Maylor Smuts

The Liar

Here's a first time type of thing because I'm epic like that
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Roger Meddows Taylor was always good at lying. When he was a child, every mess he made and every ruckus he stirred was sure to be blamed on his younger sister Clare, because sweet little Roger would never ever misbehave. They believed him.
As he grew into his teen years, he would often skip school to drink and smoke with his friends, telling his unsuspecting parents that the calls from his teachers were nothing to worry about, that he was always caught up in the classroom before, helping his professor clean up.  They believed him.
And, as Roger came to be a young adult, he noticed all of his friends were discussing girls they've been with, how many one night stands they'd had, things like that. Not one who enjoyed being left out, the drummer began to lie, telling his buddies about all the girls he'd been with, even saying that he'd been with multiple in one night. They believed him. Everyone excepted for one friend of the blonds. No matter what story, lie, or tall tail Roger would spill, Brian could tell it wasn't the truth. So, when the young drummer began to rant about how many sluts he'd fucked, Brian knew he needed to say something. The poor innocent blond probably didn't even have a clue of what it felt like to be touched by someone else. The guitarist wanted to be the one to show him how that felt for the first time.

"Hey, Rog? Can you come here for a second?" Brian called as Roger was putting away his drums sticks, packing after a long day of practice.
"Sure!" The drummer said nicely, throwing his bag down and skipping over to the brunette, his big hat slipping down his forehead slightly.
"I wanted to talk to you about something that's concerning me a little bit..." He said softly, readjusting the silly boys hat, putting a hand on the small of his back and leading him into a private corner of the studio.
"O-Oh.. alright? Is something wrong, Brimi?" Roger said, looking up at Brian with furrowed eyebrows.
"No, No... well.. yes actually. I've noticed something about you recently that's a bit concerning.." He said, leaning down so he was level with the younger boy.
"I-Is there something on by face? Is there a stain on my clothes??" Roger asked, eyes wide, looking down at his pants.
"No, no silly," Brian took the drummer by the shoulders and pushed him up against the wall, "but why don't you tell me why you're lying about not being a virgin.."
The blond squeaked, looking into Brian's intense eyes, biting his bottom lip for a second.
"I-I'm not lying.. I'm not a virgin... I've been with pl-plenty of girls, Brian.." The boy replied, his voice shaking slightly.
"Mm, but that's not true now, is it. There's no way you could fuck a bird with that tiny cock of yours. You're a little virgin. Admit it." Brian smirked, slotting his leg in between Roger's, moving his knee against the blond's crotch.
The smaller man moaned softly, his cock growing hard just from Brian's words.
"B-Brimi-"
"I said, admit it."
Roger squeaked and bit his lip.
"I-I'm a virgin... but you can't tell anyone! P-Please!" He whimpered, tugging at the front of Brian's shirt.
"Shhh, shh baby... I won't tell anyone.. plus, you won't be one for long, so there's no need to worry." He said, smirking, pressing his lips against the blond's rough ones, kissing him passionately.
Roger gasped, not kissing back for a second, in a bit of shock from what was happening. When he finally came to his senses, he kissed Brian back roughly, whimpering when the man shoved his tongue into his mouth, licking the back of his teeth and swirling around his tongue.

After a long while of groaning, groping, and even a bit of giggling, the two men pulled away from each other, red in the face, panting softly.
"You know, for someone who's so new to all of this," Brian said softly, "you're quite a good kisser..."
Roger smiled and looked down.
"Yeah well... I've had a bit of practice on that. Not much else though.. what now?"
The guitarist smiled gently and picked up the smaller man.
"Now, I'm going to make you feel so, so good..." The brunette said as he carried the light man to a plush couch, tossing him down on it.
The blond giggled and looked up at him, fidgeting.
"Okay, Brimi... how're you gonna do that?" He asked giggling a little.
Brian smirked and gently crawled on top of Roger, slotting himself in between the boy's legs.
"Why don't you just be patient, hm? Can you be patient for me?" He said, leaning down close to his ear, nibbling at his earlobe.
Roger sucked in a breath and bit his lip.
"Mm... maybe... I'll try my best.. I wanna feel good, Brian..." Roger moaned softly, his eyes fluttering close, his beautifully long eyelashes resting against the very tops of his cheeks.
The curly haired man chuckled softly and nodded.
"Good boy..." He said softly.