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For the "I wish you would write this fic thing" can I request a maylor scene inspired by the prompt: "accomodation mix ups"?

Of course! Here we go 👀

NSFW WARNING! Also, this is REALLY long. I wrote a full on story 💀

Voyeur POV

"What do you mean we have to share a bed?" Roger screeched, extremely offended that he was going to have to share a bed with Brian.

"I'm very sorry sir. It appears the reservations have been mixed up." The bellman replied quietly, hoping not to offend the angry blond man anymore.

"Rog, is it really that bad?" Brian asked, feeling a bit hurt at Roger's reaction.

"I mean, it could be worse. It could be Freddie! But I'd still rather not share a bed with any of my bandmates!" Roger huffed, crossing his arms and scowling at the bellman.

"Once again I am very sorry sir, but there is nothing we are able to do now. We will offer you both free room service as compensation." The bellman replied, twisting his hands nervously.

"Fine, fine. At least it's only two nights." Roger grumbled, turning to unpack his luggage. The bellman took that as a sign to leave and apologised once more before quickly fleeing.

"Did you really have to make such a big scene Roger?" Brian asked carefully, trying not to upset the drummer anymore.

"Of course I did! This is really annoying!" Roger crossed his arms and glared at Brian, causing the guitarist to shrink back into himself.

"I promise I'm not bad." Brian offered meekly.

"You'd better not be. If there was space I would just sleep on the floor, but our management has to choose the smallest rooms possible." Roger grumbled, continuing to unpack everything he would need for a two night stay.

"I wouldn't let you be uncomfortable. We can make a barrier between us with pillows or something if you're really that worried." Brian sighed, accepting the fact that Roger obviously didn't tolerate him as much as he thought.

"No, no I'm sorry that I'm being stingy. I just hate sharing a bed with someone unless it's.. y'know.." Roger trailed off, not wanting to make things awkward.

"Sexual. Yeah." Brian filled in the blank and started to unpack his own clothes. Roger hid his blush in his suitcase. It was something about Brian, the most innocent person he knew, saying the word 'sexual' that made him feel a bit tingly. He wasn't sure what it was, but he just put it off as embarrassment.

"Yeah. I don't know, we'll see how it goes. It's not you, Bri, I promise." Roger replied, feeling bad that it had come off as though it was Brian that was the problem.

"Don't worry, Rog. If it happens again then I'll sleep on the floor if you're not comfortable with sharing a bed." Brian proposed, walking over to the small bathroom to put his toothbrush and other things he would need inside the little cupboard.

"No, no. I'd have to sleep on the floor because it would be me being awkward. And besides, you're far too tall." Roger scoffed, hanging the last of his clothes up in the wardrobe.

"Fine, but hopefully it won't happen anyway." Brian compromised, smiling at Roger. He received a smile back and that was all he needed to know that Roger wasn't mad at him.

After the show

"I'm so tired, I'm gonna go back to the room." Brian yawned as the four of them stood in the dressing room, sweaty and sticky after their show.

"Me too, actually. I need a night off from the drinking." Roger agreed, much to the surprise of his three bandmates. No-one said anything though, as they didn't want to upset the blond. He'd been a bit cranky and it was blamed on lack of sleep and too much drinking.

"Alright." Brian replied, stripping out of his stage outfit and dabbing himself dry with a towel. Roger found himself distracted by Brian's lithe body, and he couldn't stop staring at the way Brian's muscles flexed as he moved. Shaking himself out of it, he told himself that he was really tired and he definitely wasn't still thinking of the way Brian's firm shoulders looked -

No. He cut his train of thought before he could go any further on it and discover something about himself that he perhaps didn't want to. He took his own stage wear off and changed into something far more comfortable. Plain jeans and a t shirt.

"Ready Rog?" Brian's voice brought him back to reality and he nodded, checking that he had everything with him.

"Yeah. Have a good evening guys!" Roger waved goodbye to his bandmates and followed Brian out of the dressing room. They walked in comfortable silence back to the hotel, which took about 10 minutes.

"Are you still ok with sharing a bed? I will sleep on the floor if you're not. You need some good sleep." Brian broke the silence.

"No, Bri, I promise it's okay. You need sleep as well, I know about your trouble sleeping. It's only two nights." Roger assured his friend, patting Brian's arm to show his sincerity.

"Okay. I'm going to have a quick shower before we go to bed." Brian told the blond, who nodded.

"Me too, you go first though." Roger said, and Brian nodded. Their conversation didn't start up again as they walked to their room.

"Right, I'll only be a few minutes." Brian called as he stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. Roger sat on the bed and pulled his shoes off, placing them neatly under what he had claimed as his side of the bed. He soon heard the shower turn off and Brian stepped out of the bathroom wearing only a very small towel. It was wrapped tightly around his waist and as Brian stretched it slipped down a little, revealing Brian's abdomen. Roger couldn't stop staring, but luckily Brian was distracted with drying his hair. The violent action of rubbing his hair only caused the towel to slip down further, and the water drops glistening on Brian's lower stomach made Roger re-consider everything about himself.

"I'm gonna shower now." He cleared his throat before he spoke, willing his eyes to stay away from Brian's stomach. The guitarist looked up at him and nodded with a smile, his flattened hair sticking to his forehead. Roger found the sight endearing, but he stopped his thoughts again before he could say something stupid. He went into the bathroom and shut the door, breathing out a sigh of relief. He didn't know what was happening to him, all that he knew was that he found himself suddenly attracted to his best friend. He shook his head and stepped into the shower, the warm water immediately giving his aching muscles relief. With nothing to distract him, his thoughts wandered back to Brian. He thought of Brian's sexy form with the towel slipping below his waist, threatening to reveal what Roger so desperately wanted to see.

His hand crept towards his crotch and before he could stop himself, he was stroking up and down his cock to the thought of Brian's wet form. He tried not to think of how wrong what he was doing was, and instead enjoyed the sensations. Brian was just in the next room, and here he was, wanking off to the memory of Brian's almost naked body. Increasing his pace, he was nearing his climax embarrassingly fast.

"Rog? Are you alright? You've been a while.." Brian's voice sliced through his fantasy, but the added sensation of the soft voice only made Roger gasp.

"Yeah, um," he cleared his throat, but didn't slow down his pace. "Sorry, I was thinking. Didn't realise how long I'd spent." He lied, flicking his thumb over the head of his cock.

"Oh, that's alright. Just checking you're ok." Brian's soft chuckle made Roger groan quietly, and his orgasm hit him out of the blue.

"I'm good." Roger replied, although he sounded breathless as he cummed hard, the picture of Brian's body still crystal clear in his head. Brian never replied, but he didn't need to. Roger was sated. He ignored the guilt he felt for what he'd done and finished cleaning himself off, before stepping out of the shower and patting himself dry. He hoped that he wouldn't feel too embarrassed when he saw Brian face to face. He opened the door and peered out, glad to see Brian was distracted with his nose in one of his astronomy books.

Roger slipped out of the bathroom and ruffled his hair to dry it a bit. He slipped into his night clothes before using the hairdryer to finish drying his hair. Brian hadn't bothered and his curls were only just springing back up, making him look a bit silly. Roger still thought he looked rather cute. He sighed at himself before climbing into bed next to his bandmate.

(I've thought of two endings for this. Ending one is cute and innocent, and I'll write that below here. Ending two is smutty and I'll write it below ending one.)

Ending one

"Hey." Brian greeted absentmindedly, still absorbed in his book.

"Hey. What are you reading?" Roger asked, scooting closer and looking over Brian's shoulder.

"Ah, just something about magnetohydrodynamics." Brian replied as if it was nothing.

"I'm sorry?" Roger spluttered, dumbfounded.

"Magnetohydrodynamics." Brian repeated, finally raising his eyes from the book and looking at Roger.

"What the fuck is-" Roger started to speak, but was interrupted by a loud clap of thunder. He screamed and jumped, immediately hiding his face in Brian's shoulder.

"Rog?" Brian put his book down and tapped Roger's arm that was currently wrapped around his own arm.

"Brian. I'm scared of thunder." Roger whimpered, huddling closer to the guitarist.

"Oh." Was all Brian could reply with. How Roger had managed to keep that a secret was beyond him, but he wasn't going to judge.

"Would you like me to read to you?" Brian offered. Roger whimpered in response as another clap of thunder resounded around the hotel room. It was close enough to make the windows rattle, and Roger felt tears spring to his eyes from embarrassment. Brian freed his arm from Roger's clutches, and wrapped it around the drummer's shoulders instead, keeping him close.

"Shh, Rog. It'll pass." Brian spoke softly, his voice calming the blond a little. Roger stuffed his face into Brian's chest and wrapped his arms around the older man's waist. Brian didn't seem to mind and only stroked Roger's shoulder comfortingly.

"Please read to me." Roger mumbled into Brian's breast. Brian didn't hesitate and used his free hand to balance the book on his legs before starting to read.

"Magnetohydrodynamics is the study of the magnetic properties and behaviour of electrically conducting fluids. Examples of such magnetofluids include plasmas, liquid metals, salt water, and electrolytes." Brian read, his voice soothing. Roger immediately relaxed a little, but squeaked loudly when another clap of thunder shook the windows. Brian wasn't phased and continued reading.

"The fundamental concept behind magnetohydrodynamics is that magnetic fields can induce currents in a moving conductive fluid, which in turn polarizes the fluid and reciprocally changes the magnetic field itself." Roger listened intently, trying to understand. He didn't really get it, but Brian's voice was calming him down nonetheless. Every clap of thunder was making him tense up less and less, until the sound didn't phase him at all.

"In many magnetohydrodynamic systems most of the electric current is compressed into thin nearly-two-dimensional ribbons termed current sheets. These can divide the fluid into magnetic domains, inside of which the currents are relatively weak. Current sheets in the solar corona are thought to be between a few meters and a few kilometers in thickness, which is quite thin compared to the magnetic domains, which are thousands to hundreds of thousands of kilometers across. Another example is in the Earth's magnetosphere, where current sheets separate topologically distinct domains, isolating most of the Earth's ionosphere from the solar wind." Brian stopped reading when he realised Roger didn't seem to be scared anymore.

"Better?" He asked, still rubbing Roger's shoulder sweetly.

"Yes, thank you so much." Roger replied, removing his face from Brian's chest. They locked eyes and something new passed between them. They didn't speak, but both moved closer until their lips met softly.

"I've wanted to do that since forever." Brian whispered, still holding Roger close.

"It's lucky for you that I realised after the show that I'm attracted to you then." Roger said cheekily, a grin slowly spreading across his face. Brian looked surprised but he only brought Roger into another kiss.

Ending 2 - NSFW warning

Brian put his book down as Roger clambered in next to him.

"Ready to sleep now?" He questioned, and Roger nodded with a yawn.

"Yeah." He replied, pulling the covers up and over himself, settling into the bed. It was surprisingly comfortable for the quality of hotel that their management insisted on booking them. Brian leaned over to place his book on the nightstand before flipping off the lights. The room was plunged into darkness, and Roger found himself easily slipping into sleep.

However, he was awoken by something he was never expecting to hear. Brian was writhing around and groaning. Roger's eyes snapped open, and he was glad that the curtains were shitty enough to let the moonlight in. In the pale light, he could see Brian's face covered in a sheen of sweat. Was he having a nightmare?

"Oh..that's it.." Brian moaned, rocking against the bed. Not a nightmare. A wet dream. Roger sucked in a breath and felt his cock stir with immediate interest. He turned away from Brian and tried to will himself back to sleep but it was no use. It was too distracting. He flipped back over and let his eyes draw over Brian's form. His face was contorted into an expression of extreme pleasure and his hands were gripping onto the bedsheets. Roger could see the bones in Brian's hand and his long fingers gripping onto the bedsheets just made Roger wonder what those fingers were capable of. The sheets had almost come off of Brian entirely, or maybe he'd thrown them off in his dream. They were only covering his abdomen and down to his thighs. However, Roger could clearly see Brian's dick standing tall underneath the covers. He gulped at the sight and didn't know what to do. Should he wake Brian? Even though it would be embarrassing for him? Should he go and knock on Freddie and John's room and ask to sleep there?

He mulled over his decisions but it seemed that Brian was going to decide for him. The guitarist moved around and the sheets came off of him entirely, leaving nothing to the imagination. Brian had only worn his boxers to bed and Roger was quite enjoying the sight. Brian shifted and moved closer, and suddenly he was gripping onto Roger's leg. He murmured in delight in his sleep, and Roger's face flushed a deep red. He tried to pull himself out of Brian's grip but the guitarist only held on tighter, drawing Roger close to him. Roger groaned as he was fully hard as well. This wouldn't do, he would not stoop that low and take advantage of Brian's wet dream. Everyone had them, and it wasn't fair on him to take advantage of it. Roger only flipped away from Brian and tried to ignore his aching erection and Brian's hands still gripping onto his leg. It was useless. How was he meant to ignore that?

He decided that he would just wait for Brian's dream to end. He would wait it out and then maybe he'd go and have a second wank to sort out his own problem. But once again, Brian decided that was not to be the case. His hands moved up Roger's body, up to his upper chest. Roger suddenly found Brian's arms wrapped around his chest, and Brian was drawing his body closer and closer. He kept bringing himself closer until he was pressed right up against Roger. His erection pressing right against Roger's behind.

"Oh fuck." Roger whimpered, realising he couldn't escape now. And it definitely couldn't get any worse for him, right?

Wrong.

Roger groaned as Brian started whimpering into his ear. The guitarist was panting softly and Roger's eyes rolled back into his head at the sounds. Then, Brian went one step further and started rutting against Roger's behind. His hard dick rubbing against Roger's ass.

"Oh, Brian. Oh my god." Roger gasped, momentarily forgetting that Brian was only having a wet dream. This wasn't real. Brian's pace increased and he starting moaning into Roger's ear as he fucked his cock against Roger.

The blond decided that enough was enough and he had taken advantage of Brian enough. He moved his hands up and tried to pry Brian's arms off of him, but the guitarist just held on tighter, thrusting harder. Roger whimpered, desperately trying not to moan. He couldn't take advantage of this. He groaned and decided that if he flipped over it might be easier to get Brian's arms off of him, meaning he'd be able to slip out of Brian's hold and replace himself with a pillow. This was a huge mistake as all of a sudden Brian was rutting against his own neglected cock, the friction making Roger lose control. He moaned loudly, his face right up close to Brian's.

"Fucks sake." Roger groaned, still trying to get Brian's arms off of him. It deemed to be an impossible task, as Brian seemed to have double the strength in his sleep.

Roger decided that there was no other option than to wake Brian and hope that it didn't ruin their friendship. He pulled away from Brian as much as he could, deciding on the best way to wake his friend from his very vivid dream.

"Brian, Bri. Wake up." He tried, but it was no use. Roger sighed and started patting Brian's face, which was hot to the touch. It didn't work, so Roger groaned in frustration and patted it harder. Brian seemed to falter in his movements but he soon resumed his quick pace.

"Fuck!" Roger cursed, feeling like there was no way out. There was only one option he could think of left. He sighed and leaned forward, kissing Brian's slack mouth. Much to Roger's relief and embarrassment, Brian's eyes flew open and his movements slowed to a stop.

"Oh shit." Brian croaked, immediately realising the position he and Roger were in. He took one look at Roger's face and seemed to gather that Roger had not been partaking in his midnight activities. He hastily moved away from the blond, his cock still straining in his briefs. What he failed to notice was that Roger was also in a similar state.

"I did not just act that out in real life." Brian gasped, completely mortified.

"If 'that' includes gripping onto me so hard that I can't escape and attempting to fuck me, then yes, you did." Roger couldn't help but smirk at the situation and Brian's terrifed expression.

"I am so sorry. I'll just..leave." Brian apologised, sitting up and going to get out of bed.

"No, Bri, wait." Roger grabbed Brian's wrist and decided that it was now or never. He had to come clean about how he felt. He dragged Brian closer by his hand, Brian coming reluctantly.

"Bri, was that dream about me? Are you attracted to me?" Roger checked, wanting to make sure it wasn't just coincidental that the guitarist had been moaning his name whilst mindlessly fucking into him.

"Yes, I'm attracted to you. I'm sorry." Brian apologised weakly.

"Don't be." Roger replied, smirking at Brian's confused expression. Before the older man could answer, Roger moved Brian's hand down so it was resting on Roger's own erection.

"Rog?" Brian gasped, wondering if this was really happening.

"I'm attracted to you too." Roger grinned, his expression immediately morphing into one of pleasure as Brian started massaging his cock through his trousers. It was going to be a long night..

The next morning

"How was sharing a bed with Brian?" Freddie asked as him, Deaky and Roger sat at the table at breakfast. Brian hadn't gotten up yet but he and Roger had talked and decided to try out a relationship.

"I had sex with Brian." Roger replied as if it was nothing, grinning as Freddie spat out his tea and John started choking on his eggs.

"You WHAT!?" Freddie screeched, wiping his mouth.

"I had sex with Brian." Roger repeated, taking a bite of his toast with a gleam in his eye.

"Yes I heard that! But you must explain darling!" Freddie scoffed. Roger only laughed and wondered how to tell the story without embarrassing himself or Brian too much..

Wowee..I went OFF ON THIS. J e s u s. Anyway if anyone actually read this, I hope you enjoyed 😭 will be posted as a one shot to my one shot book soon.

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