"That was wonderful Bri! Such a lovely place to dine at." Freddie happily told his boyfriend as they walked through the door of their flat. The four of them had just went to a nearby Italian place that Roger had suggested, mainly because they didn't want to go to the same place the next night. Instead, they'd be going to a classic Japanese place that the four of them absolutely adored. Freddie especially loved the beautiful, yet simple, decor of the restaurant that reminded him of the time they spend down in Japan during their earlier years and was excited to return to the country for their next tour. He heard Brian shuffle in behind him in, starting to remove his coat as he went in for another hug, unable to contain his joy.

"Whoa! Hey, it was just dinner. Nothing special." Brian said, looking down at the excited expression upon his face, not being able to hold back a smile himself once he saw the joy that lit it up.

"Oh but it's those little things that I just adore. And," He started, unhooking his hands from Brian's waist, running his hands across his shirt to help smooth it out. "Everyone gets excited when their birthday's the next day."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. It's also nice to see you in such a great mood." He said, thinking back to his earlier annoyance while they were at the studio.

"Oh but I'm always a joy to be around!" He replied, walking over to their bedroom and resting his foot against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest, and flashing a cheeky grin at the younger boy.

The night they'd experienced hand't been as extravagant as Freddie tried to hype it up to be, at least in his mind. He, John, Roger, and Freddie had simply went out to dine at a nearby restaurant. Though he couldn't act like it wasn't a nice evening. Fresh Italian food and Roger had opted to buy a bottle of Sicilian wine for them to all share, lucky for him it had been on the sweeter side, or else the drink would have been foul. Yet, Freddie's mood had only brightened up ever since the meal had begun. His bubbly, almost childlike, attitude towards his birthday the next day was absolutely adorable! Grinning like it was Christmas morning and laughing at anything he said, as though nothing could bring him down.

However, in contrast to how he was acting right now, Brian had noticed a dark spot in the older boy's attitude once they parted from John and Roger, who had agreed to stay out later so that he and Freddie could have some alone time together. Though he knew how much Freddie adored having his closest friends with him for any big occasion, he knew that if he wanted everything to work out the way he wanted it to, he couldn't have the other couple in the flat for the time being. It was mainly an act of chivalry having them out of the house, since he did not want any commentary from Roger the next day or to make the other two feel awkward if they were there. Since they had promised him that they would be there before they got up, Brian knew he had little to worry about. All he hoped for was that they'd live up to the promise and actually get back there. John he wasn't worried about, he was quite punctual and knew not to delay anything, but it was Roger's somewhat reckless behavior that worried him. Yes, Roger had calmed down ever since John finally started wrangling in that wild spirit of his, just enough so that he wouldn't get himself in trouble, but he still couldn't manage showing up on time. Whether it be to recording sessions or even to dinner if John wasn't there to constantly remind him.

Brian laughed softly to himself at the other couple's relationship, hanging his coat up next to Freddie's in the process. As though Freddie had been reading his thoughts, he voiced his earlier concerns out to him yet again. "What I don't get is why John and Roger are still out. Nor why you wanted to get home so soon. It's still before midnight. Should be the other way around. John's not one to stay out late."

"Yes, but Roger is. Don't worry about them. They'll be fine." Brian replied joining him at the door, "Roger said he wanted to take him down to that pop bar he loves that wasn't too far from the restaurant."

Freddie shrugged it off, the concern quickly fading away as amazement at how quickly another year had passed replaced it. Though this year wouldn't be another milestone, unless you'd count 32 as something special, he was still glad nothing drastic had happened to affect it this year. No tours to interrupt it, least not for another two months, no new record to promote, seeing as they were almost finished recording Jazz and planned to go right on tour after completing it, and nothing had happened to any of them the whole year to impair their ability to be there with him. It was a euphoric thought! Nothing to worry about. Just him, Brian, and his friends for another birthday.

Yet, he couldn't shake the feeling of abandonment when Roger and John said they were going to stay out longer. He knew they'd be back in time for dinner by the next day, but they'd always made sure to be home for each other's birthdays. He and Brian did it for theirs and they had done it for Brian's. So, what was so different about his that they had to stay out later? John wasn't one to do that, or at least when they weren't on tour, and Roger had already been up longer than he and Brian had and was still up for more things.

Freddie slightly jumped at the feeling of Brian's taller frame enveloping him in a tight hug. He glanced behind him, Brian quickly grabbing the bridge of the his sunglasses and slowly removed him, the room igniting with color once more and Brian's sympathetic, hazel gaze returning as well. Brian tucked the accessory away in his pocket a softly smiled at him.

"I know. Just thought they'd be here for tomorrow."

"They'll be here." He whispered, "I know they will. Tomorrow morning they'll come walking in if they haven't snuck back in before that, safe and sound." He chuckled softly, "I mean, do you honestly think Roger's gonna let anyone hurt John? Or that John would go somewhere dangerous with him?"

"Of course not. Though, knowing Roger once he gets enough alcohol in him, I wouldn't be surprised if he came home from a fight. He's already got some anger issues."

"Oh stop it." Brian jeered, "He's calmed down a lot in the past two years. Ever since he finally got with John."

Freddie had to agree with Brian's argument. Ever since Roger admitted to his feelings about their bassist back in '75, John and he had been inseparable ever since. The two had had made improvements on each other's personalities too. Roger had calmed down and seemed more empathetic, even though he still has his bouts of anger every now and then, and John had actually begun to speak up more, contributing more of his own writings to the band and didn't seem as quiet as he had been back when they'd first met. Freddie personally believed it was Roger who got him to come out in the first place, seeing as he'd been so silent about anything to do with his sexual preferences until Roger coaxed him out of the closet back in '75 when he told him about his crush.

"I'm going to go get cleaned up." Brian said, unhooking his arms from Freddie's waist. "I'd like to be able to be fresh and fruity for my little prince tonight."

"Mhmm, alright." He hummed, wondering why Brian was making a big deal over tonight. If anything, he should care about looking his best for tomorrow night when they were all going out, not tonight when they had just got back from their night out. Before he could question Brian's actions, the guitarist had already left the room, leaving Freddie alone, the feeling of abandonment returning once again.

...

Freddie fell onto the bed behind him, sighing in relief as the softness of their mattress enveloped him, a fresh wave of relaxation falling over him, glad to be able to rest after a full day at the studio and an exciting night out with the other guys. He closed his eyes, wanting to block out the rest of the sights and just be able to listen and be to his own thoughts. He faintly heard the shower run in the next room, curious as to why he was taking longer than usual. He knew he was alright, faintly hearing his whispers to himself through the walls, Freddie fighting the urge to eavesdrop on his conversation with himself.

Returning to his thoughts, Freddie simply couldn't shake everyone's odd behavior. Logical thinking would lead him to that they all had something planned for his birthday, something he had no clue about, but why would that make Roger and John stay out all night? Would they be planning something for tomorrow night? Which wouldn't make sense since so few restaurants were open past midnight in their vicinity. Surely if they were planning something they would have done it earlier when Brian was available for some private chat back at the bar. He highly doubted that it would be just John and Roger planning something else for him, though he figured he could be wrong.

But what really struck him was Brian's silence about what he could possibly be doing. He already knew about the dinner, something that he'd wanted to do for his birthday, but he couldn't guess what Brian would do. He hadn't spent much time out nor had he seen him come back with any bags that would indicate he'd bought something for him in the past few days. Freddie did know better than to ask Brian what he could have planned, seeing as the younger boy was much too smart to give into insistent begging. It slightly worried him. Surely Brian hadn't gotten him nothing? He'd always got him something, whether it be something as small as a bushel of flowers or something grand like the gold ring with a cushion-cut sapphire in the middle that he'd gotten back in '74.

And once again that dark thought crept up into his thoughts. It was ridiculous, it'd only been a few days, not weeks, but he still couldn't shake it. He'd figured that Brian had finally started to grow bored of him, after a mere five years together. But how could it happen so suddenly? Wasn't it supposed to be gradual, if it was supposed to happen at all! But he'd just seen the lack of attention from him over the past few days, ignoring anything he'd try to do to lure him into the bedroom, even bringing out those old tight clothes from the earlier days to really catch his eye. Yet even the smallest size that he owned didn't catch the younger boy's attention. Even an attempt to grab his ass in public would have soothed his nerves enough, but he didn't do anything. Though tonight he did seem almost flirty again, Freddie figured it was just the buzz of alcohol that made him like that earlier. He sighed in defeat, surely he couldn't have lost interest. Then again, he could never be too sure of Brian's actions.

"That's new, Mr. Mercury himself falling asleep before midnight for once?" Brian asked, heading over, dressed casually in a black sleeveless shirt and boxers, apparently ready for bed himself.

"Seeing as I've been up since five-thirty this morning, I think I deserve some rest."

"Well, we've been up since five-thirty as well. Roger longer than all three of us as well. But don't tell me John's able to stay awake longer than you." Brian teased

"Oh, of course not." Freddie argued, quickly sitting up and removing his own shirt in the process. Brian sat down next to him, running his fingers through his hair and pulling him closer, feeling his chest against his and faintly feeling his steady heartbeat. This always sparked a stark contrast between his actions. He'd either be stuck to his side and displaying any type of affection he could in public, almost like he was claiming Brian as his to the world. Yet, he was always the naughtier one of the two. Whispering dirty things in his ear when they were out in public, making sly comments in what would be a clean conversation and turning it into something else that wouldn't be fit for the public ear, and even some obscene touching every now and then. Just to complete this difference in Freddie's personality, they'd end up doing God knows what almost every night, whether it be a quick hand-job once they shut the doors or a full on sex session at two o'clock in the morning.

Yet only for the past few days did Brian decline any suggestions from Freddie, disrupting their usual routine of making love as often as they could. He'd always feel guilty when saying no to him, mainly because of Freddie's sensitivity when it came to romance. He'd mentioned that he had been extremely prone to jealousy back in school, mainly since few girls would ever consider going out with him, always blaming it on his appearance, and it was a social death sentence if he ever was seen with a guy back then, especially during the teenage years, so he'd jump headlong into most of his relationships, Brian still remembering the sheer joy in Freddie's face after he managed to come out of the closet all those years ago, saying it was a miracle that his crush was into people of the same sex too.

That old clingy attitude had started to resurface too, making Brian worry that Freddie might have gotten the wrong idea about his reluctance to any sort of sex for the past few days, hoping that he wasn't getting the idea that he was bored of him, which certainly wasn't the case. But, for now, Brian just went with Freddie's old saying, something he said on those few times Brian let him take over the dominant role.

It's always better when you wait.
...

As he and Freddie laid there in bed, whispering small comments to each other about miscellaneous things, ranging from their day to endearing sayings about each other, Brain made sure to keep checking the time, counting down till it was midnight. His gaze kept flashing from Freddie, who was pressed up against his body with his arms wrapped around his smaller frame, and to the small clock on top of their night stand that seemed to move slower than ever before.

"...And we're not gonna have much time to do things for the next few months."

"Huh? Oh, wait, why?" Brian asked, hardly listening to the past minute of what he'd been saying.

Freddie gave a quick laugh, "Just wanted to see if you were listening. But, it's not completely untrue. We've gotta finish up Jazz and then go on tour. We're all beat after concerts and the after parties anyway."

"Well it'll be all worth it when we've finished the tour. Plus, it'll be nice to see their reactions to new songs. Hell, the only reason why they show up are because of your songs."

"What? Those small tunes. They're nothing. Just...what I think."

Brian rolled his eyes, holding back a loud sigh. Despite being with him for five years, Freddie was still so secretive about all of his music, never revealing too many details about even the simplest songs, only being able to recall Killer Queen's message for the time. He was so protective over their meanings like they were his children. In a way, they were. He created them himself, no one else's help and most likely came from deeply personal experiences. But that secretive demeanor was something that never ebbed away, even when it was just the two of them alone. He tried not to ask what the songs meant, knowing that it placed him in such an awkward position to answer them. He always reassured him, letting him know it'd be alright if he ever wanted to say what the songs meant, but he just brushed it off, leaving the meaning to himself, if there was a meaning behind the song at all.

"Well it's because of those thoughts in that pretty head of yours that got us this popularity. You even got America to pay attention to us."

"Actually, that was you. They adore that simple beat of your song from the last one."

"Oh stop it." Brian began, turning Freddie over so that he could look at him. No matter how much he tried to act like he didn't care about his songs or how the public would react to them, he knew he cared about what they thought about them. How much pressure he put on the three of them when they were practicing the songs so that they'd be perfect, sound just the way he wanted them to when he pictured it in his head and the same went for when they performed live. Putting on such a magnificent show that they were known more for their shows than the music they played in some cases.

"You're the reason why people started listening to us. None of us wrote Killer Queen or Bohemian Rhapsody. That's all you, we just helped make it real. My first hit came off the last album and that was, again, paired with your song. People love us and our songs, but stop arguing with me when I say your songs are outstanding. They'll be remembered for a long time."

"Now you stop it." Freddie said with a small giggle at the end, "You sound like I'm gonna die tomorrow, which I don't plan to."

Freddie felt Brian's grip around his waist tighten as he pulled him closer, faintly seeing his lips move, but couldn't hear what he had said. Brian pressed his lips against his, entangling his fingers in his hair during it. Freddie quickly responded by placing his hands in his hair, lightly gripping his curls and shutting his eyes. His lips glided across Brian's smoothly, feeling Brian's tongue gently flick across his teeth. He drank in the minty taste faintly coming from Brian's warm breath that mixed with the sweet fruity taste of his earlier glasses of wine.

Brian let out a quiet moan as separated for a second to help catch his breath. He looked down at Freddie who slowly opened his eyes and looked at him with passion and lust starting to ignite his gaze. His lightly flushed face and slightly parted lips made him look like even more of a turn on as Brian dove back into the kiss. He flicked his tongue against Freddie's, enjoying the lingering taste of vodka and whiskey that stuck to his mouth. He pressed his chest against Freddie's, faintly feeling his fast heartbeat against his own. He felt Freddie's hands press lightly against his head, keeping him from moving away, despite him having no intentions of doing so.

Freddie let out a quiet sigh as he felt one of Brian's hands release his hair and trail slowly down his back. He felt it occasionally shift to the side of his chest and return back to its original path. He moaned into the kiss as he felt Brian's hand gently squeeze his ass, moving his own hands down to his sides and rolling over, neither of them breaking the kiss for a second. He opened his eyes halfway, taking notice of the growing tightness of his pants. He looked up at Brian, seeing his reddened face, lightly shut eyes, and feeling his hands drift back to his side and chest. He snapped his teeth against Brian's, starting to lightly pull at his hair. He took in a deep breath as Brian pulled his lips away from his and trailed them down his jaw and down to his neck, gently sucking at the skin. Freddie moved his hands down to Brian's back, his fingers lightly scratching against his t-shirt. He gripped it lightly, starting to tug at it to help pull it off of him if what Brian was doing was going to lead to what he thought.

"G-getting i-into it q-quickly tonight Bri?" He asked, "Al-ready on t-top t-too. N-naughty boy."

Brian chuckled quietly, his hot breath bumping against his sensitive neck. Freddie fought back a disgruntled groan once he pushed back, looking down at him with uncharacteristically mischievous eyes. He pulled his shirt off over his head, Freddie's gaze drifting down from his face to his almost uncovered body, taking little notice of his chest and focusing more on the more than obvious bulge in his boxers. He bit down on his lip, reaching out to take them off of him and finally see that wondrous body of his. Yet before he could even grab them, Brian reached down and wrapped his hand around his wrist, preventing him from moving forward.

"Not as quickly as you are." He remarked, moving back down to Freddie's body. Tonight was all about patience, and seeing how long it took before Freddie lost his composure. From many nights together, he knew Freddie's weak points, and one of them was being teased himself, even though Freddie himself loved teasing him for what felt like hours. He ran his hands along Freddie's sides, his quicksilver touch making him squirm beneath him whenever he touched those sensitive spots along his body, only growing more eager as he continued to move them lower and lower.

As he reached the rim of his pants, Freddie had already begun to rapidly lose his nerves, even though he was aware of what Brian was doing right now. But it was so out of the ordinary for him to be teased so agonizingly slow that he simply wasn't used to it. Fighting to keep himself calm enough to avoid hysteria, but not enough as to seem like his movements were boring him, which they certainly weren't. Those light touches along his sides, the rubbing along his chest and stomach, and the rare, but rapturous, prods of Brian's erection along his inner thighs were making the fight to keep his patience an especially hard one.

He held his breath as Brian worked on his zipper, allowing his nimble fingers to run along his hardening member, making him curl his fingers into the sheets beneath them. In contrast to the slow pace Brian had kept for the past few minutes, he quickly yanked down his pants, carelessly tossing them to the ground and maintaining his focus on his body. Freddie shivered in anticipation as Brian's mouth returned to his body, nibbling at his collarbone and scratching his nails across his bare thighs. He gritted his teeth and let out a frustrated groan as Brian pressed his lower body against his, rubbing their crotches together. Freddie pushed his hips up against him, desperately hoping he'd move on and take those damn boxers off already.

Brian knew the sexual frustration he was causing his lover, seeing as Freddie wasn't the best at hiding it from him. He decided to move on as to avoid repeating too many actions which in turn would ruin the act altogether. He swiftly tugged down Freddie's boxers, hearing him sigh in relief once he removed the garments from his body. Brian couldn't help but look down at his partner and admire that body of his that only heightened his arousal. His skinny, wasp-like figure, that hairy chest of his, and his proud erection that prodded at his lower belly. He bit his bottom lip, curling his fingers around his dick, earning a soft moan of appreciation escape from Freddie's parted lips.

It didn't take long for Freddie to start bucking up to the touch of his fingers, his control slowly ebbing away from him as his mind grew cloudy with arousal. The feeling of Brian's almost magical touch on his nether regions was slowly, but surely, driving him insane. He felt his lips trail down his stomach, his hands slipping away from his length and curling around his hips, his thumbs so excruciatingly close to the base of his dick, he couldn't help but start to shift beneath him, trying to get any part of his body to touch him. Those movements were met with a forceful grip on his waist as Brian pushed him into the bed to hold him still, but also were rewarded with him licking a long line from his inner thigh, up to the base of his cock, and drawing a steady line up to the tip.

He tightened his grip on the sheets as Brian's tongue repeatedly flicked along the sides of his length, his desperation for the upcoming blow job session growing. He would never have guessed Brian would be the one to tease him for this long, this slowly, and in such a masterful way. Especially since it'd never taken him this long before to actually get to the sex sessions. Since Brian was the designated dominant of their relationship, aside from a few times Freddie took control, he tended not to take his time with teasing. If he initiated it, it'd be a fast-paced, passionate session with both of them being too spent at the end to do much else afterwards. He himself took a different approach. Taking his time with teasing him, making sure he felt comfortable since Freddie knew he was much more of a dominant person in bed and wasn't used to being on the receiving end. But he always made sure to keep him comfortable either way, muttering teasing and encouraging whispers in his ear and reassuring him throughout and after the session.

"G-G-God Brian..." He stuttered out as he spun a leisure circle around his length and took him into his mouth, slightly pursing his lips around the tip and starting to gently suck at it. The sudden movement sent waves of pleasure through his body, his eyes fluttering to a close as he stroked the remaining inches with his hand, his other hand massaging his lower belly while still pushing down onto him. His incredibly soft, hot mouth running along the first few inches of his cock reduced his breathing to a ragged pant, only making him seem less and less in control of his body, which he was. His leg twitched along with his fingers as he clawed at the bed in hopes of making his movements not seem hysterical. Yet this was becoming increasingly difficult as he took more of his length into his mouth, continuing to gently suck at his member.

Brian fought back the urges to take him completely down his throat as fast as possible and suck him dry. He moved his hand back to his waist, gently kneading his stomach, as he took another inch into his mouth, Freddie's moans becoming louder with that single movement. God he was such a turn on whenever he lost his self-control. Normally being the calmer one when it came to initiating sex or the endless teasing he'd do to him whenever they'd switch positions, it was a true sight whenever Freddie began to lose those characteristics and revert to an almost primal state, though he was one to talk. Just to be able to see those walls crumble even quicker, Brian took the liberty of swallowing the remaining inches of Freddie's length and swallowing thickly around his pulsing cock.

"Agh! F-fuck!" He cried, letting out a long, shaky exhale afterwards. In a split second, Brian felt his hands entangle themselves into his hair, pushing down on the back of his head to ensure he wouldn't budge from his position underneath him. Brian looked up at him, feeling quite proud at what his actions had elicited in the past fifteen minutes. His head was tilted back, his mouth slightly open, and a look of pure bliss upon that angelic face of his. The erotic sight in front of him only heightened his own arousal, making it harder for him to keep this steady pace going as he was made aware of his own throbbing erection that was still contained in his boxers. But damn, those noises Freddie moaned out every second only made him want to stay there and continue to please him, make him beg for more. The low moans of pure pleasure, frustrated groans, and desperate encouragements to go on just made everything he was doing worth the wait for the moment supreme that lingered in front of him.

Once Freddie's sentences turned into mindless blabberings, Brian knew to stop this oral sex session soon before Freddie finished off. He didn't even need to be told that, every little thing he was doing was telling he was close to finishing. The tension in his face, clenched teeth, eyes shut tightly, and sweat dripping off his forehead and down onto the sheets beneath him. His heaving, scarlet chest, the little twitches of his arms, and lastly, his throbbing cock that was rock hard on his tongue. As Freddie opened his mouth to say something, Brian slipped off of his member, watching as Freddie's eyes flew open as he tried pushing him back down onto his dripping length, Brian simply removing his hands from his hair. He let out a dissatisfied wail, kicking at the blankets like a child who didn't get the toy he had wanted.

"C...come o-on...Bri..." He breathed out, "I...I'm s-so close..."

"You really think I'm going to make it that simple tonight?" Brian asked rhetorically, Freddie groaning in response, resisting every instinct in him that told him to just finish himself off with his own hands. Knowing the upcoming events that, if they matched the attitude Brian had managed to hold for the past fifteen minutes, it'd be worth the painfully slow buildup that would end in sweet release.

He was somewhat shocked, almost in awe, of Brian's self-control tonight. His usual calm, composed, somewhat prude attitude in public was the complete contrast to his disposition once they got in the bedroom. Brian was in control when they got in the bedroom, even for those few times he was submissive to him, he found a way to make him do what he wanted. It could be because of his natural liking to please whoever he came in contact with, but Brian's rowdy, lustful behavior in the bedroom drove him wild. It'd certainly shock anyone who knew him if they ever saw him in action, even Roger and John had no clue about how rough Brian could be. Always maintaining that calm disposition, even when arguing he didn't raise his voice all too much. But in the bedroom? All of that disappeared. He'd shout and curse, tear at the sheets, bite and scratch at him, and just be so energetic and fervent about doing all of it. Then the end would come by and Brian would apologize afterwards, always asking if he'd accidentally hurt him or if he was alright after anything, which he would reply with a confirmation that he was indeed alright.

Even though he was taking it so serious tonight, as though he was using his own techniques against him, Freddie still took notice of that animalistic shadow in his eyes and the sly smirk plastered on his face as his eyes trailed over his body once again. Freddie could have sworn he heard a low growl escape from his lover as he crashed his lips against his own, stealing the newly caught breath from him again.

This time Brian didn't fight those instincts and desires that had built up in him not over the past minutes, but for the past few days. He'd fought every urge to take Freddie into their bedroom and fuck him relentlessly, the cravings going as far as to screw him in the bathroom at the restaurant earlier. Luckily for him, Freddie hadn't been persistent with asking for sex, even though he knew in the back of his mind that Freddie had been in the mood for the past few nights, purposely trying his best to arouse him whenever he could. Dressing in tighter clothes to show off his body, even taking his shirt off while they were at the studio despite it being almost autumn, and those damn tight leathers or jeans he wore everywhere only made it harder for him to keep his hands off him, keep his hands off his chest, avoid touching that firm ass of his, and ignore the more that obvious bulge that was accentuated in those skin-tight trousers.

As those desires were finally unleashed, Brian could only feel his lust for the older man increase along with it. Keeping his hands only on his lower body, scratching his nails across his legs, flicking his hands against his leaking dick, and occasionally moving them behind him to grip his ass. Freddie pulled him closer, feeling his hand drag across his chest and down yet again to his boxers. However, he didn't try to stop Freddie's actions this time, instead letting him tear them off, sighing in relief as his painfully stiff erection sprang free from it's confinements.

Losing control for a split second, Brian rubbed their crotches together, moaning into the kiss at the long awaited pleasure that ran through his body. Managing to reach over to the nightstand, he opened the drawer, searching for the new bottle of lube he'd bought not too long ago, specifically for this night as to not run out during the fun part. He pulled back, trying not to get caught up in pleasing himself too much, wanting to prolong the session for as long as possible. Freddie apparently had other ideas. He let out a throaty growl, pushed down against his lower body, furiously grinding his hips and cock against his own, wrapping his legs around him to hold him in that position till he was satisfied. Brian couldn't hold back his moans as Freddie continued to pleasure himself, and him as well. After letting out a long, low moan, Freddie released his grip and fell back, attempting to catch his stolen breath.

"Look at that." Brian teased with that devilish smirk upon his face after healing part of his breath circulation, "Is Mr. Mercury losing his oh so strong self-control?" Freddie tried to look him straight in the eyes, trying to prove him wrong by showing a shred of defiance. Yet he quickly averted his eyes to avoid that erotic, dominant, primal glare he held. He was amazed at the power Brian had over him for the time being, giving an almost invisible nod in response, not wanting to sugarcoat the lust that burned through his body. Brian's own body didn't help him try to maintain his control either. That lanky body that towered over him, the shadows that were cast over his hazel eyes, slightly sweaty chest and curls, and his hard cock that just barely avoided touching his body.

"I can't hear you." He mocked in that dark voice, "Speak to me in that beautiful voice of yours. Lemme hear you." He opened his mouth to reply, but his thoughts were too jumbled and clouded for him to form a coherent sentence that wouldn't reveal that he was indeed losing his control. His lips trembled, trying to reply to Brian's demand, but after half a minute of sputtering out the beginning of words, Brian chuckled, turning his head to face him, forcing him to look into that powerful gaze of his.

"That's what I thought. Mmm, you're such a turn on and you know that." Brian whispered that last part absentmindedly as he leaned back, shaking his hair out of his face. He flashed the bottle of lube at Freddie, who's face lit up with excitement, already starting to part his legs to give Brian space to work. He poured a generous amount of lube onto his fingertips, hearing Freddie's shaky inhalations fill up the room around them as he knelt down, placing one of his hands on his lower back, slightly pushing him up to give him more space to prepare him.

"P-please..." Freddie begged in a high voice, clutching the sheets with an even tighter grip as he pressed one of his slickened fingers against his entrance, his breaths coming out in short gasps and he tried pushing himself down onto it, whining in frustration as he continued to pull back, just enough so that he was barely at his opening. "Fuck B...Brian! Please!" He cried. He felt Brian's hand move away from his lower back and over to his waist whilst he effortlessly pushed his finger up inside him.

"Ow, f-fuck," Freddie groaned as one of his fingers entered him, tugging at the torn up sheets and shutting his eyes tightly at the pleasurable, yet slightly painful, movement as he continued pushing deeper into him. Not long after, Brian pushed another digit up into him, twisting and scissoring against his muscles, eliciting soft, needy noises as he squirmed beneath his touch, still trying to draw him deeper into him. He yelped as he pushed his fingers in and out multiple times in a row, his surprised gasps turning into desperate moans of pleasure.

Brian drank in the sight of Freddie moaning and writhing beneath him. That look of pure satisfaction, the shaky breaths, and those utterly arousing sounds that poured from his parted lips made the tension in the room thicken. Brian stopped moving his fingers, just wanting to watch his movements. God if Freddie just knew what he was doing to him, every little thing was making his walls shake, threatening to come crashing down and allow him to revert back to his usual ways of a fast, erratic sex session like they had done so many times before.

"Oh...Brian don't s-stop..." He moaned, shaking him out of his stupor and resuming the task of stretching the older man. Freddie's enjoyment of his unusual patience with this one kept him going with that steady pace. He looked as though he was on cloud nine, admiring every change in his facial expression with every crook or twist he made inside of him. His eyes constantly falling down from behind his eyelids to look him again, trying to look him in the eye, but always moving them away whether it be from an instinct due to the movements he made with his fingers or purposely, just to avoid eye contact.

The older boy was lost in the foreplay, his whole body completely enveloped in those movements Brian made, not to mention the sexual frustration it caused him at the thought of what all this would lead too, and knowing Brian's hunger for when they got to the last parts of their sex sessions, and how long he'd been waiting to actually have some type of relief of his own, just made him even more eager for those parts that would follow. For now, he went along with the highly pleasurable twists and turns of his fingers inside of him.

"You want more, don't you?" Brian asked, not even waiting for a response before pressing a third finger at his entrance, letting it slip in effortlessly with the others as he continued with the now erratic movements. He fell silent, the overwhelming sensation leaving him breathless as Brian pushed them deeper into him, tensing up at how close he was to his sweet spot, feeling the first words of a string of begs and cries about to fall off his lips.

After noticing the new tension in his lover's face, Brian figured he was right next to his sweet spot. Wanting to drive him mad once more, he made a quick, sudden movement forward, seeing Freddie's eyes widen, his breath stocking in his throat that was followed by a low moan of satisfaction.

"After five years you're still the same." Brian purred, "You absolutely love having my fingers inside of you babe." he bit the tip of his tongue as he watched Freddie writhe beneath him, hopelessly trying fuck himself on his fingers and it was those helpless movements that made him unable to take it anymore. The unbearably hot sight beneath him that continued to claw away at his self-control finally shattered it to pieces. He growled in frustration, removing his fingers from Freddie as fast as possible without hurting him. He heard Freddie gasp at the sudden emptiness, but barely payed attention to it, knowing full well that feeling wouldn't last long.

"God I'm gonna fuck you so hard, so damn good, you're not gonna be able to walk for a week." He muttered through gritted teeth, Freddie letting out a soft moan in the process, almost relieved to see Brian's old attitude returning as he reached for the bottle of lube that laid next to him. Seeing the pure tension in his face only made him more excited for what he had in store. His clenched teeth, the pearls of sweat that dripped down onto his chest, and lastly his leaking, red cock that Freddie couldn't help but keep his focus on.

"H-hurry up and fuck me." Freddie begged, relentlessly clawing at the sheets in hopes to let out his sexual frustration. Brian poured another generous amount of lube onto his fingers, letting out a soft moan as he spread it along his painfully stiff cock, fighting the urge to pleasure himself. Just the thought of being inside Freddie, listening to him cry out his name as he'd writhe underneath him, begging for more and the actual sight of him splayed out across the bed, his face flushed a dark crimson, the shadows of desire that covered his brown gaze, his quiet mutterings of need, and his stiff cock made him refrain from the tantalizing thought.

Brian threw the bottle to the floor, towering over his lover again. He grasped the back of his head, pulling him up into one last heated kiss before the final part of their night. He tugged at Freddie's hair, flicked his tongue against his, glad to feel that he was responding with a similar eagerness. He devoured the few lingering strands of alcohol that tainted his breath and those utterly arousing moans that poured from his boyfriend. Pulling back, he lined himself up at Freddie's entrance, just barely able to avoid any contact with his lover.

"L-let me h-hear you."He choked out, his breath coming out in short gasps as he held that stance till Freddie responded. Freddie looked up at Brian, slightly taken aback at the beast-like expression upon his face. His eyes almost black from the arousal, his parted lips to reveal his clenched teeth, curls falling across his shoulders and face. Freddie almost winced at Brian's tight grip on his waist, his nails digging viciously into his skin. The strange thing was, he loved it. The slow pace that was building up to this, the torturous teasing, being so damnclose to finishing after the oral sex session, and now that Brian was so close to being inside him, and that look on his face made the final part of his walls come crashing down, entangling his hands in his hair and pulling him close so that he was mere inches away from his face.

"Fuck. Me. Now." He begged breathlessly, using a newly found demanding tone as he looked directly into his eyes. He released his grip on his hair, his arms falling down onto the mattress and averting his eyes from Brian's glare, that dominant streak dissolving away as quickly as he'd found it. He held his breath as Brian pressed the tip of his cock at his entrance, hearing a slight chuckle come from above him as he dug his nails deeper into his waist. "Good God Brian...Now!" He pleaded, another beg freezing in his throat as he pressed into him in one clean stroke.

Brian groaned loudly while Freddie hissed at the mixture of pain and pleasure that ran down his spine. Though completely expected from experiencing it many times before, he still needed a moment to regain his composure. He dragged his nails across the sheets, aggressively tearing at the fabric, his body twisting around beneath Brian's, his head tilting back into the pillows as he cried out, ignoring the slight pain it caused him and focusing on the overwhelming pleasure it brought him instead.

"Freddie...You alright?" Brian asked after recovering from the sensation himself. He still hadn't forgotten the point of the evening. Make sure Freddie was satisfied, no matter how long it took. That included making sure he was comfortable, and certainly involved making sure he didn't hurt him in anyway. Though he knew he didn't mind their usual ways of making love, he wanted to change it up a bit, knowing that the unexpected tempo of the night would surely leave him speechless after it had all finished. He stalled his movements, waiting for Freddie to get used to the feeling of him being inside him again.

"N-never better." He responded, his chest still heaving up and down as he looked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. Brian didn't even need a second confirmation before moving on, just the lust that darkened his boyfriend's face and the ill-hidden desire that coated his seemingly innocent words told him enough. Being back in his natural dominant position above Freddie, letting him see what his actions were causing his lover, that mixed with the feeling of being inside of him after waiting so long to get to this point. He was hot and silky-soft and so damntight, Brian could hardly believe he'd been able to remain still this long without ruthlessly thrusting him to him so soon.

The sincere feeling that had surfaced for those few brief seconds slowly fell away as Brian resumed his earlier attitude, finally delivering the first thrust of the evening, Freddie's eyes widening at the feeling and released a low groan at the feeling that felt so familiar to him, so damn good that he couldn't even begin to imagine how or why he thought Brian was losing interest in him. Being able to control himself the whole time for him, making everything feel safe and secure just for the sake of pleasing him to the best of his ability.

"Oh my God Brian!" He cried, throwing his arms around his lover's back, clinging desperately to the younger boy, pulling him closer to him to ensure that he wouldn't go anywhere, subconsciously knowing Brian had no intentions of stopping now that he was reverting back to his normal ways and receiving his own pleasure as well. As he delivered another set of perfect thrusts, managing to go deeper with each one, his low grunts and moans that fell from his mouth and bumped against his neck.

Brian moved his hands up Freddie's waist, wrapping his hands around him, earning yet another moan from their frontman as he kneaded his ass, still continuing to thrust into him. He couldn't believe how much better it felt to be inside him after persevering through the endless minutes of foreplay and, on top of it, those few days he had given it up, only to heighten the experience for the two of them.

Another string of curses fell from Brian as he continued to thrust into him, biting down on the crook between his neck and shoulder and sucking hard at the skin. Freddie moaned, gasped, and cursed at every time Brian made a movement that was just right, which happened more frequently now that he was really starting to pound into him. Every thrust, moan, or cry made each movement slicker, easier, until he was slipping in and out of him effortlessly, reducing Freddie to a sweaty pile of cries and mewls. And Brian still had one thing to make him go insane, he was simply refraining from using it for the time being, wanting to keep Freddie on edge for as long as possible.

God he fucking loved it when Freddie was like this, taking everything he gave him, yet still greedily begging for more. Even if he didn't say anything, he just knew. Able to love those bites along his neck and collarbone and the scratches on his legs and waist, though Freddie himself didn't refrain from scratching at his back. He growled against Freddie's neck, cursing under his breath as he tightened around him, a hot bolt of pleasure running down his spine. Brian angled his body, slamming up into him and into his sweet spot. The last lines of tension left his boyfriend's face, shutting his eyes tightly and letting out a piercing cry.

"R-right there. G-God do that again!" he howled, clawing viciously at Brian's back and wrapping his legs around his waist in an attempt to draw him deeper. He muttered more insistent begs to continue, not wanting anymore of that damned teasing to go on any longer. He drank in those grunts and growls Brian emitted against his neck as he continued to nip at his skin. Those cries slowly turned into long, low moans of pure satisfaction as he continued to hit his prostate with unyielding accuracy.

"Fuck, I've been w-waiting days to fuck you babe." Brian murmured against his ear, delivering another powerful thrust, making the older boy scream in ecstasy and push his hips up against him, his cock prodding at his lower body before he fell back down onto the mattress. "You've been such a little tease." He sucked at his collarbone again, leaving another love bite along his body. "Those dangerously tight pants," He brought his hand up to Freddie's sweaty chest and dragged his nails across it, "And that devilish ch-choice t-to wear them to d-dinner tonight." He moved his hand back behind his head, pulling him up into a heavy kiss, lightly tugging at his hair and taking away his lover's breath once more as he bit down on his slightly swollen lower lip. "Could h-hardly contain myself th-there."

"B-Brian..." He sighed, catching Brian's attention at his hopeless attempt to talk to him. He looked down and saw a different emotion upon his face. True, he still held that arousal and lust within his eyes. But, there was something else. Brian had never seen him like this, this vulnerable. Ever since he'd gotten together with Freddie he had opened up from that quiet, mysterious boy to one of the most romantic and amiable people he'd ever met. True, he still had his bouts of silence, which he'd usually let out within another song after spending hours alone, still having that disdain towards revealing the meaning behind any of them. But once he softened up again, he'd melt into his arms. But this time it was a different type of vulnerability. His sheer desperation hanging by a thread of self-control that Brian could cut in a mere second, sending him into delirium. He looked so sensitive, as though too much of anything would break him.

"D-don't t-t-tell me you're gonna s-stop now." Freddie said, his voice barely above a whisper. Brian looked down into his eyes, seeing that wanting and lust stir around in those brown eyes. He hadn't realized he'd slowed his movements to reflect upon this new attitude he exhibited.

"Certainly not." He replied, trying his best to cover his voice in a dominant tone, "Why rush though?" He asked, seeing that excited glint reappear in his eyes as he forced himself against his sweet spot again with another quick thrust, Freddie hissing at the pleasure. Quickly resuming his earlier speed after seeing Freddie's ecstatic expression mask over the powerless one from earlier, repeatedly hitting his prostate, leaving him breathless beneath him within a few seconds, still helplessly trying to regain his breath, each attempt cut short by another moan Brian pulled out of him with every movement he made.

Brian himself was lost in the heavenly feeling that came from the mixture of the way he tightened around him, his wetness, and the heat that emitted from his body, beads of sweat dripping down onto Freddie's sweaty chest and the stained sheets beneath him. He dived in placing another bite on the opposite side of his neck, eliciting another groan from the older boy.

"B-Brian...I-I can't..." He began, his whole body twitching as he fought back his climax, his breath coming out in short gasps, focusing on nothing but those excruciatingly small movements Brian made within him and trying not to finish. "L...Last much long...er." Shutting his eyes once again as Brian changed his position, hitting his prostate just so, yanking another strained groan from his tense body.

The guitarist had already known that both he and Freddie wouldn't be able to last as long as he'd hoped, simply because they never really tried to make their sessions last for hours all to often. That, and the fact that he had been fighting any urge to do anything for those few days and Freddie must have been so damn frustrated that it was impossible to last that long. The younger boy decided that he didn't need to last that much longer, but he certainly wasn't going to make it easy for him. Without a second thought, he slipped his hand down between Freddie's legs and wrapped his hand around his pulsing length, delivering long, strong strokes while continuing to thrust into him.

"Agh! Brian let me cum!" He begged, sounding like he was on the verge of tears from the frustration. Brian chuckled and continued his task, ignoring Freddie's pleads for release, absolutely loving it now that he was back under his control. He timed his thrusts with his strokes, really making his lover fight to keep going. He felt his own climax build up rapidly within him, making it difficult for him to keep from finishing before he had once last chance to tease their frontman before wrapping up this session and letting the two of them fall into sweet release.

"Don't worry babe." He began, moving his hand up to the tip of his tormented member, drawing small circles around it as Freddie's clawing at his back slowed to a halt, viciously digging his nails into him to help keep his climax at bay. He aimed for another powerful thrust against his sweet spot, hoping to extract one more moan from him, yet the older boy was unable to make any noises but sharp pants. "You've been such a good little tease, so damn sexy, and most importantly, so patient. Go ahead, cum...for...me." He husked so agonizingly slow.

After finally allowing his lover to finish, Freddie moaned out his name in relief. It took a mere few seconds, a few more strokes and thrusts before Freddie let out of the most undignified wails he'd ever heard, beating out even Roger's screams on In the Lap of the Gods as he finally emptied himself out into Brian's hand. His whole body shook violently as his orgasm seemed to reach every inch of his body.

Brian watched as his lover came beneath him, his back arched to press his soaked chest against his own, one of his eyes drawn closed while the other was partly open, revealing only a thin slit of white as his irises hid behind his eyelids, and his jaw hanging slack as the last part of his scream softened to a low moan was the last thing to finally allow him to be pushed over the edge. While still reflexively thrusting into him, the remaining bits of his control fell away as he finally fell into his own climax, wrapping his arms around Freddie's smaller body and biting down on the crook between his neck and shoulders, trying his best to muffle his own moans, his eyes wide open in shock at the sudden surge of pleasure that crashed over his body.

As the final rush of pleasure started to subside, his eyes fluttered halfway shut, letting out one long moan against Freddie's still shivering body. Once Brian felt he could lift himself up again, he felt something fall onto the side of his face. He pushed himself up, trying to prop himself up on his weak hands to look at his exhausted lover. Opening his weary eyes he saw a weak expression upon Freddie's face, all the traces of lust and arousal had completely vanished from his eyes and were instead replaced with complete shock as tears fell across his face and onto the bed beneath them. His lip trembled, but he remained silent, not daring to open his mouth to speak.

"F-Freddie?" Brian asked, a sudden seriousness and concern taking over the situation. "Oh God, I hurt you, didn't I?" He slowly pulled out of him and leaned back onto his legs, looking across his body for any possibly serious marks, but just seeing the red scratch marks across his chest and the indents of his nails across his waist and a few love bites along his shoulder and the one on the right side of his neck. Freddie opened his mouth to say something, but Brian just noticed the gentle shaking of his head, indicating that he hadn't hurt him. He leaned back in, wrapping himself around Freddie's frame as he buried his face into his chest, sobbing gently against him as Brian did his best to soothe him, still shaking from earlier, but now stronger now that he had stopped fighting back the tears.

Out of all their years together, every time they made love, he'd never driven Freddie to crying, yes there were few rare times where he'd shed a tear or two, usually out of frustration, but he'd never broken down afterwards. He knew about Freddie's fragile nature and his overall sensitivity to romance, but he just couldn't think that this would drive the older boy to tears. Surely he couldn't have been too rough this time, he'd already told him it wasn't, and he couldn't have been saying that just so he wouldn't blame himself. But he couldn't know how rough he actually was when they did it, for he just never seemed to be able to do it without being so barbaric. At least that's how he saw it, since no one he had been with in the past ever did it to him if he was ever underneath them and Freddie certainly wasn't like that. Yet even those few times where he was beneath him, he couldn't refrain from scratching at his back or biting at his upper body, and every time after they finished, Freddie would reassure him that he was alright afterwards, even saying that he loved it sometimes.

But seeing him actually cry afterwards made him doubt every single time beforehand. What if he actually had hurt him? Yet he just hadn't been brought to tears and was just putting up with those actions of his just to make the experience better for him. A wave of guilt crashed over him as he pulled Freddie closer, hearing his sobbing slow to a quiet, erratic one and his shaking slow to a halt as he looked back up at him, his eyes slightly red and puffy from crying. Brian brought his hand over to wipe the few streams that fell from his eyes.

"I'm sorry." He whispered gently, "You don't have to lie for me. I must've hurt you this time..." His voice started cracking at the end of his sentence. "God, you know I never m-mean to right?"

"Look at...me." Freddie started, his voice still hoarse from crying. Brian looked down at him, Freddie taking notice of the tears that brimmed his eyes. "You didn't hurt me. You never have. I-I was just, still am actually, overwhelmed."

"I just can't take seeing you...cry." He whispered that last word as though it was forbidden, like him crying would ruin his life, especially if he caused it. Yes, he was aware of Brian's protective nature over him and his shame after he let go while they made love together, yet he always seemed reluctant to accept his acceptance of his rougher nature in bed. He seemed worrisome whenever he expressed any type of sad attitude. Which made sense, no one should want to see their lover cry. But, Freddie constantly had this cloud hanging over his thoughts that Brian figured it was something he did.

"Oh Bri, it's alright. Honestly." He paused to see if Brian would argue with him again, but when he remained quiet, continuing to stare at the nightstand. "Listen, I would tell you if you ever hurt me. You know that." He giggled, feeling Brian's body relax against his own after that, glad to hear his boyfriend happy again.

"You did spectacular." He reassured, earning a scoff from Brian at his choice of words. Removing Brian's grip from his body, turning away to face the same direction as his partner and immediately feeling his body around him after he settled into his new position. His earlier exhaustion quickly returning and mixing with the new one from the sex session they'd endured. After closing his eyes, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep for the time being, Brian buried his face against his, his slowed breathing telling him he wouldn't be up for much longer either.

"Happy birthday Fred." He said quietly

Glancing over at the clock, it was indeed past midnight, closer to one in the morning in fact. He was about to make some remark to Brian about his choice, but chose to say something in the morning, seeing as he was already fast asleep. You little bitch. Making me wait till my birthday. He gave a small smirk at resumed his drifting off, quickly falling into his own peaceful sleep.

...

The sun had already risen, casting a few bright beams into their dimly lit flat, Freddie choosing to keep the artificial lights off for the time being, finding the natural sunlight enough to walk around for the morning. Despite the beautiful morning he woke up to, he was quite disheartened when he found their bandmates' bedroom empty and the rest of the flat completely desolate and silent.

He shook away the depressing thought, replacing it with the more positive one that Brian had helped put into his head. They'll be here soon enough. It's not like they're gonna abandon you. He let out a loud sigh as he sat down on the couch, flipping on the TV, not even paying attention as Brian snuck up behind him.

"Morning." He said, wrapping his arms around him, making him jump at the unexpected presence.

"Glad to see you've finally gotten up." He replied, not being able to hide the gloomy tone that covered his otherwise happy words.

"Oh what's wrong love?" He asked, joining him on the couch, Freddie taking note of the excitement on his face and smiling weakly at him.

"Well, I was hoping the other two would be home by-"

"T-They're not?" He stuttered, the happy expression vanishing and quickly being replaced with a worrisome, almost scared, one. Freddie heard him whisper something under his breath as he looked back at the door, as though he was hoping for them to walk through right then and there.

"W-well, let's just watch some TV. Surely they'll be home soon enough." He said, trying to place a positive spin on the situation. Brian chewed the inside of his cheek, constantly waiting for the other two to hurry up and get back to their flat. He was already blaming himself for actually thinking they would be back here early enough, praying that nothing bad had happened to them. Then again, he assumed the other two had been out much later than they had and would at least make it home before noon. Though the main reason was for everyone to be there in the morning, he knew at the back of his mind that everything would be fine.

While they sat in their apartment together, they'd gotten around to brewing a bit of tea for them to share, a bit leftover if the two boys wanted any once they got home, a simple breakfast that they each made for themselves, and actually trying to get ready for the day, Freddie already starting to perk up from his mopey attitude from earlier.

"Well I'm not going to sit around on my ass all day and I'm not going out looking like this!"

Brian turned around from the mirror to respond to him but was interrupted from the front door being opened and the whispers of hushed voices, indicating that the other couple had finally returned home. Freddie had already headed for the living room, Brian quickly following him, still debating whether to ask them calmly about where they'd been, or take Roger in the other room and knock him over the head for not being back in time.

As he reached the end of the hallway, those earlier thoughts completely left his mind, instead focusing on not laughing at the disheveled states of their fellow bandmates. Roger's hair stuck out at odd angles, his clothes were wrinkled and his fly was still down, and the outline of either a bruise or a love bite sat underneath the collar of his Roger's shirt along his neck. John's clothes were also a complete mess, his shirt missing a majority of its buttons and his jacket looking like it had been trampled on by someone's shoes.

"Well," Roger began, flashing a cheeky smile, "We're home."