"But, Fred! We can't just let this happen!"

John had been ranting and complaining for the past twenty minutes, ever since Freddie returned from the party. He was pacing back and forth in front of the two beds, while the older man was sitting on his own bed, leaning against the headboard. He was still quite drunk, and could feel a headache coming on as each minute passed.

Freddie nodded every once in awhile, just to at least pretend like he was listening, giving John the occasional "mhm".

"Brian's never like this, he hardly ever looks at other girls. How could he do a thing like this to Chrissie?" John shook his head and stopped in the middle of the floor to pinch the bridge of his nose between his fingers.

Freddie chuckled, closing his eyes with a sigh. "Well, you didn't hear this from me, but Roger is prettier than about ninety percent of the female population.." He coughed, lowering his voice. "..Chrissie included."

John looked up with wide eyes. "But how?! His whole life could be ruined now!"

"Deaky, he's merely letting off steam, it's completely natural-"

"Natural to cheat on your wife with your bandmate?" John raised his eyebrows, an accusing look on his face as he stared Freddie down.

"Darling, don't worry. Chances are, this will go nowhere. They're just doing each other a favor, they're not going to run away to Tahiti or something." Freddie stood up and went up to the bassist, his tired eyes kind and soft. "Don't overreact about this, Johnny. Brian and Roger are two adults, and they know what they're doing."

Freddie didn't quite believe it himself, after all, as far as he knew, neither had ever been with a man before. Well, for all I know, Brian could've spent the past decade thinking Roger was a girl! Freddie thought to himself. But that's besides the point. The singer was certain this was a one-time thing, and wouldn't have any meaning once the tour was over.

"You're right.., I am overreacting.." John shook his head and sighed, sitting down at the edge of his bed. "Everything'll be all right, I just worry too much."

Freddie smiled, giving John's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "You see? Don't fret over this, Deaks, Brian loves his wife and he wouldn't do anything stupid."

Freddie didn't mention Roger's relationship with Dominique because frankly, he didn't see too much love there. Roger still played around with women, despite having a son and living with his girlfriend. He had many little romps in the sack with girls during tours, and even when he was home, Freddie would often see him off with another woman. In the frontman's honest opinion, Roger never really found true love.

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When Roger awoke the next morning, he smelled two of his favorite smells. Brian's cologne and bacon. His eyes fluttered open, and he tilted his head upwards to see Brian sitting up with a tray of food on his lap. He was watching the morning news, dressed in pajama pants and a white t-shirt while sipping some tea.
One of the two plates was empty, with just a fork and spoon resting on it, while the other had eggs, bacon, and a fruit cup.

Brian glanced down, his face lighting up when he saw Roger was awake. "G'morning, Rog."

Roger yawned and stretched out under the sheets, running a hand through his tousled hair. "Good morning.. How'd you sleep?"

"Like a baby. I brought you some breakfast." Brian set the tray onto Roger's lap as the drummer sat up. His eyes widened at the plate in front of him.

Roger began to scarf down the still-warm food, not even noticing when bits of scrambled eggs fell onto his bare chest. Brian muted the television and leaned his head back and to the side, watching Roger eat with a smile on his face.

The previous night had been wonderful for Roger. Brian was just so good at everything he did, the drummer couldn't help but to believe that he was perfect. He'd never experienced so much pleasure, not with anyone he'd ever been with in his life. It was exhilarating, thrilling, and even better than he had ever imagined.

And Brian enjoyed it just as much as Roger did. He felt insanely guilty, as he could proudly say that he'd never cheated on his wife up until last night. It was driving him crazy, yet he didn't even regret it. He wouldn't have done anything different if he had the chance. Guilt, yes, regret, no.

"We have to leave for the airport in two hours," Brian said with a chuckle as bacon crumbs rolled down Roger's chin and fell onto the sheets. "Can you be ready by then?"

"Have a little faith, Bri," Roger spoke through a bite of his eggs. "Just because I spend thirty minutes on my hair doesn't mean I can't be ready in two hours."

Brian shook his head with a grin as he stood up. "I bet I can be done before you."

"Impossible. It'll take forever to comb through your hair. It looks like a knotted up ball of yarn!" Roger reached over to the nightstand and picked up the full cup of tea beside Brian's. Taking a sip, he grabbed the remote control and began flipping through the channels.

Brian just chuckled and leaned down to plant a kiss on the top of Roger's head before taking another sip of his tea. He grabbed some clothes and headed into the bathroom to start a shower. Roger finished his meal and set the tray on the bed as he stood up. He immediately winced at the soreness in his backside, and attempted to stretch his body out, which only resulted in more pain. He found some aspirin and took it, though he knew that it probably wouldn't help at all.

Walking to the door in an awkwardly bent over fashion, Roger placed the tray of empty dishes out on the side of the hallway for the maid to take. He adjusted the waistband of the his boxers, finding them to be strangely uncomfortable and scratchy. He then realized he was wearing Brian's, and that his were thrown onto the opposite bed. Rolling his eyes, Roger picked up his underwear and tossed them into his suitcase before sloppily making the bed.

Brian took a grand total of 27 minutes and 16 seconds (Roger timed it) in the bathroom. He came out fresh, clean, and fully dressed, with the room neat and orderly for Roger to use. However, the drummer couldn't resist the temptation of simply standing under the hot water for a good ten minutes, and left the bathroom in just over half an hour.

Brian sat on his bed, a wide grin on his face when Roger emerged from the room, his hair still slightly damp and his shirt half-buttoned. "I knew you'd never be outta there before me."

Roger rolled his eyes and tossed Brian's boxers onto his lap. "You can't achieve perfection in a few minutes, Bri. And those things feel like I'm wearing hell! Do you actually starch your underwear?"

Chuckling, Brian stood up and put the shorts with the rest of his dirty laundry. "Some people happen to like starch, y'know."

Roger came up behind Brian and wrapped his arms around his waist, leaning his forehead on the taller man's shoulder. "Well I think starch is stupid."

The guitarist turned around and pulled Roger closer, resting his chin on top of his head, a happy smile on his face. "Just shut up, Meddows."

Smirking, Roger moved his head to look up at Brian, raising an eyebrow at the older man's use of his middle name. "Make me, Harold."

Brian leaned down and planted a soft kiss on Roger's lips, his hands resting on the small of his back. The blonde stood up on his tiptoes and wrapped his arms around Brian's neck, deepening the kiss. The guitarist pulled Roger closer, running a hand up and down his back. As soon as they heard a knock on the door, the pair broke apart, each man awkwardly straightening his shirt and checking his reflection in the mirror. Roger went to answer the door, and John was standing in the hallway with a shy, nervous smile on his face.

"Hey, John, what's up?"

"Oh, n-nothing.., uhm, Freddie wants to leave early, in case there's traffic on the way to the airport.." John looked down at his shoes, his words trailing off.

"'S not a problem, we're pretty much ready to go," Roger said, but was slightly disappointed, as he hoped he would have some extra time alone with Brian before they had to go.

"Good, good, I'll, uh, tell Fred then.."

Roger sensed John's uneasiness. "Everything all right, Deaks?"

John quickly looked up and cleared his throat, a light blush forming on his cheeks. "What?! No, no, everything's just fine! I should get going, we'll meet you in the lobby in ten, hm?"

Roger nodded, raising an eyebrow. "Sure, we'll be there."

John quickly went back to his room as Roger closed the door. He turned to find Brian already closing up his suitcases.

"John seemed a little upset, I wonder what's going on with him.." Roger thought out loud as he finished packing his bags.

"Perhaps Veronica's not feeling well?" Brian suggested.

Roger shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe, I dunno." A wicked grin formed on his face. "Or maybe Freddie came onto him."

Raising his eyebrows, Brian chuckled and threw a pillow at him. "Of course! Because we all know Freddie's into those shy brunettes."

"Bassists do it deeper, you know."

"And what about guitarists?"

Roger's grin was plastered to his face. "Most of them finger faster."

"Most of them?" Brian inquired, setting his bags on the floor and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I hear they slow down with age. Usually once they hit...thirty-five?" Roger teased, knowing that Brian's 35th birthday was just around the corner.

"35, aye? We'll just have to see about that. I'm sure you'll be eating your words, Taylor." Brian stood up and slung his duffel bag over his shoulder before grabbing his suitcase.

"There's other things I'll be eating, as well.." Roger cleared his throat after mumbling to himself and picked up his own bags.

Brian simply rolled his eyes at Roger's stupid joke as the pair shared a quick kiss before leaving the room.

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The flight was only three hours, but Roger quickly fell asleep due to extreme boredom. His head rested on Brian's shoulder, which earned them a quizzical look from John, who was sitting across the aisle. After an hour, Brian freed Roger of his seatbelt, and the younger man curled up in his seat, burying his face in Brian's grey hoodie. The guitarist slipped his hand around Roger's waist, and although he though he was subtle about it, Freddie smirked as he passed by on his way to get a drink.

The quiet flight gave Brian the chance to think, which was something he was quite good at. This change in relationship between he and his best friend was very sudden, and he wasn't even very sure what he was feeling for Roger. He was certain that they weren't the kind of feelings you should have for someone who's just a close friend.

When Roger curled up next to Brian last night, planting tiny kisses on the older man's chest until they both fell asleep, Brian got that fluttery, nervous feeling in his stomach. He'd only felt it on a few certain occasions with Chrissie, such as their first kiss or their wedding night. It was something special, something he only felt once in a blue moon.

Brian never considered himself to be attracted to men. Before marrying, he had dated a few girls, but never gave any guy a second glance. Until now, that is. Maybe he'd liked Roger for a long time, but never admitted it to himself until now. Maybe he and Roger were supposed to be doing this. Maybe Brian was just acting on impulse, and didn't feel anything towards Roger at all. There were a lot of 'maybes' that Brian had.

All too soon, the stewardess announced that the plane would be landing soon, so everyone will have to fasten their seatbelts. Roger stirred when she spoke, and lifted his head up to look at Brian, who was dozing off. Giving him a small nudge, Roger managed to awaken Brian before sitting up and buckling his seatbelt. Brian did the same, giving the blonde a tiny smile.

Queen didn't have to play until the following evening, so they went to their hotel and spent the evening in. Freddie and John came over to Roger and Brian's room, which was three doors away this time, and the four had dinner together.

"Can this even be called food? It's absolutely disgusting!"

"Shut up, Fred, at least the cooks tried to make something decent."

Freddie and John were at it, which was something the two rarely did, and left Brian and Roger as mere observers.

"I can't believe it-is this shit even legal?"

"Fred-"

"Shut up, darling! I'm trying to complain!" Freddie sighed in exasperation as he stood and tossed the remnants of his dinner in the wastebasket.

John leaned back in his chair with his glass of wine, holding it up to watch the light against the white liquor. He hadn't spoken much to Brian and Roger, but when he did, he was very shy and nervous about it. The afore mentioned guitarist and drummer didn't think too much of it; Brian was consumed by his thoughts, and Roger was too busy trying to figure out how to once again get in Brian's pants. That was one of the problems that came along with being Roger Taylor—the mood just never goes away.

Freddie paced back and forth, complaining and ranting about the food, wine, air conditioning, color of the duvets, and pretty much anything that could be complained about. John flipped through a magazine, while Roger was busy devising a devilish, even cruel, plan.

As Brian tried to point out to Freddie that the hotel management couldn't do anything about the outside temperature, Roger let his hand rest on Brian's knee. The guitarist coughed a few times, mid-sentence, before continuing to speak. He tried to push away Roger's hand, but he wouldn't budge.

Brian began nibbling on his bottom lip as the hand slid further up, until it reached about mid-thigh, before lightly squeezing. As Freddie spoke once again, the guitarist forced himself to try and focus on the older man, yet his mind couldn't stay off the teasing index finger that was now tracing circles across his thigh. No no no no! Don't think about it, don't think about it! Having an internal battle, Brian thought it best to get up and go for a walk. Roger had different plans.

As soon as Brian stood up, the drummer yanked him back down onto his chair, the abrupt sound earning them a quizzical look from John. Freddie paid them no mind, and continued with his ranting. Once Roger was sure that John had refocused on his magazine, he leaned over slightly to whisper in Brian's ear. "How 'bout we ditch this and go steal Fred n' John's room, aye?"

Brian glared at the younger man. Well, sure, it was a nice proposition, and one that he most certainly did not want to turn down, but it was someone else's room.

He turned to respond to Roger, only to find his blue eyes staring back at him, looking as sweet and innocent as could be. Over the years he had become immune to Roger's puppy dog eyes, but now they practically melted his icy heart. Sighing, he turned back to face John. "Hey, John? Rog and I are gonna go for a walk."

John looked up at the slightly embarrassed expression on Brian's face, and the devilish way Roger was now looking at the guitarist. He wasn't dumb; he could put two and two together. He simply nodded, and went back to his reading.

Roger was up in an instant, grabbing Brian by the wrist and pulling him up as well. As soon as they made it out to the hall, Roger speed-walked to the other room, dragging Brian along with him, until they'd both made it into the room, with the door locked and bolted, with the Do not disturb sign hung on the handle.

*suddenly returns and updates* Well it certainly has been awhile..