Froger oneshot fics

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*smut*

Ooh Freddie, Roger moaned as he felt Freddie roughly thrust up into him. Oh fuck Roger, you feel sooo goood, Roger heard him distantly moan as his fast paced, hot breathing bumped against his cold ear.
Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum ughh, the blonde warned him, grasping at the white, loose sheets as he feels himself grow closer to his orgasm, until everything began to fade to black.

Roger then opens his eyes tiredly, awoken by his own moans of unconscious pleasure as he found his legs spread, flat on the bed. He was weakly fisting the already crumpled sheets as he feels a dampness inside his trouser-bottoms that are straining up due to his stiff cock, cooling down from the hot sex session in his dream with cold sweat pouring from his flushed face and hot body sticking to the sheets. Oh no, not again, he thinks to himself, yet again having another erotic wet-dream with his long time crush fucking him into the mattress.

He couldent stop them from happening, what was he gonna do, ask him out? He couldent, Freddie would instantly reject him, he knows it, confessing to him would only make him feel embarrassed and upset, and possibly stop Freddie talking to him. He really does try to keep his mind off of him when it comes to those thourts. But, he doesn't mind those dreams, it'll probably be the closest he'll ever get to getting intimate with him, it's not like Freddie knows about them.

Roger sits up, feeling a little light headed and disoriented. He feels an uncomftable cold wetness In his bottoms as his member begins to relax due to the realisation the he is not getting pounded by Freddie. He gets changed, taking care of his situation by throwing the messy bottoms into the washing machine. He changes to some pale blue, ripped jeans and a loose, patterned button-up.

Roger checked the time, still having 2 whole hours till he needs to drive down to the studio. He lived on his own, so he just watched some tv and kicked back. But his mind still lingered to Freddie, like always. He can't stop thinking about his gorgeous face full of bliss from that dream, his mouth hanging open slightly, spilling the filthiest moans with his black locks sprawled over his forehead and he's not sure if it annoys him that he can't get him out his mind, or it pleases him.

~~~~~

Roger made his way down to the studio, Freddie of course being the first one he sees.
"Ah, Roger dear, you made it!" Freddie said, sounding like he's in a good mood today. He smiled and placed a hand on his back, making Roger melt.

Freddie brought him into the lounge with the others, playing their instruments. Today was just for practicing, so Roger was just relived he didn't have to worry too much about making his work perfect.

*Roger's pov*

When Freddie left the room, I noticed John looking at him, not in a normal way, I can't explain it, I think he likes him too. This isn't gonna be a fight over Freddie is it? No, that's just childish.
My heart picks up its pace and John notices me staring at him.

"Are you alright Roger?"

"Y-yea, yea, sorry" I say as I lower my head, feeling my heart break, but trying to keep my thourts away from him. Y'know, it's probably just me being me and getting jealous over ridiculous ballshit.

~~~~~

"Roger you look...ill" Brian said to me, clearly noticing my lack of concentration due to Freddies cuteness, and John's probable interest.
Just then, Freddie walks towards me and places the back of his hand on my forehead after stroking one of my blonde locks away.

"Roger darling, what's wrong?" He asks, removing his hand and looking at me with concern in his eyes, making my stomach flutter.
I almost couldent answer, he's just, so cute, I had the extreme urge just to grab his face and pull him into a sweet kiss on those lips that looked so soft.