Freddie's P.O.V.

Brian had been gone for around an hour and I was expecting him back soon.

I was absolutely thrilled for John and Roger for finally growing some bollocks and going on a date. I didn't know just how much longer I could have coped with those two treading around each other like that. It had to be done, maybe they'd relax a little bit more now.

I do hope it's going well for them, I want to know everything that happens. Besides. I did basically set them up.

Honestly though I was a lot more excited about having the evening in alone with Bri. Finally I could have some quality time with him and our space wasn't to be plagued by those two. It had been so long since myself and Brian had had each other's company for an evening. We used to do it often but then things got hectic and he started working evenings. It would be nice to spend time with my best friend again. But let's be fucking real, it would be nice having him exclusively to myself where I could stare at him all night and talk to him about shit and drop sly flirtatious comments.

Whilst he was out I'd freshened myself up a little, put on a clean T-shirt and dabbed on some of my best cologne. If anything I wanted to smell divine for him. Even if he didn't see me in that way he'd at least think I smell sexy.

There was still that pang of hurt in my heart though...when I thought about how much and how long I'd wanted Brian. To just so much as notice me in such a way or to be brave enough to let him know that I at least fancied him. But he didn't know. As far as any of us knew he was straight as a ruler. I'd never get to kiss his lips or squeeze that arse. Tumble clumsily into bed with him and fall asleep with my head on his chest...

Everything was going so well for John and Roger and yes I was happy for them but I was raging with jealousy too. Everything seemed to be working out so well for them, it was turning into everything that they had both been wanting.

Why couldn't anything like that ever work that way for me? Why couldn't Brian just blurt out he was gay and I'd lunge at him telling him how long I'd loved him?

I had been contemplating giving up on the idea of Brian, being realistic and finding someone I knew I'd actually have a chance with. But I could never just forget about him. I'd always want to be with him more than the other person.

I mean, fuck. I'd been celibate for over a month and I was more than ready for a good shag. But I'd been being strict with myself and keeping to my word.

And actually, although I've been ridiculously horny the thought of sleeping with a stranger had started to repulse me. Which on one hand was a blessing, I wasn't such a whore anymore but on the other it just made the urge to have Brian all that more stronger. And all I was getting at the moment was a handjob from myself and that was getting outright boring.

"Fred?! I'm back!"

I gasped quietly at the sound of the angelic voice calling my name from downstairs, Bri was finally back!
And I did have a crafty plan up my sleeve.

I rushed downstairs a lot more eagerly than I anticipated, I just didn't want to waste a single second of his company tonight.

He was in the kitchen placing some boxes on the counter.
He eyed me when I walked in and grinned, "I got us some pizzas." He winked.

Brian Harold May. Stop fucking winking at me you sly twat. God.

I waltzed towards him, "Pizza?! I'm a rock star, darling. I don't eat pizza." I teased.

He rolled his eyes at me and shook his head adorned with that mass of curls.

Oh how I wanted to grab a handful of his hair whilst he sucked my...

"Do you want a plate?" He interrupted my naughty thoughts.

"Umm...yes go on then." I grabbed a piece of the pizza and took a bite. "Ugh it's fucking good."

He put a plate in front of me, "I thought Mr. Mercury didn't eat pizza." He coaxed.

"I do on special occasions." I raised my eyebrows at him and followed him over to the settee with our plates piled high.

"Why, what's the special occasion?"

"Spending a night alone with my Bri Bri of course!" I said with added drama...but I meant it.

He grinned shaking his head, "We haven't done this for a while have we?"

"No, I loved our evenings together."

"Me too, actually. I don't know why, not like you ever fucking listened to me anyway, just stared me out whenever I said anything to you." He grinned wickedly, it was a common thing to happen and I cursed myself for it.

I almost choked on my pizza, coughing a little which just brought him more glee as he laughed loudly.

"I just get...fixated." I shrugged wanting to act cool but failing like fuck.

"What, fixated on my face?" He was looking at me with an eyebrow raised and a smug little smile pulling at those lips I needed to kiss.

Yes. Say yes, Freddie.

"No..." Fuck.

"Well I am rather beautiful. I wouldn't blame you." He joked.

I just passed his snide comment off with a little giggle but somehow I'd now lost my appetite. I was burning with embarrassment. Why oh why was I such a weak arsehole and not have the courage to say yes. If it was anybody else I would have said yes in less than a second. What the hell do you do to me, Brian.

"How were the love birds?" I asked, hurriedly changing this topic for now.

Bri smiled sweetly, "I didn't see Rog but Deaky was shitting a brick."

I smiled like a proud parent of our boys, "I bloody hope it works out, I can't bare for them to be moping around each other again."

"Aww leave them be, Fred. I think it's cute. They look good together."

I raised my eyebrows at Bri, I know he's the most excepting and soft man out there but I didn't think I'd hear him say that two men were cute together. He's never said that about me and another man.

"I guess they are, yes. If they get together I hope they don't wipe it in our faces, kissing and fondling with each other in front of us. I hope they're quiet in bed too. You can hear everything through the walls in this house."

Brian was staring at me with an entertained look on that gorgeous face. "Do I sense jealously, Freddie?"

I eyed him up and shrugged letting out a mousey, "Yes."

"You daft sod. I'm sure you'll find someone for yourself very soon."

I made a noise of uncertainty, no I won't Brian, because you're the only one I want.

"Have you got your eye on anyone?" He asked casually.

Once again I choked on the mouthful of pizza I was chewing.
No? Yes?
"Umm..."

"That'll be a yes then." Bri grinned leaning towards me from his side of the settee and making serious eye contact with me.

"What?"

"You hesitated. That means you do but you don't want to say yes." That grin continued to blind me and I swallowed hard.

"And when the fuck did you become a love expert..."

He cackled, "Since always. Just I never get the chance to prove myself. So...who've you got your eyes on.?"

You.
"Nobody..." I cowered, getting up and taking our plates into the kitchen, "Do you want a beer?"

"Go on then."

I took two bottles back and handed one to him, "Well...?" He pushed.

I sighed, partly in annoyance that he'd asked me the question and partly in the yearning that I wanted to tell him that it was him. But I couldn't.

"You don't know them."

"I know everyone you know." He replied cockily.

I cast him a death glare, "Yes alright, Mr Popular."

"Come on!" He playfully punched my arm but I shook him off getting irritated.

"No!"

"You always tell us who you fancy. Why is this one any different?" He was getting deeper into his analysis.

I sucked my cheeks in trying to keep my nerves down.

"Maybe after a few more drinks I'll tell you..." I tried to reason with him, "But what about you anyways? Got your eyes on anybody?" I asked sheepishly, not really wanting to know.

"Yes. I have..."