Feb 6, 2021
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Another month, another new chapter 🥰
fanart for my fic my ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/grahamcockroach
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
It’s been a hot minute since I’ve posted any maycury so have some maycury smut for the sake of maycury smut 😘
also read the tags people
There’s Always Some Madness in Love
Rating: General Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M; Multi
Fandom: Queen (Band)
Relationship: John Deacon/Brian May/Freddie Mercury/Roger Taylor
Characters: John Deacon; Brian May; Freddie Mercury; Roger Taylor (Queen)
Additional Tags: Headaches & Migraines; Fluff; Sick Fic; Hurt/Comfort
Word Count: 1772
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As Roger slowly blinked his eyes open one morning he regretted it instantly when a sharp pain made itself known on the right side of his forehead and down behind his eye. The bright morning sunlight pouring through the opened curtains only intensified his suffering, causing the edges of his vision to blur while a faint but shrill ringing echoed in his ears. Roger screwed his eyes shut with a whimper and turned over to press himself against the nearest of the three other bodies in bed with him. He found someone's chest and practically clawed at it in his haste to get close, burying his face in the crook of his partner's neck. Immediately Roger felt arms wrap around him and he almost sobbed at the comfort of a loved one holding him close.
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A birthday thing for John - who I hope is having a great day, wherver he is doing whatever he’s doing 💕
also apparently if I want john/roger/freddie content I have to write it my damn self
John opened his eyes one morning to the sight of Freddie and Roger peering over him with smiles on their faces. The moment they realized he was awake their smiles grew and he was greeted with,
“Good morning, darling.”
“Oh, you’re awake!” Before giving John’s brain a chance to catch up to the conversation, Roger continued excitedly, “It’s your birthday!”
“And we have lots of plans for you,” Freddie added with a small kiss to his cheek and a murmur in his ear, “Happy birthday, my dear.”
John blinked the sleep out of his eyes and his stomach flipped at the attention he was receiving - still not used to having two partners who cared deeply for him.
“P-Plans?” He asked, his voice still hoarse with sleep.
Roger nestled in close to him and nosed at his cheek, “Lots of plans.”
The whisper of his voice sent shivers down John’s spine.
“And we’ll be starting with twenty kisses,” Freddie informed him, pressing himself against John’s other side, “For your twentieth birthday.”
John smiled, feeling a dusty pink settle on his cheeks, he felt grounded by the warmth of the other two at his sides. Freddie wasted no time getting started, placing the most gentle kiss on John’s lips and giving him just enough time to kiss him back before pulling away.
“My turn,” Roger said eagerly, as John turned his head to face him.
Roger kissed him with equal tenderness and all he wanted to do was wrap his arms around him and pull him in for more.
But Roger kept it brief before murmuring, “Two down.”
John took it as his cue to turn his head to Freddie again, who immediately captured his lips once more. They took their turns kissing him, slowly increasing the intensity as they went on. By kiss number ten, John was flushed and breathing hard as Roger released his bottom lip from between his teeth. For a moment, John could do nothing but stare into Roger’s eyes, captured by his gaze, feeling his heart race in his chest. He would’ve been happy to stare into those pools of blue forever, but Freddie’s fingers tilting his head broke his concentration.
Freddie smirked when he saw the dazed look in John’s eyes. He turned up the heat again by tipping John’s head back and coaxing his tongue into his mouth. John let out a soft moan at the feeling of Freddie’s tongue against his but all too soon he pulled away. When Roger’s fingers came up to trace his jaw and gently push his head back towards him, John hadn’t even had a chance to close his mouth. Roger took it as an invitation to dive right in, his clever tongue pulling another quiet moan from him. His fingers trailed down John’s jaw to his throat and Roger rested his thumb right over his adam’s apple, applying the barest amount of pressure.
John let out a small gasp, “Please -”
With a small grin, Roger pulled away and tilted John’s head back towards Freddie as he whispered in his ear, “Maybe later, love.”
John couldn’t help the whine that left his lips. He was sure that he had somehow ended up with the two best kissers in the world, as they continued to get him more and more worked up between them.
“Do you remember what number we’re at, sweetheart?” Freddie eventually asked, his voice sweet as ever as he rested his palm against John’s chest and peered down at him with a sinful smirk.
“I - uh,” John’s head spun as he tried to remember what number Roger said he was at before Freddie kissed him, but he kept getting distracted as he thought of the way Roger had felt moving against him.
As if he sensed he was being thought of, Roger encouraged him, “Come on, baby, I know you remember.”
“Seventeen?”
“Well done,” Freddie praised as Roger rewarded him with another searing kiss.
When they broke apart, John automatically turned his head towards Freddie, ready to take anything he was willing to give.
Freddie didn’t hold back, pouring every ounce of passion he had into getting John to melt back into the mattress. John let himself get lost in the feeling of Freddie surrounding him and he was fairly certain that the moans echoing in the room were his. A few harsh nips to his bottom lip left him gasping and aching for more.
“It’s my turn, Fred,” Roger whined, interrupting them as he cupped John’s face and turned him away from Freddie mid-kiss.
With a small chuckle, Freddie let him go without a fight, “It was my last one, darling, I got carried away.”
Ignoring him, Roger picked up where he left off, turning up the intensity yet again as he expertly thrust his tongue into John’s mouth, swallowing the groans leaving the back of his throat.
When Roger pulled away from his twentieth kiss, John finally gave in to the temptation he’d been fighting and wrapped his arms around Roger’s waist, pulling him down on top of him.
Roger laughed and kissed his cheek, “We’ve got to get up, love, we have plans.”
“Oh, come on, it’s my birthday!” He protested lightly, still dazed from the way they’d taken his breath away.
Freddie leaned down to press a kiss to his other cheek, “Yes, and we’re meeting Brian for a fry up in an hour to start the celebrations. You’ll just have to be patient, who knows what else we have in store for you.”