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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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The request to get dressed was slightly confusing to Roger but he was willing to comply nonetheless.

A slippery, silky bundle of evergreen was tossed to him and with a sinking heart he realized what David was on about when he said wanted him to dress. He stared wordlessly up at David from where he was seated on the bed. Wordless but quite a lot being conveyed through his expression, namely “you’re fucking kidding me.”

“I liked the green. It matches your eyes quite nicely. Don’t you agree, pet?” When Roger didn’t attempt to untangle the mess of fabric, he made a hurried sweeping gesture with his hand. “Go on, look at what I’ve picked for you.”

Hesitantly, Roger unfolded the garment and held it out at arms length to appraise it. It had been obvious that it was a dress. But this was a particular dress…a particularly short dress. The outer layer was a flowy sort of dark green silk, the under layer thin cotton of the same material. Short, slightly puffed little sleeves and an empire waist. A similarly colored satin ribbon encircled the area just below the where his breasts would be if he had any…oh, it was just getting too fucking weird!

“You look less than enthused.”

I am, you fucking prat.

“But I think you’ll find that it certainly allows for ease of movement. I quite enjoyed it.”

In spite of his annoyance and embarrassment, Roger could not help but acknowledge the jolt that traveled from his ears straight down to his cock. He had never thought about cross-dressing one way or the other but the thought of David in a short little flirty number like this…

Phwoar!

“Oh, I nearly forgot…”

Roger was letting his mind drift over the image of Dave in his dress, bending ever-so slightly to expose just a bit of each perfectly-formed cheek and his-

“Knickers.” David dropped a pair into Roger’s lap, the latter cursing himself for jinxing it. He didn’t wait for David to chide him for not looking immediately, so he picked them up and was relieved to see that they weren’t completely outrageous. Fairly simple white cotton knickers with a bit of lacy detail that Roger felt they could definitely have done without… “I’ll look away while you get ready. I’m a gentleman after all.”

David smiled cheekily and turned away, crossing his arms. Roger set the things down on the bed and stood up, eying them for a moment as though this were some sort of face off. Roger versus the frilly things. He decided to tackle the dress first, pulling it over his head and simply letting it fall into place. It was a good fit actually, though the trim of the sleeves was a little too tight. Pulling it down to a modest length was out of the question and he was feeling much too free in the none-too-confining material, so to that end he pulled the knickers on rather more quickly than he’d planned. At least (in spite of being a fucking abomination) they made him feel secure in the family jewels department. And they didn’t feel funny or overly feminine – a bit like an exceptionally delicate pair of Y-fronts.

“Finished?”

“…yessir.”

Roger couldn’t look David in the eye when he turned around, so he stared down at his own bare feet instead. The chuckle that reached his ears stung a bit and he instinctively clutched his dress about the hem, tugging it down again.

“You make an awfully ugly bird.” Roger felt that familiar burning sensation in his cheeks but David closed the distance between them and took him firmly by the chin, forcing eye contact. “You make an ugly bird but a very, very tasty-looking Roger.”

At that Roger gave a little half-smile and received a rather chaste kiss in return.

“But I can’t very well call you Roger right now, can I? Something a bit more feminine I think…oh, I’ve forgotten the shoes as well!”

A bit of rummaging around the drawers and David produced a pair of lace-up sandals with prominent wedges. Roger prayed to God that he wouldn’t be expected to walk around in the fucking things because just looking at them made his feet ache. Never before had he felt so much sympathy for the female race. He was instructed to sit on the edge of the bed and complied as usual, starting to reach for the shoes.

“No, no.” David knelt in front of him. “Allow me, Cinderella.”

Roger scowled a bit but offered his right foot anyway, leaning back on his hands. The dress rode up a bit when he did so but with David busy on the floor, Roger doubted he’d notice.

“But back to your name…” He slipped the first shoe on gently, then started winding the ties around a delightfully slender ankle. “Rog…ina.” David made a face. “No, no…how about something with your first name then? There’s ‘Georgia’, like ‘Sweet Georgia Brown’.” He made a bow, then set that foot down and moved onto the next. Roger found that he was enjoying this attention, though at the same time he couldn’t help but wonder why the shoes fit so perfectly. Or the dress for that matter…

“Then there’s ‘Georgina’. That’s quite pretty, but…no. Actually I’ve always been rather fond of ‘Georgette’. He wound the ties up quite slowly this time around, and with great concentration. “Yes, Georgette I think.” When he was finished, he surveyed his work and ran an appreciative hand down Roger’s leg, eyes glazing slightly. “You know, these make your calves look quite…”

Roger sat waiting for a response, leaning up a little to stare down at David questioningly. The response came in the form of his leg being seized up and assaulted with rather ardent kisses.

Okay, so Dave really seems to like my legs like this. Alright then, it’s better then…ohhh, Christies, no.

He pressed his thighs tightly together and impulsively pulled his dress down once more because David’s ravenous mouth seemed to be making a trek up toward his knee and then who knew where else. He left a trail of saliva as he went, kissing and lapping and suckling every inch of the taut skin of Roger’s skinny left leg he could reach. Roger himself had to admit that his cock was yet again reacting but that didn’t prevent him from keeping thighs tightly locked together when David had finished with his calves. That was pointless because they were wrenched apart just as quickly, the guitarist giving exceptional attention to the soft skin contained therein. He alternated between each, giving little love bites and hickeys to both warm inner thighs and Roger, though blushing madly at the thought of those fucking knickers being exposed, began to breathe heavily, praying that that mouth would reach his cock soon enough.

But when the expanse of leg had been thoroughly worked, David paused and seemed to come to his senses. His eyes moved up to where Roger watched, his lips parted and face flushed and desperate.

Please.

That evil smile split David’s face once more and his turned his attention to Roger’s erection.

“A bit excited, aren’t we, Georgette?”

“Yes, sir…” Roger practically squeaked. David leaned in, closed enough that Roger could feel his hot breath through the fabric.

“Should I?”

Roger just nodded fervently, unable to tear his eyes away. A week ago, he’d simply have grabbed his lover by the hair, pushed his cock against those beautiful lips, and more often than not be given instant access to his warm, wet mouth. He gripped the comforter beneath him and David, ever so slowly, snaked his tongue out and dragged it leisurely along his inner thigh, stopping right at the border of his knickers.

You tease! You horrible fucking tease!

Roger whimpered, feeling his breath hitch in his throat when his band mate caught a bit of lace in his teeth and tugged ever so slightly, eyes boring up into his mischievously.

Yes, yes, rip the fucking things off with your mouth! I could really care less just STOP TEASING ME!

David rolled his eyes to the side and moved his face away once more, playing pantomime unsure.

“I think maybe we should wait. Women like their boundaries respected, don’t they, Georgette?”

YOU CUNT!

“Yes, sir.” Roger couldn’t hide his frustration, eyes still pleading with David to be civil.

“I love when you look at me that way.” He crawled onto the bed, forcing Roger to recline so he could slip between his legs and nuzzle his neck. “You’ll get yours soon, pet. After I get mine.” Roger gasped at the sharpness of teeth sinking into his tender flesh and responded by grasping at David’s shoulders and wrapping his legs around his waist. David rocked his hips against Roger’s which sent pleasurable jolts up both their bodies. Meanwhile his mouth moved up into his hair, then down to his ear, dipping his tongue inside while Roger eagerly thrust his hips back and groaned deliciously.

“You’re such a greedy little slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir…” he moaned. David purred quite deliberately and between the stimulation down below and such a wonderful sound, it felt like he’d explode before David even got to “giving him his”.

“Are you going to be just as greedy with my cock in your mouth?”

“Yessss.”

“Shall we move on, then?”

Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.

“Y-”

A knock on the door jerked Roger from his reverie and he stared up at David, knowing that he’d send away whatever bastard this was.

“Hm.” David didn’t look concerned or surprised in the least. “Wonder who that could be?”
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