Freddie's P.O.V.

When we pulled into the car park at the studio I glanced at Roger before exiting the vehicle. Although the engine was off and the handbrake on, his hands were still firmly wrapped around the steering wheel, so tight that his knuckles were white. He stared straight ahead out of the window as if he was still driving.

"Roger, darling..." I said in a soothing tone.

I saw his eyes flit in my direction and then back again, they were the only thing that moved. He was like a marble statue.

"Not a word about this has to be said." I tried to reassure him.

"I'm going to tell Brian." He said quietly but bluntly.

I was rather taken aback by this but would stick by him what ever he decided. "Dear, you do what you feel is right."

"And John? What do I do about him? Pretend everything's okay? When it isn't? Pretend I'm okay? When I'm not? Let him know how I feel and push him away further?"
He finally looked at me and let out a loud, wobbly exhale as if he was trying to keep down the sobs.

"Unless you want to deal with him yourself, you leave Deacon to me." I put a hand on his leg, searching for a little relief in his ocean eyes.

He swallowed, "Okay. Let's go in." He whispered.

We got out of the car and I pushed open the studio door, Roger followed.

"Where the fuck have you two been?! Three and a half hours late!"
Brian rushed out of the mixing booth towards us.

Instantly my hackles rose as a wave of agitation washed over me as soon as he opened his mouth.

This was getting dangerous, I fancied the fuck out of him but he got on my very last nerve. I was in a fighting mood as it was, I had a lot of testosterone seeing as though I didn't get fucked last night.

I rolled my eyes as I walked straight past him and to the coat hangers where I took off my jacket.

"Sorry Mother, I didn't realise I was still in fucking school." I spat viciously.

I felt his eyes burn through me as I walked past him again.
"What's wrong with you?" He asked, his tone had softened and I hated how that made me feel awful for snapping at him almost immediately.

"Sorry, Bri...I didn't sleep well." I lied.

He scanned the both of us, "Has something gone off?" He cocked his head to the side and folded his arms as he stared at Roger and me.

I was about to answer when Roger beat me to it.

"A lot actually, Bri." His voice was a mousey whisper. He swayed nervously on the spot looking down at the floor, "I've told Fred, I've told John, so I might aswell tell you now too."
We all waited as there was a short pause, Roger took a deep breath and opened his mouth, "I'm gay, Bri..."

I watched Brian as his eyes widened and he gasped, but not a moment later he erupted, "Oh Roger! Mate!" Brian rushed over to the drummer and hugged him so tightly, it reminded me of the time I came out to them. Brian had a huge smile on his face as Roger had now buried his face into Brian's chest.

I grinned, watching this lovely moment unfold in front of me and realising that Brian is a legend, for accepting both me and now Roger and quite frankly, not giving a shit about it, he still loved us. I got a warm, fuzzy feeling in my heart, I dashed over and and joined their hug, one of Roger's arms and one of Brian's arms welcoming me into their moment.

I actually felt quite emotional.

Eventually we pulled away, Roger rubbed his face as tears had escaped his eyes, happy tears this time, I hoped.

I swallowed hard to rid myself of the lump in my throat.

We all bustled over to the table where the three of us sat around it, a buzz of happy energy in the atmosphere.

"So is that why you're late?" Brian grinned.

Roger giggled and nodded.

The guitarist put a hand on the drummers shoulder, "Well, I guess I can forgive you then." He winked.

"Where's...where's John?" Roger finally asked, sheepishly.

"Oh shit! I forgot, he went home about on hour ago, said he wasn't feeling too well." Brian recalled.

Roger and I exchanged glances, Bri saw.

"What..." he asked suspiciously.

Roger massaged his temples, closing his eyes and clearing his throat.
"John...didn't really take my announcement too well. I told him last night and he just ran out of my house..."

"You're joking." Bri said sternly.

We both shook our heads.

"It's true Brian, I was there." I admitted.

"What's the difference between him knowing about you, Fred, and being absolutely fine with it and not liking it about you, Rog?" He asked innocently, unknowingly asking us the question we'd been trying to figure out for ourselves for the past 12 hours.

"We don't know...but we're going to bloody find out." I muttered.

"I'm really disappointed in him! Do you think he was lying about feeling unwell and just didn't want to face you two?" The curly haired guitarist asked.

"Probably..." Roger whispered in sadness.

"Oh bloodyhell. Well if you need any help with anything just let me know okay?"

Again, a warm buzz rippled through me at Brian's thoughtfulness. It was cute. He was cute. God I adored him.

"Maybe...you could try talk to him? He might find it easier to talk to you at the moment." Roger suggested.

"Of course! If he comes in tomorrow I'll have a chat with him and report back." He smiled warmly.

Again. Another wave of adoration for the curly haired, towering musical fiend.

I put a hand on top of his, squeezing it and grinning at him, "You're a star, Bri."

It wasn't until I felt his hand twitch under mine I pulled away, blushing at the feel of his hand and the forward approach of my move.

"W-well, I'm always here to help." He smiled at me.

There was a slow pause before I decided to change the subject.

"So, Brian. Did you get laid last night?" I smirked.

I watched Brian's eyes roll and heard the shocked "Freddie!" of Roger.

"Relax, Rog, it's a thing me and Brian have going on."

"Since yesterday!" Argued Bri.

"Since yesterday or since last year, it's still a thing we have going on. So, did you? Is that why you keep disappearing?" I pushed.

He sighed loudly leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at me as though I was amusingly ridiculous.
"No. I didn't." He chuckled.

"Hmm no...neither did I." I said mischievously.

"Oh yeah, forgot you're on a sex ban, how's that going for you?"

"Honestly Brian, I feel like a woman on her period. Moody, stressed, agitated...not to mention fucking horny."

Roger buried his face in his hands as he laughed at my remark, I heard Brian begin to chuckle again too.

"So that was the first night you've gone without getting fucked in...how long?" Roger asked.

"Oh...I don't know. 4 months?" I shrugged.

The boys gasped and collapsed in shocked hilarity.

"4 months?! Lucky sod!" Brian slapped the table.

"We don't even go out every night for you to get laid every night!" Roger said, shocked.

I looked at him as if he was stupid, "We don't go out every night, I do." I put on a purposeful smug face.

"How do you do it?!" Bri asked, still grinning.

I got up from my seat and strolled behind them. The talk of sex was dangerous when that was all I wanted, especially right now seeing as though I went without last night, I was turning into quite the frisky, flirty soul right now, I knew I had to calm down but I didn't want to, not when Brian was in touching distance.

I stood behind the curly mop and put my hungry hands on his shoulders, beginning to lightly massage them as I proceeded to answer his question.

"Why because I'm devilishly handsome, I'm a good fuck and I have a big dick."

The two collapsed into hysterics again, Roger with his head on the table, but Brian collapsed back onto me, his head on my torso, his head tipped back so I could look down and see his heavenly face looking up at me.

We made brief eye contact before I felt a kind of hot flush enter my system, I stepped to the side, tearing my hands away from him and leaning down in between them both.

"I also have contacts." I winked before I went over and grabbed a mic headset.