Notes

“You insult me for not having anyone, Roger, but all you have are cheap fucking whores!”

“At least I don’t have a wife that I cheat on every fucking month, you goddamn bastard,”

“What the fuck did you-ugh, shut up!”

“I’m done. Good fucking bye:”

-//
“He’s right! I don’t have anyone. All I have are girlfriends that last for a week and then I get sick of them.”

“What’re you on about, Roger? Are you alright?”

“NO!- God, where are my fucking smokes?”

“Don’t smoke because you’re mad. Talk to me, would you? Who’s got you so mad?”

“Fucking Brian! He never knows how to shut up! God, give him one tip on how to improve his playing and he flips out, because he’s just so PERFECT!”

“I know...but you’ve got to calm down and tell me what happened.”

“Jesus, i’m sorry, I...he said I don’t have anyone.”

“What the hells that even mean?”

“I don’t know, maybe that I’m a lonely fuck who doesn’t have anyone who loves him?”

“Roger, please...you know how I feel about you.”

“Yes, but...he doesn’t know.”

“Just calm down. You have me, darling. He’s wrong, alright?”

He quickly pulled away. “Ah, Roger...you know I can’t.”

“Please. Do this for me. Just this once.” He begged.

“Okay...fine. But only once.” He whispered.

“Yes, only once. I just need this.”

For looking so cherubic, Roger was unusually rough normally, but not this time, letting the other man take the lead, straddling him on the couch.
John pressed a loving hand against his face, softly bringing their lips together. Stroking his hands through the blonde tresses, he pulled away from the kiss and began to gently nip at his bandmate’s neck, careful to not leave any marks.
Roger hoisted the other man up so he could get just a little bit closer, lightly digging his nails into his back.
“Take off your shirt.” John demanded, yet still in a soft, loving tone.
Roger complied, pulling it over his head, the shirt disappearing out sight. John got back to work at his neck, beginning to slowly move down the drummer’s body, swirling his tongue around the areas he knew he loved most, iliciting a few soft moans from him. Realizing that it was time to go a bit further, by seeing the desperate look on Roger’s face and feeling his erection against his own, John leaned back a little to get more room. The blonde grinded back into him, begging for him to move back to where he previously was.

“Calm down, i’m getting to that.” John softly giggled, and Roger followed with a breathy laugh.

Unzipping Roger’s jeans, the bassist could feel his own erection growing more desperate by the second. In minutes, all their clothes except for their shirts and John’s underwear were on the floor.

John found himself being lifted up and flipped onto his back by the other man.

“Ah! Roger, are we...”
“I assumed you wanted to...but it’s up to you.”
“Anything for you. I’m not a baby, you know.” Roger took that as a yes, and carefully slid the other’s boxers off.

“The stuff’s in the drawer behind you.”
John arched his back to be able to reach the drawer, and pulled out the bottle of lube.

“It’s been a while since we’ve done this...please be gentle with me.” John pleaded, and Roger didn’t realize he could get harder than he already was, but he had to wait. He flicked the cap off the bottle impatiently, and covered his fingers in the liquid, kneeling comfortably on the couch so he could reach what was waiting for him.

“Are you ready, love?” John only nodded.

Roger slowly slid one finger into the tight ring of muscle that so desperately waited for it, causing John to moan his name loudly, tightening so intensely that Roger was afraid he’d break his finger.

Slowly moving from one to two fingers, and then three, the older man began to press on the younger’s prostate, getting a half moan-half-jumble of words between “Roger,” “Fuck,” and “Jesus”.

He quickly pulled out his fingers and wiped them on the side of the couch, feeling that his partner was appropriately stretched. Grabbing the bottle again, Roger poured some of the lube straight onto his cock.

“Ah, fuck! That’s cold!” He hissed, rubbing it in, trying to make it a bit warmer.

“That’s why you put it on your fingers firs-ah,”

He decided to end the other man’s sarcastic comment by quickly sliding his cock inside, letting out a guttural moan at the new tightness. Unable to resist, he began picking up the pace, while still being quite gentle at the request of John. He pressed their lips together softly once again, with John wrapping his arms around Roger’s neck, whimpering into the kiss.

“You can go faster, I’m okay,” John whispered into his ear.

Roger complied, and began to move his hips considerably faster, drawing gasps and moans from the man under him. Roger finally hit the sweet spot two times in succession.

“Oh! Oh, please, harder...fuck, fuckfuckfuck,” John’s own cock was basically weeping at that point, and Roger seemed to forget that he wasn’t one of his girlfriends, so he began to stroke his own cock to the beat of the other man’s thrusts.

Roger could feel himself getting dangerously close, but his number one priority was now pleasing John, even though this was supposed to be for him. He groaned every time his cock went as deep as it possibly could into John.

Not being able to hold it in or stop it, John came across his belly with a loud, obscene moan of the other man’s name. Just the sound of that made Roger immediately lose all control, and come inside of John with a long groan.

They soon became a tangle of limbs as Roger fell on top of John, orgasm so intense that he was unable to hold his own weight. Just listening to each other breathe for a while, each admiring the glow of the other’s glowing face,