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The Thrill of It All	By : signorinaravelli Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Pink Floyd Views: 926 -:- 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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“There’s fucking dust in my eyes.”

“But it looked wonderful!”

The band had just run across the Pompeian landscape for the ninth time. It felt a little silly initially but the second time around they were able to be slightly more enthused about it. Adrian, however, seemed to want as many takes as possible and it grew tedious very quickly. The sun was starting to set and despite the heat in the daytime it got quite cold by nightfall. Coupled with the dust blowing all over the place, Roger was nearly ready to pack it in. He’d rolled his turtleneck up over his nose to avoid breathing any of the stuff in, but it was still irritating his eyes quite a bit.

“We’re losing the light!”

The dailies afterward were a little interesting. Everyone was quite impressed upon seeing their likenesses in real movie quality – a little surreal but interesting nonetheless. Roger silently mused that if Pink Floyd were staring in an actual film, he’d probably be cast as the sneaky villain. He rubbed his palm over his face and remembered that villains tended to have some outstanding ugly feature (like a huge conk.) David would clearly be the hero…if his stomach were perhaps firmer. Roger liked the slight pudge though – it was comfortable to rest his head on. He wondered what his own body felt like, all awkward and gangly and bony – when he held David it was probably like being embraced by death.

That’s so fucking macabre. I’ll have to use it sometime.

Something no one could really overlook was the fact that the dailies were filled with shots of a bare-chested David.

“Here, is the whole movie going to be like this?” asked Rick.

“There are going to be some…edits, yes.” Adrian sounded quite forlorn.

When they returned, Roger and David, still a little skittish around one another after the fight, made it up with a bath in the big, ornate tub. David was less-than-surprised to learn that Roger had never shared a bath or a shower with anyone before and was therefore determined to make his first time as pleasant as possible. They’d reverted back to their original agreement, though David was behaving significantly more lenient than before. Actually, things hadn’t really gone how he’d planned anyway…if they had, Roger would still be on his hands and knees, kissing his feet, probably with a few welts across his back. It was a nice mental image but clearly that would be something they’d have to work up to – assuming that Roger would be willing to give it another try after the seven days were up. Tonight they’d have fun, though. Or at least he would. If Roger could actually find it in him to relax, David was sure that he’d enjoy himself as well. And as for…

Roger’s back was slick with frothy soap, David’s callused hands working his tense shoulder blades deliciously. Roger couldn’t help but feel relaxed by the massage, and not to mention being submerged in this lovely hot water. The mirror was steamed up with condensation and the air damp and heavy. It all made him feel so sleepy…if not for the hands gliding expertly over his back, he’d have sunk slowly into all that warm water and happily drowned. The soapy hands snaked around his body to lather up his chest, pulling him back against David’s body. Fingers slid over his nipples, glided down his ribs. David shifted so that Roger could now definitely feel his raging hard-on pressed against his lower back. He brushed his lips against the wet tendrils of hair before nudging them aside and gently suckling the tender flesh of his neck.

Roger restrained himself from pushing David’s hands lower. He was well-aware that it was all a tease and would lead up to nothing but he daren’t take any liberties. At least he knew that his tormenter was just as excited and he deliberately pushed back against his cock – David would have to do something, wouldn’t he? But the guitarist kept his composure and continued to stroke his chest and belly, occasionally venturing down across his thighs and back again. He paused in his oral ministrations and pressed his lips to his ear instead.

“Am I getting you worked up?” he murmured. Roger said nothing but groaned in frustration. “Am I, Roger?”

“Yes, sir…”

“Good. And since you’ve been so good today, you’re going to have a very fun night.” His hand paused just below his navel. “And so will I.”

“…sir? May I speak, please?”

“What is it, pet?”

“Sir, may please I kiss you? Properly?”

Roger wasn’t sure how his request would be taken but he couldn’t help but smile quietly when he felt a hand on his shoulder urging him to turn around. David’s lips always looked so soft and inviting, but never as much as they did now, fixed in a typical impish grin. Roger didn’t even bother to wait for him to make the first move and quickly seized them, overwhelmed as usual by their texture, supple and velvety. More delectable than any of the female mouths he’d tasted. Sometimes when they kissed, he liked to keep his eyes open, just to see David so sublime with his eyes closed. Or to watch the steel blue peering out from between half-lowered lips. A tongue slipped past his lips and Roger responded eagerly, pushing back with just as much force. God, he wanted him, he wanted him so badly it didn’t matter whether he fucked David or David fucked him, just so long as one was inside the other.

Dave…oh God, Dave…

The kiss abruptly stopped and Roger almost wanted to cry in frustration. He needed to get off so badly it hurt…he needed proper intimate contact with Dave or he’d go mad…that fucking teasing smile.

“I think you’re ready. Get out and get dried off.”
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