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Lessons Learned	By : luna65 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Pink Floyd Views: 919 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Pink Floyd. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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It was a passing remark of Willie’s which began the flood of recollection, the bastard. He was reminiscing about a former girlfriend, from back in the days of limping from gig to gig, starving and depending upon the kindness of acquaintance and avarice.

“You remember Charlotte, don’t you Dave? She took a shine to you, I know. But then again, who didn’t?”

David crossed his eyes and stuck out his tongue, which he generally did whenever someone made a remark about his looks, attempting to get out from under the burden of beauty. But the women were all a blur to him, mostly.

Which is not to say he couldn’t remember his lovers all too well.

(Roger)
It was a very late night in a very rumpled hotel room bed. Roger and David were enormously excited to finally bed one another far from home, safe in anonymity and blind with lust. Their encounters since the Christmas party had been few and far too fleeting: groping in the back of the van as they drove the length of England for the new year’s gigs, or locked in the lavatory at the venues. Even so, the frustration seemed to add to the spice of their desire.

“Four days,” David whispered throatily as he pinned Roger to the wall in the loo at Twickenham, “four days till you’re my slut, sweet thing.”

Roger was so aroused he forgot to be sarcastic. “Oh God I can’t wait to be in bed with you again.” He sucked on David’s lower lip and moaned softly in his throat.

“You could have been already, Rog.”

“It’s too risky,” Roger whispered.

David wanted to shake him with frustration. In as much as Roger seemed to desire him equally, he concurrently held himself back from showing his feelings with the ease which seemed second nature to David.

They continued to kiss and run their hands all over one another. Roger let out another moan right in David’s ear as his lover undid his jeans and stroked his cock.

“Suck me off,” he begged, breathy and desperate.

“Mmm, much as I love to suck your cock, you’re going to have to learn to reciprocate, lad.”

Roger pulled back, looking confused. “But I’ve never –“

“Yes, I know. So you’ll have to learn, won’t you?”

Roger grimaced slightly, and blushed. “I s’pose.”

David held Roger’s face, ran his thumbs along exquisite cheekbones and lush lips. “The things I can do to you if I’m properly pleased, you’ve no idea, darling.”

Roger’s eyes widened and he leaned in to nip at his lover’s mouth yet again.

“Alright you prat, teach me how to tongue you proper, but not right now!”

David got down on his knees and pulled Roger’s clothing away, smiling as he ran his tongue all the way from the tip of the glans to the bottom of the sac, achingly slow.

“You’d better enjoy this, lad, because it may be the last time for a while.”

Roger didn’t answer aloud, but as he put his hands in David’s hair and gasped as a warm mouth engulfed his prick he believed that he could learn anything as long as it kept his lover doing oh my god that, yes, don’t stop you slut as David’s mouth gave Roger the most exquisite feeling he’d ever had: something between intense pleasure and blinding oblivion.

The room was almost completely dark, the curtains parted just slightly to allow for some ambient light to enter. The bedclothes and pillows were scattered around the floor, only two panting young bodies upon the sheeted mattress, one pinning the other down as he kissed and licked and sucked at various limbs. The other moaned breathy and low, pulling at hair, running taunt fingers along skin.

David put two fingers together and brushed them against Roger’s lips.

“Let’s see how you suck, sweet thing.”

Roger opened his mouth and David put his fingers on Roger’s tongue.

“Okay, hold on to my hand and do it like I showed you.”

Roger began to suck on David’s fingers, moving them in and out of his mouth slowly.

“Mmm, a little bit more suction, but not too hard.”

Roger repeated the action, and it still felt awkward but David could tell he was genuinely trying to get the hang of it. His saucer eyes sought assurance from his lover.

“Better. Keep doing it like that.”

Roger closed his eyes and improved with repetition, the sensation of his tongue against David’s skin going straight to his prick, in a few moments he was achingly erect.

“Are you ready to try, hmm?”

“Alright, but listen, don’t make me, well –“

“What?”

“Y’know. Don’t make me do that the first time.”

“Do you remember the very first time?”

Roger sighed, running his hands through David’s hair. “Of course I do. It was rather a memorable Christmas, wasn’t it?”

“And when I gave you head then, what did I do?” David leaned in and kissed Roger’s neck, moving down to graze his teeth across the collarbone.

Roger sighed again, realizing he couldn’t squirm out of David’s line of questioning. “You swallowed.”

“That’s right.” David put his mouth against Roger’s ear. “I swallowed every drop of jizz, and why? Because I wanted to, wanted to please you. And I do it every time because I want every bit of you, you taste so fucking good.”

Roger groaned. “Fuckin’ hell, you’re such a dirty slut.”

They kissed again, hungrily intense.

“And you like that, don’t you?”

“You bloody well know it.”

“Don’t you think I’d like a dirty boy as well, eh? What’s holding you back, Georgie? Besides not knowing what to do?”

“Dunno. Sometimes I can’t wrap my mind around this, I s’pose.”

Never wanted to, except with you.

“I’ll take you anyway I can get you, you know that, lad. But it’s not much fun if you’re selfish.”

“I’ll be good, Dave,” Roger whispered, trying his best to be contrite. Realizing he had finally attained a goal he had considered nigh impossible over the course of the previous year, he honestly did not want to ruin things by being squeamish.

“Of course you will. . .look who’s teaching you.”

“Prat.”

“This prat is the best fuck you’ve ever had, remember that.”

“Oh I do, Dave, believe me I do.”

“Come get me, boy.”

They got up from the bed and David sat in the room’s only chair, perched on the edge of the seat to make it easier for Roger, given their difference in height. Roger got down on his knees in front of David and began by licking from the base to the tip, then slowly sucked on the glans and David threw back his head with a surprised groan.

“Didn’t know it could be so hard,” Roger whispered, the warmth of his breath making David shiver.

“Could cut a diamond with this, lad.”

“Certainly feels like it when you’re inside.”

David chuckled and Roger loved the sound of his bemused arousal. Roger’s eyes had adjusted to the darkness and he could see David well enough, see that smile which utterly beguiled him no matter how much he attempted to resist. He could admit to himself that he was largely selfish, enjoyed the game of keeping David at arm’s length which spurred him to further seduction - felt so very special as the target of that seduction – but he also knew how easily his lover became bored with mere sex, even as he appeared to need it. As far as Roger could recall, David never had occasion to spend the night alone, even to sleep, possessing some kind of instinctual need for a warm body beside him. Roger took a breath, swallowed, and then devoted himself to the task. David wove his hands into thick shining hair and sighed contently. Roger was slow but thorough, and David groaned loudly as he enthusiastically licked every inch, the tip of his tongue probing the slit just as David had done to him. It was easier now, to do the things he remembered being done to him, wondering if he made David feel anywhere near as delirious; he had never realized what passion truly was, beyond adolescent fumbling which had matured into a certain familiar comfort, to know that affection was abiding and sympathy ever bestowed. But this, this was beyond every thrill and terror and joy and sorrow. The ache and ardor, his heart pounding at the oddest moments: staring across the stage, in the midst of a groove, to see that sly smile. The smile which told him I know what you want, and I’m going to give it to you.

David realized that Roger would probably never be skilled, he was far too impatient for such nuances. But David had gotten him to bend, and if anything defined their relationship beyond the blinding passion which was a kind of long-term temporary insanity, it was the equally overpowering desire for each to master the other, to push each other to a precipice never realized in any other situation. The thought of what lay ahead made him groan again and offload into that obedient – for the moment – mouth. To his credit, Roger did not panic, he swallowed even as he grimaced once finished, wiping his mouth.

“Wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“I did alright, then?”

“Well the proof is in the pudding, isn’t it?”

They began giggling, the pun altogether adolescent but still hilarious.

Roger stood up and took David’s hands into his own.

“C’mon then, we’ve so much more to do, lover.”

“Mmmm, aren’t you an insatiable thing?”

“That’s two of us, I’d say,” Roger quipped, his index finger tracing David’s cock, which was hardening even as he’d just come. “You’re ready to please as you’ve been pleased?”

“I’m ready to nail you to the floor, sweet thing.”

Roger pulled David back onto the bed, laughing. “Hammer on, boy, let’s make a racket.”
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