Roger's P.O.V.

A look of terror flashed in his eyes and his eyebrows raised in a comical way.

He cracked into a smile and a giggle.

I knew he wouldn't take me seriously.

"What?" He ran his fingers through his hair, probably still feeling sick.

"I'm serious." I said, hushed.

"What do you mean?!" He was still laughing, shaking his head.

I sighed in annoyance, "I need you to try it on with him! Make him think you want to have sex with him." I answered in a strop.

He threw his head back and cackled, "Don't be stupid, Roger. No, you're not being serious. Don't be daft!" He grinned.

"I am being serious, Freddie! He won't have sex with me. He won't even get naked in front of me!" I stared at him.

His smile fell a little, "It takes time, darling."

"How much time? We've been together over three months! And what would you know about time, you've never had to wait like this." I was trying not to shout.

"Maybe he's just nervous. And my experiences were different, they were just senseless one night stands, it wasn't with anybody I actually cared about." He shrugged, going over to a sink he splashed his face with water and washed his hands. "Have you tried talking to him about it?"

I paused. No. I hadn't really tried, just assumed that if I ever did try, he'd shoot me down and refuse to have a conversation about it. Just like he does when I try and make a move on him.

"Not really...I just know he won't talk about it." My voice quietened.

"You don't know if you don't ask. Talk to him. Don't ask me to try it on with him, fuckinghell." He giggled, drying his hands.

I groaned, throwing my head back in anger, "I think it's me though, like...he-he gives me blowjobs and handjobs all the fucking time but whenever I try to do it to him or even dare to try and take his boxers off he pretends he wants to go to sleep and turns off the light. What if it's just me? What if he doesn't find me attractive enough? What if I don't turn him on?" I babbled.

The singer stood staring at me as if I was crazy.

"Can you hear yourself right now? Roger, dear, I can't give you the answers, only he can. He might be a little conscious. He obviously finds you attractive if he wants to suck your dick. You obviously turn him on because if you didn't, he'd have no desire to do anything to you! And what fucking makes you think he'll let me fuck him if he won't let you?" He shook his head, laughing again.

A wave of panic rushed through me as he was actually waiting for an answer. My mouth was dry but I couldn't break my stare from him as he edged closer to me.

"B-because he...told me." I stuttered, cowardly.

His smile fell completely now and his eyes were wide as he looked at me, "What?" He asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, whatever we were just talking and-"

He interrupted, "What were you talking about?" He asked suspiciously.

"You and Brian..." I squeaked, backing away as he was continuing to get closer.

"Go on." He pushed.

I sighed, "Look. We were just finding it hard to understand how everybody else you've ever wanted have wanted you back. And we were questioning why Brian didn't because...well you're far from ugly so...yeah." I cringed hard.

His face had softened a little but he was also telepathically telling me to carry on.

"And I don't know why I asked him this but I asked him if he wasn't with me and you ever tried it on with him, would he let you fuck him. And he said yes. And so did I but then it lead me to think if he can answer so quickly and say yes, he'd let you fuck him why doesn't he let me?! And I just wanted to know if you tried it on with him and he let you advance...I know he just doesn't like me in that way after all."

I was spinning. With alcohol intake and with nerves. I couldn't actually believe I'd asked him and told him the full story.

His head was in his hands, "Ugh too much to comprehend." He groaned.

I waited nervously for another reaction.

He finally lifted his head and looked at me with strained eyes and his jaw hanging slightly.

"Why the fuck do I feel kind of flattered?" He looked off into the distance as if he was trying to figure it out, "Brian doesn't want me because he's a cock-end. Thanks for thinking I'm not ugly...I guess. And umm...that the fuck this is so weird! You would both let me fuck you? Do you know how screwed up that sounds? Is this an invitation for a threesome because I don't know if I'm down for that. Im finding it very strange that my best friends would fuck me..."

"Shut up." I begged, sporting a very red face. I knew he would never live this down now.

"Roggie. I know you're distressed and horny and such but you need to talk to him. You can't let that little answer linger in your mind. I doubt he would let me do a thing to him. Talk to him." He urged.

His cheeks were also a little red, understandably so as I basically just told him that John and I fancied him.

Please just let the earth swallow me up.

"Freddie. He won't answer me, I've tried! How do I know he won't let you, I need to know if it's me he doesn't like. Please." I begged, feeling stupid I was so desperate about this and feeling even more stupid I was actually asking him.

"Roger, I can't. I would never ask you to do anything like that, never!"

He knew I was serious now. His face said everything, it said that he didn't want to take on my proposition but he did want to help in a way.

"I know you wouldn't." I stepped closer to him, getting close to his face, "But I'm asking you."

He studied my face and swallowed, licking his lips, "Talk to him first. I'll help you talk to him. Then maybe. I'm not saying I will. I need to think about this. But I'm definitely not doing anything until you talk to him. I'm not promising, Roger." He looked down at the floor.

"Okay." I nodded, "Alright, that's enough to put my mind at ease a little. I'll talk to him. But I'm not saying I won't ask you again."

Suddenly the toilet door swung open and a very wobbly Brian and John burst in.

"Oi oi what going on here then?!"
Brian slurred, a bottle of something in his hand and a sloppy smile on his face.

"Hands off, Mercury. This ones mine." Deaky paraded towards me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

Fred eyed us up awkwardly, no nodded once, "All yours, Deaky." And then he rushed out.

I wanted to run after him, apologise for putting him in this position.

He seemed freaked out, and rightly so.

"What's up with him?" Brian asked, clumsily bumping into a wall.

"He doesn't feel too well, I think we should go back to our hotel, it's almost 5 in the morning." I tried to sound enthusiastic and happy, I tried to lovingly hold John up in my arms. But I was lacking in both, Unenthusiastic and unloving as I just didn't think I was good enough for the one I desperately wanted to be with.

"Yes. Let's go back, I need to sleep for a week." Deaky groaned, laying his head on my chest.

"Yes. Let's refuel ready for tomorrow night!" Brian punched the air.

We all left and set about trying to find Freddie but before we did, I grabbed Brian and dragged him to me, "Don't fuck about with his feelings when you're in that hotel room together, alright? Let him share the bloody bed with you, you're only sleeping for crying out loud. He doesn't believe you in the slightest Brian. He's given up on every chance with you so he knows where he stands and he knows not to try it on with you." I warned him.

He looked taken aback, "Alright. I wasn't actually going to let him sleep in the bath anyway, I just wanted him to know I was pissed off with him. And yes, I know he doesn't believe me. I'm working on it."

I shot him dagger eyes and we finally found Freddie at the bar, having a lonesome drink whilst he stared into space no doubt consumed by all of his thoughts.

Brian tapped him on the shoulder and said something in his ear, he cracked into a smile and nodded, downing the rest of his drink and standing up.

We left the club and flagged down a taxi that took us back to our hotel. I fucking hoped no more drama would kick off.