(M is for Mature!!)
Brian tugged an exhausted Roger Taylor into their room, the concert went wonderfully, but the drum solo sucked all the energy out of him, but it fired Brian up. He'd been waiting the whole rest of the concert to get back to the room, where they could be alone.
Brian pinned Roger to the wall and went to kiss him. "Christ Rog, that drum solo.." Brian tangled his fingers into the short blond hair.
"Mmhm..'s 'mpressive.." Roger was trying his best to seem interested since he was always coming onto Brian first. "I'm known fer the hugeness of my gong..hehe"
"Mmhm but it's allll mine.." Brian attached himself to the drummers neck and left a love bite on it. Roger laid his head back onto the wall. Whilst enjoying the sensation, exhaustion took over Rogers eyes shut and he started sliding down the wall. "Rog- ...wake up!"
"Wha-! O-oh God Bri I'm sorry I- I'm so sleepy...I know you want to do something I'm sorry..tomorrow..ok?" Roger rubbed his eyes and placed a hand on Brian's cheek lovingly, before flopping onto the bed.
'.......but......' Brian angrily ruffled his hair and huffed. "Don't go to bed with your shoes on.." He pulled the sleeping mans shoes and socks off, setting them down and gently tucking him in. Brian slid off his trousers and crawled into bed beside the drummer, trying to ignore the aching sensation between his legs.
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It worked for awhile, but unfortunately as soon as it went away, a dream very much similar to the drum solo of this evening woke Brian up with another erection. '...fuck...' He rolled over, Roger was inches away. Looking gorgeous as ever.. '...if I could just...' Brian's hand crept towards his crotch- "no!" Did he say that out loud? Shit. Roger scrunched his nose and shifted onto his stomach, making a whiny sound.
This night felt like it was taking forever, and the situation was only getting worse. About five minutes passed, and Roger threw an arm around the guitarist, pulling him close. '...shit...' Brian's mind kept wandering to the drum solo...if Roger would have just shortened it he'd still have enough energy too.. He shook his head and cuddled back into Roger.
The thoughts would not stop! '...I can't take it this isn't going away...' Brian shimmied his pants down and tried to stay as quiet as possible.
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Roger woke up to panting. His eyes adjusted to the darkness and the lanky figure of Brian May was brought into vision. '...is he? Ooh...' A smirk appeared on the drummers face and he placed a kiss on the older mans shoulder.
"You must have really enjoyed that solo hmhm..."
Brian froze. "H-huh~ mmhm-.." Roger kissed his shoulder again and slid his small hand around to replace Brian's.
"What was so..." Roger licked a stripe up the mans neck "hot..about it?" He started back up at the rhythm Brian was going.
"Uh~ hmmn y-your- huff..f-faces~" Brian arched his back and bit his lip again.
"Ooh yeah?"
Brian nodded and let out a whimper. "F-faster~ hnmm" Roger sped up and leaned close to his ear.
"Remember how hard I hit that drum...I was thinking of you the whole time..." Brian let out a moan.
"F-fuck rogerr~ I'm- close-" Brian craned his neck to look at the blond. Roger flipped Brian over and pulled himself up to straddle the taller man.
"I want to see your face when you get pushed over the edge.." Roger trailed a hand down Brian's chest and smirked.
"Aa~ hnnm o-ok" Roger smiled and ran his thumb over the tip making Brian groan loudly. The drummer was trying not to get turned on but it wasn't working out, Brian makes the most wonderful faces.."r-Rog I-" the older man came with a yell.
Roger rolled off of him and laid a kiss on his forehead. "Good?"
"Mmhm.." He weakly turned and pulled Roger close, raising his eyebrows. "Oh? Do you..?"
"O-oh no ill be ok. Let's get sleep. Yeah?" Brian nodded and closed his eyes.
A few minutes passed. "...well...yes please."
~~~the end thank you for sinning :)~~~
