A Study in Patience [Freddie/Roger]

A Study in Patience

'Oh my God, fuck!' Roger whined into the tensed atmosphere of the bedroom, making Freddie smirk in satisfaction. Being on top of Roger's lower body, having a perfect sight over his flushed cheeks, his sweaty chest, his stiff erection that was pressing against his lower belly, gave Freddie this certain feeling of powerfulness – even though he knew he was likely to lose it before he could really enjoy it. Yet in the heat of the moment, he tried to push that thought away for as long as possible as he squirted some more of the transparent substance on his fingers, hearing Roger's voice make the most marvellous little sounds and seeing his eyes flutter close when he bluntly yet skilfully pushed three digits up inside of him again. How he loved seeing Roger like this; how he wished he could have him sweaty and desperate beneath him for a longer time than he usually got. And there they were, the words Freddie both loved and feared to hear.

'Freddie, please, just go for it. Please... please just fuck me...'

Freddie saw the sparkle of sheer lust lightening up in Roger's eyes, and he knew his boyfriend was physically and mentally more than ready to get laid, but there was this one thing that held Freddie back from slamming himself into Roger already, so he leant in closer to Roger's face to whisper the words he said every time right before he was about to take things further.

'Promise me you won't come right away,' he whispered in a low voice, twisting his fingers just so to have Roger squirm at the touch in his lower regions, before pulling his fingers out one by one.

'Ngh,' Roger choked out gracelessly, pressing his head back into the pillows supporting his head, not quite answering Freddie's order. 'Why did you stop?!' he whined.

'I'm serious, Roger,' Freddie stated, ignoring Roger's question. 'Don't come before I tell you to do so,' he insisted, curling his fingers around Roger's erection, his hand slow but clenching tight.

'I won't! I promise you I won't,' Roger managed helplessly, bucking up into the quicksilver touch of Freddie's hand. Even though Freddie knew he was fighting a losing battle, he couldn't help believing – or, to be more precise, wanting to believe – Roger's words. He knew his boyfriend had spoken those words more out of desperation and neediness than out of real promise, but for God's sake, he needed Roger too badly to hold out much longer, even though he knew that giving in now would bring him nowhere in the end. Pushing that awful thought to the back of his mind as much as he could, Freddie let out a half-sigh, half-breath of agreement, before slickening all involved body parts a little more with an extra application of lube. By the time he carelessly threw the small bottle aside, dimly hoping it would reach the nightstand and not fall to pieces on the floor, Roger's clinging onto him had changed into a clawing onto him, and he knew that the only way to keep him silent and satisfied – as much as that was possible – was to give him what he wanted. And what Roger wanted, was pretty clear; the only problem was that Freddie knew for a fact that letting him have his way as usual would result in a guilt-triggering orgasm for his boyfriend and both sexual,- and emotional frustration for him.

'Freddie,' Roger nearly sobbed, 'please, please, now!' he whimpered, for which Freddie finally yielded. Ignoring the small voice in his head that told him that Roger wasn't going to care about his boyfriend's pleasure this time either, he gave in to the immediate-satisfaction way of handling the situation (which in the end would not be satisfactory at all) by guiding his throbbing cock to Roger's entrance, pulling a sharp cry from him when he first pushed in, followed by a shaky sigh of anticipation that was the green light Freddie needed to push in the rest of his achingly hard cock.

As Freddie propped himself up on his hands, with which he at the same time also forced Roger's wrists down on the mattress above his head, he gladly drunk in the sound of the strangled cries the first thrusts provoked from Roger, who was restlessly tossing his head from side to side, the first pearls of sweat starting to form on his temples. At the same time, he couldn't really enjoy himself, because he knew he carefully had to watch Roger's facial expression and overall body reactions, so he could stop right in time before the show would be over too soon again. Therefore, he remained watchful with every thrust he delivered, vigilant with every cry, every sigh and every whimper his actions caused Roger to utter, especially when the end neared – faster than expected, as ever.