Roger's P.O.V.

I had to say that to Freddie. I was worried. So was John. Even Brian. We hardly saw him. He was always staying late at the studio and always sneaking off to The Mill. I don't know if he had any real intentions while he was there or he just wanted to surround himself with people to feel less lonely. Because he wasn't bringing anyone home, he wasn't having any one night stands. The poor thing was celibate.

That night had deeply affected him. It had broken his heart and it was unlikely it would ever fully heal. He had been betrayed by two people and they blamed it on him when it was far from his fault. He'd coped well I guess. But then his way of coping was creating a little bubble world for himself and not letting himself out of it or letting anybody else in.

I missed his smile and his laugh.

I was shocked when he told me about Rory but honestly I was excited for him. Rory was one of our best friends back then and Fred and him truly were inseparable. The Terrible Two was what everyone called them. But it was the happiest that Freddie had ever been. I mean, alright, they were never actually a couple, they just hooked up and had sex a lot but you could tell they both meant a lot to each other. And we all knew Rory well, he was brilliant.
One of the most genuine and hilarious guys you could ever meet, and he actually knew how to handle Fred.

Maybe it was just a drunken mistake that Rory tried it on with him tonight. But then again, if he did the same 4 years ago Freddie would not have objected and would have gone for it there and then. I was surprised how much Freddie had actually matured...it all happened suddenly. When he announced he wasn't having any more one night stands, admittedly I didn't believe he could do it at all but until now I don't actually think he has. Apart from Charlie.

I was thinking so much about Freddie lately that I just wanted to make him better. I wanted to do anything I could.

It was getting to the point where spending time with him made me feel special. I cherished each conversation we had. Deep down, in the pit of my stomach there was a guilty ache. John was all I'd ever wanted and I was still the happiest man on earth that I got to call him my boyfriend and kiss him whenever I wanted to. But there was just something about Freddie.

After our little conversation I said goodnight to Fred and retired to my bedroom. I was pleasantly surprised to see Deaky sprawled out on my bed. I thought he had fallen asleep in his own bedroom hours ago.

"Hey..." I said shocked, grinning as I closed my door behind me.

He lifted his head sleepily, "Hey." He said, groggily.

"What are you doing in here?" I asked softly.

"Waiting for you...it's meant to thunder tonight. I actually really love thunder but I'm going to pretend that I don't so that...I can maybe sleep in here? With you?" He fluttered his eyelashes at me, speaking with an adorable voice.

My heart melted, I leaned down to kiss his forehead.

"Of course you can, baby." I smiled, getting a little nervous. Although we'd actually been in a relationship for a few months now, we'd not yet shared a bed. Or done anything sexual.

His eyes lit up and he slipped under my duvet. He had pyjama bottoms on but nothing on his top. I guess I would do the same.

I took off my T-shirt that I had been wearing throughout the day and threw it in the corner where the rest of my dirty clothes were. I could feel his eyes on me as I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, letting them fall to the ground and pool around my ankles. I was little bashful. I don't know why, we'd seen each other in just our underwear before. I grabbed my pyjama bottoms and was about to put them on.

"Nuh uh." I heard. Deaky was shaking his head looking mischievous as ever. "I like you like that." He flirted, biting his lip.

I giggled and crawled onto the bed and over the top of him.

"Well that's not fair. You still have yours on." I kissed his lips and could feel myself getting excited. I willed an erection to stay away, it would be too obvious just in these boxers.

"I can take them off." He shrugged.

"Please do." I slightly begged without intention. I hurriedly got under the covers to hide my growing dick that wasn't obeying my orders.

He shuffled around a little and soon he threw his pyjama bottoms onto the floor. He turned onto his side, he could probably see my red hot cheeks, "Don't worry. I have boxers on." He grinned, naughtily.

"That's the least of my worries." I smirked, also turning onto my side to face him. "In fact I wish you were in nothing at all." I mumbled shyly but seductively.

His cheeks flushed and he bit his lip, grinning, "Ditto."

I had to breathe in quickly as it appeared I had stopped. My cock was throbbing as I stared into those bedroom eyes of his. Was he trying to turn me on, because it was bloody working.

You could cut the sexual tension with a knife. He lunged forward and his lips collided with mine. The forcefulness made me grunt a little but I giggled at the same time. The kiss was needy and hot. His tongue pushed against my teeth and begged for entrance. I eagerly let him in and our tongues swirled around each other's. He had a divine taste about him.

He'd found his way on top of me, the duvet draping over his back as he nibbled on my bottom lip and my fingers got tangled in his hair. He broke away momentarily and we were both breathing incredibly heavily.

"You drive me fucking insane." I gasped slightly bewildered.

A devilish smirk took over his face, he obviously knew I was struggling right now. And he obviously wanted to take advantage.

He lowered his arse and sat directly on top of my hard dick.

I yelped slightly and I broke out into a huge grin.

He leaned down again and started to kiss me, I was getting into it again, until he started to grind on me.

My hands had moved from his hair and were gripping his wrists, unintentionally I groaned long and loud into the kiss before turning my head and breaking away, "Mmm...Deaky..." I moaned, half in pleasure and half in frustration, he was teasing me. And he fucking knew it.

"What's the matter, Blondie?" He taunted.

I hid my face with my hands as he continued to rock himself on my cock. I was nervous, this was already the furthest we'd ever gone but I wanted it to go further. I was surprised by his confidence, for some reason I thought he'd be a lot more scared but...he was obviously very horny.

He stopped grinding and whispered in my ear, "Why don't we take these off?" He giggled, taking the elastic waistband of my boxers and twanging it hard against my skin, making me jump.

Normally I would be apprehensive of getting naked with somebody...of course I was a little nervous with John but there was a larger part of me that just wanted them gone.

I nodded my head and his eyes sparkled.

He gripped the waistband of my boxers and began to pull, I lifted my waist and he slipped them over my arse and down my legs and soon, threw them to the floor.

My heart was hammering now.