Meant To Be | Deacury {COMPLETED}

P*ul Pre*nter

'So your truly a good boxer' John smiles. 'Now who told you that, can you box?' He let's go. 'I can teach you' He gets another pair of boxing gloves.

It says:
MY LOVE

'Wow, so... how do you book?' John punches the air. 'You mean... hook' Freddie chuckles. ' also Dab' John punched once again....

'You mean, jab?' Freddie chuckles.
'Yes...' John laughs. 'I really don't know' John laughs. 'You'll get use to me-- I mean boxing' Freddie says.

'Used to you? Used to you boxing me?' John raises an eyebrow. 'Nothing' Freddie says.

~~~the next week~~~

'John, wanna go out somewhere with me?' Freddie fixes his watch. 'Sure!' John says. They both get dressed

And they head into Freddie's car. Freddie starts driving. 'Where are we going?' John asks. 'Around town' Freddie casually drives.

Freddie parks the car near the sidewalk. They get out of the car and walk on the side walk. And see,

A mans face, which looks very familiar.
The man walks up to them. 'Excuse me, but, Are you Freddie Mercury? And uhh John Deacon?' The man says.

'Yes we are, And... Are you George Harrison, Ringo Starr, And Paul McCartney?' Freddie smiles. 'Yes its us! Where are the other two?' Paul asks.

'Oh we're alone here' Freddie lights his cigarette. 'What did you plan for today?' Paul asks. 'Oh nothing, just gonna walk around' Freddie says.

'Actually we might go to the bar' Freddie throws his cigarette on the floor. 'Right John?' He looks at John.
'Yeah Sure!' John smiles.

They both get back in Freddie's car, and Freddie drives to the bar. Freddie leaves John alone and Freddie goes into some kind of room.

Paul Prenter enter. 'Freddie' Paul smiles. Paul runs to Freddie and hugs him. 'Paul...' Freddie pushes him gently. 'You don't know how much I missed you' Paul pants into his chest.

Paul tries to unzip Freddie's pants, 'Paul! We can't do this now' Freddie zips it back up. Paul leaves the room.

Freddie was already drunk enough, and so was John, John entered the room. Freddie pins John to the wall.

Freddie takes off his shirt leaving him topless. 'I can just lick that sweat off of you' John strokes Freddie's chest hair.

Freddie pushes John on the nearest couch and strips him. Freddie finally strips himself, to see....

Still, a big, and thick one, which is still hard. John doubted that, that thing will never get soft and whatever...

John pulled Freddie so that he is on top of Freddie. John kissed the tip before he put his lips around it. John started sucking in no time.

And some pre-cum came out of Freddie. In a minute, Freddie came. John swallowed his cum, still very thick
Now, John lays on the couch and Freddie sticks 3 fingers inside of him.

'Agh!' John groans. 'It's been-agh!-a long-ah!-t-time' John says as he gets interrupted by screams. 'Ready?' Freddie asks. 'Ready John' John says in a sing kind of voice.

Freddie replaces his fingers with the big guns. Freddie slowly slides it in. Freddie and John moan.

Freddie starts thrusting in. 'Is if just me? Or, your asshole got tighter' Freddie thrusts one more time.

Then.... Paul Prenter enters. 'Freddie!' Prenter shouts. Freddie stops thrusting in John and faces Paul. 'Your... co....' Paul stares. 'Oh Paul you've seen that before, haven't you?' Freddie says.

'Why... did you... fuck, your band mate' Prenter says in his Irish whatever accent. 'Why not me?' Paul whines.
Paul kisses Freddie. Freddie pushes Paul away.

Paul attempts to give Freddie a handjob. But fails. 'If you want me to fuck you right now... then no more sex' Freddie threatens Prenter.

'Now get out Prenter' Freddie crosses his arms. Paul thinks in his mind:
That was the first time he called me, my last name....

Paul leaves the room. Freddie and John put on all of they're clothes. Freddie kisses John on the forehead. 'I'm so sorry this was ruined' Freddie says.

'It's ok Freddie... I know..' John smiles.
'I love you' Freddie whispers. 'I love you too' John whispers back.

(A/N)
Ok I apologize for this chapter to be so short... but this was all I could think of... I'm already turning into a bad story writer... my stories are getting worse and worse I'm so sorry... and... THE RESULTS FROM THE ELECTION IN MY SCHOOL ARE THERE....

I WON FOR STUDENT COUNCIL PRESIDENT!!!

I just want to thank freddie_uwu
For the support they gave me. So yeah... that's all I have to say for now, except for this photo.

Christmas i think, celebration in Live Aid, 34 years ago.