Brian's P.O.V.

I swallowed hard, "S-Something that you've probably already done..."

He rolled his eyes, "No. Come on. There has to be something that you've fantasised about doing!" He begged, his fingertips had gripped the material of my shirt near my shoulder.

Yes, Freddie. You.

I couldn't tell him that. Not yet. Not in his sex deprived state. I wasn't a mind reader and I couldn't predict the future, but I just knew what would happen if I told him. All plans of doing things properly would go hurtling out of the window, the atmosphere would turn unbearable, not in a bad way...in a way where we wouldn't be able to just sit there knowing full well we want to fuck each other. I couldn't tell him that he was what I fantasised about, I'd tried so hard to stop thinking about it, to chill me out, Freddie is supposed to be the horny one, not me! There were just moments lately where I couldn't stop staring at him, imagining falling into bed with him...most of the time I had to walk out of the room to cool myself down, maybe it was because I hadn't had a sexual experience for a while either...god knows how he's feeling.

I knew if I told him, it would happen. Right here. On the settee, probably. And then Freddie's wishes of a steady paced relationship would be gone.

"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours." He taunted, his fingertips now impatiently drumming on my shoulder, his voice excited, most likely an influence from the alcohol mixed with the giddiness of this conversation.

"Haven't you already done yours several times already?" I teased.

He pulled a face as if I'd offended him, "You think I'm worse than I really am."

"No I don't..." I giggled.

"Okay...no you're right, I am pretty bad. Well, I was. But come on! Tell me!" He bounced on the sofa.

I had to make something up in my head, I shrugged, "Sh-shower...?"

His face fell and he stared at me emotionless, "Really. Is that it?" He sounded unimpressed. "I'm not settling for that! Use your imagination!"

"Tell me yours first." I needed inspiration.

His cheeks suddenly flushed very red and he hid his face on my arm, "No..." he giggled bashfully, his voice muffled.

I moved my body so that he was exposed again and leaned forward so that I was staring at him with my face quite close to his.

"You said." I grinned.

"I said I'd tell you after you told me yours." He sounded childish.

"I don't really have one, maybe to just be fucked would be nice..." I chuckled, earning a giggle from him.

"I suppose that counts..." He sighed.

"Now you..." I peeled his hand away from his eyes, his head still leaning on the back of the sofa, mine was too now as I waited for his answer, he looked at me with puppy dog eyes.

"You're going to think I'm a soppy shit..."

I shrugged, "So?"

"Ugh okay...umm...t-to make love...rather than just, y'know...have sex." He groaned in embarrassment and curled into a ball on the settee.

I chuckled at him and put a hand on his back, "Well I think that's rather cute." I admitted.

Eventually he uncurled, reaching for his bottle of beer, "I just have this vivid scenario in my head of how I want it to happen..."

"How?" I asked.

He shot me a death glare, "Kissing...smiling...slow and..." he cleared his throat and glanced at me quickly before getting up from the sofa, "...deep..." he pretended to cough that last one but I heard what he said loud and clear, it sending a powerful shiver down my spine and the strong willingness to stay focused on something else otherwise a hard on would probably be in the books.

Wonderful. Yet another scene I just couldn't help fantasising about with him. It sounded blissful.

I turned around to see what he was doing, leaned over the kitchen surface he was demolishing the rest of the chocolate torte that we hadn't managed to finish earlier.

"Your voice, Freddie." I reminded him with an amused smile.

"Oh fuck it. It was probably already ruined." He smiled cheekily whilst bringing over the dessert to the sofa and plonked back beside me, "Want some?"

I nodded, opening my mouth as he held out a loaded fork for me, he went to post it into my mouth but then splodged some onto my nose instead, he retracted the fork quickly.

"Hey!" I giggled, wiping the chocolate off my nose.

"It's not very nice to be teased, is it?" He giggled, eating what was on the fork.

I watched him as he loaded the fork back up, I tried to snatch it away from him but he moved it too quickly for me to grab it.

"Patience, darling..." he teased, hovering the fork in front of my face.

I sighed dramatically as he was smirking at me with the most devilish glint in his eye.

I went to grab it but caught his wrist rather than the fork, but I kept my grip firm and he looked at me in shocked amusement.

He tried to fight me off, giggling as I managed to grab his other wrist in my other hand, luckily, the desert was on the coffee table.

"Brian! Stop..." he laughed, thrashing his arms, trying to break free.

"Stop what?" I replied playfully, "Teasing?"

He fell back, not exactly pulling me with him but I chose to follow his movements anyway, his head on the arm rest of the settee and me, somehow, not quite over the top of him, pinning his wrists above his head.

Our smiles had faded to bashful ones, this was a very vulnerable position.

He stared up into my eyes, I'd always adored his deep brown eyes, his breath was heavy.

My heart thumping through my rib cage, as I looked down at him, I glanced at his lips that were slightly parted. I slowly leaned down, just a little...before glancing back up at him, "Can I...?" I whispered, I didn't want to take him by surprise again.

He nodded his head silently.

I leaned down the rest of the way before our lips finally and gently met, I felt him tense up a little. His eyes had closed and his eyebrows were furrowed, but soon I closed my eyes aswell. I moved my lips ever so slightly, hoping he would mirror my movements...which he did. I didn't carry on the kiss for too long, 5 seconds at the max, I didn't want to rush him into it and make him an expert so soon, I was rather enjoying the fact he was clueless when it came to kissing, it was probably the only moment I'll get where he doesn't know how to do something.

I leaned back slightly, my face still centimetres away from his, his eyes were still closed but a cheeky smile was present on his lips, eventually those eyes of his opened and looked straight up at me, there was a sparkle in them that had been absent since...well, since Charlie came on the scene. But he was gone now, for good...hopefully.

"I'm still shit." He giggled quietly.

"Not for long." I winked at him and set his hands free, he was still gripping the fork in one hand and he sat up as I reeled away, he pointed the fork towards me and this time, he popped it straight into my mouth, a nervous little blush on his cheeks.

As much as I was enjoying our date and never ever wanted it to end, I was happy the scenario playing had stopped and was still in disbelief that I had finally been able to kiss him again, which, even though he was a beginner, was still blissful...we had to come back down to reality, we had work in the morning and it was now almost 2am...

I put a hand on his thigh and squeezed it a little, "I don't mean to be Mr Spoilsport...but it's rather late. Maybe it's bedtime?" I suggested lightly.

"Oh?" He smirked, naughtily.

"Separate beds, Fred." I scolded him with a tap on his nose.

"Why of course, dear. I don't do that kind of stuff on only the second date." He looked me up and down smugly.

I helped him up off the settee after we had decided to tidy everything up in the morning.

I followed him up the stairs, having a sneaky little glance at his arse in front of me.

He went into his bathroom that he shared with Deaks and I went into the one that I shared with Roger, I did really wish that I shared with Freddie. I don't know why we hadn't changed these arrangements, especially as Rog and Deaks are actually together now, surely it would make sense? But other than that, I don't think it bothered them, they shared each other's bedrooms and that must be a more worthwhile living arrangement than sharing a bloody bathroom. That, and Roger was just an untidy bugger, always leaving wet towels on the floor and his dirty washing almost making the washing basket but just being left in a pile beside it instead.

Reaching for my toothbrush, it also appeared that Roger had forgotten to pack his toothbrush with him to wherever they have gone off to, so much for phoning home to tell us where they are, they could be anywhere!

I bushed my teeth and caught my reflection in the mirror, I couldn't help but crack into a smile, I had everything that I had ever wanted right now...I didn't exactly properly have him...but I was in a position that I had always wanted to be in. It was only the second date, I had to keep reminding myself that, but I was slowly becoming more and more addicted to him that I wanted every night to be a date. I wanted things to move fast and I wanted to put a label on it, I wanted to touch and kiss him whenever I liked.

But I knew that's not what Freddie wanted and I had to respect that, he was fragile being when it came to relationships. That was probably my fault. I would wait until he wanted to put a label on it.

Exiting the bathroom I glanced down the hallway to see the bathroom which Freddie was in was still occupied, so I went into my bedroom to change out of my clothes and into some pyjamas.

Making my way back out again once I had done, I leaned against a wall near the bathroom he was in, waiting for him to exit.

Soon enough, the door opened and he broke into a grin once he saw me leaning against the wall, I held out my hand to him which he tentatively took and I pulled him in front of me.

"Thank you for tonight, Brian. It really has been wonderful." He smiled, shyly.

Who knew that this person who was so confident and arrogant on the stage could be whittled down into something so small, quiet and shy.

"Thank you. It's been great, we need to keep doing this." I squeezed his hand.

He nodded eagerly, "We bloody should!"

I smiled at him affectionately, "Goodnight, Fred." I almost whispered.

"Night, Bri..." he began to walk away when he rushed back to me and, on his tiptoes, gave me a quick goodnight kiss before blushing uncontrollably and going into his bedroom, leaving me stood there quite astonished.

That was the first kiss that Freddie had given me.

I drifted into my room feeling a little lightheaded, I was definitely going to be falling asleep with a smile on my face tonight.