Love's A Game

Pool | Dealor

"It seems that you can handle that long, hard stick very well!"

"God, Roger!" Brian exclaimed. "Save that for your fucking bedroom!"

The four band members of Queen were currently playing pool at the cellar of ridge farm.
Freddie laughed and watched John positioning his cue stick a few centimeters before the white ball and then precisely stub it in the direction of a second ball.
He was very concentrated, his hair fell in his face and he didn't care about how much he was sticking out his ass.

The cue ball hit the other one, which made it rebound on the sides of the pool table before it disappeared in one of the holes.

"Yes!" John exclaimed, leant his pole against the table and did a little happy dance.

His smile reached from one ear to the other. Brian replied with a smile, but as soon as John wasn't looking, he rolled his eyes.
Freddie acted like he was happy for John, but the truth was that he was just as pissed as Brian was.
The reason for this was that their beloved bass player was so good at pool, that nobody had the slightest chance in winning against him.

Roger playfully slapped John's butt and kissed his cheek. He was annoyed too, but he hoped to increase his chances of having sex with John this evening by acting supportive.
Roger was very needy in the last couple of days because the brunette had denied any sexual contact due to their stressful work on their fourth album 'A Night At The Opera'.
Freddie was quite a pain in the ass when it was came to his 'baby' Bohemian Rhapsody.

Everytime John bend over to get another ball in the hole, Roger wanted to tear his clothes down and take him right there.
He surpressed his urge and focused on the game again.
It was his turn.

Opposites attract each other - Roger was as bad at pool as John was good at it.
So the bass player had to help him.
Roger placed the cue stick between his fingers like he thought was right and looked at John for approval.
John shook his head.

"For how long are we playing this again?" He sighed and positioned his boyfriends hand before he guided the stick through them.

"Perfect." John whispered and slapped Roger's shoulder lightly.

Now Roger tried to push forward, but he made some kind of curve and John cringe.
Just before the tip touched the ball, John stopped the movement of the stick and aligned himself behind Roger.
He laid his hands on his and pushed the stick forward with high precision.

Johns slender hands on Rogers, and his breath on his neck made the drummer blush.
He didn't notice that the ball kicked two other ones into the hole.

John's face lit up and he kissed Roger.

"Well done, Rog."

"This is cheating!" Freddie said. And after a pause: "I'm tired anyway. Good night."

He stomped out of the room, followed by Brian, giggling and saying "Me too. Good night!".
When he left, Brian gently closed the door, leaving the other two band members alone in the cellar.

For a second, there was an awkward silence. The couple put the cue sticks and balls back into a small cupboard and went to Roger's bedroom on the second floor after that.

As they tiptoed upwards, John and Roger could already hear Freddie's snoring and Brian aggressively brushing his hair - it sounded quite painful until a loud, frustrated moan interrupted the brushing.
Both surpressed their laughter and headed forward to the end of the hallway.

Roger unlocked the door and stepped in with John following.

***

John was ready to go to bed. He was already in his pyjamas and folded the blanket of the double bed back.