Don't You Hear My Call?

The Bomb

John's POV

"Fuck, yes baby"

I banged my head against the wall as I curiously listened to Roger and Brian have sex. The two were loud as hell. Every second that passed was filled with Roger's pornographic moans. He was a screamer, and now I need to invest in earplugs.

"Yes! Yes, Brian! God, oh god, right there!"

I got up from the bed and walked over to the phone. I can't stay here in this room. It's like I'm in their room whilst they're having fucking. It's scarring.

"Oohhhh! Harder baby! Harder please Bri!"

I tried to block out the noises that were growing louder and louder as I dialed the number. The dial tone sounded, my least favorite noise. Actually, scratch that, Roger's moans are my least favorite noise.

"Oh fuck, I'm g-gonna cum, Bri!"

I plugged one ear, holding the phone up the the other. Soon the voice I'd been waiting for answered politely.

"Hello?"

"Hey Freddie, it's John. Brian and Roger are fucking and it's really loud. I was wondering if I could come and hang out for a bit. Y'know, until the screaming is over."

"Sure. I had the room next to them in Tallahassee. They always go for a round two and three."

I grimaced at the thought. "Alright, well I'll come in just a bit. Just like Roger is about to do."

I heard Freddie laugh before he said goodbye. It was a laugh I haven't heard in so long. It was genuine and sweet. It's something that you hear and it always make the listener smile. His laugh could work wonders. Even fix and broken heart.

I hung up and grabbed my keys and wallet and stuff. The walk to Freddie's room was short, he was just down the hall. The second I left my room, I felt a thousand times better. No more of Roger's incessant screaming. For Christ's sake, Brian can't possibly be that good, can he?

I knocked three times when I got to the door. I'd always do that when I was at Freddie's flat. He knew it was me when there were three clean, identical knocks on his door.

"Hey, come on in. Sorry if there's a mess, I didn't have much time to clean up." He greeted me at the door and I followed him inside. From staying with Freddie on tour, I know just how he is in hotels. When he first gets there, he rearranges the ENTIRE room. He and I have the exact same set up, only Freddie's had been Feng shui-ed into looking completely different. He has his stuff packed away in the draws and the contents of his bags spread on the dresser. The 'mess' he was talking about was his unmade bed. He was by far the cleanest out of all of us.

"It looks great" I laughed. Freddie walked over to the minibar in his room and made himself and me something to drink. His was just a flute of champagne and he handed me a rum and Coca Cola. He always made drinks when we were together.

"So, you weren't enjoying hearing Rog ride Brian's dick?" He asked before taking a sip of his drink. I nearly spit out my drink as I giggled at his question. I shook my head no in reply. Freddie nodded with wide eyes. He'd been on the butt end of that deal a lot. Hearing the two have sex was a regular occurrence, but not one we like to experience.

"They're like rabbits! And Roger, don't even get me started. I'm truly scared for his life the way that the bed was slamming against the wall!"

Freddie laughed again, that same beautiful laugh. I couldn't help but chuckle along with him.

"Can you keep a secret?"

I looked over at Freddie. He knew that I could. I mean, I kept one from him for a long time. I nodded my head and waited for him to respond, eager to know what he was about to share with me. I don't really know what secrets he could be talking about, but I'm all ears. I don't mind a little bonus information, especially when it's kept between me and Freddie.