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[ Roger May: dads found out :( im in trouble ]
[ Brian❤️: are they very upset? ]
"But the car is fine, dad. Nothing happened."
John covers his face with his hands and sighs deeply. Roger immediately knows that he's in deep, deep shit. "You don't have a drivers license, Rog."
"In a few weeks I'll have one."
Freddie stands behind John and shakes his head frantically, mouthing 'just shut up!'
Roger bites his lip and glances back down to his phone. His heart flutters every time he reads his boyfriends name flash on the screen.
[ Brian❤️: they didn't kill you did they? ]
"What if the police had pulled you over?" John asks with a raised eyebrow.
[ Roger May: not yet. Dads not happy, probably cus it was his car lol ]
Freddie pointedly clears his throat and Roger immediately looks back up. "Put your phone down while your father is talking, dear."
"Sorry." He tugs his phone into his back pocket, before looking up to his fathers. He's seated at the head of the table, about to receive his punishment, while his parents stand over him with disappointment clear in their eyes.
Yeah, it sucks to be told off. But he shouldn't be punished too harshly in Rogers humble opinion.
"Papa," He glances at Freddie with a pleading expression. "Please tell dad that the car is fine. He doesn't seem to understand it when I explain it, maybe you'll get through."
"Dearest, Roger has a point. The car is still in tact." Freddie places a kiss on Johns cheek when his husband turns his heated glare from Roger to him. "But I'm definitely on your side, please don't make me sleep on the couch."
Roger scoffs and crosses his arms over his chest. "Traitor."
"It's not about the car." John shrugs Freddie off, before pointing a finger at Rogers chest. "You could have gotten hurt, car accidents are not a joke."
Roger sinks deeper into the seat to avoid eye contact with him.
He makes a valid point and Roger can't do much else than to look regretful and cute as a last resort. Punishment is inevitable if he interprets Johns tone correctly.
"You're grounded for two weeks."
Roger gasps, completely baffled. He'd expected three days or maybe a week, but this seems excessive.
"Oh my God- you can't be serious!"
"I'm very serious actually." John crosses his arms over his chest solemnly. "Stealing my car is one week, driving without a license another week."
Roger glances at his other father with a pout. He can't go two weeks without social media and going out with his friends. He's supposed to see the new Star Wars movie with Brian next week, they already bought tickets and everything.
"Papa?"
Freddie is a sucker for Rogers puppy eyes and immediately jumps into action. "Deacy, Love, what about one week and the weekend?"
"Two weeks, and I'm not negotiating."
Freddie leans down to wrap an arm around Rogers shoulder and cups his cheeks. He points his pout up in Johns direction. "But look how adorable he looks."
"No." John narrows his eyes at his husbands antics. "You're supposed to be on my side, Fred."
"I tried, kiddo." Freddie presses an apologetic a kiss to Rogers forehead, before stepping away once more.
Roger groans miserably and lays his forehead on the table. "This is so unfair."
He grabs his phone and messages Brian the latest news.
[ Brian❤️: well?????? ]
[ Brian❤️: Oh dear they really did kill you ]
[ Roger May: no im here. Grounded tho ]
[Brian❤️: sucks babe. ]
[ Roger May: two whole weeks of my life. You should ask someone else for star wars :/ fml ]
[ Brian❤️: want me to come over? ]
[ Roger May: You're not allowed to while im grounded 😭 next time ill see u is at school Monday ]
John gently rakes his fingers through Rogers blond hair, trying to make himself look less like the villain Roger sees him as, before extending his hand. "Roger, honey, hand over your phone now."
He knew it was coming, but he can't go down without a fight. "But dad..."
John stops caressing his locks and forces him to look up from his lap. "No 'buts' and 'pleases', that doesn't work on me. I'm not your papa."
Freddie snorts, but doesn't comment on the sly insult.
[ Roger May: babe they got my phone :( . Love you...... farewell ]
[ Brian❤️: love you too ]
"Now, Roger."
Roger gets up from the chair and slams his phone on the table instead of Johns extended hand. Not caring whether he broke the screen or not, he grabs his backpack and stomps past his fathers to the stairs. "You two hate me."
"You know that's bollocks, dear." Freddie tries to grab his arm, but Roger skillfully dodges him.
"Leave me alone." He grumbles and flees up the stairs, before he does something he might regret and be punished for too.
"Brian won't forget about your existence if you don't text for one evening." John calls after him with a tad of sarcasm Roger can't appreciate now.
He slams the door closed hard enough for the window to rattle. It's oddly satisfying.
~~~
Roger has been upstairs trying to entertain himself with his homework and radio for hours, before Freddie knocks onto his door again.
"Darling, dinner is ready."
Roger could already smell the delicious food coming from the kitchen a while ago. He hasn't eaten anything since lunch.
Despite all that, he refuses. "Leave me alone pap." He murmurs miserably with his nose mashed into his book.
He misses Brian.
"Deacy made your favorite dish, I think he wants to make it up to you." Freddie calls hopefully, Roger can imagine him smiling gently. Which used to soothe him almost always ever since they adopted him.
But right now, he can't see his father and he doesn't want to either. He's a little hormonal and irritated Freddie didn't take his side in the argument.
Freddie knocks again to grab his attention. "Want me to save you some?"
"Whatever." He grunts out, because knowing his father he won't leave until he at least replies once.
"We love you, darling. You're welcome to join us downstairs whenever you like."
"Don't count on it."
Freddie sighs, but Roger can hear him shuffle away from the door and walk down the stairs quietly. The light in the hallway turns off and Roger falls back onto the bed with a pout.
He misses Brian.
~~~
Roger is bored.
He's been laying on his bed for hours, face mashed into the pillows, completely bored and hungry.
John had confiscated not only his cellphone, but also his laptop.
Usually he'd be watching YouTube videos around this time of the evening, or he'd be talking to Brian on skype or watch porn to blow off some steam.
He's a teenage boy after all.
But none of those are possible without his electrical devices.
He could go downstairs and play drums in the basement, but he'd have to walk through the living room where his fathers are most likely playing a board game or watching television. He doesn't want to face them yet. Not while he's still bitter over his punishment.
He might try sneaking into the kitchen to grab a snack, because his stomach keeps growling angrily.
And, worst of all he misses Brian with a burning passion.
He groans into his pillow in annoyance. They usually see each other every day or sleep over during the weekends, but Roger had to come home from school immediately to receive his punishment instead of going to Brians house to 'make homework'. Or whatever other excuse they use to make-out in Brians room.
"Pssssst Rog!"
There's a sudden knock on his window that causes Roger to jump out of bed in surprise.
"What the actual fuck." Roger walks over to the window and opens it with a frown. Only to find Brian sitting on the branch of the oak tree next to the house.
He looks wonderful. His hair is a mess because of the wind. He's wearing a thick winter jacket and he smiles as soon as his bright eyes meet Rogers.
"Bri, hey." Roger laughs breathlessly in surprise, before leaning out of the window to kiss him. He feels relief wash over him as soon as their lips meet. "You climbed all the way up here to see me."
Brian laughs quietly. "You don't have your phone and I became desperate." He slings his messenger back off his shoulder and hands it over to Roger. "Are you gonna let me in? I'm freezing my balls off."
"Oh no, you'll need those." Roger winks playfully, before taking the bag from him and extending his arm out to help Brian into his room.
It's a far reach, but Brian has long legs and the tree is pretty tall. Almost long enough to reach Rogers window on the second floor.
It takes a few moments, but Roger finally manages to pull Brian through his small window and into his warm room. He stumbles a bit upon entering, but he manages to find his footing.
"Don't ever get grounded again, because I didn't like that." Brian comments while dusting his clothes off. There is a tear in the back of his jeans, but Roger doesn’t comment on it.
Roger puts his bag down on the carpet, before practically jumping into Brians arms with joy.
He has been moody all day and looking forward to being held by his boyfriends familiar warmth.
Brian huffs at the sudden hug, but wraps his long arms around Rogers waist almost immediately to keep them from toppling over
Roger buries his nose into Brians warm neck and kisses the sensitive spot there to show his love. He smells amazing and comforting and Roger never wants to let go.
“I missed you, Bri. Thank you for coming.”
Brian kisses his head and runs a hand down his spine in comfort. He’s aware that whenever Roger fights with his parents he becomes tense and irritated.
He also knows that there are only two remedies for an irritated Roger. “I missed you too, I even brought you cookies.”
“Cookies!” Roger gasps before he remembers to be quiet and lunges for the bag in the floor. “Are you a mind reader or something?”
Brian chuckles and sits down onto Rogers unmade bed. He takes the time to pull off his shoes and coat while Roger stuffs three chocolate biscuits down his throat.
“I’m so in love with you.” He moans with his mouth full. “You can have my babies.”
“I’m both flattered and confused.” Brian whispers quietly, he shifts until he’s laying against Rogers pillows and pats the bed. “Are you going to keep standing there?”
Roger closes the bag, before licking his fingers off crumbs and chocolate. “No. I’m coming, just wait a second.”
He hides Brians bag, shoes and coat under the bed, then he closes the window to hide all evidence.
“If my parents find you here, my punishment will last until my 18th birthday. In case me dads come inside my room, you go hide inside the closet.”
“And here I thought my days in the closet had come to an end.” Brian snickers, before opening his arms for Roger with a warm loving smile.
“I’m still cold.”
Roger bites his lip to keep himself from grinning too hard. It should be impossible to fall in love with someone a little more every time you see them.
But Roger feels his heart tug painfully every time he looks into Brians bright, perfect, dark chocolate eyes.
“Then let me warm you up.”
Roger climbs into Brians lap and seats himself comfortably with one leg on either side of him. His crotch flush against Brians.
Brian rests his hands on Rogers hips and turns his face up for a well deserved kiss.
Their teeth clash in the desperation. Brians tongue filthy licks his way into Rogers mouth. Rogers hands find their way under Brians t-shirt and he rakes his blunt nails over his sides to feel him shudder in pleasure.
Gently, Brian bites on Rogers bottom lip and tugs it into his mouth. He sucks the sensitive skin until it’s pink and swollen and Roger can’t keep his moans down.
He tugs at Brians hair to pull him back. “Now I’m horny.”
He is dazed with pleasure and only sees dark lust in Brians eyes when they open.
“Good.” Brian lifts his hips to rub his erection against Rogers. “I didn’t come here to do homework.”
He ducks down to nip at the soft skin just under Rogers jaw.
“Fuck.” Roger throws his head back to give him more access. He rhythmically rocks his hips into Brians. “You’re so good at that.”
Brian teeth graze over his neck and sends goosebumps down Rogers back. He shifts upwards until he can suck a mark behind Rogers ear.
Roger shivers against him and feels his heart pounding out of his chest in pleasure. Brian knows exactly what spots drive Roger crazy and how to push his buttons.
“Ah, Brian.” Roger dick strains painfully against his jeans. “We should-”
Brian cuts him off by capturing his lips again. His breath warm against Rogers face. His big gentle hands keep Roger close against his chest.
Their tongues meet halfway and they battle for dominance. Brian lets Roger take the lead and lick the outline of his lips, before he sucks Rogers tongue into his mouth hotly.
"We'll have to be quiet." Roger mumbles against Brians lips as soon as they part to breathe. His hands are already working to unzip Brians pants.
"Why do you think I snuck in through your window?"
Brian cups his cheeks and tilts his face up to kiss him again. He uses his free hand to caress Roger down his back and tug his shirt out of his pants.
Then he moves down into his pants and grabs a handful of ass.
“Bri,” Roger moans feverishly into his ear, before sliding his pants down to the floor after Brian helpfully lifts his hips off the bed. “Yeah, don’t stop.”
His own hands slip Brians underwear down his hips, before he gets a hold of his erect cock.
Brian hisses at the immediate relief he feels. “Babe, please...”
Smugly, Roger kisses down his neck while working his hand up and down the warm flesh of Brians member.
“You like that, don’t you?” Rogers lips brush against his ear hotly, before gently blowing hot air into it. The cock in his hand twitches, while Brians hips jerk up.
He laughs breathlessly. “If you want me to be quiet, this isn’t the way to do it.” But Brian is a good sport and his other hand finds it’s way into Rogers pants as well. Both of his hands cup Rogers firm ass.
“I worship your bottom.”
Roger grins and kisses him, still working his warm hands up and down Brians tall dick. “Same goes for your, Bri. I love your cock more than anything else.”
Brian groans hotly at the steady rhythm Roger finds and keeps up.
Brian looks beautiful like this. Roger feels warmth tugging in his underbelly just by the sight of Brian all hot and bothered.
His cheeks red and his head throws back in pleasure, all because of Roger.
“Can I suck you off?” He moans quietly while wiggling out of his own tight pants. “Please Bri. You look delicious and I-”
Brian puts a finger to his lips to shush him. “You never have to ask me twice to give me a blow job, Rog.”
Rogers shoulders relax and he feels lightheaded with arousal just by feeling Brians warm finger against his lips.
He opens his mouth and filthily sucks the long finger in one smooth gulp. He spits onto it and slides it in and out of his mouth suggestively, all while never breaking eye contact with Brian. He swirls his tongue over the tip and slides it further down his throat.
“Fuck.” Brian moans, while jerking into Rogers hand where it had stilled around his cock. “You’re so- fuck. Roger get to your knees.”
They’ve completely stopped trying to whisper. Roger tugs his pants and shirt off, while Brian slides his undergarments down to his knees as well.
He leans back onto the pillows with his legs spread invitingly.
Roger is completely naked when he jumps back onto the bed and sits on his hands and knees before Brian.
“I can’t describe to you how much I want to suck you dry.” He moans, before bending down to come face to face with Brians erect red dick.
Brian spreads his legs impossibly further and guides Rogers head towards his throbbing member. “Then do it, babe. Suck.”
Roger closes his eyes and breathes in the husky smell of Brians manhood.
He wraps his lips around the tip and suckles on it.
There are a few drops of bitter precum that make Roger rut into the mattress, desperate for some relief.
He looks up at Brian with lust in his eyes. Brians eyes are closed, his head thrown back, but his mouth is formed in a pleasurable O.
Roger goes back to working the member into his mouth by hollowing his cheeks. He slowly slides it down his relaxed throat. The shaft is a hot and familiar weight and he easily takes him.
He bops his head up and down to hear Brian moan and buck his hips up desperately.
“Fuck. Roger- you’re too good at this.”
He keeps Rogers head in place with his two hands and ruts his cock into Rogers mouth for more control.
“I’m gonna cum inside you. You’d like that won’t you?”
Roger moans around his cock, he swallows around it and the vibrations send shivers down Brians back. Saliva collecting at the base of his cock.
“You’re just my cum bitch, aren’t you, babe?” He watches as Roger desperately grinds his erection against the mattress for some relief.
Dirty talking sends his body into overdrive and makes him lightheaded. He’s glad Brian has taken control of fucking into his throat. Because Roger has lost all control.
“Roger. You’re so-”
“Roger, dear?” There is a knock on the door, followed by another call. “Can I come in? I just want to talk.”
Rogers mouth bops off Brians dick and he feels panic rise in his throat.
“I- uh... Not a good time dad.” His voice is entirely too loud and he’s too dazed to make a sensible next move.
Brian gets into action immediately and pushes himself off the bed and tries to get his pants and underwear on over his wet erect cock. He’s wobbly on his legs because of their previous activities, but he tries his best to rush.
“I don’t want us to go to bed angry.” John calls through the door with a hint of sadness and determination. “Please?”
Roger slaps his own cheek to get rid of some of the fogginess in his head. He gets out of bed as well and helps Brian climb into the closet by closing the door behind his half naked body.
“Uhm, gimme a moment dad.”
He doesn’t feel aroused anymore now that his father had interrupted them, but his cheeks are still flushed, his lips still glossy and swollen and his hair a sexed up mess.
“I am not here to argue.” John reassures him again and Roger feels a little bad for making him wait, while he tries to make his bed look presentable.
He puts on Brians shirt and hides his own clothes under the bed.
“I’m sorry you feel so bad-” John steps into the room uninvited, before raising an eyebrow at Rogers half naked state.
At least the shirt is long enough to reach his thighs and hide his dick.
“Hi dad.” He’s still breathless and sitting on the bed, but at least Brian is quiet and his father doesn’t seem angry.
“Hey honey.” John shuts the door and steps forward to wrap an arm around Roger.
“We missed you during dinner. I didn’t mean to upset you this much.” John places a kiss to Rogers sweaty forehead, but he doesn’t comment on it. “I wanted to punish you because if the police had caught you, there would be something on your record. Which would be troublesome for the rest of your career.”
Roger sighs and buries his face into Johns stomach to hide his embarrassment. “I know, I was just upset.”
“Understandable.” John pets his hair back until he can actually see his sons face. “You are still grounded for two weeks, but I’ll allow you to take your phone to school and go see the new star wars movie next week.”
Roger feels himself relax in his fathers hug. “Thanks dad.”
“I’m taking credit for being the good cop, not Freddie for once.” John chuckles, before pulling back.
“I won’t keep you up any longer.” He kisses Rogers forehead before stepping back towards the door.
Roger smiles up at his father. “Sleep well, dad.”
John nods solemnly, glad that the matter is settled. “You too, honey.” He opens the door and is about to step out, before he turns around one last time.
"Oh and Brian, we have a front door. You might want to use it some time."
Roger feels all the color drain from his face as he gapes at his father.
"Yes Mr. Deacon." Brians voice is muffled by the closet door. Sheepishly, he steps out with his hair ruffled and pants still unzipped.
Roger feels like sinking into the foundation of the house and never be found again. "Uh..."
John bites his lip to keep himself from laughing at the two young boys. "I'll let this one slide, only because the embarrassment is punishment enough."
“Right....” Roger blinks at him with wide eyes.
Then, he blows Roger a kiss and Brian a warning glance, before clicking the door closed behind himself. And John whistles down the hallway to the master bedroom.
Being a father has its incredible moments after all.