Secrets

The back room

Freddie's POV

Today I'm finally released from the hospital, and I couldn't be happier. I've been here for three weeks now and I'm totally fed up with all the lying down and feeling helpless. Walking is still painful as f**k though, because I broke my left leg in three different places. I have to use crutches. How nice. Also, three of my ribs are broken, two of them are adjacent and broken in multiple places, which was the main reason I almost died. Those two ribs became detached from the rest of my chest wall. But somehow they managed to fix it. It hurt so much in the beginning, but it is slowly getting better. But breathing in still hurts like f*****g hell. But I won't die from it anymore. So because of all of this, people constantly need to help me with normal everyday things, and I absolutely hate it. I don't like being dependent on other people so much.

It does mean I get to spend more time with Roger though, he basically lived in the hospital the past few weeks. Of course I don't mind at all. I'm kind of sad it's gonna be over now that I can go home. I'm still completely obsessed with him. We haven't really talked about 'us' since that night he said 'that I can't be with you doesn't mean I don't want to.' I didn't respond to that because first of all I of course completely lost my s**t when he said it. I didn't know what to say so I didn't say anything, but inside I was screaming. So f*****g loud. Also, I'm just confused and kind of done with his little game, where he keeps flirting with me and every now and then saying things like that, but doesn't break up with his girlfriend. What's the problem? He can just break up with Dominique if he wants to. But he doesn't. Of course I don't tell him this, but it hurts me more than breathing in with my chest injury. I decided to stop asking questions about it, I don't want to seem desperate. I'll just wait until he finally makes a choice and stops playing.

Despite all that he does make me feel amazing, my face is still covered in bruises, not as bad as it was a few weeks ago but I still look like a mess, but he tells me I look gorgeous every day. I almost believe him.

On top of all that crap, I still didn't quite figure out what exactly happened that night I 'wasn't in my body or something. Wow. That sounds really f****d up. It felt way too real to be a dream. My dreams are never that amazing. And I remember looking down and seeing myself lying in that bed. I don't think I could've dreamed something that crazy. I didn't tell anyone about it, because they wouldn't believe me anyway if I'd say I think it wasn't a dream. I have heard of near-death experiences before, but I never really looked into it so I can't say if I had one. It also just doesn't make sense, because I apparently flat-lined 24 hours after I 'left my body'. And it felt like I was only gone for five minutes or something. But maybe time just works differently in whatever place I was. I really didn't want to leave it, it was all so beautiful and peaceful there. But then I remembered that cute blonde motherfucker I'm so obsessed with. I couldn't leave him behind.

'Ready to go?' Roger asks. He's driving me home from the hospital. He smiles at me and my heart melts.

'Yeah. Gimme those stupid things, please.' I say, referring to my crutches. I'm sitting at the edge of my hospital bed. Roger giggles and gives me them. 'Ugh stop.' I'm slightly annoyed, but can't stop a grin.

'But I like teasing you...' Rog whispers. Another one of those flirty little lines. I absolutely love them, but I promised myself I won't flirt with him or do anything else until he finally breaks up with Dominique. I despise her. I always have, even before I fell in love with Roger, and I refuse to share him with her. Oh god, I suddenly remember that a few weeks ago in the studio she announced to Roger that she wanted a baby. I swear, if he gets her knocked up... of course he wouldn't leave his pregnant girlfriend. I don't know what I'd do with myself.

But I don't think I have to worry, he spent 90% of his time with me the past 3 weeks.

I get up from the bed and Roger and I start walking to his car, at an incredibly slow pace since my leg is still not functioning properly. Amazing. It makes me feel 90 years old. We get in the car.

'Drive carefully please, I don't want to have another accident.' I laugh. It's the first time since my accident that I'm in a car again, and I absolutely hate it. I'm scared to death.

'Don't worry, babe.' Aaaaaaah he called me babe again. f**k, I love it when he does that. We're both quiet for a few minutes.

'Rog? Is Dominique pregnant?' I ask. I just had to ask, the idea got in my head so now I have to know. But if I am right, I honestly don't even want to know. I would make sense though... Roger clears his throat.

'No. Why?' Wow. That sounded convincing. Not. Oh my f*****g god. My heart sinks.

'Is that the reason you don't want to leave her?' I whisper.

'I said no, Freddie. And even if she was, it's not your problem.' He snaps. Not my problem? If it means I can't be with Roger because of it, it would be my biggest problem.

'Fine.' I decide not to proceed asking questions. If Dom is pregnant I'll find out soon or late.

Once we arrive at my house I realize that this is gonna be the first time in weeks I'm gonna have to survive on my own again. I probably can't even walk upstairs with my stupid leg.

I open my door and we walk inside. It's quite late in the evening and I'm exhausted, so I have to go up to my bedroom. 

I look at the stairs as if they're the biggest challenge I've ever faced in my entire life. But I'm determined to walk upstairs. I'll have to.

'What is it?' Roger asks. 'Do you want me to carry you up?' He grins. Yes please, I think, but I don't say it.

'Shut up, I'm not that helpless.' I try, but nearly fall down after I set one foot on the stairs. I hear Roger sigh.

'Why do you always have to act like you don't need anyone and can easily do everything by yourself? Cuz I know that's not true.' He says. I look at him, slightly in shock. 'Uhh, that sounded a lot deeper than I wanted it too.' Yes, it did. 'Point is, I'm carrying you upstairs, whether you want it or not.'

'Shut up, I...' I start, but he doesn't give me enough time to finish my sentence and walks towards me.

'Come here, you big baby.' He whispers before gently picking me up with his strong arms. I let go of my crutches and wrap my arms around his neck. He starts walking upstairs. It's just like we're on our honeymoon. But the truth is that I'm just too invalid to walk upstairs by myself.

'Jesus Freddie, you weigh, like, two pounds.' Oh, how romantic of him.

'Stop judging me, you asshole.' I giggle.

'I'm sorry, you're perfect.' He smiles. My heart melts again.

'You know who's even more perfect than me?'

'Uhhh, no.'

'You.' I whisper. I look into his eyes. You know how you can sometimes look into your crushes eyes, not able to tear your eyes away from them? You're just drowning, and no one can save you. And it's dangerous, because everyone knows that six seconds or longer eye contact without saying anything means kissing and/or s*x. Which I both physically can't even do. 

I try to look in a different direction, but I simply can't. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5...

'Don't be stupid.' Roger eventually answers. Thank god. I laugh. He walks into my bedroom and gently lays me down on my bed. I sigh in satisfaction. I absolutely hated being, and especially sleeping, at the hospital so I'm more than happy to be home again.

'Hey, my pants aren't gonna remove itself.' I raise an eyebrow at Roger.

'Oh, and now you need me to do everything for you. But I'm more than happy to.' He smirks. He slowly unzips my pants while looking into my eyes. I look away.

'Stop looking at me.' I mumble. I can't get aroused now, my breathing will speed up and I can't have that happen since breathing is still painful. It's pathetic. I can't even jerk off. 

Roger giggles. He pulls my pants down, his hands softly touching my ass. I close my eyes and try to ignore the feeling. Once my pants are lying on the floor, I can feel Roger stare at my d**k through my underwear. I open my eyes.

'I said stop looking at me.' He rolls his eyes.

'Don't act so prude. Sit up, please.' I do as he says and he pulls my shirt over my head. 'Wow, I could become a freaking nurse.' He jokes.

'No you couldn't, everyone would feel sexually intimidated.' Roger stars laughing too.

'Don't act like you don't love it.' He smirks at me. I groan in annoyance.

'I can't breathe like a normal person, remember? So don't you dare to try anything. I'll f*****g die again.'

'You poor thing. There's no way I'm letting you sleep alone tonight.' My heart makes a little jump. But then I remember I wasn't gonna do anything with him until he breaks up with Dom. Oh well, I already broke that promise about a hundred times the past fifteen minutes, so it doesn't matter anymore I guess.

'Don't you have a girlfriend?' I accusingly ask. Roger sighs.

'She'll understand.'

'Maybe, but I don't.' I whisper. 'Why don't you just leave her?' Doesn't he know how much he's hurting me?

'I'm sorry Freddie, it's...too complicated.' He frowns.

'Then please go away.'

'Freddie...' he whines. 'Remember what I said in the hospital?'

'Yes...'

'It'll be okay in the end.'

I don't respond, and he knows he won. He starts taking off his clothes, with his back facing me. I get comfy underneath my blankets and watch him. I feel a weak wave of arousel when he pulls his pants over his ankles and sticks his ass up in the air. Stop it, d**k. Not now. How I wish I could just f**k the s**t out of that cute little ass right now.

Roger gets in my bed as well. I turn around and he spoons me. I realize that this is the first time ever that I have been spooned by someone. It's always the other way around. But it feels amazing. So safe.

After a minute or so I feel something grow hard against my butt. Oh my god.

'Roger, I f*****g hate you.' I groan.

'Sorry...can't help it.' he mumbles. He places a gentle kiss on my shoulder and I just fall asleep, ignoring Roger's boner.

. . .

Two months later

All I want to say right now: THANK GOD. My leg and ribs finally healed, so I'm able to do stuff again without needing crutches and being in pain. Also, all the bruises on my face healed, without leaving any scars. 

I can finally have s*x again. After three f*****g months. I've never gone that long without s*x. 

So I'll probably go out tonight and pick up a one night stand, even though I would of course much rather f**k Roger. But we're trying to avoid each other, because we know that if something happens again and people find out, hell will break loose. It's kind of hard though because we're in the studio together almost every day. And I'm still madly in love with him. Me being the biggest s*x addict ever is not helping me staying away from him.

'Okay ready? Let's go again.' I say. We're recording a song for our new album, or should I say trying to record a new song, cuz we all keep messing up.

We all start playing. About two minutes into the song Brian messes up a guitar solo.

'f**k s**t Jesus Christ.' He curses. I sigh. That's the 377289373792 time we messed up. What the f**k is wrong with today?

'How about we just take a break?' Roger asks.

'f**k yes.' John replies.

'Sure.' Brian says.

'Freddie, I need to find something in the back room, will you help me for a sec?' Roger asks. Oh God. I already know that I won't be able to control myself if I'm alone in a room with him.

'Uhh...okay.' I'm no fool. There's nothing in the back room Roger could possibly need...

I follow him out of the room we're currently in, through two doors, into the back room. It's dark, and all that's in here are a few boxes and a couch. He flicks on the lights. I swallow.

'So? What do you need?'

'You.' He turns around and faces me. I frown.

'Roger, I don't think...' I start, with a shaky voice.

'I know, and I tried to stay away from you, but I can't take it anymore. Please...' He grabs one of my hands and plays with it. I shiver at his delicate touch. He innocently and teasingly looks at me. I turn my head away and try to keep my s**t together. He pulls me closer to him, and places a gentle kiss on my jaw. I don't push him away, I can't get my arms to do it.

'Freddie...' he whispers in my ear. 'Please...I know you want it...' he wraps his arms around my neck. I softly moan at the sensation of his warm breath on my skin.

I'm just standing there, completely frozen, not knowing what to do. I know we can't avoid each other forever, but I also know that there's no way we can ever be together.

I turn my head to face Roger again, and look right into his big, blue puppy eyes. I drop my eyes to his delicious and kissable looking lips.

'Roger, we can't.'

'I know...' he whispers. I watch his lips move, wanting to press mine against them and pretending everything is fine. 'But I want to so bad. Feel what you do to me...' He leads my hand to his crotch, where I feel his rock hard c**k.

'Roger...don't test me...' I groan.

'Please Freddie...' he mumbles against my neck. 'They won't hear us.' He begs. I grin.

'Uhh, I don't know about that, Rog. Last time my neighbours called the next morning to ask if I murdered anyone the night before. That was awkward.' I giggle. Roger's cheeks turn a cute light pink colour.

'I promise I'll be quiet.' He looks into my eyes, and at that moment I know I can't refuse him anymore, so I decide to give in. What have I got to lose? A lot.

I pull him closer and softly squeeze his ass.

'God, you have no idea for how long I've been wanting to do that...'

'Mmm, Freddie...' Roger moans.

'Okay, we have to be quick, I don't want Brian walking in again.'

'Mm-hmm.' I look into his eyes, and then at his lips again. Before I know it and can stop him, he presses them against mine, feeling soft and warm. I wrap my arms around his waist, pulling him even closer and deepening the kiss. We start walking towards the little couch, the only piece of furniture in the room, while intensely making out. I roughly push him onto the couch. He smirks at me and bites his bottom lip. I straddle onto him and run my fingers through his hair, taking a moment to admire how f*****g gorgeous Roger looks.

'Freddie, hurry up, I can't wait longer...' He groans. I smirk.

'You know I can't resist making you beg a little, Rogie...' Before he can say anything, I kiss him again and softly moan into his mouth while I rock our hips together, feeling his boner pressed against mine, making me even harder if that's possible. I pull back for a second.

'Do you...have any lube?' I ask, breathing fast and heavily. Roger nods and pulls a little bottle out of his pocket.

'f*****g slut...' I smirk.

'I knew we weren't gonna be able to stay away from each other forever.' He casually says. He's right though. I knew it deep down. No matter how hard we'd try, there would be a point where neither of us could take it anymore.

'No, we weren't...' I whisper. I start unzipping his pants, which are almost impossible to take off since his c**k grew so much, but I manage to do it anyway and throw them on the ground. Roger takes my pants off too.

'Don't blow me first this time, I swear I'll f*****g c*m as soon as your tongue hits the tip.' I say. I know I won't last long anyway, I haven't done anything in three months.

'Aww, couldn't you even jerk off?' Roger teases.

'Roger, don't make fun of me, I'll f*****g kill you...' I groan as I give him a dark glare. I play with the waistband of his boxers and then pull them down, revealing his big, erect c**k. I softly moan at the sight of it and give it a quick stroke. Roger gasps, his eyebrows knitted together.

'Mmmm...I missed you...' he moans, while throwing his head back and shutting his eyes tightly.

'But you see me every day.'

'You know what I mean.' He grins. 'Now get out of these.' He eagerly pulls on the waistband of my boxers and takes them off, revealing my pulsating c**k.

'Jesus Christ Freddie..' he gives it a firm squeeze. I gasp, trying not to moan. 'How are you so big...' I already kind of mentally prepared myself that I was never gonna be intimate like this again with Roger, yet here we are. Deep down I knew that I wouldn't have enough control over myself to stay away from him for longer than this. And I'm loving every second of it. Roger wraps his arms around my neck and kisses me like his life depends on it. I wrap my legs around his waist and softly moan into his mouth at the sensation of our c***s touching. He pulls back and I just stare at him for a second, completely in love with everything I see.

'Get on your stomach Rog, we don't have forever.' He immediately does as I say. I feel my heartbeat rapidly building up. I've never been this f*****g horny. And that says something. So if anyone walks in right now, I'll break his neck. I barely even have the patience the prep Roger, but I know I have to since he is still new to this. I give his perky ass a little smack and then get the bottle of lube, pouring a generous amount on my fingers.

'Freddie..' Roger softly whimpers. He probably sensed my eagerness.

'Don't worry babe, I'll go slow.' I whisper. After I spread his legs a bit I slowly push one finger in. He gasps. I push it deeper. Another gasp along with some little noises. I can tell he's trying to keep quiet, but I doubt if he's gonna succeed. I wiggle my finger around a bit and then push a second one in, making scissor movements to stretch him out.

'Fuckfuckfuck...' he moans. I stop for a second.

'You okay?' He nods. 'Then shut up, if they catch us we're dead, and I don't want this to end yet. Not that I mind that you're loud by the way...' I grin.

'I hate you..' he breathes out.

' I know.' I whisper.

'Please don't stop...'

I continue prepping him, and after wiggling my two fingers around a bit I carefully push a third one in. Roger lets out a weak little cry, which almost sounds innocent.

'f**k, you're such a turn on like this Rog...' I push my fingers in as deep as I can, to make him let out more of those little cries and moans of pleasure.

'Agh, Freddie....Please...please f**k me...' he moans.

'Please f**k me what?'

'Please daddy...'

'Good boy.' I pull my fingers out. He whines a little at the emptiness and then gets on his hands and knees without me having to tell him to. My little slut grew up. I position myself behind him and pour a bunch of lube on my painfully stiff c**k. I slowly push the swollen tip into him and immediately feel an intense wave of pleasure shoot through my body. I'm definitely not gonna last as long as I want to today. But I can't c*m first when I'm top.

'f**k Roger...' I push in a little deeper and desperately try to keep quiet.

'Deeper daddy....' he moans. I don't hesitate a second and push further into him, feeling another wave of pleasure. I slowly start thrusting into him.

'Mmm Rog you feel so good around me...' I rapidly build up the speed of my thrusts, and soon I'm pounding into him, deeper and harder with each thrust.

'Freddie..' Roger cries out. I forget to care about the fact that he's loud as f**k and Brian and Deaky could hear us. All I care about right now is his ass feeling warm and tight around me. I wrap my arms around his waist and start jerking him off. 'Fuck..Freddie...' he moans. 'Harder.'

'Yeah? Want me to f**k you until you c*m?'

'Mmm yes please...' I thrust into him as deep as I can, and hit his sweet spot for the first time. Roger throws his head back.

'Aaah f**k! Right there!' I'm getting closer and closer to my climax every time he moans, but I also know that there's a really big chance the others will hear us if he continues like this. God, we should've just done the butterfly, I could've kissed him to shut him up. I hit his prostate a few more times, and Roger lets out weak little cries. Control yourself, Freddie, I think to myself. I don't want to c*m first but I doubt if that's gonna happen, we're only a few minutes into this, and I'm already at my edge. I slow down my thrusting a bit to last longer.

'Freddie..don't slow down...fuck...' As soon as those words leave his mouth all of my self-control is gone, and I immediately speed up a bit again and keep stroking Roger.

'I'm so close Rog....' I moan as I hit his sweet spot a few more times.

'Fuckkk...cum for me daddy..'

'You first...' I stutter. I slow down again, until I'm just thrusting into him with little bucks, desperately trying to hold back my climax. 'Come on Rog...'

'Ahh fuck..you're gonna make me cum...fuck me harder...' he moans. I speed up one more time and slam into his prostate. Then I completely stop thrusting and stroking him for a second, to stop his orgasm. And also tease him a bit.

'Freddie please! Let me cum...' he sounds like he's close to tears.

'Only if you promise me this won't be our last time...' I growl. It's taking me an enormous amount of control not to pound into him again, since I'm so close myself.

'I promise...please...' He says, barely audible. I start thrusting again, knit my eyebrows together and let my mouth fall open in a silent scream. I hit Rogers prostate one more time and he loudly moans in pleasure.

'Freddie!' He almost screams, as he cums all over my hand and the couch. After that, I can't help but to c*m too.

'Aagh, f**k babe...' I moan as I double over him and c*m inside of him. I just lay there for a second, catching my breath, and then pulling out of him and collapsing next to him on the couch.

'That was...' Roger starts. He doesn't finish his sentence, but just stares at me with a huge grin on his face.

'f**k, I know. And you said 'I promise I'll be quiet. Liar.' I smirk. 'Now we better get back there fast, before they come looking for us.' I say, pointing at the door of the room, in the direction of the main room Brian and Deaky are in. Roger nods. We both get up and put our clothes back on.

's**t, there's c*m all over that f*****g couch, we need to..' Roger starts. Then the door of the room opens and John stands there. I freeze.

'Hey what the f**k is taking you guys so...' he starts, then he spots the c*m on the couch.