Love's A Game

Draft 7

This is the oldest (but not the last) draft I have.
I just realized that I write draft way too often.
Draft, draft, draft, draft - it doesn't feel like an actual word anymore 😂
Anyway: this one's cringe as well. But kinda funny.
This is really what my sense of humour has become huh...

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John and Roger lived together for a few months now. They were also in a relationship with each other, which already lasted for one and a half years now.
The two never fought, except about little things like who had to take the trash out, who had to do the dishes or going to the loo without locking the door.

Usually, Roger was the one who used the toilet while having the door open. His excuses were that nobody was around anyway and that his dick wasn't something that John hadn't seen yet.

"But it's gross! I really don't want to hear you piss when I'm watching TV or so!" The bassist complained.

On one day, it happend that John forgot to lock the door.
Fortunately, he didn't use the toilet but was instead taking a bath.

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John first dipped his foot into the warm water, before sliding in completely. The surface of the water was partly covered by bubble-mountains and partly clear.
He sighed deeply once he laid in a comfortable position and closed his eyes.

It was very relaxing and distracted John from the pain in his fingers which was caused by  the recording sessions today.
He didn't want to think about how Brian's must feel!
And Roger's arms!
John stretched his fingers underwater and yawned.

After about ten minutes, the bass player noticed that the water was way too hot.
Too cool his body down, he laid one leg on the edge of the bathtub.
The colder surface immediately brought the wanted relieve.
Water was dripping down his heel and hit the tiles with quiet slapping sound.

It was almost hypnotic and John got more and more tired.

Suddenly, Roger stormed in. He ran to the mirrored drawer above the sink and started to search something and mumbled "Fuck, fuck, shit!" while doing so.

John was startled and accidently pushed out water by his wincing.

"Roger? What the fuck?"

"John?!" He stopped for a second and then continued to destroy Deakys perfect organization.

"What are you doing?" John said. He was annoyed.

"Searching for something."

Roger had finally given up on finding his desired object and looked at John with an disappointed sigh.

"We don't have condoms anymore." The drummer sounded almost sad.

John stared at him and couldn't believe what he just said. His boyfriend really interrupted his self-care ritual to tell him, that there weren't any condoms left.

"God, just pull it out when you come."

Meanwhile, Roger had pushed John's leg into the water and sat down the edge of the bathtub.

"Should we practise?"

John wasn't completely opposed from that idea. He wanted to relax - and what relaxed him the most? Right, Sex.

"Then hurry up and join me." The brunette said and  angled his knees provocative.

Roger literally tore his clothes from his body and almost tripped when he pulled down his bottoms.
He did the same as John, he dipped in his foot first and then his whole body.