My Love, Brian May [The Last Chapter] {Completed}

In The Closet

     (A little bit of smut, nothing out of the ordinary ;)

     "Roger, you literally just kissed me like not even 3 minutes ago." I reply, holding my hands behind my back and breaking away from his eyes. The only light source in the damn thing was from the small blinds on the door creating little, bright lines across our faces, only the other side couldn't see through.
     "I'm hungry for more." He whispers, the sound of the boys yelling and screaming making it easier for them to not hear us.
     Without warning, he presses me up against the wall, his entire front touching me. My breathing quickened and deepened until I felt as if I was gonna pass out. Looking down at his watch, it now read 11:30. '5 more minutes.'
     "Roger..." I moan as he begins to slowly grind against my thigh. His lips ghosted over mine, taunting me and making me want more.
     He grabs ahold of my left leg before raising it so it wrapped around him. "This is the only time we'll actually get to do whatever we want. Embrace it babygirl." He whispers in my ear while gently biting the lobe without touching the diamond stud.
     "You're a dangerous man, Roger Taylor." I mumble, his behavior only increasing at my words. As quickly as his mood changed, his lips press against mine in a long, rough kiss.
     "We've only got 4 minutes, I bet I can make you cum in 2."
     'Oh shit, why did I ever agree to this?!'
     "I bet you...50 pounds that you're wrong." I slur, immediately regretting it. 'Why did I say that?! Fucking wake up!'
     'Drug talk'
     As expected, he smiles and just kisses me again while exploring underneath the barrier that was my clothes. 'Jesus Christ this is amazing.'
     Remembering the bet, he quickly shoved his hand down my pants and past my underwear. His mouth was all over my neck while his fingers were playing with my womanhood.
     "Roger, you're...not gonna win." I giggle, feeling his fingers slide into me one by one.
     "We'll see about that babygirl." He replies, using his free hand to massage my breast. 'Damn, he really thinks he can do it.'
     The familiar feeling grew faster than expected. 'Fuck, it's been too long.' It didn't take too long either. Before I knew it, I was helping him thrust, wanting nothing but to relieve the tight feeling.
"You better not be holding back, love." He purrs, his warm breath hitting my hot skin, sending chills down my spine.
"Fuck you, Taylor." I mutter, trying to hold it all in, not wanting him to win my stupid bet.
"I feel your tension. Let it all go, baby." He mumbles in his deep, sexy voice that I wasn't used to. 'For a man who can sing higher than any girl I know...his voice can sure get deep real fast.'
Unable to take it anymore, I finally release all my juices on his fingers. "That...was way more...then two minutes." I pant in a whisper as he takes his hand out of my pants and licks his fingers clean.
"According to the time," he pauses, looking down at his watch with a sliver of light shining over the numbers. "I had 15 seconds to spare."
"What are you planning to do...to make up those 15 seconds?" I ask, wrapping my arms around his neck unintentionally. His lips spread into a wide smirk at my question.
"Well, we have 2 minutes left." He starts, hugging my waist so our bodies were like one. "I could fuck you right now if I wanted to."
"Do you?"
"Well, it wouldn't matter. The last thing we need is a mysteriously pregnant woman that had a baby that wasn't the father's." He chuckles, swaying me back and forth without bumping into either wall.
"We...are so high." I laugh, stroking his short, slightly grey hair. "You're birthday is coming up isn't it?" I ask randomly as I remember it's the 17, almost Brian's as well.
"Oh yeah it is. We should do something."
"Well, I suppose you and the boys might go out for a drink...if Brian has the energy that is."
"No silly. I mean...we should do something." He repeats, motioning to the two of us in each other's arms.
"Oh my, well I guess so. What did you have in mind?"
"You're just gonna have to find out, aren't you?" He teases, letting go of my waist and checking his watch. "Time's up my dear. Let's go out before they begin to get suspicious." He says, opening the door as I quickly take my hands off him. But as we reach the room, all we find is 3 passed out boys scattered around the room.
"If they're even alive." I giggle, going over to Brian who was lying vertically on one of the beds. "What're we supposed to do?" I ask Roger who was inspecting the empty bottles of whisky lying around Freddie.
     "My instincts would be to crash and burn with them but seeing that one of them is your ill husband..." he pauses, turning to find John sleeping on the floor. "you should probably go back to your room." He finishes, picking up the bottles and setting them on the nearby tele stand.
     "Are you joking? We need to do something about them." I say, hooking my arms under Brian and using all the strength I have left to turn him. "I can't lift him and neither can you. I can't just leave him here either." I say finally laying him down in the proper position.
     "Hmm. Then what're you gonna do?" He asks while swinging the legs of the singer over onto the bed.
     "Probably stay here with you guys, like back in the days when we toured." I reply, going over to John and trying to lift him myself. I feel his weight suddenly lighten when Rogers strength is added. "Thanks."
     "5 grown adults on two Queen beds?" He asks, lying John down next to Brian.
     "These are Kings, Rog. They're big enough for two more people." I correct, looking at the clock now reading 11:49. "So, which bed is it gonna be, Taylor?" I ask exchanging looks between the two beds with at least one person in them already.
"Leave Brian and John. Come sleep with Fred and I." He replies, unbuttoning his shirt before pulling it off to reveal his rather skinny self.
"Alright," I reply, going on the other side of Freddie and laying right on the center of the mattress. Roger, on the other hand, lays down on the edge, right beside me after shutting the lamp off. "no funny business though. I actually want some rest after this stressful week." I add turning my body to face his.
"Of course. We've all had a bit of a stressful week. But, you're strong Iz. I know you can get through this because you've done it before and you have your whole family here to comfort you." He says, turning my mood a bit blue but still somewhat bright.
"Thanks Rog. This all must be tough on you as well. You two have been together the longest. You're like brothers." I reply, gently brushing his hair from his forehead. He cracks a half smile at my comment before breaking eye contact from me.
     "Izzy? Promise me that when all of this is...well over...I'll still get to live with you at the Garden House." He says, moving closer and wrapping a bare arm around me before soothing my back.
     "Yes...yes of course. I can't just throw you out into the cruel world without as much as a bit of family and a house." I chuckle, warming myself up against his bare chest.
     "You're a gem Isabelle May. You're a gem."