Love's A Game

Draft 3

My hippie spirit possessed me when I wrote this.
It's basically fucking on Ridge Farm again but on an acid trip 😂
And halfway through I decided they were sober again, idk.

Also I really like the beginning of this 🥺

Btw is this a lot longer than the previous two and even gets a little sexual.

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"Freddie... I've got to talk with you..." Roger said in a quiet moment when Brian and John weren't listening but arguing about the mysterious peanuts in the guitarists hair.

Freddie felt as if he just got caught doing something forbidden, thankfully this feeling lifted when Roger added, that it was about John.

"Of Course, darling." He responded with a sigh of relief and suggested leaving the studio for the chat.

Without letting their other two band member know, Freddie and Roger stepped outside into the warm air. Ridge farm was truly a beautiful place and Roger almost forgot why he was standing outside with the singer when he saw the fields with cows and chicken walking around.
He took a deep breath and told his friend what was on his mind.

"Yesterday evening when you and Brian went to bed earlier than me and John, we started chatting as usual but somehow we kind of had a moment and he kissed me." Roger quickly said and and after a short break he added:
"It's not that I didn't like it but I am not gay."

Freddie pulled his eyebrows up.

"Don't know. Seems kinda gay to me. How long did your lips touch? Maybe it really was just the moment."

"They didn't touch too long." Roger replied. "About 5 minutes, I guess?"

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Soon the colors of the tapestry got brighter and more intense, and the two men couldn't help but giggling about it.
The next time Roger looked over to John, the bassists skin had turned blue and the different parts of his face were moving in waves.

John was busy staring at the lava lamp and laughing his ass off doing it.

"John. John! Look at me! I think your face is melting!" Roger shouted and was very pale because of his worrying.

Deakys face fell ond turned to Roger panicking.

"Really?"

Roger nodded and grabbed John's chin because he couldn't stay still and constantly tumbled from left to right.
That again, made them laugh hardly and forget what they were even doing. But Roger didn't let go of John's face .

And suddenly Johns lips laid on his and Roger couldn't think about anything else besides how incredibly right it felt.

His heart was beating so hard that he was afraid John could feel it, but if John actually did, he didn't show it the slightest.
Instead he held Roger by his neck and deepened the kiss by brushing the blondes lips with his tongue. Roger felt like he was melting and his liquid form was floating.
He couldn't tell if it was because of the drugs or John - but to be honest it didn't care.

Without really thinking about it, he let John enter his mouth.
A new feeling came into the game. John's tongue ran shivers down his spine and warmed him from within.
Then John shifted on Rogers lap and pushed him deeper on the back of the couch.

Oh no, Roger thought as he felt blood rushing downwards and eventually his jeans strain. He never got this hard just from kissing someone.

He was pretty sure John could feel it and he was right. John soon noticed the pressure against his crotch and smirked into the kiss.
Roger tried to subtly lift John off his lap because he was afraid of making him uncomfortable but John just smiled and stayed where he was.

After a few minutes of continuing to make out, Roger couldn't help himself and accidentally rocked his hips upwards.
And - to his absolute surprise - John moaned and for a moment his thighs clenched.

***
John slowly ran his hand over Rogers chest over his stomach and felt his muscles tense up when he stopped at the rim of his jeans.

"I mean, I could- If you wanted to of course?" The brunette suggested quietly.

Roger frowned. What a question. At the moment, yes, Roger definitely wanted it. But if he thought about tomorrow and that the two would have to talk about it.
As if the making-out wasn't shitty enough.
Without waiting for an answer, John moved his hands over Rogers crotch up and down and coaxed a gasp out of him.
Suddenly Roger began nodding wildly.

So John open his pants and Roger pulled them down. The bassist slipped his hand in his briefs and started trailing his fingertips lightly up and down.
Simultaneously he left kisses on Rogers neck and rested his free hand on his waist.
When he started to gently nibble on a spot behind Rogers ear, John felt the first drops of precum on his fingers. He twirled his thumb around the tip to spread it around.

This made Roger moan and dig his toes into the padding of the couch.
John pulled back his hand, resulting in Roger letting out an unintentional, breathless "No..."
Both of them wildy blushed and Johns face got even more red when he said "Don't worry I'm not done yet."

He let a little salvia dribble in his open hand and put it back on Rogers crotch. John's lips found their way back on Rogers where they initiated a deep French kiss, while his hand lazily stroked up and down, twisting occasionally.

"I love the feeling of your cock in my hand." John softly breathed against Rogers lips.

The kiss had ended and Roger couldn't help but look down and watch his friends (oddly attractive) hand working on parts that he shouldn't even be looking at.
Still he squirmed and moaned unnecessarily loud when John built a ring with his index and thumb and just jerked it around the head.

Weirdly, Rogers gaze wandered from his dick to Johns, which was still in jeans.

"Are- are you hard?" He asked, making John blush and stop his motion.

"Yes." He honestly answered but didn't dare to look his friend in the eye.

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Note: I remember literally googling how to give good hand jobs for this skbrjcksnfb