Roger Taylor Smut

Three's Company

It all started when Brian had walked in on you and Roger. It was definitely the last thing he expected the two of you to be doing when he walked in. It was an absurd scene; Roger kneeling in front of you while you sat on a chair, deep-throating the strap-on you wore as you praised him and pulled on his hair, two things that turned Roger on more than anything.

You had gotten startled when Brian opened the door, your hips jolting forward causing Roger to gag, come spurting out of his untouched cock once he realised Brian was standing there, watching with his pupils blown wide.

Things took an unexpected turn that night; a threesome. You all enjoyed it, Roger being the most enthusiastic out of all of you. You have to admit that the hottest thing that night was Roger blowing Brian like his life depended on it. Roger always wanted something in his mouth, whether it was fingers, gags, cocks you name it.

The lot of you were all extremely exhausted after, but one thing that was very important to you and Roger was aftercare, and Brian was an absolute doll about it. The way he cleaned up Roger was so gentle, as if he would break him if he was too rough.

Roger was always clingy, especially after sex, and practically begged Brian to stay the night, immediately cuddling up to him once he agreed. Roger and Brian lay on their sides, limbs entangling, whereas you threw your arm and leg over Roger's side, spooning him.

Roger fell asleep almost immediately, but you and Brian were still awake. It looked like something was on his mind, so you spoke up, "What's up, Bri?"

Brian sighed and Roger shifted in his sleep, trying to move closer to Brian even though it was literally impossible.

"I- I just- I don't-" Brian stammered as he searched for the right words. You grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers, "It's okay Bri, take your time."

After a few minutes of silence, he spoke up again, "I've wanted this for quite a while..."

Not fully understanding what he meant, you gave him a confused look. He added onto his previous sentence, "You...Roger...altogether...and me." The last two words came out as a whisper. You squeezed his hand in yours. "I'm sorry, it's silly." He murmured.

"No. No, it's not silly. I know what you mean." You reassured him.

He looked back up at you from where he was staring at the dishevelled waves atop Roger's head and smiled, the sliver of moonlight through the curtains illuminating a part of his face, showing his hazel eyes and very light freckles.

"He really wants you." You said as you let go of Brian's hand and swept your thumb over his bottom lip.

"Huh?" Brian didn't know what you meant.

"Roger." You answered.

"He- he wants me?"

"Don't tell him I told you, but he often has wet dreams, and sometimes I hear him calling and moaning out your name."

Even though it was practically pitch black in the room, you can see the soft hue of Brian's flushed cheeks. "Really?" He asked. You nodded.

Brian looked down at the blond boy in his arms and tightened his grip around him, nestling his nose into his soft blond locks.

"He fantasizes about you, Bri,"

Roger murmured something unintelligible, still sleeping deeply, pushing his face further into Brian's neck.

"I'm sorry," Brian told you.

"Why? There's no need to be." You were confused once more.

"Well, he's your boyfriend..." There was a long pause, "Maybe I should leave."