Roger's P.O.V.

Myself and John and retreated back downstairs whilst Freddie had been getting a shower and making himself look beautiful.

He finally stood in the doorway of the living room with a huge...fake...smile on his face, he playfully swizzled round, "How do I look?" He giggled.

I watched Brian who was still sulking on the settee sneakily glance up at Freddie and admire him.

I wolf whistled at him which made him cackle, if that was a fake laugh it was a bloody good one.

"Great outfit choice, Rog." He winked at me.

Freddie had well and truly pulled himself together, his hair was fresh, his face newly shaved, I could smell freshly sprayed cologne drifting from him.

Did I find Fred attractive? Yes, yes I did. Who wouldn't?

"Let me sort that wrist out for you, pretty boy." John laughed and Fred followed him into the kitchen.

I went in to inspect his damage.
"You're right, it looks a lot better now you've been in the shower. I'd still keep an eye on that though."
I sneakily gave him a cheeky thumbs up and a smile, nodding back to Brian who hadn't even turned around.

Freddie's eyes were still full of sadness, I admired him for being so brave and coming down here and facing the guitarist with nothing but a smile.

More than Brian had bothered to give Fred. Honestly, it's like his heart has just been broken in two. He's pathetic.

And if he thinks he's getting away without a good telling off tonight he's got another thing coming.

"There we go." John said as he put a last safety pin through the bandage of Freddie's.

"Thank you, Darling." He replied.

"You okay?" I mouthed at him as I gathered he was about to leave.

He gave me a little nod and a wink.

He motioned for myself and John to come closer and we did so, "You buggers are the best, do you know that? I don't know what I would do without you." He shyly smiled and we smiled back at him, before we could answer he spoke again, in a whisper this time, "And what happens if Charlie wants me to fuck him? Am I still not allowed to?" His voice was playful.

I looked at John and he answered after groaning, "I suppose you can. I think you deserve to let off some steam. But, don't just do it because we've not told you to keep your dick in your pants, okay? You do what you feel."

I couldn't argue with Deaks, although I fucking hated every thought of him giving in and having sex with that douchebag Charlie...I guess I think he deserves a treat.

His eyes lit up and he fought back a smile. He cleared his throat, "Well...we'll see what happens."

We all retreated from the kitchen and Fred was about to leave. Brian was still slouching on the settee and I could see the new anger in Freddie's eyes now whenever he looked at him.

"Right darlings...and Brian...I'm off on my date with Charlie." A cheesy grin present on my face as myself and John sat back down on the other sofa.

I watched as Brian's cheeks sucked in with what looked to be like irritation from Freddie's directed little comment.

"Have a great time, Fred!" I giggled, trying to keep myself from laughing at him, he was being very over the top and directing his words at Brian, his words were his bullets.

"Oh I will. I fully intend to shag that hot piece of arse. So expect me home late. See you later!" He turned on his heel after a wave and was off.

It was only then, when he was out of sight did Brian look up and into his direction. He looked...well, pretty shell shocked.

It was rather late now, we'd had our fish and chips, Brian had just shifted his about his plate, picking at it, looking miserable as ever, he was really starting to get on my nerves.

We were in the middle of watching a film and every couple of minutes I got distracted from it by a loud sigh coming from him.

"I can't fucking deal with this." I growled under my breath after yet another loud sigh from him.

I got up and stomped out of the room.

"What?" Bri spat as I passed.

"Roger?!" Deaky called after me but I ignored them both.

I went into the garden and sat on the table we had out here, myself and Fred had been working on the garden to make it nice and it was really coming along.

I breathed deeply, taking in the fresh air and attempting to exhale the anger I felt. It was dark out, which I liked even better.

"Rog?" I heard a little voice.

"Out here, Deaks." I answered and saw his shadow leave the house and make himself towards me.

"What are you doing out here? It's freezing!" He sat beside me.

"Not as cold as his fucking mood." I spat, lighting up a cigarette and taking a long drag.

"He's annoying you, too?"

"Annoying me? He's lucky I haven't beat him up. I seriously don't know what his problem is."

"Maybe he's feeling a little sad? Y'know, by letting Fred down?"

I scoffed, "I doubt that, he's probably thriving off the thought of upsetting him. You know what he's like."

"I guess you're right. Maybe we should try and talk to him?"

"He won't say anything. Besides, I'll probably just end up arguing with him." I offered him a drag of my cigarette and he took it. "We could have gone out tonight and had a nice time." I thought about how much better it would have been than staying in with that mardy thing in the living room.

"It would have been nice but we still need to spend time with the other two, we can't just abandon them." He handed me my smoke back.

"I wish we could..."

"Even Fred?" He nudged me.

I giggled a little, "You know what I mean."

He smiled and nodded.

It was silent for a short while, it was so peaceful outside, I wanted to stay out here.

"Are you coming back in? I'm freezing." He got up, rubbing his arms.

"You go ahead, I'll come in soon." I smiled.

"No, come on! You'll make yourself ill." He side smile and grabbed my hand attempting to pull me off the table.

"In a minute!" I laughed, trying to fight his pull and remain on the table.

"You're coming with me, Taylor!" He laughed loudly as he tried to pull me.

I think he forgets I have a lot of arm strength with being a drummer, I wasn't budging.

"I am not!" I joined in with his laughter.

"Yes you are! Please, I don't want to be in there alone with Brian!" He was laughing a lot now which meant he was loosing strength.

I gave him a good tug forward and he stumbled towards me, having to stop himself crashing into me by putting his hands on my shoulders.

I looked up at his gorgeous face that was grinning down at me. I let my hands hold his waist and even in the dark, I could tell he was blushing.

I strained my neck up so our faces were closer, the cold making our breaths steam.

"I said..." I studied his lips and knew I wanted to do it, "...in a minute."

Our faces had grown serious now as I leaned closer a little, as if testing the water, wondering if he'd move back, but he didn't.

His head came towards mine now, our faces getting closer and closer.

It didn't seem so cold out anymore, I was sweating, my heart hammering.
His breathing had gotten heavier too.
He licked his lips and instinctively I mirrored his action.

And then we were so close that it just happened. Our lips locked in a kiss. A real, literal kiss.

My heart surged and my head went dizzy, it was a soft, tentative kiss but one that still made my eyes drift closed as I focused on the feeling that I had been desperately craving. John's lips were perfect, smooth, soft and extremely kissable.

And then it ended, all too soon. We separated, our faces still impeccably close, his breathing was fast and we both stared at each other in disbelief.
Until we both cracked out into a nervous smile, a slightly awkward but cute silence.

"Umm...I-I guess I'll...come in now." I stuttered, still trying to fathom what just happened but loving every single moment.

"Good..." he nervously laughed as he pulled me up from the table and I followed him in, pulling a cheesy grin to myself behind his back to let out my excitement.

I wanted to do it all again. Longer this time.

But I was ecstatic. That was simply the perfect first kiss. My first time kissing a male...and now I was hungry for more.

I followed him back into the living room, Bri lifted his head towards us and greeted us with nothing but a glare. Instantly making my delightful mood dissolve into the aggravated one that I felt before.

I glared back at him before something clicked and I opened my mouth, "What's that fucking glare for?" I spat.

"What glare?" He mumbled.

"That one you just gave us when we entered the room, Brian. What's the matter with you? Honestly!" The more I spoke the more I wanted to lay into him.

"Nothing, Roger."

"What a big fat fucking lie that is. You've been moping around like someone's died. What is it? Is it Freddie?" I said unintentionally.

I'd really started something now, he looked up at me with fire in his eyes.

"Why the fuck does he have to be brought up into every conversation anybody has?! I'm sick and tired of it!" All the anger he had been bottling up was spilling out now.

"He doesn't, Brian. You just think he does. Why do you act like you hate him?! Is it about what happened last night?" I was digging myself a deeper grave, earning a tap from Deaky and a desperate head shake as if to say don't go there.

"Of course he told you about what happened last night, let me guess, he played the victim card did he?" His words stung.

"Could he play any other card, Brian? You've been pestering him to tell you since last week and when he finally plucks up the courage to tell you, you fucking push him off a cliff and tell him that you're not gay? You knew it was you, Brian. Didn't you. Why did you want to find out so badly just to reject him like that? His fucking heart is broken." I was stepping closer to him as I ranted, getting angrier.

"I figured it out after he didn't answer me last week but so what? I can't help it that I'm not fucking gay, Roger. How did you know about it anyway?" He asked, as if he was the only beholder of such information.

"We've known for years, Bri." Deaky chipped in, not sounding at all impressed with the guitarist.

"Years?!"
"Yes, years. Why do you think he's not had a proper relationship since Mary? Why do you think he's stopped himself from having sex with everybody? He's changed himself for you. He's been holding out all this time for you." I jabbed my finger dangerously close to his face, pointing at him.

He laughed in disbelief, "And how the fuck was I supposed to know that?" He stood up and looked down at me, looking at both me and Deaky, "I'm not fucking dealing with this. I'm going out." He turned walking through the door, I heard him grab a jacket and open the front door.
"That's it, Brian! You just run away from all your problems!" I called after him.

I heard him stomping back towards me, "He is not my fucking problem. He never has been." And then he took himself off and out of the house.