They were still not allowed into the room and it didn’t help at all to soothe their worries. Roger was pacing along the hospital hallway, hair a mess from how many times he had went through it with his hands just to have something to do. 

John hadn’t moved from his place on one of the uncomfortable chairs that were placed throughout the hallway since the doctor had brought them the news. Their child was alright but Freddie wasn’t yet and they didn’t know if he would make it yet. They of course hadn’t said it that way but all three of them knew what ‘complications’ meant. 

Brian wringed his hands, heart still racing in his chest. He didn’t know what to do. There was nothing he could do. They had to wait until someone brought them more news about Freddie’s situation. He didn’t want to think about what could happen, what was happening. 

Freddie was sticking to his side the whole evening, their arms linked together as he kept talking to the representatives of the label who seemed very interested in his guitar. Brian knew Freddie wasn’t really interested in all the technical stuff they were chatting about but he was still here, just sipping his drink and not leaving his side at all. 

“You know you can just go when you are bored?” He whispered to him in a quiet moment but Freddie shook his head. 

“And leave you with those guys thirsting over you? Absolutely not.” 

Brian shook his head with a low chuckle. 

“Nobody’s thirsting over me.” 

“Oh, darling, you poor little thing. If there was nobody I wouldn’t have to stake my claim over you this obviously.” 

+

Roger’s hand slid from around his waist downwards and into the backpocket of his pants, gently squeezing his ass before just resting his hand there. Brian shot him a look but he only grinned at him. 

“Hey, babe.” He said. 

“What are you doing?” 

“There are some girls ogling you and I don’t like it.” 

He nodded into the directions of a group of girls in the corner of the bar and Brian frowned. They were looking at them but he couldn’t say they were ogling any of them and even if it was usually Roger who was ogled, not him. 

“You’re ridiculous.” He said. 

Roger shrugged and curled his fingers around his collar, pulling him down into a kiss that was way more passionate than they usually were in public but Brian just laughed and let him, gasping when he pinched his ass again. 

+

John’s teeth grazed over the sensitive skin of Brian’s throat and he whimpered quietly. 

“Deaky, that’s too high up!” He complained and John pulled off, a satisfied look on his neck. “None of my shirts will cover that.” 

“Perfect. I don’t want anyone getting ideas when they see you.” 

Brian reached up and touched the new, dark mark that now adorned his neck. There were several others littered across his skin and most of them were impossible to hide even with his highest collared sweater. John grinned and stole a quick kiss, unbuttoning his shirt a little further to really show off the hickeys. 

“There we go. Everybody will now you’re taken.” 

He chuckled softly, a blush rising on his cheeks. John smiled and kissed him again. 

“Maybe one more.” He mused. 

“John, I need to leave! I’ll be late!” 

John lifted his chin, found a still unmarked spot on his neck and latched onto it and Brian let out a laugh that quickly grew into a moan.

John laughed and lifted Freddie by the hips, spinning him around as he screeched in joy, his hands gripping John’s shoulder’s tightly. They stumbled a little bit but John just held him close, tilting his head up to kiss him while Freddie wrapped his legs around his waist. He steadied himself with one hand on a wall, the other one gripping Freddie’s thigh as they kept kissing slowly. 

Roger held out his hand for Freddie to pull him off the ground. Both were quite drunk already and roger might have used a little bit too much of his strength as Freddie almost crashed into him and he laughed, quickly lifted him up and threw him over his shoulder, much to Freddie’s joy. He couldn’t resist slapping his ass, making him laugh and demand of him to carry him through the house. 

Freddie had fallen asleep at the piano, papers strewn around him and Brian smiled softly before he lifted him up, careful not to wake him by jostling him too much. He was light enough so Brian had no troubles gathering him up into his arms and bringing him up into their bedroom where he tucked him into the bed.

Brian’s hand were splayed over John’s hips, keeping him up seemingly without any issues which made the whole thing even hotter. Brian was eating him out with a fervor, humming and moaning obscenely during it. He managed to open his eyes to see Roger and Freddie in front of him and reached for them. Freddie laced their fingers together while Roger tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear and cupped his face. 

“You’re doing great, baby. Brian’s really good at this, isn’t he?” 

John nodded, a loud moan escaping him as Brian pushed his tongue inside of him for a moment before going back to just lapping and licking. 

Freddie pulled him up into a kiss, biting his lip harshly which made him keen and Brian grab his hips tighter. He would probably have bruises tomorrow. Not that he was complaining.

Freddie gasped loudly when he spotted Brian, immediately dropping his bag and walking towards him, his eyes wide and his face showing something like awe and Brian blushed bright red. He was quickly followed by Roger who- as opposed to Freddie whose fingers were almost touching him but he didn't seem to dare- had no issues letting his hand slide up his arm, wrapping a necklace around his wrist and pulled him up into a hungry kiss. John was last, approaching him slowly, first touching his cheek before he played with one of his bracelets, a soft smile on his lips. 

"So pretty." He murmured and Brian's blush spread down to his chest. 

Freddie finally had gotten to touching him too, the feather light caresses on his thighs sending shivers down his spine. 

"Absolutely gorgeous." Roger agreed and Freddie hummed in approval. 

Brian shifted on the sofa, not wanting to look too much like he was posing but still feeling like he was putting too much effort into it. He caught a glimpse of himself in the bedroom mirror and he silently cursed himself for leaving the door wide open. He had never worn this much jewelry before but Freddie, Roger and John had been clear when they had told him to only wear the things they had gifted him over the years and Brian felt overdressed yet underdressed at the same time. 

He didn’t like being naked when he was alone in the apartment but he was supposed to wait for them to come home and he could deal with it, he assumed. 

Everytime he moved, the several necklaces and bracelets clinked and he blushed, already thinking ahead for when his boyfriends would finally come home. He couldn’t wait.

“I once had a sex dream about Ringo Starr.” Freddie said, chuckling to himself. 

Roger broke into laughter and Brian could see John smiling, too. They were all squeezed together in one bed and it had all been fine until they had started talking about sex and their sex dreams and experiences and Brian felt a little bit like he was dying inside. There was no way he could talk about anything like that with them. 

“What was your weirdest sex dream?” Roger asked, looking at Brian. 

Brian felt his cheeks heat up even further if possible and he cleared his throat awkwardly. 

“Uh, well, nothing of importance, really. I don’t think I ever had one.” 

“Oh, then what about your fantasies?” John wanted to know. 

He shifted and didn’t look at them, too embarrassed about this whole situation. He couldn’t even move away because Roger was lying behind him, insisting on the spot because he claimed to get too hot in the middle. 

“C’mon, Bri, darling, tell us.” 

“I- uh, I’m not- I guess I like it when my partner pulls my hair?” 

“There we go! That’s a start!” John encouraged. “Now let’s get really into it: favorite postion?” 

Brian was afraid he’d die of embarrassment and buried his face in the pillow, groaning loudly while his crushes started needling him for answers again.

Brian was sitting in Roger’s lap, making out eagerly, Brian’s shirt discarded on the floor when John walked into the room. If it wasn’t for Roger’s hand on his chin, he would have pulled away because while it was no secret he was sleeping with all of his bandmates- sometimes even all of them together- but he still felt kind of embarrassed about being caught like that. 

John didn’t think anything was weird about this because he crossed the room and just pulled Brian’s head back and kissed him, nipping sharply at his lips. Brian moaned and tangled a hand into his hair to stabilize himself.

“Oh, looks like we’re having fun in the living room today.” 

He hadn’t even noticed Freddie coming into the room but he was here now and his hands roamed over his chest, pinching and squeezing whatever he could reach and Brian rocked forward, only to have Roger grab his hips to keep him in place.

Roger’s hand ran down John’s back, their lips meeting in a soft kiss and Freddie reached around him to unbutton his shirt, quickly pulling it off quickly and Brian took the opportunity to latch on John’s neck, pressing soft kisses against the skin and John gasped, breaking the kiss. 

“Is that alright?” Roger asked. 

John nodded quickly, his breaths coming faster now and his eyes were wide and dark and Roger couldn’t resist stealing another kiss and Freddie and Brian followed suit, all of them breaking into giggles. It quickly grew into a moan when Freddie’s hand sneaked into John’s pants, cupping his dick. 

“Oh shit!” 

Brian quickly muffled any noises by kissing John, one hand cupping his face and Roger chuckled, gently taking John’s earlobe between his teeth, enjoying the way the younger man twitched at that.

Brian let out a surprisingly loud moan when Freddie’s fingers brush up his clothed leg and Roger broke their kiss, looking down at him in confusion. 

“I- uh, might have a surprise for you.” Brian mumbled, his face red and he untied his robe, grabbing John’s hand and pulling it against his chest. 

John gasped and immediately scrambled closer, pulling the robe further off Brian’s shoulders, his hands spreading over his chest and then down, his eyes growing wide. 

“You shaved!” He breathed. 

That caught Roger’s and Freddie’s attention and they scooted closer, reaching for whatever smooth skin they could reach. Brian must have shaved all over and they eagerly got rid of the robe, carelessly dropping it to the floor.

“Do you like it?” Brian asked, biting back a moan when Roger’s fingers trailed up the inside of his thigh. 

“We love it, darling. Thank you for this.”

Brian shifted on his feet, his eyes fixed on the floor. He felt exposed in his flimsy hospital gown and the waiting made him restless. It did take a while until the door opened and his boyfriends walked in. 

Roger was wearing a white coat over scrubs while John and Freddie were only wearing the scrubs. The blond had a clipboard with him and he shot Brian a smile that made him feel all mushy. 

“So, Mister May, we’re ready for you examination, please get on the chair.” 

Brian nodded quickly, not sure if he trusted his voice enough to speak and set down. John and Freddie put his legs into the stirrups of the chair, making it almost impossible to cover up. A small whine escaped him. 

“We’re going to restrain your wrists and ankles for your own safety.” 

His breathing grew deeper when John tightened the restraints around his wrist and he felt his dick stirring. Roger put his his hand on his knee.

“You don’t need to be worried about anything, Mister May, we’re going to be done here quickly.” 

He put on a pair of gloves and Brian whimpered quietly, letting himself sink into the chair, his head swimming. 

“Alright, let’s get started.”

“Oh, what a lovely surprise.” Freddie said, letting his eyes rake over their beautiful subs, all dressed in lingerie. 

Joe winked at him and quickly patted the sofa they had pushed into the middle of their living room. 

“Sit down, we have something prepared for you.” 

Roger chuckled and swatted his ass when he passed him, taking place next to John on the sofa, grinning expectantly at them. Joe reassuringly squeezed Rami’s hands and shot Ben and Gwilym an encouraging look. He walked over to the stereo and turned on the music.

They had practiced this several times before and easily fell back into their rhythm, swaying their hips and teasing their doms, having to remind them several times that they were not supposed to touch. The longer it went on, the more confident they became and the more impatient their doms grew the bolder they got. 

When the music stopped, they just plopped themselves into their laps, just nuzzling against them and letting themselves be showered with praise.

Rami gasped and whined when he felt someone’s dick at his entrance, slowly pushing inside. He braced himself against the bed, torn between feeling too sore, too sensitive and wanting more. There was a big hand on his hip, holding him still, which told him it was Brian behind him. 

“Sh, sweetheart you’re doing good.” Brian mumbled. “Help out Joe a little bit. He looks like he’s struggling a bit.” 

He met Joe’s eyes. He was sitting in John’s lap, riding him hard and fast, his thighs trembling and his hair clinging to his skin. Rami reached for him, wrapping his hand around his dick and Joe cursed weakly, hips twitching forwards. 

Freddie and Roger were busy with Ben and Gwilym, the former looking close to tears already while the latter just looked fucked out, hands weakly holding on to Freddie. 

“You can come for us one more time, can’t you?” Roger said, making sure to exchange a look with all for of them, waiting for a reaction of them. 

Rami nodded, moaning huskily when Brian managed to hit his prostate. He had already lost track on how often he had come but he could manage one more time.

“Looks like somebody has taken a shine to you.” Roger hummed, carding his hand through Brian’s hair. 

He immediately looked up to see a man with short, curly brown hair approach them. He had seen him earlier this evening already and had thought him handsome then already but now, watching him walk towards them with confidence and obvious intent had his mouth dry. It had to be obvious because Freddie chuckled. 

“Hello.” The man said, nodding towards all of them. 

He smiled at Brian who looked away quickly, feeling almost shy all of a sudden. “Well, hello there, darling, how can we help you?” 

“I wanted to ask if your sub is open for sharing. I’d love to play out a scene with him. Only if it okay for him, of course.” 

Roger nudged Brian’s thigh. 

“What do you say, babe?” 

“I’d be honored.” He said, looking up at the dom through his lashes.

Brian gasped when he felt lips press against the inside of his thigh. There were lips on his chest and neck, too, and his head was spinning with trying to keep up with who was kissing him. There were hands all over him, too, gently stroking his skin or pinching him, making him arch and moan. 

“You’re so good for us, baby, you always are.” Roger whispered. 

Brian whimpered and let his eyes flutter shut, feeling himself slip into subspace. He melted into the mattress, baring his throat when someone kissed his way up his neck. They kept up a steady stream of praises, whispering compliments into his skin and Brian squirmed and moaned, feeling loved and warm and taken care of. 

“Such a good sub for us.” John praised.

Ben lifted a grey bodysuit with little dinosaurs on it up to inspect it closely. It was tiny and ridiculously adorable and he knew Joe would love it. He showed it to Rami who took it from him and added it to their slowly growing pile of clothes. 

“Joe will love it.” He echoed what Ben just had been thinking. 

They smiled shyly at each other, barely hidden excitement written all over them. Ben leaned closer and they exchanged a quick kiss before going back to shopping. 

“Do we do it before or after dinner?” Rami asked quietly. 

“I’d say after because they will get distracted and forget to eat otherwise.” 

Rami chuckled and nodded, pulling out a dark grey pair of pajamas with little stars all over it. It was added to their pile. Ben reached for his hands, lacing their fingers together as they made their way towards the check-out.