Freddie's P.O.V.

I glanced at the door and gulped hard, I didn't know whether to crack into a grin or scream.

I walked towards the door, smoothing down my jacket, I pulled it open.

My smile grew larger once I saw him, he'd gotten changed into something rather classy, jeans and a pale blue shirt, a waft of his cologne also saying hello.

"Good evening." He nodded, smiling.

"Hello..." I fought back a giggle and he stepped up the door step, I didn't move out of the way so his body was almost touching mine as he looked down at me.

He held up a bag in his hand, "Change of plan. Dinner at yours?" He side smiled.

This wasn't a bloody change of plan at all, he had this planned out to perfection, that's why he'd gone to the shop earlier, to buy groceries to cook for us tonight.

I glanced at the bag he was holding up and giggled a little, "You're cooking?" I teased a little.

"You seem rather surprised, Freddie. I'll have you know that I'm an exquisite cook." His voice just fucking oozed seductiveness.

"Well, alright then. Do come in." I raised an eyebrow at him and let him back in to his own home, the nerves had almost completely vanished now, it didn't seem as surreal as last night, maybe because it was the second date or because we were simply going to have a romantic meal at home, it was a lot more comfortable.

And it would be just the two of us. No speaking in hushed voices because we didn't want people on the next table to listen in on our conversation, we could relax fully and act like ourselves.

"Is the kitchen through here?" Brian asked playfully, poking his head through the doorway after he'd slipped off his shoes.

He glanced at me and I gave him a sarcastic look, I did want to break out of this role playing but also found it fun.
"Yes. To the left." I gave in, going along with it for now.

I followed him in and leant against a work surface, "What are you going to cook?" I asked, genuinely interested, watching him pull ingredients out of the bag, I slipped off my leather jacket now that I didn't need to go outside.

"Hmm well, I thought I'd try my hand at a Thai Green Curry...now..." he turned to me and looked excited, "...I've never cooked this before so if it tastes like shit, I won't be offended. We'll order a pizza." He chuckled.

"I'm sure if you're as exquisite as you make out, it will be delicious." I smiled flirtatiously.

He smirked at me, "What about you? Can you cook?" He had to hide a giggle as he already knew that answer, he began to find knives from the kitchen drawers, obviously forgetting he was 'new' to this kitchen.

"Me? Oh, darling. I don't even know how to boil an egg!" I flapped my hands about as he chuckled.

"Ever chopped up an onion?" He asked teasingly.

"No...I wouldn't know how to." I looked at him suspiciously.

"It's easy. Come here, I'll show you." He grabbed my hand, sending an immediate shiver down my spine at his contact and made me stand closely beside him whilst he showed me what to do without actually chopping it up, "Chop the ends off first, then peel the first layer off...chop it in half and then slice it. See, easy. I'll let you do it." He winked and handed me the knife, I gave him a death glare but took it reluctantly, stepping up to the chopping board and rolling the onion about.
"And watch your fingers. I would hate for you to cut yourself." He added.

I placed the knife on one end of the onion and began to try and slice the bugger off, "It's stuck..." I whimpered.

"What's stuck?" Bri turned around from cooking some chicken on the hob.

"The knife..."

He burst out laughing when he looked at the knife sticking out of the poor onion, "Put some welly into it!"

I sighed, grabbing the knife again and putting my weight on to it, eventually, that end sliced off but flung right across the kitchen when it did so.

"Oh, bollocks." I cringed, giggling and jogging over to retrieve it.

"Onions aren't supposed to fly..." Bri teased.

"I wondered why they didn't have wings." I answered sarcastically.

Luckily, chopping the other end off went more smoothly and so did peeling off the first layer.

I had a little difficulty cutting the bastard in half but soon I was very slowly and carefully slicing it up when I felt my eyes starting to sting and water. I tipped my head towards the ceiling, sniffing, trying to rid my eyes of the tears that were being produced because of the bloody onion. But nothing I did made it better and soon I had tears streaming down my face, "Ugh...fuck." I stepped away and turned around, fanning my face to dry it.

"Aww, is that onion really being that horrible to you?" Bri pretended to sympathise, a cheeky smile on his face whilst he came up to me.

"You made me do that on purpose." I pouted my lips, going to rub my eyes with my hand but Brian quickly stopped me.

"Don't rub your eyes, it'll make them worse. Here..." he gently lifted my chin a little and wiped away the little tears running down my cheeks with his thumb, his eyes, I noticed, falling to look down at my lips but only momentarily, whether it was because of the onion or simply him touching my face, my skin felt like it was burning after he touched it. It felt very intimate...it was nice...slightly awkward, but cute.

He looked into my eyes with his fingers still lifting my chin, my heart beating loudly in my ears as I couldn't tear my eyes away from his.

"I'll finish it. Thank you..." he whispered, a small smile dancing on his lips.

He let me go and stepped away to finish chopping up the onion, leaving me stood there in slight shock whilst I came back to reality.

"Umm...w-would you like a drink?" I asked shakily.

"Oh yes please, water will be fine."

"Water? I'm afraid I don't have any water." I grinned.

"What about in the taps?" He chuckled, knowing I was playing.

"No. I'm sorry the taps only dispense alcohol." I shrugged, getting out two bottles of beer.
"Would you like a glass?"

"No. The bottle will be fine." He shook his head grinning.

"There you are..." I said mischievously, placing the bottle in front of him after cracking off the cap.

I sat at one of the stools at the breakfast bar and watched him contently, he was actually quite graceful in the way he moved, he looked as if he knew exactly what he was doing when it came to the food and to me, a man who knew how to do every day things that I didn't, was somewhat of a turn on.

"Is it nearly ready? I'm starving!" I exclaimed, earning a grin from him.

"Ten minutes and it should be good to go."

Ten minutes. Ten minutes to possibly get some nitty gritty stuff out of him. I'd decided, it was the second date so really, I should get to know some juicy details? Even if I know them already, it's terribly fun to ask. But I didn't want to push him too far, I didn't want to ruin things.

"So, Brian. Have you ever had a boyfriend before?" I fought back a grin when I saw him glance at me quickly.

Of course, there was Charlie. And there was Rory. But was there anyone else?

Did I really want to know if there was? I'd be terribly jealous. Even more so than I am of those two. But if there had been another man to get Brians attention when I was dreaming about it, I'd try to not let it get to me, but I would be fucking green with envy.

"Yes."

"How many?" I asked.

He looked at me as if to say really? "Just the two."

Charlie and Rory. Thank fuck for that.

"How long was your longest relationship?" Surely these were the kinds of questions that were actually asked on a second date, it wasn't like I was asking him what his favourite sex position is...I'll save that for the third date.

Truthfully, I didn't know how long either of his relationships had lasted, I wasn't aware that he was having one with Rory back then so had no way of knowing and then with Charlie, I distanced myself so much from them, I didn't pay attention to how long they'd been together at all...all I knew was that it had seemed to go on for-fucking-ever.

"About...4 months?" He cringed.

"Oh, not that long then!" I answered, honestly surprised that it was such a short time.

"Mmm...don't think I could've coped for any longer. What about you? How many boyfriends have you had?" A smug little smile on his face.

"Oh. Umm...I wouldn't really say I've ever had a proper boyfriend." I hid my embarrassment by taking a swig of beer.

"You've never had a boyfriend?" He asked in disbelief, either he thought I was lying or was genuinely shocked.

"I wouldn't really class it as that, I would just call them flings. They were certainly not solid relationships." I explained, he seemed to take some understanding on board.

"So you've never been in a relationship?" His voice had softened a little.

I hesitated with my answer but went ahead anyway, "With a girl, yes. But never with a boy."

"Foods ready!" He answered with a quick change of the subject and placed two plates down on the kitchen table, turning back around to the carrier bag that he had brought in with him and digging out a candle and a lighter.

I looked at him in shock, "You are something of the romantic, Brian!" I gushed, fucking adoring this little gesture.

He lit the candle and placed it in the middle of the table where he then rushed around to a chair and pulled it out, "Sir..." he gestured to me, inviting me to sit, further impressing me.

"Oh, well thank you very much." I smirked, sitting down.

He proceeded to sit opposite me in the now dimmed lighting in the kitchen.
The two steaming plates of food in front of us, a gentle, warm, flickering candle between the two of us.

"It smells really nice." I drooled.

"You have to taste it first. I'm scared." He giggled bashfully.

"Okay..." I agreed, loading up my fork.
Immediately, wonderful flavours began to explode in my mouth, it was delicious, I wasn't aware that Brian could cook so well!

"Oh. That's fucking disgusting. I need more." I teased, laughing whilst eating more of the food.

He sighed in relief when he realised I was just kidding and then also began to eat too, "Not bad. Even if I do say so myself! How's the chicken?"

"Bloody yummy!" I praised, then realising that Brian had no meat in his.

"Shit...you're a vegetarian..." I suddenly remembered.

He chuckled, "Who told you that?" He teased.

He didn't eat meat yet he'd gone out of his way to cook it just for me! I felt honoured, it was only a little thing but he really didn't have to do that.

"You didn't have to cook it just for me, you know." I smiled.

"I wanted to." He shrugged.

We sat eating and enjoying the very tasty Thai food that Brian had made until he resumed the previous topic. After I thought he'd purposefully changed the subject as he didn't want to talk about it anymore...apparently I was wrong.

"So...h-how long did your relationship with the woman last?" He asked, sheepishly.

I smiled a little still staring down into my plate, I thought about it for a second, he did know about me and Mary...but he did seem interested, maybe it was the fact that I now favoured males it was hard to visualise me with a female...maybe, I don't know.

"About...a year and a bit, something like that..." I shrugged, still tucking into the food.

His eyes widened a little, "That's quite a while...what happened between you two?"

I smiled naughtily and stared at him, "Well, she didn't have a cock, Brian."

He snorted through laughing and put a hand to his face, shaking his head.

We were almost finished eating the food that I hoped Bri would make again as it was truly delicious whilst making conversation about other things rather than relationships when there was a knock on the door.

We both exchanged suspicious glances as we were not expecting anybody to pop round, the little reality check made us snap out of the role play and act normally.

"It could be Rog and Deaks..." Bri suggested.

It could be, awful of me but I was hoping that it wasn't. I was hoping it wasn't anyone that we knew, they would ruin everything.

Who ever it was were impatient and kept knocking.

I sighed grumpily, "I'll go and answer it."

"I'll clear the plates away." Bri offered.

I sulked my way to the door, ready to shut it in somebodies face if it was just a cold caller.

I swung the door open, "Oh no..." I rolled my eyes, speaking in a strop when I saw who it was.

"Freddie. Freddie, please. I need to speak to you."

"Sorry, Charlie. I'm incredibly busy." I murmured, trying to close the door but he hopped up the step and stood in the doorway.

"Please! I'll pay you the rent money, you can't take my house away!" He sounded desperate, nothing like the smug and arrogant bastard I knew he really was. He wasn't fooling me.

I put a hand on my hip and leaned against the door frame, "It's my house. I explained to you. You haven't paid for three fucking months. Three strikes and you're out, Charlie. End of." I hissed, not wanting Brian to hear.

"Freddie, I know we haven't seen eye to eye but you can't do this! I have nowhere to go!" He begged.

I glanced behind me hoping not to see Brian.

I sighed angrily, "Charlie. As much as I fucking hate you I am not low enough to make you homeless. I told you to go to the estate agents, they already have another place lined up for you. Goodbye."

I was about to close the door on him when I heard a voice behind me.

"What's going on?" Bri asked, not yet knowing that it was his ex at the door.

"Brian! Oh Brian, please tell him!" Charlie barged passed me and straight to Brian, throwing his arms around him.

"Charlie?! What are you doing here?!" He looked repulsed as he tried to peel him off of him.

"Help me, Brian! Freddie's throwing me out of the house!" He pretended to start crying.

I stood rubbing my temples.

"What?" Brian asked, looking at me in shock.

I shrugged, "He hasn't paid rent for three months. It's not my choice, it's what the contract says."

He looked back at a hysteric Charlie, "Well then that's your fault." He scolded.

I was taken aback, I was half expecting Brian to start sympathising with him.

"I have nowhere to go!" The cretin wailed, giving me a headache.

"Oh, for fuck sake..." I sighed, walking away and going upstairs, if I dealt with that thing any longer I would be arrested for assault.

I leaned against a wall in the hallway upstairs, trying to block out their voices.

The date was ruined. Brian was probably not going to be impressed with me now. He would most likely be angry. Why tonight? Of all nights? Why the fuck did he have to come round here in a state tonight?

Thankfully, I heard the door close and it was silent, sounded as if Brian had managed to get rid of him.

I hung my head down low and I heard him coming up the stairs, he walked up to me, I didn't look up at him.

"Freddie. Are you kicking him out?" He asked, sternly.

I nodded, "Nothing personal. It's in the contract."

"Nothing personal? Are you sure about that?" I could hear a little bit of amusement in his voice.

I finally looked up at him.

"Does he have somewhere to go?" He continued.

I nodded again, "Yes. I made sure of it."

"How far away?" He asked.

"Not far enough." I sulked.

He cracked into a little chuckle, "Are you sure you just didn't want him out of the way?"

I felt my face burning.

He carried on, "You didn't want him jeopardising anything, did you?"

I swallowed hard.

"You didn't want him anywhere near me..." he lifted my chin so that I would look at him, "...did you."

I stared into those eyes of his and shook my head.

He still had my chin caught in his finger tips and I watched his eyes dance about my face, he was tantalisingly close.

"It's not very nice though...is it?" He murmured.

"No...but he also hasn't paid his..."

His lips upon mine shut me up. He'd been slowly leaning forward whilst quizzing me, I was so worried I'd fucked things up that I had never noticed...until he started to kiss me.

His fingertips left my chin and travelled down to find my hand where he intertwined his fingers with mine, giving my hand a little squeeze.

My heart beat was so loud and rapid I was worried he'd hear it.

Instinctively, my eyes had closed and it took me a few seconds to register what was happening until I started to attempt to kiss him back.

It wasn't a full on snog, but it was more than just a peck. It was gentle, still a little tentative but it was so nice.

All too quickly he pulled away, although it had only lasted a handful of seconds it was far too short.

My first kiss.
My first proper kiss with a man.
It was perfect.

He pulled away slightly, leaving his face close to mine, I stared at him in disbelief, my jaw slightly hanging open, not quite letting myself believe that that had just happened.

He giggled very quietly, "I thought I'd never get rid of him..."

((A / N hello beauties <3 I'm so sorry for the slow update! I'm trying to focus on finishing Not So Secret Lover as I'm not really feeling that story at all so kinda want it over with. I also uploaded my first ever Queen imagine to my Imagines book so would mean a lot if you would give that one a read! Thanks for being so patient <3))