Brian's P.O.V.

Still scouring the crowd for a glimpse of Freddie I was startled when Roger shoved a drink into my grasp.

"Plenty more where that came from." He winked cheekily.

I looked down at the drink he had shoved at me to see a plastic cup full of jet black liquid.

"What is it?!" I shouted above the music.

He shrugged, he knew very well what it was but wouldn't tell me, "You asked for something strong!"

I brought the cup to my nose and took a sniff, grimacing at the potent stench of aniseed.

I braved it and took a gulp, it was very sweet and very strong. It was disgusting, but just the ticket.

Figuring that I wouldn't be finding Freddie anytime soon I swanned off into the crowd to make conversation and say hello to some people, my parents, thank goodness, had decided to give the party a miss, and, as much as I wanted to spend this evening with Freddie, it was our night, I didn't have to look after any of them if I didn't want to, there were other people here to occupy me if Freddie really didn't want to be found.

Squeezing through the many people I was suddenly grabbed by the waist with a cheeky slap to the bum making me jump. I span around to see who it was.

"Elton!" I exclaimed, grinning and embracing him in a hug which he returned.

"Brian, darling! How are you?!" He shouted.

I nodded whilst taking another mouthful of this vile liquid that I was holding, "Great! You?!"

He nodded and gave me a thumbs up, "You look dashing! Still single?!" He played.

I laughed and put a hand on his shoulder, "Only for you, Elton!"

He fanned himself dramatically and we chatted for a little while longer about the new album of ours and the music that Elton was also working on at the moment, I couldn't help but giggle at the giant glasses he was wearing and the very tasteful hat that was plonked on top of his head.

Elton and Freddie were very close friends, so maybe Fred had already said hello to him?

"Have you seen Freddie anywhere?" I yelled.

He nodded, taking a sip of his wine, "The last I saw of him, he was snorting coke in the bathroom." He chuckled, shaking his head.

I felt my stomach drop as a wave of panic mixed with anger rippled through me.

Drugs. He knew I hated drugs.

He was on a don't give a shit rampage already and we'd only been here half an hour, for him to disappear like that and take dangerous drugs knowing full well how I thought about them, really hurt me. It's like he purposefully got rid of me to go take them.

I slipped away from Elton, promising him I'd catch up with him again later on and went in search of the toilets, hoping I'd find him in there but god forbid if I do...I'll give him what for.

Downing the rest of the syrupy drink in a bid to not only get rid of it quickly but to give me the extra edge of confidence, I found the toilets...but this club was a high class place, there wasn't just a room with several cubicles in there. No. They were actual separate bathrooms. Fancy little rooms that you could lock yourself into and do you business in.

And in Freddie's case, his business was to snort drugs.

There were already long lines of people waiting for the bathrooms so I just waited until I saw them empty and another person go in...and not one of the people to exit them were Freddie.

He had well and truly disappeared.

I stormed back to the bar and ordered myself another drink, thank god the bar was free because if Elton was telling the truth and he had taken drugs, I would need a hell of a lot to drink to try and get over that.

Ordering a double whiskey on the rocks, not something I would usually go for and not something I enjoy either, but again, it was strong and would take a toll on me quicker.

The very image of Freddie snorting drugs churned my stomach, they didn't suit him. He only did it to blend in with the crowd. He says it makes him feel good but why couldn't he just be satisfied with getting drunk rather than getting high too? Why did he have to put his life at risk just for a laugh?

Somebody grabbed the arm of my jacket almost making me spill my drink, I looked and it was John.

"Have you seen Roger?!" He yelled.

I shrugged, shaking my head but then the penny dropped.

Roger did whatever Freddie did...whenever they took drugs, they did it together. So they must be together. Find Rog, we find Fred.

"Elton says he saw Freddie taking drugs, you don't think Rogers with him doing the same, do you?" I shouted.

Deaky rolled his eyes, "He better not be!" He yelled.

Unlike me, Deaky trusted Roger with drugs, he didn't like it, but he tolerated it, he knew Roger would never do anything stupid with them.

But Freddie was a little more elaborate, a little more daring...I didn't trust him. Even though he's always said he would never go crazy and it's only a little bit...how much is a little bit?

"I have to find him." I shook my head and started to walk away from John, only to be pulled back by him.

"Leave them. What's done is done. It's your night too, Bri, you can't spend all night worrying about him!" He yelled, shoving yet another drink into my hand which I actually took gratefully.

I shook my head again, "I can't." I tore away from him, "I care about him too much..." I admitted quietly, battling through the people again.

I stopped and spoke to several people, each time asking if they had seen the singer, not one person had seen him. Some of them didn't even know he had turned up yet.

The room had started to spin slightly, although I was worried, my mood was continuously lifting...if I was pissed, Freddie would be trashed. I'd missed my chance to ask him my all important question.

Suddenly, in the middle of a big crowd, a large bottle of something stuck to his lips whilst he danced like crazy, I spotted a tuft of blonde hair...a colour I knew all too well.

I pushed my way through, dancing along with people and hugging people I knew and did not know. I managed to tap the paralytic Roger and he turned around, his eyes wild...his pupils huge.

"Bri!? Where the fuckinghell did you piss off to?!" He beamed at me, bouncing over to me and almost toppling over, I caught him, even in my unsteady state whilst I sipped on the drink the John had given me.

"I could ask you the same question!"

He looked a little mischievous and tapped his nose as if to say don't be nosy.

Though, I didn't have to be nosy, his eyes gave it all away, he had indeed taken something...

"Where's Fred?!" I yelled at him.

"Aww cute, you're missing him!" He giggled.

I shook my head, even though I was.

"Over there!" He pointed to a corner of the club that had a very posh and fancy layout. Of course Freddie would have floated over there. Why didn't I check before?

I nodded at the drummer and made my way over, grabbing a glass of champagne from a tray that some people were carrying around.

It was quieter over here, it was an area that was made for the people who thought themselves too sophisticated to be dancing like a maniac, a place adorned with huge red sofas and artistic glass tables, paintings framed in gold and people dressed in impeccable fashion.

The place suited Fred, but the people didn't. I looked around until my heart began to thump a little harder with panic...Freddie was still here, sat on one of the sofas, a good looking male, whom I didn't recognise to his right, and an attractive woman sat on his lap, his arms around the both of them as he chatted away, his lead lolling back occasionally, too drunk to control himself.

I walked over and stood there for a minute or two, just wanting to see if he'd clock on and realise I was there...and he didn't, that was until somebody that knew me shouted my name.

His head snapped into my direction and we immediately made eye contact, his arms retracting from the two good looking humans as quickly as he had turned to me, a look of guilt in his eyes.

Although, his eyes were too dark for me too see if his pupils had dilated.

I raised my eyebrows at him in greeting and he hurriedly made the woman get off his lap in a frenzy, getting up from the sofa and swanning over to me cautiously. I held the glass of champagne that I had collected from a tray out to him and he timidly took it.

He was unsteady on his feet and even though he looked as guilty as could be, there was still a little smirk on his face when he looked at me.

I grabbed his chin between my fingers and made him look up at me where I tried to inspect his eyes...yet he didn't let me and closed them quickly. Giving it all away. Yet he never fought me off.
I was aware we were being watched but I didn't give a shit, "Open...your...eyes." I demanded.

He shook his head silently, a smile growing on his lips that he tried so hard to banish.

Instead, I took his spare hand and dragged him away from his little corner. He jogged behind me, giggling like a child, still not trying to fight me off like I thought he would.

"Brian, slow down!" He cackled, spilling some of his drink.

Even though I had caught him with two other people that were much too close to him for my liking and he had basically just given it away to me that he had taken drugs...I wanted to be angry at him, but I just didn't have it in me. Whether it was the alcohol making me feel happy or what...I just couldn't. Instead, I just wanted to be with him, be very flirty and...maybe a little naughty.

I pulled him into one of the little personal bathrooms and locked the door behind us.

"Oh good, I'm desperate for a piss." He slurred, trying to push past me.

But I blocked him from the toilet, "No..." I said, more playfully than I wanted it to be.

His eyes widened at me and it was then could I see his massive pupils.

"The fuck have I told about taking drugs, Freddie?" I tried to sound stern but he broke into a smile anyway...melting me.

"It was the tiniest bit!" He giggled, still trying to push me out of his way.

"You know I hate them..." I said, even though I was grinning like a loony.

"I know, I'm sorry, now please move!" He laughed, his hands on my chest, trying to push me but loosing his balance.

I caught him and put my hands on his waist, I had finished the drink that Deaky had given me and eyeing up the glass of champagne in his hand I took it from him and downed it in one, backing him up against the sink.

"You animal! That was mine..." he scowled at me.

"What did you call me?" I asked him, naughtily, it was moments like this where I thoroughly enjoyed being taller than Freddie, it made me feel powerful.

He laughed nervously and covered his face.

"Who were those people you were sat with?" I quizzed.

He shrugged, his fingers tracing the naked parts of my chest, producing goosebumps on my flesh, "Friends..."

"That doesn't answer my question. Who was the man?" I stepped ever closer to him.

His eyes drifted slowly up into mine, "Billy."

"And how do you know Billy?"

"Darling, does it really matter?" His head fell back.

"It matters enough to me. And if you really want that piss you better tell me...otherwise I'll poke you in the bladder." I warned, mischievously, moving a hand from his waist to his lower stomach.

He tried to wriggle away, shaking his head, "No no no no don't do that!" He panicked.

"Then tell me." I pressed a little firmer.

He groaned in discomfort but this was testing my patience with him...I wouldn't think twice about fucking him right this instant.

His teeth were gritted, "We fucked once..." he rushed, really wanting me to remove my hand from his bladder.

I gasped and stared at him silently.

"And the woman?" I whispered, not wanting to know when they fucked or anything more about it.

"Tilly." He was looking worried.

"And you've fucked her aswell, have you?" I asked with a little bit of sting in my voice.

"Certainly not." He defended himself.

"Well she looks like a prostitute to me." My face was edging closer to his.

He gasped this time, "Brian! How rude."

"Well how do you know her?" Yes, I was very jealous that they had been getting his attention and I had not.

He looked down in defeat, licking those pretty little lips of his, shrugging a little, "She is a prostitute." He answered quietly, "But I haven't fucking touched her! Over my dead body, or Billy before you start accusing me of cheating on you." He looked a little worked up, he was generally a very happy and extravagant drunk but say the right things to him and he'll be a massive pile of raw emotion.

That statement of his brought my mood right back up to where it was and higher...

"Cheating on me?" I repeated, smiling, "I didn't realise you could cheat on somebody...who you're not in a relationship with..." I hinted, wanting to blurt the question out to him whether he was drunk or not.

He stared up at me with a small smile playing on his lips that I wanted to kiss so fucking much...my whole body was aching for him.

The room was spinning for the both of us but it seemed neither one of us cared at the moment.

"What are we, Fred?" I suddenly whispered but before I gave him any time to answer me, my lips were on his and it was something that we were both yearning for, the kiss was messy and rough, he was such a good kisser now, instinctively pressing my hips against his, pushing him further against the sink which must have been uncomfortable for him yet he never complained, he bit down on my bottom lip teasingly, making me yelp a little.

Eventually, out of breath, I pulled away with my forehead still resting on his, my hips well away from his now as I really didn't want him to feel the hard on that he has caused, I growled, frustrated and impatient, I had waited too long already, "Be mine."

He gasped quietly and then swallowed and stared into my eyes, he smiled, his cheeks flushing red whilst he nodded ever so slightly, "Alright..." he whispered.

I froze momentarily, not expecting such a straight forward answer from him, I broke into a surprised laugh, not believing my ears.

"Alright?" I repeated in shock.

He nodded, going up into his tiptoes, "Alright." He grinned at me, looking nervous but shortly resumed out heated making out, not letting me process anything that had just gone on.

Did he mean that? He was drunk and...so was I. But the first time I asked him, he was also drunk then and told me to ask him in the morning...maybe he knew how to answer me this time...maybe he knew now that...that he wanted us to be together for real.

And this was real. I had Freddie Mercurys lips devouring mine right this instant and I couldn't feel any better about life...he was finally mine.

He was my boyfriend.

Throughout my thoughts whizzing through my already hazy mind, he had managed to push me over to another wall where the temptation to undo his trousers was making my fingers twitch, I could tell he was dangerously horny too, his hands wanting to go places on my body they had never been before...but he was still stopping himself.

I grabbed his hips and lifted him up, spinning him around and sitting him on a ledge where he fell back against the wall and he grabbed the collar of my shirt, making me bend over slightly and follow him, my hands found his thighs...

He suddenly groaned and broke away, out of breath and flushed cheeks, his eyes slanted and needy, "Let's get out of this fucking place..."