Secrets

Friday night

Freddie's POV

Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Please, John, don't get f*****g mad. He stares at the c*m on the couch. And then at me. And then at Roger. We're f*****g dead. He just rolls his eyes and raises his eyebrows.

'Really?' That's all? 'That explains all those noises. Clean that up before Brian finds it, because we all know he'll be mad. I won't say anything.' He walks away. What?? That could've gone a whole lot worse. I sigh in relief and look at Roger.

''I'll be quiet' you said. Liar.'

'Sorry, your fault.' He smirks.

'Oh, now it's my fault? You f*****g bastard.' I giggle. He innocently flutters his eyes. 'Come here, you cute little thing.' I grin. He smiles and melts into my arms. I bury my head in his neck and breathe in his scent.

'One day we'll figure it all out.' Roger whispers, referring to our situation together. I don't respond. 'One day' isn't soon enough for me. I want to be with my baby already, I don't care what anyone thinks.

'I don't care what Brian thinks, Rog. I...I just wanna be with you...' I say, as I pull back and look into his big blue eyes. He's so damn handsome, it should be illegal. He looks down at his feet.

'I wish it was that simple...' he mumbles. I sigh.

'Could you please stop being so unclear about it? There's obviously a problem, and you know you can tell me anything, right?'

'I'm sorry Freddie. But I promise there will be a day we're gonna be together, because I'm so madly in love with you...' He carefully looks up at me again. My heart makes a jump. That was the first time he actually used the term 'in love'. I already knew, cuz yeah, it's kind of obvious even though he once told me that he wanted to be with Dominique. I grin, grab his face with two hands and press my lips against his one more time before we have to go back to pretending everything is normal again for Brian. Well, one day he'll have to accept us. I place one more kiss on Roger's forehead before he runs off to the toilets to get paper towels to clean up the couch.

The rest of the day is kind of a blur. I keep trying to focus on my work, but no matter how hard I try my mind keeps wandering off to Roger. God, I could f**k him all day. We make eye contact every so often, and he'll smile at me with that adorable smile only he has.

'Hey, uhm...' I start, but Roger distracts me by quickly making eye contact with me again. I smirk at him. 'I..I have to go now. I have an appointment.' Not that we were really doing anything anymore anyway, we kind of gave up for today.

'Okay.' John says. Brian says nothing. He still seems to be a little off with me, even though it's months ago since he walked in on Roger and me. Maybe something else is bothering him too. I get up from my chair and take the long way around the room so that I walk past Roger. I look behind me, Brian and John are both distracted.

'Come over tomorrow night.' I quickly whisper in Roger's ear. I give his ass I little squeeze and then walk to the front door.

'Bye Freddie!' John calls.

'Bye!' I say as I look behind me one more time. Roger stares at me with flushed cheeks and a tiny little smirk.

Roger's POV

It's 10 pm on a Friday night, today is the day Freddie invited me over. Of course I couldn't decline, even though I know he just wants to f**k and I'd be taking a risk if I said yes. Yet here I am, in front of Freddie's house, about to ring the bell. I'm debating whether or not I should ring it or just go back home. But I want to see Freddie so bad... I always do. But even more today. Dominique is in a horrible mood, and I hate being around her more than I normally already do today. I told her some stupid excuse for leaving tonight, which I don't think she actually believed, to be honest.

My finger flies to the bell and rings it before I even realize. I wait a few seconds before Freddie swings the door open and looks at me with a big smirk.

'God Freddie, get that incredibly smug look off your face.' I giggle. I can't help but let my eyes travel up and down his shirtless body. Damn, he looks good. As always.

'Well, hello to you too.' He laughs. 'Come in.'

'Nah, I'd rather stay outside here all night.' I joke.

'Jesus, you're not even drunk yet and you're already horrible. Do I have to make you come in?'

'No, daddy.' I innocently flutter my eyes at him, step into his house and hand up my coat with my back facing him.

'You're playing with fire, babe.' He walks up behind me until I can feel his hot breath on my neck. 'You know I can't control myself around you...' He whispers in my ear. I haven't even been here for a full minute and the s****l tension is already way too thick.

'But I don't want you to.' I turn around to face him. His face mere inches away from mine. Freddie slightly raises his eyebrows, as if he's saying 'may I?'

'Not yet Freddie, waiting makes it better. You know that.' I smirk at him. God, I don't think I've ever smirked at someone so many times as I have at Freddie in the last few months. He rolls his eyes.

'But I missed you...' he whines.

'Babe, it's only two days ago since last time.' I giggle.

'That's two days too much.' I start laughing, but Freddie shuts me up by grabbing my face and crashing his lips onto mine, passionately exploring every inch of my mouth. I shiver with pleasure and tightly shut my eyes. Freddie's touch does something magical to me, it makes me feel high, like I could eat a star. I've never felt this way with anyone else. 

Freddie pulls back but keeps our foreheads pressed together. I slowly open my eyes.

'I'm so happy you're here..' He whispers. I'm at a loss for all words, so I just smile at him. 'God, do you know how cute you look when you smile?' He says, and I start giggling like a little girl.

'You want a drink?' He asks, as he walks to his living room. I follow him.

'Uhm, why do you even ask, hell yeah.' I let my eyes fall on that perky ass of his as he walks to the drawer he keeps his alcohol in. I have to try really hard not to give it a squeeze, just to hear his little squeak of surprise. I sit down on his couch and Freddie returns with three bottles, two with whiskey and one with vodka, and two glasses.

'What would you like, darling?' Your d**k. Duh.

'Whiskey, please.'  He pours a generous amount into both of the glasses and hands one to me. 

'Cheers babe.' He sits down next to me and clings our glasses together. I stare into his eyes as I drink the whole thing down in 0.03 seconds. I sigh in satisfaction. This is exactly what I need right now. Freddie licks his lips after finishing his glass, and I watch his tongue slip out of his mouth. God, he knows just how to trigger me. 

'Remember that one time back when we still had that stall on Kensington market and you accidentally made f*****g tea out of m*******a?' I laugh, trying to focus my attention on something else than his delicious looking lips. 

'Oh honey, don't even get me f*****g started!' He exclaims. It was about five years ago when Smile still existed and Freddie and Brian and Tim lived together in a small ass flat with two other guys (there were only supposed to live three people in the damn thing, so if the landlady came three of us would hide in one of the bedrooms.) Of course we didn't have any money so we would buy the cheapest kind of m*******a, which was mixed with tea, and we would separate it ourselves. But one time someone just threw it on the table without separating it, and Freddie thought it was just tea. When we found him...well...no. He was so f*****g high... Sometimes I wish I could go back to those days, even though we didn't have any money, everything was just so easy and fun.

. . .

It's hours, and many glasses of whiskey and vodka, later, I think about three in the morning. Freddie and I are lying on his bed, drunk as f**k, kind of half cuddling and laughing about literally everything.

'Let's play a game.' Freddie says, as he rolls over and straddles on top of me. 'We're gonna ask each other questions, and we have to answer them honestly.' I take a moment to admire how gorgeous Freddie looks right now, with his messy hair and all happy and drunk. And of course still shirtless. He looks best like this if you ask me.

'Like truth or dare?' I ask, knowing that this is obviously a way for him to ask me dirty questions. But of course I don't mind that. At all.

'Yes, but without dare.'

'Okay...you first.' I say. He bites his bottom lip and tilts his head a bit.

'Hmmm, let's start easy. Tell me about your first kiss.' He says. I start laughing.

'Oh. My. God. You don't even want to know...'

'Yes, I do. What can be so bad about a kiss Rog?'

'A lot. Okay..so...I was seven and...' I start

'Oh God....' Freddie giggles.

'I told you it was gonna be bad. Now shut up and let me finish. So one afternoon I was playing truth or dare with two of my best friends, and at one point we ended up at one of their houses. We were sitting in my friend's bedroom and his brother, who was eleven by the way, and a friend of his was there too. So... oh God, my friend dared me to snog his brother. For ten seconds.' I start laughing again, thinking back at it. Yes, that actually happened. Why my stupid ass thought that was a good idea...I don't know to this day.'

'No you didn't!' Freddie almost screams, while laughing loudly.

'Yes I did, and the damn boy wasn't even cute...God, why did I say yes to that...and I also don't know what the f**k I was doing with my tongue, we started kissing or whatever and he pulled back and said 'Jesus you have to use your tongue, we're supposed to be snogging.' It was the weirdest s**t ever.' I cover my face with my hands and try to stop laughing so hard, cuz it's not f*****g funny. A/N That's actually how my first kiss went. I was seven and I snogged my friend's 11-year-old brother. For ten seconds. I know. What the f**k is wrong with me. SO f*****g CRINGY LMFAO. But I mean everybody has an embarrassing truth or dare story so don't judge me. 

'That sounds like the worst first kiss you could possibly imagine. You're f*****g weird, you know that?' Freddie laughs. Ugh, he looks so beautiful like this. He's so pretty when he's happy. 'I always thought I was the first guy you kissed.' He pulls a semi-sad face.

'You were the first guy I kissed because I actually wanted to, not because of some stupid game. Okay, my turn.' I quickly change the subject, because talking about kissing is making me want to kiss him, but I know that if we start now we wouldn't be able to stop and I'm just starting to like this game.

'Go ahead.' Freddie smirks.

'Uhh, what's the most inappropriate place you've ever had s*x?'

'Naughty boy. Oh god, do I have to tell the truth?' He laughs and covers his face with his hands.

'Jesus, yes, you made that rule up.'

'Ugh, f**k. This is really bad. So...Uhh..I once had s*x at school. In a classroom.'

'With...?' I giggle.

'f**k you. With my history teacher.'

'Oh my god...Male or female?'

'Male.' He smirks.

'How old were you?' I need to know everything now.

'Uhmm...16 I think.'

'And...how old was your teacher?'

'40 or something. I don't remember.' He casually says. I let my mouth fall open and stare at him in shock.

'Jesus Christ Freddie..did...did anyone find out?'

'Uhh, I hope not. Stop looking at me like that Rog, I couldn't help it. He was f*****g hot and he started. Damn he looked good that day, he was wearing this...' He says as he shuts his eyes tightly and knits his eyebrows together, like he's completely reliving it. I cut him off.

'I don't care what he was wearing. So...were you bottom or...?'

'Yeah, duh. He was the teacher.' Freddie smirks.

'You a bottom?' I giggle. As far as I know, he always tops, and I like the idea of a little 16-year-old Freddie being f****d by a teacher more than twice his age. It's f*****g inappropriate but that makes it even better. I blush a little at these thoughts.

'Yes...' Freddie slightly tilts his head. 'Why are your cheeks flushed, Roger? Are you a little aroused?' Freddie giggles. I am, and the fact that Freddie is still sitting on top of me, with his ass on my crotch is not making it any better. He slowly starts to rub his ass against my semi-hard c**k. I softly whine.

'Kiss me, babe.' I whisper. Freddie's face turns a little more serious.

'You know we wouldn't be able to stop because you're a horny little b***h when you're drunk.' He runs his fingers through my hair.

'Says the one who's sitting on top of my c**k, telling me stories about how his history teacher f****d him.' I raise my eyebrows at him. 'Oh, and you were also the one who made me promise last time wouldn't be the last time...'

'And you're the one who has a girlfriend...' f**k. Once again I'm reminded of how much easier my life would be if Dominique wouldn't be in it.

'And you're the one who invited me over to fuck.' Freddie just gives me a dark glare. 'Just kiss me please.' I try to convince him by looking at him with a sad puppy face.

'Oh stop that Rog, you're f*****g evil, don't try to put on an innocent face now. You're about to cheat on your girlfriend for the fourth time.' He playfully slaps my cheek.

'About to? So...?' I smirk.

'Patience babe, I wanna ask you more questions.' I roll my eyes.

'Patience my ass, I can't help it that you look so good tonight.'

'I always look good.' Freddie says, with a dead serious face.

'Shut up, you arrogant jerk.' I laugh as I grab his waist to roll him over so that I'm on top of him now.

'Ohh, are you angry now because I won't let you f**k me?' He teases. I blush a little. 'You know waiting makes it better in the end. You're own words.'

'I. Don't. Care. Freddie.' I stare into his eyes, which have an incredible naughty glint in them. 'I told you earlier, get that incredibly smug look off your face.'

'Stop acting like a 4-year-old who doesn't get to have his candy. Okay, my turn to ask you a question.'

'Screw you and your stupid questions.' I mumble.

'Yeah, I bet you'd like to screw me, hmm?' He laughs, as he rubs my thighs. I sharply breathe in through my nose at the feeling of his hands on my legs.

'You're not making this easy for me Freddie..' I groan. He just pretends he doesn't hear me.

'With how many people was your biggest orgy?' He asks, as he

'I've never even had a threesome..' I mumble. Freddie's face drops.

'What!?' He exclaims. 'Never? You're missing out, babe.'

'No...don't judge me, it's not my fault that you're the biggest slut ever and I'm not.' I laugh.

'Oh now I'm the slut? I've never cheated on my partner, you have.'

'Could you for one minute shut up about me and Dominique? You should be grateful I decided to cheat on her with you, otherwise you'd be sitting here all alone right now, wishing I was with you.' I stare at him and try to not burst out into laughter. Not that it's really funny or anything, but I'm just in that drunk stage where everything is funny, especially the things that aren't even that funny.

'I...I have nothing to say to that.' Freddie giggles. He grabs my shirt and pulls me down until my face is about an inch away from his. 'I'm so happy that you're here...' he mumbles against my lips.

'I know. You said that earlier.'

'Aren't you happy to be here?' He asks, sounding a little hurt.

'Of course I am, you don't even have to ask me that.' I give his nose a little kiss. He reaches his arms around my body and softly squeezes my ass.

'God Freddie..' I growl in his ear. 'You drive me crazy.' He places a gentle kiss on my neck and gives me little love bites. I feel a weak wave of arousal shoot through my body at the feeling of his hands on my ass and his lips on my body. Then he suddenly stops what he's doing and pushes me back up to sitting on top of him. He lets his eyes rest on my c**k through my pants, which is rock hard by now, for a second before looking up at me again with a smirk.

'Freddiiieeee...' I groan. 'You're a f*****g tease.'

'So...would you ever do a threesome?' He asks, proceeding the question and answer game we were just doing, ignoring me and my hard c**k.

'I think so...if I'm drunk enough.' I laugh. He raises an eyebrow.

'With who?'

'You, duhh, and... I don't know...' Freddie starts smirking again and plays with the waistband of my pants.

'Come one, tell me, is there anyone else you like?' His smirk fades a bit. 'Oh wait, of course, I already know that, it's...' I cut him off.

'Don't even say her name, Freddie. I don't wanna hear it.'

'Okay...So would you want to f**k her while I'm watching? Or would you want us to f**k while she's watching?' He talks like it's the most normal thing in the world.

'No! I don't want her to have anything to do with it.' I exclaim. He raises his eyebrows.

'I'd assume that...' I cut him off again.

'No. Now let's stop talking about her. By the way, why would you want anyone to watch you have s*x anyway? That's f*****g awkward.' I giggle.

'Oh honey, you're so innocent.' He pulls me down onto him again with the hand that's still playing with the waistband of my pants and roughly kisses me without a warning. He softly chews on my bottom lip and I open my mouth to let his tongue slide in. I moan into his mouth and he lets his fingers run through my hair. I press my whole body against his and deepen the kiss, but before things turn too serious and hot I pull back. He doesn't admit it because that would, of course, hurt his ego, but I can see from his facial expression that he's disappointed. I smirk a little as I feel his rapidly harder growing c**k pressing against my ass.

'So...how big was your biggest orgy?' I ask him. He thought it was fun to tease me earlier, so I'm doing the same thing to him right now. He groans a little in annoyance and mumbles something I can't hear clearly as he turns his head to the side.

'What?'

'Seven..' He looks at me again and bursts into laughter at my facial expression.

'Freddie!' I exclaim. 'I thought you having s*x with a teacher 3 million times your age was bad, but this is...' I shake my head and let mouth fall open in shock. 'How the f**k does that even work?'

'Pffff, I don't know...it doesn't work. Just...a lot of double penetration...We were all too drunk to make it work anyway.' I frown.

'...double penetration?'

'Yeah, you know, two d***s in one ass.' God, this is getting better and better every second. That was sarcastic if you didn't get that already.

'What the..' I shake my head. 'That's not even possible. How can an asshole stretch that far?' I giggle, with flushed cheeks. I feel slightly uncomfortable. Because I mean, what the f**k. I knew Freddie was bad, but this bad...

'Just being a big slut all the time.' He smirks. I tilt my head a bit.

'So are you a big slut?'

'What? You mean were there two c***s in my ass?' He grins. I slowly nod.

'Yes.' He says. That's it. I'm done. This guy is absolutely mad. I don't respond, but just sharply breathe in through my nose and stare at him. 'Oh, I love that you're so shocked right now. Little innocent boy.' He sits up with a smirk so that his face is at my level and I'm sitting in his lap. He runs his hand up my inner thigh and purposely misses my boner.

'Okay, enough teasing now.' I pull him closer to me and wrap my arms around him, to make his hard c**k to press against mine. God, I'm so horny. I'm always hornier when I'm drunk, so being with Freddie while I'm drunk is a very dangerous combination. I know we're taking a big risk, or at least I am, because I don't have a good excuse to tell Dominique for staying away all night. But we've already gone this far, I can't mentally and physically stop right now. And if I really didn't want to I wouldn't have come here in the first place. Freddie runs his fingers through my hair and grabs the back of my head to pull me closer to him. I feel his heavy breath on my skin.

'Please stay tonight...' He whispers. I know I can't. I know I shouldn't. But all I can do is nod and let him kiss me. I run my fingers through his chest hair, unzip his pants and push him down onto the bed again.

'Oh no no no no no, did really think you were gonna top?' He says as he rolls me over so he's on top again.

'Yes.' I simply say as I roll him over again. I'm topping tonight, and there's nothing he can do about that. 'You shouldn't have told me all those hot ass stories in which you were bottom if you wanted to top today.'

'You're eviler than I thought.' He smirks.