Bohemian Rhapsody

You're My Best Friend (Part 7)

John Deacon x Reader x Roger Taylor (BoRhap)

Summary: reader goes to a queen concert. Then to an after party. John gets busy. Roger comes to the rescue. Roger and reader go to his van. Things get steamy. from this concept i posted here.

Note: grammar errors. ******SSSMMUUUTTTSMMUTTTTSMUTTTTSMMMUTT with rogerrrrr****** and some language

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"You guys were amazing!" you squealed, running up and jumping into John's arms.

"I - Sorry I'm sweaty," John awkwardly spoke, setting you back down and releasing his grip from around you, trying to wipe away his smudges of sweat that tainted your arm.

You swatted his hands away, not minding the sweat.

"Don't worry about it. You just killed it out there, John! They all love you. It's so beautiful. The music. The fans. I was actually able to enjoy it this time without any groupies standing next to me saying, 'He's a bassist. Heard they do it deeper," or 'I want him to bang me like he bangs those drums,'" you rolled your eyes with disgust.

"That'd be rough," Roger chimed, peering from behind John as his arm lifted to pamper away the sweat dripping down his neck from his indeed rough drumming ways.

And it didn't help that he was wearing a silver choker and an open vest - his toned physique more prominent from his sweat and the drips of alcohol that bounced up from the drums he was just playing - a trick of his. His veins in his neck and arms were more noticeable - strained from his hard taps. And his blonde hair was slightly frizzy and wild from the humidity - but matted at the ends.

He was fit.

And Deaky was cute.

With his long brown wavy hair and shorter height. And he wasn't showing off his body, but rather wore a designer black suit coat with a white shirt underneath. He nonetheless looked good - sweat dripping down his neck. Mainly from dancing.

But you didn't know why you were looking at John, (who was making a weird face at Roger).

So you looked back at the drummer.