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Brian loves Roger.
Roger is a talented, smart and handsome guy. God, Brian could make a whole list of what he likes about Taylor.
May often stared at the blond when he played drums or talked to someone. Just perfect features, wavy long blonde hair that was almost always disheveled.. Well, how can you not fall in love with such a handsome guy?
So Brian fell in love with him. He doesn't remember exactly when he started to have such feelings for the drummer, but, subconsciously, for some reason he thought that he fell in love with him when he first saw him.
May stopped denying these feelings a long time ago and accepted them. Yes, it was difficult to accept that he likes Roger, the guitarist long dismissed these feelings and referred to the fact that he just spends a lot of time with Taylor and loves him platonically.
But how to explain to himself the feelings that he experiences when he sees or is left alone with Roger? You can’t write off palpitations, sweaty palms, a sudden blush on his face and butterflies in his stomach to platonic love, right?
After going through a stage of denial and introspection, Brian simply accepted these feelings and tried to act like everything was fine. Although in fact in his soul was just a storm of emotions.
Sometimes it seems to May that Roger himself is flirting with him or giving him some hints.. Or is he already going crazy and seeing something that can never happen? Or is it just that Taylor realized that Brian has something more than friendly feelings for him, so the blond just mocks him in this way?..
Okay, not about that now.
Although Roger is a nice and glorious guy, whom Brian loves with all his heart; there are also things that annoy him wildly in a drummer.
1. Alcohol.
You can't call Roger an alcoholic, but quite often he can get drunk and the next day whine about how bad he is feeling and that he will never drink again.
It was a tradition for Taylor to drink two shots of Scotch, which sometimes scared Brian. What if Roger goes too far and forgets one of his drum parts? What if he gets sick in the middle of a performance?..
But May did his best to push away such thoughts and scenarios that his ever-working brain came up with. Roger is a true professional and knows what he is doing. Taylor is always attentive and responsible to everything related to music, although this is not always noticeable.
Sometimes the drummer could get so drunk that he had to be dragged home, in the truest sense of the word, in his arms. He always purred softly under his breath while May dragged this drunken grief home.
Brian was very fond of being alone with Roger or sitting somewhere very close to each other, but dragging an almost unthinking drummer around London was not very fun.
But when the blond began to compliment him on the way home or scorch the skin on the brunette's neck with his drunken and warm breath, May simply melted. Every time this happened, the heartbeat always quickened, goosebumps ran along the skin, and a hated blush appeared on the cheeks.
How he would like to kiss him then, on one of the dark streets, so that the next day Taylor wouldn't remember anything or write it all off as a drunken dream..
2. Drugs.
Okay, with alcohol, he has at least some kind of measure.. In most cases. But the drugs..
He almost never refused them, although he rarely uses them. But it still makes May worry and at the same time irritates May. How can he not understand that later it will be very difficult to give up drugs and that the human brain is destroyed from them?
When Roger is high, he becomes so happy, like he glows all over. Sometimes he becomes hyperactive, which leads to not the most pleasant consequences. And sometimes thoughtful and a little sad.
When Taylor is high, he either spends time with some girl or pours his heart out to May. Tells him different stories about being afraid of what will happen in the future and that while they are young, they can do whatever their heart wants.
Brian only listened attentively to his, at that time too talkative friend, and nodded his head.
And then again these incomprehensible hints.
Even when stoned, Roger would bury his hand in his curly hair or simply stroke the guitarist's hair, not forgetting to say that he is very handsome and that Brian is his best friend.
May was very flattered by these actions and compliments, and he appreciated every such moment with him. But more than anything, he would like Roger to stop doing this before it's too late.
3. Smoking.
Roger can always be seen with a cigarette, it seems that he and cigarettes are one. The blond almost never parted with this muck.
Brian is very annoyed by this in Taylor.
There is always smoke from the drummer's cigarettes in the studio. It seems that during the rehearsal or recording of the next song, Taylor is just nervous and because of this, he can smoke a whole pack of cigarettes. Because of which, May begins to worry about his friend's lungs, but almost never shows it, fearing that he might anger him with his concern.
Brian doesn't go to the drummer's place very often, but when the opportunity arose, May just went crazy.. That smell of cigarettes was also in the house. It seems that all things are saturated with the smell of tobacco.
Therefore, every time they were visiting the drummer, Brian insistently asked his friend not to smoke in the apartment, but through the window, he also always asked to open the windows in Roger's entire modest apartment, because there was nothing to breathe. At this, Taylor only snorted and said what a sissy Brian was, but always fulfilled the requests of the guitarist, which May greatly appreciated.
Whatever Brian said about the smell of tobacco and bad habits, he just couldn't resist the smell of Roger. The smell of cigarettes has become part of the drummer that May has to accept.
Taylor's hands, hair and clothes always smelled of strong tobacco, and something else sweet and wild. Perfume, which the blond rarely used, could never overcome the smell of cigarettes and something sweet.
Brian tries to come to terms with this habit, because no matter what he says to Roger, he will still do it his own way. No, of course, he will listen, but he won't do as he was told.
4. Stubbornness.
Taylor is stubborn as a badger. The above was even an example of his stubbornness.
His stubbornness is manifested everywhere - in conversations, in songs, in actions.
No matter what you tell him, he will still insist on his own and say that he is right. You tell him that he better go home to sleep, because he drank quite a lot. No, he will say that he is not a bit drunk and that he wouldn't mind drinking a little more, although his legs somehow hold him.
Even when recording and writing lyrics, he shows his stubbornness. You tell him that it's better to simplify the drum part, but no! He will say that it will be boring and in general, he is a master of his craft and that they climb where they don’t need to.
Tell him that it's better to change the lyrics or sing a little higher. But no! Everything is normal, this is his song, his lyrics. He will do as he planned and you won't convince this fair-haired miracle.
Although sometimes Freddie can put Roger in his place so that he doesn't play too much. This skirmish may end well, or it may end in a small quarrel, where Taylor is sure to freak out, smoke a few cigarettes, but do as he was told.
May also tried to somehow fight this stubbornness, but the most that came out of it was a quarrel. But for a long time they couldn't be angry with each other, so they immediately put up.
In most cases, Brian did it, because Taylor was too proud and stubborn to take the first step and admit his guilt, and not only his own, because, as they say, both are to blame for the quarrel.
5. Women.
Despite the fact that Roger is dating his girlfriend Jo, he still doesn't miss a single beauty.
You can’t call Taylor a womanizer, because he still loves his girlfriend, but he doesn’t mind walking on the side. This happens when they tour different cities, or when, as he said, they quarrel with Jo.
Brian didn't understand this, but didn't climb into their relationship - who is he to tell them how the relationship should be? After all, no one asked him to give his opinion or advice.
But he can't get one happening out of his curly head.
As he remembers, after the next concert, everyone went to the nearest pub to drink a glass of beer. Brian doesn't remember at what point he noticed that Taylor had disappeared from the pub, but didn't attach much importance to this, he was too tired to think where his blue-eyed friend could have disappeared.
After drinking a few more beers, May headed back to the hotel where they were staying. Since their budget at that time was not too big, they decided that they would take rooms for two. It so happened that this time he shared a hotel room with Roger. Most often, they shared a room with Freddie, because it was too hard for him to be alone with Taylor for reasons understandable to him.
Having climbed to the right floor and found the right door, the guitarist realized that it wasn't locked, which means that Roger was already in the room. Without thinking twice, he opened the door and only then he heard the sounds of a creaking bed and muffled groans.
Brian still cannot explain to himself why he did it; whether alcohol had such an effect on him, or he just wanted to see what was happening there, or something else, he himself cannot explain to himself. But he quietly approached the wall separating the sleeping area from the hallway, and, as it seemed to him, imperceptibly peered out from behind it.
The following picture opened up to his eyes: a naked girl with long brown hair lies on the bed, and a naked drummer towers over her, who pushed into her and knocked out quiet moans from her. But Brian focused all his attention on Roger.
Taylor looked gorgeous even during sex. His face expressed the deepest pleasure, for some reason he immediately remembered those moments when Roger, playing drums, threw back his head and beat the cymbals with all his dope. On the face, as well as on the back, one could see droplets of sweat flowing down. His long blond hair was disheveled and stuck to his beautiful wet back. If you look closely, you could see his spine and wings of the shoulder blades. His strong hands, on which the veins swelled, firmly held the girl by the waist, preventing her from leaving the drummer.
How Brian wanted to be in the place of this girl.. Just to deliver so much pleasure and emotions to the object of his adoration.
Uncontrollable, perhaps due to the alcohol, the guitarist placed a hand on his long erected cock to relieve the pressure a little. May bit his lip, groaned softly and continued to watch the sweet couple.
But at some point, Roger, as if he felt that he was being watched, opened his eyes and looked Brian straight in the eyes, not stopping for a second. Stunned by this sudden action, Brian froze in his tracks.
Then Taylor turned to face May and winked at him, still moving, and then closed his eyes and moaned loudly. It was as if Brian was doused with ice water, and he quickly left the place where he was standing.
The guitarist locked himself in the bathroom to calm his raging heart, but every time he closed his eyes, the naked image of Taylor appeared before him again and again.
May didn't know how much longer he would sit in the bathroom, but the arousal still didn't want to pass, even after he washed his face with cold water. Therefore, deciding that there was nothing to do anyway, he decided to get rid of it.
Sitting on the edge of the tub, Brian unzipped his fly and lowered his jeans with underwear to the knees. He touched his cock again, causing a muffled moan to escape his throat.
Spitting on his palm, he began to rub saliva on the risen organ and imagine the image of Taylor, who is in another room. Closing his eyes, Brian began to move his hand over his cock more often and make quiet moans.
It took him a few minutes to come and quietly moan Roger's name. After recovering, the guitarist washed his hand and waited for the guest to leave their room. But he had time to finally come to his senses and realize what he had done.
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After the girl left their room, Roger and Brian didn't say a word to each other. But the next day, Taylor acted like nothing had happened. No, of course he apologized for bringing the girl to their room and didn't even warn May about it, but he didn't say anything else.
Weird that he didn't even say anything about Brian watching them, as if he'd forgotten about it. And May was ashamed to look the drummer in the eye after what had happened. He was constantly blushing and muttering something under his breath, but this, surprisingly, didn't even anger the drummer.
Several days have passed since this little incident. Brian and Roger still got along well, but the incident never came up in their conversation.
Today was another performance for which everyone was very prepared. While Freddie was applying makeup his other eye and Deacon was checking his bass guitar, it did not escape Brian's sensitive eyes that Taylor had already drunk his second shot of Scotch and looked excited at the same time. May was again overcome with thoughts that something would go wrong during the show precisely because Roger had a drink before the performance. But the guitarist tried to hide these thoughts far into a deep box of anxiety, because he knows the blond and knows that he is competent in their work.
Exhaling, Brian sat down on a soft sofa and waited for the start of the show.
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The concert went great. They were on top, the audience was delighted and always encouraged them with loud applause and sang along to their songs, which was very flattering.
During the performance, May repeatedly noticed Roger's gaze on himself, it wasn't like the ones he had seen before. This look seems to have changed. It was as if Taylor was probing him with his eyes, as if he wanted to give him a hint or something.
But Brian simply decided that his fantasy was running wild because of the adrenaline in his blood, so he did not attach much importance to all this.. But in vain.
As soon as they were backstage, Freddie and John went to the dressing room, discussing something vigorously along the way, and Brian trudged behind, trying to move away from the performance. The sounds of the screaming crowd and the applause still lingered in his ears. He was sure that they were on the right track and that the whole world would soon know about them.
From his thoughts, in the literal sense of the word, someone else's and persistent hand pulled him out, which led him in the opposite direction from the dressing room. Quickly recovering, May realized that the owner of this hand was Roger, who was persistently leading him somewhere. Brian was about to say that the dressing room was on the other side, but didn't have time to do this, as he was pinned to the wall.
Before he could mind, May felt that Roger fucking Taylor kiss him. And with such perseverance that it seemed that his whole life depended on it. Taylor kissed his lips roughly, as if he wanted to show him who was in charge.
From such actions, Brian let out an unexpected groan, closing his eyes, he began to answer Roger with no less passion. The drummer also let out a muffled groan. But when the blonde's hand touched his waist, something clicked in May's head, and he pulled away from such sweet lips for him.
“Rog,” the guitarist called softly to get his attention, “Wait..”
Taylor stopped trying to kiss May again and, upon hearing his name, pulled back and looked at Brian carefully.
God, how beautiful he looked now: disheveled hair, bangs stuck to his forehead from sweat after a long concert, a flushed face and incomparable blue eyes, in the depths of which lust splashed.
Looking away from the sexy Roger, Brian took a few deep breaths to calm his heart and asked:
“Why did you do that?” The guitarist asked almost in a whisper. “It's all because you've been drinking, right?”
Roger looked at him blankly, trying to make sense of his words. Does he really think Taylor did it because he is drunk?
“Are you serious now? Do you think these two shots can affect me that much?” The blond asked almost angrily.
He was offended that Brian thought so of him!
“To be honest, I don’t know..” May answered honestly, “Maybe you took something and you now have some kind of side effect..” The guitarist suggested.
“He doesn't know!” Angrily exclaimed the drummer, which could attract someone's unwanted attention.
Having calmed down a little, Roger put his hand to his face and, closing his eyes, continued a little quieter.
“Just don’t tell me that I was wrong,” Taylor began somehow crumpled, “Don't tell me that you didn't notice my glances and hints. I'm not blind, I saw the way you looked at me. And if you think that I didn't notice how you look away when I talk to you, or when you start to blush when I talk to you or we are left alone, then you are very mistaken. I saw everything, Brian.
After these words, May got goosebumps - is he really talking about the case when he peeped on him?..
“What's wrong?” The blond asked mockingly, “Remembered that time you peeped on me while I was fucking that girl?” After these words, Brian blushed and turned away so as not to see Taylor's face, “You liked it, didn't you? I knew from the start that you were standing there watching us. And when I turned to you, why did you run away, hm?”
Brian didn't answer. But he felt that Roger's monologue turned him on madly and he couldn't explain to himself why - whether his tone, or that situation - he did not know. But the low, hoarse whisper continued, without waiting for an answer to the question.
“You know,” Roger paused, choosing his words, and continued, “I just thought that you feel for me something more than just a friend..” After another pause, he continued, but a little quieter, “Because you I like you, but if-”
But Roger did not have time to finish, as he was silenced with a kiss. These words affected Brian like a red colour on a bull, and he just attacked the drummer. What May did not expect was reciprocity from Taylor, he, roughly speaking, confessed his love to him.
May himself didn't expect from himself such that he would attack Taylor so much. But he couldn't stop himself. He kissed the blond demandingly and persistently, which shocked the drummer a little, but after a few seconds he joined and began to answer with the same insistence.
Brian ran his tongue over Taylor's lip, as if asking for permission, to which he immediately answered and parted his mouth. May's tongue slipped into Roger's hot mouth, probing it, brushing over even teeth. Giving a little lead to the guitarist, Roger tried to take the lead, intertwining their tongues in a passionate dance.
A half moan, half growl escaped Brian's lips as he thrust his hips into Roger's. Not expecting this, Taylor groaned, pulled away from May's lips and switched to his neck to catch his breath. He began to cover the guitarist's neck with wet kisses, sometimes licking with his tongue.
“Just don't leave a hickeys, Rog..” Brian said quietly and groaned when Taylor lightly bit his ear.
“What is it?” Taylor whispered, searing his ear with his warm breath, “Are you afraid that someone will see and think it's me?”
Roger bit the skin behind his ear, causing Brian to moan again and thrust into Taylor's hips, feeling his hard cock even through the fabric of his jeans.
“You can write them off as a meeting with some fan who wanted you to remember her for a long time,” The blond whispered in his ear again and put his hand on May's fly, feeling his arousal.
“Roger..” Brian groaned almost pleadingly.
“Or did you want everyone to know it was me?” Taylor asked and began to run his hand along the bulging fly, “So that everyone knows how you moan when I touch you or leave hickeys on your neck, so that everyone knows that you are mine.”
“Fuck,” Suddenly escaped from the mouth of Brian.
Roger chuckled and bit down on the skin near his ear again, leaving a new mark so no one but Brian could see them.
Suddenly, May grabbed Taylor's arms and pinned him against the wall. He put his knee between Roger's legs and leaned it against the wall so that the drummer's crotch rested on his thigh.
Roger groaned and leaned his hips closer to his leg to relieve some of the pressure. Brian pulled Taylor back into a kiss filled with passion and a struggle for dominance. Their hands fumbled over each other's bodies, trying to find their place.
May pulled away from the drummer's lips to catch his breath. He nuzzled the blonde's straw hair, inhaling his scent and breathing heavily.
Roger started moving his hips towards Brian's hips to create a little friction. Soon they began to move in unison, completely out of control. Every time their erections touched, Brian thought he was about to come.
Deciding to do something, he moved his hand from Taylor's waist to his fly, trying to find the zipper and unzip it with sweaty hands. Roger immediately reacted and began to help the guitarist. Having somehow coped with his fly, May pulled down his jeans, and then his underwear.
Roger let out a satisfied groan as his cock freed itself from its now unnecessary obstruction. A little embarrassed, Brian gently touched Roger's cock, trying to get used to the new sensations. He never did, but he guess jerking off another guy is the same as pleasing himself.
“Brian..” Taylor groaned as May slowly moved his hand up and down.
Brian looked at Roger to make sure everything was okay. The drummer's face was flushed, a blissful smile stretched across his lips, his eyes were slightly closed, but watching the process from below, his hair was disheveled - the most beautiful thing I've ever seen - May thought, and continued a little bolder.
Feeling almost no embarrassment, Brian began to experiment and think about how he would like it if he jerked off to himself. He would speed up and then slow down sharply, running his thumb over the tip, smearing the dripping precum, and sometimes squeezing the cock at the base.
After a few sweet moments, Taylor felt that he could come from such actions, and he, too, wanted to please Brian.
“Bri,” Roger called him, “Oh, Brian, wait!”
Brian stopped abruptly and looked at the blond, afraid that he had done something wrong. Laughing, Taylor gently kissed May on the lips, showing that everything is fine. And then he put his hand on his groin, cupping his bulge.
Brian winced and groaned softly as he felt Roger's warm hand on his groin.
“I want to make you feel good too, Bri,” Taylor leaned in and whispered into the guitarist's ear, which sent goosebumps through his body.
Finding the belt buckle, Roger impatiently began to unfasten it, trying to achieve his goal, but due to sweaty hands, it came out, as it seemed to him, long enough. Having dealt with the hated buckle, things went faster. Unbuttoning the button and then the fly, Taylor impatiently touched the risen organ through the underwear, starting to caress it.
Brian let out a loud enough moan of pleasure when his cock was finally given attention. The guitarist closed his eyes and leaned his hand against the wall next to Roger's shoulder to keep from falling from his buckling knees.
Satisfied with this reaction, Roger finally picked up the hem of his underwear to pull it down. Without thinking twice, Taylor immediately put his hand on Brian's cock and began to move his hand, trying to give him maximum pleasure. The drummer knew he was on the right track because May encouraged him with moans that were just music to his ears.
Roger shuddered as Brian's warm hand returned to its place and continued to caress his cock. Their movements became almost synchronized, as was their breathing. Suddenly, May moved as close as he could and their cocks touched, causing them both to groan.
Without saying anything, Brian removed Roger's hand from his member so that he could wrap their cocks together and begin to move at a slow pace. Taylor let out a satisfied groan, he looked down and saw May's long and beautiful fingers wrapped around their cocks together.
Turning his gaze to the guitarist, the blond saw that May's gaze was also directed downwards, to where all the most interesting things were happening. Putting his hand on Brian's cheek to get his attention, Taylor reached for a kiss that was very eager, almost aggressive. Their tongues intertwined in a frantic dance, sometimes it even turned out that they collided teeth, and Roger even managed to bite May on the lower lip several times, from which he let out loud moans.
Feeling the approach of orgasm, May began to move his hand more often and run his thumb over the tips. The perfect friction of their cocks and the pressure of Brian's hand brought them closer and closer to the finale.
Roger ran his hand through Brian's curly hair to deepen the kiss. When either of them moaned, it was just a beautiful vibration in the totality of their approaching orgasm.
Taylor pulled away from Brian's lips and buried himself somewhere in his curls, uttering soft moans, almost like a whine. May closed his eyes, feeling that he was going to come soon, so he began to move his hand more aggressively, trying to reach an orgasm.
After making a couple more hand movements, the guitarist felt Roger grab onto him. Then he felt Taylor's cock begin to throb and he felt hot semen on his arm. Clenching his jaw, Brian made a few more movements and orgasm covered him, and he let out a relaxed moan.
They stood like that for several minutes, trying to catch their breath, Taylor's grip loosened and he felt the blond pull away from him and look at the guitarist. Opening his eyes, Brian also looked at Roger, in whose eyes there was a fading spark of excitement.
Their lips met again in a tender kiss, which was completely different from their previous ones, because this one was filled with tenderness and love. They pulled away from each other and exchanged glances as if they were communicating telepathically.
“I think it's time for us to go,” Roger whispered hoarsely, “Fred and Deaky must have lost us by now.”
Brian laughed and nodded. After cleaning themselves up and exchanging a few more kisses, they headed towards the dressing room.
“We'll talk about what happened there later, right?" May quietly asked the drummer.
“Of course, Bri, as soon as we're in a secluded area,” Roger winked at him, which made Brian break into a smile and blush again.
That's what Brian probably likes most about Roger - his determination. After all, if not for the determination of Taylor, then what happened a few minutes ago would never have happened.