Love's A Game

After-Show | Dealor

John walked off the stage first. He never liked big crowds, especially if he had to present something or now - perform.

At first his legs felt like jelly when he got on the stage, then his adrenaline kicked in and he forgot all of his insecurities for the moment.
But now, as the show was over, he was feeling unsure again.

Did he look okay?
Was it okay that he was standing in the background almost all the time?
His play was okay. Or was it?

I had fun, he had to admit. Sometimes these thoughts just creep up, and he knew they were not necessary most of the time.

The bassist gave his bass guitar to some backstage guy and let another one throw a bathrobe on him.
Suddenly he felt an arm wrapping around his waist and turning him around.

"You were great, Deaky!" Roger said against his lips before giving him a big, fat smooch.

"I couldn't keep my eyes off you the whole show." He continued and pressed his hips against John's, so he could feel his rock hard boner.

John had to smile. His mood got better immediately after seeing his boyfriend, even though the drummer was sweaty and a little bit too pushy.

"Rog, we're not even off the stage."

"We can change that!"

Roger took John's hand and started to run to their changing room, passing Freddie and Brian and the backstage workers.
They all rolled their eyes and let out an annoyed sigh because they knew what was happening in a few moments.

The couple almost tripped over a bunch of wires, but didn't care and kept hurrying to the room, where they were unbothered.

Roger slammed the door open and playfully pushed John in, before locking the door. John laughed and pulled his bathrobe off. He laid himself onto the sofa, which was standing in the right rear coner of the room.
As he was spreading his legs, Roger slowly approached him.
His hair was wet, his arms and chest were shiny because of his sweat and he wasn't wearing a shirt anymore - Roger had pulled it off on the stage and probably left it there.

"I love watching you play, you know?" Roger whispered, kneeling on the floor between his boyfriends legs, pushing them further apart.

He then proceeded to open up John's silky blouse so slowly that it was painfully teasing.

"When you're all concentrated... And having a good time..."

Roger's hot fingers slid around John's small waist as he kissed his navel and upwards.

"When you're dancing and I can see the outline of your dick." He gave John's crotch a firm squeeze.

"You're so fucking delicate." Roger sighed between the kisses he was still leaving on Deakys stomach.

The bassist watched Roger's actions. He bit his lip in order to surpress his heavy breath.
John's hand rested on the back of his boyfriends head and gently pushed him to keep kissing his chest.
The drummer loved to follow John's unspoken wish and placed three fast kisses on his breast bone before leaving a love mark there, too.

The slight pain and the arousing sight of Roger made Deaky forget about trying to be quiet - a loud moan escaped from the depth of his throat.
The drummer jumped by the sudden noise from Deaky but chuckled by the thought of making his boyfriend moan just by giving him a hickey.

"Am I this good?" He teasingly said.

John began to blush.

"Shut up. You got a fucking boner just from watching me, so don't mock me!" He snapped.