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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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Things had been uncomfortable since they’d gotten back to the villa that evening. Very uncomfortable indeed. David hadn’t given Roger permission to eat anything as Steve was treating them to dinner this evening. Roger could really have cared less about Steve’s gracious offer; the smell of delicious, fatty food was wafting from the kitchen and all he wanted was to grab a plate and lock himself in his room. David had managed to be both avoidant and ever-present, stalking him like an agitated cat and looking just as happy. Meanwhile Nick had been seated on the sofa, conversing and swigging a lager, all the while casting glances back at Roger as though he’d been given some signal. It was all too much, really, particularly David’s apparent hostility. Was he angry about being snapped at in the car earlier? What a bastard! As though he had the right!

Sick of being monitored, he finally slunk away to mount the stairs two-by-two and strode down the corridor to his room. Soon after he could hear another pair of footsteps padding behind him but he refused to stop, ducking through his door and quickly shutting it. He stood in the darkness until he heard a knock a moment later. The fact that the caller was actually knocking told him that it definitely wouldn’t be David and there was only one other likely possibility.

He eased the door open a little ways and peeked out to see Nick standing in the hallway, smiling genially.

“Yes?”

“You hiding a pile of corpses in there or something?”

“What do you want?”

“I just thought I’d stop by before we left, since we had a bit of time to kill. I had a feeling you’d be giving me a warm welcome…” Roger sighed and stepped back for Nick to enter, the latter flicking the light switch as he did so. “You’ve been in a right mood since we left. Do you know that? I mean, you’re always moody but-”

“So did you come in here to piss and moan?” The seriousness on Nick’s face disappeared and gave way to a little smile instead.

“You know what I came in here for…” He made a move to touch his forearm but Roger cocked an eyebrow and sidled away. Initially Nick took this as flat out rejection and was about to give him a piece of his mind – then he noticed that Roger had taken a seat on the edge of the bed and appeared to be waiting. Alright, so this was turning out easier than he thought it would be…and if Roger wasn’t beating around the bush, Nick certainly wasn’t going to kick up a fuss. He quickly followed his lead to slump down beside him and move in for a kiss. Roger cheekily dodged his lips, nuzzling his ear instead. One hand squeezed his shoulder and began to track downward, past his chest and belly until it reached its destination. Yet again Nick was surprised at this forwardness, Roger cupping him through his jeans and slowly kneading.

“You don’t waste time do you…?” He sucked in a heavy breath, Roger catching his bottom lip and tugging it gently. Nick placed a hand over his, manipulating it into moving at his own desired speed and with more intense pressure. Roger was quite responsive to this forwardness and readily complied, adopting Nick’s preferred pace.

“Mmmm…” It was the response to the earlier question. The noise melted into a slow, wet kiss, fingers continuing to stroke Nick’s hardening cock. Things continued this way for a bit, until both shirts came off and Nick attained the upper hand. Roger would have been annoyed but things just seemed to be going this way lately…ah well, he’d get his later on anyway. A palm smoothed over his chest, fingers catching one of the little nubs there and twisting a bit.

“Does David ever pay attention to these, then?”

“Well, em, a bit I suppose – un!” Nick had pinched one nipple with more pressure than was necessary, only to lean down and take it in his warm, wet mouth to soothe it. Roger moaned his approval, head lolling to the side as he closed his eyes to enjoy the attention being lavished on his typically-neglected chest. His wrapped his long legs around Nick’s torso, holding him there rather like an animal that had just captured its prey, and pushed his hips up in a slightly more-than-suggestive action. Nick smiled against his skin and looked up at him.

“I’ll get down there in my own sweet time, Rog. It’s really your own fault for being so large all over ‘cause it’s going to take me longer to reach it with all this other nonsense…like your arms…” he leaned up and nibbled a along his jaw. “And your chest…shoulders…” The name of each body part was punctuated by either a bite or a kiss, each one trekking lower than the last.

“Fuck you…” It was behind a smile, one that Nick could quite clearly hear in his tone, along with a marked lack of the usual tension.

“Hello there, Nick. I didn’t expect to see you here.”

The voice, in spite of all its calmness and conviviality, was like a gun blast to Roger’s ears. He slowly looked toward the doorway to see David standing there with one hand fooling about with something in his pocket (not the something one would expect in this situation), the other clutching a lager. His expression was nothing short of smug, toeing the line between complete self-satisfaction and slight disgust, lips curled back in that certain smile that Roger always despised. Nick was quick to dismount the bassist, avoiding eye contact with either of them as he pulled his shirt back over his head.

“I’ll, uh, I’ll go then…”

“No, no, stay. Please. I can see that Roger’s already taken the liberty of initiating you…”

“Yeah, but I’m sure that you two would rather be alone-”

“No, we like guests!” Really, it was difficult to discern whether his tone was dripping with good humor or bitter sarcasm. Either way, at the moment Nick didn’t really want to argue with him about it, because he didn’t want to talk, didn’t want to interact in any way with David, so embarrassed about being walked in on. Roger had sat up and was putting his own shirt back on, also avoiding David’s gaze. He knew this would be severely punished later on…he silently wondered if unsanctioned fucking around lost him as many, or, God forbid more points than disrespect and animosity toward his “master”. Grudgingly he stood when David motioned him up.

What followed were a series of commands: first of all for Roger to retrieve his lube (“I’m sure you brought some.”), then to strip below the waist, and finally to bend over the dresser, feet well apart. All the while Nick was in the background, obviously too uncomfortable at the moment to try and make one of his usual tension-breaking quips. Roger thought he preferred it that way. David had pulled something, the same something he’d been toying with before, out of his pocket and was coating it with said lube. Any doubt over its destination was quashed, particularly when he felt a slick index finger probing him rather carelessly as preparation. Roger arched uncomfortably, grimacing to himself over the whole humiliating incident that he knew could only get worse.

“Relax, Rog. It’s not like I’m about to ram a spike up here or anything. Unless that’s what you like of course.”

You’d probably enjoy that, wouldn’t you? Sadistic cunt…

The mirror on the dresser was the worst thing of all. Roger didn’t want to look but he simply couldn’t suppress the urge. It was bad enough that David was doing what he was doing but then Nick was there as well. And Christ, if his expression didn’t perfectly convey “awkward” Roger didn’t know what did. He just stood there, looking half-fascinated, half like he didn’t want to be there at all…surely he could feel the searing tension between himself and David. It was probably uncomfortable as hell to be the third party here.

He instinctively pulled away when he felt the tip of that object pushing up against him, the foreign texture, smooth and cool, simply too unnatural. David steadied his hip and tried once more, ending up with much the same result. Only Roger’s determination to appear as unaffected as possible willed his body to remain still while David made a third try and successfully slipped it in. It wasn’t very wide, perhaps the width of two fingers together, so it didn’t hurt so much as it felt uncomfortable and intrusive. When it nudged that certain spot inside him, he bit his lip to avoid making any noise that would alert David to some sort of pleasure. He wouldn’t give that asshole the satisfaction…

“Right, you can get dressed.” Roger looked back at him questioningly, only to have his rear slapped in a scolding, rather demeaning manner. “Go on! We haven’t got all night, have we?”

Roger hesitantly picked his jeans and underwear up from the floor and took a seat on the bed to pull them back on. The mere act of sitting with this thing inside him was stimulating and he had an uneasy feeling that it wouldn’t end there. Nick continued to merely stand by and watch and David just kept flashing him little smiles, the intent of which was rather cloudy and therefore a bit threatening. Roger knew for sure that it had nothing to do with jealousy: after all, that wasn’t David’s bag. But why did he seem to be delighting in Nick’s obvious discomfort? Indeed, why was he being such a raging prick this evening at all? Despite their master-slave arrangement, he had to admit that David had been pretty civil toward him throughout this whole ordeal, especially regarding that spanking. Really, he could have abused him in any way he saw fit. Anyone else would have gladly taken advantage of this position of power to get back at Roger for all the bullying he’d done to nearly everyone around him, but not David apparently. Until now, of course.

Outside the door Steve was calling that their taxis had arrived and it was time to get a move on. Before Roger was allowed out of the room, however, David produced a little box, the shape of which rather resembled a television remote. There was a single dial and printed across the top was some indecipherable text, probably in Italian. At once Roger made the connection between the box and-

“That thing up your ass right now? It’s got batteries in it. And this thing right here?” He lifted the box and began to turn the dial ever so slightly. “When I do this…”

A pleasant shudder coursed through Roger’s body at the sudden mild vibration against his pleasure spot. David let it run for a few seconds, enjoying the way was struggling to maintain a blank expression, then switched it off. Roger, though not looking directly at his adversary, glared out of the corner of his eye before he gasped at a second wave of delight. This one was somewhat more intense than the last and Nick was actually beginning to show some real interest. Along with David, he was quite keenly observing the disturbances in Roger’s face and the way his muscles twitched; he swayed ever so slightly and there were tiny noises coming from the back of his throat.

“I think he likes it.” Muttered David, turning the dial another notch so that Roger had to plant his palm against the wall to steady himself. He wanted to touch himself so badly. He needed to touch himself.

But not in front of them…please, Rog, don’t give them what they want…

Still, if this thing kept running, Roger was almost certain that he’d come without laying a hand on himself, which was actually quite terrifying. He didn’t like the idea of something like that being out of his control, particularly through forced use of a sexual aid. He could stop this thing anytime he wanted but…

Mercifully David had shut the thing off and placed the remote in his back pocket, smiling at Roger’s obvious humiliation.

“Those were only the first three settings. There are five more on here…I thought we could try them out at dinner, hm?” He opened the door for the others and Nick went through first, cocking an eyebrow at him over the whole surreal experience. Roger was next and he couldn’t even bring him himself to look at David, even out of the corner of his eye. A heavy hand on his shoulder stopped him momentarily.

“I’ve been told that some blokes can get off from, uh…’prostate stimulation’ alone.” There was a chuckle against his ear. “I wonder if you’re one of those blokes, Rog.”
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