Brian's P.O.V.

Plans for the world tour were in full flow and in the next month we'd be jetting off to North America for the first shows and first leg of our tour. The last couple of months have been absolutely surreal, countless television interviews, a couple in which Freddie actually appeared in but didn't really say anything, endless radio interviews, dozens and dozens of newspaper and magazine articles written about us. The new album had gone down brilliantly. It was still in the charts and for us, the money was rapidly rolling in, something we certainly were not used to.

Rehearsals for the tour were well underway now that the setlist and the shows were actually settled and booked, we had managed to bag ourselves a huge new lighting rig and our costumes were being made. All that was left to do was rehearse and practice and practice and rehearse some more.

We had hired out a local place that was big enough to be able to have a temporary stage built and our equipment plugged in and ready to use so that we could practice.

The rapid rate in which things were happening with the band were not the only surreal things happening.

Freddie and me. I still couldn't quite believe that we were actually in a relationship, and so far, since the album party, had been together for a few months already. I was absolutely infatuated with him and he felt the same way about me, since we had gotten used to the fact we were actually a thing, things had certainly gotten a lot more relationshipy, we kissed, held hands, cuddled and genuinely enjoyed each others company all the time in front of anyone, a lot of people knew about us now and we loved it, we didn't have to hide anymore.

How I could ever think that we would never work out was so fucking stupid of me. We were perfect for each other and it showed, his eccentricity really brought out the best in me and my calmness chilled him out when he needed it, our minds were so connected. He was so so lovely and caring. A real, true romantic, he surprised me sometimes with how thoughtful he really could be. Little things like leaving me a little, soppy note on my bed or surprising me with dinner out. Although he was cautious at the start, he'd really grown into his shoes and was such a natural.

And although we were in a flourishing relationship and I was as happy as I could ever be...one thing was still missing. One thing I didn't think would be what with Freddie's past.

Intimacy.

Almost three whole months together and not one indication of anything sexual happening. I was surprised, I thought he wouldn't be able to help himself, he's been so long without sex I thought it would be the first thing on his mind.

But he hasn't so little as to even speak about the matter. I wanted to bring it up...ask him about it because to be honest, I had been craving him for a long time. Maybe he didn't want to rush into anything as he's always said, maybe he doesn't think I'm ready? Maybe he's just been so long without it, he doesn't really think about it anymore.

But it was Freddie. Not so long ago he was fucking anyone.

I really wanted to advance with him.

Although, one thing I had noticed since being together, at the start, I was more the dominant one, to make the decisions, ask him on dates, kiss him first...but now, after he's found his feet...he's slowly taking charge. I liked it.

We were on a little break from practicing and I had the singer sat on my lap, Roger and Deaky canoodling across from us too.

"Bloodyhell. Just look at us. We're like fucking Abba!" Freddie suddenly cackled seeing the two pairs of us, hinting at the fact that Abba was also made up of two pairs of people in relationships.

John let out a loud laugh, "Yeah but we're not married."

"Christ. I hope we don't turn out the same way as Abba...they all broke up with each other then the bloody band broke up too..." Roger cringed through a little laugh.

There was a small silence between us all but we quickly let that thought slide, "Bollocks, Rog. That'll never happen." Freddie smiled.

Fred hopped off my lap and tinkled on his piano for a few minutes, I gazed at him, his teeth overlapping his bottom lip which drove me absolutely crazy. His hair was messy today, he was ready for a haircut so he says but I still thought he looked adorable, his body clad in casual jeans and a striped T-shirt...a body I so desperately wanted to see without clothes covering it.

My stare was torn from him when I heard a little whistle and the clicking of fingers, followed by a whisper in a bid to get my attention, "Hey..."

Focusing my vision on the other two that were grinning at me I raised my eyebrows at them in a questioning manner.

"It's rude to stare, Bri." Deaky giggled.

I was about to answer him but with the two of them shuffling closer, it distracted me, I knew some serious questioning was about to commence.

They both leaned forward and I glanced over at Freddie again, but he was too indulged in his playing to notice a thing.

"What's he like?" Roger asked.

I raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?" I replied in a hushed voice.

"In general." Deaky added.

"Well you both know him as well as I do, you know what he's like..." I half smiled.

Roger groaned, "No. In a relationship way."

Surely they knew by now, having been there, front row seats at the concert of mine and Freddie's relationship. Surely they needn't ask.

I shrugged, "If you must know, pretty fucking perfect." I smiled smugly.

The both of them grinned widely and glanced at each other as if they knew that was going to be my answer.

"You seem very loved up." Deaky smiled.

"Is it love?" Roger squeaked.

My eyes grew wide as I stared at them, "I don't know!" I hissed, wanting to kept my voice down, "It's too soon." I panicked.

"Do you see yourself falling in love with him?" Roger pushed...slowly edging over the line.

I sighed, "Let me just check my magic crystal ball, Rog." I eyed him up sarcastically, "Possibly, possibly not. Time will tell."

"He's just being stubborn." Deaky giggled to Roger.

Edging even closer, Rogers eyes sparkling, "So, what's he like?" He giggled.

"You've just asked me that." I replied, getting slightly irritated.

"Not in this context." Deaky bit his lip, suppressing a laugh.

"What's he like in bed?" Roger grinned.

Once again, my eyes grew wide, "Guys?! Really?" I hissed, getting red faced, yet they still stared at me, waiting for a juicier answer than what I had, I sighed, "He's a very restless sleeper." I played with them, but it was the truth. Freddie was such a fidget in bed, we'd shared a bed multiple more times since that morning and that was something I had found out.

Roger put his face in his hands as Deaks continued to try and read my facial expression.

Eventually I gave in, "I don't know...nothing like that has happened yet."

"What?!" Roger suddenly, loudly blurted, making Fred jump and stop playing, looking over at us before thankfully resuming and drowning out our voices with his music.

"Ssshhh!" I waved my hands at Roger frantically, wanting him to shut up.

"Fucking serious?" He hissed.

I nodded, closing my eyes and sighing.

"I was expecting you to have done everything in the book what with him." Deaks admitted.

"Yeah, well. So was I but he doesn't seem bothered." I shrugged.

"Doesn't seem bothered? He's a machine, Bri! He's probably waiting for you to make a move so that he knows you're ready." Roger raised his eyebrows at me.

Possibly. Maybe. That could be one answer.

"I don't want to talk about it." I stood up, ready to walk away from them.

"Not with us...but if you want things to start happening between you, you should talk to him." Deaky suggested.

"And then tell us." Roger added cheekily.

Maybe they were right. Maybe I should stop waiting for Freddie to initiate a conversation and start one with him myself. Or maybe I should take Roger up on his advice and just make a move to see what he would do.

I just really didn't want to ruin how things were going between us for a little petty want that I had going on, if it meant keeping Freddie, I would go without for eternity.

I drifted over to Freddie even though I could feel the pairs of eyes of the other two still watching me, I think now I know why they sometimes got tired of me and Fred interfering with their relationship. It was annoying. But regardless, I hovered behind Freddie, watching his nimble fingers dance about the piano keys with such ease and professionalism...he really did know how to make that instrument sound so beautiful, even if he was modest and didn't believe he was actually a really brilliant piano player.

I put my hands on his shoulders and he leaned his body back into me, his playing fading out as his hands slipped away from the piano and fell by his sides, a sigh sounding from him, a sigh of content.

"Tired?" I asked, a small giggle.

He nodded silently.

In all honesty, the four of us should have packed away and gone home hours ago, we were on a little break because we were bloody exhausted, it was late, and no doubt we'd be here bright and early tomorrow.

"Shall we call it a day?" I asked loudly, aiming my question at all of them.

We all agreed in no time at all to pack up and go home, otherwise we might as well live here for the next month.

"Ugh I'm absolutely starving!" Roger sulked when we were piling out of the building, myself and John weighed down with our guitars on our backs, Freddie frantically locking the door, he was conscious of his precious piano being stolen...again.

I looked up into the night sky and smiled at the twinkling stars, a starry night never failed to lift my spirits, even if Rog was grumbling about what he wanted to eat.

"I want a pizza. Or chicken. Or a Chinese. Anything." He said dramatically.

"You'll be as big as a whale, Rog." Freddie teased, slipping his fingers between mine and holding my hand.

Me and Fred got to my car and the other two walked the short distance to Deaky's car.

"Shall we call and and get something to eat on the way home?" Fred suggested whilst I put my guitar in the boot.

I was actually pretty hungry myself, and anything to stop Roger complaining all night.

"Yeah, we could do." I turned towards the other two and yelled across to them, "Roger?! What do you want? We'll get it on our way home if you get the plates out while we're gone!"

He gasped loudly, "Fish and fucking chips!" He grinned.

"Deaky?!" I quizzed.

"I'll just have the same as him, Bri!" He chuckled.

I nodded at them both and I climbed into the car next to Fred.

"They want fish and chips." I chuckled.

"Boring..." he grimaced.

"What do you fancy?" I began to drive out of the car park.

He chuckled, "Apart from taste of you, Brian, I'm not fussed." He winked at me flirtatiously and I almost crashed the bloody car...

Little sod. Always dropping those one liners right when I was at my most vulnerable points.

It was a shame he never acted on what he said.

I could feel my face flushing, "Cheeky bugger, I'm sure that could be arranged." I shot him a side glance and saw him licking his lips bashfully.

As we were in the middle of town anyway, it wasn't hard to find a fish and chip shop, myself and Fred had decided to get something from somewhere else but we still had to get food for the hungry pair back at home.

I parked up and was about to go in to get the food when he started to ask me a question.

"So...when we're on tour..." he started.

"Yes...?" I asked him, suspiciously.

"Will we be sharing a room? For the whole thing?" His face was aglow and his smile was devilish.

((A/N - HI GUYS <3 okay so first things first I'm so damn sorry for the slow and really lame updates, I'm really struggling to find time to write lately as I'm working 20+ hours overtime every week at work at the moment (ugh) but in the next couple of weeks everything should be back to normal, so sorry, please be patient with me :') alsooooooooooo maybe now is the right time to tell you that this story might possibly be near the end? Maybe? Possibly? We'll see. ;) BUT I've also started planning a sequel book so in reality...it's far from over! Okay, just wanted to let you know what's going on, bye <3))