Love's A Game

Draft 11

John only had a light sleep this night and when he heard Freddie entering the bedroom, he unfortunately woke up.
They shared the room for circa two weeks now, but this was the first time that Freddie decided to stay awake longer than John.
The couple usually went to bed together, this evening however, Freddie wanted to play another round of scrabble with Roger and Brian while John was already too tired to function.

So he went to bed and quickly fell asleep - still wearing his outdoor clothes.

Freddie sat down on the bed and started to strip down to his underwear, then lifted the thick feather blanket and slid under it, spooning John.
The younger man smiled and sighted happily as he felt his boyfriends warm hand resting on his thigh.

After a while, just as John was about to fall asleep again, it slowly moved up, the finger tips lightly brushing against his skin.
John got goose bumps but tried to ignore it - it probably wasn't Freddies intention.

But Freddie tugged on Johns shorts, then followed the fabric upwards with his fingers to the hem.
He traced it to the middle of the front and slowly moved his hand so that it was laying on John's bulge.
John let all of this happen, still smiling to himself, but with a little heavier breath.

When Freddie started to kiss and playfully bite his neck, John couldn't stop a small moan from coming out of his mouth.

"What do you think you're doing?" John whispered into the darkness of the room.

"You know what I am doing, dear." Freddie answered and continued to caress his partners neck with kisses.

John bit his lip - first of all as a reflex when he was debating something (in this case whether he should give in and sleep with Freddie or not) and also to surpress him getting turned on.

"Are you drunk?" Deaky asked when he smelled Freddies slightly alcoholic breath at a kiss on his cheek.

"A bit." Freddie giggled and began to put pressure on his boyfriends genitals.

Deaky involuntarily opened his mouth at this. He sat up to escape Freddie touches.

"How much did you drink?" 

Freddie frowned to think and counted on his fingers. After a while he answered the question.

"Two beers or so. I'm just a little tipsy. And a little horny..."

Freddie tried to tug on John's pants again but due to the darkness he couldn't see and just scratched John's arm.
The bassit laughed and bent down to kiss Freddie, who happily kissed back and put his hands on John's back.

He didn't like to shag with Freddie when they were drunk, because of the lack of intimacy but Freddie was just tipsy, right?
It wouldn't be that bad.