#deacury imagine

[guiltypleasurefandomface]

Because I LIVE to re-introduce old tropes from fandoms past to new fandoms...

I'm thinking of that trope where someone has a spell put on them to make everyone fall in love with them. Either it's a consequence of a badly worded spell, or a monkeys paw kind of situation where what you wish for and what you get are 2 different things, or just a curse from a mean witch....

Either way it usually starts off kind of funny and turns into a living hell as the person can't go anywhere without being chased by a mob. And the idea is, of ALL The people effected by the spell, there's one person who is not affected at all because they are already in love with the person.

So, what I'm trying to figure out, is which of Queen would be the bemobbed person, and which would be the one secretly in love with them?

As a Maylor girl at heart, and the fact that Roger is already a beautiful person a lot of people flocked to, he would make the perfect person to be mobbed because it could be like a slow thing. It starts off as people getting just a bit more flirty than usual and he loves it. And then he can't go about his day. And then he's Beatlemania chased down the road. And then he's stuck in his flat like it's a zombie apocalypse outside. And the funny thing would be even Freddie and John would be effected. Freddie giving Roger an extra BIG cup of tea, the biggest they could find, and John, sweet fresh faced John offering to help carry the drum kit into and out of places.

And then Brian's like his normal self. And it's a relief to Roger and he just thinks Brian's unaffected because he's above the power of magic... Until Roger realises WHY Brian is unaffected by the spell.

BUT how about the other way around? Brian gets a sudden influx of attention. And at first it's flattering. And then it gets wierd. And again, Freddie and John are affected. Again, Freddie with a BIG cup of tea and maybe very smutty compliments, and John's there ready to do any repairs on any broken electronics Brian might have and he's offering to tinker with the Deacy Amp to make it sound even better!!

And Roger is not affected... which also means he's getting jealous of Brian getting attention but it works in his favour because when it starts getting crazy, it's Roger he flocks to.

And then Brian figures out why Roger is not affected.

I don't think you'd get the same flavour of humour if it was Freddie, and I coudln't imagine doing that to John because, well, not to sound insulting, his personality would make it hard to imagine it, but also, whilst I read Joger and Deacury (Why did I forget that for a second???), writing it is SO difficult. But imagine the scathing looks he gives to Brian whose trying to win his affections with, like, electronics magazines and cheese on toast.

[xtrashmammalstefx]

Jesus (A Deacury Fluff/ Smut)

Part 9 of The Queen Repertoire

Warnings: Language, smut

Notes: This will contain same sex love and overall homosexual/ lgbtq+  themes. If you don’t like that well... tough titties! Go follow another blog, nobody cares!

I've always been a reserved kind of man. People made me nervous, stemming from my childhood when the lads at school would give me shit about my size and stature; I've always been rather small and slender compared to most.

As I got older music became more and more of a  beacon of hope for me. Every time I picked up my bass guitar and started plucking at the strings I felt a weight lift and suddenly felt I could breathe easier. It was almost as though my guitar kept telling my anxiety to fuck right off back to hell, the bloody demon.

When I went away to London for school my anxiety grew worse but I managed as best I could. I tried venturing out at night and at one point wound up at a local disco. It is there I met my first real friend; a blonde haired drunkard named Roger. Trying my best to be friendly I answered every question he asked and when I mentioned I played bass he grew wide eyed ( a feat I didn't think was possible since his eyes were naturally big and round, as though he were a blue eyed cherub). He then asked me if I would be willing to audition for his band. I figured what have I to lose? Besides it would make music an even bigger part of my life which meant my bloody demons could stay away longer.

So we arranged a day, time, and a place.

The following week I went to Imperial College and made my way to the lecture room where the band was holding the auditions. I was shaking horribly. The annoying voice in my head that was always with me kept whispering at me. And as I got closer the voice grew louder. You're rubbish mate. They'll probably have a listen and tell you they'll call you but instead leave you hanging. Or worse they'll tell you you're garbage and tell you not to let the door hit you in arse on the way out.

It. Was. Maddening!

By the time I was a couple feet from the door the voice was screaming at me. My breathing was rapid and I felt like I would break. I used to have panic attacks when I was a kid and it had been years since the last one. I knew the feeling though and knew I had to stop and sit down before I faint. I leaned against the wall and slid down until I was seated on the floor.

I was working on trying to slow my breath and silencing that bloody voice when suddenly there were a pair of legs standing in front of me. I followed them up to the most beautiful being I had ever seen. The man had long dark hair, tan skin, a bone structure that seemed to have been carved by  Michelangelo himself, and he peered down at me with dark concerned eyes.

“Are you alright there, darling?” he asked. My breathing was still a little fast and ragged but not as bad as before.

“I-It's nothing I haven't dealt with before,” I said.

He nodded but continued to look at me worried. “Are you here for the audition?” I nodded. “And is it that that's caused this?” He motioned at me. I nodded again. He sighed and brought his hand to my cheek. “Darling, no matter what happens today I doubt it'll be anything compared to the pain of regret you will have if you decided not to go in there and shine. I promise you everyone in there is family, and won't tree you as anything less.”

My breathing finally slowed to a normal rhythm. The voice was rendered silent and I felt a great amount of peace. “Who are you?”

He smiled. “Freddie Mercury, darling,” he said. “Or at least I will be.” He held his hand out to me. “Now are you ready to change your life? Or did you want to stay out here and let your life pass you by?”

I breathed a sigh of relief and placed my hand in his. I picked up my bass and followed him inside.

“You're late,” said a tall lad sitting at one of the desks.

“Just doing a good deed Bri, no need to get snippy at me,” Freddie said taking his place among Bri and Roger. In introduced myself to Freddie and Bri and took my bass out. I played some songs from my former band and gave them my all. Freddie was the one who welcomed me into the band, once they'd deliberated. “You're playing is brilliant and your dance moves are definitely what this band needs.”

I smiled and hugged the shit out of the man.

We played a few gigs at the local pub and eventually decided we wanted to record an album. That album led to a record deal, which led to a tour, which led to more records, and eventually the whole world knew our name.

As time passed my feelings for Freddie grew. They continued to grow until I felt something that at the time was seen as vile among the assholes of the world; something a lot of people had to keep under wraps for fear of being killed. I was in love with him.

Sure he had Mary, the love of his life, and I had Ronnie but no matter how hard I tried there was no stopping it.

Then one night it happened.

We were a few days away from starting on our fifth record. I was married and a father. More importantly I was happy, and the voice that had taunted me that day all those years ago had never returned. We just finished another tour and were taking a week long break to relax before getting back to the studio. Two days into the break Ronnie got a call from her mum saying that her father was ill, so she took the baby and went to see him for a few days.

I was home alone the following night when there was a knock on the door. I went to answer it and found Freddie in tears. “Fred...what?”

“Mary left me,” he cried.

“Oh dear,” I sighed and moved aside to let him in. I closed the door and escorted him to the sitting room, sitting him down on the sofa. “What happened?”

Not going to lie. The lads and I knew there was something going on between him and Mary for quite some time now but we didn't want to pry.

“I-If I tell you something will you promise not to hate me?” Freddie said, almost begging.

“I could never hate you Fred,” I said. “I promise.”

He sniffed back a few tears and took a deep breath. “I-I'm gay Deaky.”

He looked at me expectantly but honestly... I had a feeling he was...we all did. For years we had believed that Fred was special, and would just come out when he was ready. Besides who am I to judge? I, a closeted bi-sexual in love with a man who just came out as gay. “D-Did you know?” he asked when I said nothing.

“I had a feeling,” I said. “Doesn't change how I feel about you though. I love you Fred...I'll always love you.”

Freddie broke down crying again and I wrapped my arms around him. I held him and let him sob, all the while cooing him and trying my best to sooth him. I kissed the tops of his head, tears now leaving my own face. Very slowly and nervously I brought my lips down to his cheek. Freddie froze at this.

“W-What are you doing?” he asked. I brought my hand to his cheek.

“You saved my life once,” I said. “And ever since then I've looked at you and seen an angel. Eventually I found out that not only do you exist but that one can indeed fall in love with an angel.” His eyes grew wide. “I love you Fred.”

I kissed his cheek again.

“I'm so in love with you it bloody hurt to think you might never really be mine,” I brushed my nose with his. “You're the love of my life Fred...and I'd rather die than go another day without saying so and doing this.”

I crashed my lips to his.

At first he didn't do anything. Just sat there frozen but then I felt him wrap his arms around me and he kissed back.

After a while we pulled back. “I love you too, Deaky.”

I smiled at that and stood up holding out my hand. He took it and I led him upstairs to the guest room. Once inside I brought my lips back to his and led him to the bed. I'd never done it with a man but I always imagined it feeling just as brilliant.

Once the clothes were gone we took turns. We kissed and touched. He would be inside me for a while and then I would be inside of him. Eventually, we both moaned loudly and released.

Sweaty and breathless we laid there holding one another. “So what happens now?” Fred asked. “I don't exactly want this...well I mean I do want this but...you know how the world will see it.”

“Fuck the world,” I said.

“And what about Ronnie and the baby?” Freddie asked. “I-I don't want to hurt them. I love them both too much to ever...”

“Ronnie already knows how I feel about you,” I said. “She's known for a while now but still loves me nonetheless and refuses to leave me to be killed by the press like a common criminal. I told her it was okay that she needn't stay and pretend. But she said she loved me, and I honestly love her and the baby.”

“So you'll stay with them then,” Freddie said. “I won't have it any other way. Freddie Mercury does not break families. Not now, not ever.”

“Then I guess this will have to be enough,” I said peppering his face and lips with kisses. “You, and me...together...for as long as we both shall live.”

“I do love having a romantic getaway every now and then,” he smiled.

We laughed and got to having another round. Then as we laid there peacefully being pulled into sleep I thought back to an old song of ours and how in a way those words were true, for us at least.

Then came a man before His feet he fell Unclean said the leper and rang his bell Felt the palm of a hand touch his head Go now go now you're a new man instead

I was indeed a new man after meeting Fred, a changed man, a better man. And I know that no matter what may come he will always be a part of me.

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[warriorteam1924]

Too much love could kill you (part 1)

John Deacon x Freddie Mercury 

Author’s note :  Hi everyone !! This writing is for Deacury Week 2019. It is supposed to fit in the theme : 'The hardest thing he’d ever done’. Thanks a lot to @nightoftheland​ for hosting this event, this is great !! I love the fandom so much !! Anyways, I hope you like it. Please also note English is not my first language, so please forgive my mistakes. Enjoy and as always, thanks a lot in advance for the feedback. Part 2 should arrive during the week (hopefully lol) 

Warnings : None, except my poor writing. 

Summary : The recording of Liar and John thinking about Freddie

Words count : 1,683 words

Tagging : @binkyisonline ( I hope it’s still okay for you ^^)

John was trying his best but it was really hard. But when Freddie was asking for something it was really hard for him to say no. John could not sing. The others had understood that, it seemed. But Freddie had been thinking about this for such a long time. He wanted the band to be musically almost perfect. Roger could reach the highest falsettos and Brian could sing during the chorus. Both of them had written songs as well. Of course Freddie was always inspired, always having a note book near, to make sure he could write anything that would come to mind. Yet, John was merely playing bass. The lead singer was not denying the bassist was truly talented, but he wanted him to get a little bit of attention as well. As a result, when writing the song Liar, he had thought about John.

Freddie had first of all wanted a solo. A bass solo for John. He had wanted the bass guitarist to shine on the record. Brian’s solos were great for sure, but even if it was their very first album, the lead singer wanted diversity. He wanted to show the world their band was not like any other rock band. Their style was theirs, their style was Queen.

“Okay, Deaky. What we are going to do, for the video, is have you sing with me.”, Freddie said.

“What? No, Fred.... I can’t.....”

“John, you’re not going to hide behind me all the time.... I’m sure the audience will love it, darling.”, the lead singer carried on.

“But....”, Deaky tried to say.

“Nope. No but darling. You’re going to sing with me and it’s going to be lovely.”, Freddie interrupted him.

John looked at him, not knowing what to say. Freddie smiled at him, which made John’s heart melt. With his band mates, the lead singer had been honest. His teeth were a problem for him, so he tried not to show them too much. So when he was actually smiling, they all took it as a gift. Since he saw the sweetest smile on earth, John grinned as well, nodding to his band mate. After all, he trusted him.

All was set up, and the four members of the band were very well dressed. Freddie was literally shining, as if he had glitters on this black shirt. Those pants fitted his body perfectly, bringing its shape out very pleasantly. John was feeling a little ill at ease with his bow, but all the others had reassured him, saying the youngest looked terrific as well.

“Okay, darling, I’m going to show you what I expect from you.”, Freddie gestured towards John. The latter looked at his hand, shining as well with this silvery glove.

Still unable to answer properly, as he was feeling he was already heavily blushing, John nodded. Freddie explained he wanted some kind of motion between the two of them. When Freddie would say a sentence, John would answer ‘All day long’, even if he was not really singing in the mic they would share for this moment.

They would be filming the whole song several times, until all of the members would be happy with the performance. John was really ill at ease at first, mainly trying to focus on his bass guitar and trying to forget the feeling Freddie was giving him when he was so close to him. When he was looking at the lead singer, his heart was beating faster and he did not understand why. Well, he knew why, but it was still to hard to admit it to himself. Roger was dating so many girls and Brian was looking at some too. Fred was really opened with his sexuality, but as for John. He was still unsure of what he was looking for in a partner. But one thing was sure, it was not possible to feel indifferent about Freddie Mercury.

Eventually, John tried to relax and let his inner self express. After all, he was a member of the band as well, his bass solo was amazing and he was really well dressed. The three other, more particularly Freddie was really enthusiastic about all of this. Seeing the latter move this way around him was quite inspiring and John could at last play the game. Freddie was pleasantly surprised. This was exactly what he was looking for. A real harmony between the two of them. Only the two of them, for once. The video was going to be perfect. When watching the last takes with Roger and Brian, they all concluded they had everything they needed to have the video clip they needed for their brand new song. After all, it was their first album, and Queen deserved the best, at every level.

After this great filming session, they all headed to a little and cheap bar, merely to celebrate. They were all having a nice moment and John could not be happier. It could appear weird, but he had the feeling he had made Freddie proud and it was all that mattered at that very moment. He was smiling and laughing, merely trying not to think too much and enjoy this moment. Eventually, Roger left with a girl he had just met and the three other were perfectly aware of the fact he would certainly break her heart in the morning. Brian also took his leave off the other two, saying he wanted to wander a little and watch the sunset, making Freddie laugh. The guitarist was aware his love for stars and other galaxies made him look weird to his band mates sometimes, but now he could not care less.

Freddie and John were left on their own then. John had the feeling the last glass of alcohol was probably the one too many. But he was with his band mate, his friend. And he was feeling good. Eventually, Fred proposed they could go to his place before the night would come. Despite the fact he was maybe a bit drunk, John agreed, again feeling his heart beat faster as he was walking in the streets side by sides with Freddie.

When in his flat, they both made themselves comfortable and Freddie asked John if he could come to his bedroom with him. John quietly sat on the edge of the bed, waiting, quite anxiously. Freddie opened his huge walk in wardrobe and began to take clothes out of it, putting some on the floor, some on the bed. Deaky frowned a little, not understanding what was happening.

“Okay, darling, I trust you and I need your advice to pick clothes.”, Freddie announced. John looked at him with round eyes, but he felt his heart had stopped for a second when the lead singer said he trusted him.

“Okay, Fred, I’m all yours.”, he replied, without realizing this answer might have been a little awkward in this very situation.

Freddie was putting clothes in front of him and was trying to make shoes match as well. Deaky was trying his best to be a good adviser but he was focused on his friend’s hair,

shining and swinging as he was moving like a model to show his clothes. John was looking at him. He was thinking again about how some people had treated the lead singer so badly because of his jaw. Back then, John had been way to shy to stand up for his friend, even if the latter had never needed help to remain confident. How could someone ever say Freddie Mercury was not a beautiful person ? On this inside and on the outside ?

Just like any other human being, John had obviously noticed his friend quite predominant jaw. But now, when staring at his profile, he was thinking about a god. His features were strong and soft at the same time, it was hard to explain. Even if people still were reluctant about his teeth, John thought they merely had to look at Fred's eyes to understand. His brown eyes were stunning to him and just like the songs he could write, they could express many a feeling. And this body was nothing but pure perfection. Again, Deaky was thinking about a god descended upon earth. Freddie's personality could also appear dashing to strangers or to the audience, but the bassist knew now who the lead singer was really deep inside. The most sensitive and probably the most understanding human being he had ever met in his entire life. And most importantly, Deaky was at ease with Fred.

Just like he was at this moment, now at ease on his bed, watching him change his clothes to find the perfect one. Eventually, after the whole wardrobe had been tried on, both of them seemed satisfied with Freddie's look.

"You look stunning Fred, as always….", John stated.

"I could think of no one else but you for this job.", Freddie replied, applying a little bit of makeup on his eyes, making him look even more beautiful to John.

"Are you celebrating something…. ?", John asked, suggesting his band mate would be satisfied with his performance when recording the video.

"When if a date is a celebration, then yes….", the other carried on.

"A date ? ", the bassist repeated as he was again feeling his heart beat faster.

"Yes, darling, I'm sure Peter will love this look….", Freddie replied, putting his jacket upon his shoulders.

"Peter….", John echoed. At the very moment, he felt his heart breaking. Freddie was going on a date and it was not with him. Deep inside he was devastated, but he tried not to show it.

"Make yourself at home and don't worry for the mess darling, I will have someone clean this up tomorrow….Wish me good luck !!! " the singer concluded as he exited.

"Good luck…", John whispered, still crushed, trying to prevent tears from falling.

John had faced many difficult event in his life, including the loss of his father. But saying those words to Freddie was certainly the hardest thing he had ever done.

[britealatte]

John Deacon Crackhead Headcanon

John opened his eyes and felt Freddie presence beside him. He looked over and smiled, cuddling up to him. However, he saw a glint in his eye. Looking over he saw his crackpipe sitting on the dresser. He tried to resist the urge, but he couldn’t help wanting to smoke a little 8:00 am crack.

Getting up, he tried not to awake Freddie. He got out of bed and lit up his crackpipe, and started smoking it, blowing the smoke out the window. Suddenly, John started to open up all of the drawers on the dresser, and all of the drawers in the closet. He then took all of the clothes out of the drawers and he scrunched them to spell out the word “fuck bitches get money.”

Freddie woke up upon hearing broken things. He shot up, just to see John doing somersaults all around the room. “Not again, john!!”

[thosequeenboys]

Friday afternoon musing that I decided to write down and publish. I think this is a head cannon or imagine but I’m not sure wtf it is so forgive me.

Brian enters the pub slightly out of breath and walks over to Roger seated at a table.

Roger: (looks up at Brian from beer he’s sipping): What took you so long?

Brian: misplaced my wallet. Checked at home. Realized it was at the studio. Went back. Um...Freddie was there.

Roger: Whoa, it’s late. He must have been working on something intensely. (Starts drumming on the table in time to the music playing).

Brian: Yeah. Um ....John was there too.

Roger: (Nods and spaces out listening to the music as he sips his beer.)

Brian: (trying to make deliberate eye contact with Roger). They were BOTH working on something, ah, intensely. They were in PERFECT rhythm.

Roger: (looks at Brian, semi-interested and raises an eyebrow)

Brian: Let’s just say they weren’t playing their, um, usual instruments. And we can no longer consider Deacy the quiet member of the band.

Roger: 😮

[amedawg18]

Screenshot of this Twitter post by @MirandaKeeling:

Man 1 walking behind me in Tottenham: Feels end of days.

Man 2: Yes.

Man 1: So I might as well tell you.

Man 2: What?

Man 1 (inhales): That I love you.

Long pause.

Man 1: You don’t feel the same.

Man 2: Of course I do you silly sausage I’m just trying not to cry.

IMAGINE YOUR OTP! Seriously, please write fic!

[youngsweetdisaster]

“I went out looking for love when I was seventeen maybe a little too young, but it was real to me”

I’m a huge fan of leezello and especially that au where they are the sons of deacury and maylor from @bohemian-rhapsody-slash ‘s blog. it always melts my heart. (as you have probably already noticed cause I reblog a lot from there)

[jessahmewren]

“i didn’t know it could be like this”/ Queen / Bohemian Rhapsody Fan Fiction

Chapter 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Summary:  Roger and John don't really understand the Dom/sub scene, until they meet two Doms who actually care, or that fic where Rog and John are in a bad situation until Brian and Freddie show them what good sex is all about. 

Rated E: for Exceedingly smutty from the first sentence

Chapter 1 of ?

Pairings: Freddie Mercury/John Deacon, Brian May/Roger Taylor, Roger Taylor/John Deacon, eventual puppy pile (It’s Poly y’all)

Words: 3081

Also on AO3  

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Roger pulled off the man’s cock with a sputtering gasp, working to keep his head up.  His vision swam, blurry with unshed tears. 

“Chin up, cutie,” the gruff voice above him commanded, and he obeyed, tears dripping from his lashes as his head went back in time to catch the warm load that painted his face white. 

Roger sank bank on his heels, his wrists bound behind his back.  The man’s hands on him were rough, fingers twisting in his blond hair as he forced his face up. 

“Such a slut for my cock, huh?”  The hand in Roger’s hair tightened until he squeaked out a weak ‘yessir.’

The man leered, a low chuckle bubbling from his chest, and unbound Roger’s hands.  Without a word he left him kneeling where he was, come and tears dripping from his chin and onto the lime green carpet. 

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John’s arms shook, his head tucked between his shoulders as the two men took turns pounding into him.  Their thrusts were shallow and sloppy, and to John, at least, it was clear they had never done this before.

Of course, they wouldn’t touch his cock.

He had chewed his lip raw from the discomfort of them rutting into him, their sweaty bodies draped over his, heavy and suffocating.  John bit back whimpers and silently prayed to anyone listening that they would finish soon. 

“Let’s flip him over,” one of them said, out of breath.  “I wanna see his face.” 

Dutifully, John rolled onto his back, wincing as they roughly entered him again.  The larger man slapped John suddenly on the thigh, making him jump.  “Say something bitch,” he taunted, “aren’t you enjoying yourself?”

John swallowed nervously.  “Yes sir, very much,” he managed.  “Keep fucking me sir.  I love it.” 

After all a client was a client, and you had to keep them happy. 

“You damn right you love it, you whore.” 

John’s eyes welled, but he blinked the tears away.  One day, he would stop being so sensitive.  He clenched the bedsheets, trying to relax as the man jerked his hips, gasping and rutting his way through his orgasm.

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Brian set his guitar down and sighed.  “That’s the third bassist this week Freddie.  And we can’t keep relying on the drummer down at the pub to practice with us.” 

Freddie put the mic stand back into its base.  “Darling, relax.  Everything’s going to fall into place!  We’ve got fliers up all over campus.”  The singer winked at Brian.  “What we need is a night out.” 

Brian shook his head, his curls bouncing.  “Oh no.  We don’t have the money for that Fred.  And I need to study, anyway.” 

Freddie pouted.  “You’re always studying!  A little hedonism is good for the mind.”  He grabbed Brian’s arm.  “Come on love.  Off we go.  Into the night to see what it holds for us.” 

Brian reluctantly followed Freddie to their beat-up van, secretly hating how the charismatic singer could talk him into anything.

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John and Roger met downstairs for their weekly meeting with the club manager, Ray Foster.  He was an outright creep, but he did keep everything running well and was quick to supply the club goers (employees and patrons) with whatever they needed.  As long as you didn’t find yourself alone with him for too long, he was tolerable. 

“It’s Saturday night, gents.  Big fucking night around here, as usual.  Look your best, be your best.  Make the customer happy.  Any problems, report them straight to me.  Anyone have any questions?” 

They both shook their heads, quietly holding hands on the couch.  John had met Roger at Club Orchid, and he had taken John under his wing.  Both of them were painfully new to the Dom/sub scene, but had caught on pretty quick.  It was pretty much sink or swim, and both of them desperately needed the money. 

John and Roger broke apart before heading to the lounge, each of them giving the other an appraising look.  Roger was wearing a pair of tight leather pants and a sheer shirt.  His blond hair was tousled and lustrous, and the way it caught the light almost gave him a halo.  John's short shorts accentuated his bum, and the billowy white shirt he wore was half open.  They smiled at each other. 

This was John’s favorite part of the evening…just hanging out with Roger, drinking and waiting on clients.  Drugs were available to workers as well, but John never took them.  He did drink though. It helped take the edge off.  And he rarely held back. 

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“So where are you taking me,” Brian finally asked Freddie, noticing they were headed downtown. 

Freddie smiled.  “Well, I figured it was about time we got back on the scene.” 

Brian nearly choked.  “You mean, THE scene?  NO, Freddie.”

“Darling, you can’t let one bad experience put you off!  You are one of the most splendid Doms I’ve ever seen.” 

Brian was shaking his head.  “This isn’t a good idea, Fred.”                  

Freddie was drumming his fingers on the steering wheel and humming.  “It’s the best idea I’ve had in a long time.  We’re in for the night of our lives.” 

They pulled up to Club Orchid, and Brian's frown only deepened. 

“Don’t give me that look, Bri,” Freddie began.  It’s technically not prostitution.  There’s a cover charge, and then you get inside and do whatever you want.  If you leave a tip, well you leave a tip.” 

“Freddie—“ Brian began, rubbing his hand over his face.

“It’s done, my darling.  We’re already here.  Might as well enjoy ourselves.” 

Walking into the club was a little disorienting at first.  It was almost like a parlor, set up with couches and chairs and a little receiving desk.  Deeper inside the club, though, it was dark, with purple and blue lights in the corners that emitted a soft glow.  There was music playing, but surprisingly to Brian, it wasn’t too loud. 

And there were men everywhere.  Tall men, short men--of all shapes, sizes, and colors--leaning over small tables, drinking, laughing, and chatting.  Freddie smiled, adjusting the collar of his jacket.  “What a garden of forbidden fruit,” he muttered to himself. 

He was the first one to step out, easily charming himself around the room.  Everyone he spoke with, of course, was happy to see him and went out of his way to be accommodating and polite. 

Brian was somehow stuck to the wall. 

It was a bit overwhelming, suddenly, to be back on the scene so quickly.  To be gone for so many months, and then to be thrust back in, with all of these partners to choose from.  Brian thought briefly of simply walking out. 

Then men started walking up to him, and strangely he felt a bit better…more comfortable.  Until a blond came up to him in a sheer shirt and large blue eyes and he lost the ability to breathe. 

“Hi there.”  The blond flashed a shy smile.  His lips were full, and he had a small collar seated around his neck. 

“Hi,” Brian managed.

“I’ve never seen you here before,” the blond flirted.  “And I would’ve remembered you.” 

Brian swallowed thickly, already growing hard in his pants.  “Never been here before.” 

Then he laughed.  The blond laughed, a throaty sort of laugh, but somehow still high and lilting, before placing his arm on his.  “Well, do you want to get to know each other better?” 

Brian nodded dumbly before letting the blond lead him upstairs.  “I didn’t catch your name,” he asked stupidly as the door opened in front him.  

“It’s Roger,” the blond purred as he reached for Brian’s fly.  “And that’s all you need to know.”

---

John stirred his drink, staring down into the fruity concoction a little woefully.  So, he wouldn’t get a client tonight.  It shouldn’t cut into his and Roger’s rent money too much, not if they cut back on food.  He couldn’t resist a sigh. 

“Well hello darling!  I haven’t spoken to you yet.” 

John looked up at the sugary sweet voice to find the most beautiful man he’d ever laid eyes on.  Sparkling brown eyes, tan skin, long dark hair sweeping his shoulders.  John usually wasn’t attracted to people who came in the club, but…

“What has you looking so glum, sweetheart?”

John forced a smile onto his face.  “Oh, it’s nothing.  I’m John, by the way.” 

Freddie smiled, then took the hand and kissed it.  “John.  It’s lovely to meet you.  But it didn’t look like nothing when I sat down,” Freddie prodded. 

John quirked his mouth.  “You wanna go upstairs and talk about it?” 

---

Roger settled on his knees, the rug burn comforting and familiar.  “There’s toys in the dresser,” he said as he looked up at the curly-haired man.  “I’m yours for the hour.”  

His blue eyes lowered to Brian’s cock, pulling it out of his pants before the man could say anything. 

“Whoah, we need to have a talk first,” Brian said, panting. 

“Condoms, and lube,” the blond said, shaking his head. “Bedside table.” 

“No,” Brian said as he pulled the blond off of his knees.  “About limits.  And about your safeword.” 

Roger just looked at him in confusion. 

Brian sat down on the bed, his head in his hands. 

“Roger, have you never had limits?  Things that you definitely aren’t comfortable with?”

The blond just shrugged.  “I didn’t know I could.” 

Brian grimaced.  “Oh you poor dear.  I’m so sorry.” 

Roger looked at him strangely.  “Have I done something wrong?”

Brian just shook his head.  “No. Everyone else did.” 

Roger was still standing there looking at him sort of helplessly, so Brian decided it was time to take control.  “I want you strip Roger, and then lie down on the bed.”

Roger dutifully complied, and Brian took the opportunity to fully appreciate the young man’s pale, perfect skin and his slender physique. 

Brian palmed his growing erection, clearly visible where he reclined on the bed.  He wanted very badly to praise the young man, but he didn’t know his needs yet, so he bit his tongue. 

“Alright Roger, come lie down on the bed,” he said as he gently patted the spot beside him.  When Roger was in place, he went to the dresser and withdrew a blindfold and some soft cotton rope. 

“Think of a word that you can remember,” Brian said, “and if things get to be too much and you need me to stop, just say that word and things will stop, no questions asked.  That word is called your safeword.  Ok Roger?” 

Roger blinked up at him with those liquid blue eyes.  “You won’t be mad if I say it?” 

Brian smiled.  “No, of course not.  I have one too.  Mine is dessert.  If I say the word dessert, everything stops.  Now what about you?” 

Roger finally smiled.  “Rainbow,” he said. 

“Ok Roger now what’s mine?” 

“Dessert,” Roger said. 

“And yours is rainbow,” Brian said. 

Roger nodded. 

“Good, we have an understanding.  Now Roger, I’m going to put this blindfold on you.  Is that alright?”

Roger smiled, his tongue stuck cutely between his teeth.  “You don’t have to ask, it’s your hour.” 

Brian tutted.  “I do have to ask.  Because good sex is always consensual.  So is that OK with you?”

“Yeah,” Roger finally said. 

Brian blindfolded Roger and then bound his hands, again asking his permission to do so.  He could tell this type of communication was a foreign experience for Roger, who was probably used to men having their way with him and then just leaving.  It made Brian unspeakably sad. 

Brian looked down at the blond, the red silk blindfold over his eyes and his arms tied over his head, and something twisted in his gut.  “You’re so beautiful,” Brian whispered, as he trailed over Roger’s chest, eliciting a gasp from Roger. 

“You want me to suck your cock,” Roger whispered. 

“I want you to stop talking,” Brian said flatly.  “You’re being very naughty, speaking out of turn, and you’ll need to be punished.  Say you’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry sir,” Roger responded immediately, jerking as Brian plucked one of his nipples. 

“On your knees,” Brian commanded.  “Elbows together so you can lean on them.” 

Roger did as he was told, bum in the air with his back arched in a beautiful bow.  When the cool sensation of Brian’s lubricated fingers hit his rim, his whole body jumped. 

“Easy now, love,” Brian soothed, “nice and easy.”  One finger went in easily, making teasing circles against Roger’s walls.  A little puff of air escaped Roger’s lips, and he immediately clamped his mouth shut tight. 

“Have you been told to be quiet love?”  Brian frowned.  “I would love to hear you sing.”  He slipped another finger in, aiming for that little bundle of nerves. 

Roger tensed immediately, crying out as Brian began working him open in earnest now.  “Wh-what was that?”  Roger’s legs were trembling, and tears were straining his voice. 

Brian couldn’t believe what he was hearing.  “Don’t’ tell me you’ve never had your prostate massaged before.”  For some reason, Brian felt like crying.  “Why, you’re practically a virgin.” 

Tears soaked the blindfold as another shudder of pleasure shot through him.  Then Brian removed his fingers, and a strange calm settled over Roger. 

“On your back,” Brian said roughly.  He was touching himself with his slick fingers, almost ready to come apart. 

The blindfold slipped free, and Brian’s hands were on him. 

“You’re so good for me,” Brian murmured into his neck, “so good,” the praise falling so easily from his mouth whether the young blond was ready to receive it or not.  The slick fingers settled around Roger’s cock, and Roger jerked into them, his breath hitching. 

“I usually don’t…no one ever…”

“Shh baby,” he cooed as he slowly worked him.  “Let me take care of you.” 

Brian spread the precum already gathered over Roger’s aching cock, easing the way for his able fingers, applying delicious pressure up and down the throbbing member. 

And Roger began to cry. 

With his head buried in the curly-haired man’s shoulder, slowly fucking up into his hand, he cried.  Because no one had ever cared enough to treat him like this before, and their hour was almost up. 

---

Freddie slammed John against the back of the door, his hand going down to grab his ass.  “I gotta say I got the belle of the ball,” he said between wet kisses.  “Can’t wait to get you out of these little shorts.”

“Yessir,” John gasped as Freddie lightly pulled his hair, leading him in the direction of the bed.

“We use the traffic lights, OK,” Freddie got out between kisses.  He was tugging on the edge of John’s shirt, his hands under the hem. 

“Sir?”

“You know, green, yellow, and red,” Freddie said distractedly.  He was busy getting John naked, and missed the question in his voice.

“Oh, right,” John said, not knowing in the slightest what he was talking about, but afraid to lose a client. 

Then Freddie gasped, and John remembered. 

He should’ve just given him a blow job. 

“Oh, darling.”

John put his arms around himself, as if that would do anything to hide the deep angry gashes on his back and buttocks.  Tears began to well up in his eyes. 

“I’m sorry,” he said to Freddie.

Freddie could feel the rage building just beneath his skin, manifesting itself in a slight tremble in his limbs.  “You have nothing to be sorry for my dear.  The bastard who did this and then left you like this is the one who should be sorry.”  

John ducked his head, a tear escaping his thick lashes. 

“Come on,” he said as he put his arm around the young man’s shoulders.  “Let’s get these tended too and then we’ll have a cuddle, hmm?”

John sniffed, looking at him through his long silky hair.  “A cuddle?”  The concept seemed so foreign.

Freddie smiled.  “Go ahead John and lie down on the bed.  I’ll get us a blanket.”  Freddie rummaged around in the dresser drawers until he found some cream.  It was a little late to tend John’s wounds, but he couldn’t not do anything.  And it would be soothing. 

Freddie settled on the bed, the pot of cream in his hands.  He looked at the brunet, spread on his stomach with his hair spilled around his shoulders.  He was certainly a lovely young thing, and so trusting.  It was a shame he had been mistreated so. 

John couldn’t stifle a moan when the cool cream hit his burning skin.  He relaxed even further into the bed as Freddie treated the ugly wounds, causing Freddie’s mouth to twitch. 

“You’re breathtaking John,” he whispered.  “No one should’ve ever done this to you.  Not ever.” 

“I’m ugly,” John said quietly.  “And I deserved it.” 

“Darling.”  Freddie nudged him where he lay on the pillow.  He could tell the young man was crying from the quiet sniffs he was making.  “Turn over.  Look at me.” 

John obeyed, turning over to look at Freddie.  His eyes were red-rimmed and puffy, but his lips were full and sweet. 

“Why do you think you deserved a punishment like this, love?”

John averted his eyes, almost afraid if he divulged his reasons he would be punished again.  “I couldn’t swallow,” he said as he chewed his lip.  “He wanted me to swallow, and I had to spit it out.”  John looked nervously at Freddie.  “It was an accident,” he added as an afterthought.

Freddie felt heart flip at how vulnerable he looked lying there making his confession, which was no confession at all.  This rare flower deserved nothing but to be loved and cared for, not to be used night after night. 

“John, darling,” he said as he ran a hand through his hair.  “May I blow you?”

John’s eyes grew wide.  “Why?” 

Freddie chuckled good-naturedly.  “Because it’s my hour and that’s what I would like to do.”  Freddie smiled at the timid young man.  “Is that OK with you?” 

John nodded, a bit dumbstruck.

Freddie’s mouth sank onto John’s cock, hot and heavenly, and John instinctively arched into his mouth.  Freddie held his arms, letting his hips move, allowing him the freedom to fuck up into his mouth, to wiggle and writhe like it was the first time he had ever been touched.  Maybe it was.  Freddie didn’t care.  He just knew he wanted to do it again and again.  But his hour was almost up. 

-0-0-0-

[i-am-the-gay-shit]

for the circus! Queen can you do a description of what they would wear?? I can just imagine Brian in some fabulous leotard/catsuit !!

Let's see. Here's what I'm imagining:

Brian: in a black catsuit covering his neck, arms, and legs. It has a purple, cosmic like glimmer to it. But it glows in the dark, which is part of his act. It's mostly simple in the light, but once the lights go down its awe inspiring. Especially with how he moves his body.

Roger:

I saw this and immediately thought Roger. The silver and gold. The skin showing tastefully. Such an eye catching outfit.

Freddie: A simple tux and hat. But with his magic his Cape, coat, hat, and pants change colors. Black, red, purple, green. Any and every color. He can change the color with a snap of his fingers.

John: wears a plain white shirt and black pants. He also wears a vest and a fabric tied around his waist. The vest and belt change colors depending on performance. But he keeps himself simple.

[muschiettistrashmouth]

Fanfiction

I'm sorry for this weird posting thing I'm having right now, but I need to know something. You guys know I do everything to please you guys, so I was thinking: I'm writing a maylor and deacury fanfiction in Portuguese, it's a supernatural au an I need to know if you guys want me to translate it to English too or if you're not interested

[quirkysubject]

Queen Fic Stats

I’ve been running some numbers on Queen ships on AO3 to see if there have been any changes recently.

Basically, I went into the Queen (Band)-tag and got the number of fics for the most popular ships before June 2020 and between June 2020 and today (29 January 2021). I used “date updated” to determine the cut-off date. There have been some interesting developments, namely:

- While Maylor is still the number 1, its share has decreased considerably

- The six “band couples” have become more equally distributed

- The “canon couples” (Jimercury and especially Johnica) have increased in popularity

Here are the numbers:

(The numbers don’t add up to 100% because there are many more relationship tags than the ones I looked at. Also, one fic can have several relationship tags.)

I converted that into a ranking, indicating changes in position.

Keep in mind that the numbers are relatively close together, so a large drop in rank usually represents just a couple of percentage points. Maycury and Johnica are the big winners, while Deacury (along with Joger and Poly) have lost some ground. The recent ship weeks might have something to do with that. There are now two canon couples, Jimercury and Johnica, under the top ten.

Interestingly, all the slash ships featuring John have lost some ground (and vice versa, all slash ships that have lost ground feature John). This is probably the flip side to the rise of Johnica. I can also imagine that the sharp decrease in Deacury has something to do with the relative decrease in Maylor fic, since it’s kind of the mirror couple. This becomes clearer when we look only at the band couples:

They’re much closer together than they used to be. Maylor was a bit of a juggernaut ship, with all others relatively close together behind it. Now they’re all within 10 percentage points of each other. Also note how the distance between the most-popular and the second most popular ship has gone down from 14% to just 2%. Meanwhile, the share of fics featuring at least one of those band-only couples has remained exactly the same at 65% of all fic published.

Conclusion: No idea 😄 I just think it’s interesting to look at these shifts.

It looks like ship weeks might have a real effect - so dear John slashers and Poly-shippers: get to it 😉

Oh and finally: almost exactly a quarter (25%) of the entire Queen fic on AO3 has been published or updated since June 2020. That’s a lot more than I would have expected intuitively. So whoever is talking about the queen fandom being dead - it doesn’t look like fanfic writers have noticed 🥳

If anyone has thoughts or notices mistakes, please let me know.

[freddie-mercury-rising]

20 + Deacury for the banter prompts 💗

Thanks love 😘

From the prompt: "You're so--" given to me be @roger-s-maracas

The day they were to perform on Saturday Night Live, Freddie came in looking as though he had been up all night. To the side, Roger informed John that Freddie had—in fact—been up all night, but not partying as John had assumed. Instead, he’d been fighting with his latest love interest.

John kept out of that part of Freddie’s life, simply because he had no idea how to relate to his relationships. It was not even the fact that they were with men, but more so because John could not understand the appeal of getting high and partying every single night until the wee hours.

When Freddie spoke, though, John felt more than a little anxious. Whatever he had done the night before had positively wrecked Freddie’s voice. He could barely even speak, let alone sing. Before John could even ask what exactly had happened, Freddie’s personal assistant, Peter Freestone, whisked him away to try and recuperate his voice in the short hours they had before filming.

John could only imagine the amount of warm lemon water and lozenges Freddie would have to suck down before the show. Because it was live, there was really no way to get out of the set, either—not that Freddie would have gone for it. Maybe they could simply play a recorded song and Freddie could lip sync. Even as he thought it, John knew that was not a viable option, either. Saturday Night Live was exactly that: live.

“So they must have screamed at each other pretty good, huh?” John laughed, joining Roger at a snack table in the dressing room.

Roger turned and shot John a worried look.

“There was more than just screaming. Peter said Bill tore the room apart. He was throwing glass bottles around, and knocked holes in the walls. He said Vic had to come and toss Bill out at four in the morning. Said Freddie was really shaken up.”

John’s heart sank. He had been so flippant about the whole thing, thinking it was just some silly quarrel instead of a serious fight.

“Was Freddie injured?”

Roger shrugged and sighed. “He wouldn’t tell us if he were. He did a number on his vocal cords, though.”

John nodded, and his mind wandered towards imagining Freddie trembling in his hotel room while Bill lashed out. John set his jaw angrily, imagining the brute throwing things around and destroying the room.

“I’m going to check on him,” John said absently as he walked away.

The crew had Freddie holed up in a bathroom, where they had the hot tap flowing to produce a steamy atmosphere. Peter opened the door and ushered John in quickly, so as not to let out any of the steam. It smelled of mint and eucalyptus in the small room, and Freddie sat on the toilet seat sipping a cup of something hot.

Freddie nodded hello to John. He’d likely been instructed to speak as little as possible.

“I’ll go and put another kettle on,” Peter said with a glance at John. The good thing about Peter was that he had an innate ability to know when to stay and when to go.

“Freddie, you all right, mate?” John asked, leaning against the wall.

Freddie looked up and gave a half-hearted smile before nodding.

“Just a silly row is all. I never back down from a good argument,” Freddie said in a hoarse whisper.

John furrowed his brow and shook his head. “It didn’t sound like a silly row to me. Sounded pretty serious.”

He did not make it a habit to pry into Freddie’s affairs. In fact, they had never talked about anything of the sort. They shared the good things, but they stayed mostly connected through the music. Now, though, John could not help but mention the situation. He was genuinely worried for Freddie. He could not help but remember the predatorial gleam in Bill’s eyes the one and only time he had ever met the bastard.

“No, don’t you worry about me. I’ll do all right by the time we go on.”

“It’s not the bloody set I’m worried about, Fred,” John replied, his voice raising just a little. “It’s you.”

John was surprised at his own candid words, and he could tell Freddie was, too, because his eyes widened noticeably.

Then, just as quickly, Freddie rolled his eyes and waved his hand dismissively.

“Don’t make a fuss, darling. All's well that ends well.”

Fredde’s eyes implored him to drop the subject, even though a million things went through John’s head. For once, he was not going to nod reluctantly and leave it all in his mind.

“No, Freddie,” John said, squatting down in front of him. “What if it hadn’t ended well? Why do you think you deserve that?”

Freddie’s face was unreadable, and his eyes searched John’s before he shook his head and scoffed.

“I’m not an angel myself, dear,” Freddie rasped. “I can dish it out just as well as I can take it.”

John shook his head. “I know, but there are people out there who wouldn’t make you take it, Freddie.”

John took Freddie’s hand that was not holding the mug and grasped it in his own. He leaned closer, and spoke softly.

“Believe me, there is someone out there who won’t make you fight for his love.”

Freddie leaned almost imperceptibly closer and bit his bottom lip, as if he were hanging on John’s words.

“Freddie, you’re so—”

At that, Peter shuffled into the room carrying a tray and John hopped up from the floor and scooted out of his way. He brushed off his pants and awkwardly crossed his arms as Peter set the tray on the counter and glanced over.

“I’ll just… leave you all to it,” he said, backing out of the room.

“I think I’d better go too,” John said with a lightness that belied his feelings. “I’ll see you out there.”

“Wait, John—” Freddie called, but John had already shut the door behind him.

He stood there for a few seconds, his eyes closed, fighting against himself to go back inside. In the end, John walked away, wiping a tear from his eye as he went.

[xtrashmammalstefx]

Coming Tomorrow!!!

Part 9 of The Queen Repertoire!!!

This one will be different from the others. 😉

[warriorteam1924]

Too much love could kill you (part 2)

John Deacon x Freddie Mercury (smut)

Author’s note :  Hi everyone !! This writing is for Deacury Week 2019. Thanks a lot to @nightoftheland​ for hosting this event, this is great !! This second part is supposed to match the prompt ‘the morning after....’ Again, this was a big challenge for me and for once, not a collab with my sweetest and pal writer @painandpleasure86​ Anyways, I hope you like it. Please also note English is not my first language, so please forgive my mistakes. Enjoy and as always, thanks a lot in advance for the feedback. 

Warnings : this is a smutty thing. If you are not confortable with this kind of writings, just pass. (Ideally, only +18 please). Also note that during an intercourse, consent must be given and communication is also required.

Summary : The recording of Liar and John thinking about Freddie, then....?

Words count : 1,339 words

Tagging : @binkyisonline  (as promised lol) 

John was still seated on the edge of the bed. He heard Freddie close the door and now he knew he was on his own, he started to cry. Why was it so hard? Why hadn’t he merely stood up and told Freddie was he was really feeling, deep inside? Maybe he still had time catch up Freddie, but now John was doubting. Was it worth it? Would the lead singer feel the same way about him? Nothing was less certain. John was sure of one thing, all his energy was gone and he collapsed on the bed. It was still full of Freddie’s clothes, some of them still filled with his perfume. John eventually fell asleep, smelling this reassuring fragrance.

 Maybe still under the effects of alcohol, John had awful nightmares and he gestured a lot on his friend’s bed. His hair all over his face, he suddenly woke up as he heard someone calling his name. He opened his eyes and saw Freddie’s face, looking worried next to him.

 “John, darling, are you alright?  It seems you were having a bad time in this dream....”, the singer said.

 “Yeah, I’m good, don’t worry....”, the bassist tried to reassure him. He did not want to tell him he was actually dreaming of him.

 “Well, if you say so....”, Freddie replied, making himself a little more comfortable on the bed, leaning his back on the headboard. John noticed at once he was not highlighting the room, just like he usually did. His features seemed deeply sad, as if he was almost trying to prevent tears from falling, just like John did before he had left.

 “Fred? Are you okay?”, John asked, almost in a whisper.

 “No, John. I’m not okay....”, the other merely replied.

 “What is wrong Fred? You know you can tell me anything.... let this out of your chest.”, John advised him.

 “I’m tired. Tired of making the wrong choices, tired of all of this. Why? Why do I even try again to date someone.... There is no one out there for me.”, the singer said. This time, a tear fell from his eye and ran on his beautiful jaw, ruining his make up a little. John looked at him, not really knowing what to say. He caressed Freddie’s cheek softly, to wipe his tear.

 “I mean, I’m just unlovable I guess. This date was a complete disaster and a total waste of time. There is no one out there for me.”, Freddie repeated.

 “Freddie?”, John asked, almost in a whisper, but the oldest did not answer. “Freddie Mercury?”, the youngest insisted. This time the singer looked at him, sighing.

 “Why do you keep looking for someone out there, when there is someone right here, just before your eyes.”, John eventually dared to say, first looking at the bed sheets, but then looking at his lover directly in the eyes.

 Freddie looked at him, with his eyebrows raised. He was puzzled, so much he could hardly believe what he had just heard. Was John actually suggesting he had feelings for him? But before he could ask him with actual words, John felt a sudden bravery in his whole body. He came closer to Fred and met his lips, eventually answering his question. The kiss was shy, at first, but the singer kissed him back, almost desperately. Their lips still showing passion for each other, John moved to sat on Freddie’s laps, taking his face in both his hands to make him understand this was something he had been longing for such a long time.  

 Eventually, John stopped to look at Freddie, deeply in eyes. Without a word, trying to make his lover understand his intention with his glance, Deaky slowly began to unbutton Freddie’s shirt, very slowly.

 “John...?”, the singer asked, almost in a whisper. John put a finger on his lover’s lips, to make sure he would not speak.

 “I will sin father. Father I will sin....”, Deaky announced, trying not to be off key, taking the rhythm of the very song of their band, Liar. The oldest looked at the other with round eyes. Again, he was not sure of what he had just heard.

 “Are you sure, Deaky? I mean, I don’t want you to do this because I said those things....”, Freddie very seriously asked, even if he, too was full of desire for the bassist at this very moment.

 “I’ve never been more sure of my feelings and my desires in my entire life....”, the other replied, giving him another kiss.

 “Okay then, I just wanted to make sure. Cause I’ve been longing for this moment as well....”, Freddie carried on. The two of them took each other’s clothes off, adding to the general mess of clothes on the floor in the room.

 John pressed soft kisses on all his lover’s body, slowly diving towards his penis, as Freddie was moaning almost in murmurs. The latter was caressing Deaky’s long hair and then his shoulders, making him understand what he was doing was good. Standing before the oldest’s cock, the bassist licked his lips, as if he was about to devour his favorite cheese on toasts. He began to suck it slowly but making sure his tongue would move expertly around its head. Deaky was audacious enough now and carried on with a balls massage as well for his lover. The latter had now his eyes closed, enjoying every single touch from the other. Using alternately his hand and his mouth, Deaky accelerated his moves a little and he could feel Freddie’s legs were tensing and he could not help but smile. After a while, the singer’s body suddenly entirely tensed.

 “God, I’m close....”, Freddie announced. Still feeling entirely in the mood of the song, John sat on his knees and opened his mouth, saying “Please daddy....”. The singer placed himself properly in front of the bassist and carried on pumping himself, as the latter was waiting for the rapture to arrive. It was not very long and real soon he could feel his lover’s juice in his mouth.

 The two lovers were lying in bed again and exchanged kisses, but Freddie was not happy with the fact John had not come yet. Still giving him soft pecks on his cheeks, he grabbed the youngest’s cock and began to pump it.

“Well, Deaky, I had no idea you were such an expert... You turned me on and made me come in no time, babey....”, the singer affirmed. “Now let’s see what I can do for you....”

 “Yes, please...”, the other almost begged.

 John knew Freddie was a very sensitive man despite his manners in front of the cameras or during the interview they would give together. He was still kissing John very kindly and the latter was feeling loved. Merely loved. The fact that Freddie was also playing with his penis almost did not matter, as Deaky was already in heaven. He was with Fred, his Fred and nothing else was important at that very moment.

 Yet, the singer’s hands were quite expert as well and very soon, the hardened cock of the young bassist tensed as well and John’s body suddenly tensed, still under the soft lips of his lover. His back arched a little and Freddie watched his penis’ cum spread on his tummy with a sweet smile.

 “That’s my boy, I knew you could do it....”, he said, giving John yet another kiss. “You’re incredible John, do you know that?”, he asked.

 “Well.... you’re not bad either....”, Deaky replied, almost out of breath.

 After yet another exchange of kisses, the two lovers eventually fell asleep in each other’s arms, softly spooned under the blankets, not bothering the mess of clothes and shoes all around them.

 The morning after, Deaky woke up, and he still had the same smile on his lips, because not only did he have Freddie by his sides, but the latter was smiling as well.

[painandpleasure86]

Tag game!

Tagged on this one by my dear @warriorteam1924. I loved your replies!

Favourite song rn : I have some fave songs now. One is Pain is so close to pleasure by Queen, but another ones are Slow Down by Chase Atlantic & Daddy Issues by The Neighbourhood

Song you associate with your fave ship : One of my OTPs are Deacury, so I associated Brother Louie by Modern Talking to them lol. I imagining them dancing at (in?) the disco at the rhythm of that song hahaha.

Song that could be about you : IDK really, lots of songs touched my soul in different times of my life and made me say "oh that's about me".

A song that reminds me of a good memory : I have a lot of songs attached to good memories. One is Let Go by 12 Stones, I used to listen to it when I knew my bf. Another ones are It's a Beautiful Day and Long Away by Queen, they make me remember my latest summer vacations in 2020.

Song you find overrated : a lot of popular songs! hahaha. In the case of Queen, BoRhap is the one that I find more overrated, with LOML. I appreciate and like them, but I'm tired to listen them.

Songs you want your moots to listen to : The whole VELVET album by Adam Lambert. Great pop songs, love the groove of the bass in the songs, plus Adam's voice is flawless. Lil fact: the musicians and the backup voices of his band are women! ;)

Song that makes you laugh : Misfire by Queen is one, another is King for a Day by Green Day

Last song listened to : Driven to tears (Live in Buenos Aires) by The Police

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What do you think about Deacury as a pairing

Let me start this by saying that I don't have anything against any ships. I don't think any ship is wrong. At all! Go forth and ship, be happy, enjoy.

But Deacury isn't really my cup of tea. It's just that John, to me personally, seems so very straight. (Even Freddie said so, more or less. lol) I find it much easier to re-imagine Brian or Roger a bit bi than John. Also, I find it much easier to imagine Freddie being into Roger or Brian respectively - even though I can't stress enough how much I do not think that he ever was irl - than him being into John, but that's just me!

Having said that, if it's well-written, I'll read some Deacury and I also had a go at it myself one time. It's just not a ship I usually go for.

Except in poly! As part of poly it works for me.