"Come on! We've only got an hour before they show up and I'm not being late to their party!" Freddie called from down the hall, half his jacket hanging off one of his arms and a lopsided toothbrush hanging out of his mouth.

"Oh speak for yourself Mr. I must have my hair absolutely perfect." Brian argued from their bedroom while he tried styling his own mess of curls to the best of his ability.

John stifled a soft laugh at the bickering between the other two, seeing as their argument would end as soon as they got to the party that was being thrown by one of Freddie's friends as a pointless get together that the four of them were invited to, even though John himself figured that only Freddie was invited, but he insisted that the rest be allowed to join.

"Hmm, come on babe, I don't wanna be late either." Roger hummed from behind him as he wrapped his arms around his waist just as he threw on his own shirt, his warm touch feeling extremely soothing along his still bare middle. Over the past few weeks, Roger had become increasingly clingy to him, never wanting to be apart and absolutely despising whenever they had to be, though he himself tried to keep those to a minimum since he too had grown to hate being apart from him. But now he looked just as boisterous as ever with a soft smile plastered upon his face while his eyes shined with adoration and pure joy. John couldn't help but to reciprocate the smile, pulling him out from behind him, and burying the side of his face into the crook of Roger's neck, hearing a soft giggle escape from the older man as he copied his earlier action and wrapped his arms around his smaller frame.

"Now you don't wanna be late? You originally didn't want to go." John told him.

"Well why would I want to be away from you for so long?"

John kissed the side of his neck, feeling Roger's body relax against his own, his hands meeting his as he pressed himself closer to his body.

"You go finish up," He told him softly, "I'll go wait out in the living room till then."

"Oh just stay here for a bit, no issue in that now is there?" He asked, looking over at him with a hopeful look in his eye as the rest of his face fell.

"You're only saying that because you wanna be a little show off while you get dressed yourself." He berated in a playful voice, hearing Roger snicker at his response.

"Guilty as charged, but where's the benefit of you waiting out there?"

"The benefit Rog, is that neither of us will spend more time than needed to get ready and we won't have Freddie breathing down our necks or have to put up with any of his complaining about how we made him late."

Roger muttered something under his breath and unwillingly let him pull away. Before he left the room, he added a quick peck on his cheek and whispered a gentle, "I love you." That earned a much heartier reciprocation back.

He left his lover to finish up and flopped down on the couch out in their living room, sighing in relief at the lack of any more shouts from their frontman now that he was slipping on his own shoes, his jacket actually on his body and the only evidence of the earlier toothbrush that was hanging out of his mouth was a small speck of foam at the corner of his mouth.

"You two sound like a bloody teenage couple every time you speak to one another!" Freddie said brightly, looking up from his sneakers and eyeing him with that devilish sparkle in his eye that always told him that he was getting in that damn mood in which he'd tell him that he'd figured yet another thing out about him or Roger.

"So?" He asked, "Like you and Bri weren't two little lovebirds yourselves when you first got together, hell you two still get like that."

"Oh, there's no issue. It's quite cute to be honest and you two are certainly acting like us and every fresh couple, but no one clings to someone like that unless something happened, perhaps something that you didn't want me or Bri to hear?" He suggested, leaning back into the couch and letting that ridiculous smirk of his spread across his face.

"Big surprise there." John replied, fighting back the blush that had started to creep up onto his face at the prospect of Freddie guessing that they had finally gotten busy with one another, which was in fact true, even though he didn't want to admit it to him. He had to agree with him there, Roger had been far clingier ever since they had made love for the first time, though the reason behind it he couldn't find. Whatever the reason was, he didn't mind it. Hell he absolutely relished the added attention from him and the ability that he could share it with him. There was nothing more that he wanted to do than to be at his side for as long as he could. Making love wasn't even that big of a factor, though Roger certainly had been up to doing it ever since their first time and it certainly was easier since.

"Darling you don't even need to say that you two shagged! It's plastered all over your faces plus that damn frustration that existed in the room whenever you two were next to each other finally disappeared as well. Roger's looked the happiest he's ever been in the past year and you look happier than I've seen you in a long, long time."

"How are you sure it's not just the fact that we've both finally found someone?"

This seemed to shut Freddie up for a few moments, giving him the illusion that he had actually beaten him in an argument. However, Freddie perked up and sighed loudly, folding his hands across his lap and leaning forward.

"Because love, you two aren't exactly quiet whenever you do it."

All the color drained from his face at Freddie's revelation, his jaw locking up while his eyes widened as well. Surely they hadn't been that loud, even if they did let a few occasional loud shouts escape, they couldn't have been loud enough for the other two to hear them. Plus, the first time the other two hadn't even been home!

"Don't worry, you've put up with both of ours for years. I honestly don't mind and Bri hasn't mentioned anything, so I'm gonna bet that he's alright with it."

He didn't respond yet, his voice not working properly as that blush he'd been trying to fight back spread through his face rather quickly. He had to admit, he and Roger had needed to put up with their many nights together and if they were even half as loud as Freddie, well then that was enough of an explanation as to why they could hear them. Freddie gave a hearty laugh, soon forcing one out of himself to try and make himself feel less awkward than he already was.

"Oh John it's just sex. From what I have heard, you do a lovely job and the way Roger looks the next morning tells me even more so."

"Lovely..." John replied, feeling a tad bit of pride at Freddie's remark, even though he honestly didn't want to have another conversation regarding sex with him ever again. Thankfully, Brian appeared out of the hallway, looking fully dressed himself, while fiddling around with the mess of curls on top of his head. Freddie abandoned his conversation with him and headed over to Brian, gently wrapping his arms around his lower body and whispering something into his ear. Brian nodded in response to whatever it was Freddie had just told him and followed him back over to the couch.

"Alright, so we've got time before Paul gets here to take us-" Freddie began.

"Prenter?" Brian interrupted, looking quite annoyed at the possibility that one of Freddie's new found friends would not just be accompanying them to the party, but would be responsible for getting them there.

"Yes Prenter." Freddie replied, "He'll just pick the four of us up and we'll head down there."

"Couldn't you get any other person to drive us? Hell why couldn't Roger just drive us? Or me, hell even John could drive!"

"Because, Bri, I found it rude to decline his offer of taking all four of us himself. I don't know why you don't like him-"

"Why? The guy is an absolute prat! He's far worse than you when it comes to parties and I'd bet half my money that he's done enough drugs to kill someone."

Freddie crossed his arms across his chest and glared at his boyfriend, "You don't have to spend the whole night with him. He's just driving us."

"Fred's got a point Bri." John interjected, earning a shocked glare from the two of them. In all honesty he didn't like Freddie's new friend either, and he had made sure that they knew that. He just had this odd air around him that just didn't mix with him, or any of them besides Freddie, but Brian was blowing this far too out of proportion with his complaining about simply driving with him for less than an hour and was acting completely ridiculous.

"Fine then." Brian replied bluntly, flopping back down onto the small chair while Freddie nestled himself back into his seat from a few moments before their short argument. He figured that the only reason why Brian had brought it up was because he was already high strung from his partner's earlier complaining about being late, but in a matter of seconds seemed much more relaxed now that he and Freddie were enjoying a little conversation between the two of them.

In less than five minutes, Roger came out of their room, still tugging on his coat while Freddie leapt up from his seat and headed over to the window on the opposite side of the room. Roger made his way over to the couch and laid down across it, placing his head in the middle of his lap and looking up at him with those big, arctic blue eyes of his from behind the dark lenses of his sunglasses.

"Oh why do you wear those things; I like seeing your eyes without anything to block 'em." John cooed, running his hand through Roger's hair as he looked back up at him.

"Because I quite like being able to see without wearing those ridiculous regular glasses. Least I look good with these."

"Hmm, you always look good."

"Ooh, Paul's here guys! Come on now, I don't want to be late." Freddie told them, Roger emitting a rather dissatisfied groan as he pushed himself up. He knew why, for Brian also seemed to be having the expected look of annoyance at having to once again hide his relationship with Freddie from the public. The two of them had easily done it for the past year, though neither looked pleased that they had to do so. Freddie had been persistent in the beginning to get him to show some kind of affection in public, but over time it had dulled down due to their guitarist's reluctance to saying anything to the public like he and Roger did.

However, now was one of the first times he would have to do it with Roger. Over the course of three months they hadn't gone out for any reason other than to go to little menial places that would require them to act as if they were close friends instead of actual partners. But not once had they been needed to go out for such a long duration of time in which they couldn't act like they wanted to. He despised having to do it, as did Roger, but it was all for safety measures. They'd all promised that they would keep quiet about what he had told them and his orientation and he was intent on making sure he kept silent. While he himself didn't want to come out either, it wasn't exactly fun to stray away from their typical behavior towards one another and he just didn't enjoy doing so. But it was all for his boyfriend. Roger was still absolutely petrified of the thought of having the public hear that not only was he not straight, but that he was in a relationship with another man already, something that would easily shatter the illusion that he was still straight in the public's eyes.

"Come on, it'll be fine." John told him once the other two were out of hearing distance.

"I know that." He said, his face looking more and more dissatisfied and slightly fearful with every step they took.

He stopped walking at the head of the staircase, grabbing one of Roger's wrists to hold him back. Roger turned back to look at him, his eyes starting to darken once again now that he'd be forced to let him go once again.

"You don't have to go. We can stay behind and the other two can head off to the party." He suggested.

"N-no...I don't want to seem rude. Not like we'll be able to avoid these parties forever."

John weakened his hold around Roger's wrist and looked down at him, seeing that determined spark come back to his eyes as he continued his sentence. "I said yes back when you asked me a few days ago and I'm not going to disappoint you or the other two."

"It'll be like it was for the past few years. Think of it like that. There's no need for us to be completely isolated from one another." John told him, trying to give a bit more reinforcement to Roger's determination to try and see what would happen. "And it's not like we've been cooped up inside the past few months. Think of it like when we went to the studio or even around the corner to one of those stores. There's nothing different." Besides the risk of being around probably dozens of Fred's friends who're all keening for some kind of gossip.

Roger didn't reply this time around, but did seem to like that idea more than however it was he had been imagining how this evening altogether. As they came down the stairs that led to the entrance to their building, he removed his hold around his partner's waist and followed their fellow bandmates out to the car that already had their singer in the passenger seat, rambling to his friend while Brian sat in the back, looking slightly uncomfortable with the lack of room. Without another word about the night ahead, he and Roger slipped into the remaining space and drove off.

...

Loud music thumping against the large room's walls, tables lined with assortments of food for guests to take at their disposal, dozens of topless girls, and guys, dancing with one another, and to top it off, a plentiful amount of flashing lights that continually changed color in the already darkened room. It was a party that could reach one of their own, though John figured that Freddie did have some kind of input on what was going to be there, and probably did lend a hand in paying for some of the items that were covering the tawdry room. They'd all gotten separated from one another. Freddie had long ago wandered off with Brian and Prenter to go chat with some other friends, though he guessed that Brian had left soon after that since he saw him with an entirely different group of people only a couple of minutes afterwards, chatting away with them as though he had no worries at all. Roger had been slightly hesitant to leave his side when they first got there, but eventually left on his own accord to go and explore the party himself and he hadn't seen him since, and he stuck to one of the less occupied spaces next to some of the treats laid out on one of the tables, only getting into some kind of conversation if someone spoke to him. He preferred the parties they threw as a group, at least then he'd know someone else besides the other three, but this crowd just wasn't for him. Rowdy, slightly obnoxious, and acting even more extravagant than their singer could at times. So many of them wore eyesores of outfits that glittered under the lights and looked far too flashy to look good. The only thing he figured he had in common with them was his taste in relationships but aside from that, there couldn't be a more polar opposite group for him to be stuck with.

He wanted to leave almost as soon as he entered, but knew that there was no way home and he certainly couldn't leave without Roger, whom he desperately hoped was doing alright among the cavalcade of random people. No one had alerted him yet and nothing disastrous had seemed to happen so all he could go with was that he was merely talking to someone or at least enjoying himself. But he couldn't shake the longing feeling to at least know where he was or if he was doing alright. Even a quick glimpse of his lover would settle his nerves for the time being.

To think he'd originally been worried about him having a hard time being apart from him when he hadn't even considered it from his own point of view. He absolutely hated this nagging feeling of worry and that yearning to be back by his side once again. But what could he even do if he saw him there? Run up to him and hold him close like they would back at their apartment? The mere idea of it, while intriguing, also seemed completely absurd. Yes, the people here would be better with them being in a relationship, but the chance of every single person remaining quiet about it were slimmer than them working with an American country group. Gossip with them about the littlest things spread like wildfire and the news that Freddie's two closest friends were gay and together would've been like winning the lottery to them.

It was nothing like when they went out like he had told him. Maybe it was to him, but for himself it was uncomfortably opposite. When they went out to those little shops or restaurants or whatever it may be, they'd been next to each other, completely able to engage in even the simplest of conversation, but they were with each other. That there was far better than having no one at his side to talk to and having to deal with that insatiable worry that shrouded his thoughts.

"John! There you are, been looking all over for you."

He jumped as a hand clamped down on his shoulder, turning around to see the slightly intoxicated gaze of their singer, another glass of some brightly colored cocktail in his free hand and his coat and t-shirt long gone, his previous thoughts about what he'd do if he found Roger blurring as he put some of his attention, and some of his worry, onto their frontman.

"Go chat with someone, there's plenty of people h-here to chat with. Or do something besides sit there! It's a party for fuck's sake!"

"I'm fine Fred, honestly." He replied, "You sure you're-"

"Ah, I'll get you a drink. There's this red one Paul's got them making and I've no idea what's in it but it tastes great."

And in an instant he vanished into the crowd behind him, the drunken tone cast over his actions bringing a smile to his face. Always one to please. He thought absentmindedly, turning back to quietly observe the people of the party.

For a quick moment, he thought he had caught sight of his boyfriend among the crowd, but whoever it would've been had disappeared, bringing his spirits back down. He would've thought that Roger would've clung to his side like he did back at their apartment, but instead he seemed to be really getting back to his old nature of his outgoingness and overall socialite behavior. It was both heartwarming and upsetting, though the latter was more on his end. While it was true that he tended to stay by his side at any get together they went to, he never sat there the entire time. But it had been far easier then than it was now. At least back then he had been stuck in that area of not knowing what it was like and was left to his own imagination of what could be. Now it was a reality and it'd been taken away from him, even if it was for a few short hours.

"Here, try this." Freddie told him as he came up from behind him, handing him a small glass of some dark purple colored cocktail.

"That one's got some kind of vodka in it. I quite like it and you look like you need a mood enhancer." He said, bringing his own new drink up to indicate that it had worked for him.

"And if you're worried about Roger, go to the opposite side of the room, he's been blabbering with a few people for the past hour."

He looked over at him, still completely baffled at the older man's ability to detect what could be bothering someone and just his scary ability to read people like an open book. He gave a nod of appreciation as a response and earned a soft smile back, Freddie giving a soft pat on his back before soon retreating to his own group of friends. The drink he'd shoved into his hand suddenly seemed far more enticing now that he wasn't completely plagued with worry over his lover's location and situation.

By the time he'd started heading over to where Freddie had indicated Roger should be, half the glass was empty of the berry flavored cocktail and some of his energy had ended up coming back from a renewed excitement to see his partner again. At least if he knew that he was doing alright, he could at least try to enjoy this kind of party and actually do something that night and not act like some moody teenager.

"Get your hands off of me!" Someone shouted.

John looked over the group of people and turned towards the voice along with many others surrounding him. Prenter suddenly ducked as someone threw their drink, the glass crashing against the wall as some of its contents fell onto him while the shards shattered against the floor as they came back down to the floor. Roger was soon on top of him, pushing Prenter up against the wall of the room where he'd thrown his glass, tightly gripping his shirt and looking as though he would attack him any second. Out of pure instinct, he rushed through the group of people and grabbed the back of Roger's shirt just as he was raising one of his hands to land a blow on Prenter's jaw. He wrapped one of his arms around his waist to keep him from lunging back at him and to keep him in place while he struggled against his grip, forcing his raised hand back down to his side while he continued to try and lunge at Freddie's friend.

"Selfish...Arrogant...Prat-" Roger spat, stretching out his free hand to try and grab Prenter's shirt once again.

"Roger, stop-" John began.

"Get a hold on that immature prick you've got for a drummer Deacon! Hell like any of you have the sense to not bring that out in public!" Prenter snapped.

"Immature?!"

"He's just acting up right now-Roger stop it!" John started, turning his attention to Prenter who tore his focus away from his writhing boyfriend.

"You're defending him?"

"Of course-" He began, immediately regretting his choice of words at the outraged look that came onto Prenter's face.

"Like any of you have even the slightest bit of sense." Prenter seethed, flashing a vicious look back at Roger, who was now fuming at his words and whom he was considering letting go after his slight insult. However, he instead bit back the rest of his sentence regarding how he was the one acting like a child at the moment and watched him storm off to the back of the room, Roger's fighting finally stopping as he stood still, hands clenched into fists and his enraged glare still focused on Prenter's direction.

"He's trying to make you look like the bad one, regardless if you started it or if he did. Come on, Fred's told me about this red cocktail they've got here and we can try it out." John told him in a hushed voice, watching him as he turned to look at him, the fire in his eyes immediately cooling as his body relaxed against his touch.

"Fine then. Just for the record he did start it. Acting like some pompous prick who can say whatever he wants."

"Well no one'll argue with you on that." He said, earning a soft snigger from his lover as they headed over to grab one of the many drinks that were laid out on the nearby table, ranging from clear, white, all the way to what looked like a dark, almost black, color that he assumed could simply have been a dark glass of wine not served in a wine glass.

"You have any idea how long I've been trying to find you among these people." Roger whispered out of nowhere. "God you'd think you'd stand out among these outfits with that on."

He grabbed one of the yellow colored blends and looked over at him. Despite the smile plastered on his face and the fact that those sunglasses he had on were obstructing any emotions that would be stirring around in his eyes, the obvious longing in his voice brought a pang of guilt that made him want to wrap him in a tight embrace and apologize.

Instead he laughed back, "Like you were standing out either." He replied, bringing his voice down and whispering into his ear, "I've been worried sick all night."

"Oh come off it...We're fine." Roger began, letting out a long sigh and grabbing one of the freshly made red cocktails that Freddie had mentioned, "C-come on, let's grab that table back there before more of the gaudy queens take it."

...

The next few hours seemed to go by far quicker than the first, mainly because Roger had both wandered next to and away from his side and during his visits started up a conversation with him. The energy had started slowing, but some people still seemed to have that unnatural boundless vitality that told him they'd taken something to keep going for a longer time. The clock was starting to tick closer and closer to two in the morning, Freddie seemed utterly wasted by this point, but, mainly because Brian was now stuck to his side, hadn't had any other substances besides any food or water he gave him, even more so since he'd gotten sick roughly an hour before. As for himself, his senses had only slowed from the drinks he'd taken in a while back and were slowly coming back to him now. The time in which he had been under alcohol's spell it'd been mainly a bunch of rather drunken dancing and nearly crashing into one of the drink tables.

He grabbed one of the remaining drinks, deciding to take one of the multicolored ones and headed back out to the crowd of people that had shrunk, though only by a small amount. Majority of the people were still there, gossiping away as though it were the start of the party while others were sticking to not moving at all or else risking getting sick like their singer had. He assumed that Prenter was still there, seeing as it was his party, though he hadn't caught sight of him since around midnight, in which he'd given a rotten glare before turning his back to the group of people he had been talking with. 

A sudden grab around his waist made him jump, causing some of the drink to spill out onto his hand. He shook some of the substance off and turned to look behind him, seeing the giggling face of their drummer whose sunglasses were now hanging lopsided across his face along with one of the strings from one of the decorations tangled into his hair.

"Found you again babe." He teased, making him flush a bright shade of pink, "Follow me, I wanna talk to you for a moment."

He eyed his lover, seeing only a faint red tinge around his eyes that was telling him that he was either recovering from his own drinking or had started it back up again, though from the way he sounded, it seemed to be the former. He followed Roger's tugging at his shirt down one of the hallways and threw open one of the doors, a faint light flickering on and brightening up to a cluttered broom closet.

"Why do you want-" John began, Roger immediately pushing him in and closing the door behind him.

"Did Freddie put you up to this because if he wants us to talk-" John said, the experience of being locked in the back room of their studio still relatively vivid in his mind and the idea of needing to recreate anything similar to that in a broom closet in which hundreds of people were only a few meters away was something he was not keen on doing.

However, Roger said nothing and threw down the barely empty bottle of beer he'd been drinking out of and lunged at him, his glasses now falling off in the process and his mouth latching onto his own. His body acted before his mind could even comprehend what had happened, his arms wrapping themselves around Roger's middle and pulling him closer so that his body was pressed against his while he responded to his lover's surprisingly soft kiss. His longing began coming to the surface, his hands moving around Roger's back so that he could just feel his body again after having to endure hours of barely any intimacy. Neither of them moved for a couple of moments, his mind blocking out the music in the other room and tuning in to Roger's slow breathing, the mysterious taste of the mixture of alcohols he'd had throughout the night swirling around in his mouth and tainting his hot breath, and the mere touch of his hands that were tightly gripping the front of his shirt were all making his heart soar within his chest.

And as quickly as it had started, Roger pulled back and laid his head against his chest, one of his own hands moving up from the base of his spine and entangling itself in his messy hair.

"It's boring without you."

"Like it's such a riot for me."

He felt Roger's mouth twitch up for a moment before falling back down. "I missed you so much. I wish I could be next to you out there."

"I do too but we've both go to be ready to let everyone else know."

He felt Roger shudder at his words, the immediate tighter grip and burying of his head into his shirt telling him his opinion on saying a word of this to anyone. He cupped the side of his lover's face, his eyes fluttering against his shirt as he stroked his cheek with his thumb and tilted it back so that he could look at him. Those big blue eyes were full of uncertainty and anxiousness yet still held that slightly drunken haze that made them look unfocused on the situation at hand. He leaned back in and pulled him into the kiss they had previously shared. In the heat of the moment, John brought his hands down to the small of Roger's back, his lover immediately responding with a vigorous tug at his shirt and bringing him back against one of the shelves that lined the walls, the loud noise of bottles and buckets shaking or falling down onto the metal ringing through the small space while one of the brooms came crashing down to the floor. Roger apparently didn't care, he was still locked up in their kiss, one that he was eagerly trying to speed up while adding a few gratuitous prods of his lower body against his own.

"Come on, let's try a different area for once." Roger said in a low voice.

"W-what? Roger no." John replied as he pushed back.

"Like anyone's going to hear with all that going on."

"Roger. No. The music could stop at any moment and there's the chance of someone walking past this and just so many other things that could happen a-and, just...Not here." John told him sternly, seeing him shrink back at his harsh tone.

"N-no don't think that...I'm sorry but, no." John said softly, "You don't want anyone to hear, right?"

Roger nodded, now breaking his gaze away from his and looking shamefully down at the ground.

"Oh n-no don't look like that...There's too many people out there and neither of us wants that to happen. You wouldn't even want Fred or Bri to hear, let alone a crowd of strangers." He paused and bent down, lowering his voice to one that was just barely above a whisper, "We'll do something at home, alright? The other two'll be knocked out and we can properly do it."

Roger released his hold around his shirt and looked back up at him, John smiling in response to his silent plead for forgiveness. At that moment, he pulled him close once more, feeling him lay the side of his face against the crook of his neck as he ran his hand along his back, the gentle thumping of his heart making him hold him closer.

"I love you." Roger told him softly.

"And I love you." John reciprocated, feeling a small wet spot form on the shoulder of his shirt just as his boyfriend pulled away. "Awh, don't cry Roger, please. Come now, we can't say anything about us being boyfriends but at least we can spend time together. Let's get back out there, we don't need the other two worrying where we've went off to."

Roger released him once again, John bending down to grab his sunglasses from the ground while kicking aside some of the shards of glass from his partner's shattered bottle of alcohol that he'd brought in. He wiped a stray tear off of Roger's cheek and slipped them back on to his face, letting his hand run through his hair while he untangled a long, red streamer that had somehow made its way into his hair. He gave a quick huff of laughter and let it fall back to the ground. Roger followed him out of the room, the sudden loud noise of the music sounding irritating and unwanted after he'd taken some quiet time with his lover in the sanctity of the closet. Thankfully, no one seemed to have noticed their disappearance as they were all still dancing or talking like they had been before they'd vanished for however long they had gone in there.

"Just a bit longer then we'll be home." John told him in a quiet voice.

"Well how exactly are we going to get home? I doubt Prenter'll drive us after my 'attack' on him."

"I'll get a cab or something. It's easier than dealing with him on the way back too. Plus, I doubt he's sober enough to drive safely."

"You two vanish way too much." A familiar voice said from behind them.

John looked back and saw their guitarist looking down at both of them, Freddie clinging to his side and drunkenly smiling back at the both of them.

"It's 'cause they got frisky in the closet back there." Freddie said in a drunken whisper. "Quick little blowjobs in the closet!"

"Shut up." Roger hissed, his face paling as he looked around to see if anyone had heard their singer's slip up.

"It's a joke Rog, like anyone's gonna think you're gay." Freddie replied, shooting that devilish grin back at them before his face fell, "Why are we even going back home? I'm perfectly fine."

"Because you've gotten sick roughly twice this whole night and I'm not going to watch you like you're some child." Brian berated, "Now where's Prenter?"

"Well we might need another way home. Unless you forgot, or just didn't know, our drummer got into a little fight with him earlier and I don't think he's too keen on driving us back home now."

"Really? I'd just spoken to him. He said he's ready to drive us back whenever. Seemed in a right good mood too. Maybe someone blew him and he's all giddy now." Freddie piped, giggling at his own joke a moment later before wrapping his arm around his stomach.

Whatever the actual case for Prenter's sudden mood change towards he and Roger, John decided to take it. As Freddie had said, he had become happier since his last encounter with him and seemed perfectly fine to drive them back home. But he and Roger declined, saying that he could take the other two home instead since Roger didn't seem too keen on being in the same car as him and he strongly agreed. If he let any kind of sly comment come by regarding Roger's behavior, he would've been the one to lunge at him before Roger could even ball up his fist. He promptly called a cab, the other two saying that they'd wait until it arrived before having Prenter drive them back. He sat close to Roger, quietly whispering soothing encouragements about how they'd both be alright and making sure that he knew he'd protect him until his dying breath. Yet even with all that, Roger still was deathly quiet, his gaze flashing around the whole party to make sure no one would come over and shout anything regarding what they might have heard.

In no less than fifteen minutes, a cab was ready outside, Brian practically dragging his boyfriend over to Prenter's car and letting him nuzzle himself next to him in his nearly unconscious state. He and Roger headed over to the cab, quickly giving the cab driver their address, and took off right after Prenter. Roger laid his head against the opposite window of the back seat. Roger had become sullen and reserved the entire drive home, his eyes looking dark and unfocused from behind the shades of his sunglasses, immediately throwing him back to a few months prior. He moved his hand over and ran it along his partner's hand, seeing him look away from the window and right at him. John gave a nearly invisible nod before Roger sighed in response, turning back to the window and resuming whatever it was he had been thinking about.

Had Freddie's comment gotten to him? If so, he'd mention it to him tomorrow because trying to say anything to him after he did wake up would result in immature responses and no memory of it the next day. If it wasn't that, what had it been? Surely he hadn't brought this mood onto him from what happened earlier when Roger dragged him into the closet to spend a few moments with him. What could he have done? Said yes and risk either harming him from the location and the lack of any proper preparation again or even have to chance having any soul hearing them in there. Had that been it? Merely mentioning the risk of someone hearing them? Was it his fault once again for putting him in this upsetting mood? His heart sunk in his chest as he looked back over at him, feeling the sudden urge to apologize and take him back into his arms rise up and slowly fall away, knowing that if he acted upon that, only more problems would occur.

He leant over to his lover, seeing both that infatuated vigor mix into his confused gaze as he told him in a quiet voice, "You're safe, trust me. I'm not letting anyone ever hurt you, especially a low life like Prenter."

Once again he got a weak nod from his boyfriend but also got a weak smile as he sighed loudly. He glanced over at the cab driver, seeing him look completely unaware and uninterested in their short conversation, making him feel extremely relieved that he hadn't heard anything that they'd said. God he hated seeing him look so hurt, so confused, and just so lost regarding whatever it was that was storming through his mind at the time. He wanted to help him, to give him more than the simple "it's gonna be alright" or any variations of that. He couldn't bear him looking even the slightest bit upset and all he wished was that he could do more right now without having to worry about any glares from the driver or anyone at all.

The time came when they finally got back home. Freddie bid his friend goodbye before leaning back onto his boyfriend for support while he quickly paid the cab driver the required fee. Brian was practically dragging his partner up the stairs while Roger shifted closer to him, immediately interlocking his arm with his and burying his face into the side of his arm. There was such a small chance that someone else would see them this late at night and John was glad to feel his lover relax even more with each step they made towards the sanctity of their apartment.

"Why's there so many lights..." Freddie muttered weakly, even though the hallway was fairly dim for the time being.

"I'll shut them off in a moment, but let's get inside first." Brian replied as he opened the door.

And as soon as they did enter, John ushered him down the hall, leaving the other two to whatever it was they were going to do for the rest of the night. He pulled him into their room and closed the door behind them, looking down to see the mottled gaze of his lover as he sat down on their bed.

"How're you doing?" He asked, seeing Roger look back up at him as soon as the words left his mouth.

"M-me? Oh, fine. Fred's right," Roger began, adding a quick huff of laughter in between his words, "Like anyone was gonna believe that with the amount of broads they'd seen me with. That and Fred's hammered as all hell, they'd think he's just screwing around like he always does. B-blowjobs in a closet. R-ridiculous..."

"Did I say anything?" He asked again, feeling only slightly relieved knowing that their singer's comment wasn't what was bothering him.

"You?" Roger began, "Never. You were right, I-I was just acting off the alcohol...again." He finished, adding a weak laugh at the end of his sentence to try and lighten the mood.

"Please just understand that I'm going to do everything to keep you safe. I promise. I love you too much to even imagine you-" John began.

Roger cut him off immediately, his lips meeting his in a quick, gentle gesture, his hands resting softly atop his legs and lightly moving across him. He pulled back and rested his head against his while his eyes slid open to meet his gaze. "I know you will. I trust you more than you can imagine. I was scared earlier but...we're home now, nothing can hurt us here."

Those few words brought an immeasurable amount of relief to him as he saw Roger flash a genuine smile his way before he fell back onto their mattress, his arms laying outstretched across the duvet as he looked up at the ceiling. John smiled softly, glad to see that his eyes were back to their usual brightness as he jumped onto the bed with him, seeing his lover's body rise up a few inches before falling back down on top. Roger broke out into a fit of laughter that made him fall into his own as well.

He hummed softly and wrapped his arms around his partner while he was still softly giggling to himself, his laughter faltering at his touch before he fell limp in his arms, letting himself get dragged closer to him. God if he could just see know how he saw him through his own eyes, just to get the same rush of pure affection that he did whenever he laughed or even smiled, the tug at his heartstrings whenever he told him something sweet, though that always paled to the surge of love he felt whenever he told him that he loved him. To show him how he felt at seeing that lovely face of his. Those wide, arctic eyes of his that resembled the hottest of flames when he was excited or determined, the cute mess of blond hair that he loved to play around with, and the little smile he pulled in which he'd stick his tongue between his teeth that made his heart flutter with adoration.

He felt Roger push himself closer, his eyes still unwavering from the wall in front of them as he moved his hand down to meet his. His whole surroundings seemed to blur before him as he focused in on his lover. Years and years he had to wait to get to this point of merely sitting alone with him, nothing to bother them and everything to remain as sweet and serene as it had been for the few months. To finally have Roger, his Roger, here beside him, his body completely relaxed against his own and looking as beautiful as ever.

"Did you grab a roll of mints or are you just happy to see me?" Roger asked with a smirk, pressing his lower body even closer to his.

John shook his head to get out of his stupor, completely unaware of the tightness in his trousers at the moment as he suddenly lifted his hips off of his lover, hearing him snigger a moment later before sighing loudly. He looked so peaceful for the time being, that being such a contrast to his earlier energy and the quick moment of anger that seemed like ages ago. Now he was back in his arms, his relaxed body giving the more primal parts of his subconscious the idea that he was perfectly okay with him taking him once again. 

"You know I've still got to fulfill that promise I made to you back at the party." John told him quietly as he moved his hands down to the waistband of Roger's trousers.

"And don't think I'll let you go without doing it you naughty thing."

Roger rolled over to face him, the muted shadows of lust hiding beneath the fiery sparkle of love were just starting to come to the surface. He didn't even stop to think before pulling him closer and planting one kiss upon his lips, Roger immediately taking the hint that they were starting and tugging him close enough so that he could feel his chest pressed against his, the synchronized beating of his heart matching his own.

"God if only you knew how much I loved you." Roger whispered breathlessly when he pulled away.

John's heart melted in his chest as he pulled him closer, wanting nothing more than every inch of their bodies to touch and for them to never separate. He could never imagine losing him now that he had him to himself and nobody else. John led the two of them to the head of their bed, climbing up on top of his lover and looking down at him before feeling a small smirk form across his face.

"Like it could ever compare to what I feel for you."

He watched as Roger's gaze softened before him as he dove back down into their kiss, each of their hands making their way to the other's. This is what he wanted his whole life, to be able to be with the man he loved and to feel as safe as he ever could while also feeling the happiest he ever could. They met each other's gaze once more, loving grey meeting lustful blue before they each let the fire in their bodies take over that night.