<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Either he was a fan or he knew good music when he heard it. The other had no problem jumping into the song on the piano, which impressed the singer. Freddie cut it short a little to speak to the man but the man spoke first with a request of his own. “Good old fashioned Lover boy?” Freddie questioned a little surprised with a laugh. “So you are a fan? So where your from they have music? Our music? I wrote it in 76, it was instant hit. They all loved it.” The man said as he kept to the piano bench watching the other get up a little confused now. He watched him for a moment then turned back to the piano playing without singing a word yet.<br/>
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“Distractions?” Was that a dare? The man was joking right? “Please your kidding? Have you seen me in concert? In Brazil we played for 250,000 people.” Freddie said bragging a little and thinking back to that beautiful crowd, they were singing along loving every moment of that concert. It was one of his finest performance. “I think I can handle a little distraction darling.”  <br/>
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He stopped playing and clapped his hands happy now. “It's about time you put that horrible thing to rest. Cover it with a throw blanket, it looks cold.” Teasing of course as he watched the man gently lay his weapon on the sofa. Freddie had his piano and this man had his masamune thing that the singer just called a sword. To each their own he thought right?<br/>
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Freddie went back to the piano, the beautiful sounds could be heard in the room once more. The only difference was his voice was added to the mix. The singer loved this song, like all his songs he knew them by heart. Every word, every note he had played so many times for so many people that it was carved deep into his memory.  <br/>
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Freddie could feel that, his hair being touched, his shoulders being rubbed every so gently. There was the smallest layer of goosebumps cover his body, maybe the other wouldn't notice. The man was still behind him, touching him, opening his shirt. Every note so far was perfect, ever word was right. There was one flaw, the smallest crack came out in his voice but he quickly covered it up. When those fingers found his garden of chest hair he closed his eyes and took a deep breath in between words struggling to maintain control over his actions. The other was not only beautiful, but highly seductive as well.<br/>
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Thank god the man stepped aside for a moment. He had time to gather himself up and get his head back into the song. Freddie ignored the sounds behind him, if he could tune out a crowd he could tune out the man struggling with whatever he was doing behind him. Pressing the keys harder and singing stronger and louder he knew he was in the zone, the words and the music just playing getting lost in it. His eyes were closed but he felt the blindfold, to involved in the song to ask what the other was playing at now.  <br/>
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Just like that Freddie lost, once those lips were against his belly he fucked up the song. A sore note on the ivories followed by a horrid mix up with the words finished off by a slam on the keyboard from his own fingers. “Damn it...”, he knew wouldn't live this moment down in the others eyes. The great Freddie Mercury can't play shit while someone's arousing every inch of his body. The heat was rising, his body was aching now. This man was slowly wining this game, no in fact he had won!<br/>
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He yanked the blindfold off tossing it to the ground, gently he pushed the man off of him as he got to his feet and picked on one of his famous  ADIDAS sneakers. Yanking the man over the piano bench he huffed. “Now you get punished!” With the sneaker in his hand he whipped it across his ass rough, he was a big boy he could take it. “You ruined a good song!” He slapped the man in the ass with it again. “Didn't you? You did it on purpose, bad! So bad!” Freddie yanked the man's pants down and this time slapped the sneaker across he bare ass. Freddie was passionate about music, he hated messing up. “Say your sorry.” The singer said as he pushed his lips up against the man's ear. “Say your sorry… or do you need another slap?” Teasing the man now as he rubbed the sneaker against his ass. </span>