The First Time
“I think that last one was particularly brilliant.” Perry said happily as Roger unlocked his hotel room’s door with fumbling, drunken fingers. “You looked like you were positively bouncing!”
“Was I?” Roger blinked, trying to clear his field of vision, as he walked in, his band-mate following behind him. “I don’t remember. My head hurts…”
“I think you had too much of that extra fizzy one. What did they call it?” Perry tried to remember. “Doesn’t matter now. But that’s probably it.”
Roger shrugged, plopping down on the end of the bed and laying back, staring at the ceiling. “Mmm. Robert and Simon went off awfully fast…”
Perry blinked at him for a moment. “You can’t be serious.”
“What?”
“You mean, you didn’t know?”
“Know what?” Roger sat up, head spinning, and tried to give Perry a cross look. “What’s going on?”
“Those two are, well, they’re…” Perry touched the tips of his first fingers together, grinning in a silly sort-of way. “I doubt there’s anybody around that Simon hasn’t had. I mean, the whisper around is that he’s not called Sex God Gallup for no reason!”
Roger’s mouth went dry and he looked away, lying down against the pillows at the headboard. “Um…Sex God Gallup? Right. I think I’ve heard that one…so he…and Rob…”
“Yup.” Perry nodded, laughing a little to himself. Then he noticed how quiet Roger had gone. “Your head hurt worse?”
“No, it’s about the same…” Slight throbbing in his temples.
“Something else wrong?”
“No, it’s nothing…” Roger shook his head, then wished that he hadn’t; he brought his hands up and massaged the sides of his skull, moaning a bit in the sudden waves of pain crashing through his mind. “Ugh…”
“This is about Simon, isn’t it?” Perry took a guess. “Well, don’t be ashamed, man, I’ve let him toss me off at least twice in the past – ”
“What?” Roger sat up, ignoring the spinning agony in his head. “You mean, you’ve…oh God…”
Perry raised an eyebrow and gave him an odd look. “What? He’s my mate. Why not? I mean, if he wants to…it’s not like he forced me or anything…”
“Yes, but you…oh…” Roger closed his eyes, lying down again. “Never mind.”
“No; what is it?” Perry asked with concern, moving over from his own bed to sit on the side of Roger’s, resting a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “You embarrassed?”
“He’s never touched me.”
The guitarist blinked. “Uh…wow! Well, I’m sure if you asked him – ”
Roger buried his face in the pillows with a groan. “No, that’s not the point! I mean…ahh.” he let out a sigh. “I’ve never let any man touch me like that.”
There was a long pause. Then, “Are you serious?”
“Yes…” Roger said, looking up at Perry with a raised eyebrow.
“Then what’s with all this girly stuff you used to do? I’ve seen those pictures – I mean, my God – all those frilly, floral shirts, and that hair, and that make-up; were you trying to channel Siouxsie? Because she’s not dead yet…”
“You thought I wanted men because I dressed like a pouf?!”
“Simon does it; look at him!”
“Simon is a very bad example to use here.” Roger buried his face in the pillows again. His headache was still throbbing merrily away between his temples.
Perry sighed lightly and lay down beside Roger, squeezing his shoulder reassuringly. “So, you’ve never even kissed a boy?”
“No.”
“Would you like to?”
“No! I mean…” Roger bit his lip and looked at Perry, afraid he’d offended his friend. “I’m sorry, but I just – ”
He couldn’t speak; Perry was kissing him. Just lightly. Roger held still, giving Perry an odd look, before pulling back and shaking his head. “Um…don’t do that.”
“And why not?”
“Because you’re my mate…this is too surreal…” Roger closed his eyes and leaned his head on the pillows.
Warmth. Perry was kissing him again. He pushed his friend away, gently. “Come on, I asked you to stop…”
Perry leaned on an elbow and frowned. “Was it really all that terrible? Let me just show you what real kisses are.”
“I know what a real kiss is.” Roger said crossly, but sighed and nodded. “You’re not going to leave me alone until you get what you want, are you?”
Perry grinned sheepishly. “You know me too well.” He lowered his head, and this time Roger met him in a kiss.
It was tender and sweet, comforting. Roger was surprised at how soft Perry’s lips were; he found himself oddly tempted to kiss back. It didn’t seem to be hurting anything, so he rested his arm across his friend’s shoulders, and closed his eyes.
The guitarist opened his mouth and for a moment, Roger’s mind drew a blank. Then he remembered how to kiss, and let himself forget that it was Perry. He was just kissing, it was just something nice and warm, and besides. It was making him forget his throbbing headache.
Perry wrapped his arms around Roger’s back, stroking him gently, trying to get him to relax further. It worked. The keyboardist seemed to melt under his friend’s gentle touches, sighing with pleasure and feeling oddly content.
When they both pulled away, it was slow and reluctant.
“Well?” Perry inquired, tilting his head to the side on the pillows.
Roger shifted. He wasn’t really sure what to say. He’d liked it, but how to say it nicely? “Thank you.” he finally decided. “That was nice.”
“Nice, is that all?” Perry chuckled lightly, poking Roger’s shoulder softly. “You seemed to enjoy that.”
“I did.” Roger admitted, unable to stop a grin as he pushed Perry’s hand away from its poking. “You’ve done this before.”
“I’d say the same thing about you, if you hadn’t said otherwise.” Perry pointed out.
“Well, it’s just like kissing a girl.”
“That was my point.”
“What?”
“Simon doesn’t see the difference between boys and girls when he kisses. I mean, it’s obvious when it comes to sex, but otherwise, having fun doesn’t have much to do with gender.”
“I guess.” Roger shrugged. It was all a bit complex for his fuzzy mind at the moment. “Um…kiss me again?”
Perry laughed and their lips met once more. It was a little easier this time, and Roger found himself wanting to drift, wanting to just relax like this. This was comfortable; this was nice. In fact, it was all comfortable and nice; Perry’s hands on his back, his own hands were around his friend’s waist. He pulled them a little closer together, and when he found no resistance, he kissed a little deeper.
It was all right that it was Perry, his friend didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. As far as he was concerned, this didn’t change anything about who he was. All it did was feel good. And the warmth was nice, too.
Then he felt something else. There was something hard against his thigh. He realized what it was, and broke away from Perry’s lips, holding the other man back, to confirm with his eyes; his friend was aroused.
“Oh…uh…” Roger stumbled for words, feeling uncomfortable, and bit his lip. He looked back up at Perry’s face, not knowing what to do or say. “I’m sorry…?”
“No, no, don’t be.” Perry laughed, a little breathlessly. “It just means you’re a good kisser.”
“Oh, well, I…”
“Don’t be ashamed.” Perry shook his head with a smile, reaching down with his hand. It was only then that Roger realized that he was also hard – he hadn’t even noticed.
Now this was a bit much for him. He tried to move away, but Perry’s hands kept him in place. “Um, Perry, I think this is going a bit too far right now, can we stop please?”
“Why would we do that?” Perry asked innocently, smiling and nuzzling into Roger’s neck. With a light moan, the keyboardist tilted his head back; how could his friend reduce him to this, so fast? Well…
“Don’t – don’t tell anyone…and…and don’t let me regret this…” Roger whispered, closing his eyes and releasing his grip on the back of Perry’s shirt.
Perry smiled and kissed his friend’s eyelids. “I promise.”
Roger forced himself to relax, lying back into the pillows. He had some vague notion about how this thing was supposed to work, but he sure wasn’t going to make a fool of himself if he was wrong. Besides which, Perry seemed more than happy to show him…
“Mm.” Perry was doing something to his neck, nuzzling it. Roger’s eyes fluttered open and he stared at the ceiling, lips parted just enough to let extra gasps of air through. There was a wet heat on his neck, it pinched and his breath stopped. “You taste good…”
He couldn’t breathe for a moment; and then it all came to him in a rush. His hands gripped Perry’s back and squeezed. He heard a chuckle, Perry was evidently amused. “Neck sensitive, mm? Let’s see what we can do with that…”
Perry was stripping out of his clothes; Roger watched every inch of skin appear from behind the other man’s shirt as if peeling away layers of old paint. The lighting in the hotel room was poor, but he could see enough, and he swallowed sharply when Perry began to undo his belt. There was a rather large bulge about an inch under the buckle, and the older man suddenly felt slick with a nervous sweat.
“Uh, Perry…”
“Shh, don’t worry.” Perry pressed a finger against Roger’s lips. “We don’t have to go that far, not for a long, long time.” He bent and kissed his friend, warm and soft. Roger let out a breath and kissed him back, hands gently stroking Perry’s back.
He straightened up again, this time to undo Roger’s shirt and help take it off. The older man felt rather like a doll, the way Perry was stripping him. A doll or a small child, and wasn’t that an image? He shivered when he felt those warm silky lips on his throat again. Hypnotic. He absolutely couldn’t move when they began to bite. “Ah –”
Perry smiled and pulled away, hands mapping Roger’s chest. The older man felt as if he was on fire, but his friend’s hands were burning him up even more, so much hotter than his body. He could feel a blush singe his cheeks as Perry’s hands found the edges of his trousers and he bit his lip. “Perry…”
“Too fast?”
“N-no…” he wasn’t scared, simply nervous, and shook his head to indicate that Perry should continue. “Go on…”
Perry nodded, and slowly slid Roger’s trousers off of him, kicking off his own and sitting by Roger’s waist. The older man blinked up at him, refusing to look at the reality between his friend’s thighs. “Um, please…?”
Perry chuckled and straddled Roger, pressing down against him, chest to chest, hip to hip – he began to bite and suck Roger’s neck again. The keyboardist shut his eyes tight and whimpered softly, breath caught and mind racing. Some small part of him nagged that he was going to have to wear a large collar the next few days…
“Relax.” He heard Perry whisper, and he tried. “You’re too tense…” he felt a hand slide agonizingly slowly down his stomach, tickling almost, and he felt those muscles contract under the alien feeling. “Think of it like being at the doctor’s…”
“I hate check-ups…” Roger murmured humorlessly, opening his eyes to watch as Perry touched his arousal. He swallowed and curled his fingers in the sheets as he felt it. “Ohhhh…”
“Hush.” Perry smiled and leaned back, spreading Roger’s thighs and kneeling between them. The older man nearly bit his tongue when his friend leaned over and slowly inched that cock into his hungry mouth. Roger fought to keep from jumping at the sensation; it was like when Perry had bitten his neck, but oh so much better.
“Perry…” he groaned, trying to stay up on his elbows and watch, but losing tension in his arms caused him to fall back against the pillows. He could feel it, though, that horrifyingly wonderful wet heat surrounding his arousal. It was too good, too good. “Please…”
“What is it you want?” pulling off with a slurp that nearly made Roger cry. “Do you want to stop?”
“No!” Roger sat up immediately, grabbing Perry and dragging him in for a kiss. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”
Perry kissed him deeply, laughing as he sat back on his heels and stroked up and down Roger’s thighs. “So what do you want? Do you want to fuck?”
Roger paused, wincing slightly. “Fuck? Uh, that’s…that’s kind of…”
“Have sex, then?” Perry sighed, grinning ruefully. “Yeah, you’re right, friends don’t fuck. That’s so crude.” He wrinkled his nose.
Roger laughed weakly and lay back, trying to relax. “Sure. Just, go slow, would you?”
“Of course.” Perry nodded, vanishing into the bathroom and returning with the complimentary hand cream bottle from the sink. “Now I’m not going to lie to you – this will sting a little, but if you relax, it’ll be over quickly.”
Roger swallowed and found himself quite unable to speak. He barely managed to nod, throat closing over at the thought that this was it, he was finally going to understand. To know. To share this, the ultimate trust, with another man.
Perry kissed him once more, then greased up his hands with a generous amount of cream before spreading Roger’s thighs. “Keep breathing, Roger.” He ordered, and then slid his fingers in.
Roger near about lost consciousness. He barely remembered to breathe; it was like he was tripping. He could see the sensations more than feel them, Perry’s fingers were inside him and it was so strange. There was pain, oh yes, but it was odd and far away, as if he was watching it happening to someone else.
“Perry…” he said, voice in a dry whisper. But he couldn’t say anything else. He didn’t know what to say, exactly.
“Breathe, Roger.” He heard, and then felt more fingers. Perry stretched him for a few more blissfully high moments, and then pulled out. Things seemed to go dark again and he let out a short noise which wasn’t quite a whimper but was dangerously close.
Perry laughed again, somewhere far away, and then there was a pushing sensation. He was lost again, washed away by pain and pleasure. “Ohhh…” all of a sudden it was here and now, there was no metaphor to describe this. Perry had his cock buried in Roger’s body and he could feel the younger man moving. Thrusting was more like it. There was a dizzy, warm pleasure building in his stomach, and he moaned out loud.
Through the sensation of being filled he could feel Perry’s hands on his chest, moving, he was being kissed and he kissed back, body flooded with more heat. He was burning, he was burning, he was going to explode…
He came with a rush that surprised him, hands clenching into Perry’s arms for grip and he rode out the waves, yelling until he felt those warm lips cover his again. At the end when he could just manage to breathe again he felt Perry stiffen above him, and let out a low groan. The thrusting stopped; he was finished too.
Roger clung to Perry, and neither of them moved for a few moments.
“Wow.”
“Um…”
Perry pushed back a bit, but Roger tugged him forward again. “Don’t go – don’t pull out.” He managed, not looking Perry in the face. He liked the sensation of being full, of being complete. He could still feel the younger man inside him. “Not just yet.”
“All right.” Perry smiled slightly, stretching out and laying his arms around Roger’s shoulders, just lying there, content to be with him. “All right.”
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