#bottom!bri

(Oooof, unfair decision making because I’d love to do all three. Let’s have some Breaky, I haven’t done it in a while.) 

(Modern AU)

“Are you sure, John?”

John rolls his eyes.

“It’s smaller than your cock, Bri. Get it in me.”

Brian carefully lubes up the small toy - the packaging called it a “bullet” but he’s not overly keen on that idea - and reaches down. It is smaller than his cock, and the three fingers he’d had buried in John were more than enough; the toy slides in easily, with barely a hitch in John’s breathing. John’s fingers do curl, though, which, as they’re inside Brian at the moment, is somewhat torturous.

“Good. Got the remote?”

Brian holds up the remote controller for the toy in his hand.

John uses his free hand to pull Brian down for a kiss, before gently withdrawing his fingers and shifting them around so that Brian’s lying on his back, John between his legs.

“Ready, Bri?”

Brian grins. “Ready, John.”

John loves the feeling of sliding into Brian; his lover is always so warm and tight and responsive; he watches the way Brian’s whole body twitches as he bottoms out. He starts moving slowly, gently, letting Brian loosen up around him.

John is so focused on getting a rhythm happening that he doesn’t notice Brian’s hand twitch, until suddenly the toy comes alive inside him, vibrating up against his prostate.

“Jesus fuck!” he cries, his hips slamming forward involuntarily and punching a moan out of Brian too. “Holy shit-!”

“T-too much?” Brian asks breathlessly. John can only shake his head, sure that if he speaks it will be nothing more than babbling.

It’s like his nerve endings are on fire, and it’s brilliant.

John manages to get enough of a grip on himself to concentrate on fucking Brian, already aware they’re moving faster and harder than usual, but Brian seems to be enjoying himself, his hips lifting to meet John’s. John has just managed to adjust to the vibrations when Brian’s hand twitches again -

The vibrations increase in intensity and John honest-to-god screams. His body is moving of its own accord, all of John’s conscious brain having deserted him, and the noises he’s making are an incoherent babble mixed with Brian’s name. Brian is keening too, and John only barely manages to grip his cock.

Brian’s hand moves again, and the vibrations become so intense that John’s vision whites out as he comes harder than he’s ever come in his life. Brian’s keen rises to a wail as John’s hand shakes on his cock, and he comes too in powerful spurts up his chest. John promptly falls straight over onto Brian’s chest, his cock slipping out, heedless of the mess.

Brian is too far gone to remember to stop the bullet for just long enough that it’s no longer pleasurable. Tears prick John’s eyes from the sensation of over-stimulation, his cock twitching weakly, but then Brian recovers and his finger quickly flicks the button to stop the vibrations.

They lie together in panting silence for a long moment.

“John?” Brian murmurs, stroking his hair. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah,” John manages to reply, his voice hoarse. “You? I didn’t hurt you?”

“No. That was fucking hot.”

John manages to lift his head and grin at Brian.

(follows on immediately from the previous ask)

Brian coming down from orgasm was also incredibly beautiful to John’s mind. The way he sort of came to with little twitches and mumbles, his eyelids flickering until his eyes would open properly and seek John out.

“You didn’t…”

“I can wait,” John promised. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Brian knew better than to argue that John wouldn’t; previous experience had taught him that. He focused instead on the grounding feeling of John’s hands stroking over the outsides of his thighs; the movement was just firm enough to pull the tension from them, but soft enough to feel good on Brian’s over-sensitive body.

“I love you,” Brian said again, unable to stop himself. “You do know that, right?”

“I do know,” John smiled, and he leaned up to kiss Brian softly, sweetly. “I love you, too. No matter what happens out there, I will always love you.”

Brian’s fingers clutched tightly in John’s hair for a moment, and John knew what it was that Brian feared. That one day their studio arguments would spiral out of control - they were dangerously close to spiraling already - and spill over into their safe place.

John had no intention of letting that happen.

He was pulled from his thoughts by long fingers squeezing his cock and Brian’s mischievous smile.

“You’re a glutton for punishment, aren’t you?”

Brian raised an eyebrow. “Being fucked by you is hardly a punishment.”

“Well, if you’re that mouthy, you must be ready.”

John grabbed the lube again, pushing his fingers back inside Brian and eliciting a long ragged gasp in response. He added a third, gently, as he could tell from the signs that Brian was still sensitive; but it wasn’t long before Brian was moaning and pushing his hips up again.

“Please, John…”

“Are you sure?” John couldn’t help but ask. “It won’t be too much?”

“You’re always perfect.”

John had to duck his head to hide his smile. Brian’s fingers hooked under his chin and pushed it back up again so that their eyes met.

“Don’t hide from me, my love…”

John let his smile show as he lubed himself up carefully. “Never.” And then he pushed forward, drawing a long low moan from Brian’s mouth. Grinning, he noticed Brian’s cock twitch, and leaned down to kiss him, all teeth and tongue.

“I love how insatiable you are.”

“And I love how much of a tease you are.” Brian rolled his hips upwards, enjoying the way John gasped, and was rewarded with a savage thrust that took his breath away.

John wanted to fuck Brian slowly, tenderly, showing him how much he loved him; but Bri was clearly not in the mood for that, thrusting back against John to encourage him to move faster and harder.

John did, leaning up to pin Brian’s wrists, their mouths dancing over one another between gasps and sounds, Brian’s legs wrapping around John’s waist to pull him deeper and harder.

All too soon John felt the heat pooling in his gut; Brian was hard against him again, so he reached one hand between them and began to stroke him quickly. “Bri - gonna…”

“Yes,” Brian hissed, his back arching up, his legs tightening around John’s waist so that he couldn’t pull away. “Please - John…”

John dropped his head to Brian’s chest, sinking his teeth into the skin over his collarbone to muffle his shout as he came, hips stuttering; he felt Brian spilling into his hand and the soft whimpers in his ear, and let himself fall forward until he was completely on top of Brian, snuggled into his warmth.

They lay together for a moment, sticky, sweating, and letting their breathing fall into the same rhythm. Then Brian’s hands smoothed over the skin of John’s back, and John could only sigh happily.

“We need a shower, love.”

“One moment.”

Brian smiled and kissed John’s hair.

“One moment, then.”

(1975 - at Ridge Farm.)

Brian’s brain is so fuzzy and sex-fogged that it takes him what seems to be forever to become aware of his surroundings again. Roger was still collapsed on top of him, breathing hard, his cock still buried inside Brian.

Oh, yes.

Brian smiled, letting his fingers stroke lazy patterns over Roger’s back. It had been something he’d thought about for a little while, but only the night before, helped by copious amounts of vodka, had he gathered up the courage to admit to Roger that he wanted to try bottoming for once. John and Freddie had jeered and giggled and made many lewd jokes, but Roger had been deadly serious, for once, and had assured Brian that they could try it - when Bri was sober.

He’d never realised it could be so good. He’d fingered himself before in the shower, but having Roger’s fingers in him was a whole new matter entirely. Roger had driven him nearly mad, his fingers twisting and working and bending to stretch him out, dragging Brian to the brink of orgasm twice before stopping.

And then he’d been treated to the feeling of Roger’s cock inside him, and Brian honestly thought he’d never felt anything more wonderful in his life. It hadn’t taken him long to come, overwhelmed with sensations, and Roger had followed quickly. Idly, Brian wondered if that made him a good bottom, or a bad one.

“How was that, Bri?” Roger murmured, finally lifting his head to nuzzle Brian’s jaw. He shifted, and his cock slipped out, making Brian wince in surprise as some new aches made themselves known.

“It was wonderful,” Brian said honestly, turning his head to kiss Roger properly. “I didn’t know it would be so good. We might…well, I’d like…” Brian blushed. “I’d like to do it again.”

Roger grinned naughtily.

“That can be arranged.” He began sliding down Brian’s body and the guitarist watched, slightly confused. “In the meantime, I have an idea on how I can clean you up a little…”

The door to the bedroom burst open and in came Freddie and John, cheering loudly, champagne glasses in hand.

“Congratulations, dear Bri Bri!” Freddie sang. “You’ve officially lost your bottom virginity! Last of us all to do it!”

Roger grabbed the blanket and hissed, pulling it rapidly up over their naked bodies.

“Oh, pish posh Rog, it’s nothing we’ve not seen before,” John laughed, plonking himself down on the bed next to Brian and pulling him up by the hair for a kiss. “Was it good, Bri?”

“Very,” Brian mumbled, blushing.

“Of course it was,” John grinned, his voice low and conspiring. “It was Roger, after all.” He handed Brian a champagne glass and Brian swigged it quickly, slightly mortified.

“Roger’s very good at making it good for his bottom, aren’t you, darling?” Freddie purred, snuggling into Roger’s side. Roger’s annoyance was quickly melting away into affection as he drank and had Freddie’s hands all over him.

“Of course, now that Rog has broken you in,” John said blithely, ignoring the horrified and shocked splutters around him, “Does this mean some, er, new combinations for our get-togethers?”

“Oooh, I hope so,” Freddie said with a lascivious wink. “I think you’d look particularly pretty fucking him, John, love.”

Brian winced as his cock twitched, still oversensitive, at the thought.

“Now let’s not break them,” John laughed. He hopped off the bed, grabbing Freddie’s hand as he did. “Come on, love. I think they’d like to be alone.”

“But the champagne, darling-”

“They can finish celebrating.”

The door closed, and Brian couldn’t help but giggle. Roger took John’s place, snuggling in close to Brian’s side.

“I’m flattered that you think it was worth celebrating.”