Flick of the Wrist ↠Maylor↞✔

I25I - You've been Had

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After the few months, Roger hadn't known if his feelings were the same for Brian since the beginning or if they grew the longer that he has lived with him.

There were quirks of living with Brian that he both loved and hated. Like when at points Brian forgets to do the dishes then rushes to do them as soon as Roger would get home from work, or how he played guitar at night for him with no reason particularly at all.

Brian was so focused and occupied in whatever he was doing. Roger got jealous of how he could simply do one thing at a time. He could be cleaning at one point, massaging Roger the next with no other expanded thought. Him on the other hand, he liked to multi-task.

Brian always reminded him how little things didn't matter and he would take care of something, but Roger was always persistent. He was used to cleaning up after every little blemish or placement of dirt anywhere around the flat. It made Brian upset of course, but he always tries to take Rog's mind from it to clean up himself to show that it isn't his job anymore. It isn't his old home after all.

Every minute of the day Rog admired that. Things he did for him. It was a new feeling in a romantic way he hadn't felt in so long. God, he was overwhelmingly happy. Head over heels.

So was Brian. He always had things to talk about and always had things he wanted to tell Roger. He loved how Rog never minded. It didn't even matter the time of day that it was, so sometimes may be at three in the morning they would lay back on the bed. The room would be pitch-black and maybe a record plopped on the player and they talked about the artist at hand. They found a similar interest... Johnny Cash.

This lead to one night, Johnny Cash was playing faintly on the player but loud enough for them to hear. The blond was spread underneath Brian, stroking each other's hands over different parts of their bodies with kisses along their necks. The wetness of Brian's tongue chilled Roger's skin cool enough for him to start fussing in concern.

It was until that very slowly Brian was pulling off Roger's shirt and grazing his long fingers on Roger's pale figure. But Rog was scared, he didn't know why at first but he had come to realize why once Brian stopped, seeing the covered faint bruises along his chest.

The younger boy tensed, adjusting himself awkwardly expecting every previous action to stop at once. But instead, he watched as Brian leaned down and kissed every last one of the markings. Apart from him wanting them to disappear. He did this even once Roger's shorts and underwear came off along with his own clothing.

That night they were tangled together and blessing in satisfaction listening to the sweet sounds of each other's choked moans. Brian held him close and watched every single one of his baby's expressions, in a sensory to see if he was okay but also to see his pleased reactions whenever Brian pushed back in.
Everything just felt so good, no pain like Rog was expecting. He was so used to expecting it that he even thought it would happen with Brian, but it was so different.

Brian asked whenever he would do anything at all, making sure he was alright with every tight movement of his hips until he knew everything was alright. Roger's eyes rolling back ended up pushing him over the edge as well as riding it out rolling perfectly onto the blond's bundles of nerves.

Fucking for the first time to Johnny Cash was something Roger always brought up in a sing-song voice. All the damned time. Brian found it hilarious of course.

It wasn't too bad of an idea after all.

Roger always liked the pressing of Brian's fingers, didn't matter where they were or in whatever situation, not only sexual. Roger always brought it up to him, especially after that night. Brian would disregard and downplay the hell out of how much it flattered him though, the temptation growing of him only wanting to do it more.