Love's A Game

Liar | Dealor

Roger was pissed today because they filmed the music video for their song Liar.
The music video was in concert style, so they improvised in what to do on stage.
There was nothing wrong with that, but one part of the song really fucked him up.

It was the part in Liar, in which John leant in on Freddie over and over to sing in the same microphone.
There had been such a thick sexual tension between the two band members, that you would've been able to cut it with a knife.

And that John had had a few one night stands with Freddie before he and Roger startet a relationship, wasn't really helping.

Roger had been watching everything from his drum platform and had a hard time keeping up with the rhythm because of his jealousy.
He really was extremely jealous and didn't bother hiding it.

John and Roger didn't talk much on their way home. It was unusual, as Roger loved to talk with John, but the bassist didn't mind not talking for once.
He preferred silence anyway.
What bothered him nevertheless, was that his boyfriend seemed to be grumpy.

"Everthing okay?" John asked.

And after a while Roger replied:

"Sure."

The way he said it was very sarcastic and John didn't want to put up with it, so he kept quiet after that.
Roger kept on staring on the driveway and tightend his grip on the steering wheel, so that his knuckles got lighter.

Later, the couple arrived at their shared apartment.
Roger kicked off his sparkly shoes and John did the same with his brown plateau boots. He neatly placed them in the corner, but Roger just went straight into the bedroom.

"Can you put your shoes in the right position for once, Rog?" John said loudly.

Roger didn't answer, but came back to tidy up his footwear silently, put on a fake smile and went away again.
John tried to kiss him on the cheek but Roger was to fast, so he missed him.
Now, the brunette was slowly getting unpatient and angry.

"What the hell is wrong with you today?" He yelled and followed Roger.

The drummer was getting undressed but stopped to turn around. He threw his shirt on the bed and shifted closer to John.

"What the hell is wrong with me? You flirted with Freddie today!"

"I did what?" John stressed.

"Oh, come on. Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. You were close to getting on your knees and sucking his dick!"

Finally John got what Roger was talking about. He didn't think it would bother him so much, when he leant on Freddie on the stage.

"Shut up. You know that we're just friends!"

The drummer laughed with sarcasm. He angrily opened his shirt. Even though he decided not to talk to John this evening from here, his body had a different plan.

"Yeah, friends that fucked with each other. Do 'friends' do this?"

To demonstrate, he stood behind John, pressed his chest against his back and whispered "All day long!" a few times.
His hands rested on John's hips even though Roger knew that this didn't happen, as John had to hold his bass guitar.

The roughness of his boyfriends voice right next to John's ears gave him goose bumps and feel that special pecking in his crotch.
He laid his hands on Roger's and turned his head to reach his lips.

Roger felt that John was getting aroused by his little actions.
To be honest, he was too.
The drummer kissed John, though he was angry.

John turned around so that he was in a more comfortable position and laid his hand on Roger's neck.
He pushed his tongue into his boyfriends mouth and deepened the kiss.
It was an angry kiss from Roger's side and a more gentle from John's.
Roger bit the bassists lip harder than usual and soon they started to taste the iron of the blood.