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John was in the dressing room, brushing his long, reddish brown hair, when a pair of hands suddenly clapped over his eyes.
"Guess who?" the lilting voice belonging to them chirped.
A smile appeared on his face, but he played dumb. "Could it be the King of England?" John asked.
"Hmmm...you might say that..."
"Then is it Freddie Mercury?"
Freddie took off his hands and turned the bassist toward him, planting a soft kiss on his lips. "Hi Deaky."
"Hi back to you," John replied, a warm blush blossoming on his cheeks. "You look very beautiful tonight."
He was wearing Brian's white flowy shirt, black ballet shoes and tight white leggings...that showed off his bulge, and John quickly averted his eyes from that area.
"Oh darling, must you be so shy?" Freddie smiled and he took his partner's hand gently in his, leading him to the couch that was set in the room.
John set down on it first, then Freddie, who snuggled his way into his lap.
"Deaky, you think it's time?" the raven haired singer asked as he idly twirled a tendril of his partner's hair.
"I don't know...do you want to?" John felt a little uneasy about giving himself to Freddie...he would have liked more time, but the tightness in his pants said otherwise.
Freddie cupped John's face in his hand and gave him a deep passionate kiss, hoping a bit that it wasn't too awkward with his giant teeth.
As Freddie continued to kiss him, John pulled his body closer to him, the soft warmth of their body heat surrounding them in a dreamlike haze.
Suddenly, Freddie pulled away and sat up, taking off his shirt and flinging it onto the ground. He straddled John's hips as he began to gently tease off his shirt, so they were both bare chested.
John ran his fingers through the dark, wispy hair that covered Freddie's chest and he pulled the man closer to him again, and began to play with one of his nipples with his tongue.
"Deaky, you're biting!" Freddie exclaimed with a laugh, but John moved on to the other one and did the same.
They continued to play with each other until Freddie stripped off both his and John's pants.
"Take me," he whispered softly into his ear. "Take me, Deaky." Freddie got off of John and laid on the couch. He let his full nakedness show to the bassist, and it made him harder than he ever got with a girl.
John turned Freddie around and pushed himself gently inside him, the small Indian letting out a couple of soft moans. He then took one of his hands and held Freddie's cock, sliding it up and down his shaft as he thrusted into him.
"Oh Deaky...Deaky..."
It was really getting intense now, John was thrusting and pumping faster, and Freddie's moans were becoming louder and louder each time. He felt the warm cum leak all over his hand, making it a bit sticky, but he couldn't stop. He wanted to make him scream, scream his name. John didn't give a damn if anyone heard him. He loved the fuck out of the lead singer.
"DEAKY! DEAKY! OH GOD DEAKY! JOHNJOHNJOHNJOHNJOHNJOHN!"
He was almost there, he could feel it. More cum on his hand. The orgasm was coming...no pun intended.
"OHMYMOTHERFUCKINGGODJOHNRICHARDDEACONYOUSONOFAFUCKINGBITCHSLUTWHORE!!!!!!!!!!!!"
John exploded into Freddie just as he felt him blast more cum all over his hand.
They collapsed on the couch, John resting in Freddie's arms.
"Wow..." Freddie said in a quiet voice. "Wow..."
John looked up at him. "Thank you."
They then snuggled against eachother and fell asleep.
true love.
the end.
"Guess who?" the lilting voice belonging to them chirped.
A smile appeared on his face, but he played dumb. "Could it be the King of England?" John asked.
"Hmmm...you might say that..."
"Then is it Freddie Mercury?"
Freddie took off his hands and turned the bassist toward him, planting a soft kiss on his lips. "Hi Deaky."
"Hi back to you," John replied, a warm blush blossoming on his cheeks. "You look very beautiful tonight."
He was wearing Brian's white flowy shirt, black ballet shoes and tight white leggings...that showed off his bulge, and John quickly averted his eyes from that area.
"Oh darling, must you be so shy?" Freddie smiled and he took his partner's hand gently in his, leading him to the couch that was set in the room.
John set down on it first, then Freddie, who snuggled his way into his lap.
"Deaky, you think it's time?" the raven haired singer asked as he idly twirled a tendril of his partner's hair.
"I don't know...do you want to?" John felt a little uneasy about giving himself to Freddie...he would have liked more time, but the tightness in his pants said otherwise.
Freddie cupped John's face in his hand and gave him a deep passionate kiss, hoping a bit that it wasn't too awkward with his giant teeth.
As Freddie continued to kiss him, John pulled his body closer to him, the soft warmth of their body heat surrounding them in a dreamlike haze.
Suddenly, Freddie pulled away and sat up, taking off his shirt and flinging it onto the ground. He straddled John's hips as he began to gently tease off his shirt, so they were both bare chested.
John ran his fingers through the dark, wispy hair that covered Freddie's chest and he pulled the man closer to him again, and began to play with one of his nipples with his tongue.
"Deaky, you're biting!" Freddie exclaimed with a laugh, but John moved on to the other one and did the same.
They continued to play with each other until Freddie stripped off both his and John's pants.
"Take me," he whispered softly into his ear. "Take me, Deaky." Freddie got off of John and laid on the couch. He let his full nakedness show to the bassist, and it made him harder than he ever got with a girl.
John turned Freddie around and pushed himself gently inside him, the small Indian letting out a couple of soft moans. He then took one of his hands and held Freddie's cock, sliding it up and down his shaft as he thrusted into him.
"Oh Deaky...Deaky..."
It was really getting intense now, John was thrusting and pumping faster, and Freddie's moans were becoming louder and louder each time. He felt the warm cum leak all over his hand, making it a bit sticky, but he couldn't stop. He wanted to make him scream, scream his name. John didn't give a damn if anyone heard him. He loved the fuck out of the lead singer.
"DEAKY! DEAKY! OH GOD DEAKY! JOHNJOHNJOHNJOHNJOHNJOHN!"
He was almost there, he could feel it. More cum on his hand. The orgasm was coming...no pun intended.
"OHMYMOTHERFUCKINGGODJOHNRICHARDDEACONYOUSONOFAFUCKINGBITCHSLUTWHORE!!!!!!!!!!!!"
John exploded into Freddie just as he felt him blast more cum all over his hand.
They collapsed on the couch, John resting in Freddie's arms.
"Wow..." Freddie said in a quiet voice. "Wow..."
John looked up at him. "Thank you."
They then snuggled against eachother and fell asleep.
true love.
the end.
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Deacury’s are always fun to read 😃