"My God, are you that forgetful?"

The music stopped and Roger glared at Brian, who was scowling at him for the third time today. "Oh great, what'd I forget to do this time?"

"You're supposed to stop for two beats, not keep playing!"

"Like you'd know what sounds good!" He shouted, shooting up in the process.

"Come on guys, can't we just finish the song?" John muttered quietly

"Exactly. We've been working on this for three weeks now and we've barely gotten through it. It's one of the last songs on the album and I'd like it to be done before we're dead." Freddie replied bitterly

Roger groaned in response. "Like it's my fault he can't hear straight with that mess he calls hair blocking his ears!"

Brian shoved his guitar into the hands of their bassist and stomped over to their drummer, who stood there unfazed at the hostile attitude of their guitarist. He was used to it, yet none of them knew the reason behind it. He constantly found little things that he did wrong and blew up about them. Whether it be missing a beat or not keeping something perfectly neat back at the flat, he'd start howling at him and Freddie and John would sit there and be forced to listen to them argue. The couple did tend to leave the room whenever it happened, but Roger was starting to get sick of it.

"I'm the one who does more than you do for the band! You sit here twiddling your thumbs while we all actually have to concentrate on playing! You just bang sticks and that's what you call talent?" He spat

Roger growled, "At least I'm not some idiotic prick who couldn't sing and play at the same time! You try playing the drums and sing at the same time!" He scoffed, "Oh that's right, you can't do something that simple?"

Brian gripped the collar of his shirt and pressed him against the wall. His eyes widened for a split second. Rarely did the fighting ever get physical. "And I'm not some arrogant bastard who thinks the world revolves a-around him." He said, looking him straight in the eyes.

Roger squirmed underneath the tight grip of the guitarist. He couldn't think of a response that Brian would forgive him for. He couldn't permanently hurt him. He looked into the hazel eyes of the taller man and yanked his arms off of him.

"Keep your hands off of me." He said.

"G-guys," John stuttered out. Roger glanced over and saw the wide eyes of their bassist. He knew how sensitive John was and especially hated fighting. He looked over at Brian, who still held an angry fire in his eyes, but he looked down, possibly getting the message.

"How about we finish up tomorrow? There's s-supposed to be a snowstorm in about two hours and I'm n-not to keen on staying behind." He suggested

"I'm not leaving yet. I'd like to get some work done." Brian replied

"And I'm not staying behind to get stuck in the snowstorm on the way home. I'm not damaging my voice." Freddie retorted, "You wanna stay here, that's fine. Take my car back. John and I will head home now. Rog, you coming?"

He felt a spark of nervousness creep up on him. Yes, he was pissed off with Brian, to no end, but how else was he supposed to act around his crush? If he showed any emotion, it'd just reveal it, and that's the last thing he needed at the moment. But, how could he say no to being alone with him either?

"I-I'll stay behind. I can get some of the work done too."

"Suit yourselves. Keys are on the table by the door. Come on Deaky."

John laid Red Special against the guitar stand and grabbed his bass. He glanced back at him and Brian before following Freddie, who wrapped his arm protectively around his boyfriend. Who would've thought they'd be a couple? He wondered to himself.

"Well, you gonna start working or not?" Brian asked

He sighed heavily and picked up his sticks. Brian began strumming his guitar and Roger eyed the lanky guitarist. Oh God if only I knew how you felt about me, this fighting would stop.

...

Brian abruptly stopped playing as Roger brought down his stick. "Why'd you stop?" He asked

"How long have we been playing?" He replied, not answering his question.

"Why would I know?"

"Looks like it's been snowing for a while. We better get going before it gets worse."

Roger glanced outside and saw already saw a couple of centimeters of snow outside and the snow wasn't slowing down. Wonderful. Exactly what I need now. He walked over and threw on his coat as Brian picked up his guitar case. He's gonna be real pissed if anything happens to that. He thought as they headed out. A sharp chill hit him as the wind blew his hair forward, blocking his sight. He tucked most of it behind his ears as he headed for Freddie's car, which was luckily parked right up front. Brian loaded his guitar into the trunk, securing it between a few things in order to keep it from harm. Roger took a seat in the car and shuddered at the coldness of the leather seats. God I hope they've warmed the flat up. I'm not dealing with this for another hour.

As they drove along the icy, desolate roads, Roger took notice of the gas meter and how it was fatally close to the "E". "Bri, s-shouldn't you stop for g-gas?" He stuttered out, shivering from the cold. The car hadn't heated up yet and he was already freezing.

"Yeah, there's definitely a gas station around here somewhere." He said, sarcasm drenching his words.

He sighed. Why do I even bother. He probably hates me because of how I treat him. No wonder he does this to me. He rested his head against the window and looked outside at the snowy void that engulfed the scenery. He could barely make out the trees in the distance. He began fiddling with his clothes and tried to avoid glancing over at Brian, who was desperately trying to keep his gaze on the road ahead of him. Roger looked out the window and sighed, only hearing the gentle hum of the car over the road and Brian constantly shifting in the seat next to him, obviously unable to sit still for the time being.

The car began slowing down and Roger glanced over at Brian, who was quietly muttering "No." under his breath.

"No, no, no not now!" He groaned

He banged his fists on the wheel as he pulled over to the edge of the road, the car suddenly stopping as he noticed the needle was fully on the "E" of the gas gauge.

"Nice going Freddie. Remember to fill your fucking car up!"

He leaned his head back and groaned, placing his hand over his eyes and muttering something under his breath.

"W-what are we gonna do? W-we can't w-walk." Roger said

"I..I honestly don't know." Brian said in a low voice, "The damn car's dead, we can't keep warm, the snow's not g-gonna s-stop anytime soon," His voice was getting louder with each word, "G-great! I'm gonna f-freeze t-to death! I-I'm stuck out h-here in the fucking worst storm of the y-year."

"It-it could be worse..." Roger said, but Brian didn't take it too lightly.

"Worse? It's already terrible because I'm stuck out in this storm that's not slowing down any time soon, it's below freezing outside, the heat's off, and how am I supposed to sit in here with the guy I've liked for the..." His voice trailed off as his grip tightened on the wheel and stared off into the distance, not uttering another sound.

Roger looked over at him. His face had gone deathly pale before a violent blush crept up onto it. He rested his face on the wheel, quietly muttering "Oh God no...I did notjust say that out loud."

Roger scratched the back of his head, a light blush forming on his face as he shifted in his seat, a feeling of giddiness filling him up. He..he likes me? A smile spread across his face as Brian began banging his head against the wheel.

"I can't b-believe I j-just said that."

Roger had known about Brian's preferences, everyone did. He'd come out back in seventy-four and in those two years, he hadn't flaunted his love for men, nor did he hide it. Freddie was the one who people assumed wasn't straight. He never hid his love for men, women, even people of questionable gender. But, the four of them were anything but straight. He and John swung both ways and Brian stayed under the gay radar. But not once in those two years did Brian ever show him any sort of affection or flirtatious behavior, unlike Freddie who never left John's side once he came out. Yet, now that he thought of it, Brian had always acted a bit quieter or uncomfortable when he was in the room, despite their constant arguing. Always unable to sit still, backing up whenever he walked by, and even playing with his curls to have something to occupy his hands with. A wide grin spread across his face as he glanced back at Brian, who's head was still resting on the wheel.

Roger could faintly see him shaking as he glanced up and looked straight ahead. Roger whispered, "Y-you like me?"

Brian let out a shaky exhale and nodded. "G-go ahead, say what your thinking. You obviously hate me. I treat you like shit and why the hell should I-"

"Well...I feel the same way."

"I expect you to feel angry-" He paused and looked at him, his blush turning a deeper red as he rubbed the back of his head. "B-but the way I argue with y-you and-"

"I only argued back because I didn't want you to know I've liked you." He admitted

Brian let out a shaky sigh and rested his head back onto the seat. "I've liked you for so long, it's amazing I didn't act like a complete idiot b-before hand."

"Hang on, you've been arguing with me for a month. That's not too long."

"I decided instead of acting like an i-idiot it'd b-be easier to a-argue with you."

Roger giggled lightly, "Funny, I felt the same way." He scoffed, "Now that I've thought about it, you weren't to subtle with the nervous actions around me. Neither was I." He remarked, remembering the couple of times he'd fumbled over his words and constantly playing with his clothes.

Brian's gaze softened as Roger pulled him into a tight hug, feeling him shaking underneath him, either from the cold of from admitting how he felt. Probably a mix of both. He felt the body heat of his crush warm his frozen body as he exhaled heavily.

"W-well, that clears up something. Now," Brian began as he separated from him, a small smile and a glow of relief shining on his face, "H-how do we keep warm t-till the snow either stops or s-someone drives by."

Roger looked down at the car floor and tried to shove the fantasy he'd been thinking about for the past five minutes to the back of his mind. No. He's not going to say yes to that. Well...he might. He looked over and saw a hopeful glint in his eyes. He smiled warmly and Roger flashed a naughty smile at him. In a second of lust and confidence, he gripped the collar of Brian's shirt and placed a kiss on the older boy's lips. Brian responded by throwing his arms around him and pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. The small gesture quickly turned into a lustful, needy kiss as Brian responded by opening his mouth, allowing Roger to passionately flick his tongue over the roof of his mouth. Their tongues fought for control of the situation as Roger dragged his hands across the guitarist's chest and slid them over to the zipper of the coat he was wearing. He quickly yanked it down and threw it to the floor of the car. He heard Brian curse under his breath as he separated from the kiss in an attempt to let the two of them catch their breath.

"Back." He breathed out

Roger didn't say no. Hell, I've dreamt of this for way to long. He pulled the older boy to the back of the, luckily, spacious back seat and pinned him to the soft cushions beneath them. Roger swiftly removed his coat and threw it to the front seat to wear Brian's was. Brian's breathing had already sped up as the older man tugged him back into the kiss they'd been sharing a mere few seconds ago. Roger dragged his hands across his still covered chest as Brian's hands slid down to the small of his back sending a shiver through his cold body. He moaned deeply as he began to undo the buttons of Brian's shirt. He moved his lips down the older boy's neck and down to his chest, gently sucking the skin, extracting the most desperate sounds from him.

"Oh fuck-fucking hell.." He said breathlessly as Roger undid the last button and lazily moved his hand across his inner thigh.

Brian reached out to remove his outer shirt and Roger gladly let him unbutton it as fast as he could. His lust began taking over as his crotch began to push against the fabric of his black pants. He glanced down and grinned, obviously excited at seeing what his hands and mouth had done to the boy beneath him. His bulge was straining against the tight fabric of his pants and Roger took this opportunity to let his hand gently drag over it. Brian suddenly gasped as Roger felt his heart beat faster beneath his hand. He placed a large love bite along Brian's shoulder and felt him push up against him.

"P-please Rog..." His voice trailed off as he let out a small, quiet moan.

Roger glanced up, seeing the tension in his lover's face. His eyes were shut tightly and his lips were slightly parted to allow short breaths to help heal his breath circulation. He figured it was time to move on, mainly because he was feeling quite excited as well. He quickly undid his fly and pulled down his jeans, earning a heavy sigh from Brian as his crotch was freed from the restrictive fabric of his tight pants. He palmed his erection through the thin fabric of his underwear. He tore off his underwear with one swift movement, his long cock springing free. Roger wrapped his hand around his length and gently teased the older boy as he ran his hand along the shaft, drawing small circles around the tip. Brian squirmed beneath him, his ragged breathing forming little clouds in the air, fogging up the surrounding windows. He ignored the cold that had penetrated his nether regions, more focused on Roger's hand teasing his hard cock.

"H-hurry u-up Rog-" He began, being cut off from a gasp as Roger licked the side of his aching dick.

He dragged his tongue across the tip before closing his mouth around it, earning a soft moan from Brian.

"G-God Roger..." Brian gripped the seats of the car as a shiver of pleasure ran through his body. Roger tried to remember what his previous one-night stands had done to him, considering that he was used to receiving head instead of giving it. But, Brian seemed to quickly take the submissive stance this time and Roger quickly scoured through his memories of past experiences. He placed one of his hands on his waist, the other one occasionally moving up and down his inner thigh. He flicked his tongue across his hard length, keeping himself taut and not completely taking him down his throat as he spun a small circle around the tip of his dick, eliciting soft moans from the older boy. He took another inch down his throat, a small gasp coming from him as he entangled his hands in his blonde hair, slightly pushing down on him to get him deeper into his throat and began to suck, earning a small cry from the guitarist.

Brian tried to keep himself together, resisting the urge to thrust into the drummer's warm mouth. He wasn't used to being underneath someone and actually being blown. Though he was on top most of the time, he did occasionally switch positions depending on which guy he had with him or what mood he was in for the time being. Having Roger obviously start this whole thing, he felt it only right to let him be in control of the situation, something he accepted quickly and was relishing this act more than Brian expected, making him wonder if he had been submissive more times than dominant. Yet, he began to lose focus on anything but what Roger was doing as he tugged impatiently at the younger boy's hair as he felt his soft, hot, and wet mouth around his aching member. He writhed fervently beneath him, yearning for him to do anything besides tease him like this. He shut his eyes tightly to avoid looking down at the extremely hot sight beneath him to make sure he wouldn't climax right then and there. However, with his orgasm building up relentlessly within him, he couldn't help voice his thoughts to Roger, who was still eagerly going down on him.

"Oh God Roger I-I can't l...last..." Brian began, his breathing growing ragged as he looked down at Roger, who with that statement, pulled his mouth off his member, smirking as he heard Brian whine in frustration.

"Fuck Roger...dammit. I'm s-so f-fucking close." He said breathlessly

"I deserve some fun too. Don't worry, you'll be feeling better again soon." He whispered softly, his hand sliding along his inner thigh.

"W-wait. We need lube."

"It's Fred's car. I'd expect he'd have something in here."

He reached over to the little compartment in the front of the car and, as expected, a small tube sat right up front, obviously already open and halfway emptied. Luckily, it wasn't frozen, but it wasn't warm enough for use yet. As he heated up the lube with the remaining heat in his hand, he slid his forefinger and middle finger into his mouth, listening to Brian's labored breathing as he let out soft moan from the hot sight. Roger never let his eyes, dark with arousal, leave Brian's hazel gaze as he effortlessly pushed one up inside of him.

"Ow-Oh fuck," Brian whispered, "J-just fuck me already."

Roger responded by shoving his second finger up inside of him, earning a desperate moan from Brian. Roger twisted his fingers around inside of him, making him writhe in a mix of both pain and pleasure as his body got used to the feeling. Brian's moans of pleasure went straight to his stiff cock that was still restrained to the fabric of both his boxers and pants. Brian whined for released of the teasing games Roger was putting him through and, after a few more minutes of stretching him, he slid both his fingers out quickly, making Brian gasp at the sudden emptiness. Brian took in sharp, erratic breaths as Roger quickly removed his pants and boxers and tossed them to the ground with the other pieces of clothing. Brian's pupils dilated as he clutched his erection. He hissed at the feeling and let out a shaky exhale. Brian pushed his shaft with long, slow strokes, sending strong waves of pleasure through his body. He grabbed the bottle of lube and lubed up his dick, making Brian shift under him as his lust and desire grew stronger, wanting nothing more for him to enter him. He placed himself at Brian's entrance, hearing his breath hitch as he felt him there. He brought him into a deep kiss as he delivered the first thrust, slowly entering the older boy. Roger gasped as he felt his tightness grip him as he shuddered in pleasure. He felt Brian tense up a bit underneath him as he moaned into the kiss. He must be on top more. Roger concluded. He's way too tight to be submissive a lot. He then took it upon himself to impress him, so he waited for Brian to feel comfortable and fought the desire to move on.

After a minute of Brian forcing himself to focus on the kiss and not the tight fit of having Roger inside of him, Roger got the signal that it was alright to move on and pushed himself deeper into him.

"J-just like that.." He moaned out as Roger began rocking his hips forward.

Roger sighed in relief as he thrusted in and out of the guitarist and couldn't believe how good it felt to be inside Brian. He delivered soft, fast thrusts at first, getting a wonderful reaction from Brian as he tightened his grip on the seat beneath him and let out the most arousing sounds. Roger tightened his grip on his hips as he went deeper, earning a longing moan from him. He dragged his lips across his neck and collarbone, leaving another love bite on the opposite side. Brian pushed himself against him and that, mixed with the soft, desperate sounds he was emitting, gave him further encouragement to find his lover's sweet spot. As he brought his mouth back to his neck, he'd finally found it.

"Oh fuck! R-right t-there." He cried out, pushing his hips up into Roger.

Roger grinned slyly. "Like this?" He asked, slowly massaging his dick across the older boy's prostate, earning a strangled, but contented cry as he shut his eyes tightly.

Roger watched in awe as his the guitarist moaned and cursed louder than he ever did before. His eyes were blurry with pleasure as his breathing was reduced to a quick pant. All of this brought him closer to his orgasm, but he knew Brian was closer, he could see it in his face. He slammed into his prostate with extreme accuracy, earning another desperate shout from him.

"Keep...keep going...Oh G-God...I'm so...c-close." He said between moans.

Roger devoured the sight beneath him. His new lover was flushed a deep crimson and the noises were going straight to his cock as he continued to thrust deeply into him.

"Dammit...Brian you feel so good a-around me.." He whispered into the guitarist's ear.

Brian was to lost in the anticipation and euphoria of having his long time crush fucking him senseless that he couldn't respond with words, but gave a quick nod as Roger slammed into his sweet spot again.

"I-I'm s-so cl..." His voice trailed off, his mind to clouded with arousal to speak.

Roger decided it was time to finish him off. He grabbed his cock and pushed it in one go, earning a low moan from Brian. His breath stocked in his throat as he pounded into him, hitting his sweet spot with unyielding accuracy and his ran his hand along his length. With one last, strong thrust, Brian's back arched, his eyes shut tightly, his jaw dropped open as he came, his white liquid covering his hand and chest. Roger stared at him in awe, sending him closer to the edge.

"Damn..." He muttered in a husky voice

He dug his nails into his sides and thrust twice more into him before he came deep inside of him with a wail of Brian's name. He shuddered, feeling a wave of exhaustion hit him as he collapsed onto the boy beneath him, his orgasm tearing through his body. He slowly softened inside of him and pulled out as he noticed the slow movement of Brian's chest. He looked up with weary eyes as he saw that Brian had fallen asleep, a look of tranquility upon his flushed face. He grabbed a jacket from the front and laid it across them to help keep them warm, despite the sex session doing a good job of that. He laid his head atop Brian's chest and drifted off into a deep slumber.

...

"John hurry up!" Freddie shouted from the passenger seat

"I'm not speeding up on these icy roads!"

"Yes you can! It's not snowing any more! Start driving faster!"

Freddie grumbled and crossed his arms. It'd been three hours since they'd left the studio and Brian and Roger hadn't returned home yet. True, Freddie didn't mind having the flat alone to him and John, but when they didn't get home an hour after they'd said they'd be back, he'd grown worried.

"Fred, isn't that your car?"

John pulled over to the side of the road as Freddie noticed his car sitting at the side of the road. Oh fuck. I forgot to fill it last night. How long have they been out here? What if they left to get back home and got lost? He quickly grabbed his extra set of keys and hurried over as fast as he could to the car, trying not to slip on the ice beneath him.

"Fred, hold up!"

He ignored John and unlocked his car. He pulled open the back door and froze on sight. He saw his two bandmates lying on top of each other with a sole jacket hanging off the side of Roger's leg, leaving him and Brian completely exposed.

"Oh my God." He said, a small smirk spreading across his face, "Hey John, get over here."

He watched as Roger stirred and looked up at him with tired eyes that quickly went wide. John arrived at his side before quickly covering his eyes with a similar "Oh my God!"

"Freddie?!" Roger asked in a high voice as he struggled to grab the jacket from beneath him while trying to keep his lower body covered.

"Well that's not what I was expecting to see." His eyes flashed over Brian's body and jeered, "Ooh, I can see two love bites, you naughty things."

Brian groaned as he started to wake. "What happened Rog?" He asked as his eyes fluttered open.

Roger covered himself with the jacket and did his best to cover Brian with his pants as Freddie let out a small giggle. "You two take your time. We'll be waiting in our car and I want to hear about this on the way back."

John was still covering his eyes as Freddie walked away with him. Roger faintly heard him mutter, "I would've thought they'd killed each other before they screwed each other."

Roger and Brian emerged from the car a few minutes later, lazily dressed in their clothes from earlier. They climbed into the car and began driving back, an awkward silence filling the car for a good ten minutes until John broke it with a simple question.

"Did you at least finish Tie Your Mother Down?"

"More like tie your boyfriend down if you ask me." Freddie teased

Roger rolled his eyes as he felt Brian wrap his arm around his waist. "Shocker, yes. Simply put, I like him, he likes me, we didn't want each other to know and decided fighting was the best way to hide it till the car stopped and I shouted it. One thing led to another-"

"You mean you fucked his brains out."

Brian gave a nervous look and Freddie took notice of this from his passenger seat. "Oh you're kidding me. Roger was on top? God, that's like John being into bondage!" He laughed loudly, "Oh God I wouldn't have seen that in a million years!"

"Hey!" Roger growled

"Hush Rog," Brian said. He leaned in closer, "You're great on top." He whispered

Roger smiled and whispered back, "And I'm sure you'll do just as good a job."

Freddie looked at the new couple and smiled. He'd noticed a sparkle in their eyes that hadn't been there for such a long time and now the two were happily together. Roger entangled his hand with Brian's and rested his head on his shoulder. And just as all seemed well, John said,

"Fred, what about your car?"