Blinded by the Light: Drabbles

Drabble Thirteen: Collection

Counting Stars (warning: sexually explicit)

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Roger had never thought he was going to see stars again, but he liked to think that it was inevitable when having an astronomer for a boyfriend. It was not that this former profession of Brian's was directly involved in the process of Roger seeing again, nor did he get to lie his eyes on the actual astronomical bodies, such as star signs, star clusters, or the like. It were more of the abstract kind of stars; it were shards of light somewhere in the sea of darkness, blindingly sharp compared to the colours – or lack of colours – Roger was usually experiencing before his dysfunctional eyes. While they had first started off as little dots of lights showing up like far away stars on an unclear summer night, the stars had increased to a level where they were now bright, hot, bold, and anxiously exciting, exactly matching the situation Roger found himself in at the moment.

'Brian...'

Roger realised that he had called out his boyfriend's name just as many times as there currently were stars dancing before his eyes, but he couldn't help himself; not when Brian was treating him like this. With his sweat-slicked skin against his own, a hand greasy with Vaseline around him, a mouth whispering sweet promises and even sweeter sin into his ear; it was so much, too much, and yet it was not enough by far. It was enough to leave him hanging on the brink, forever increasing his frustration, the frequency at which he begged for release, and the density of the by now blindingly sharp simmering of those stars.

'Tell me what you want,' Brian whispered demandingly against the shell of his ear, but all Roger could do was groan helplessly; something that only got worse when Brian licked a wet trail along his jawline. He loved it when Brian was like this; he was usually sweet and understanding and endlessly patient with him in their everyday life, but once they ended up under the sheets and Roger gave him a free pass, Brian could become so demanding and inflexible in giving him what he wanted. And even though Brian letting him hang on for tantalising minutes, quarters, or even hours, even though it could all be so fucking frustrating, Roger loved every second of it.

'I want... I want you, Brian, please-' Roger choked out, before he was cut off by the feeling of Brian pressing himself deeper up inside of him, a hot jolt of what felt like liquid fire shooting up his spine, momentarily cutting off his breath. Once he regained his ability to breath, Brian did it again, and again, and again, messing up his breathing rhythm until Roger was reduced to tears of frustration and intense pleasure beneath him. He tried to wipe them away, but he could not bring up his hands anymore; it was as if they had been glued to the mattress beneath him, and he was completely surrendered to what Brian had in mind with him.

Luckily for Roger, the sight of tears appearing in his eyes was a sign for Brian that it was time to bring it to a well-deserved and satisfying end. He tightened his grip around the underside of Roger's dick and stroked him, simply stroked him teasingly while keeping up with his pace of pressing himself inside of Roger, and repeating these movements a few times was all the drummer needed to give in with a piercing cry, coming all over Brian's hand in hot, pulsing spurts. Roger vaguely noticed Brian's mouth curling into a satisfied smirk against his jaw, his free hand smoothing over his hip, but the feeling of pure ecstasy running though his veins was overpowering all physical touches and the current quivering of his body. All he really felt is the pleasure, the relief of sexual tension that had been building up for way too long, and of course, the stars that were now brighter than they had ever been before. They were overwhelmingly present before his eyes; they were bold, flickery, consumed all of his attention and focus, and reduced him to an almost life- and motionless doll until they eb away after a few long-lasting but fully enjoyable minutes, taking the brilliantly satisfying physical aspects of finally getting relief after having been kept short for what felt to be an entire night along with them.