Don't You Hear My Call?

My Fair Roger

Brian's POV

Waking up to my beautiful Roger in the morning was always a blessing. His blonde locks were splayed across the pillow case and his light snores echoed throughout the room. He slept peacefully, he was very tired from last night, if you know what I mean.

I got up quietly and went to the bathroom. Taking one look in the mirror I came to the verdict that my hair was a complete and utter mess.

Since we had no more concerts, and today was the last day of tour, we could spend all day in San Francisco. Tonight we'd be heading to the airport to get flown home. I honestly couldn't wait to get back to London. I wanted to go to the doctors as soon as possible. I really wanted to see our little chickpea in all its glory.

I turned on the shower and waited for it to heat up. Quickly, I undressed and I thought I heard Roger stirring in the bedroom.

Once the water was temperate, I got in. The hot water felt nice on my aching muscles. Tour was always hard on me. I'm just glad I didn't get sick this time around. John usually gets sick and then spreads it around. It's the worst when Freddie is sick. He always complains about it and throws a fit.

I popped of the cap to my shampoo and ran it through my hair. The door to the bathroom opened, but I couldn't see Roger. The shower curtains moved a bit, allowing Roger to peak through.

"Mind if I join?"

I smirked and nodded my head. Roger stepped inside, already undressed. He squeaked at the warm water hitting his back. I pulled him in front of me to block him from the water rushing.

Roger stood on his tip toes and kissed my lips softly. I turned us around so he was getting warm with some of the water. I ran my hands through his hair and massaged his scalp. He put his arms around my waist and held on tight. He shuddered at my touch.

Roger kissed my shoulders gently and hummed as I rubbed shampoo in his hair. He looked up and smiled at me. He had a certain familiar glint in his eye.

"Let me make you feel good" he whispered. I felt my legs turn to jelly. He knelt down on the shower floor and wrapped his fingers around my semi hard dick. My head tipped back in anticipation.

"R-Roger" I began. He cut me off, "Shhh this is all about you. Relax, daddy." I melted at his words as he started pumping one of his hands up and down my cock. His other was pressed against the back of my thigh, holding me steady.

He brought my tip up to his mouth and kissing it gently. I swear no matter how many times we shag he always knows how to make me crazy. He took my length into his mouth, bobbing his head furious and swirling his tongue.

"Fuck, baby!" I gritted my teeth and let out a shallow groan. Roger hummed in my dick sending vibrations to my core. My knees wobbled at the sight of him when I looked down.

Roger's eyes met mine. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were watery with tears. I knew they were good tears though. His pink lips proved to be as sinful as they looked. He batted his eyelashes making his deep blue eyes look more innocent than they actually were.

He took my cock out of his mouth and teasingly licked stripes up my length. He ran his teeth along the veins, pushing me closer to my edge. He quickly took me back between his glossy lips.

He choked on my dick, making noises like a whiny pornstar. "Fuck my mouth Bri" he said with my cock in his mouth. I intertwined my fingers in his blonde hair and pushed him down on my dick. He let his jaw go slack as I thrusted in and out of his mouth.

"Take my cock baby" I breathed. He nodded and hummed in my dick. I felt myself grow closer to my end. He pulled away and started beating me off.

"Cum on my face daddy" he whined. I lost it there. Bucking up in his hand and letting myself come undone. "Fuck" I moaned. Roger stuck out his tongue as I finished on his face. He licked his lips and looked up at me innocently.