Body Language. Queen

The Dominant One.

Roger's P.O.V.

We bustled into the house with hands full of bags that had food in them for the week, we knew that Freddie and Brian might not be back yet so expected an empty house.

Heaving the bags into the kitchen we set them down on the floor and decided to have a cup of tea before we started to put everything away.

I looked at him sneakily whilst his back was towards me, I smirked, we had the house to ourselves. It wasn't often that happened.

I for one, definitely wanted to make the most of it.

Deaky had still not heard anything from his parents since we told them the truth six weeks ago, he seemed to be over it, if they came to apologise then he would be fine, if they didn't, he would still be fine.

Our relationship has blossomed since he had the weight lifted from his shoulders, we were happier, in love and more intimate than ever.

Though...sex, was still an obstacle we need to jump over.

It's not that either of us had been avoiding it, we were still quite comfortable with all the handjobs and blowjobs that were exchanged.

But I still looked at him with burning desire and I visualised those sweet pleasure faces I would get from him.
I wanted it to happen.

If not right now, I still wanted to make the most of an empty house.

He was stirring the tea with his back still towards me, I sauntered over, wrapping my hands around his waist and putting my chin in the crook of his neck, kissing his sensitive skin, softly.

He breathed out quietly and let his head loll back.

"Listen to that..." I whispered.

"I can't hear anything." He replied, quietly.

"Exactly, no Fred, no Brian...just us..." I grinned, turning him around to face me.

There was a little smile on his face and a certain twinkle in his eyes.

"I don think we've ever had the house to ourselves..." he crooned.

"Ever...we should probably make the most of it. You never know when we'll get another time to make all the noise we want." I winked, biting my lip.

His eyes widened, "Roger Taylor! What on earth are you suggesting?"

"I'm suggesting we put this shopping away after." I held him close, our hips pressing together.

"After what?" He grinned devilishly.

"I'm not sure yet, maybe you should run upstairs. I'll join you in two minutes, then we'll see what happens." I leaned in close and kissed his smiling lips quickly before pulling away and leaving him yearning.

"Why two minutes?" He licked his lips, playing with the neck of my T-shirt.

I felt my body start to tingle in anticipation, "I have to do something. Besides, two minutes is enough time for you to be naked and waiting for me. Chop chop." I gently pushed him in the direction of the door and he disappeared towards the stairs after giving me a seductive look.

I could already feel myself getting hard and although I so desperately wanted to fuck him, I would still be happy with just the blowjob.

But just in case, I needed something.

I soon ran up the stairs too, eager to make the most of our time alone in the house but instead of going into John's room I went straight into Freddie's.

I rushed over to his bedside table drawer feeling slightly rude to be rummaging through his belongings but I was looking for one thing in particular that I knew he had.

And soon I had found what I was looking for.

I held the almost full bottle of lube in my hand, the prospect of what it could be used for making my heart thud.

Fred had not been needing this for a good few months, I'm sure he wouldn't mind me claiming it, right?

Either way, I shoved it into the back pocket of my jeans before heading over to John's room.

I knocked on the door softly, "Are you decent, darling?" I fought back a giggle.

"Not in the slightest..." I heard him say back, the tone of his voice alone almost making me buckle and break.

I pushed open the door and stepped in to his room, not seeing him anywhere.

Before I could spin around I felt him creep up behind me, he grabbed my hands and pinned them behind my back.

I grunted at his unexpected force as he hissed in my ear, "Walk forward."

He shoved me forward and I began to walk, "Somebody wants to take charge..." I teased, only getting rewarded with his hand gripping tighter around my wrists.

Deaky always started off appearing to be the dominant one, always giving me instructions and so...that was until he let his guard down and things turned hot did he start to beg.

He was a kinky bastard and he wasn't aware of it.

When he had walked me forwards and my knees were pushing against the bed he let my wrists out of his grip and let his hands wander to the bottom of my T-shirt, in one swift movement that useless garment of clothing was lying in a crumpled mess on the floor.

But he didn't stop there, still stood behind me he undid the button and zip on my jeans, pushing them down until they dropped and lay in a pool around my ankles.

I stepped out of them and span around to face him, his eyes were wild and he looked as needy as I felt.

I purposefully fell back on to the bed, grabbing his hand and pulling him with me where he fell on all fours over my body and my hungry eyes fell upon his obvious raging erection that was still being covered by his boxers.

He lifted my chin up with a finger making me look into his eyes, "My eyes are up here..." he smirked.

"But I want what's down there..." I nodded towards his cock and bit my lip playfully.

"Patience." He grinned.

I was in no mood for being patient nor fighting whatever he was doing to me and so without really noticing he had already wriggled me out of my boxers until I lay completely naked beneath him.