Roger Taylor Smut

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Requested by: Anonymous 

It started at the local pub after a gig the boys played. It went well, the four of them playing beautifully together. 

Shortly after the set was over, Freddie, Brian, Roger, and John emerged from the small reserved backstage area with wide grins and positively glowing, though it could've been the layer of sweat clinging to their skin. 

The first round was on you, the five of you cramming into a corner booth; you and Roger beside each other and Brian, Freddie, and John sitting across from you. 

Teasing Roger was effortless. He got flustered quite easily and it was definitely amusing to see him all flustered.

"Oh, I love this song! Come dance with me, Y/N!" John said, pulling you up from your seat, effectively untangling yours and Roger's fingers from his lap.

You didn't have the chance to protest, telling John that you weren't that great of a dancer. Not that he would care. 

John tried to lead you, he really did, but at this point, you guys just had your arms around each other while swaying your hips to the fast beat of the music. 

When you looked back towards the booth where the others were sitting you saw Roger wearing a wide grin on his face and Freddie holding up his camera at the two of you as a big flash went off, sending you and John into a fit of giggles. 

The song was over, but you and John stayed for another few, him still trying to somewhat lead you until you gave up and went back to sit with the others. 

"My, my, that was a sight." Freddie mused while chuckling and handing the photo he took over to you. You and John both had weird expressions on your face as you weren't prepared for your picture to be taken. 

Roger smiled at you and you took his hand, placing it on your lap this time, lacing your finger together. With your other hand, you placed high on his thigh. 

Roger sighed in a content manner and laid his head on your shoulder. The flash of Freddie's camera went off again as you placed your head on top of Roger's. 

Freddie took out the developing photo and shook it around. He handed it to you once it developed and you and Roger examined it. 

In the picture, Roger was slightly looking up at you with a relaxed smile, whereas your eyes were just closed. 

Roger pecked your cheek as he pulled out his wallet to slip the photo inside. Just as he was putting it back, he gasped as your hand went over the slight bulge in his trousers. 

"What's wrong?" Brian questioned. 

Roger stammered, "Uh- I think I forgot to leave some extra food in a bowl for Ziggy." 

"Oh, poor dear! How dare you forget about him!" Freddie exclaimed. 

"I didn't mean to! I was in a rush!" Roger defended himself for the mistake he didn't even make. 

Roger looked over at you and gave you a dirty look as Freddie continued to chastise him about properly taking care of his cat. You non-verbally replied by applying more pressure on his rapidly hardening cock. 

You felt Roger's thighs tense as he tried to make it look as if nothing was happening.

You leaned into Roger, whispering in his ear, "You're gonna be a good boy for me, right sweetheart?"

Roger slightly nodded his head, "Yes." 

"Good," you said, kissing his neck right below his ear. 

A shiver ran through Roger's body as you slowly undid the button and zipper on his pleather pants.