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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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There was scarcely any time for recovery, however, because David was already on his feet and urging his band mate up as well. Roger refused to move and instead stared back questioningly. David rolled his eyes and gestured toward the bed.

“Come on already…”

“What?”

“Get on the bed.”

“I’m fine here for now, thanks.”

“I wasn’t asking.” Roger shifted and cocked a curious eyebrow.

“Why do you want me over there?”

“‘Cause there’s more room to spread out.”

“Well,” The look of curiosity turned very suddenly to one of defiance. “now I’m definitely not going…”

David sighed in exasperation and appeared to have given up on the matter altogether. Then with a smile he turned back and looked Roger up and down.

“You look like such an ass wearing a t-shirt and no pants…”

Grumbling, Roger leaned up and made a grab for the jeans that lay crumpled on the floor beside him. Before he could take them David had already snatched them up and was backing away teasingly.

“Right…give me back my trousers.”

“No…”

“You’re the one who was complaining about me not wearing them.”

“It wasn’t a complaint. I just meant you wouldn’t look as stupid without the shirt…so why don’t you get rid of it?”

And submit to David again today? Roger wouldn’t hear of it…

“Give me back my trousers and fuck off.”

“What if I don’t want to?” Roger shot him the look he typically used in intimidation tactics, not that it ever worked on David. This time was no exception. He just wandered over to the bed and looked back as though he were expecting Roger to follow his lead.

“Do you think I’m joking?”

“No; do you think I am?” He dropped the pants down on the bed and took a seat on top of them, a very final gesture which communicated that he wasn’t about to relent. “If you want them, I can’t be bothered to get up. You come and get them.” And much to his surprise, Roger did readily get up this time – Christ, did the verbal volley really end so quickly? No time to think about that because the bassist had already grabbed David by the shoulders and was attempting to pull him up. On the defensive, David grabbed him around the middle and, utilizing all of his strength, hauled him down on top of him. A tussle like the one earlier ensued, this time with Roger trying to squirm away rather than fight. Also like before, he wasn’t exerting a tremendous amount of strength…not that he wanted to be on the receiving end of a shag of course. Right? No, it just wouldn’t agree with his image if he didn’t always violently oppose everything David wanted. But he didn’t want the shag, oh no.

After a bit, both were relatively subdued. They lay side by side, Roger on his belly and half on top of David, who was trying to catch his breath. One hand rested on the back of Roger’s head, an oddly affectionate gesture for the pair of them but one which felt utterly sincere. It was something of an apology, a display of support, and Roger was touched enough that he silently took back all of his own difficult behavior and forgave David’s.

“Rog?”

“Hn?”

“Can I-” He paused mid-sentence, decided that this wasn’t the choice of words he wanted to use. He mulled over it a bit internally, Roger hiding a smile at the realization that David was trying to think of a polite way to ask if he could screw him. “Would you mind, terribly, if I…em…”

“Fucked me?” David broke out in soft, relieved laughter.

“That’s it.”

Roger coyly turned his face to meet David’s and gave a small grin, the meaning of which was obvious. This was responded to with an excited, sloppy kiss and a demand to move. He complied and both got to their knees, Roger finally pulling off his shirt much to David’s satisfaction.

“Have you ever done this before?”

“Yeah,” admitted Roger, slightly embarrassed. “Only twice – I hated it.” He was quick to add that last bit and David gave him a gentle kiss on the ear.

“I promise you won’t hate this.”

“Says you.”

“Says me.” David agreed warmly. Feeling more self-conscious by the minute, Roger turned away and positioned himself on his hands and knees, hoping that this thing would pass quickly. As usual David seemed keen on taking his time. Shockingly enough for the nature of the hotel, there was no lube in the nightstand or anywhere else around the bed for that matter. Perhaps that was extra. Luckily David was always prepared for these “eventualities” and a quick check of his bag produced a brand new tube; Roger was filled some strange sort of satisfaction about this, to have the knowledge that he had the honor of being David’s first shag with the contents of that specific container. It felt very important. But as David sat behind him breaking the plastic seal with his teeth, the apprehension came creeping back in and he thought of how vulnerable he probably looked. Another thing that he’d regret in the future.

“I always feel like I’m at the doctor’s…”

“That’s because you have to treat everything that’s not your idea like it’s some awful business or something.”

“Well, it’s part of the business of sex, isn’t it?”

“Why don’t you just think of it as ‘me making you feel good’? You don’t even like this bit? Most men I know do.”

“I don’t. Not really.”

“Maybe no one’s really done you properly then.” He nudged Roger’s entrance a bit with one slick fingertip. “Christ, you’re tense.”

“Maybe because I’m on my hands and knees, starkers, with my ass in the air. And meanwhile you somehow manage to be so fucking casual about it.”

“I like the way you look with your ass in the air, Rog. It’s very becoming-”

“Oh, shut up!”

“No, I mean it…” He ran his hand down the back of Roger’s thigh and squeezed it reassuringly. “I like it so much, in fact, that I’m having a hard time controlling myself. There are quite a few things I’d like to do to you at the moment but I doubt you’d let me. Not yet anyway. We’ll save them for next time.”

“What makes you think there’s going to be a next time?”

“Because, my dearest dear, I’m going to fuck the taste out of your mouth. And you’ll love it.”

Before any retaliatory remarks could be made, David reached around to wrap his hand around Roger’s cock, immediately placating the bassist. He began to work him in slow, steady strokes, Roger purring in appreciation while he allowed himself to be lulled into submission. After a bit, he began to visibly relax, upper body sinking down into the blissfully soft bedding.

“There we go…” murmured David, leaning in to place a kiss near the base of his spine. “How’s that then?” A lazy “Nnnn…” was his answer. This loosely translated to shut the fuck up and keep going, you twat. Encouraged by his friend’s new docile manner, David decided to try and take advantage of it by working toward his goal in a more gradual way.

Lips still placing soft kisses around the small of Roger’s back, he laid his free palm over one cheek and gently massaged it, continuing to masturbate him in the meantime. Roger didn’t seem to take exception to this, so David began to work toward the cleft. And though he’d be thoroughly convinced that it would be a slow, step-by-step process, to his surprise Roger arched up as if to demand that he get on with it already. David was of course more than happy to oblige. A few teasing caresses over the hole before he slipped his middle finger partway inside. It was certainly a vast improvement from earlier and so David pushed it the rest of the way in, pleased with the lack of resistance he met with. A small noise of approval drifted up from where Roger was slumped against the pillows, pushing back against the digits. David took the hint and started probing in and out, feeling his own excitement welling up over the warmth and the tightness. Without realizing it initially, he nudged something very special indeed, eliciting a delicious whimper from Roger, who then tried to push back and make him touch it again. David’s self-restraint made him draw back a bit so as to make Roger pace himself.

David felt himself melt a bit inside, a stark contrast to the raging hard-on constricted by his tight jeans. He stopped stroking Roger to undo his zip and free his manhood from its denim confines, eager to speed up progress. Anyway, now was as good a time as any, wasn’t it? He picked up the lube from the nightstand, screwed off the top and squeezed some into his palm, noting the way Roger had started to shift uncomfortably again. But he wasn’t protesting, so that was probably a good sign. Having smeared his cock with the slick substance, he positioned himself at his band mate’s entrance and experimentally rubbed the tip against it for a bit. There seemed to be no objections so he took this as a sign that Roger was prepared as well. With all the other obstacles that evening it was difficult to believe that this was actually being permitted to happen.

When David began to push inside, Roger whimpered a bit and his body instinctively attempted to move away from the source of discomfort. Instead he steeled himself and dealt with it through clenched teeth, trying not to create a show. The last thing he wanted was for David to feel guilty and stop on account of him – any other time something like that would be perfectly acceptable but at the moment he was in a rather charitable mood.

“You alright, Rog?” He responded with an irritated grunt, as though he were insulted at being asked such a question. Which was not very far from the truth. David took this as permission to continue and gradually began to ease himself in, well-aware of how rigid Roger’s body felt under his hands. Clearly he was taking great pains to appear unaffected and though David wanted to stop and ask again if he was alright, he knew that it would be a blow to his pride. Against his better judgment he continued pushing until he was in up to the hilt. He took a moment to pause, catch his breath, and allow Roger to do the same before pulling back. Roger groaned aloud this time, burying his face in the pillows to muffle himself and avoid embarrassment. David thankfully pretended not to hear and repeated the process a bit faster this time around, which wasn’t quite as bad.

From next door the headboard banged against the wall and it was in some ways an encouraging sound. It certainly took a bit of the stress out of the situation, to put it in perspective a bit. Roger wondered what the couple on the other side of the wall thought about the various sounds that had filled the room tonight, from the laughter to the obvious struggles. There was humor in that, wasn’t there? David took hold of his cock again to finish what he’d started earlier; good thing too, because it helped Roger focus on something else other than the pain and even that was disappearing now.

Eventually they’d worked the tentative movements into a moderate rhythm, discomfort and awkwardness practically gone. That was replaced by a single-minded drive on both parts, only conscious of how amazing the sensation was and that particular mounting feeling inside. Roger was the first to come, leaving a splatter of white against the clean red comforter and his belly. He shuddered and his body went limp, supported by David. And with both hands now free, he took hold of Roger’s hips with almost bruising force, not so much moving with him and treating his body as an intimate object. And surprisingly, Roger found himself rather enjoying the feeling of being handled so roughly. Gripping the sheets to slightly steady his wildly rocking body, he found himself losing control all over again, encouraged by David’s own obvious lack of restraint. Much like their neighbors, the headboard started to bang against the wall, neither concerned with the racket that both the bed and their voices created.

David announced very directly that he was coming up on his orgasm and, perhaps to make it count, the last few thrusts were dizzyingly intense. The guitarist cried out and exploded inside of Roger, who really did go limp this time, feeling as though he were about to pass out from a mixture of bliss and exhaustion. They laid together like that for some time, David on top of Roger, each feeling the other’s attempts to regain breath. It was…nice. Roger thought he quite liked the pressure of David stretched over top of him. Eventually, however, he made a noise of annoyance as his right leg was beginning to fall asleep and David regrettably had to pull out and climb off. It wasn’t as long separation as they both crawled under the covers to share a post-sex joint and cuddle. The idea of Roger cuddling with anything was amusing to David but he thought that he wouldn’t dwell on the absurdity of that idea; it was better to simply enjoy the company and contact instead.

“So…” he muttered after a few minutes of comfortable silence. Roger couldn’t help but laugh aloud about the events prior and nuzzle David’s ear affectionately. “Japan’s alright then, eh?”

“More than alright.”

“It’s made you tolerable anyway.”

“Oh, fuck off…”

“That’s a little more familiar.”

“Hey…why haven’t we done this before?”

“I don’t know.” David took a drag and passed it back to Roger. “I wasn’t as embarrassed.”

“Why?”

“Em…it’s difficult to explain really. Well, no, I guess not: you know when you go on holiday and you do things that you wouldn’t normally do at home? It’s like…everything’s different and you’re really far away from your normal life.”

“As though we have normal lives.”

“Well, you know what I mean. But I think what I mean is that this is like that – but a lot more. At least when I go to the Continent there are still things I recognize-”

“Wait, are you saying that before this you never wanted to fuck me?” David made a noise of exasperation and shook his head.

“That’s not it at all. I mean I never actually had the nerve to get things going. And this country’s so different. I think it rubbed off on me.” Roger simultaneously grunted both his understanding and his desire to stop talking and quietly bask in the moment instead. There were no arguments there.

The next morning they were woken by a rather chipper knock at the door. In a panic Roger practically jumped into the gap between the bed and the wall, luckily being thin enough to fit. David seemed slightly less perturbed the intrusion: he just rolled over, rubbed his eyes, and asked what the fuck their caller wanted.

“It’s me!” Obviously Nick’s voice. “We’re leaving an hour earlier than we were supposed to. Steve asked me to tell you.”

“Right!”

“So what do you think about the hotel?”

“What should I think about it?”

“Could I see your room?” Whispers of “no!” came from the floor and for a moment David was tempted to let Nick in, just for a laugh. In the end he’d decided that Roger had been a very good sport and he wouldn’t frighten him like this – at least not for the rest of the day.

“It’s just a normal room, Nick.”

“Really? I’ve got the New York City skyline in mine. And Rick has a plastic rainforest!”

“That’s odd…”

“And condoms! Do you think they’re encouraging us to make it?” More banter through the door until Nick announced that he was going to wake Roger up. David quickly made an excuse about Roger having a late night and to let him have just a few more minutes of sleep – he’d wake him up. As soon as Nick’s footsteps were out of earshot, Roger climbed back up onto the bed, looking like a giant agitated cat that had been forced to leave its perch. He voiced his concern about possibly being seen leaving the room together but David was unconcerned – Pink Floyd were practically anonymous anyway. What would the chances be that someone in this particular hotel would recognize their faces? Anyway the first day of the festival they’d been booked for was waiting and they had to get moving lest they wanted another visit from a curious band mate.

As they were walking out, Roger noted that he’d have to pick up his things from his own room. As he was searching his pockets for the key, the door beside theirs opened and a twentyish couple emerged – their noisy neighbors from the night before. Roger and David shared a look and tried to resist giggling like children until they noticed that they themselves were being eyed oddly. Quickly Roger turned away and strode over to his door, slipped the key into the lock, and watched the couple out of the corner of his eye. Any moment now there would be some kind of homophobic slur, he just knew it. Suddenly the young man’s face broke out into a small smile and he nodded politely at them, speaking in halting English.

“See you at the show?”

Then the couple turned and walked down the hall toward the elevator, leaving the two Floyds dumbstruck.
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