#maylor week

Brian raised an eyebrow and his mouth curled into an O, expressing surprise. “Here I was thinking you were going to come up with a brilliant idea about my paper….”

“Did that.  Now I’m ready to put other parts of myself to use.  I have a head for science AND a bod for sin.” (1) Roger said in a husky voice, turning on the charm, flashing his lovely smile, his baby blues sparkling underneath long, batting eyelashes.

“Do you, now?” Brian asked, grinning at Roger, turned on by his boldness. “Well, in answer to your question--That depends if you’re a good boy…” Brian purred, trying to be flirtatious.  

“I’ve been very good…I just helped you…”  Roger said softly.

“That you did,” Brian said.  Suddenly overcome with lust, he threw the notebook and pencil on the floor and launched his body forward, crawling on all fours across the couch. He settled between Roger’s legs that were opened to receive him.  

Looking into Roger’s beautiful eyes, he ran his fingers through his soft hair. He started to kiss Roger’s lips hungrily.  Roger returned the kisses firmly, staring deeply into Brian’s eyes, signaling he was ready for more.  Brian’s tongue licked Roger’s lips and he parted them, allowing Brian’s tongue to probe him. Roger gasped as his tongue explored Brian.  After a few moments, Brian pulled away and started his descent, kissing and sucking down Roger’s neck, unbuttoning his shirt as he moved down his bare, smooth chest.  He stopped to take off the shirt and then ran his hand up and down Roger’s chest sternum to belly button.  He bent and sucked a nipple and licked his calloused fingers, gently tugging at the other.  “Oh, God,” Roger said, thrusting up, as Brian continued to focus on his chest, his long graceful fingers grazing over his fair torso.  

“You’re so sensitive.  I could stay here just at your chest, watching you writhe and listening to you moan under me. You’re so beautiful.” Brian uttered. After generating more moans from Roger and feeling his heartbeat quicken, Brian kissed down his taut abs, speaking in between each kiss.  “Roger. Taylor. I love you.  Your talent.  Your passion for music.  Your cheekiness. Your smarts. Your warmth. Your caring. Your bod!”  He giggled.  “Did I mention your intelligence? You are the real deal….”

“I bet you say that to all the boys,” (2) Roger said with a laugh, deflecting Brian’s serious sentiments.

Brian pulled off his chest and looked at Roger intensely, concerned.  “No, Roger. I don’t.  You’re the only one I love.  And, I want to show you how much I love you.”

Brian sat up slightly and unbuttoned and unzipped Roger’s pants and slid his fingers under the waistband, caressing his hipbones, ever so gently.  

Roger panted. “I…I love you too, but God, bloody take them off…”

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“Ohmygoodness!”  Brian’s giddy enthusiasm brings Roger back to the present as the image of their youthful student life and lovemaking vanishes.  

“These comments are incredible!  People really appreciate my message and photos! Look at this shot,” Brian turns his phone and shows Roger a photo of his bare leg stepping into the shower placing his foot on the towel.  

“Oh, I must respond to this to this comment.”  

“Seriously?? You’re going to respond to comments all night?”  Roger is SO over freaking Instagram and is clearly losing his patience.  They finally have time together, and…

“So, I have a question, Brian…” Roger says earnestly.

“Hmmmm?” Brian asks half listening, clearly distracted as he types a comment. 

“What do I have to do to get laid around here?”  Roger’s eyes bored into him as he smirks.

Brian looks up.  “You want to…??”  They each have an agreement with their wives-and always had.  They have an occasional thing.  It goes way back and is the reflection of their emotional, intellectual, musical and physical connection-and their history.   It doesn’t detract from the strong love they have for their wives. It is a different connection and bond. Their wives accept the arrangement.   It’s been almost a year since they had been together.

“Actually, BrianMayForReal,” Roger snickers, using Brian’s Instagram name, “I was thinking I’d like you to show me your shower safety tips.  First-hand, so to speak.  Up close and personal.”

“Is that what you’re thinking?” Brian’s mouth opens slightly, as Roger climbs on all fours toward Brian and eases the phone from Brian’s hand, reaching over him to place it on the end table.  “Christ, I gotta take some clothes off,” Roger pants, sitting up to urgently unbutton and throw off his shirt and then lifting his hips to dislodge his pants.  

In just his underwear, Roger lays on top of Brian glad that he successfully turned Brian’s attention away from Instagram.  They lock eyes and then lips.  Roger starts kissing Brian hungrily as he pins Brian’s arms by his side.  Brian’s eyes fly open as he tries to move his arms.  

“Easy, my good boy,” Roger coos.  “I got you.”  He starts to unbutton Brian’s shirt as his mouth trails behind making its way down his smooth chest, aching to heat things up.  

“Roger, wait. Come up here.” Brian says suddenly, sitting up, shifting Roger and releasing his hands from the blonde’s grasp in the process.  He finishes the buttons on his shirt and tosses it.  Roger looks at him, confused by the directive to halt.  But he eases himself up over Brian’s long, now bare, torso to align his face with Brian’s.  

“Let me hold you,” Brian says.  He embraces Roger, hugging him into his chest, and stroking his back.  Roger lets his weight sink into Brian, resting his head in the crook of Brian’s neck, sheltered by the taller man’s flowing hair. Though their bodies have changed over the years, the way they piece together so easily has not. Between them lay over 50 years of friendship, music, brotherhood. Fifty years of love beat in their two hearts, now beating in unison.

“Roger,” says Brian, very present.  “Let’s appreciate this moment together - and what we’re about to do.  And why.”

Roger laughs. “You don’t think this is a wham, bam, thank you, Ma’am situation-do you? Like I’m gonna sneak out in the middle of the night and not call you again?  Brian, I get your having an emotional moment, but I need to get off, and given that it takes some time these days…”

Brian chuckles. “I know,  I want to also. It’s just...during the show, the memories started flooding in…..and you’re the constant in them.  We’re the constant.”

‘Yes, that is true.” Roger says, considering Brian’s sentiments.

Brian continues, “Through most of my life-good, bad-all of it. I could – I can - count on you…” I love you. And, I want to make love to you….” Brian says, his eyes tearing a bit.  

“I love you too. AND, I‘m glad you can tear yourself away from Instagram to focus on me…and us.” Roger smiles.  “So, how about we get those pants off?”

And with that, Roger eases Brian out of his pants and positions himself over him, thrusting into him.  They move together, feeling each other getting hard, delighted that even after all these years they still turn each other on so easily, so quickly.  

Roger looks at him, panting heavily.  “So…how about those shower tips.”

“Ah yes,” Brian said.

They help each other up and, holding hands, walk to the large bathroom with a walk – in shower that easily accommodates two.  

“Here, let me demonstrate.”  Brian says, assuming a professorial tone and grabbing a bunch of rolled hand towels from the generous supply neatly organized in a wicker basket on the floor.   “See, you lay them out – around the drain-not over it-before you step in.  And, let me put one near the wall, since no doubt that’s where you’ll be spending some time.”  He winks, as he positions the towel.  He grabs two large towels and spreads them on the towel warmer next to the shower and turns it on.  Then, he removes his boxers and steps onto a towel, reaching his arm out to Roger who grasps it and enters the shower, stepping on a towel opposite him.  Brian turns on the water which warms instantly and he embraces Roger. They kiss passionately, lathering each other up with musk shower gel and smoothing it over each other’s bodies. Brian starts to caress Roger’s cock and the drummer moans. “God I love hearing you …” Brian says as Roger grasps the guitarist’s firm arms to steady himself as he starts to rock in time to Brian’s movements on his member.

“Turn around, let me help you.” Brian helps Roger spin around and step on the towel closest to the wall and then grabs the bath oil from the shelf.  He prepares Roger, who steps his legs wider. When he’s ready, Brian enters him slowly, running his hand up Roger’s back, as Roger moans, bending toward the wall.

“Oh, babe, that’s good…” Roger says.

Brian wraps his other hand around Roger’s cock, and they both moan softly, continuing their movements. The warm water flows over them, as they move together reflecting their love, which changed and grew through the years - a love that celebrated their triumphs; cushioned their disappointments and frustrations; contained and sheltered them when their lives unraveled in unexpected ways.

‘M close,” Roger grunts, finally, and Brian picks up his pace.  Roger climaxes, Brian follows.  They continue to move together and finally Brian separates.  Roger turns around, his back against the shower wall and Brian plants gentle kisses on his face and his neck.  

“That was great.  Amazing, actually.” Roger says. Brian winks at him and turns to shut off the water.  

“Yes, it was. As usual. Stay there.”  Brian gives him a kiss on the mouth and steps on a towel close to the door to grab the warmed towels.  He gives one to Roger and starts to dry himself off.  

They exit the shower and grab the plush white robes hanging on the hooks.  

“So, what do you think of my shower safety tips?”  Brian asks intensely as they tie their robes and walk toward the bedroom.  

“Very effective!”  Roger compliments.  “Glad you won’t be posting that demo on your Instagram account though.”  

They both burst into laughter as they climb into bed, wrapping their limbs around each other and embrace.  

 @iamnotbrianmay​ @warriorteam1924​ @hey-holtzy​

Notes

1.      This is based on a quote was spoken by Tess McGill, a smart secretary, played by Melanie Griffith to an executive, Jack Trainer, played by Harrison Ford, in the 1988 film Working Girl, a movie about working your way up in the corporate world. I substituted ‘head for business’ to ‘head for science’ to reflect our science-y Roger.

2.      This line is from the song “You took the Words Right out of my Mouth (Hot Summer Night)” by Meat Loaf.

The others laughed a little and the bassist stood up and left, waving goodbye as he closed the door of the studio behind him. Freddie was still looking at his notes, as he had written random sentences and lyrics on his notebook he always had with him, to make sure he could write anything at anytime.

“God, I can’t think of anything right now. Nothing.”, Freddie said, putting his papers down.

“Maybe you need some fresh air.”, Roger suggested.

“You’re right. I’m going out and step into the very first bar I find in my way and see what fate has to offer me. Anyone wants to join me?”, he asked.

“Really nice to propose but I’m would like to read this article about the.....”, Brian started to say.

“Okay, I’m already bored.”, Roger interrupted him.

“You did not even let me finish my sentence.”, the curly haired man almost took offence.

“I know, but I’m sure you were going to talk about the stars and space again, weren’t you?”, the drummer replied.

“Well....”, Brian again started to say.

“Okay, I’m gone.”, this time Freddie interrupted him, as he put his jacket on and left as well.

“What is wrong with you guys?”, Brian asked, deeply annoyed.

Roger did not reply, but stood there looking at him with a smile. The other rolled his eyes and came back to his reading. After all, the day had been great, it was pointless to ruin it now with an argument with Taylor. Also, he had known him for such a long time. Back then it was with Tim and the band Smile. The two of them had known each other way before they met Freddie, both charmed by his incredible voice. And then, with the auditions for a bass player, John had joined them as well. Queen was born, with a strong friendship between the four men.

The article was absolutely fascinating and Brian was almost in another universe, which was perfect as it was talking about the latest discoveries about new galaxies that had been found. He was totally at ease with this subject and was in a bubble, picturing the life of astronauts who would discover new forms of life or stuff like that.

Roger remained silent next to him. He was staring at him. His curly brown hair was so beautiful, he wanted to put his hand in it. His eyes were narrowing sometimes as he was reading and the drummer could not help but feel his heart beat faster as he was thinking about the fact the man next to him was so clever and so handsome at the same time.

One day, Roger was remembering, Deaky had proposed he could try his bass guitar and play a little on the stage they would be using while touring. It had been fun trying this instrument for a moment, but the blonde had realized he would not change his drums for anything in the world. Thanks to this very position, at the back of the stage, he had a perfect sight of the guitarist : his hair waving as he was moving and coming upon his shoulders, his long legs, spreading a little as he was singing for the chorus, his cute butt in those tight pants, his....

“Rog?”, he suddenly heard the other called his name.

“What?”, the drummer suddenly came back to reality.

“I’ve finished the article, do you want to do anything special now?”, Brian asked again.

Oh, yes he definitely would. So many special things he would like to do and wished he would have the guts to do while the two of them were on their own, for once. Grab his face and kiss him, first. Pass his hand through those curly hair, to feel its softness. Find a very special spot in his neck, taking a personal challenge to make him moan. Then, finish to unbutton this shirt, reveling this beautiful chest and suck his nipples a little. (Was he leaving it only half buttoned on purpose?), cautiously and one at a time Carrying on with unzipping those pants and hoping there would be a growing bulge inside his boxers as he would put his hand right on top of his dick. And then....

“Rog? Are you even listening to me?”, Brian clapped his fingers in front of his face.

“What?”

“Gosh, why am I even wasting my time?”, the guitarist said, closing his space magazine and about to stand up.

“In fact, yes, there is something I would like us to do.”, Roger replied, suddenly full of bravery. “I would like you to make me....”, he started to say.

“Make you what?”, Brian asked.

“Never mind.”, the other shrugged his shoulders. He could feel he was already heavily blushing and did not want to say his thoughts out loud. Taylor was a very confident young man, but sometimes, when he was alone with May, it was hard for him not to feel almost ashamed about his feelings.

“You know Rog, for someone you told me once I can’t let go, it seems you can’t give up control easily either....”, Brian said after a moment of silence.

Roger looked at him with round eyes, raising his eyebrows.

“What would you like me to do to you, Roger Meddows Taylor ?”

“I.... Well, in fact.... I....”, the drummer babbled, as the guitarist was staring at him, devouring him with the eyes.

“Okay, if you don’t know, that’s okay. I do. I do know what I’m going to do to you. I’m going to make you loose control, Taylor, and you’re going to like it, okay?”, Brian said.

Roger looked at him, not knowing what to say. Had he read his mind? What was happening? Was Brian joking? He surely was.

“From now on, I don’t want to hear a single word from you, understand?”, May started to state the rules. “You are going to be a very obedient good boy and then you’re going to thank me, okay?”

Roger looked at him and nodded. He had no idea what Brian had in mind, but he was already liking it.

“You’re going to go on the couch.”, the first order came.

A little ill at ease, Roger stood up anyways and headed to the couch.

“Take your pants off before you lay down.”, he carried on.

Again, the drummer nodded and complied. He was laying on the couch and waited. Brian stood up as well and came closer to him.

“Good. Now, I want you to close your eyes. You have to trust me and everything is going to be alright. You’re going to be guided by my voice during the whole thing.”

Roger looked at him once last time and closed his eyes.

“What you are going to do now, it caress this very nice bulge I can see. Don’t deny it, I’ve noticed it quite a while ago. Do it.”, Brian commanded.

The drummer took a deep breath, hesitating a moment, but he eventually complied.

“Picture it’s my hand caressing you right now. Does it feel good?”, he asked.

As he was not allowed to speak, Roger nodded, biting his lips a little. It was almost a relief. Yes, he had been watching Brian while he was reading his article and as his thoughts had began to wander dangerously, he had got horny.

“Keep your eyes closed, okay?”, Brian carried on. “Gosh, I wish you could see it... As I look at you this way, I’m getting hard myself....”, he teased the drummer.

Roger swallowed but did not open his eyes. Brian had clearly prepared something and he did not want to ruin everything.

“Spread your legs a little, let me see you....”, he said, and the drummer complied. He heard Brian unzip his pants and he felt his legs tense at once.

“Just the sound of me taking off my pants to rub my cock has such an effect on you, hum?... As you’ve been a good boy so far, you may take your boxers off as well.”

Again, Roger felt he was heavily blushing. It was going to be his very first time naked in front of the astrophysicist. Yet, once more he complied, making sure he would keep his eyes closed.

“So pretty for me....”, Brian cooed. “Now, I want you to touch yourself and again, pretend your hands are mine. Show me what you would like me to do to you....”, he said.

Roger grabbed his cock and slowly started to pump it. He placed the other hand under his Tshirt and teased one of his nipple as well.

“Good, very good. You know, I’m teasing myself as well right now.... The sight of you, before me, giving up control this way, it’s such a turn on....”, Brian whispered.

He knew he had to remain silent but Roger let you a little moan, making the other smile.

“You can’t speak, but I’d love to hear you moan, because I know it is for me.”, Brian announced.

The blond did not need to be told twice. Now quite loudly moaning, he carried on teasing himself, pretending and wishing his hands were Brian’s. He accelerated his pace a little, as his breath was getting faster as well. He could hear the guitarist was doing the same and the mere fact to hear him breathing this way was turning him on even more.

“Okay, I’m almost there, wait for my command before you come.”, Brian ordered.

Roger nodded and carried on moaning and feeling his cock between his fingers.

“Ready, Babe, I’m going to come, come with me....”, Brian said, almost out of breath. Roger had no idea how it was possible but he felt his own cum and Brian’s on his chest as the two of them climaxed together.

“Good, very good boy.....”, Brian said. “Don’t open your eyes, yet.”

Roger took the time to catch his breath and he could hear Brian was putting his pants back on.

“You’re not allowed to see my dick today, love. Maybe next time, if you’re still a good boy.”

The drummer deeply sighed but waited for the next command.

“Roger, open your eyes.”

Taylor did but he did not understand what was happening. He was siting on his chair next to Brian. He frowned at the guitarist, wondering what was going on.

“You fell asleep, mate. And I did not even mention the article.”, he laughed.

“What?”, Roger was confused. Was all of this just a dream?

“Okay, I’m done now with space and stars and galaxies. Now you’re awake, do you want us to do anything? Do you have any plans for us tonight?”, he asked, smiling sweetly at the drummer.