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Obscure Alternatives	By : signorinaravelli Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Pink Floyd Views: 936 -:- 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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"Bastard!" Roger spat. He'd pulled away long enough to express his displeasure at having been taken by force, then slammed his lips back into David's once more. They became a mass of grappling hands and mouths, Roger working to try and pin his adversary to the other side of the sofa while David was attempting the same. In spite of his determination, however, Roger was unaware that David was just as keen on things progressing the way that he wanted them to and would stop at nothing until Roger was forced into the subordinate position. And his wish came true because not a moment later, Roger was on his back while David gloated above, straddling him as though he were a newly-tamed beast.

A still silence passed between them but was only short-lived; Roger leaned up to meet David's mouth again but this time without the intent to battle. Instead they shared a surprisingly calm, chaste kiss. Then another. And another. Then a not-so-chaste one. Roger's hands smoothed down David's back, then up under his thin shirt to caress the smooth flesh, pleasant to the touch. He broke away from the kiss and started to nibble his chin instead, oddly pleased with the sensation of stubble against his lips.

"What's all this `bastard' talk, then?" David whispered, only to be silenced by an eager tongue thrusting past his lips again. The enthusiasm was quite a relief actually - David hadn't really known what to expect. There was no doubt about Roger's interest in him but he'd wondered if his usual attitude was any indication of his behavior in the sack. Had that been the case it would have probably been terribly methodical. And not in a good way either. But the obvious excitement was very promising...whether or not he'd let David really have his way with him was yet to be seen.

Roger's hands continued to roam, seemingly trying to grab any bit of the guitarist that was within reach. Eventually he was placated when he'd discovered the generous swell of David's ass and attached his hands to it, rather like an octopus's suction cups. David made a small noise of approval and ran his lips lower to taste Roger's throat, eliciting a pleased shiver when he nipped it unexpectedly. The two continued in their necking activities for some time; Roger found this funny. Never had he ever been quite so thorough with any of the girls (or men for that matter) that he'd been with. And the even funnier thing was that in spite of his impatience, he was quite happy to take his time like this.

Almost as soon as that thought had entered his head, however, things had begun to progress. David appeared to have tired of the barricade of clothing on both their bodies and sat up to pull his own shirt off. In defiance, Roger grabbed hold of his wrists for a moment in order to still him, then released him and yanked the garment off himself. Just as swiftly, his hands started to go for David's zip.
Ah, so this was how it was going to be, was it? Right then.
The tables were turned when Roger's own wrists were seized, much to his surprise. Overcoming the shock, however, he started to try and struggle out of the too-firm grip to no avail. Not...too eagerly of course, but enough to display his annoyance over the sequence of events. How dare he be restrained!

David realized that in terms of how they were positioned, it would be quite difficult to pull Roger's shirt off but at least there was one thing he could do. Still gripping his wrists, David wriggled down between Roger's legs until his head was level with the flap of his jeans. This made the other man slow in his struggle, curious about how things would progress and quite excited about the proximity between his own crotch and that beautiful mouth. And much to his delight, David took the corner of the flap between his teeth and tugged, popping open the button. The deftness and fluidity of the motion made Roger think that this hadn't been the first time he'd employed means other than his hands to strip someone. The zip followed and Roger stopped resisting, hoping that David would go all the way and completely undress him with his teeth, which was a bit funny yet terribly erotic at the same time.

Of course this was when David stopped and just smiled up at him.

"Aw...so we aren't going to make-believe that I'm raping you then?"

"Oh, please stop talking and make your mouth useful..."

David furrowed his eyebrows as though deep in concentration and raised a hand to his ear.

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that. What exactly were you implying I should do with my mouth?"

"You fucking know what I was `implying'!"

"I'm a bit naïve when it comes to these things, you know. You really need to specify."

"Oh, fuck off! I'll just do it myself." He pushed his trousers and underwear down over his hips and started to take hold of himself. Again David grabbed his wrists, which was much more frustrating this time around. "You stupid twat!"

"I know there's something you'd prefer to wanking, Rog. I just have no idea what it is. You just have to help me to help you..."

Roger growled and tried to struggle free, this time with much more force - only to be stopped by the feeling of David's warm breath against his cock.

"Dave..."

"What is it, Rog?" He ran a curious finger over the head, then the slit where precum had already started gathering. Roger sucked in a heavy breath, determined not to beg for his opponent's touch; it would be the sort of thing he'd never be allowed to forget.

"Do it."

The finger ran a lazy trail down his shaft, David's lips so close he could practically feel their warmth and softness through the transparent curtain of air that separated them. So close. So fucking close.

"What do you want me to do?" Oh, the damned self-control in that voice was positively infuriating! Roger considered trying to grab himself yet again but realized that he'd simply be restrained.

"You know, in this position I could strangle you with my thighs like one of those spy film girls." David suppressed a laugh.

"I doubt that would leave you very satisfied."

"Believe me, it would give me great satisfact-ah!" David had run a wet tongue up his length, followed by a few small pecks here and there. Very little actually, but enough to set Roger on fire and give him a taste of what was to come.

"Do you like that?" he whispered, careful to brush his lips just slightly against his skin as he spoke. Roger nodded. "What else can I do for you then?"

"You...you know what I want." David's fingers curled around his cock. "Oh God...Dave..."

"Just a few little words, Rog. That's all it takes." The usual internal battle was postponed. His pride was at stake but fuck his pride - he needed Dave's mouth and he needed it now.

"Suck me." Nothing happened and with an inward groan, Roger realized the bit he'd forgotten. "...please."

"Sorry? I didn't quite catch that."

"Please, Dave. I'm begging you now - is that what you wanted? Please suck me!"

Ah, this was indeed the magic word and suddenly David was more than happy to oblige. He shot Roger a familiar coy yet wicked grin before he took him inside, hand gradually beginning to pump. Roger whimpered in appreciation and closed his eyes, mind still trying to wrap itself around the idea that David Gilmour was finally going down on him. But needed to think about such things anyway? The warmth and wetness surrounding him was all he needed to concentrate on right now...David pulled up a bit to run his tongue over the head in little circular motions and Roger responded with a soft groan. At one point he'd begun to grow slightly over-zealous and tried thrusting up into David's mouth all at once, only to have his hip restrained until he'd gotten the point that he wasn't permitted to do this.

Eventually David was feeling self confident enough to try something else. He pushed one thigh open and paused momentarily in his ministrations to slip one finger in his mouth and wet it. Roger scarcely noticed any of this, so caught up in David's oral attentions. It wasn't until he felt something stroking his entrance encouragingly that he realized just what David meant to do. Not feeling quite ready to be touched in such a way by this particular person, Roger immediately demanded that he stop. Much to his surprise, David readily acquiesced to his request with no further attempts at persuasion. Well, to David it didn't matter very much; he'd be doing it soon enough anyway.

Not long after, Roger was coming dangerously close to exploding. He'd finally opened his eyes to watch the guitarist in his work and was amazed at how arousing the image of David's steadily bobbing head was. And aside from that, the man was extremely talented, obviously very experienced in this particular area - Christ, he'd put a fucking Hoover to shame. The feeling inside of him was mounting and he'd begun to arch, fingers digging into the sofa cushions while David's own motions were growing more and more rapid. Roger typically hated making any sounds during sex and avoided it whenever possible - it always seemed like such a display of weakness, a lack of self-control. This time, however, was different. He panted, moaned, gasped with very little restraint, for once not thinking or caring about how it made him look in front of David, how easily his body appeared to be manipulated. The only real thing right now was this single act.

And when climax finally hit, Roger cried out and shuddered, releasing himself inside of David's mouth. It was the single most pleasant feeling he'd ever experienced, physically and mentally. Surreal. Dave continued to pleasure him gently while his body started descending toward earth again, breath finally returning. He looked down once again to see David smiling up at him, rather smugly. Which was funny to Roger - he always imagined that if this situation ever played out, he'd be the smug one. Instead he was overwhelmed. David made a great show of swallowing and Roger slumped his head back down, groaning in exasperation.
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