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A few elements from the main plot: A very special group of friends: early days, drama, laughter, booze, success, rock stars life, girl power, friendship, love, sex, music, misunderstandings, some more drama, family. Pairings in the tags
Summary Chapter 28: Everything goes down. E v e r y t h i n g.
Word count: 3.6K
Warnings:Â DÂ RÂ AÂ MÂ A. Pure drama. Language.Â
A/N:Â FOLKS. This is the chapter weâve been waiting for. Let us say that this was incredibly difficult to write and yet we had a great time doing it. We know we say this a lot, but this is one of our favourites. Weâre curious about what you think lovesies đđ as usual, if you like what you read, comment, like, reblog and share this with others! For everyone who follows and supports this story, thank you guys (you know who you are)! You are real stars!âđ
Roger sighed, abandoning his entire face on the palm of his right hand; in front of him, sat down at the old, wooden table of the farmâs kitchen, there was Chrissie, elbows rested on the brown surface and chin sustained by her ten fingers. Â
âItâs like I never find the right moment!â he whined, letting himself lean against the back of the chair.
âYou canât find it Rog, the right moment comes when you donât expect itâ she replied, trying to reassure him but, as an answer, he rolled his eyes and looked absentmindedly out of the window.
âItâs not only thatâ Roger almost whispered, calling Chrissieâs attention who turned her head to meet his gaze âwhat if Chelsea doesnât want to marry me?â he tried to maintain a distant tone, but halfway into the sentence his voice cracked a little bit.
âOh Rog, câ mon!â she stretched her arm to caress his hand abandoned on the table âwhy are you thinking such a thing? Chelsea loves you without any doubt and-â but Roger cut her off.
âI know that!â he almost shouted, pulling away her hand from his âbut what if she feels like Iâm not the man she wants to spend her life with?! Iâm not the perfect husband, for sureâ he suddenly became sadder and had to recollect all of his strength to not start crying right in front of Chrissie.
âRoger, look at meâ she said and he raised his head, noticing she was staring at him with a fond smile on her face âChelsea doesnât want you to be perfect, she loves you exactly for who you are. You should see how her eyes light up when she talks about you! And, letâs be honest, if she hasnât dumped you after the whole cupboard thing, it means she really loves you!â they both started giggling and Chrissie could tell he was already feeling better.
âThanks, Chris, thank you so muchâ Roger finally said and this time he reached for her hand to friendly rub it. Chrissie smiled widely and she let her palm go up and down his arm to calm him and reassure him.
Suddenly the door of the kitchen opened and John made his entrance. He stopped there and both, Chrissie and Roger, distanced themselves from each other, turning their heads to look at him.
John found himself closing his hands into two fists and he knew that the scene in front of him was the one thing that was going to push him over the edge.
âIâm sorry, but I canât stand all of this anymore!â he shouted. A shadow of confusion crossed Roger and Chrissieâs faces, who looked at each other with furrowed eyebrows.
âDonât act like youâre innocent, because you certainly are not!â John added, taking a step towards the table. Roger instantly got up to face him, still speechless and confused by his friendâs attitude.
âMate, what are you talking ab-â John interrupted him, waving his hand in front of Rogerâs face.
âYou perfectly know what I am talking about!â Chrissie got up as well, trying to calm him down. But John scrolled her hands off of his shoulder and angrily sighed.
âThe fact that youâre hiding the whole thing is just making me even more furious!â he added and the door behind him squeaked, announcing the entrance of the rest of the group.
They were all confused and unable to believe that, that angry voice, was coming out of Johnâs mouth.
âLove, whatâs happening?â Mel asked, quickly stepping in and massaging his arm. Brian and Chelsea were behind her, just a few steps away from the door. Freddie and Mary had crossed the room to approach Chrissie and Roger, who started to whisper to explain them the situation.
âAnd then he just started shouting at meâ Roger said to Freddie, but when John heard him he walked closer to them.
âIâm shouting at you because I know everything and I canât stand the fact that youâre lying like that!â he pointed his finger at Roger, but at the same time he glanced at Chrissie. She was standing beside Mary, who was massaging her back.
âWhat is he talking about, Rog?â Chelsea asked, making everyoneâs head turn around. She was starting to get nervous and she could feel her heart beating harder in her chest.
In that moment Mel understood what John had done and she started to panic because she was sure nothing good would have come out from that entire situation. Â
âChel, donât worry, everythingâs fine,â she said approaching her and putting her hand on her shoulder âJohn. Stop thisâ her delicate tone became harsher as she spoke to her boyfriend.
âExactly, stop it. Youâre being ridiculousâ Roger added. Brian and Freddie shared a worried gaze, knowing that John was about to explode after Rogerâs words.
âAM I RIDICULOUS?! You are ridiculous! Chrissie is ridiculous!â
âDonât talk to Chrissie like that!â Brian immediately splattered out, appearing at Johnâs side and forcing him to look into his eyes by pulling at his shoulder.
âSheâs cheating on you, Briâ John finally said. Somehow, however, the big weight on his chest was still there and he didnât feel the relief he was expecting.
Everyone in the room gasped and Brianâs eyes searched for his girlfriendâs, who was standing there covering her mouth with her hand. Brian was about to speak when Chelsea interrupted him:
âRoger tell me that this is a fucking joke!â her voice cracked as she felt the tears growing in her throat. She slipped away from Melâs touch and walked towards the small group, standing next to Brian and exactly in front of Roger; the table was the only thing that was dividing them.
âOf course it isâ the blond immediately replied and turned his head to look at Freddie, who was on his left âWhat did you do this time?!â
âDarling, I didnât do anything, I swear!â Freddie replied, putting his hand on his heart and lifting the other in the air. Mary looked up at him, trying to study his face to see if he was telling the truth. He was.
âDonât bring Fred inside this story! Just admit it!â John shouted again and Roger immediately felt the eyes of everyone in the room on him. He looked at Chrissie, who scrolled her shoulders, incredulous as he was in that moment, and then he met Chelseaâs gaze. She was about to cry and he knew it. But he didnât know how the hell he could exit that whole situation without spoiling her surprise or breaking her heart. He raised his sight until he met Johnâs face and he felt anger blooming in every organ or cell of his body.
âWho the fuck do you think you are Deacon? Do you think you can accuse me like that? Or talk to Chrissie like that? What the fuck do you want from me?!â he walked over to face John and both Chelsea and Brian took a step back, afraid that the two boys were ready to throw hands at each other.
Mel ran and put herself between them, each hand on their chests to keep them separate. Freddie soon reached for Rogerâs shoulder, to keep him still, while Mary was comforting Chrissie.
âOkayâ Johnâs tone seemed calmer and Brian looked down at Chelsea, who took a deep breath âIâll stop⊠if you tell me what you were doing that day, all alone in the recording studio. Just a couple of weeks before we came here at the farmâ he crossed his arms on his chest and Roger finally connected all the dots: John had probably heard him talking with Chrissie about the ring and misunderstood the entire situation. He felt immediately better.
âJohn, you got it all wrong, we were-â Chrissie started, but Chelsea cut her off, angrily.
âShut up! What is John talking about?!â she said, positioning herself right in front of Roger. He stood there, pondering what to say; he didnât want to propose to her in the middle of that quarrel. When he raised his eyes and saw John smirking behind Chelseaâs shoulder, he got furious and pushing away his girlfriend he tried to punch him.
Brian pulled John away, while the girls gasped and Freddie stopped Roger by blocking his arms behind his back.
âI know why youâre doing this! Youâre just jealous because you never got to call Chelsea your girlfriend! And that is killing you inside!â Roger spat out, pushing away Freddieâs hands.
âRoger!â Mel shouted, taking Johnâs arm to perch on it.
âWhat the fuck are you talking about?â Chelsea whined, closing her eyes and letting a couple of tears fall from her eyes. Brian encircled her shoulders to calm her down and then he threw a deadly gaze to Roger and Chrissie.
âI think we need at least an explanationâ he said, still rubbing Chelseaâs back. Roger and Chrissie looked at each other, trying to communicate with their eyes.
âOh for Godâs sake! Is that so hard to tell the truth?!â Mary let out, receiving a shut-up gaze from the blond and the redhead.
âYou donât have to look at her like that, because sheâs rightâ John said, calling everyoneâs attention on him âYou just brought out a cheap excuse about me having feelings for Chel because you donât want to admit what is going on between you and Chrissie!â
âIt wasnât an excuseâ Roger got closer again, but Freddie stopped him once more âI think you hated the fact that when you liked her she was with Tom. And then, when they broke up, she ended up with me. Thatâs why you hated me from the start!â
âStop with these bullshits!â Mel cried out and Chelsea immediately reached her to hug her. Brian pushed a little John on his shoulder, trying to make him understand that it was time to stop. But he didnât stop.
âAgain, youâre being ridiculous! Fine, you donât have the guts to tell them? I will-â he turned around to look at Chelsea, making his eyes jump from her to Brian âI heard them talking about a ring in the recording studio in London. They were promising each other to keep everything a secret. It was the day he took you to see the apartmentâ he ended the sentence looking directly in Chelseaâs eyes.
âYou fucking prick! How do you da - â Roger began, but he soon found a pair of hands pushing him back.
âA fucking ring?! Really Roger?! You buy her a fucking ring and donât even find the time to write me a fucking love song? Fuck off!â Chelsea shouted at him, pushing him again.
âI didnât hear you complaining about a bloody love song when I was eating you out behind my drums a few days ago!â Roger replied and Chrissie immediately scrolled him, taking his arm into her hands. Chelsea gasped: she couldnât believe he had just said that in front of everyone.
But it was too late. He had said that. Brian was about to say something when Freddie stepped into the conversation.
âHope you didnât record her moans, as Brian accidentally recorded the conversation he had with her while writing his songâ he was trying to lighten up the mood, but he soon understood it had just made it worse.
âWhy would you bring this into the conversation right now?!â Mary angrily said to him, slapping his shoulder.
âWhat conversation?â Chrissie asked Freddie, but she was looking at Chelsea and Brian, who immediately shared a look and blushed, perfectly knowing what Freddie was talking about.
âWhat conversation?!â Roger shouted, walking towards Freddie, who raised his arms and hands in the air.
âIâll tell you, but donât punch meâ
âFred, noâ Chelsea mumbled, but, as a response, she received an impotent look from Freddie and an angry one from her boyfriend.
âNot a big deal, they were being all sappy talking about you twoâ he said indicating Chrissie and Roger âWhen Brian asked her if, during that game we did during the Christmasâ night two years ago, she was thinking about him when she didnât answer my question about who else she would have liked to shagâ
âAnd what did you reply?!â Roger turned around to look at Chelsea, but Brian stood in front of him.
âShe didnâtâ he said, but Roger pushed him and Brian hit Chelsea with his back.
âIt was the day I found you two alone in the recording studio!â John added, connecting all the dots.
âWhy the fuck do you always find people alone in the fucking recording studio?!â Roger grunted looking at him.
âWhy did you ask her that question, Bri?â Chrissieâs shy voice made everyone stay in silence for just a minute because before Brian could answer Chelsea spoke up:
âMaybe because you suck at sex!â Chrissie gasped, followed by Brian.
In a moment everyone was shouting at each otherâs face and Mel, who was standing near the door, like she was a scared kid in the corner, felt her heart racing and her sight getting blurred.
All that tension surely wasnât good for her, neither for the baby. She caressed her now almost prominent belly, before raising her head to find John. He was arguing with Roger, a few inches away from his face.
âJohnâ Mel whispered, feeling her legs trembling. He turned around and they all stopped to see Mel falling on the ground, not able to sustain herself on her own knees anymore.
âMelissa!â John and basically everyone shouted as they all rushed towards her. Her boyfriend took her in his arms and on the other side Chelsea was kneeled on the floor, waving her hand in front of her face. Chrissie and Mary soon followed her, shouting Melâs name in panic.
Brian and Freddie were opening the fridge and taking a glass from the cupboard to prepare some fresh water for her, while Roger was sat down in front of her, caressing her hot cheek and snapping his fingers then and there to wake her up.
The entire situation lasted less than a minute. When Mel finally opened her eyes everyone breathed out again and Brian, sitting down with Freddie, brought the glass to her lips to let her have a sip of water.
Roger got up and passed a trembling hand between his hair. Mary reached him and caressed his shoulder on her way to the window, to open it a little bit to let some fresh air enter the room.
âHow are you, Mel?â Chelsea tried to say, but her voice came out broken as tears of fear were watering her face. John helped her get up and Chrissie sustained her from the other side, while Freddie put a chair in the middle of the room to let her sit down.
âLove?â John asked when she sat down, kneeling in front of her. Mel raised a shaky hand to take the glass on the table and Roger immediately passed it to her, sitting on a chair next to her.
Chelsea was standing by the door, biting her thumbnail nervously wiping away a few tears. Chrissie walked towards her, to comfort her. She let her put her hand behind her back, knowing that their stupid arguments didnât mean a thing in that moment.
âIâm fineâ Mel said, trying to smile as she put the glass of water on the table. Brian breathed heavily, followed by everyone else in the room.
âJesus, guysâ Chrissie said approaching her, followed by Chelsea; she positioned herself behind her back and started rubbing her shoulders âDo you see what your fucking drama caused? Sheâs pregnant, damn!â Mel instantly turned her head to look at Chrissie, who was already covering her mouth with her hand, hearing what she had just said.
John still kneeled in front of his girlfriend, got up and looked down at Roger who raised his head.
âWhat?!â he snapped, while Freddie, Brian, Mary and Chelsea were still, with their mouths open.
âRoger, pleaseâ Mel begged him, placing her hand on his lap, but he got up as well and walked towards John. Brian and Freddie reached him, while Mary and Chelsea both approached their friend, who was covering her face with her hands.
âIs she pregnant?â Roger slowly asked. He was so close to John that their noses were almost touching and the bassist could feel his hot, angry breath hitting his face.
âYesâ he finally spoke. Roger raised his hand closed in a fist, but stopped it halfway into the air, even before Brian and Freddie could block him.
He clenched his jaw and turned away one last time to look at his sister and at Chelsea, before stepping out of the room, without saying a word and punching the wall near the door on his way out.
Everything remained frozen for a moment.
Chelsea sat down near Mel and took her hand in hers, while Mary took a seat on the other chair, caressing her back. Chrissie was still standing behind Melissa, rubbing her shoulders.
John was there, in the middle of the room, with his head down; Brian was looking out of the window and Freddie was caressing his chin while resting his back on the kitchenâs counter. Â
âJust tell me one thingâ Chelsea broke the silence and everyone looked at her. Mel put her hand on her thigh and gently pressed her fingers on it, feeling the weight she had on her stomach in that moment.
âChrissieâ Chelsea continued, looking up at her âAre you really having an affair with Roger?â
âNo!â she replied in a second and Brian, once again, breathed out, walking towards her to pull her closer to his chest.
âOkay. Then tell me: what was John talking about?â Chelsea asked, biting his lip to stop the tears.
Chrissie looked angrily at John, but he was still staring at the ground, so she sighed and closed her eyes for a moment.
âChel, itâs a surprise Roger is preparing for you. He just needed my help to organize the whole thing, but I can swear to God nothing happened between usâ her voice was low and everyone could hear she was about to cry as well.
Chelsea nodded in silence and got up.
âCongratulations on the baby. I just need to spend some time aloneâ she then said and, giving Mel a sad smile, she crossed the room. She stopped for a minute next to John, who turned his head to his left to look down on her. They exchanged a long gaze before she headed out of the kitchen.
âBri, you believe me right?â Chrissie said between sobs. He hugged her tight and kissed her forehead.
âI do, my love. I doâ he then whispered to her ear.
In the meanwhile, Freddie had taken Chelseaâs place and he was now rubbing Melâs palms.
âNow that Chelsea isnât hereâ John spoke out and a bunch of sad eyes looked straight over him âI would like to know what kind of surprise Roger is preparing for herâ
âAre you serious? All of this happened because of you and you still have the guts to ask this question?!â Mary angrily said, but Freddie looked at her with disappointed eyes.
âMary, can you please calm your tone? Or the next one to make Mel faint will be youâ he sassily said and Melissa felt like the safe land between two trenches ready to fight with each other.
âFine. Do you really wanna know?â Chrissie finally replied, distancing herself from Brian and approaching John to face him âRoger wants to marry Chelsea and the ring you heard talk us about was for her. Hope youâre happy nowâ as she finished her sentence she walked past him and slammed the door behind her back.
Brian shook his head at John before following her outside.
John sighed and sat down on the only chair that was still empty.
âUff, thereâs actually a lot of things going on hereâ Mary said, gazing at the only three people who were still in that room. Freddie nodded along, while Melissa was just staring at her feet and John was hiding his face in his palms.
âOh please, bitches!â Freddie shouted, getting up and clapping his hands together âWeâre gonna solve this! Not a big deal!â
âNot a big deal? Are you serious Fred?â Mel said, looking up at him. He bent down to caress her cheek and kiss her temple.
âDonât worry darling! Weâre gonna solve it. Deaky!â he shouted again, scrolling his friend and obliging him to get up as well âNow, weâre going to find Brian and, after you made it up, weâre going to look for Roger. Youâre going to clarify the entire situation because there is a big wave of beautiful things coming to us! To our family!â
âBut Fred-â John started, but Freddie stopped him almost immediately.
âNo but, no if. Youâre going to have a baby and theyâre going to get married! We have to celebrate! Câmon, câmon!â he said, pushing him until they reached the door and then he turned around to look at the girls âYouâre better than us boys with all this stuff, so Iâm sure youâll find a way to make it up on your ownâ he winked at them and closed the door, taking John with him.
The two girls giggled for a moment, then Mary stood up and offered her hand to Mel.
âHeâs right. About everything. Weâre a family, we need to celebrate and we will sort things out. Now!â she said and Mel, finally smiling, took her hand and got up as well.
They shared a quick hug before looking into each otherâs eyes.
âLetâs goâ Mel said and they left the kitchen behind, ready to go and pick up the pieces of their friendsâ hearts. Â
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A few elements from the main plot: A very special group of friends: early days, drama, laughter, booze, success, rock stars life, girl power, friendship, love, sex, music, misunderstandings, some more drama, family. Pairings in the tags
Summary Chapter 27: John has a lot of things going on in his head and feels like he could explode at any time. He knows he can rely on Melissa on keeping a secret. The albumâs been approved so itâs a time of celebration and everyone is cheerful. Itâs the calm before the storm.
Word count: 3.2K
Warnings: SMUT under the cut. Making out, fingering, nothing too strong, but please be +18 if you read this. A lot of FLUFF throughout the whole thing.
A/N: Hi folks! This oneâs mainly about the sweetest couple youâll ever hear of, John & Mel, but make sure to catch the super cute group scene by the end. Let us know what you think, lovesies đđ and as usual, if you like what you read, comment, like, reblog and share this with others! For everyone who follows and supports this story, thank you guys (you know who you are)! You are real stars!âđ
A month had already passed since they had settled inside the farm and they were beginning to think that had become their home. Things were going smoother than expected and they had all realized they quite liked living the eight of them altogether.
Even if the boys were absolutely psyched that the producers had approved of the work they had been doing on the album, they all found it hard to believe that time had flown by so quickly, which meant they were going to pack things up and head back to their respective homes in less than a week.
That meant Freddie and Mary would have gotten back to their apartment and Chrissie would have moved back to Cornwall.
John would have gone back to living with Chelsea, at least until she and Roger would have moved in together but that wasnât supposed to be happening before the band would actually, start earning some money from the new album.
And Melissa would have gotten back to her shared apartment with Brian and Roger and, although she loved living with her boys, she wished she could have had John beside her all the time.
As she thought that, she walked through the back door of the house and into the garden with a beach towel under her arm and followed the small brick path that led to the swimming pool. She wanted to rest before the great party the guys â Freddie mostly â had decided to hold to celebrate the fact that the album had been approved by the producers. And the great party consisted in the eight of them toasting and drinking every possible bottle of booze they had in the house.
She wondered how she would have disguised her non-drinking state in front of the others. Not that she was much of a drinker usually, but she rarely declined a glass of wine or a pint of beer. So she was actually starting to get worried that that night everyone would have understood her condition. Would that be so bad after all? Probably not, she thought, but I wouldnât like all the attention spiralling on me. Itâs Queenâs night tonight.
Immersed in her thoughts, she turned the corner behind the hedge shielding the pool from the rest of the garden.
John was sitting there on the edge of the pool, his legs dangling in the water and his gaze fixed on its surface, studying how his movements were creating small waves that spread all the way to the other side of the pool.
He heard footsteps approaching and welcomed Melissa with a warm smile. She laid the towel on the nearest sunbed and walked up to him. She knelt on the grass and kissed him softly, smiling warmly afterwards.
âThought you were with the othersâ she said âBy the way, whereâs everyone?â
John shrugged âDonât know⊠I needed some time to relax, itâs been a tough couple of daysâ
Melissa smiled âI know, honey, youâve all been under so much pressure, but look where it brought you⊠Iâm so proud of you guysâ she snugged closer to his side, immerging her legs in the water as well, careful not wet her dress âI talked with the girls âcouple of days ago: weâre all so immensely proud of youâ
John smiled and placed a kiss on her head, draping his arm around her shoulder âThank you, love. I honestly canât wait for the album to drop and for everyone to listen to your songâ
Melissa chuckled âItâs not my song, Johnâ
John sat back and smiled looking her in the eyes âOf course it is, dear. Itâs yoursâ he kissed her right cheek âItâs mineâ he kissed her left cheek âitâs our songâ he stated, resting his forehead against hers and placing a hand on her tummy, where the bump would have surely shown itself if it hadnât been for the loose flowery dress that Melissa was wearing.
She smiled and looked at him through her lashes âI love youâ she whispered and leaned in to kiss him fondly.
John smiled as well against her lips âI love you too. And I canât wait to start this new adventure with youâ he whispered, gently caressing her belly and leaving small kisses from her lips, down her jawline, to her neck.
Melissa sighed loudly âI didnât think I would say this, but Iâm kind of excited tooâ she murmured, tilting her head on one side while John was still nibbling at her neck.
He stopped and looked at her in the eyes âYou mean that?â
Melissa was surprised he was so surprised âOf course, darlingâ she cupped his jaw with a hand and smiled âI know I said I was scared and I still kinda am, but I think the excitement of actually having one of these-â she placed her other hand over his on her belly â-with you, is starting to overcome everything elseâ.
She widely smiled and John grinned even wider, inching in to kiss her passionately again. As their tongues intertwined, her hands instinctively went up to his hair and he circled her waist with an arm.
As John parted from the kiss, a sly grin crept up on his face. He perched himself on a hand and hopped into the water, gesturing her to follow suit. The pool was not that deep, but John emerged only with head and shoulders.
The girl fervently shook her head âJohn I canât take the dress off! Iâm not wearing a bathing suit under it and if someone should come here, they would see meâ she lowered her voice at the end of the sentence.
John huffed and walked closer to her âThen donât take it offâ he uttered in a low voice, making the girl gulp harshly. He was gently rubbing his fingers up and down her legs and that alone was enough to send shivers down her spine.
He placed his hands behind her legs and slowly pulled her towards him. She still looked at him disapprovingly, but a smile was creeping up on her face.
John smirked as he gave her a final pull and she landed in the water with a squeal, her legs wrapped around his waist and the dress floating around them.
Melissa chuckled and shook her head âYouâre an idiotâ she draped her arms around his neck to steady herself âI wanted to wear this to the party tonightâ
John shrugged âIâll lend you one of my t-shirts, if youâd likeâ
She smiled âYou know I always doâ she kissed him softly âbut I wanted to clean up a bit, Iâm always wearing t-shirts and loose pants⊠you know? I wanted to feel like a girl againâ John chuckled.
âWhat are you laughing at? You have no idea the dresses you have missed because of this little thingâ she pointed at her belly and raised her eyebrows in a smirk.
John chuckled again âThatâs a real shameâ he smugly said, pulling her closer âalthough, you do look sexy when you wear my t-shirtsâ he whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. She felt shivers again, as he began trailing down her neck a series of small sloppy kisses.
âJohnâ she breathed out âthe others could see usâ
He pulled back from her neck only to dive into another passionate kiss and Melissa couldnât help but go with it, her will power incapable of resisting.
âI see it doesnât bother you that muchâ John managed to say between kisses.
âOh shut upâ she breathed out, wrapping her arms behind his neck as he walked closer to the wall of the pool to pin her against it.
She let out a huffed whimper when her back hit the wall and with a sly smirk she pushed her hips against his. John suffocated a moan and smiled crookedly âImpatient?â he light-heartedly asked.
Melissa smiled smugly and tightened the grip of her legs, making him groan and softly chuckle âOkay okayâ he said, locking his lips to hers once again, while trailing down her thighs and under her floating dress with his hands.
He slid an arm behind her back to steady her against his chest and with the other he reached for her panties, slowly pulling them down as Melissa helped him get rid of them. He placed a hand on her inner thigh, brushing it gently and Melissa sighed loudly âWhyâd you always tease so much?â.
A grin spread among his face. He inched towards her ear while his hand trailed closer to her core ââCause you look hot when I doâ he whispered, surprising himself and the girl, who let out a whimper when his fingers briefly brushed her clit.
Melissa inhaled sharply when she felt his fingers inside her. Her head fell back, pleasure running down her spine as John trailed a series of sloppy kisses in the crook of her neck. He steadied a pace and feeling her shiver and moan under his touch was making him ecstatic.
She bucked her hips forward, feeling herself getting closer to her climax and when she reached it, she lost her grip on his shoulders and let her body weight bring her down into the water.
John swiftly placed both his hands on her shoulders, as she tried to stand in the water. He looked at her in the eyes, a concerned look on his face, completely different from the lusty and mischievous look he had a few minutes before.
He asked hesitantly âAre you okay?â
Melissa fervently nodded and smiled, wiping some of her wet hair aside.
âHow⊠uhm⊠how was that?â John asked, suddenly self-conscious and worried.
Melissa chuckled âThat was⊠that was good â very good honeyâ she lifted on her tiptoes to give him a peck on the lips.
âSo it wasnât too rough? Did I hurt you?â
The girl softly giggled âNo, love, Iâm fineâ she playfully patted his chest, knowing exactly why John was so shy about it âyeah Iâm oversensitive, but I can handle thatâŠâ she tilted her head towards his fingers.
John chuckled ââm sorry⊠I thought I had crossed the lineâŠâ
She shook her head and smiled looking down at his hands âNo⊠nope, you did just⊠great, honeyâ
John smiled âFeels good to be appreciatedâ he theatrically said, making her giggle even more âbut please tell me if I do cross a line⊠I kinda donât know how to control myselfâ
Melissa let out a laugh âYeah we donât know how to control ourselves⊠Need I remind you what happened in the attic?â They both grinned and laughed recalling that magical afternoon.
âBut I swear, Iâll stop you if anything feels uncomfortableâ she gave him again a soft kiss and he happily replied, bringing a hand behind her neck and the other on the small of her back.
It was a passionate kiss, full of love and tenderness, but also of lust and desire and it brought them back in the heat of the moment.
When she pushed her body closer to him and felt him through his bathing suit, she smirked into the kiss and brought a hand down to his boxers, earning a sharp inhale from him.
âYou are a teaser yourself, Miss Taylorâ he uttered in her ear.
Melissaâs smirk grew wider âYou bet I am, Deaconâ
âGUYS! OH MY GOD!â
They literally jumped hearing Chelseaâs squeal coming from behind them. They released the grip onto each other and slowly turned to face the person who had just screamed.
To Melissaâs horror, Chelsea wasnât alone. Her brother was standing next to her but was voluntarily looking in the opposite direction, hand still covering his face.
âDonât wanna see. Donât wanna knowâ he stated, still turned on the other side.
Chelsea had a smug grin on her face. Her lips where slightly parted in disbelief and she was shaking her head âYou are unbelievable, guysâŠâ was all she could manage to say.
The situation was beyond awkward but somehow when John and Melissa exchanged a look, they both started giggling.
âItâs not funny, please recompose yourselvesâ Roger stated, gesturing with his free hand in their direction, which made them only laugh more. He was embarrassed but he could not contain the small giggle that escaped his lips.
âItâs okay Rog, theyâre not nakedâ Chelsea said, placing a hand over his shoulder and forcing him to turn towards the pool
âYeah, no Iâm good like thisâ he turned again in the opposite direction and walked away.
Chelsea shook her head and turned again towards the couple âWeâre gonna start preparing dinner in half an hour, I was wondering if you could help, but I see youâre busyâŠâ
Melissa chuckled âItâs okay, let me change and Iâm right with youâ
Chelsea nodded, a smirk on her face âIâm counting on youâ. She pointed a finger to John âDonât you distract herâ
He laughed and raised his hands out of the water âI swearâ
As Chelsea walked away, Melissa turned to John and they laughed again âWell, that was awkwardâŠâ
âYeahâŠâ John agreed, shaking his head and giggling. He swiftly stole her another kiss before saying âCâmon letâs go clean ourselves upâ
They got out of the pool and Melissa quickly covered herself in the towel she had brought to disguise her now very visible bump, through the thin wet cloth of the dress.
The evening proceeded as planned: the girls were going back and forth in the kitchen to cook something special for the night, while the guys strummed and played a few songs in the small living room and casually popped into the kitchen to mess with them: needless to say, they were always sent back into the living room with threats and objects flying in their direction.
Once they all sat down at the dining table the voices became undistinguishable and they lovingly chitchatted through the end of the meal.
Melissa didnât touch a drop of alcohol and every time someone filled her glass, she quietly exchanged it with John, under Chrissieâs knowing look: the redhead smiled at her every time she did.
They had drank three bottles of wine when the dinner came to an end.
Freddie was already proposing to play Scrabble and a thousand other board games, but the girls had yet another surprise for the boys.
Melissa and Chrissie exchanged a look and got up from the table; Chelsea and Mary smiled and nodded.
The blonde and the redhead headed to the kitchen and pulled a huge cake out of the fridge: the girls had ordered it from a nearby baker and they had begged him to write the word
Queen
with chocolate over the cream topping and they could say they were pretty satisfied with their intrigues.
âIt looks deliciousâ Melissa said, pulling away the wrapping and placing the cake on the kitchen table.
Chrissie agreed with her and helped her get rid of the trash.
âCanât wait to dive into itâ she said, stressing the word dive in a way that Melissa assumed was headed somewhere.
âThey really covered it in a pool of cream, didnât they?â the redhead smugly added and Melissa understood she knew.
She rolled her eyes, unable to control a smile âSo you knowâŠâ
Chrissie nodded fervently and started giggling âI didnât know you were this naughtyâŠâ
Melissa slapped her arm âI am not!â she laughed âIt just sort of⊠happenedâ
Chrissie raised an eyebrow âAnd was it good?â
The blonde visibly blushed and tried to force down a smile ââm not gonna lie, it was amazing Chrisâ she softly chuckled and the other followed her suit.
âWell I can read it all over your faceâ the redhead added âHowâs it going with the whole⊠you knowâŠâ she pointed at her belly ââŠthat?â
âBetter I guess⊠I realized the desire of doing this is greater than the fear of actually doing it⊠so yeah, Iâm still freaking out, but with a smile on my faceâ
Chrissie chuckled ââm glad you sorted things outâ
âMe too⊠Heâs been so kind and thoughtful and helpful⊠Iâm hopelessly in love with this whole situationâ she admitted and her friend fondly smiled.
âIâm happy for you twoâ she added, before picking up the cake âNow, letâs go back there or theyâll be suspiciousâ
Melissa nodded and opened the door for her, grabbing the polaroid camera from the chair in the kitchen. They walked into the dining room, finding the others completely absorbed into an argument over which game should they play.
The sound the two of them approaching recalled everyoneâs attention and the sight of the cake made everybody cheer like children in a playground.
âCongratulation guysâ Melissa said, making room on the table for the cake, instantly mirrored by the other girls.
âWhat do you say we take some pictures?â she suggested.
Freddie straight forwardly got up clapping his hands together âYES darling, great idea!â
Melissa gestured the guys to stand beside the cake and took a few pictures of them, some serious ones and some more spontaneous ones, where Roger was tugging at Freddieâs shirt or John was pointing at Brianâs hair or they were simply making each other laugh.
Just looking at them being silly and acting like dorks was filling her â and all the other girls â heart with joy.
âYour turn girlsâ Roger suggested and Melissa handed him her camera, warning him to be careful.
The girls stood beside the cake and changed a few poses, trying to mimic the guysâ poses and making them laugh out loud.
Then they took some more random pictures: Roger, Brian and Melissa, John and Chelsea, Fred and Mary, Chelsea and Melissa, Mary, Chelsea and Melissa, Brian and Chrissie, Roger, Melissa and Chrissie, Roger and Chelsea⊠they all wanted to sculpt that moment into their minds.
When Melissa clicked the camera at Roger and Chrissie, she felt Johnâs look on them and she studied how they were holding each other to understand if there was something between them, but she could see nothing.
Before she could elaborate those thoughts Chrissie offered to take a picture of her and John and she mindlessly agreed, reaching out for his hand as she once again stepped behind the table.
âDid you notice something?â he asked her once he was close enough only for her to hearâ
She shook her head âNo, everything seems okay to me⊠Relax, loveâ
John encircled her shoulder with an arm and they smiled into the camera. He leaned down behind her ear and whispered âI love it when you call me loveâ
Melissa lifted her eyes to meet his, genuinely smiling at him and he replied with the same look full of love: in that moment Chrissie clicked again and immortalized that beautiful intimate moment, a huge smile on her face.
As they changed position again, John behind her and encircling her with his arms, he leaned down again to whisper âDo you realize these are the first picture of the three of us together?â
Hearing those words made her grin even wider and Chrissie was good enough to snap another picture.
Melissa slowly turned her back so that she could look at him while still facing the camera with her body: she fondly smiled and inched in to kiss him, as Chrissie clicked the camera one last time.
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A few elements from the main plot: A very special group of friends: early days, drama, laughter, booze, success, rock stars life, girl power, friendship, love, sex, music, misunderstandings, some more drama, family. Pairings in the tags
Summary Chapter 29:Â The group tries to patch things up: John and Freddie are looking for Roger, while the girls talk about everything theyâve been through.
Word count: 6.3 K oof this is a long one. But believe us, youâll wish it never ended *sobs*
Warnings:Â some of the drama from the previous chapter, a HUGE amount of FLUFFINESS, some language and mentions of sexual times eeh whatâs new?
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Freddie was dragging him out of the house by his wrist, with a strength that John did not imagine he had.
âIâm right beside you, you donât have to pull me Fredâ John mumbled, but Freddie wouldnât listen. He spotted Brian and Chrissie sitting on one of the sunbeds by the yard and sped up his pace.
He stopped once they were in front of them, then stepped aside and gestured John to say something.
John looked at him, narrowing his eyes, then sighed and looked back at Brian and Chrissie: the girl had crossed her arms and she was tapping her foot nervously on the ground.
John sighed âLook guys, Iâm genuinely sorry for this whole⊠thingâ he couldnât sustain Chrissieâs angry look so he searched for comfort into Brianâs eyes. The curly boy sadly smiled but did not say anything.
âI mean itâ John continued âI should have talked to Roger face to face or to you-â he glanced at Chrissie â-beforehand. Bursting out in front of everyone was definitely not my smartest moveâ he let out a shaky laugh.
âIt wasnâtâ Chrissie spoke up and met his gaze at last. She sighed and got up to stand in front of him âI want you to know I was deeply hurt by your insinuation of me being a whoreâ
The guys widened their eyes and John rushed to say âChris, you know thatâs not what I meant, I thought-â
âYeah I know what you thought, let me finishâ she sighed and softened her tone âI can see how from your point of view things did not seem⊠good, letâs say goodâŠâ she brought a hand on his shoulder âbut in the future, please talk to me, alright?â
John nodded and shyly smiled âAlrightâ
Chrissie allowed herself to smile back and pulled him in for a hug. Brian and Freddie exchanged a look and a small smile. The girl added, âBesides, Iâm easiest one, you have to spare your energy for the other twoâŠâ
John chuckled âYouâre damn rightâ he pulled away and turned to Brian, who smiled and patted him on the shoulder.
âIâm sorry Briâ John said placing his hand over to Brianâs shoulder âI got you in trouble tooâ
Brian chuckled âItâs alright, Deaky⊠Iâm ashamed to admit I would have done the sameâŠâ
They all chuckled and John felt some kind of relief, knowing that they were okay after the thunderstorm that had spiralled on the group. He immediately felt anxious again at the perspective of a confrontation with Roger. Freddie caught him changing expression and patted him on the shoulder
âCâmon darling, we have two more to goâ
John sighed, nodding along and Freddie smiled âNow then, where could we find our dear drummer boy?â
John was looking at his feet and smiled to himself âI think I knowâŠâ. He started walking across the yard, towards the edge of the garden.
Brian and Freddie exchanged a confused look and stepped on to follow him, when Chrissie halted them âLeave them some time alone. I think they need to sort it out by themselvesâ
They regretfully nodded and sat back on the sunbeds, waiting for Chrissie to do the same âIâm gonna go find the girlsâ she said instead, and she started walking fast towards the house.
The guys exchanged a look and instantly got up and rushed in the direction they had seen John disappearing.
John followed the bricked path until the small gate in the green fence and turned the corner to find Roger sitting by the pool, moving his hand back and forth in the water to create some small ripples.
He gathered all the strength and courage he had and approached him quietly.
âI hoped Iâd find you hereâ he said, sitting beside him on the grass and looking for some reaction.
âHow did you find me?â
John smiled âYouâre just like your sister⊠the water is a safe, quiet place to youâ
Roger snorted âAnd yet here you are, disturbing the quietâ
A small smile appeared on Johnâs face as he looked down at his hands resting in his lap âIâm sorry Rogâ he said quietly and with a seriousness in his voice that surprised the drummer.
He slightly lifted his eyes to glance at John âAre you now?â
âYeah⊠Iâm deeply sorry, Rog, I should have never called you out like thatâ he fidgeted with his rings âwithout any proof, at thatâ
âThatâs betterâŠâ Roger uttered, but he still couldnât look him in the eyes.
ââŠbut?â John attempted: it was like he was about to say something.
Roger huffed and retracted his hand from the water, turning to look at him upfront âBut I still canât believe you have such a low opinion of meâŠâ he admitted. He regretted immediately exposing himself so much, even if it was Deaky he was talking to, and he turned to the water again.
John was taken aback by his confession âRog thatâs not-â
âThatâs not what?â Roger burst out âI know you think Iâm a man-slut, but I fucking love Chelsea and I thought you knew I was being serious with her! ⊠God, I even trusted you with the whole apartment thing and thatâs what you think of me?â he was practically yelling and John couldnât bear to disagree with him.
Roger had indeed proved to be serious but Johnâs poisonous mind had insisted on identifying him as a threat to Chelsea. He didnât blame him for being that angry.
âI donât blame youâ he interrupted the blondâs rambling.
Roger stopped to catch a breath and turned to give him a confused gaze. John was sitting by his side, crossed legs, hands in his lap and eyes fixed on the ground.
âWhat?â the blond asked, flustered by having been interrupted.
John sighed âI know youâre mad at me and I donât blame you for thatâ he stopped for a second âI deserve it all⊠and more.â
He waited for a reaction that didnât come. He continued âBut Rog, I want you to know I have the highest opinion of you and thatâs why I was so angry about the whole damn thing!â
The drummer was looking at him intently, as he went on âI couldnât stand the idea that you of all people had confirmed Chelseaâs worries over Chrissie and I was so fucking angry that you would jeopardize your relationship with her like thatâ
Roger looked down and John was surprised to not hear any sarcastic response from him. He sighed âI know, I should have trusted you or at least I should have come talk to you, but â and thatâs not an excuse â I always felt like it was the wrong time! I kept on waiting the right moment but it never came and ugh! the struggle and pain of seeing Chelsea and Brian unaware of everything, it nearly drove me crazy!âŠâ
Roger let out a shaky laugh that startled the bassist.
âWhatâs funny?â John asked, surprised by his reaction.
âItâs painfully ironicalâ Roger replied, âthat you were waiting for the right time and I was looking for the right time but it all ended in disasterâŠâ
Roger looked up, half a smile on his face. John replied with a small, spontaneous giggle âI sâpose that is funnyâ he said âitâs even funnier if you think that both disasters were caused by the same mentally disturbed personâ
He locked eyes with the drummer, waiting for him to react, fearing he had taken it too far. Roger just smiled and giggled a little, followed by John.
John glanced over to him: Roger was smiling to himself and staring at the still surface of the water.
âI really am sorry, Rogâ he said once again âand I want you to know I already made up with Chrissie and Brian, so the ones left for me to apologize with are Chelsea and⊠well, youâŠâ
Roger huffed and turned his head to face him again. He raised his hand from the ground and placed it on Johnâs knee, a small smile creeping up on his face.
He sighed, before voicing his thoughts âI guess I didnât look that good from you point of view, did I?â
John chuckled âNo, you didnâtâ
Roger breathed out loudly, shaking his head and looking down âItâs really a mess, isnât it?â he groaned, already regretting what he was about to say ââŠbut I guess, if I must say, had I been in your place, I probably would have done much worseâ
John widened his eyes, evidently taken aback, and Roger frowned âOkay okay, donât get too excited, Deaky, youâre still at the wrong end of the table hereâ
John giggled and the blond went on âBut I guess what Iâm trying to say is, I donât wanna kill you anymore⊠at least not as much as I did beforeâ
They both cackled and John took a long breath before asking with a smile  âSo, weâre fine now?â
Roger grinned âWe are quite notâ
Confusion clouded Johnâs mind as he narrowed his eyes âBut you just sa -â
âI know what I saidâ Roger went on âI just have one more, little thing to ask youâ
John gulped and sat back, waiting for him to drop the bomb he knew he was holding.
Roger took a breath and locked eyes with him âWHEN THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING OF TELLING ME THAT YOU HAD KNOCKED UP MY SISTER?â he yelled out, not as loud as he had in the kitchen, but he surely did put all his heart into it.
John jumped a few inches back hearing his pissed tone, raising his hands to protect himself âOkay, I was afraid you might bring this up-â
âMight bring this up?â Roger interrupted him, swiftly standing on his feet âWhat were you thinking, Deaky? Sheâs my little bloody sister, for fuckâs sake! I cannot believe youâŠâ
âSheâs not a child you know, Rog?â John started to raise his voice again and stood up so that they could face each other âSheâs a fucking adult, Roger, and itâs not like we planned all of this to happen but weâre happy it did and weâre gonna make it fucking workâ
He panted through the end of the sentence, Roger stared at him blankly, his jaw slowly unclenching and his fists closed by his sides.
John went on âRoger, I fucking love your sister with all my freaking heart and I can swear to you this is going to be fine!â
He knew he sounded desperate and that he had literally just made up with Roger, but the fact that his friend even doubted his commitment to the pregnancy, had driven him back over the edge.
Roger was looking down when John finished talking and he quickly looked up to him under his lashes.
In a blink of an eye John found himself wrapped up in a tight hug, as Roger practically threw himself at him. They nearly lost balance and John bopped on his feet to maintain stability.
âI know it isâ Roger whispered on Johnâs shoulder âAnd I know you love her, but when it comes to Melissaâs feelings and the chance of her getting hurt, something inside me clicks and I turn into a big-brother-y jerk. Iâm sorryâ
âYeah I know, I knowâ John smiled on his shoulder âBut I swear she wonât get hurt. I wonât let herâ
Roger nodded and John continued âAnd if I do, I personally allow you to punch meâ
The blond broke off the hug to look at him with a surprised face. He reached out his hand âDealâ
John chuckled âI knew youâd be up for itâ
Roger smiled and patted him on the shoulder, a look of sincere love in his eyes.
âAre we fine now?â the bassist playfully asked. Roger nodded âWe areâ
âFinally!â a voice startled them both.
They turned around and saw Freddie and Brian just behind the fence, huge smiles on their faces âIâm so glad you children made up in the endâ Freddie added.
The two boys giggled softly, Roger rubbed the back of his neck, while John widely smiled and mouthed a âthank youâ to Fred.
The boy shrugged and smiled back, before approaching Roger and encircling him with his arm âI think you have something to doâ
The blond smiled and looked around to the other guys âI do. And I need your helpâ.
***
While Freddie was dragging John through the yard, Mary and Melissa searched the house looking for Chelsea. They found her in her bedroom, laying still on the mattress, her hands rested on her stomach and her eyes fixed on the ceiling.
Mary opened her mouth to say something but Chelsea was quicker.
âIâm not dead, Iâm just meditatingâ she said without moving âPlease leave me aloneâ
Melissa glanced over at Mary, who scrolled her shoulders.
âCan I lay down here as well?â Melissa asked, approaching the bed and kneeling on its side.
Chelsea slightly nodded, scooting to the centre of the bed so that she could lay down next to her. Mary soon followed âHey count me inâ
They stayed there for a while, before Melissa broke the silence again âIf itâs of any comfort, I can assure you Roger had really no fault. You can absolutely blame it on my hard-ass boyfriendâ
Chelsea chuckled softly âOh, thatâs exactly what Iâm doingâ
They all laughed.
âI told him he was seeing things that were not there, but he wouldnât listenâ Melissa confessed, becoming serious for a moment.
Chelsea turned her head to face her and Melissa mirrored her.
âYou knew he had doubts about Roger and Chrissie?â the brunette did not know how to feel about that. âWhy didnât you tell meâ
Melissa scoffed âWhat could I tell you? âHey, my boyfriend thinks my brother is shagging one of my best friends behind your back. But donât worry, it might also not be true.ââ
Mary cackled and Chelsea fulminated her with a look, even though she couldnât hide the smile forming on her face.
âYeah, well, I would have appreciatedâ Chelsea stated, crossing her arms on her chest.
âBullshit!â the blonde cried out laughing and the other two swiftly turned in her direction.
âMelissa!â they screamed in shock.
She had already lost it and was laughing, curling up on the bed âYou should see your faces!â
Mary and Chelsea looked at each other and started laughing as well.
âDo you realize what you have just said, donât you?â Mary asked amused.
Melissa recomposed herself âI do and you should not be surprised, I learned from the bestâ she raised her eyebrows and blew them a kiss. The other two gasped theatrically, before again bursting out laughing.
When they stopped, they were all sitting on the bed: they looked at each other smiling.
The door opened and Chrissie made her entrance, a confused look on her face seeing all those smiling faces.
âWhat happened here? Did you smoke without inviting me?â she asked, making them all laugh again.
âMelissa just said âbullshitââ Mary explained and Chrissie widened her eyes, emitting a small laugh.
âDamn girl! You spend way too much time with usâ the redhead commented, earning a soft laugh from Melissa.
Chelsea smiled to her friends, before looking away to the ground âIn all seriousness, I kinda still blame it a bit on Roger. Weâre supposed not to have any secrets and he still shouldnât have said ⊠those things in front of everyoneâ
Chrissie smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder âChel, he wasnât keeping secrets, he just wanted my advice on something, thatâs allâ
âAnd you cannot tell me what it is, right?â the brunette attempted, but Chrissie shook her head, still smiling.
âTrust me, you donât want me toâ she said.
Chelsea brought her hands to cover her face and groaned âUgh, Iâm gonna go crazy trying to figure it out⊠Just think I even considered the chance of a proposalâ she laughed out loud and the three girls froze for a moment, exchanging glances trying not to spoil anything.
They tried to laugh as well. Chrissie spoke up before Chelsea could get suspicious âThen donât try to figure it out and just wait for him to tell you what it isâ
She patted on her shoulder and Chelsea let her hands fall in her lap, her eyes fixed on the ground and a smile popping up on her face âI know youâre right, but I just canât stop my brainâ
âYouâll just have to tryâ Mary jumped in.
âYeah and, for whatâs worth, I think youâre absolutely right about the Roger-not-sharing-your-sex-life thing. I could absolutely live without knowing what my brother does behind his drum setâ Melissa added to lift the tension, blushing a little thinking of what she was implying. They all chuckled and Chelseaâs jaw dropped, her cheeks flushing red.
âDonât be such a goodie-goodie, little miss Taylorâ Chrissie raised her eyebrows âwe know youâre just as kinkyâ
Melissa gasped theatrically and punched her on the shoulder.
âMaybe itâs a Taylorsâ thingâ Mary suggested, earning a fiery but amused look from the blonde.
âYeah youâre right!â Chrissie exclaimed, making the others chuckle again âBut do tell us, Mel, have you discovered any other⊠exotic places to do it in?â
Melissa was more and more shocked by their audacity. She resolved to giggle a bit and shake her head, carefully avoiding mentioning the attic. She simply smiled to herself remembering it.
âCan I ask you something, Mel?â Chelsea jumped in, a little smirk on her face.
Melissa furrowed in confusion âAnything, dollâ
Chelsea widely grinned âDoes it feel weird?â
The blonde was still confused âDoes what feel weird?â
âYou know⊠fingers⊠touching your⊠sweet spotsâŠâ Chelsea did not know how to phrase her question, even though Melissa thought she had got where she was going to.
Chelsea sighed âOh for fuckâs sake, I was trying to ask gently⊠Does it feel weird shagging while youâre pregnant?â she blurted out.
Melissa loudly cackled, partly to cover up the sudden redness of her cheeks. Chrissie and Mary were practically rolling on the mattress.
The blonde recomposed herself and looked at her friends with a huge smile.
âI thought it would beâŠâ she admitted and she gathered some courage before dropping the next sentence. ââŠBut if I have to be honest with you it really is not. Everything is just more⊠intenseâ
The others were all giggles and smirks; she added âThe things you usually feel in those momentsâŠâ she paused, hoping they would get where she was aiming at âyou just really FEEL them wash over you and wreck you and-â
âOkay! Thatâs quite enough! Please spare us the detailsâ Chelsea begged her and they all laughed.
âYou sure? I have a very long list of-â Melissa continued, but the others screamed and Chelsea threw a pillow to shush her.
Melissa acted like she had hurt her âYou donât wanna start this warâ
Chelsea shrugged and grinned âMaybe I doâ
The blonde threw her back the pillow and picked another one from the headboard. In a matter of seconds the four of them were armed with pillows and they were throwing them at each other, laughing and jumping back and forth on the bed.
It was a good way to get rid of all the tension and anxieties they had got from the huge fight in the kitchen a few hours before.
In the middle of the âfightâ Melissa suddenly stopped to sit on the bed and Maryâs pillow inevitably hit her on the face. She massaged her face with a hand, the other was already placed on her belly.
The girl noticed immediately that she had stopped and rushed by her sides to check if she was okay.
âIâm sorry I hit you, Mel, are you okay?â Mary asked, worried.
Melissa nodded, her right hand still on her stomach âYeah Iâm fine, itâs justâŠâ she closed her eyes and sighed, a smile opening on her face ââŠI felt a movement and I froze immediatelyâ
âYOU WHAT?â the other three yelled out.
âI can hear you guys, Iâm right hereâ Melissa mumbled, covering her ears.
Chelsea had a dazzled look on her face âYou really are pregnant, uh?â she commented, knowing that it was an obvious sentence to say. She realised she hadnât really taken in the news yet: she felt it was real for the first time.
Melissa let out a small laugh âIâm afraid I quite am, Chelâ she said, her eyes closing and trying to concentrate to understand if she could feel another one.
âCan IâŠ?â Chelsea asked and Melissa turned to her with a smile.
âOf courseâ she guided her hand to her stomach.
Mary was covering her mouth with her hands, her eyes watery and adoring. Chrissie was sat right beside Melissa, the blonde could not see her, but she had the proudest look on her face and a tear escaping her lashes.
Melissa turned to the two of them, gesturing for them to join in with their hands. She knew they would probably not feel anything because it had been a very brief sensation at the stomach and at that stage of pregnancy movements were random and very rare, but the fact that her girls were there for her, filled her heart of joy.
They were quiet for a moment, exchanging glances of adoration and sniffling away a few tears.
âI cannot believe our family is expandingâ Chelsea broke the silence. The others nodded.
âItâs pretty tough to believe, yeahâ Melissa sniffled and wiped away a tear âAnd here I am crying again, gosh I hate being oversensitiveâŠâ
They giggled.
âIâm so happy for you, dollâ Mary said âYou and John are gonna be so happy⊠And I already know youâll be an amazing motherâ
A sob escaped from Melissa âYou canât tell me those things, while Iâm in this stateâ she reached over and hugged her, letting her tears fall freely âThank youâ
When they parted, Mary was sniffling too and a few tears escaped her eyes âOh God, now Iâm crying as wellâ
They softly giggled, knowing that as long as one of them was crying, the others would have always been on the verge of it.
Mary knew she was being selfish, but her mind instantly brought her to think that that could have probably never happened for her and Fred. They were not broken up and she was sure she still loved him and he still loved her; however, something didnât feel quite right to her lately and she couldnât help but wonder if they would ever have made it to the point of starting a family.
The others understood something was wrong, cause they practically saw the spark of joy fade away in her eyes, to leave its place to a sad smile.
âIs everything okay?â Melissa asked, brushing a hand up and down her arm.
Mary nodded, but then started to shake her head âNot quiteâ she said with a husky voice.
She sniffled and rubbed her eyes to wipe away the tears. She turned to her friends, her girls, and started her confession. She told them how she had felt lately and how she was actually worried that she and Freddie were about to break up. They were quick to soothe her worries, but they all felt shocked by her confession and didnât know what to say to make her feel better.
Melissa decided to break the silence âMary, I wonât tell you everything is gonna be fine or things are gonna get back to normal, cause we are never sure of thatâ she stopped to look at her in the eyes âbut Iâll tell you this: we will always be here for you no matter what. Whatever happens, weâll be there for you, to rejoice with you or pick up the pieces to put you back togetherâ
The other smiled and nodded.
âAnd if Freddie wrongs you, just tell us and weâll destroy himâ Chelsea added, making Mary chuckle and wipe away a few tears.
âIâm sure you wouldâ
âYou can bet your ass, doll. Us girls have to stick together, right?â Chrissie added.
The four of them chuckled softly, each glancing to the wonderful women they were sat next to and mentally thanking the universe for the gift of their friendship.
âI love you galsâ Mary concluded.
She opened her arms and the other three jumped into the hug, nearly falling off the bed for the tidal-wave-like move.
They landed with their backs on the mattress, Mary at the centre with Melissa and Chrissie by her sides, Chelsea on top of them. They laughed out loud and tried to untangle from the strange position they had landed in.
They had just the time to recompose themselves, when they heard a soft knock on the door. Freddie stepped in slowly, putting first his head inside, hoping he wasnât disturbing. He cleared his throat before speaking.
âLadies, the assholes have made dinner. And they also cleared everything up. And Iâm not obviously part of the assholes, if it wasnât already evidentâ the girls giggled at his words and they all got up from the bed, smiling at each other as they left the room.
When they reached the kitchen they found all the food ready for them, but the boys werenât there. Interrogative glances flew from one face to another.
âOh, I forgot to tell you. Thereâs a little surprise outsideâ Freddie said chuckling and waving his hand he invited the girls to follow him. They stepped out in the garden and they were all left with their mouths opened: the boys had arranged some tables all together to create a bigger one and, all around, they lighted some candles to create an intimate atmosphere.
Brian and John were setting up the last things, but when the girls reached them, they stopped and Chelsea found the eyes of her best friend. Slowly and goofily, he approached her keeping his eyes on the ground beneath his feet.
âChel, Iâm sorry. Like, very sorry. Immensely sorryâ John giggled, dragging the girl with him, as he sighed relieved seeing her smile back âIâve been a total prick and I think words canât express how bad I feel for what Iâve doneâ suddenly Chelsea hugged him tight, cutting off his speech.
John smiled and chuckled to himself, realising how similar she and Roger were and how cuddling they became when they wanted nothing else but make it up with their loved ones. He hugged her back, encircling her waist with his arms.
âYou will always be my favourite troublemaker, Deaky. No matter whatâ Chelsea said, pulling away and looking at him directly in the eyes. John was all smiley and felt the knot around his stomach finally disappearing. A voice behind her back called their attention.
âHold up the excitement, that is not the surprise I was talking aboutâ and with saying that, Freddie gently tapped on Chelseaâs shoulder and gazed at John âAm I right, Deacon?â he added, gently squeezing on her skin, as she was interrogatively looking at both of them. John nodded along.
âYes, âm sure someone else has to tell you something nowâ and with those words, he turned around and, moving away from Chelseaâs view, he patted on Freddieâs shoulder as they reached the others. She was left confused, but when she looked at Chrissie and she indicated a point behind her, she instantly turned around to see Rogerâs silhouette walking towards her.
Chelsea couldnât stop her heart from beating faster, as she saw him getting closer with a âhandmade bouquetâ, but on the outside, she tried to look resolute and angry at him; she crossed her arms on her chest and waited until he was close enough to sassily raise an eyebrow, meeting his gaze.
Roger noticed as he stopped just a step away from her. He giggled and his eyes met the grass beneath his feet while his free palm was nervously caressing the back of his neck. He handed her the flowers and Chelsea recollected all her strength to contain a big smile, as she wrapped her fingers around the thin stems of the roses and violets freshly plucked from the garden. Â
She caressed a few petals, before raising her head to meet his eyes again; a colourful, bright red painted on the pale skin of his cheeks. Chelsea cleared her throat before speaking up.
âSo, were you going to say something or?â she teased him, taking a little step forward. Roger looked in her eyes and took a deep breath, before getting closer.
He let his palms travel down Chelseaâs arms, goosebumps grew on her skin in the exact moment his hands touched her softly. He reached her hands and took them in his, forgetting about the flowers that fell on the green grass, as he started massaging her fingers and her knuckles.
âActually, I have so many things to say that I donât even know where to startâ Roger giggled and let his thumb ran up and down Chelseaâs cheek, before intertwining a strand of her hair with his index finger.
âYou could start with something like Iâm sorry for what I said beforeâ Chelsea whispered, but she was chuckling as well, as she lowered her sight just for a moment. Roger lift her chin so that they were staring into each otherâs eyes again.
âIâm sorry Chel, for real, but âŠâ and he lowered himself to retake the flowers and giving them back to Chelsea, who allowed a little laugh to escape her lips âIâve waited for this moment to come so desperately that the idea of screwing everything up was hunting me!â he let out in a rush and Chelsea furrowed her eyebrows, stretching her arm towards the table to leave there the bouquet and finally free her hands, being able to caress his face and hair.
âWhat moment Rog?â she curiously asked him, letting him rest his face on her palm. Roger took another deep breath and looked over her shoulder to look at his friends. He looked at John, who was sincerely smiling to him and inhaled sharply, before carrying on with his discourse.
âOkay, here we are ⊠Iâve tried to picture this moment many times in my mind. Iâve practised all the perfect words to say to you. But the reality is that I will never be completely ready to say to you what Iâve been rehearsing for agesâ Roger said, making his eyes jump from hers to the ground, nervously.
âCâmonâ Chelsea said under her voice, nodding at him to inciting to go on with his speech.
âChelsea Parker, you are the love of my life, and thatâs no secret. Youâve been the only girl Iâve ever loved in my life actually and I wouldnât change a thing. Yes, youâre stubborn, moody, you love to play the victim and sometimes youâre just annoyingâ she laughed as she felt the tears watering her eyes, not being able to stop her emotions anymore âbut I swear to God Iâve never met anyone like you. Youâre just ⊠youâre perfect to my eyes Chel and I was sure you were a special thing from the first time I met you. When you escaped my apartment stumbling on your own feetâ they were both chuckling and Chelsea found herself throwing her arms behind Rogerâs neck to pull him close.
âI love you Chel and I mean it. I mean all these three fucking words every time I say them to youâ he mumbled, leaning his forehead against hers.
âNever in a million years I wouldâve expected to hear such words leaving your mouthâ Chelsea hummed back, touching his nose with her own.
âNot bad for someone who doesnât even write a love song for his girlfriend, right?â Roger joked and, rolling her eyes, Chelsea put herself on her tiptoes to kiss him.
ââm sorry, but I need to finish or Iâll lose the thread of words. Then you can kiss me all night, I donât care, but donât distract me now!â Roger muffled, interrupting their kiss. Chelsea laughed softly.
âOkay, okay, Iâll be good, I promiseâ she giggled and raised her arms in the air, hearing the others giggling as well behind her back. She had completely forgotten about their presence, but didnât have the time to think about that, because Roger started to talk again.
âSo, I have officially run out of words to say and, I know this is indeed the worst proposal ever, because Iâm not good with this kind of stuffâ
Saying that, he distanced himself from her to get down on his knee.
Chelsea widened her eyes and covered her mouth with the palm of her right hand, as she looked at him searching for something in the rear pocket of his trouser.
âChelsea Parker, I fucking love your full name, but I would like to know if, from now on, youâll give me the chance to call you Chelsea Taylorâ he stopped for a moment and breathed heavily, while Chelsea was now shivering and crying, incredulous to what he had just said out loud in front of her âDamn! There are so many things I would like to say right now, but I hope you will be content with these four words Iâm going to ask you right nowâ
In his hand now there was a little, velvet box and she couldnât still believe her eyes, as she felt the blood pumping hard in her ears and her sight got blurred because of the tears that were raining from her eyes.
âWill you marry me?â Roger finally said, opening the box and revealing a beautiful ring that shined under the dim light of the evening around them.
Chelsea admired the beautiful ring as she was left speechless; around her complete silence, as everyone was waiting to hear her answer. She looked down at the man she knew she loved more than anything else. His big blue eyes were reddish because of the tears that were falling on his cheeks, his lips clenched as he was trembling a little bit to keep the pose. Chelsea found herself slightly nodding and Rogerâs face lit up.
âYes, oh my God, Roger! Yes!â she finally said and in a moment he got up to take her in his arms to spin her around. The others were clapping and shouting all in chorus, as Roger put Chelsea again down on the ground to kiss her passionately. He pulled away and took her left hand in his, he softly caressed her wedding finger before putting on it the ring. Chelsea looked at it astonished, while Roger kissed her cheek.
Soon everyone joined them and both, Roger and Chelsea, couldnât tell who the pair of arms that were hugging them belonged to.
âYouâre going to be my sister in law!â Melissa shouted, basically crushing Chelsea, that laughed out loud with the tears that were still streaming down her face.
âAnd Iâm going to be an auntie!â she softly replied, gently positioning her palm on Melâs belly. They were both a crying and cuddling mess when Freddie reached them.
âChelsea Taylor! What a beautiful bride youâll be!â he said, raising her from the ground as Chelsea hugged him as tight as possible. John soon joined them and gently wiped away a tear from her cheek with his thumb.
âWe want to see this bloody ring!â Mary shouted, making everyone laugh. Chelsea was strutting her ring to all her friends, Roger finally by her side again kissing her temple. Brian patting proudly on his shoulder, as the girls were all screaming and admiring the jewel on Chelseaâs finger.
In that moment, Melâs eyes met Roger, who was just a step away from her and he pulled away from Chelsea just to take his sister in his arms and hug her tightly.
ââm sorry Melâ he said, breaking their embrace to look at her in the eyes; his palm still pressed on her shoulders âIâm sorry for a lot of things, but I love you and after all youâre still my little sister, so you know how these things goâ
Melissa was smiling from ear to ear and John reached her side, putting his arm around her waist.
âNo problem, Rog. AndâŠâ she looked over his shoulder, to admire Chelsea who was still smiling and crying, showing her ring to Brian and Freddie, while Chrissie and Mary were happily chatting with each other âCongratulationsâ she then added.
Chelseaâs eyes met his and she immediately approached him, pulling him down to kiss him again. When their lips parted from each other, Roger looked back at his sister and smiled at John.
âNo, congratulations to you guysâ he said, caressing the bump of his sister for the first time. Melissa placed a hand on his brotherâs and fondly smiled to him, mouthing a âthank youâ.
âLook at all my darlings! What a beautiful, fucking family we make!â Freddie shouted, clapping his hands and making everyone smile.
They all found each other standing in a circle and they couldnât agree more with Freddieâs words: they were indeed a family.
âA strange family, but yes, a good oneâ Brian wisely said, pulling Chrissie so close that she snuggled her nose against his chest. They all stayed quiet for a moment, until Roger broke the silence with his squeaky voice.
âIâm going to be the best, fucking uncle of the world!â he screamed and everyone started to laugh out loud again, while the sky above them was finally completely chill and dark, as a beautiful summer night was slowly hugging them all.
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A few elements from the main plot: A very special group of friends: early days, drama, laughter, booze, success, rock stars life, girl power, friendship, love, sex, music, misunderstandings, some more drama, family. Pairings in the tags
Summary Chapter 26: Roger thinks heâs found the perfect moment, but will things go as heâd planned them?
Word count: 3.2K
Warnings:Â SMUT under the cut. Oral sex (female receiving), fingering. Please read only if youâre +18. Ends in fluff.
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Roger was so concentrated as he kept on drumming, following the rhythm with his head and puckering his lips as he used to do when he was intently playing a song.
Chelsea was spying him from across the room, definitely not subtly looking at him with adoring eyes and a stupid smile on her face. She studied his beautiful features: his blond, long hair bouncing then and there, his big, blue eyes half closed as he was enjoying the solo he had been trying to record for over an hour, his pink lips slightly parted.
Not to mention his hands, with his long fingers wrapped around the drumâs sticks, ready to make them twirl and also ready to drive Chelsea crazy, who was getting turned on only by admiring his boyfriend as he put his heart and soul into his work.
She couldnât exactly tell what it was, but seeing him passionate about something always made her feel things. And in that moment she was hating her own hormones for making her feel like that.
When Roger put down the headphones and raised his head to meet Chelseaâs gaze, she tried to act as normal as possible, but she knew very well that her cheeks were flushing every minute a little more.
âWhat do you think about it, honey?â Roger asked, without getting up from his seat and stretching his arm behind his back to reach the lyricsâ paper of the song he was rehearsing. Â
Chelsea got up and, pulling down a bit her floral dress, she slowly walked towards him to stop exactly in front of his drums.
âYou were great loveâ she softly replied, making Roger smile and turn his head to meet her eyes. He patted on his thigh with his hand and Chelsea hesitated for a second, already knowing that, if she would have sat down on his lap she wouldnât have been able to contain herself.
She shook her head to forget all those thoughts and, always smiling, she approached him and sat on his thighs, both legs on one side while she was sliding her arm behind his neck. Rogerâs hands firmly placed on her lower back. Â
âHi gorgeousâ he chuckled and Chelsea gently traced his chin with her index finger.
âDo you really think it was good?â Roger questioned and entangled his arms behind her lower back to have her as close as possible. Chelsea raised an eyebrow, not understanding why he was being so self-conscious about his drummerâs skills.
âWhere my Roger full of ego went?â she asked and pulled away some strands of hair that were gently falling on his forehead.
âItâs justâ he sighed halfway into the sentence âI want to make you proud. I mean, John wrote a fucking love song for Mel and what I did was write a song about my love for carsâ he chuckled, but his tone was stressed. Chelsea giggled and pressed her lips on his temple, then on the tip of his nose and eventually on his cheek, cupping his face.
âYou donât need to write me a love song, I know you love me. And you should know Iâm very proud of youâ she smiled and Roger did the same pulling her closer to give her a chaste kiss on the lips. But even the smallest touch was making Chelsea shiver, as she was tensed like a violin string. She couldnât help but moan and Roger immediately noticed the hushed sound that left her mouth.
âWhat was that?â he asked teasingly, while his fingers traced her jawline to rest on her chin. Chelsea shook her head and mouthed a shy nothing, but Roger bit his bottom lip and slowly started to caress her naked legs.
Chelsea heavy breathed and had to cover her mouth with the palm of her own hand when Rogerâs fingers touched her core through the material of her panties. He grinned even wider, proudly noticing how excited she already was.
âDid you really get wet watching me playing drums?â he whispered in her ear, as he kept caressing her and toying with the waistband of her panties. Chelsea nodded and hot breaths left her mouth, while she was squeezing her fingers into the skin of his shoulders. Roger pressed a kiss on her neck and, with only one movement he pulled down the silk material of her underwear until it reached her ankles.
âRog â fuck!â Chelsea hissed, when he started rubbing her clit with his thumb; his teeth nibbling at the soft flesh of her stretched neck as she was throwing her head back in pleasure.
âRog, someâsomeone could see us. We canât â oh fuck â we canât do this hereâ Chelsea stuttered stumbling on her own words as she was fighting with the moans growing in the back of her throat while Rogerâs fingers kept caressing her up and down her folds.
âI donât care; I have to take care of my horny girlfriend right now, to thank her for being always so sweet with meâ Roger cockily said a few inches away from her mouth. Chelsea parted her lips, waiting for one of his passionate kisses, but instead Roger pulled away his fingers and gently put them in her mouth.
Chelsea sucked on them, looking at him behind the lashes, as she could feel Roger getting harder under her, who was still sat on his lap. He was always amazed when she saw her being naughty or needy and the awareness that he was the only one that got to see this side of Chelsea absolutely drove him crazy. Â
âSuch a good girlâ he commented, pulling out his fingers from her mouth and, without warning or any further hesitation, he slipped them inside her, making her whimper in surprise. Chelsea soon abandoned her head on his shoulder, incapable of doing anything in that moment, as three of Rogerâs fingers were now sliding in and out of her. Â
Roger was kissing her forehead, while his hand was moving faster and faster, causing Chelsea to moan louder and louder, as she knew she was getting close to the limit.
He suddenly pulled away when he felt her clenching around his fingers, making Chelsea cry out his name, because of the unexpected absence of his touch. She raised her head from his shoulder as she observed Roger putting his fingers inside his mouth to taste her. She smirked and, placing her palms behind his neck, she obliged him to crash his lips on hers. She could taste herself as well on his lips and that caused a new wave of shivers to run down her spine.
But Roger shook his head and moved to make her get up. When he stood up as well he made her sat down on the stool behind his drums and, placing his hands on her thighs, he leaned down to look at her in the eyes.
âIâm not finished with youâ he proudly grinned as he went on his knees. Chelsea was cockily smiling and nibbling her thumbnail, while mischievously looking down at him. Roger returned the gaze and placed himself between her legs.
He slowly parted her knees and pulled up her dress, exposing Chelsea right in front of him. He licked his lips and started to leave a thread of sloppy kisses on her inner thigh, making her moan again as her hands soon found themselves in his hair.
âYou donât know how many times I fantasized about fucking you behind my drum set. But this sounds even betterâ Roger mumbled, keeping his lips closer to where Chelsea needed him the most, but avoiding any contact to tease her.
âYouâre a bloody teaser, Taylorâ Chelsea managed to say, between the groans and the giggles that were escaping her mouth as a strand of Rogerâs long hair tickled her sensitive skin. He smirked and looked up at her.
âI know, Parker. And youâre such an impatient minxâ he replied and before Chelsea could even start a sentence, he attached his mouth to her clit.
She almost fell off the stool, bur Rogerâs hands kept her still by positioning themselves on her hips. Chelsea bit down on her bottom lip trying to contain the loud moans that were naturally forming on her lips.
Roger was looking up at her, as he was licking up and down her folds, sometimes stopping at her core to gentle suck on her clit.
Chelsea was already feeling a knot tightening her lower area and wasnât able to contain the whimpers anymore. Roger noticed the way her body was shivering and smirked, without removing his lips, on the contrary, sucking harder to make her moan louder.
âFuck!â it was the only thing that Chelsea could say, as she could feel the orgasm ready to hit her body. Her hands were still pressed behind Rogerâs head, as she was trying to have him as close as possible.
Roger noticed the way she was trying to move her hips to get more friction and smirked; his right hand left her waist so that his fingers could find her clit and stroke it, as his tongue kept running up and down her core, making Chelsea scream.
He looked up at her and admired how her body wad arched in pleasure, her head abandoned backwards and her eyes closed. One hand was still in Rogerâs hair, while with the other Chelsea was caressing her breasts through the material of the dress.
Roger moaned and the vibrations made Chelsea whimper again, while he was quickening his movements and his middle finger was now pumping inside and outside of her. Â Â
When his tongue entered her a couple of times she reached the limit, squirming and loudly moaning on the stool. Roger tightened the grip of his hands, squeezing all of his ten fingers on her hips to keep her steady. Â
He kept licking her, helping her to get off her orgasm and only when she was so sensitive that she couldnât take it anymore, he pulled away and proudly admired his girlfriend, who was trying to catch her breath while her hands were tightened on the edge of the little stool.
He sat down on his heels and remained on his knees, still observing her face, who was now becoming less red and her breath was starting to normalize. She blinked one or two times before looking at him with a wide smile on her face.
âHow was that?â Roger cockily asked, resting his hands on his own thighs. Chelsea noticed that his lips were swollen and that they were shining because of her wetness, so she looked at the ground and kept smirking as she was putting a strand of her brown hair behind her ear.
âIt was really goodâ she finally admitted, meeting his eyes again. Roger studied her face and he felt like he fell in love with that girl over and over again.
He saw how her eyes were sparkling behind her long lashes, he admired the soft skin of her face that was still red; he observed her pink lips, slightly parted to form a little smile, then his sight travelled down on her neck, where he noticed a pair of love bites. He didnât stop: he let his eyes wander on her chest, between the line of her breasts, until they reached her hands rested on her lap. Roger could imagine the ring shining on her left hand and thought that maybe that intimate moment between them could be the perfect one to finally propose to her.
âRoger?â Chelsea giggled and her voice called his attention âwhy are you still on your knees?â she asked smiling, as her fingers searched for the panties that were still on the ground near her feet.
âDo you really wanna know why, honey?â he replied with another question and, hearing his excited tone, Chelsea nodded biting her lips. Roger smirked as he could feel his heart starting to beat faster in his chest.
But when his fingers reached his trousersâ pocket he found it empty and immediately remembered he had left the little, velvet box in their bedroom, hidden in his luggage. He saw Chelseaâs confused face and for the first time in his life he didnât know what to do.
Roger was about to open his mouth, when some knocks on the door cut him off. A second later Brian made his entrance and froze, as he saw his friend getting up from the floor with a loud pop coming from his knees and Chelsea immediately closed her legs and tried to sit properly on the stool.
âDid I interrupt something?â the curly boy asked, with a veil of hilarity in his tone. Roger rolled his eyes and Chelsea blushed, giggling to herself.
âNo. What do you want mate?â Roger sighed and took a step closer to Brian.
âThe producers are here to listen to the album, we need you. Like, right nowâ he replied, indicating the door with a movement of his head. Roger turned around to look at Chelsea, who was looking at him with her eyebrows raised, still waiting for an answer.
âIf you donât come I canât assure you we will put your song in the album. I warned youâ Brian nonchalantly commented, as he approached the door.
âBaby, Iâm so sorry, but I have to go now!â
âBut-â Chelsea tried to protest, but Roger interrupted her by leaning down to give her a quick kiss. He pulled away too soon.
âI promise itâll make sense, honey. Before you even expect it to make sense, I swearâ he announced, before giving her one last kiss on the forehead and running out from the room to follow Brian.
Chelsea remained there for at least five minutes and, even if she wanted to, she couldnât erase the smile that was still adorning her lips. With her legs still trembling, she stood up and, pulling her dress down once again, she left the room as well.
When she came out, the warm rays of the evening sun welcomed her and, in the distance, she could see the silhouettes of the boys and the figures of other few men, who she understood being the producers.
She approached the entrance of the main house with a big smile on her face, noticing that Mel was standing there on the porch, smiling back at Chelsea.
âWhere have you been?â Melissa asked when Chelsea was finally standing beside her. The smirk on her face already gave her friend the answer she was looking for.
âI donât think I want to know more about thatâ Mel commented, raising her hands in the air as they both giggled.
âI can only tell you that I was sitting on Rogerâs stool, behind his drumsâ Chelsea replied, trying to act the part of the innocent girl. Mel waved her hand in front of her face.
âEnough! Thank you!â they both started to laugh out loud, before their eyes fell on the group of people standing in the garden, a few meters away from them âDo you really believe we were able to survive almost an entire month all together? I mean, with those four drama queens, quarrels and fights are always behind the corner!â Mel said, making Chelsea chuckle.
âYes, if we donât consider Rogerâs reclusion in the cupboard, we can say that everything went better than I expected it to goâ Chelsea replied, crossing her arms on her chest. Mel laughed and pulled her closer by putting an arm behind her shoulders.
âCan you believe it all started because Mary and I invited you to that party at Ealing?â Chelsea asked her, still looking at John, Roger, Freddie and Brian.
âIt feels so crazy to think about it nowâ Mel felt her heart bursting with love âand can you believe it all started because of that stupid Tom you used to call your boyfriend?â they laughed again in unison.
âI almost forgot about him, oh my God! The last time I saw him was when we broke up outside Bibaâ Chelsea smiled and looked at Mel, who was already smiling at her.
âHe was a prick anywayâ she commented, making both of them giggle âand, to be honest, I wouldnât imagine Roger being this happy with any other girlâ she sincerely said to Chelsea, who pouted like a kid before throwing her arms behind her neck to hug her. Mel tried to find a position that felt normal but that, at the same time, wouldnât reveal her small bump, which was starting to be not that small anymore.
She believed in the words she had just said, but the conversation she had had with John some days before, left a bitter taste in her mouth and she was really hoping that he was wrong about all the Roger and Chrissieâs situation.
âI think the same about you and Johnâ Chelsea said, pulling away âand, believe it or not, we owe it all to Mary and Freddie, who couldnât keep a secretâ she patted Mel on the shoulder.
âYouâre so right! Gosh, do you remember that day?!â
âItâs impossible to forget a day like that, I mean Roger almost hit John with a bloody chair!â they were soon in tears again caused by the laughter. Mel rested her hand on Chelsea shoulder, but when she was about to say something, someone coughed behind their backs.
They both turned around to find Mary and Chrissie looking at them. Mary was tapping her foot on the ground, but a cocky smile was painted on her face.
âYou should thank me and not talk behind my back, you bitches!â she said, walking closer, followed by Chrissie who was smiling as well.
âDid you hear yourself? Youâre starting to talk exactly like Freddie!â Chelsea said, encircling her waist with her arm, as Mary pinched her hip.
âSays the one who just used the word bloody!â she sassily replied, receiving a friendly eye roll as a response.
Mary was still smiling and she tried to ignore the knot that was tightening her stomach after Chelsea said Freddieâs name. Things werenât going very well between them, but Mary didnât want to ruin that moment with her girls, so she tried to act as natural as possible.
The four girls all turned around to look at their four boys walking towards the recording studios followed by the producers, as the sun was starting to get low behind the horizon.
âDo you think theyâre gonna like the album?â Chrissieâs concerned voice woke up all the girls from their distracted thoughts and they all looked at her. Mel lovely smiled and pulled her closer.
âIâm sure theyâre gonna love it!â Mary replied and they all nodded along.
âOur boysâŠâ Chelsea commented, mumbling more to herself than to her friends. But they all heard her words and couldnât help but agree with her.
âI mean, they could be stupid, like very, very stupidâŠâ Mary joked.
âAnd very loud and dramatic!â Mel added, imitating Freddieâs moves.
âBut we love themâ Chrissie completed the sentence.
âYeah. We love them because they are our boysâ Chelsea said once again and they all smiled to each other, before walking inside the house, leaving the by now dark sky behind their backs.
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A few elements from the main plot: A very special group of friends: early days, drama, laughter, booze, success, rock stars life, girl power, friendship, love, sex, music, misunderstandings, some more drama, family. Pairings in the tags
Summary Chapter 20: This chapter is dedicated to Roger and Chelsea. (Please read the warnings)
Word count: 3.1K
Warnings: Hella load of SMUT. Oral sex(male receiving), unprotected sex(stay safe yâall), a pool table is involved, so... youâve been warned. PLEASE read only if you're 18+
A/N:Â FOLKS! We think itâs safe to say this is one of the hottest chapters weâve ever written. Please mind the warnings, but other than that, just enjoy yourselves, lovesies đđ and as usual, if you like what you read, comment, like, reblog and share this with others! For everyone who follows and supports this story, thank you guys (you know who you are)! You are real stars!âđ
Chelsea was distractingly playing with her spoon in the half-empty teaâs cup. She looked over to see the same annoyed expression on Melâs face.
They both smiled at each other.
âWhat time is it?â Chelsea asked, getting up to lay her back against the wall near the window. She looked outside: green fields and nothing else.
âItâs a quarter past threeâ Mel mumbled, sipping from her cup. Chelsea sighed and kept watching the skies outside. Theyâd been at the farm for just a couple of days and Chelsea was already starting to get bored since the boys spent very little time with them because they had to record the album. Chrissie and Mary had disappeared and Chel sighed, turning around to face Mel.
âIâm going to explore this place. There must be something to do!â she said, leaving the cup on the kitchenâs counter âdo you want to come with me?â she asked Mel, turning around to face her. She scrolled her shoulders.
âI think Iâll lay down for a couple of hours. Iâm a little bit sleepyâŠâ she added and hoped not to hear any kind of question coming from her friend. She looked up at her, while subtly caressing her tummy and saw a little smirk appearing on Chelâs face.
âI get it. Thanks. No detailsâ Chelsea replied, sure that she was tired because she had spent a night of passion with John. They both laughed and Mel felt kind of relieved when Chelsea walked out the room, gently rubbing on her shoulder on her way out. She abandoned herself on the chair and smiled, looking down at her tummy, caressing it softly.
That farm was probably the most uninteresting place Chelsea had visited! There was literally anything to do. She sighed, while she kept walking around, outside and inside, opening every door to see if there was something else, other than bedrooms.
She raised an eyebrow when, behind a heavy, wooden door, she found a pool hall. Chelsea entered the room, incredulous that she had finally found something to do. Or, at least, something different than what she had seen so far.
The table to play pool was in the middle of the room, covered with a blanket. Above her head, a pretty pink chandelier was hanging from the ceiling, while against the wall, near the table, there was a cupboard, with some white and blue vases on top. Chelsea caressed them gently with her finger, while she was studying the room with her eyes. She opened the cupboard, to find all the balls to play pool.
She turned around and, with only one gesture, she removed the blanket and found herself caught in a dustâs cloud. She coughed a little and put the blanket on a little sofa behind her. Chelseaâs mind started to run wild and she couldnât help herself, but imaging Rogerâs hands on her hips as he was trying to teach her how to play properly. They hadnât had a rough shag in a while and, in that moment, Chelsea felt the need to be fucked on that table by her boyfriend.
She scrolled her head and decided that to distract herself, she could have played. Or at least, she could have tried. She reached for the balls in the cabinet and then she took in her hand the pool cue that was placed in the corner of the nearest wall. She observed the silver triangle and put the balls inside of it. She had played only once, many years before, when she was just a child and used to hang around with her father when he went to the pub with his friends, while her mother was busy working all day. Chelsea smiled at the memory, imaging herself as a little kid again between the arms of her lovely parents. She smiled even brighter, remembering the first time Roger met them, almost three years before. He was so nervous, but his father knew he was good for her daughter when he saw the way he was looking at her during dinner. Once again Chelsea smiled and scrolled her head, trying to concentrate on the game.
After almost an hour she abandoned herself on the couch, sighing loudly; she felt like a total bum and decided to give up. She was barely able to properly hit a ball and playing alone wasnât all that fun. She let the pool cue fall on the floor near her and she rested her head on the couch. Chelseaâs eyes were lost on the ceiling, as she felt her lashes getting heavier and knew her mind was running wild thinking about her boyfriend. She soon fell asleep with Rogerâs face painted in front of her closed eyes. Â
Chelsea was dreaming of her boyfriendâs lips on her, of his long fingers touching her body. She was moaning in pleasure, as the sensation was starting to get more real by the minute, but when she heard a real moan escaping her mouth she immediately woke up and found Roger sat next to her, with his lips pressed on her neck. A cocky smile appeared on his face. Chelsea pulled away a little, with her cheeks flushed and the embarrassed expression of someone, who knows has just been caught.
âHi gorgeousâ he whispered, kissing her softly. Chelsea smiled back and got again closer to him. Â
âHow long have you been here?â she asked him, while with her hand she started to caress his bare chest, that was showing because of the open shirt. Damn you and your damned unbuttoned shirts Chelsea thought to herself, while her nails were teasing his skin.
âMore or less⊠twenty minutes. You were sleeping so well I didnât want to wake you upâ his fingers were now rubbing her face gently âbut then I heard you moaning my name and I couldnât resist anymoreâ Roger bit his bottom lip, as Chelseaâs mouth fell open and she covered her face with her hands. She heard him laugh and then he got up to approach the pool table.
âWere you playing all alone?â he asked, tracing the wood of the table with his index finger, as his eyes were locked in Chelseaâs ones. She bit her bottom lip, never breaking eye contact.
âI tried to playâ she got up too and got closer to him, laying her back against the table âbut Iâm a total loserâ they both chuckled and he placed himself in front of her.
âI can teach you if you wantâ Chelsea knew he was hinting at other things and decided to play his game. She grinned and nodded, then slowly walked to take another pool cue and handed it to him. Roger took it in his hand and squared her up; his eyes travelled from her soft lips, to the neckline, as he could already spy the curve of her breasts. He was so turned on in that moment, but he tried to act cool and smiled at her.
âLetâs play thenâ Roger announced and Chelsea smiled back.
A few minutes later Chelsea was bent down the table and Roger was behind her, his chest pressed against her back. His arms were stretched over Chelsea, as his hands were on hers trying to teach her the right way to hit the ball. He was hoping that his bulge wasnât that evident, while his hips were dangerously close to Chelseaâs butt. Seeing her in that position wasnât helping at all.
âItâs not difficultâ Roger whispered in her ear, as Chelsea was letting him guide her through every single movement. His face appeared on her shoulder and, even if he was still talking about pool, Chelseaâs eyes were studying his lips. Roger noticed it when he turned to face her, their noses were touching and their mouths were just a few inches apart. In a second Chelsea crashed her lips against Rogerâs, making him moan in surprise and relief at the same time, since he knew he wouldnât have been able to resist for much longer.
They quickly changed their positions, so that Chelsea was sitting on the table and Roger was between her legs. She started to kiss his neck, causing him to groan in pleasure, while with her hands she was stroking his chest and quickly unbuttoning his shirt.
âSomeoneâs needy todayâ Roger said, trying to catch his breath, as Chelseaâs hands were tinkering with his belt. She didnât reply, as a response she smirked and jumped down the table, to get on her knees. Roger was speechless as he lowered his head to look at her. He was sure he had never seen her so excited and started to wonder if it was his fault, that didnât give her enough attentions. His thoughts were interrupted shortly after when he felt her hands caressing his thighs.
Chelsea slowly took off his belt and started to unbutton his jeans. She looked up to him and Roger let out a hushed moan, still astonished by her lust. She put her hands on his waists and, always with slow movements, she started to lower his jeans, until they reached his ankles.
âSomeoneâs needy todayâ Chelsea joked when she saw the bulge in Rogerâs boxer. She placed her hand on it and Roger couldnât help himself, but moan out loud. Soon Chelsea removed also his boxers, revealing his erection. She grinned knowing that it was her fault. Â
âHoney stop teasing, pleaseâ he whined, when Chelsea started to caress him gently and slowly. She smirked and kept stroking him up and down his length, as guttural sounds were coming out from Rogerâs mouth. Â
âLook at you Taylor, begging me to please youâ she bit her bottom lip and looked up at him. The black of his pupils had covered all the blue in his eyes and his cheeks were flushed red. Chelsea started to lick his tip mischievously and Roger let out a high squeak, unable to control himself. Â
âHoney, plea-â Chelsea cut him off, by taking him in her mouth without warning. Roger moaned a loud fuck and placed his fingers in her hair. He wasnât guiding her, she knew what he wanted, but in that moment Roger felt totally powerless and the only thing he could do was stroking her brunette locks and moaning her name.
Chelsea started to go faster and looked at him under her lashes; Roger was a total mess, with his head abandoned backwards and his lips slightly parted. From his mouth were coming out hot puffs and hushed moans, as he felt he was getting closer.
He looked at her and bit his bottom lip. His hand was still behind her head and he started to move her closer to his hips. Chelsea moaned against him and Roger tried to hold on, because he didnât want to come. Not in her mouth at least.
He suddenly pulled away and Chelsea looked up at him with a confused face. Roger helped her to get up and immediately pushed her against the table to kiss her passionately. He wanted to be inside her so bad and he knew that, if he wouldâve let her going on, he wouldnât have lasted more than five minutes. She whimpered against his lips and intertwined her fingers in his hair. He made her turn around, so she was again bent over the table. She groaned when his hands rubbed her trough the material of her trousers.
âYouâve been a naughty girlâ he whispered in her ear, as his hands were squeezing her butt. Chelsea moaned and smile at the same time, because she was finally getting what she wanted.
âYes. Meddowsâ she added and Roger chuckled, as he pulled down her trousers and her panties with just one movement. Slower than what she expected, Roger started to thrust into her, making her cry out his name. Chelsea was still adjusting herself on his length when her mind reminded her that it was the first time that Roger was being inside of her without a condom. The feeling of his bare erection entering her folds made her moan even louder, feeling a completely new wave of pleasant sensations. Â
âYou feel so goodâ he mumbled as he placed his hands on her hips. Chelsea started to move her body against his and Roger gasped in pleasure. His fingers pressed on her skin, surely leaving a couple of red marks. But Chelsea didnât care, she let him thrust faster in and out of her, as he was groaning and breathing just a few inches away from her ear. They were both a moaning mess, knowing that probably everyone was hearing them in that moment. Â
Roger pulled out again, making Chelsea whimper. She turned around to see him sitting on the sofa; he patted on his thigh and Chelsea got closer. She pulled her t-shirt up her head and tossed her bra on the floor, standing completely naked in front of him. Roger watered his lips with his tongue and removed his shirt as well, making it slide down his arms and throwing it on the floor near Chelseaâs clothes. She smirked and took her time to get closer to him. She approached him and, without breaking eye contact, she sat down on his length, making both of them moan in unison.
âFuck!â Roger hissed when Chelsea started to ride him. She placed her hands on his chest to keep him still, with his back rested on the couch. Seeing her moaning and taking control over his body was driving Roger crazy, as her hips were slowly rolling, dictating the rhythm. He leaned softly his palms on her waist, but, between the moans, Chelsea pulled them away.
âKeep your hands off, Meddowsâ she slightly smirked, bouncing faster on him. Roger tried to reply, but a loud moan left his lips when he felt his penis hitting a certain spot inside of her. Chelsea was moaning as well and Roger exploited that moment in which she was lost in her own pleasure to stretch his arms close to her body. With his fingers, he started to play with her nipples making her cry his name. He gently massaged her breasts, knowing that Chelsea loved being touched like that. He kept touching and pinching on her nipples, making Chel whimper and shiver. She put her hands on his shoulders, squeezing them hard and allowing him to move; Roger immediately put his hands on her back to have her chest closer to his face and he started to kiss her breasts, causing her to moan louder. Chelsea was pulling Rogerâs hair, as his lips were still travelling on her hot skin, leaving love bites all over her body. His tongue pressed on her jaw and Roger licked his way up to her ear, gently nibbling her earlobe. Chelsea was still rolling her hips, now faster and sloppier, while her nails were leaving red marks on his back. Â
âRog â Iâm getting closerâ Chelsea admitted and Roger smirked on her skin. She took his face in her hands and kissed him passionately. Roger tried to resist, but moaned on her lips and Chelsea knew he was close too. He put his hand on her hips and started to thrust harder, causing her back to arch. Roger attached his mouth to her neck and, a few seconds later, Chelsea couldnât hold it anymore and came crying his name out loud. Roger soon followed her, groaning in her ear and filling her with his hot juices, that were now dripping down Chelseaâs thighs. He kept thrusting into her until they were completely off their orgasms and Chelsea felt so oversensitive that had to pull him out of her. Â
Chelsea abandoned herself on his sweaty chest, breathless, and Roger started to caress her back while kissing her head softly.
âI love youâ he mumbled and Chelsea lifted her chin up to look at him. She left a chaste kiss on his lips.
âI love you too Rogerâ she hugged him and snuggled on his chest, as his hands were still gently rubbing her skin. He leaned down on the sofa, taking Chelsea with him. As his fingers were caressing her back and stroking her messy hair, Roger realised that he had just come into her without using a condom.
âShit!â he shouted, making Chelsea jump in surprise âwe did it without⊠I mean, I forgot to put on theâŠâ he was stuttering and avoiding his girlfriendâs eyes, as she had her chin rested on his chest. She chuckled and cut him off with a soft kiss on the lips, feeling his muscles relaxing under her touch.
âDo you really think I didnât notice that?â she joked making him blush; she reached his cheek with her hand and caressed him gently âdonât worry honey, it was magical and I really enjoyed it. And seeing you flush like that has no priceâ Chelsea bit her bottom lip and Roger, giggling, started to tickle her hips, making her laugh.
They soon got up and put on their clothes, after they tried to clean a little bit themselves and the mess they had done, but immediately collapsed again on the sofa to cuddle. Chelsea was nestled under his arm, while her hand was caressing his tummy. Roger had his head tilted on hers and with his fingers he was drawing circles and patterns on her skin.
They were interrupted by the door opening, John and Freddie followed by Mel made their entrance. Chelsea kept her head on Rogerâs shoulder as she greeted all of them with a shy hello.
âSo you discovered the pool roomâ John said and sat down next to Chelsea.
âSomething tells me you didnât play pool. Am I wrong darlings?â Freddie joked and rested his back against the wooden cabinet.
âWhat are you talking about?â Roger replied, snapping his head in his direction. John tried to smile, but he knew how that situation was going to end and, even if Melissa looked quite amused, he was still pissed off and worried for Chelsea, as the conversation between the blond drummer and Chrissie was still echoing inside his mind.
âThis room fucking smells like sex and, not to sound rude love, but you were screaming so loud that it was impossible not to hear youâ he replied pointing at Chelsea. She blushed and hid on Rogerâs chest, as Mel was laughing along with Freddie and John was softly chuckling. Â
âYouâre just jealous of our amazing sex lifeâ Roger said and got up. He took Chelsea by the hand and approached the door.
âOh câ mon darlings, where are you going?â Freddie protested and sat down next to John, followed by Mel who leaned her head on her boyfriendâs arm. Roger looked at Chelseaâs face and they both smirked as if they could read each otherâs mind.
âRound twoâ Roger proudly said and, before heading out, he turned around and added âI wouldnât seat there if I were youâ they both left the room, laughing and hugging each other, while Freddieâs voice was shouting in the distance:
âWhat the fuck did you do on this fucking sofa?!â
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A few elements from the main plot: A very special group of friends: early days, drama, laughter, booze, success, rock stars life, girl power, friendship, love, sex, music, misunderstandings, some more drama, family. Pairings in the tags
Summary Chapter 23: This chapter is dedicated to John and Melissa (Please mind the warnings).
Word count: 3.2K
Warnings: SMUT. Hella load of smut again. Oral sex(male receiving), fingering, unprotected sex(stay safe yâall). PLEASE read only if youâre 18+
A/N: FOLKS! Here we are with another hot chapter. Please mind the warnings, but other than that, just enjoy yourselves, lovesies đđ and as usual, if you like what you read, comment, like, reblog and share this with others! For everyone who follows and supports this story, thank you guys (you know who you are)! You are real stars!âđ
The sun was setting on the fields nearby. A ray of warm, orange light peeked through the blinds to lay on the girlâs legs, warming them pleasantly.
Melissa enjoyed the quiet of the moment, reading a book on quantistic entanglement in the attic at the highest floor of the farm that had been their house for the past two weeks. The small, low-roofed room was painted in the colours of the sunset: the cupboards and the worn-out sofa where the girl was laying, reflecting the light of the dying sun. Mel smiled to herself, amused by the quietness of that place: she had discovered it while she was exploring the second floor some days before and she had tried to sneak up there as much as she could, to rest her mind from all the drama and her body from the incredible heat of the end-of-July sun.
She was mindlessly rubbing her lower tummy, as if she wanted to cuddle and protect the one growing inside of it. Her conversation with John from a few days prior had been stuck in her head since: she had surely felt reassured by his support and his constant attentions, but every now and then, her deepest fears popped up in her head and she could not help but worry at how difficult it would have been when John would be away. She had struggled so much during the past two years, dealing with his absence, that she couldnât even think how much she would have missed him once there would have been another person to take care of besides herself.
She tried to focus more on her reading, desperately looking for a distraction from her poisonous thoughts. She was startled awake from her thoughts by a voice:
âSo this is your spotâ John peeked his head through the trap-door on the floor, climbing goofily through it and closing it behind him.
Mel giggled seeing him struggle.
âI wanted some time aloneâ
John nodded slightly, stepping closer and crashing on the couch next to her, making the rusted springs squeak a little.
âAre you okay?â he inquired, studying her face.
Mel nodded and exhaled silently âYeah babyâ. She gave him a small smile and then turned to read at the book she had in her lap.
He rested his head on her shoulder and gazed outside the window; he could see why she liked it up there: there was a stunning view of the fields circling the farm. Mel brought her hand to his cheek, caressing him gently and sometimes intertwining her fingers in his hair.
They stayed like that for a while, before he took her hand in his and gave a little peck on it. Mel smiled, pretending to be reading and trying to ignore the shiver that had spiralled down her arm, to her chest. Damn you, hormones, she thought to herself, you had me all emotional and worried two minutes ago. Now Iâm as horny as a fourteen-year-old boy. She had realized in the past few days that she found that the pregnancy made her more⊠erotically charged than usual.
John knew exactly what he was doing. He grinned mischievously and slightly turned himself so that he had access to her neck and began leaving small kisses behind her ear, towards her shoulder. Mel inhaled sharply, feeling her heart beat speed up under his touch; she found it extremely hot when he teased her like that and her charged hormones did not help in keeping it cool. She bit her bottom lip and forced herself to resist, pretending to be reading again.
That only made John grin even wider, as he began sucking gently the skin at the base of her neck, making her exhale harshly. He stood back admiring the mark he had left and then kissed it softly, while placing his hand on her groin.
Mel was startled by his gesture and realized she wouldnât have resisted much more without touching him. John pressed his middle finger against her sensitive part through her pants and that was enough for Mel to snap her book and throw it on the floor.
âEnough with the teasing, youâ she leered as she shifted quickly and chained her lips to his, the kiss heated and needy.
John smiled against her lips âYou play hard to get, I want to win the gameâ
He pressed his fingers more on the spot, drawing a hushed moan from her, as she felt the heat running through her body down to her core.
In a moment of boldness, she placed her hand on his groin and squeezed a little, getting a guttural moan from him. He pulled back to look her in her eyes and all he could see was lust and a bit of mischief. He gave her a crooked smile in return.
âSomeoneâs needyâŠâ he breathed out.
The girl smirked âYou challenged my hormones, now you deal with themâ
John chuckled but what left his mouth was a more guttural and deep sound. Mel moved her leg on his other side so that she was now straddling him and sat down right where she had placed her hand. She cupped his face with her hands and brought him in a passionate kiss, while she began to stroke her hips slightly against him. John belted his arms around her back, suffocating moans inside her mouth: he bucked his hips so that he could get more friction and Melissa paced with his rhythm.
She suddenly stopped and climbed off his lap, to adjust herself on the floor beside him: John had his eyes wide open, shocked â and a little turned on â by her sudden boldness. She fiddled with the button of his jeans, without breaking eye contact with him. He looked her intently while she undid his pants and pulled down his briefs, to release him.
He gulped as he looked her grabbing it and bringing it to her mouth.
âFuckâ he hissed, placing a hand on her hair and caressing it gently. She moved her mouth around him, knowing exactly the right spots to drive him crazy. And even if they had done this a hell lot of times, he never got used to how good it felt. He let his head fall back, while groaning maybe a bit too loud than he should have. He obviously couldnât think straight.
He could feel himself get closer and closer and when he looked down and met her gaze, he knew he had reached the limit.
Mel stood up and wiped her mouth, grinning innocently, knowing that the thing she had just done was everything but innocent.
John was still panting and trying to catch breath, when he gave her a crooked smile and gripped her arm to drag her down, her back on the couch. She squealed at the unexpected move and chuckled a little. John hovered her body and began kissing her passionately. He could taste himself on her lips and he felt the excitement rush back on him. He slid a hand under her shirt and began massaging her breast, drawing hushed moans from the girl.
She got rid of her shirt and helped him get rid of his, before cupping his jaw and kissing him again. John slipped a hand in the waistband of her trousers and her undies, pulling them down on one side.
Mel chuckled against his lips: that move always tickled her. She lifted her waist so that he could pull them off and throw them on the floor.
John bent down again to leave a trail of wet kisses from her chest, down to her belly. He smiled against her skin when got to the bump that had formed at the end of it. He looked up at her: Mel was breathing heavily, but she was smiling too, her hand reached out to caress his cheek lovingly.
John went up again to kiss her gently on the lips, while a hand slid to her clit and began circling it. Mel whimpered for the surprise and tightened the grip on his shoulders.
âJohnâŠâ she hushed, letting her head fall back, a rush of pleasure down her spine.
He grinned and climbed off her, positioning himself between her legs, spreading her thighs enough to slid his fingers inside of her, while leaving small kisses at the end of her belly. Mel moaned loudly and brought her hands to his hair, to have something to hold on to.
He trailed his mouth lower and lower, until he reached her clit: he began sucking and twirling his tongue around it, his fingers still moving inside of her. She brought a hand on her mouth to contain her screams, sure that everybody downstairs could have easily heard them.
She could feel herself getting closer, and when John twisted his fingers in a new direction she cried out his name.
âFuck, John⊠âm closeââ she managed to say. She whimpered when he pulled his fingers out of her and into his mouth; he grinned cockily and hovered her again, leaning down to kiss her neck eagerly.
She exhaled harshly when he slid inside her and she wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him down. John groaned at her move and began thrusting deeper, making her moan loudly his name. He could feel he was close again, when Mel put a hand on his chest and looked him mischievously in the eyes.
She rolled over him, so that John was now laying on the couch and she was straddling him. John widened his eyes as she began circling her hips on his.
âFuck, Melissaâ he cried out and she widened her eyes by the surprise of hearing him call her by her full name: she wasnât ashamed to admit to herself how much that turned her on.
She quickened the pace, breathing heavily just as much as he was, and leaned down to kiss him in the crook of his neck.
Moving their hips at that particular angle, they both knew they were close; with one last thrust John knew that he had reached the limit and crashed on the couch, his hips bucking slower and slower. Melissa followed him right after and as her movements died down, she collapsed on his chest.
They were panting almost in unison and John wrapped his arms around her back, hugging her tight. He placed a kiss on her head and began stroking her hair softly.
âI love you so much, Melâ John whispered to her ear.
Mel felt emotional in that very moment. She sniffled and pressed her head further into Johnâs chest, as if she wanted to disappear into it.
John immediately lifted his head up âAre you alright babe?â
âYeahââ she sniffled again â-yeah, Iâm sorry. Of course I love you too babyâ she lifted her head up and kissed him softly on the lips, before sliding off him and laying down next to him, hand on his chest and snuggling under his shoulder.
âDid something happen? Did someone upset you?â he asked thoughtfully.
Mel shook her head.
âDid I upset you?â he was now actually worried he had done something wrong.
âNo⊠no honey, itâs not about youâŠâ she sniffled again but smiled slightly looking up to him.
âThen what is it?â
Melissa took a deep, shaky breath to find the voice she needed to explain to him what had been going on in her mind in the past few days.
âIâm scared Johnâ she stroked his chest, unable to look at him in the eyes âand I know this was supposed to be a hot and casual shag and I usually donât cry in these situations but I feel like my emotions are taking over and I probably ruined the atmosphere and-â
âShh baby, please calm downâ John placed a hand on hers, picked it up and kissed it softly âYou didnât ruin anything, darling. Believe it or not I had not come up here to shagâ he patted a hand on her shoulder âThat was a pleasant turn of eventsâ he added and Mel chuckled against his skin.
He smiled, glad he had slightly lifted her mood âIâm here for you, you know that?â
She nodded on his chest, softly kissing his side and then resting her head on it again.
âDo you feel like talking about it?â he gently asked brushing her hair with his fingers.
Mel lifted her head up to look at him in the eyes.
âIâm scared I wonât be able to handle thisâ she placed a hand on the bottom of her belly, where she knew a new life had started growing.
John softly smiled at her and dragged her up to him so that their faces were at the same level.
âHow can you even think that?â he kissed the tip of her nose.
âJohn Iâm not even twenty-four, for Christâs sake!â she breathed out exasperated âI donât know the first thing about pregnancy! And what is more: my whole family does not have a clue of all this! We are not even married and I donât know how they might take all this and-â she was rambling again, but she stopped to study his expression: she was not sure she wanted to say the last thing she had in mind, too afraid of his reaction.
She sighed: it was too late to hold it back â-and I know for sure you guys are gonna leave for America in November and I will be stuck here all aloneâ she started sobbing in the middle of the sentence.
John could feel his heart sink at those words: of course he had thought of that, but his heart broke hearing that it was causing her pain.
âMel⊠Melissa, look at meâ he lifted her chin up âyou wonât be aloneâ
He lifted his eyebrow âYou hear me? You wonât be alone. We will make sure you have all the help you need, alright?â
She was staring at him, tears still streaming down her cheeks.
âHow?â she cried out âHow will you help me while youâre on the other side of the Atlantic?!â
John was feeling his chest imploding âWeâll plan everything through and weâll make sure you are always in the reach of somebody that can help you. A familiar faceâŠâ
She looked down on his chest, pouting like a little girl âIt wonât be the sameâ she whispered.
John sighed âMel, you have no idea how much my heart aches seeing you like thisâŠâ she looked up to meet his gaze âIf it was for me, Iâd cancel everything out and shift the tour for a few months or for whatever time it takes, so that I could be with you every single momentâŠâ
âThat would be greatâŠâ Melissa said sarcastically and he softly chuckled.
âI know it would⊠But it doesnât depend on me and-â
â-and you canât do this to the band, yeah, I knowâ
âItâs not only that⊠the band is my life and my work now⊠I really wish I cared a little bit less about itâ
âItâs wonderful that you do, honey, you shouldnât give it upâ she said, then sighed âIâm sorry if Iâm being irrational and selfish, but I canât help itâŠâ she brushed a hand on his bare chest and softly kissed his side ââŠI want you all for myselfâ
John smiled and noticed tears still running on her cheeks âMy love, please donât cryâ
âIâm not cryingâ she lied, wiping her cheeks with her free hand âSee? Iâm okayâ but her nasal voice betrayed her.
âYou amaze me a little more every dayâ he placed a kiss on the top of her head âDo you feel better now?â
Melissa pressed her lips together and then puffed âThe fact that stands is that I donât know a single bloody thing about how to raise a childâ
âYou donât?â John asked, faking surprise âDidnât you practice on Roger?â he tried to lighten the mood but Melissa threw him a small slap on his tummy, making him whimper and then chuckle.
âIâm serious, Johnâ she scoffed and massaged her temple with her free hand.
He became more serious, but kept a smile on his lips âMel, I know youâre scared and all of this was unexpected, but the thing that is going on here-â and he placed a hand on the small bump on her tummy â-is a wonderful thing, my loveâ
Melissa puffed âI know it is John. But that doesnât mean Iâll know how to act around it!â
John giggled at her loss of temper and Melissa looked at him dead serious in the eyes.
âIâm sorry Mel, I didnât mean to make fun of you. I just think that your argument is ridiculousâ
She gasped âYouâre lucky we just shagged, because, with that attitude, youâd be thirsting for weeksâ
She said that with such an amount of sass that they both burst out laughing. She gave him a light punch anyway, to punish him for having made fun of her.
John sighed âWhat I wanted to say, is that Melissa Taylor is the most loving, caring and selfless person I know on this planetâ he stopped to look at her in the eyes and cup her face with his hand âand sheâs gonna be a great momâ.
She gave him a small smile and tried to look down but he forced to lock their eyes again âThis baby. Our baby will receive all the love and all the care they deserve: from youâ he chastely kissed her on the lips âfrom meâ he kissed her cheek âand from the whole bandâ he kissed her forehead.
He looked into her eyes and smiled fondly âEven more love then recommended by doctors, âm telling youâ
Mel genuinely chuckled and leaned forward to cast a kiss on his lips.
âI love you, John Deaconâ she said with a smile on her face, just a few inches from his lips.
His smile widened âI love you too, Melissa Taylorâ
They hugged tight once more before he suggested they cleaned the mess they had made. Mel giggled and flushed looking around the small room. They put their clothes back on and while Mel picked up the few things she had brought, John picked up the damped and wrinkly cloth on which they had laid upon on the couch.
Mel was sincerely calmer after their conversation: things were definitely not sorted out quite yet, but he had soothed her rumbling mind and she actually thought they could have worked it all out. Together, as a team.
And she meant the whole team: Roger and Chelsea, Brian and Chrissie, Freddie and Mary. They were even more than the team by now: they were a family.
The sun had set a while back, and the room was slowly sinking into the darkness. As they climbed down the stairs to reach the lowly-lit hallway on the second floor, Melissa had a peaceful smile on her face and John could not have been happier to see her that way. When their eyes met, both their smiles grew wider and he inched forward to kiss her fondly.
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