Roger and Freddie, "a couple of queens", have been living together in a Kensington flat for nearly two years already.
Of course, the nickname was totally wrong, they were just very good friends,
- but they never bothered to deny persistent rumours: what for? It was so funny!
They even loved to tease those who looked for something spicy: a tender embrace here, a little kiss there, an occasional slap on the nice satin-clad ass - why not?
Those rumours didn't at all prevent girls from running after them! Quite the contrary. It was all that interested Roger.
Oh, he loved girls very much! Though he couldn't say the same about Freddie...
Of course, there was Mary, - but still Roger had some suspicions. Maybe his dear friend did date guys.
And, though Roger didn't care a damn about it, he wouldn't be himself if he didn't keep chaffing about it now and then.

On Freddie's twenty sixth birthday, there was a big party at their place, and Roger talked all the guests into bringing gag "ladies" gifts -
there were stockings, and gloves, and panties, and whatnot. Roger himself brought a short red spanish-style dress he's found the day before at one of neighbour stalls at Kenmarket.
He and the guests had the laugh of their lives watching Freddie unfold all the gifts and trying each one of them on.
He got right into the spirit of things, even put Roger's dress on and completed the image with a red rose, which he stuck into his black thick hair.
The result was simply staggering! The dress looked made specially for him. He was delighted, ponced in it about all the night, and he had all the guests wearing his other gifts.
It was a lot of fun... But he promised Roger he'd get him when he least expected it.

Weeks later, Roger came home late from an exhausting day, ate a sandwich and plopped into bed to tune out in front of the Television.
Except for the light from the set, the room was dark. After an hour or so, he got pretty lonely and started feeling himself.
He was getting aroused, so he rolled over and began grinding his hips into the mattress.
The friction of the sheets as he rubbed his cockhead against them and the pressure of his hard-on against the mattress and his stomach felt fabulous.
He was luxuriating, and bringing himself off.

Suddenly the whole bed seemed to erupt beneath him, lifting him up and flinging him off onto the floor.
Rog instantly thought it was an earthquake, but the rest of the room was still. He jumped up and looked at the bed. There was that little shit Freddie under the bed!
- the mattress pushed half off by his legs as he lay laughing at Rog on his back.
He was howling, and Roger pictured how he must have slipped into his room, crawled under the bed, and waited for just the right moment to knock him off.

Then he realized he was standing in front of Freddie with nothing on and more than half-hard.
Embarrassed, Roger screamed "You fucking dummy!" and yanked him to his feet. Freddie broke loose and ran for the door.
A flying lunge brought him down and they wrestled around the room until Rog finally pinned Freddie down.
It was wild and spontaneous, and lying on top of him naked, embarrassed at being surprised with a hard-on, really turned Roger on. To his great astonishment.

Freddie was still laughing. They lay there chuckling and trying to catch their breaths.
Roger could feel Freddie's heavy breathing as his chest heaved against his own, and it was just making him harder and harder.
Rog was sure Freddie would notice in a second that he wasn't just still hot from bumping his bed.
So he tried to get up, but Freddie saw how rigid he was and started laughing again. Roger did too.
They fell back together, laughing into each other's shoulder about his predicament.

Freddie's hands came up and caressed him at the bottom of his spine, and he half-jokingly mimicked a passionate grind against Freddie's thighs.
Freddie rubbed both hands over the back of his ass and really seemed to be getting turned on.
A nervous chuckle started in Rog's throat, but he swallowed it in a gulp. His cock throbbed, and Freddie whispered in his ear, "Got you Rog."

Roger could feel Freddie's cock grow hard beneath his pants, and he gulped again.
The blood was pounding in his neck and he imagined Freddie must have been able to hear it.
He tried to pull away again and drew his knees up, but that just pushed his dick across Freddie's growing hard-on, and his stomach muscles began to quiver.
It was an electric moment. Freddie responded
- his hands slipped caressingly over Roger's taut ass muscles and he pulled Rog tighter by the back of his thighs, raising his own hips at the same time.
Roger felt weak. He felt Freddie's cock throb against his.

Then Freddie rolled Rog onto his back and Rog's rock hard shaft stood up and plopped against his belly.
Cupping Roger's balls in his hand, Freddie gripped the base of Roger's cock in his fist.
Rog nearly fainted away looking down as Freddie began to stroke his shaft and squeeze its head.
He rotated his thumb and forefinger firmly around that achingly sensitive ridge at the base of Roger's swollen glans, and the cock pulsed so hard it lifted Freddie's hand.
Rog groaned. As Freddie stroked down to the base of his cock, Rog's thighs stiffened with arousal.
He ached to explode - but didn't know what he should do next.
Trembling, he reached between them and rubbed Freddie's crotch through his pants.
It was a wild sensation - to feel a friend's hard cock throb against his hand and the moistness of his excitement wet Rog's fingers, soaking through the cloth.

Stunned, Rog raised eyes at Freddie's face. Freddie looked back at him, and Roger got almost frightened by the lust that was in this look.
He suddenly got aware of what the hell they were doing here - and drew his hand back from Freddie's crotch, and rose a little on his elbows.
"Fred...", he only managed to whisper. He didn't know what he was going to say. To make love with Freddie?! Impossible!!...
But he still was so incredibly aroused, Freddie's hand was still caressing his cock, and it felt... oh God, it felt like heaven!

Freddie glanced at him closely and then turned his head away for a second.
When he turned back, there was a smile on his face - a roguish smile, and he whispered, "You had to try it once in your life!"
- and slightly pushed Roger in the breast. Then, letting his hands down to Roger's thighs, Freddie slowly began to bend over Rog's crotch.
His long hair tickled Rog's cock and balls, Roger felt Freddie's hot moist breath right near the head of his cock
- and he was damn near ready to cum, just from this breath...
But at the last moment Freddie stopped, slid aside, rubbed his chin through Roger's abdomen and chest and suddenly nipped the tip of his right nipple between his teeth.
A sensational shock ran from there to Roger's groin. He came instantly. In torrents!!
He seemed to cum in waves forever, writhing, moaning, almost roaring in the most violent orgasm he ever remembered having...

And then he lay, spent, on his back, afraid of opening his eyes. Freddie was half-lying beside him and with his finger smearing cum around Roger's navel.
Did he expect Rog to do... something? Rog felt sure he did. Finally, he gathered the courage to open his eyes - and saw Freddie's pants, all splashed with his cum,
and noticed still very hard bulge inside those pants. Then he hurriedly closed his eyes again. Freddie chuckled and pulled gently on the tip of Roger's nose.
When Rog, embarrassed, looked up, he saw that Freddie was smiling and looked definitely contented, for some reason.
"Well," he said, bringing his face close to Roger's, as if for a kiss, "I'm the first one to get in the bathroom tonight!"
He winked, stood up and went for the door. Already on the threshold, he turned back and said, smiling from ear to ear, "Sweet dreams, my love!"

The next week, Roger found a separate flat in Richmond and moved in there with his girlfriend.
The move was greatly welcomed by Mary - for now she and Freddie could, at last, get to live together, she wanted it for so long!
It was only natural that two adult men decided to make homes of their own with their girlfriends...

But no one but Roger and Freddie themselves ever got to know the real reason of this move: it was fear! Roger just feared for his sanity.
Now, every night when Roger was in the flat alone with Freddie, he couldn't fall asleep.
He couldn't help thinking of that sexy dark long-haired devil - his caressing hands, his excited breath...
He got madly hot imagining how would it feel if Fred didn't stop his lips just a millimetre away from his cock that time...
Now he wanted it all! Rog felt angry with himself and with Freddie, but it didn't help. And the mattress didn't help too.

So he ran away, got himself a pretty bodyguard and was soon able to sleep well.
Yet about a month more it took to stop to shiver every time when Freddie would touch him by accident.
But he never forgot that wild night, and years later, when Freddie got much less secretive and his boyfriends would often accompany him on tours and even in studio,
many noticed something strange in the way Roger looked at those guys. Something strangely reminding of regret.