Love's A Game

Please Don't Misfire | Dealor

This was originally published on my second account, so if you've read something similar, keep that in mind :)

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"What do you think about it?" John said and watched Roger with big eyes and a smug, when he handed him the rough lyrics of the song he was just writing on. Roger read it with smile until it grew into a frown.
After a few moment he finally answered.

"Well, I'm not sure if it's actually about a gun you're writing about..." He gave as an answer. His voice was quiet and a hint of anger was in it.

"Thats probably because it isn't." John said with a big grin and a slightly taunting stressing.

Roger face flushed red. If Johns text really wasn't about a gun, then it could only be about that one occasion the two had originally agreed to not talk about ever again. The drummer was suddenly filled with a mixture of emotions such as anger, embarrassment, and eager to show his boyfriend that the 'accident' wouldn't be happening again.

"But it isn't about-" He whispered while making sure Freddie didn't hear them.

"Oh, it sure as hell is!" John exclaimed while laughing. "These lyrics speak for themselves, Rog."

John patted Rogers bum and casually laid an arm around his waist. The singer, who sat across the room, was no longer reading in the magazine he was holding.
His attention was drawn to the almost-fighting couple.

"What lyrics?" Freddie now took part in the conversation and grabbed the piece of paper from Roger after he jumped up from the sofa and quickly made his way to the two.
He quickly read it. On Freddie's face grew a huge grin until he broke down in laughter.

"Oh my God, Roger! I never knew you had these kinds of problems!"

Roger angrily tear the paper out of the singers hand and slammed it on the table John was sitting on. The bassist winced at the sudden noise.
Rogers face was still red but John could hardly surpress his laughter.

"One. Time. And it was only because I was drunk!" Roger yelled. He crossed his arms and shot an angry look in Deakys direction.
"Why am I even telling you this?"

He stormed out of the living room, where the whole scene took place, into John's and his shared bedroom.

John had an amused expression on his face and smiled at Freddie, who was still snorting and almost throwing up because of how hard he was laughing.
Deaky stood up from the chair.

"I better follow him." He sighed. Then he went across the hallway to their bedroom. John softly knocked on the door.

"Where the fuck are my ear plugs?" Was the last thing John heard Freddie mumble.

"Rog? I'm sorry. I shouldn't have made fun of you, when I knew you are insecure about that one thing." The bassist quietly said to the door.

A few moments went by silently. John's heart was pounding - he didn't want his boyfriend to be mad at him.
He was almost tearing up when suddenly the door opened and the bassist was pulled in. He eventually was pressed against the wall.

"I am gonna show you that I can fuck you as long as I want to. I'll even last longer than you." Roger breathed into John's ear and kissed his jawline.

"Bet." The brunette replied and got goose bumps by the slight touch of Roger's lips.

He reached down to grab Roger crotch and give it a firm squeeze, which made him gasp and John giggle.
Meanwhile the drummer kissed John's neck and gave him soft love bites.
Roger opened the buttons of John's shirt and pulled it off.