Freddie's P.O.V.

The toilets were crowded but were full of people checking their hair in the mirror and making sure they looked good. The end cubicle was unoccupied.

If a fuck was to take place in a cubicle, the end one was always your best bet, further away from the door in case anybody was a loud moaner.
AKA...me.

Besides, a crowd also drowned out the noise too, not that I cared anyway, if somebody was to hear, let them, they'll act as if they're disgusted but really, they're just jealous.

My heart was pumping as the adrenaline of getting my first fuck in months was moments away, I was already hard and raring to go.

I shoved the stranger into the cubicle, following him in to the tight space and locking the door.

I never bothered with a formal introduction, no name exchanging or fucking shaking hands, it was down to the dirty and out.

I grabbed the guys collar and shoved him in front of me, his body slamming against the cubicle door as I got behind. I liked to be in control and do the giving.

He grunted when he hit the door, "Somebody's eager..." he breathily laughed.

"You have no idea..." I breathed heavily, grabbing the jacket he was wearing and ragging it off his body.

His hand had sneaked backwards and his fingertips were on my inner thigh...his trace leaving a burning sensation on the flesh that was still covered. Even at that minor touch I had to swallow back a groan.

My own hands snaked around to the front of his body and expertly undid his belt...then his button...then his fly.

Then a knock.

I jumped, not expecting that at all.
I stammered, "U-umm...somebody in here!"

My hand was still partially inside the mans jeans, centimetres away from touching his erection, but I was frozen, silent.

I kept him pressed against my body tightly whilst I listened. My hard cock probably digging in to him.

"I know it is...Freddie." A cool, calm and collected voice answered me.

I rolled my eyes and almost threw a strop.
"Oh, fuck off, Brian!" I yelled, perhaps with too much desperation in my voice, my potential fuck tried to question but I shushed him.

"No. I think I'm just going to wait out here. For both of you." I could hear the smugness in his voice and it just made me even more frustrated. So he'd seen me sneak off with this guy then. There was no way I wanted to practically fuck this stranger right in front of Brian. I mean, I did. But I couldn't.

"Go away!" I was aware I sounded like a three year old.

"No. Why don't you come out here and talk to me like the thirty year old man you are." He replied, obviously thinking I sounded as childish as I did.

I let my hand drop away from the mans jeans and he turned to me, "Is that your fucking boyfriend?!" He hissed, looking outraged.

My eyebrows raise, "Pfft. No. Of course not."

He was busy doing his trousers back up and fastening his belt, "You're lying." He spat, grabbing his jacket and unlocking the cubicle door, leaving me stood in there alone, staring at Brian who was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

I was far more than irritated. I was annoyed, horny...and now I was hard with nobody to release me.

"Charming man." Brian scoffed as the stranger left.

"What the fuck do you want? You just ruined everything." I said with poison in my intonation.

"I want to set things straight. Fucking face it, Fred. If that man was going to be your first fuck in months you would have regretted it. Why would you ruin yourself for a quick, heartless fuck just for a fix of relief?" He stared right through me.

"Because what's the point? I'm never going to get what I've been waiting for." I felt down right miserable.

His eyes widened.
"Y-you don't know that..." he stuttered.

"I've known it for a long time now. I've just chosen to ignore it and stupidly keep my hopes held up far too fucking high. Stop playing games with me." I was getting mad, but I was also upset, this was such a roller coaster of emotions.

"I've never played games."

"Stop! Don't fucking lie to me! I have poured my heart out to you so many times! I have...I have let so many reluctant tears escape my eyes because of you. You have no idea what you do to me and you have no fucking clue how long I have suffered all because...I like you. What the fuck." I started in a shout and ended in a whisper with a shake of the head.

"And you blame it on me but until recently I never even fucking knew! I didn't even know I was going to come out as gay never mind know that you've had this thing for me for a while! You can't put all the blame on me, I'm not fucking psychic!"

"Years, Brian. For years I have just sat and fucking stared at you. Always talking myself out of it, telling myself you weren't even gay! And then when you admitted you liked men it should have been exciting for me but no...you ran off with Charlie. And you did know I liked you then. You knew. What is it, Brian? Why am I not good enough? Just tell me. Just say that you don't like me and let me move on! Because I'm stuck here, in this dark mental place because I just don't know anymore. You tell me you like me then fucking deny it a few hours later. Just say that you don't want me." I felt myself welling up, everything that I have wanted to say to Brian for years was finally being said. It should've felt good. But I was suffocating.

We both stared at each other in silence, my vision hazy what with tears that were yet to overspill.

"I-I can't...I shouldn't have denied it. It was the truth. All this time...I've been trying to put myself off you, by being horrible...arguing. Because I was...am...scared. I've always thought that we'd never really...work out." He winced.

My heart plummeted. He liked me...but he still didn't want me. I would rather him just say he thought I was an ugly cunt.

I shook my head at him, "Okay."
I walked away. Wanting to get rid of him for good.

"No. Wait!" He called after me again.
He was following closely behind me as I pushed through the crowds violently.

"I was scared! I'm not anymore!" He yelled.

I didn't choose to hear him, I pushed a guy out of the way pretty hard, I didn't really notice when he shouted an expletive at me...and then I felt a thud on the side of my knee when he kicked me. Really fucking hard.
I felt something weird...then a surge of agonising pain fired through the whole of my leg as it gave way and I fell to the ground. I was in shock for a second before the pain hit me again...instantly yelling out in discomfort as I sat in a weird position in the floor. I looked at my leg...it wasn't lying naturally.

I closed my eyes, groaning in severe pain, a crowd had gathered around me, I couldn't get up.

"Freddie? Holy fuck." I heard Brian's voice, no matter how much I hated him it comforted me.

I felt sick and dizzy with the hurt.

"Put your arms around my neck." I heard him say in my ear, "I need to get you out of here."

I did as I was told, in too much agony to protest.

"This'll hurt. I'm sorry." He said, scooping my body up into his arms, bridal style.

I screamed. It hurt so fucking much, I buried my face into his chest and tried to shut everything out.

He pushed through the remainder of the people and soon we were out onto the street.

He flagged down a taxi and laid me in the backseat. I felt extremely light headed.

"Freddie? We're home. Let me get you." Brian gently shook me, panic stricken across his face. I must have passed out.

He scooped me up again, carrying me up the steps to the house.

"I need to set you down whilst I open the door. For fuck sake do not stand on that leg..." he ordered.

I nodded weakly, the pain was making me queasy.

As quickly as he had put me down he picked me back up where, as much as I didn't want to, I snuggled into him.

He kicked the door closed as quietly as he could, Roger and John were most likely asleep.

He carried me up the stairs and into my room where he gently put me down on my bed.

I groaned, not being able to straighten nor bend my leg, or even move it in the slightest, it was disgustingly agonising.

"Oh fuck..." Brian suddenly hissed as he stared. "Fred I need to take you to the hospital, it doesn't look right..." He cringed and lowered his voice..."It looks broken..."

I panicked, "No. No. I'm fine. I'll be fine in the morning..." I moaned, my ears ringing.

He stared at me, "I swear to god. If it's still the same in the morning, we're going to the hospital."

"Why? Not like you care about me anyway." I suddenly spat.

His jaw was tight, he lunged forward so he was stood over me, he roughly lifted my head up to look up at him, "You are so fucking ignorant." Then he bent down so quickly...I never had the time to process what was going on until with a lot of force...he kissed me.

It was over quickly. He threw my face out of his hand before he walked out of my room.