Secrets

Only he can make me feel this way

Roger's POV

I raise my eyebrows.

'I'm so happy for you... you have no idea how much I regret everything. I'm so, so sorry. I should've said that a long time ago...' I know saying I'm sorry won't make it any better, I ruined a whole year of her life.

'Yeah, you should have. But better late than never.'

'Can I come in? It's very important.' She tilts her head to the side a bit and scoffs.

'Of course it's important, if it wasn't you wouldn't have dared to show up.' She's just as sassy as she was before her depression. She is, after all,  Freddie Mercury's sister... 'Come in, Felix isn't home, you got me curious.' This is going better than I expected. We sit down at the couch.

'Spill the tea.' She says with a cold look, but in her eyes I spot a little bit of excitement. I know she loves a juicy gossip. Back when we were close friends we used to waste the night away making stupid jokes and gossiping about everyone we knew. It's one of my guilty pleasures. I wish I could go back to those days and do all the s**t I messed up over again. 

I take a deep breath.

'So...uh..let's start at the beginning. I'm bisexual.' A few days ago only telling this to someone would've been scary as f**k, but compared to the rest of what I'm gonna tell her this is easy. 

She raises an eyebrow.

'You? Bisexual? Tell me another joke...' I recognize the voice she's using. It's the voice she always had when she was talking about someone she didn't like. It always gave me chills and made me wish I would never be someone she would talk about like that. But I am now. 

I roll my eyes.

'Okay whatever if you don't believe me, you will after I told you everything. Please don't freak out too much.'

'Oh, I can handle something. If you would've read my mind back when I was about to kill myself  you would've been in tears.' She says, with a slightly accusing voice. I don't blame her.

'Be ready, this is gonna be one f****d up story. Freddie....and I....had sex.'

'What? You didn't!' The cold look on her face disappears and she looks like a schoolgirl who just heard about one of her friends losing their virginity or something. 'But...you didn't come here just to tell me that I hope? Cuz I don't care who Freddie is currently fucking.'

'No. It gets worse. I'm in love with him.  And... I believe he's in love with me too..'

'Freddie in love? You know he's probably just using you right?'  She looks at me like I'm stupid. That hurt.

'That's not the problem. The problem is that I have a girlfriend, who I don't love anymore and she found out about us, Kashmira. Not just that we had s*x, everything.' Her face turns pale. 'I tried to break up with her, but she's blackmailing me. If I leave her, she's gonna tell Freddie everything.'

'She knows you cheated on her twice and she's blackmailing you into staying with her? What the f**k!? How did she find out?'

'I have no idea...I didn't tell her anything.'

'Freddie can't know.' There's a deep frown on her face.

'I want to tell him myself.' I say. She's gonna hate this idea. But I desperately want to be released from this horrible life with Dominique right now. Even if after I leave her I still can't be with Freddie cuz he'll hate me.

'No Roger! That's not happening!' She shouts at me, looking absolutely freaked out.

'What if I leave Dominique and she tells Freddie? He can't find out that way! One way or another, eventually someone will tell him and it better not be Dominique.'

'Than don't leave Dominique!' She screams. 'If you have this fantasy you can just tell Freddie everything and he'll forgive you and you guys live happily ever after, give up already. Even if he would forgive you, which is obviously not gonna happen, he can't be in a serious relationship with anyone. No matter how much he loves them. And you know it. He gets bored way too fast, cheats on you and then you're gonna break up.' That hurt even more. She's probably right though, she's closer to Freddie than I am.

'You might be right, but I'm not planning on keeping this secret forever! Are you?' If she's gonna yell at me, I'm gonna yell back. Christ, I don't even remember the last normal conversation I had. All I've been doing is arguing. With everyone.

'Jesus Roger! I just spend an entire year wanting to kill myself and nearly succeeding. My life is just beginning to get a little happier, but if you tell Freddie, he'll tell Felix he's gonna file for divorce! He's the father of my baby and I love him! I can't lose him too... I can't...' Tears are welling up in her eyes. I feel a lump in my throat. I'm can't continue living this lie, having to pretend I love someone I actually hate. But I'm trapped. I can't ruin Kashmira's life again...

. . .

I'm back at my house. My conversation with Kashmira went exactly how I expected, yet it still hurts. Doesn't she get that one day, soon or late, the truth has to be told? She's not planning on taking this secret into her grave, is she?

'I thought you went grocery shopping? Where are the groceries, Roger?' Dominique asks me after I enter the house without any groceries. f**k.

'Dom, why are you doing this? Why do you want to keep living this lie? I don't get it! You...' I exclaim as I shake my head. She crosses her arms. b***h. Just seeing her face makes me sick to my stomach. I walk closer to her, our faces only inches away from each other. 'It takes a very broken, twisted soul to do what you do.' I whisper. She scoffs.

'Aww, you're too kind. Thanks for noticing.' She says, of course sarcastic.

. . .

It's currently 3 AM. I'm in bed next to Dominique, wishing it were Freddie's dark locks on the pillow next to me. She didn't ask any more questions about why I came home without groceries. Maybe she's finally coming to senses.

I'm incredibly horny. And there's no way I'm ever gonna stick my d**k in Dominique ever again. I need Freddie. I need him inside of me. At the moment I don't give a single damn about Dominique and all of her threats. I hope she stays asleep, cuz I'm going to Freddie. I hope he's not gonna kill me for coming over in the middle of the night. s*x with Dominique used to be great, but s*x with Freddie is a whole new level of erotic. I can't help myself, I need him.

I sneak out of bed, change into some clothes and get in my car. I'm taking a very high risk, but I don't care. I'll just have to be back before Dom wakes up. 

I knock on Freddie's door and hope he's even home. I have his key, but he lost his s**t at me this afternoon, he probably won't appreciate it if I just walk into his house at 3 in the morning. 

The door opens. Freddie's dark eyes stare right into mine. His midnight-black hair looks shiny in the moonlight. He looks absolutely gorgeous. He furrows his eyebrows and opens his mouth to say something, but I cut him off.

'Don't ask me anything, just f**k me.' He looks at me for a second as a smirk forms on his face.

'Naughty boy...' he says, before pulling me into the house and pushing me up against the wall. The smirk fades and his face suddenly turns serious. 'What about your...girlfriend? Did you finally leave her?' He asks, as he runs his fingers through my hair. I can't speak. I'm drowning in Freddie's dark eyes.

'Hmm? Tell me.' He's being serious, but it only turns me on more. I love it when he controls me and gives me those dark stares. 'Roger...answer me or I'll throw you out and leave you with this.' He grabs my hard c**k through my pants. I moan.

'I thought I said don't ask me anything, just f**k me.'

'You want me to f**k you, Rog?' He says, as he tilts his head to the side a bit, his face still bloody serious. He starts to grind on me, I can feel his c**k getting harder every second.

'Mmmm...yes...' I moan as I tilt my head back against the wall.

'That's it, beg for my c**k like the slut you are...' Freddie takes my chin in one of his hands.

'Freddie please! f**k me daddy...' His lips crash onto mine and his tongue enters my mouth. I forget everything around me. It's just me and Freddie snogging like we're never gonna see each other again. Maybe that's gonna be true if Dominique learns about this... I push the thought away. She'll never know.

Freddie pulls back, leaving me breathless. Now I really realize how much I've missed him, even though it's only been two days. He already has me wrapped around his finger.

'Get your lovely little ass upstairs, right now.' Freddie demands. God, I love the excitement of being controlled, it's like he really is my daddy now but in a hot way. He takes my hand and I walk upstairs with him behind me. I can feel his eyes burning on my ass and I love every single second of it. As soon as we get in Freddie's bedroom he walks over to his nightstand and returns with a pair of handcuffs. This is gonna be even kinkier than last time. He roughly kisses me while putting my hands behind my back and attaching the handcuffs. While still kissing, we walk (or actually stumble) to Freddie's bed and he pushes me onto it. I suddenly realize that we're both sober this time. It makes it feel more real. More like we both mean it. It doesn't feel like a drunk mistake. Freddie removes my pants and boxers, revealing my hard pulsating c**k. I'm dying for release. He also removes his own shirt and licks his lips while looking at me. How I love those lips...

'Roger. I want you to listen very carefully.' I try to look at his face while he's talking, but all I can look at is his muscular torso. He gives my c**k a quick stroke. I gasp and softly moan. If it's even possible to get any harder, I just did.

'Listen to me.' Freddie continues. I breathlessly stare at his beautiful face. 

'If you move and try to free your hands, I will stop.' He gives me a dark glare. 'If you're a good boy, and you don't try to break free, I'll remove the handcuffs sooner.'

With that said he starts kissing my neck and stomach, lower and lower until he reaches my painfully hard c**k. He kitten-licks the underside of it. His tongue feels so nice and warm... my eyes roll back and I knit my eyebrows together. He teasingly starts sucking at the tip. I can't stand this. I need release now. I wriggle my hands in an attempt to set them free and immediately Freddie stops sucking.

'Freddie...' I softly whine. How I want to just grab the back of his head and push his him down onto my c**k. But he has other plans.

'I thought I was very clear. No moving. Or you want me to stop completely?'

'No! No please don't stop. I promise I won't move again.' I can see Freddie smirk a little. Obviously, he's loving this little teasing game. He moves back to my c**k and takes it a little deeper into his mouth this time. He moves up and down a few times, painfully slow. I can't help myself and try to break free again. Freddie stops. I groan.

'Don't torture me...'

'Oh, but you love it.' He says while looking up to me, his black locks covering his face. He starts sucking again, taking a little more of me in his mouth every few seconds. He looks f*****g good with a d**k in his mouth. This continues for a while, Freddie will deepthroat me for a second every now and then, but absolutely no longer than one second, I will try to break free because I need him to stop torturing me so badly, he'll stop sucking for a second, give me a dark glare and then continue. At one point I can't take it anymore.

'f**k, Freddie, I need to c*m!' I moan loudly as I thrust into his mouth. He doesn't stop this time, but deepthroats and I explode in his mouth with a scream. Freddie swallows my c*m, pulls me out of his mouth and sits up.

'Good boy...' He finally releases my hands from the handcuffs and I sigh in relief. It was incredibly hot, but I want to touch Freddie so badly and that's hard when my hands are tied behind my back. He stands up and pulls me in for a kiss. I run my hands up and down his back as I'm getting aroused again.

'Aren't you satisfied yet?' Freddie teases as he strokes my cheek with his thumb. It's crazy how he can go from a bad boy who ties hands behind backs with handcuffs to a sweet boy who makes me feel like the most precious thing in the world in such a short amount of time.

'I'll never get enough of you...' Suddenly intense sadness fills me up. I want to be with Freddie so badly...

'What is it baby?' Freddie asks with a concerned look on his face. I have to fight tears. He's the most caring person in the world, I'm so madly in love with him...He's all I want. All I need.

'Oh, nothing.' I try to sound as casual as possible. I kiss him so that he can't see the tears in my eyes and start to undo his belt. I'm not satisfied at all yet... 

Freddie helps me take off his pants and boxers as he's aching for release himself too. I softly moan when I see his thickness. It must be his Persian roots. I f*****g adore his c**k.

'Are you done staring yet?' Freddie giggles. I quickly look away with flushed cheeks. 'Now lemme get some lube...' He walks to his nightstand and gets a bottle of lube out of it. He faces me again.  'Get on the bed, on your hands and knees. Now, Rog.' The bad boy attitude is back. I follow the orders and mentally prepare myself. Last time it hurt quite a bit in the beginning, but somehow the pain was kinky too. Freddie positions himself behind me. He puts lube on two fingers and uses one to slowly push into me. I groan and it turns into a scream when he pushes deeper. He wiggles it around before a second finger enters me. I scream again, but it soon turns into pleasure.

'Fuuuck...it hurts so good!' I moan.

'You like that, my little slut? He pushes his fingers deeper into me and brushes them against my sweet spot.

'Daddy! f**k yes..' I moan. It feels so f*****g good. He pulls his fingers out and then fills me up with his thick hardness. He moans loudly as he enters me.

'f**k Rog...you're so...mmmm..fucking tight...' I love the feeling of a big c**k inside of me. Especially Freddie's big c**k. This is something Dominique could never give me, not just because she doesn't have a c**k, but everything about having s*x with Freddie is better. Freddie slowly starts to thrust into me. I arch my back and cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

'Rog...' Freddie softly moans. His moans turn me on so much. His thrusting speeds up and soon he's pounding deep inside of me. I groan at the sound of our skin slamming against each other.

'Aaah...Rog, f**k!' Freddie screams. I smirk, even though he can't see it. I hoped I could make him scream... he hits my sweet spot and I scream too, this time because of pleasure only. I hope Freddie's neighbours are in a deep sleep...Freddie wraps his arms around my waist and starts stroking my c**k while hitting my sweet spot a few more times. All of this together is too much for me.

'Freddie!' I scream. Only he can make me feel this way. I can't stop moaning and screaming. Again, I forget everything around me and can only feel Freddie's c**k pounding inside of me and his hand roughly stroking my c**k. A minute later I can't hold back anymore. With one more scream, I explode all of Freddie's hand and bed. f**k, the bed. Well, whatever.

Rog! f**k baby...' Freddie loudly moans as doubles over me and cums inside of me. He pulls his c**k out of me and we just lay beside each other to catch our breath for a second.

'Jesus Rog...you're so f*****g loud... I love it.' Freddie says, still sounding out of breath.

'It's you who makes me loud.' I smirk.

'Yeah? You don't scream that loud when you f**k Dominique?' He's obviously jealous as f**k. I guess I would be too if I was him... I feel a pang of guilt and sadness. Of course I don't, but I don't answer his question.

'Freddie...don't.' I say, with a slightly annoyed voice. He sighs, then he spons me and kisses my bare shoulder.

'Please stay here... I wanna cuddle you babe.' He whines. As much as I want to stay in his warm, comfortable arms, I have to get back to Dominique and pray she didn't wake up and found out I'm gone.

'I can't Freddie...I want to but I can't.'

'Jesus, why don't you just leave that skank. You already cheated on her twice in two days.' He groans. If only it was that simple.

'I'm sorry Freddie...' I break free from his comfortable arms and put my clothes back on. I leave his house with tears in my eyes and without saying another word. 

When I get home (I don't want to call it home anymore because being Dominique obviously doesn't make me feel safe and happy) I strip down to my boxers and get in bed with Dom again. 

Thank the Lord she didn't wake up. Or at least I hope she didn't...