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You caught Roger´s eyes the second he walked off stage, a sly smirk pulling at your lips. The view from where you were stood was perfect. You had a clear line to your favorite drummer, so you could watch him put all of his energy into his performance. Watch him throw his head back and wipe his sweat on his wristbands. Even though you had been in this position many times before, it was a view you never got tired of. Who would? He basically looked like he was having sex with the drum set.  

Roger jogged towards you and tried to put his arms around your waist, but you stopped him with a giggle.

“Not until you´ve showered”, you said. You leant in to press a quick kiss to his pouty lips, only to be pulled back in. Roger placed a hand on your face and held you in place as he deepened the kiss, making the butterflies in your stomach go into a frenzy.

“Roger”, you giggled, pushing him away from you, “There´s people around”

“Like you´ve cared before”, Roger teased, winking. You felt heat rush to your cheeks when you were reminded of the time you had been caught with Roger buried deep inside you in the empty studio. Or, you thought it was empty. It was not. Brian had walked in to get something from the table and immediately called for John and Freddie to come see. Needless to say, you hadn´t been able to look them in the eyes for weeks after that.

“We´re not doing that again”, you warned as Roger started walking towards the wardrobe. He grabbed your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. Proudly swinging your hands back and forth as you walked.

The rest of the band were already lounging in the dressing room as the pair of you entered. A girl was obviously trying to chat up John but he didn´t seem very interested. If at all. Freddie was removing his makeup and Brian was playing with the strings of his guitar. It was weird to think that only a few months ago you would have been completely star struck by the situation. This was your new normal.

“I´m going to hop in the shower, love”, Roger said, squeezing your hand before letting it go.

“Ok”, you smiled and started walking over to John. He looked like he was in need of a rescue.

“Well? Are you not going to join me?”, Roger asked, putting his hands on his hips. A smirk on his lips.

“Please don´t, Y/N. We don´t want to neither see nor hear you have sex ever again”, Freddie chimed in, turning to look over his shoulder. Roger shot him daggers. Fucking cock-block.

“I´ll just wait for you here, babe”, you said with a wink and watched him frown and disappear around the corner. Probably to mope in the shower.

John mouthed a thank you once you sat down next to him and started enthusiastically talking about the gig. The girl trying to get with him tried to join the conversation but either of you always cut her off. She eventually got tired and stumped out of the dressing room with a huff.

“What would I do without you, Y/N?”, John asked once she was gone, throwing his arms around your shoulders and hugging you into his side.

“Probably have girls swarming you right and left”, you giggled. You gave him a playful wink in the exact moment Roger returned. His eyes narrowed when he saw you cuddled into one of his best friends.

“Are you ready to go, love?”, he asked, nodding his head towards the door. It was your time to narrow your eyes this time. You always stayed and hanged out with the boys for a few hours.

“What? Where are we going?”, you asked. A smile spread over Roger´s lips. A sly one that was.

“It´s a surprise. Come on, I promise you´ll like it”, Roger said. He grabbed the fur coat off the rack and pulled it on over his shoulders. God that coat made something stir in your stomach every time he wore it. He just looked so good. And Roger knew. Of course, he did. You were pretty sure that´s why he wore it around you. It was basically a guaranteed shag if he had it on. A smile pulled at his lips.

You pulled up in front of a quiet lake. There were no people around, and the only light was coming from the headlights of the car.

“Roger, this is beautiful”, you said as he got out. He quickly jogged over to your side and opened the door for you. Ever the gentleman.

“I said you would like it, my love. Come on. I brought us snacks”, Roger said. He held his hand out to help you get out before reaching into the backseat to pick up a picnic basket. Ok. He definitely hadn’t thought about this himself, but it was cute.

“Who did you get this idea from?”, you asked.

“What? Don´t you think this is all me?”, he joked, pulling out a blanket from the basket. He laid it out on the ground and gestured for you to sit down.

“You´re not really the romantic type, Roger”, you giggled. You sat down next to your boyfriend and nudged his side, earning a goofy smile.

“We could just go home if you don´t like it”, Roger said. He opened the basket to show you what he had prepared. There were sandwiches, a bottle of wine and some chocolate. Nope. You were definitely staying.

“No, I like it. Thank you”, you said. You placed a finger on his jaw to force him to look at you before pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Roger melted into his touch. You could feel him let out a relieved breath of air against your top lip, causing you to pull away with a giggle.

Reaching into the basket, Roger fished out two glasses and poured you each of you some wine. He held his glass up to yours and waited for you to tip them together. His eyebrows raised in anticipation. You rolled your eyes.

“Cheers, my love”, he said with a wink before bringing the glass to his lips. He moaned softly at the taste.

“Cheers, Roger”, you giggled. The wine really was good. Probably way too expensive, but you didn´t want to think about that right now. You always yelled at Roger for spending too much money on you. He didn´t budge though, so you had kind of given up anyways.

“Have you guys made any more plans for the tour?”, you asked, sinking your teeth into the homemade sandwich. It was pretty good actually.

Queen had planned to go on an American tour in the next couple of months, and even though you hated bringing it up, you also wanted to encourage him to live his life. Even if it meant that you wouldn´t see him for months. Your heart ached a bit at the thought.

“Yeah. I think it´s pretty much all sorted”, Roger said, taking another sip of his wine, “I´m so excited to see all our fans. There´s nothing like hearing them sing each word back at you. And just hear them scream and see them smile. I just love it”

You hated the fact that your smile faulted a little bit.

“And have girls swarm you every night”, you said, nudging his side playfully. You hadn´t really been together that long, just a few months, and to be honest, you were terrified that he would break up with you once he left for tour. Why would he stick with you when he could have any girl he wanted? You would be thousands of miles away. In a different country, in a different continent even.

“Hey”, Roger said, grabbing your face. You swallowed the last piece of your sandwich and looked at him, unable to hide the hurt in your eyes. A tear threatened to escape your eye. “I don´t care about them, Y/N. You know I don´t”

His eyes were frantically searching yours, his thumb rubbing your chin to try and soothe you. It almost broke your heart.

“Yeah well we won´t see each other for months, I don´t see us-“

Roger cut you off by placing his lips on yours. You closed your eyes, relishing what you wouldn´t have for months. His lips were so warm. They felt like home.

“I love you”, he whispered against your lips. The words caught you off guard. He called you “my love” all the time, but you had never heard him say I love you. It felt so natural. So real. And you loved him too. Of course, you did. You would be lying to yourself if you said you didn´t.

“You do?”, you asked. Your eyes were still closed, his lips mere millimeters from yours. You could feel his hot breath on your face.

“Yes. I love you so much, Y/N. You have no idea. Please, I can´t hear you say we won´t see each other for months. It breaks my fucking heart, my love”, Roger said. His voice was rough from the concert, the words almost breaking off.

“Roger I- I love you too”, you said, finally opening your eyes to meet his blue ones. A gush of warmth spread over your body, making your heart ache. “But it´s the truth. Sure, we can call each other but it won´t be the same”

“Come with me”, he blurted out. “I don´t want to go if you´re not there”

“I would love to. I really would. But I can´t just leave my work, I´m not some rich rock star like you. And you can´t just not go because of me”, you said. You would be the worst girlfriend in the world if you let him stay home. You couldn´t do that. You couldn´t be that selfish.

You reached out to slide your fingers down the arm of his coat, letting the fur tickle your fingers before intertwining them with his.

“You know I´ll take care of that for you”, Roger said.

“I don´t want to live off of you, Roger. And I love my job”, you admitted. You would love to go. Who wouldn´t want to travel the world with a rock and their boyfriend? That´s the dream. Maybe you could ask your boss? It wouldn´t hurt. “But, I can ask my boss I guess”

A smile spread over Roger´s lips. He looked like he just won the lottery or something.

“That´s all I want, my love”, he gushed, grabbing your waist and pulling you into his lap. He laid back down and pulled you with him, his hands sliding down to his ass. Oh. There was the boyfriend you knew.

“We can´t celebrate yet”, you giggled, “I´m not sure he´ll let me go”

“There´s always something to celebrate when I´m with you, my love. Today, it can be that I finally grew the balls to tell you that I love you”

“You´re such a dork. I love you”, you said before pressing your lips to his. Roger tightened his grip on you and pulled you closer, the arms of his furry coat tickling your sides. It was nice though; it was pretty chilly outside.

Roger pressed his tongue passed your lips, which also sent a rush of warmth through your body. You hummed into the kiss, allowing yourself to melt completely into his body. Not a care in the world. That would have to wait until tomorrow.

Roger also got you back for skipping out on showering with him. His hands were wondering all over your body, pulling you close to his. Grinding his hips against yours. You ended the date by fogging up the windows of his car. That damn coat for sure gave him a guaranteed shag. The way you welled his name as you climaxed further supporting the statement.

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Souncheck dragged on. Someone dropped an amp. Freddie couldn’t find the pants he wanted to wear. You lost your favorite bracelet. Ratty accidentally spilled some of John’s beer that he was passing to him on your blouse, and you decided in that moment that you had had enough.

“Fuck, Ratty!,” you shouted, standing up quickly and trying (to no avail) to get the stain out of your shirt by rubbing it. It was a lost cause, the amber liquid a stark contrast to your white t-shirt.

“I’m going to get some air,” you growled, practically jumping to your feet and glancing over your shoulder, expecting to see John with a worried expression. Instead, you found him with his arm draped across the back of the couch, talking with some “friend” of someone in the road crew with long legs and the tiniest shorts you’d ever seen in your life.

Storming out of the green room and pulling the door shut behind you with a slam, you stomped down the hallway and out to the back of the venue, inhaling deeply as you took a few calming breaths, looking down at the stain on the front of your shirt. Fuck.

Just as you were about to collect your thoughts and return inside, you heard the door open behind you, and a lighter flick.

“Show’s starting in half an hour, you coming in or not?,” John asked, blowing smoke above your head as you turned around to look at him.

“Excuse me?,” you frowned, your bad mood returning without a thought of all the effort it took you to calm down just a few moments before.

He just rolled his eyes, taking another drag of his cigarette and leaning up against the building.

“You’ve been in a shit mood all day. Practically bit poor Ratty’s head off in there.”

“I have not!”

“So you call slamming the door shut a good day, then?”

You narrowed your eyes, arms crossing across your chest as you tried to think of something to say. He looked so smug, hip cocked against the brick wall, lazily taking a drag.

“Maybe I wouldn’t be in such a shit mood if you paid even the slightest bit of attention to your wife,” you finally retorted, starting to feel a bit stifled by the warm, muggy air. “And if you roll your eyes again, so help me God--”

“Christ,” he muttered around a mouthful of smoke, and that was the final straw.

“Go have fun with your little groupies, then,” you hissed, trying to ignore the stinging in your eyes.

“They’re certainly more fun than you,” was all he murmured, flicking his cigarette into the mud before turning around and throwing open the door, not even flinching as it slammed into the wall, and he stormed off.

His words echoed in your brain, and you stood frozen in your spot for a moment, ignoring the raindrops that began to soak your hair.

“They’re certainly more fun than you.”

You stood outside until the rain stopped, and you heard the beginnings of ‘Flash’ floating through the speakers. With a quick wipe under your eyes, you went back inside, a new determination in your bones. You’d show him who was fun.

Your first order of business was to find Ratty. Even if John was being a complete asshole at the moment, he was right about you being rude to his poor roadie. Ratty had been nothing but wonderful to you and John both, and just because you had a bad day didn’t mean you should take it out on him.

You spotted him at the edge of the stage, talking with Crystal and Phoebe, ready to do whatever the band needed at a moment’s notice. It was loud, the boys had just started ‘We Will Rock You’, but you knew you needed to apologize.

“Peter,” you shouted over the music, placing a hand on his elbow to get his attention, and you felt a little bit better when he turned and smiled at you.

“Uh-oh, using my real name, what did I do now?,” he grinned, and you gave him an apologetic smile.

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have ran out earlier, I’ve been having a rough day, and I took it out on you,” your face formed into a frown, but was quickly replaced with a relieved smile when Ratty was already shaking his head.

“No worries at all. Please, if you knew all the times John has said horrible things to me, you’d wonder why I haven’t quit already,” he laughed, and you chuckled in return. “I think I can handle you getting upset once. Besides, I do feel bad about staining your shirt.”

Now it was your turn to shake your head, flashing a quick smile. “Don’t worry about it. That’s what washing machines are for, right?”.

Your eyes drifted over to the stage, watching as John bobbed his head and hopped around, his blue outfit standing out amongst the open stage. You could only hope the show ran smoothly from here.

It didn’t.

Brian’s precious Red Special broke two strings in two different songs, causing an impromptu bass solo from your husband during ‘Dragon Attack’. You watched the way his fingers moved across the strings, the way his bit his bottom lip, the rolling of his hips as he continued to play, and even though you were mad at him, you fell in love all over again.

There was some movement to your left, and suddenly Crystal was leaning down to talk right in your ear.

“You know,” he started, pointing over to a door backstage. “That’s a supply closet.”

You barely registered what he said, just humming in agreement.

Crystal rolled his eyes at your lack of response, which earned you an elbow to your ribs.

“Ow!”

“I said,” he pointed at the door again with a newfound vigor. “That’s a supply closet.”

“You need to get laid Crys, your dry spell is making you crazy. I’m not going in there with you.”

“Fucking, Christ,” he hissed, shoving a cigarette in his mouth and quickly lighting it up, inhaling deeply and seeming to relax slightly when he exhaled. “That’s a supply closet, and ‘Love of My Life’ is coming up.”

“Why the fuck do I care if it’s a supply closet or n--Ohhhh,” you looked up at him with wide eyes, ignoring how he laughed at your sudden realization.

“Might turn your day around, is all I’m saying,” he shrugged, blowing smoke out through his nose.

Your mind was moving a mile a minute, and you pushed past the roadie to get to Ratty. “The second John comes off stage, you grab his bass, and leave him alone, okay?,” you told him firmly, ignoring the way he smirked at your attitude.

“Yes ma’am.”

You turned around to the screams of the crowd signaling the end of the reprise of ‘Now I’m Here’. Snatching a cup of water from the table (you weren’t cruel, John needed to drink something), you waited anxiously at the very edge of the stage, inhaling sharply when the lights cut out, and a spotlight was put on Brian and Freddie. You saw John walking towards Ratty, passing off his bass, and the roadie practically ran off.

“Come with me,” was all you said, reaching out to grab his hand and pass him the water with your free one as you yanked him towards the supply closet, ignoring his sputterings of protest from behind you.

Pressing the two of you into the small space and shutting and locking the door behind you, you quickly dropped to your knees, trying to gain your bearings in the darkness.

“What are you doing?!,” John panted, still out of breath from being under the stage lights, and also from the realization that you were on your knees.

“Showing you I’m fun,” you hummed, starting to undo his pants, shoving them and his underwear down just enough that you could reach his cock, giving his half-hard length a few good strokes.

“Fuck,” John moaned, tilting his head back and letting it thunk softly against the wall. You could hear him take a sip of the water, his free hand tangling in your hair.

You took the head of his cock into your mouth, sucking lightly as your palm rubbed lightly over his thigh, keeping him close to you. You relaxed your throat the way you knew drove him crazy, taking him deeper and moaning when you heard him gasp above you.

“Jesus Christ,” he whimpered, giving your hair a tug before pushing you down on his cock, making you choke just a little before pulling you back. “Fuck, we don’t have long,” he moaned, tossing the now-empty cup on the ground so he could use his free hand to stroke your cheek lightly.

You pulled off with a pop, looking up at him, your eyes beginning to adjust, and you could see the outline of his curls in dark. “Better shut up and let me get to work, then,” you smirked, before opening your mouth and taking him completely to the base.

John’s legs buckled slightly, pressing his back firmly to the wall to keep himself upright as he rocked his hips forward once more. “Jesus--fuck, I’m gonna come,” he panted, fingers tightening in your hair.

You managed to pull back just slightly, jerking his already leaking cock quickly. “Come for me, baby. Come in my mouth,” you moaned, taking him back into your mouth and sucking seductively.

With a low groan, John released down your throat, fist hitting the wall of the closet as he slowly came down from his high, completely pliant while you swallowed every last drop.

“Deacons! You have thirty seconds before I break the door down!,” you heard Roger’s voice yell through the door, and with a giggle you tucked John back into his pants, buttoning them up as you stood and quickly opened the door, practically pushing John back towards Ratty.

“I--,”

“No time. Tell your wife all about how you’re going to fuck her later,” Roger playfully chided, giving you a wink as your face turned bright red.

John gave you a heated glance, opening his mouth to speak once more, but was cut off by Ratty putting his bass around his neck and physically shoving him back on stage, leaving you standing there with a small smile on your lips.

“You’re welcome,” Crystal shouted from around his cigarette as he moved back beside you, ‘Save Me’ playing through the speakers. “I’ll accept a few cartons of these or a bottle of my favorite tequila, either one,” he smirked, and you just shoved his side.

“Oi, I helped,” Ratty frowned as he walked over to your other side, and you just rolled your eyes at the two of them.

“How about we stop talking about my sex life and I’ll get you both something?,” you laughed, settling in to watch the rest of the performance.

The second half flew by, mostly you just listening to the music, laughing and talking with the boys, and watching your husband and his best friends having the time of their life on stage. Watching them take their final bows had a newfound excitement coursing through your body, meeting John’s eyes as he started walking towards you.

“Hi--oh!,” you squealed as you were suddenly picked up and thrown over his shoulder, managing to push yourself up enough to see three shocked band members, Ratty shaking his head as he put John’s bass away, and Crystal shouting, “Make that two bottles of tequila!”.

You just giggled as you were taken down the hallway, lazily playing with John’s curls as he opened the door to his dressing room, and you were thankful that they finally had all stopped sharing a place to get ready together.

You let out a small ‘oof’ as you were tossed gently onto the couch, suddenly covered by your husband’s body, his lips attached to your neck and his hand sliding under your shirt, grabbing your breast and spreading your legs with his knee.

“You’re perfect,” he mumbled against your skin, working on sucking a mark under your ear, a soft groan tumbling from your lips. “Bloody perfect. Christ, how did I get so lucky?”.

You giggled softly at that, cut off quickly by another moan as he pinched your nipple. “Fuck, John,” you sighed, reaching down to tug his shirt over his head, lifting up your torso as he did the same for you.

His nimble fingers moved around to your back, unclasping your bra and tossing it somewhere across the room before his lips wrapped around one of your nipples with a hum, causing you to cry out. Your shoes were quickly tossed and your pants and underwear were shoved down your legs were you kicked them unceremoniously into the corner.

“John.”

“Mm?”

“Fuck me.”

“With pleasure.”

His pants were discarded shortly after, wrapping your legs around his hips as he leaned up to kiss you messily, tongue sliding easily into your mouth with a groan. A second later he was thrusting into you, causing you to cry his name against his lips, your fingers tugging on his curls as you kept him tight against your chest.

Neither of you were going to last long, the second half of the performance having made you both a needing, wanting mess. John’s hips were slamming against yours at a punishing pace, his lips leaving biting kisses down your neck and chest before moving back up to nip at your bottom lip.

“My beautiful girl,” he purred, one hand gripping tight at your hip, the other sliding up to the side of your neck, his thumb brushing along your jawline. “My beautiful, perfect girl.”

You just whined at the praise, reaching down to begin rubbing quickly at your clit, whimpering when you started to feel the build up of your release.

“That’s right, you gonna come for me, sweet girl? Gonna come on my cock?,” he cooed, angling his hips so the blunt head of his cock was drilling into your sweet spot, and that was all it took.

With a soft cry, you clenched hard around him, pulsing around his cock inside of your dripping cunt, and riding out your aftershocks as he continued to thrust in and out of you.

Just a moment later, he released inside of you with your name on his lips, slowing his hips to stop, arms wrapped around you tightly as he kept you close to him. The two of you were breathing heavily, pulling back to look at each other as you came down from your highs.

“I’m sorry. For what I said earlier,” John whispered, stroking your cheek lightly as he stayed inside of you, wanting the two of you to be connected in the most intimate way possible for a few more minutes. “Guess I wasn’t having such a great day either.”

“I’m sorry too. I was in a bad mood and just wanted to take it out on someone,” you sighed, leaning up for another gentle kiss, gently playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. “But I think our day got better, yeah?”.

“Oh sweetheart, it’s just getting started.”