Secrets; Maylor

9

Brian

My hands violently shook, I couldn't stop staring at them. So, maybe I called Mr Taylor, and maybe we arranged for me to meet him at his house. I'm pissing my pants. Anyways, I'm on my way there now. His street was only a ten minute walk which was nice. His wife was probably home, excuse me if I vomit. I only heard Mr Taylor mention her once, so she must not be that great.

I stared at the red, wooden door, hesitating. Finally, I took a deep breath and knocked a soft rhythm on the door. I waited a couple seconds before a lovely lady greeted me. Her hair was long as hell, black too. She had a round, petite face with darling eyes. She seemed like the sort of lady that would comfort you even when her own world would be falling apart.

"You must be Brian." She smiled with her teeth, "I'm Mrs Taylor but, please call me Dominque." Her voice was gentle as she welcomed me inside. I kind of feel bad thinking so low of her. She seems lovely.

"Lovely to meet you, Dominque." I smiled.

"Rog- Mr Taylor should be somewhere, I think he's still on his drum set. I'll go get him. Take a seat." She pulled out a kitchen stool for me as I quietly thanked her. I waited patiently, worried of what would come next. By worried I mean I just had butterflies.

I heard the loud pattering of footsteps come from a hallway near by. I took a glance and saw Roger wearing the tightest pants. They were black, leather tights. I cleared my voice quietly, trying to take in the tremendous sight. His dick was tucked to the side, revealing his length.  I wonder what his wife said about them.

"Brian! Good to see ya!" He bounced, patting my back.

"Hey, Sir." 

"I already told you that you're okay to call me Roger! Now, let me show you my drum set if you'd like."

I blushed like mad, "I'd love to! I'm actually a guitarist." He gawked at me in shock.

"I have some guitars in the music room, we can jam if you want."

"Bitchi- Awesome." I corrected myself. Dominque gave me a funny look but, Roger just ushered me to the music room.

"It was lovely meeting you, Dominque!" I shouted as Roger shoved me down the hallway.

"You too, Brian! I'll be out at Mum's, don't have to much fun!" She called back.

"Bye, sweetie!" Roger shouted before practically pushing me through the door.

A beautiful, white, shimmering drum kit decorated with glitter sat neatly in front of me. Well, at the back of the room. I smiled soon noticing he has three guitars. A Stratocaster, Paul Reed Smith SE, and a black acoustic that was a Gibson.

"Nice guitars!" I gawked at the pop of orange, complimenting the cream around the Stratocaster. 

"You can play them, if you like. Here, I'll plug you in." 

And with that I picked out my favourite guitar out of the three. I decided that the bubbly orange Stratocaster was comfortable enough for me to jam out with. The two of us began to jam to no end- from Jimi Hendrix to Black Sabbath. We realised we liked the same bands and different styles of music. So, of course there was lots of talking too. It was really fun! I loved how evident his concentration was on the drums too. It was definitely something to fluster about...he was beyond hot.

"Drums would be cool but, I'd get nervous of making too much of a racket." I laughed as he doodled around with little drum fills. 

"Come around here, let me show you." I stood behind him as he began to create a basic beat that was quite catchy, "See? You try." He patted his knee indicating for me to sit on his thigh. I gulped loudly. "I won't bite!" He laughed.

I sat on his leg hesitantly. I tried to mimic the beat he created before, but I could hear that I was doing something wrong. He wrapped his hands around mine and without notice, and hit the snare drum twice as hard. It sounded more confident and intimidating. I nodded understandingly, applying as much force to the drum as he did. He let go slowly but decided to rest his hand on the top of my thigh. My rhythm failed becoming slow and messy from it- I just couldn't focus.

"Im sorr-" He cut me off, planting a soft kiss on my lips. I froze in my spot. What? He moved his lips slowly, encouraging mine to do the same. I began to follow his movements, shifting my body so I could stroke the side of his neck. I pulled him further into me as our pace sped up. 

"Bedroom." He ordered as I scattered out of the room.

"W-Where is it?" I giggled, standing in the doorframe. He laughed, grabbed my hand gently, and rushed me to his master room. The bed's quilt involved different shades of gold as a continuous pattern was spread from top to bottom. It almost created a posh, elegant feel to the room. I didn't get time to pay attention to anything else as Roger practically pushed me onto bed. I collapsed on my back, my hands above my head while Roger eased his way on top of me. He began to gently kiss my lips before a fast pace soon occurred that burnt with passion. He pressed his lower half against mine causing a quiet grunt from the two of us.

I didn't know what was happening. How could I get here? How did this start? Were we about to have sex!?

I gently pushed my hand against his chest, protesting for him to stop. 

"S-Sorry, we can stop." Concern filled his voice while he gently hovered over me.

"N-No, but are we a-about to do it?"

"We don't have to if you don't want to. I don't want to put stress on you- did I pressure you?"

"No! Course not. I just don't think I'm ready to lose my uh..."

"You haven't lost your virginity yet?" He asked. Immediately I felt embarrassed which caused my cheeks to tinge pink. "It's okay, I understand." His smile grew again which was utterly contagious. 

"But, I wanna make out?" I asked shyly. He swooped in as we continued out madness.

Soon enough, our lust ended with his wife coming home, and Roger practically throwing me into the hallway. How romantic! It was utterly awkward between all three of us. Roger and I were messes. We looked more than flushed as our cheeks became more and more red, trying to cover our...problems. Dominque looked concerned as to what we were doing (but not in that way) before Roger covered it up by us bashing his drum set. She threw her head back with a small 'ahh' as if the puzzle pieces all fit. After that I left and have been sitting at home ever since.

The telephone in my bedroom rang and I quickly rolled over to get it, "This is Brian May." Who the fuck would be calling at nine-pm?

"Darling!" A voice squealed. I had to pull the phone away from my ear to avoid cringing so hard. 

"Freddie."

"Can I stay the night, I'm bored." He whined.

"Wow, I'm so glad I can fulfil your boredom." Sarcasm filled my voice as I rolled my eyes.

"So am I, dear."

"Sarcasm, Fred. Let me ask my mum, be right back."

I raced down the stairs to see my Mum packing away leftovers from dinner.

"Hey, Mum?" She looked my way. "Could Freddie stay tonight?"

"This late?" She looked at the clock, "Eh, sure. But, don't stay up too late."

"I won't...and it's Saturday." I cocked an eyebrow. 

She lowered her spoon, giving me the 'Shut the fuck up, child' look.

I laughed and gave her a kiss on the cheek with a small 'Thanks, Mum.'