Finally delivered Roger/Brian
Title: Lazy Afternoon
Author: Fyerluna
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Roger/Brian
Warnings: Explicit gay sex.
"Roger!" Brian blushed. A moment ago he would have been sure that he couldn't strike the pitch he had cried out his lover's name in.
"What? Your behind fits so nicely in the palm of my hand." Roger was teasing. Brian failed to see the humour.
"What if someone had seen you? I hardly think one could mistake such a gesture for anything other than what it was." Roger grinned. Brian was pouting and he always looked so cute when he was pouting.
"We could always go somewhere that no one will see." Brian mulled Rogers suggestion over. It was true that everyone was out and would be gone until nightfall, and Jackie was fast enough to warn them before anyone got within a mile of the house. All that thought of he-
"Roger!" That pitch again. He would have to stop being surprised if he was going to sound like a little girl every time it happened.
"You think entirely too much. Come on. I for one, would like to sleep with you on something we've never slept on together before." Brian blinked at him, and Roger could see the confusion written on his features. "Come on Bri. Close your eyes. I'll make a surprise of it."
"Roger, this is ridiculous." Brian closed his eyes anyway and took Roger's hand. "Where are we going?"
"You'll see." Brian almost tripped over nothing as Roger led him on.
"There. Don't open your eyes yet Bri." Roger pushed him down gently.
"Roger... is that... is this my bed?" Brian opened his eyes to see a maniacal glint in Roger's eyes.
"Well for right now it's our bed. Isn't it a simply fantastic idea? As if we were married or some such nonsense!" Roger crowed. Brian had a near heart attack, sure someone had heard.
"Roger, will you be quiet?" His grin had faded, but the gleam was still firmly lodged in his eyes.
"No I will not be quiet. I will be as loud as I please." Brian sighed. Roger had quieted down a little at least. "And you must be the wife. I'd know because you're nagging me and protesting every little advance I make on you. Well no more! I shall have you as I ple-!"
Roger was cut off in his monologue by Brian pulling him down into a rough kiss. As his shock wore off he returned the passion with greater force as though it were the last kiss in the world between them. Clothes fell away from them both seemingly of their own accord and it was Roger who pulled away first.
"Wait." He took advantage of Brian's expression and continued. "We have the luxury of moving slowly and we might never have this again. I want to savour this afternoon."
"Far be it for me to tell you to move quickly." He shrugged against the pillows. Roger's hands clasped over his shoulders as their lips met. Brian wasn't sure he could take the stress of waiting. Roger's hands were rough on his shoulders, but he wanted them to be rough on something else as soon as possible.
He could feel Roger's lips moving down his neck, slinking over his chest, his tongue tracing lazily over his abdominal muscles.
"Enough teasing." Brian tried to force Roger down. He responded in kind in the opposite direction and Brian had never found himself so put out to have Roger kissing his lips.
"For every time you try to go more quickly I'll simply go more slowly." Roger smirked. Brian pouted. Roger was kissing his neck again and making sure to take as much time as he could, savouring every taste. The tang of salt beading on Brian's skin and the sweetness of his mouth soon made him forget himself and before Brian knew it he felt a rough hand slide down between his legs, wrapping around hard, smooth flesh. He arched his back involuntarily, pushing himself against his lover.
"Don't you dare stop just because of that!" Brain fidgeted on the bed as Roger got up. He returned with a bottle.
"I'm not." He blew a loose strand of hair out of his face. "I though you wouldn't want to be hurt, that's all."
"Hurt? What do you m-!" Brian found himself face down in his pillows. Roger's hand was slick with whatever had been in the bottle and for a split second he thought it might have been wine. His breath caught when he felt Roger's fingers questing inside him.
"Will you relax? It will hurt otherwise." Brian tried his best, but he still cried out as Roger slid something other than his fingers into the space he had made. He moaned as Roger began to thrust gently, pushing Brian close to the bed. Roger held him firmly, looking for the right rhythm as he squeezed Brian's hips closer to him. As Brian cried out he knew he'd found it. Forcing himself to work harder, he could feel the pressure building in himself and did his best to keep himself from finishing without stopping Brian. He felt his lover tense, and winced a little as he tightened sharply. It felt as though he was trying to milk every last drop of pleasure out of him and Roger was sure it was working. It was impossible to hold back now and he found his own cry of ecstasy joining Brian's as they climaxed.
He grinned lazily and withdrew himself. The two of them were panting and sweat soaked and neither of them cared.
"Is it ironic that I used virgin olive oil for this?" Roger wondered. Brian tried not to think about what the kitchen staff would do to him if they found out.
"How am I going to explain this?" Brian asked, trying to avoid the dampness on the sheets.
"Don't. Be a good wife and clean up." Roger smirked and Brian hit him half-heartedly with a pillow.
FIN
Author: Fyerluna
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Roger/Brian
Warnings: Explicit gay sex.
"Roger!" Brian blushed. A moment ago he would have been sure that he couldn't strike the pitch he had cried out his lover's name in.
"What? Your behind fits so nicely in the palm of my hand." Roger was teasing. Brian failed to see the humour.
"What if someone had seen you? I hardly think one could mistake such a gesture for anything other than what it was." Roger grinned. Brian was pouting and he always looked so cute when he was pouting.
"We could always go somewhere that no one will see." Brian mulled Rogers suggestion over. It was true that everyone was out and would be gone until nightfall, and Jackie was fast enough to warn them before anyone got within a mile of the house. All that thought of he-
"Roger!" That pitch again. He would have to stop being surprised if he was going to sound like a little girl every time it happened.
"You think entirely too much. Come on. I for one, would like to sleep with you on something we've never slept on together before." Brian blinked at him, and Roger could see the confusion written on his features. "Come on Bri. Close your eyes. I'll make a surprise of it."
"Roger, this is ridiculous." Brian closed his eyes anyway and took Roger's hand. "Where are we going?"
"You'll see." Brian almost tripped over nothing as Roger led him on.
"There. Don't open your eyes yet Bri." Roger pushed him down gently.
"Roger... is that... is this my bed?" Brian opened his eyes to see a maniacal glint in Roger's eyes.
"Well for right now it's our bed. Isn't it a simply fantastic idea? As if we were married or some such nonsense!" Roger crowed. Brian had a near heart attack, sure someone had heard.
"Roger, will you be quiet?" His grin had faded, but the gleam was still firmly lodged in his eyes.
"No I will not be quiet. I will be as loud as I please." Brian sighed. Roger had quieted down a little at least. "And you must be the wife. I'd know because you're nagging me and protesting every little advance I make on you. Well no more! I shall have you as I ple-!"
Roger was cut off in his monologue by Brian pulling him down into a rough kiss. As his shock wore off he returned the passion with greater force as though it were the last kiss in the world between them. Clothes fell away from them both seemingly of their own accord and it was Roger who pulled away first.
"Wait." He took advantage of Brian's expression and continued. "We have the luxury of moving slowly and we might never have this again. I want to savour this afternoon."
"Far be it for me to tell you to move quickly." He shrugged against the pillows. Roger's hands clasped over his shoulders as their lips met. Brian wasn't sure he could take the stress of waiting. Roger's hands were rough on his shoulders, but he wanted them to be rough on something else as soon as possible.
He could feel Roger's lips moving down his neck, slinking over his chest, his tongue tracing lazily over his abdominal muscles.
"Enough teasing." Brian tried to force Roger down. He responded in kind in the opposite direction and Brian had never found himself so put out to have Roger kissing his lips.
"For every time you try to go more quickly I'll simply go more slowly." Roger smirked. Brian pouted. Roger was kissing his neck again and making sure to take as much time as he could, savouring every taste. The tang of salt beading on Brian's skin and the sweetness of his mouth soon made him forget himself and before Brian knew it he felt a rough hand slide down between his legs, wrapping around hard, smooth flesh. He arched his back involuntarily, pushing himself against his lover.
"Don't you dare stop just because of that!" Brain fidgeted on the bed as Roger got up. He returned with a bottle.
"I'm not." He blew a loose strand of hair out of his face. "I though you wouldn't want to be hurt, that's all."
"Hurt? What do you m-!" Brian found himself face down in his pillows. Roger's hand was slick with whatever had been in the bottle and for a split second he thought it might have been wine. His breath caught when he felt Roger's fingers questing inside him.
"Will you relax? It will hurt otherwise." Brian tried his best, but he still cried out as Roger slid something other than his fingers into the space he had made. He moaned as Roger began to thrust gently, pushing Brian close to the bed. Roger held him firmly, looking for the right rhythm as he squeezed Brian's hips closer to him. As Brian cried out he knew he'd found it. Forcing himself to work harder, he could feel the pressure building in himself and did his best to keep himself from finishing without stopping Brian. He felt his lover tense, and winced a little as he tightened sharply. It felt as though he was trying to milk every last drop of pleasure out of him and Roger was sure it was working. It was impossible to hold back now and he found his own cry of ecstasy joining Brian's as they climaxed.
He grinned lazily and withdrew himself. The two of them were panting and sweat soaked and neither of them cared.
"Is it ironic that I used virgin olive oil for this?" Roger wondered. Brian tried not to think about what the kitchen staff would do to him if they found out.
"How am I going to explain this?" Brian asked, trying to avoid the dampness on the sheets.
"Don't. Be a good wife and clean up." Roger smirked and Brian hit him half-heartedly with a pillow.
FIN