Queen Oneshots (Slash)

What's Happening? (Joger)

Look at the hilarious pic I found of Rog lmao.
Anyways, hopefully I'll be able to upstate a few more actually good OS's this weekend but for now heres a drabble I wrote:

warnings - sort of smut (voyeurism and masturbation)

John's POV

I rolled over on my side and rested my head in my hand as I observed what exactly was going on. Was Roger having a nightmare across the room? His sheets were all bundled up and I heard panting. He suddenly kicked the bedding off his body and at first I thought he was awake until I saw his eyes squeezed shut and trailed my own down to see his fist firmly grasping his erection through his boxers. That bastard was having a sex dream. I wasn't as disgusted as I ever expected to be if in this situation but instead I was surprised to find myself actually rather amused. Our bad boy drummer was alone in bed wanking himself off subconsciously like a teenage boy instead of being out with some groupie. And to top it off, I was getting a private show. My lips curled into a smirk as I continued observing my friend.

His beautiful tussled blonde locks were sticking to his face from the sweat and his tanned skin with the light patch of hair on his abdomen was highlighted by the soft glow of the moon. His glistening convulsing abs are what attracted my attention the most besides the rigorous pumping of his left hand and his twitching arm muscles. The way his stomach sunk in when he took a deep breath and how his core stretched as he arched his back were causing me to salivate. I trailed my fingers into my underwear and delicately grasped my cock. I hissed at my own touch and could feel the blood rushing down as I thought about how fucked up this was. I lazily stroked myself as I stalked him further.

His sounds were getting louder and more frequent, he must've been close or the dream was really really intense. I wondered what exactly he was fantasying about that got him so riled.

I carefully sat up and continued moving my hand faster as I watched him...he was so vulnerable. I could easily saunter over there and finish him off. I imagined myself hovering over him with my hand wrapped around his leaking cock and watching his entire body twitch and tense up as he threw his head back and released his load all over his toned tummy and my fist.

I wasn't going to do that but I did remove my boxers then slowly went over to his bed and stood beside it as he continued thrashing around in his sleep. I could feel my orgasm approaching already, he was so hot and I'd been pumping my length incredibly hard now that I'd gotten a better view of him. So up close and personal that the risk of being caught was fueling my arousal. I bit back my lip as I stared at the outline of his swollen cock beneath his pants and the way his hips jerked up into his palm as he whimpered silently and a large wet patch formed on the fabric.

"Fuck," I grunted before I squeezed my eyes shut and came as well all over him not stopping the flicks of my wrist until there was nothing left to come out.

As I regained my breathing I suddenly felt something wet and rough on my sensitive dick. I yelped and automatically jumped back but I popped my eyes open and saw Roger awake - sticking his tongue out. He shifted forward and licked me once more and I shivered. I placed my hand on top of his soft hair and massaged his scalp a little while my heart was still racing crazily. His tongue retreated back into his mouth and he looked up at me with those big  eyes.

"I didn't know you were into men," he muttered weakly.

I hesitantly nodded and let my fingers rest in his hair before I nervously gulped, "Are you?"

He leaned back a bit and I dropped my arm down by my side as he propped himself on his elbows. My gaze trailed all over his sweaty body, thick white ropes of my cum were strung all over his torso and some had even landed on his lower neck and collarbone. It painted him perfectly and I prayed he wasn't furious at me for degrading him like that. He could tell I was staring at the mess I'd made so he cleared his throat.

"We can shower in the morning," he smirked as he roughly wrapped his leg around me and forced me to fall down on top of him.

I stared at him contently as we were chest to chest. I could feel how sticky it was and how much of it there seemed to be. I tiredly reached down and tugged on the waistband of his boxers telling him to go ahead and take them off. I rolled over so I was no longer above him and rested my head on one of the pillows as I gently closed my eyes. Once he'd stripped down he crawled up next to me and nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck as he lifted my arm and placed it around his waist. I pulled him in tighter and breathed in his musky scent.