Roger's P.O.V.

"He's coming over to mine tonight." I smirked at Freddie as we both glanced at John.

He gasped putting a dramatic hand over his heart. "You are not serious."

I giggled, grinning widely. "I'm like, totally serious." I said in a mocked school girl tone.

Freddie fanned himself in a camp, theatrical manner, sporting the same mocking tone as I when he spoke, a thing me and Freddie did when we gossiped to each other. "I'm so completely overwhelmed right now."

His comment and actions made me laugh loudly and I saw John turn his head in our direction.

I pushed Fred towards the back door as we both had our hands over our mouths trying to stay silent and not erupt into a loud laughing mess. I put a finger to my lips in an attempt to shush him but Freddie was awful at stopping himself from laughing and eventually exploded, blowing what sounded like a raspberry through his lips as the hysterics that he had been trying lock away broke free.

His explosion made me crumble too and loud cackles escaped my throat.

Freddie was doubled over with his forehead in the palm of his hand as he continued to laugh.

I staggered backwards batting and swooping at the air with my arms trying to stop Freddie from laughing whilst I was still in hysterics myself.

"What's going on?!"

I turned still laughing and saw John, I could do nothing but point to Freddie who was now crouched on the floor, as if he was melting from giggling too much. Nothing was even that hilarious, but something had definitely tickled us.

"What?!" John quizzed beginning to chuckle himself, this laughing lark was obviously contagious.

"I...I don't know!" I managed to choke out, coughing as I caught the breath in my throat.

Freddie had scraped himself up off the floor and began to claw at the wall in an attempt to stand up, he managed it even though his legs looked like they could give way at any given moment.

He turned to us still laughing, wiping his nose and his eyes, running his fingers through his hair.

"Oh...aren't we daft bastards." He said.

We all composed ourselves, having to look away from each other as we knew if we made eye contact we'd start laughing again. All of us out of breath as if we'd run a marathon.

"Darlings, you're my favourite people in the world." Freddie giggled.

After putting our coats on and arranging with John for him to arrive at mine at 7, I collared Freddie before he clambered into his car to go home.

"I umm...I might call you later on."

"You bloody might, yes. I want all the gossip. I'll wait up for you dear." He winked.

I grinned, "Take it easy, Fred." I squeezed his shoulder and shut his car door after he nodded at me. I waved as he drove off.

"7 Deaky. Bring the booze!" I called over at John pointing at him.

I was jittery, it was almost time for John to be here and he was never late for anything. I didn't know how to feel. Being in the same room as John all evening. God. How was I going to act. I can't see it being awkward, I mean we see each other everyday how could it be awkward? How do I get a conversation rolling? Maybe he will initiate it. We'll start by talking about our plan for Freddie. I mean. That's why he's coming over right? To talk about Fred? No. I asked him over. To spend more time with him. To indulge in his company. For my sake. To tend to my wants. To look at him. I desperately wanted to know where he stood relationship wise. Women? Men? Wanted to at least get something out of him. I didn't want to be in Freddie's position. Too scared to advance in anything. What if I got everything out of him? He did like men. He did want a relationship with a man. He did like me. What would happen then? Dates? Relationship? Would he just let me undress his skinny frame completely, finally allowing me to see what lay underneath when all I had to go on at the moment were the devilish images that my mind conjured up? What if we...we...

A knock on the door broke me from my trance, it was a blessing, I knew exactly where my mind was taking me then.

"Deaky!" I greeted him as I opened the door to him.

"Alright mate?" He beamed. Stepping in as I stood to the side of the door.

Mate. That had to change.

He held up two bottles. "I brought the booze!"

"Excellent!" I took the bottles from him and lead him into the kitchen, "You want it in the rocks?" I asked.

"Yeah go on then!" He smirked.

I dug out some ice cubes and whiskey tumblers and poured us both a little too much whiskey. Hey. We were rock stars. Drinking on a work night was part of our job.

I handed him his glass.

We both stood sipping on the liquor in silence.

Shit. It was awkward.

"You...umm...do you want to go in the living room?" I asked nervously as if he was the boyfriend that had come round for the first time.

"Sure." He replied as he followed me down the hall.

"Brian phoned me earlier..." John muttered.

A tingle of interest rippled through me, not only at this gossip that was about to go down but thank god John had started the conversation because I was being a right bloody twat.

"What for?!" I asked, sitting crossed legged on the settee facing him.

Deaks took another gulp of his alcohol and sat crossed legged opposite me.

His eyebrows were furrowed, "I don't know it was strange. He kept saying he was sorry and that he'll tell us later...I'm guessing it was about him having to leave early and stuff but then he was all like, Deaky I need to tell you something, I need to talk to you and Roger but then he got interrupted and said he had to go and hung up. But it was really noisy, like he was in a really busy restaurant...I think he was drunk..."

"What the fuck? A restaurant? Brian rarely gets drunk! What's going on?!"

"Rog...do you actually think he's going on dates? I mean, the restaurant, the drink, if he was drunk, which I'm pretty certain he was, then Brian let's himself go a bit doesn't he...on like wine and stuff to try and impress people...like a date..." John forced the words out like they were painful, his face screwed up as if every word was a dagger slicing his tongue.

"Shit. Fuck. Bastard. Why can't he just admit to us? Everything is pointing towards him dating somebody but surely to Christ that wouldn't mean him leaving early for a month? He's so dedicated to his work he wouldn't let a woman get in the way, you don't think?"

Deaky sighed, "I don't know, he does get obsessed with little things easy. We have to find out, Roger. For Freddie."

I nodded in agreement, "Yes we do. Do you think we should follow him one day, to see where he's going?"

John's eyes lit up at the possible thought of being spies, "Yes! We should follow him! Find out where he's going and then report to Fred our findings, but don't tell him we're going to spy on Brian until we've done it." He grinned, getting excited about the whole aspect.

But my heart felt low, the only outcome I could think of was horrible, "But...what if he is meeting up with someone...how do we break it to Freddie?"

"We'll find a way." John put a hand on my thigh in a comforting motion.

I felt sparks travel up my leg as if electricity was running through my veins at this rather minor touch, I gasped slightly and stared at his hand there, forgetting how to breathe momentarily.

Finally, my eyes flickered to John and we made eye contact...before breaking it away after it lasted for a few more uncomfortable seconds than anticipated. He dragged his hand away too. His eyes pained as if he'd done something wrong.

"I told Fred to tell Bri everything...but, but to not let Brian know he was talking about him. To tell him then ask for his advice. Surely that would extract something out of Brian..." John said, avoiding eye contact with me.

I downed the rest of my whiskey, "That's actually a brilliant idea. Did he say he would do it?"

I longed for John to look into my eyes again so that I could mentally tell him he did no wrong. I wanted to reach across and grab his hand.

"He said it was a good idea and that he'd do it."

"We'll have to give him a kick up the arse to make sure he does then." I chuckled.

Almost the full two bottles of whiskey had gone and we were more than a little drunk by this point, we had drunkenly decided to follow Brian when he leaves tomorrow and to make Freddie take on John's plan...we also came up with a little something more...

Talk now was the typical drunken banter and my intoxicated self was near on bursting with personal questions to ask John which I just couldn't hold on to anymore.

As I stared at him dizzyingly with probably an admiring, naughty smirk on my face, I just wanted to pounce on him and fuck him on the sofa right here right now.

"What the fuck are you staring at me for?" Deaky slyly said as he side smiled, staring back at me.

That fucking side smile.

This was dangerous territory. I was unbelievably confident when drunk and unbelievably flirtatious. This could end very badly.

I swallowed. "I didn't realise I was..." I raised an eyebrow at him smiling seductively.

Oh great job, Taylor.

He looked like he was about to say something but instead looked deep in thought and turned away, filling up his glass again.

"Why do you never pick up girls in clubs, John?"

And there was the word vomit. Shit.

He eyes grew to the size of saucers as he spluttered on his whiskey.

My mouth began to carry on talking without me wanting it to.

"I mean you're a good looking bloke."
FUCK.
"If I was a girl, I'd be all over you."
BOLLOCKS.

My mind knew what I'd said and I instantly regretted it, I was just hoping the drunk Deaky didn't pick up on the fact that I had practically just said I would fuck him if I was a woman. And that I thought he was good looking.

There was silence between us as he wiped his mouth and side glanced at me, a look of amusement on his face. At least he didn't take offence.