gonna cum for me, Rog?" You asked. He shook his head "no" and then spoke, "Not in front of everybody." He practically whined.

"If you don't cum now, Roger, this might be the only chance you get." You warned him.

He let out a whine of frustration before taking his hand and placing it over yours and squeezing himself. He quickly put his lips over yours as his orgasm washed over him. 

You pulled your hand out of his pants and away from his wet underwear as he pulled back from the kiss. His face was flushed and you'd have to be really close to him to notice he was sweating a little. 

"I can't believe you just made me do that." He mumbled. 

"But you liked it." You said.

"...Yeah..." Roger said. You grinned and pecked his lips before you spoke. "What do you say, we get outta here? Go up to your hotel room?" Brian's wedding reception was held in a private party room in a hotel and he booked rooms for all the guests. Roger eagerly nodded his head at your suggestion.