Love's A Game

Draft 12

My brain is an unpredictable mess. How did it even come up with this lmao

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Freddie and John decided to play a round of scrabble in order to distracted themselves from the vivid and very loud female moans coming out of Rogers room. Unfortunately, the walls were thin and didn't even help much when they were sitting two rooms away in the living room.

"Christ, Roger you're so good!" The lady almost screamed and apparently banged her fist against the wall.

Freddie sighed annoyed while John ignored it.

"Okay, so I'll add G, E, and R to your bug. Making it 'bugger'." Freddie said and perfectly placed the letters. "Speaking of which... Roger and his mistress annoy the hell out of me!"

John enthusiastically nodded and bend over the table to shorten the distance between Freddie and him.

"I think she only fucks him because we're famous. Maybe his looks too." He whispered.

"Tea."

At this moment another way over the top moan came from Rogers bedroom. John laughed and shook his head, mumbling something about Roger not being *that* good in bed.
As yet another moan followed right after, Freddie clenched his jaw.

"Oh my God, that's soo hot~" Freddie ironically moaned in the same volume as the lady.

John could stop his laughter, when the woman 'answered' with a higher, more intense moan followed by a hard smacking sound.
Deakys expression changed to extreme surprise and then back to a even harder laugh.
The skin around his eyes crinkled beautifully and his cheeks were glowing.

"What- what are they doing?" He hardly got out and slapped the table.

The letters on the board shifted slightly.

"You do me so good. Yes!" Freddie moaned once again. He added in a normal tone towards John:
"Come on, do it too!"

John still giggled, but shook his head. Since Freddie didn't want to force him he just shrugged and got up.

"I'm going to get on their nerves. So if you want to join me, feel free to do it, dear."

He walked outside the living room - and had to pass a colourful beaded curtain - and then along the short hallway right to the door to Rogers room.

From here, he were even able to hear those classic slapping sounds. Freddie pulled a disgusted face.

"More, please!" He moaned against the door but they didn't seem to care.

Quiet creaking of the wooden floor announced John, who changed his mind and decided to make fun of their drummer too.

Freddie grinned and moaned once. John did it too, a very shy moan. Immediately, blood rushed to his face and he covered his mouth.
His bandmates cheeks also got a light tint of pink.