Roger's P.O.V.

A huff of frustration left my body as Freddie stormed out of my room after that little tiff.

I quietly growled as I span around to go after him, going against my better instinct as I wanted to be stubborn and hold my ground but deep down I knew Fred was right. I needed to grow some balls.

I went down the corridor and pushed open his bedroom door.

"You're supposed to knock, Roger." He mumbled mockingly as his back was turned to me.

I glared at his back, "Fred don't give me attitude."

He span quickly, his jaw tight, something he did when he was annoyed. "Attitude? You're the one giving me attitude, dear, I'm just giving it back." He shrugged smugly.

I clenched my fists to keep the rage down. He had started to saunter towards me as if he was ready for a battle.

"Fred, please. Let's not argue when we've just moved in together?" I sounded a bit more desperate than I was anticipating.

"I'm not arguing. I was just trying to help, but you got all defensive and arrogant, so I gave up." His tone of voice was purposefully making me more irritated, he walked past me and out of his room and I raced after him, like a girlfriend trying to grovel to her boyfriend after a quarrel but he pretended I wasn't there.

I finally stopped before hesitating a little, willing my tongue to work to make some kind of word as he carried on walking away from me.

"I'm sorry...I-I'm scared." I forced out defeatedly.

I watched him stop immediately but kept his back to me for a further few agonising seconds. He slowly span on his heel and we stared at each other from opposite ends of the hallway.

"Say it again." He muttered in a monotone voice.

"I'm sorry." I said with a little more ease.

"No. The last part." He said in the same voice.

I sighed in defeat, "I'm scared."

He began walking towards me again, a little smug smirk on his face, he walked past me again, our shoulders brushing, "Come with me." He ordered and I obeyed. "Sit down." He said as we both went back into his room. "I bloody hope my bedroom isn't going to turn into some kind of therapy suite." He giggled lightly as he sat at the pillow end of his bed and patted the opposite end for me to sit at.

"Wh-what do you mean?" I asked shyly, taking a seat.

"I can see this being the place I sort out everybody's problems." He stated matter of factly. "So." He shrugged, "Why are you scared? What are you scared of?" He asked.

I groaned, I'd been keeping my worrisome thoughts to myself over this last month having already thought I'd overused Fred in this situation and he was getting tired of it. But I knew he was the only one to help.

"I don't know..." I lied.
I do know.

"Don't lie. You do know." Sometimes I think he can actually mind read.

"Its just...I don't know what to do..." I admitted.

He raised an eyebrow trying decode my answer.

"About asking John out or?" He pushed.

"No. Well, yes but. That's not the biggie. I want to ask him out, I know he'll say yes and, well I hope he would but...what I mean is, I don't know what to do in...in a relationship...with another man." I was staring down at my lap twiddling with my thumbs.

"Did you know what to do when you got your first girlfriend, Rog?" Fred asked, another little smirk lingering on his lips.

I glanced at him and shook my head.

"You figured it out though, right?" He hinted making me break into a smile.
I nodded giggling.

"Then what's the bloody difference, you daft sod. You'll be fine. It's the exact same. Just with another dick involved. You'll find your feet, it'll come naturally if anything." He smiled at me sincerely.

"What about...umm, you know. Kissing and...other stuff." My voice trailed off as a blush crept across my cheeks surely taking them over as I licked my lips in embarrassment.

I glanced up at him which was a mistake. He was looking at me, biting his lip with a smile and amusement and excitement almost spilling out of him.
He let out a single, almost silent laugh before his teeth let go of his lip and a big grin replaced it. "Am I the chosen one to have 'The Talk' with you?" He had to try so hard to keep back his excitable laughter.

I closed my eyes as my cheeks throbbed with humiliation.
"I guess so..." I whispered.

His head was back as he was grinning to himself, "Why the fuck am I embarrassed now?" He muttered as he continued to chuckle nervously, making me feel a little less on edge. "Umm okay." He cleared his throat, "What...what do you want to know?" He asked, starting to bite his nail.

I shrugged not knowing where to start, "What's...whats kissing another man like?"

He kicked his lips, another grin spreading across his face, his eyes lighting up. Perhaps he was remembering the times he's kissed someone.

"Well. This is awkward. Believe it or not, Roger....I have never kissed a man. Only women. Only Mary." It was his turn now to have red cheeks.

I was taken aback, "What?! What do you mean?" I begged.

He laughed bashfully, momentarily hiding his face and putting a hand over his mouth to hide his smile. I wish he wouldn't do that.

Freddie came out as gay to us a couple of years ago, after he and Mary had broken up. Since then he's been a fuck machine. Surely he must have kissed someone.

He raised his hands and let them fall again onto his thighs, "I have a rule. I fuck people but I don't kiss them. And they're not allowed to kiss me either. Kissing is for two people who are in relationships, in my opinion it's more...loving and intimate than a quick fuck. I've been saving my lips for someone I'm in a relationship with." A cringed look on his face as he explained.

I never expected that from Freddie! He really was a bit of a romantic.

"You soft bastard. Saving them for...Brian?" I said in a hushed tone, smiling once more.

He blushed again and chuckled nervously, "Maybe. Or somebody else that happens to come along...but enough about me. What else do you want to know?" He asked.

I smiled at that little bit of innocence that shined through, only a little bit because...well. Freddie was hardly innocent.

"What about...sexual stuff. What's that like?" I buried my face in my hand as a hot flush took over me and my palms got sweaty just thinking about it.

"Foreplay? Or sex?" He quizzed, quite clearly enjoying this conversation.

I groaned, "Ugh Fred. I-I don't know! Both?" I looked towards the door hoping to god nobody had been standing outside listening this whole time.

"Well foreplay is almost the same apart from you'll have your hand wrapped around another mans dick. And you'll have a man grabbing...or sucking your dick." He cackled slapping his hands together as he quite obviously was reading my face of terror. "Don't worry Roger. If you think about it too much now you'll just put yourself off, when it comes down to the moment you'll go into automatic mode and you'll just do it without thinking about it! Obviously it will take a lot of practice to get as good as me though but..." he winked and grabbed my sweaty hand. "Stop fucking worrying. When you've done something with John you'll kick yourself for worrying so much because all you'll think about after will be how bloody good it was. Trust me." I finally looked up into his shining eyes, still, a playful smile on his face.

As much as the prospect made me a trembling wreck there was a mother part of my brain that had been constantly creating images in my head whilst Fred had been explaining. Images with me and John...finally together...in bed.

"And as for the sex. Well." He leaned back again, a strong mischievous tint to his voice.

"Does it hurt?" I blurted out, turning even more red if that was possible.

He blushed again and licked his lips before looking down for a few seconds and then looking back at me. He shrugged, "Yes. For the first few times. Then you won't ever look back." He bit his lip and raised his eyebrows which made a shiver of anticipation run through me. "You could do yourself a favour and prepare yourself a little but..."

My eyes widened, "Prepare?" I queried.

He snickered, "Anal play." He said so calmly as if we were talking about what our favourite colour was.

I slapped a hand to my face to cover the traumatised embarrassment all the while I could hear Fred quietly giggling away, the bed slightly bouncing from his body moving from his giggle fit.
"You'll thank me later." He laughed again.

I recoiled from my position and straightened back up, removing my hand and fanning myself with it, I had gotten extremely warm.

Of course, Fred's laughter began again as he saw the state of me and began to fan me too.

"Any more questions?" He asked.

I shook my head, "I don't think I can take anymore." Then I thought of something that I was interested in but I just wanted to be nosey, maybe embarrass Freddie in a way he just did me. "Wait. Maybe one more." I side smiled.

"Shoot."

"Do you go top or bottom?" I couldn't help a grin forming.

His face fell a little and his eyes widened, he pulled a shocked type of smile where his teeth overlapped his bottom lip, he soon covered them up though.

"Umm..." he cleared his throat. "It...depends." He shook his head and shrugged whilst avoiding eye contact.

"Come on." I pushed, jabbing him in the leg.

He groaned and pushed his hair out of his face, staring at the bed sheets between us. "Top...mostly...I do the-the fucking but...sometimes I-I'll take it..." His hand was over his mouth again as he had doubled over from his sitting position, soon both hands were over his face, covering it.

He told us about his sex life almost daily, why was he so shy about this?!

I ruffled his hair, I was the one to be giggling now. "I have no more questions." I said sounding quite pleased with myself.

He got up off the bed and went towards his window, looking out, I could see there was still a shy, adorable smile on his face, "Good. You have to promise that I'll be the first one to tell when you and John fuck." He smirked at me naughtily.

"If." I replied.

"Oh come off it Roger, you know it's not an if but a when."

"But yes. You'll be the first to know Fred. I'll probably come running in here thinking I'm fucking pregnant."

He exploded with loud laughter, clapping his hands.

"Ohh dear Rog. You innocent little thing. Shall we go downstairs?" He asked.

I nodded and followed him out and down the stairs. We entered the living room and was met by Brian and John lounging on the sofa, their eyes glued to the TV.

"Oh brilliant. You got the telly working then?" Fred beamed, jumping on the sofa next to Bri.

"Yeah it was easy! Just needed a new fuse." Bri smiled.

I glanced at John and took a seat next to him. It was almost as if I could feel his aura radiating from him. I had to try so very hard to stop the images popping up in my head again. Now Freddie had explained things to me...I wanted to do them more.

Wanted to strip Deaky of his clothes and see what's lying underneath. I wanted to...fuck him. So badly. I wanted to make him groan my name, I wanted to make his forehead glisten with sexual sweat...I wanted to make him...

"Rog?"

My eyes snapped up from my stare on the carpet.

"Are you alright?" The voice said again.

I turned and met John's quizzical stare.
I nodded quickly, "Yeah. Fine." I lied through gritted teeth.

"Darlings. Who wants champagne?!" Fred suddenly shrieked from the kitchen, holding onto bottles of Moët and some glasses.

"Where did this come from?" Bri asked as he got up, making his way over to Freddie.

"I picked it up when I went to the shops earlier. A little treat." He smirked as he popped the cork and poured the bubbly into the glasses.

Myself and John also went over and he slid us our glasses.

"A toast! To our new house, new beginnings and saving a fuck tonne of money!" Fred laughed, lifting his glass up.

"Cheers to that!" Bri responded as we clinked our glasses together and drank.

I watched John tentatively as I took a sip. His eyes shining and his lips smiling. His laughter echoing in my ears.

We all returned to the sofa where we lightly conversed whilst watching some nonsense that was on the TV.
I kept catching Fred's eye and each time he had to fight back an embarrassed little smile whilst immediately looking away from me.

"Well. I think I'm going to go to bed! I'm bloody buggered!" Bri stated as he got up, stretching his long body. I glanced at Fred to see him looking longingly at Bri, his eyes aching and no doubt his heart too.

"I think I might too." I decided, standing up also and popping my champagne glass into the washing up bowl in the kitchen.

"Yes. I think I'll join." Fred yawned.

"Well I'm not staying down here on my own." John smiled as he was the last to rise from the sofa.

"Well isn't this cute, all going to bed together." Freddie chuckled, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed against his chest as he waited for the three of us.

"We're are so romantic." Brian said sarcastically making us all giggle.

After we had all followed each other up the stairs and either gotten changed into our pyjamas or brushed our teeth in one of the two bathrooms...we all retired to our separate bedrooms to spend our first night in our new house.

"Goodnight boys! I love you all." I heard Fred call as he entered his room.

Brian and John both called "Night!" in unison.

"Night, Fred!" I shouted after.

"Roger." I heard his voice again, his room was across from mine a little further down the hallway. I poked my head out of my door to see him standing in just his boxers. No shirt on.

"What?" I asked, trying not to stare.

"I hope our conversation earlier doesn't cause you a wet dream." He said in a hushed tone before his head tipped back and he let out a silent round of laughs.

I shot him daggers with my eyes before he went into his room and closed his door, I did the same, climbing into bed, turning off the lights and trying to get some sleep.

Trying.