Queen Oneshots (Slash)

He'd Never Tell You (Joger 1)

A/N: I wrote this is in like 8 minutes and decided that I wasnt going to go back and change or edit anything cause I wanted to see how itd turn out without any work put into it lmao. So basically this is just straight from my brain to the screen.
No actual joger smut lmao but there is smut in here, very very bad smut. I promise I can write better smut and shit lmao.

If you had the chance to sit down with Roger Taylor and ask him about Queen's success in the late 70's, he would tell you about all the time in the studio and the crazy parties and insane shows on tour. He may or may not tell how when on tour for their album Jazz his hotel room was right next to Deacons in several cities. But Roger wouldn't tell you about the night he saw John Deacon drunkenly stumble down the hall with a young man. Roger was turning the key into his own door when right next to him his bandmate was all over a groupie- completely unaware of the drummers presence. He watched John hurriedly rush the key into the knob with one hand while the other was knotted up in the strangers hair as their lips crashed together. Roger entered his room as soon as possible hoping not to get caught, even though it was more him catching John than anything else.

He wouldn't ever dare tell you about the moans and screams he heard that night. He could tell which ones were Deaky's because he knew the voice of his friend, and he knew that when a loud scream of a name other than his own was shouted that he wished it was him in there with him. He felt his member harden as his blood rushed down due to the whimpers and the creaking of the bed frame. God, how he wished that it was his name leaving John's lips. He wanted to be the one getting those throaty groans out of the bassist. He never thought of ravishing his bandmate before but it was all he wanted in that moment.

He threw off his clothes, and jumped into the shower. Feeling the hot water run down his tan skin, and his own calloused fingers running over his chest. He thought about all the sounds coming from next door. He gave his nipple a little pinch before wrapping his hand around his aching cock, the other hand holding onto the soap dish. The pleasure was already so intense that his knees easily buckled and he could've fallen. He eventually reached his climax and shouted out John's name.

He'd never tell you about how not too many nights later he decided to ask Freddie about how to pick up guys. He was eventually able to coerce a young American who reminded him just enough of John to satisfy his urges into coming back to his room with him.

He wouldn't dare share how he completely unhinged and burried himself in the man after barely learning his name and bending him over the loveseat.Feeling the brand new incredible tightness all around him he almost came that second. He regretted all the years he hooked up with women when he could've been doing this instead. He slowly pulled out before thrusting back in, building up a rhythm. One hand tightly gripping the boy's right hip, leaving red marks as the other jerked him off.
He'd never admit that he closed his eyes and was able to imagine that it was actually John squirming beneath him the entire time. He pretended the cries and grunts were all Johns. That it was John clenching around him and that it was John whose member throbbed in his palm. He convinced himself that it was John who let out a long moan as he went in as deep as he could and shot his load up into that glorious heat.
If only he could convince John to let him do it for real....