Queen Oneshots (Slash)

Xmas Oneshot 1/4 (Joger)

a/n - lots of teasing. enjoy ;)

I'd already finished wrapping Christmas gifts for the band when I realized Freddie's looked awful. Now, I didn't really give too big a shit but he did have the courtesy to invite the us all over to his place so the least I could do was make sure the picky singer enjoyed the presentation. Perhaps I could add something simple to the wrapping and it'd be a quick fix before Brian came to pick us up.

I placed the box on the kitchen table and bent over the small desk up against the wall to grab a pair of scissors so I could curl the ends of the ribbon. Yet as I was struggling to get them out of the pen holder with a bunch of pencils going every which way making it very hard to remove them from the entangled mess my older, blonder boyfriend had found his way into the room and from the mischievous snicker he was now presumably attempting to find his way into my trousers.

I heard the floor creak as he moved to take advantage of the suggestive position I was in, I was still struggling to get the pair out as he stood behind me and grabbed my hips. I naturally relaxed at his touch yet there were tasks to do and places to go and we couldn't get carried away.

"You've got a great arse," Roger sighed - his voice raspier than usual as he pawed lightly at the sides of my lower body.

"You know...you tell me that a lot," I smirked as I looked back at him over my shoulder, my grasp on the handle tightening as his grasp on me did too. Not once as I spoke did he avert his attention from my "great arse."

I honestly wasn't sure if he'd noticed what I said or if it all had went in one ear and left out the other. He finally looked up or should I say down at me with those bright blue eyes. I watched him observe the predicament I was in and his lips curved into a playful smile.

"I can't help it," he leaned forward causing his groin to press against my bottom. He tightened his grip on my right hip as he let go of the other side. He bent further over me and swiftly grabbed the pair of scissors I'd been struggling to get for a minute in barely a second. As they left my hold, he dangled them in front of my eyes.

"Trouble with these?"

I felt my neck cramping up and turned back to the desk. I tried not to focus on the way my upper body was forced onto the wood, with my lower half perfectly propped up for him as I spoke assertively, "We need to get that gift to Freddie."

"Here you go."

He placed the tool on the desk but kept himself where he was and kept me trapped. I could sense myself hardening despite it all. Even through all the layers of clothes that kept us apart, I could feel the outline of his member resting up against my entrance.

A whine escaped my lips as he cupped my erection and gave it a slight squeeze.

"I can't decide which I like more," he growled as his other hand fondled my arse possessively.

It felt so damn good I couldn't help but give in,
"Please."

"So you want me now?"

I completely lost all control as I arched my back and begged so desperately.

"Roger please shut up and fuck me! I want you inside me, please!"

The doorbell echoed through the entire house and I felt the warmth leave me.

"That must be Brian," the drummer said quietly as he backed away as though nothing happened, I sharply got up and faced him.

"Can't we just fucking drive ourselves later..." I whispered as I approached him.

He grabbed the present off the table and cleared his throat, "I'm thinking of fucking you once were there..." he stepped closer to me. "I'll take you to the other room and make you scream for everyone to hear."

I shivered at the idea. Another ring of the door.

"Coming!" Roger shouted before turning back to me one last time. He caressed my cheek and growled in my ear, "I want them to know who you belong to."

He briskly walked out the door and down the hall.

I hated how he got me all riled up and flustered and I'd have to wait for god knows how long to get my release. I was trying to calm down and get rid of my hard on as the muffled voices of the other two got louder as they were laughing about something.

When I was better, I joined them out in the foyer and Roger instinctively wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him in the middle of their discussion. I was embarrassed but still tried listening in to understand what they'd been talking about - Brian was trying his best to ignore the fact that Roger was running his hand up and down my hip as he spoke nonchalantly and well, Roger was trying his best to egg the both of us on.

He continued talking to the guitarist like nothing was happening as he slipped his hand up under my shirt and traced my hip bone with his thumb. I had to bite back my lip and Brian saw out of the corner of his eye. This was going to be a long Christmas Eve...