I really can't apologize enough for taking this long to publish this, and I can't make an excuse for my absence. I've been working on getting my shit together in my personal life, an now that that's done, I'll be updating more :) Im so sorry for my lack of updates, and if you cringe towards the end, I'm sorry for that too whoops
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Despite everything being "all good" between Brian and Roger, there was a noticeable stiffness between the pair. Well.., let me rephrase that. Roger was his usual self; Brian was the one who was confused as hell and ignored Roger all day.

Brian had no idea what he was feeling. It was as if it happened all of a sudden. The guitarist simply couldn't keep his mind off Roger. His every single thought traced back to the blonde drummer, from the way he spoke, to how his gorgeous blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight, and how could Brian forget Roger's soft, smooth skin beneath his rough fingers?

Brian was very confused about this whole situation. He wondered if he had feelings for his friend, or if he was just feeling the loneliness of the tour. As much as Brian wanted to blame the tour for his dilemma, he knew the real reason. He found himself checking Roger out if the drummer happened to pass by, and whenever he could get a good, long look at his friend, he looked.

Brian couldn't bring himself to admit that he felt something for Roger. Something stronger than a mere friendship.

Roger, on the other hand, was elated. Earlier that morning, when Brian stared into his eyes, Roger saw a look in the guitarist's eyes that he'll never forget. A look of pure wanting. Roger could read through Brian's apology, and he knew the older man felt something for him. Roger just wondered if Brian was going to do something about it.

Ever since he walked into Roger and Brian's room, John felt very queasy. He didn't like keeping something like this all to himself; he needed to talk to someone about it. The only reason he didn't say anything to Freddie was because he knew very well that the two could've just been Messing with each other. He had seen them play and wrestle around before, so perhaps this had been one of those times. John decided to simply observe Brian and Roger for now, and if he saw something suspicious, only then would he talk to Freddie.

Despite the fact that their drummer's mind was a million miles away, their bassist was about to throw up, and their guitarist was hiding a boner the whole night, Queen actually pulled off an amazing show. Once the band was backstage, John changed his clothes and left in a hurry, wanting to get back to the hotel and call Veronica. Freddie asked Roger if he wanted to tag along to a party he was going to, but the drummer declined; saying he was exhausted.

Brian took a long shower in his dressing room, hoping that Roger would be gone by the time he left. Once he was dressed, Brian slipped out the backstage door, deciding to walk back to the hotel. Much to his dismay, he saw Roger's silhouette leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette. The younger man turned around when he heard Brian close the door. He was wearing his dark sunglasses, despite it being almost midnight.

"'s fancy meeting you here!" Roger said in a cheerful voice, a wide grin on his face.

Brian couldn't help but to smile as well. "Hey, Rog, I was just going back to the hotel."

Roger dropped his cigarette and stepped on it to extinguish it. "I was actually headed there myself, care for some company?"

Brian nodded and stuffed his hands into his pockets, beginning to walk down the alley in the direction of the street. Roger followed alongside him, taking slow steps which forced Brian to slow down as well.

Of course he's got to wear those damn jeans, Brian thought, his head down and his eyes glued to the tight jeans Roger wore. Add in his shades and his black t-shirt and the blonde was oh-so appealing. Brian mentally smacked himself for looking and turned his attention to the busy street.

There were many people on the busy New York streets this time of night. People going to clubs, shows, and bars, people coming in and out of buildings, and half-dressed women flirting with each man that came by their corner. Roger looked at all of them through the dark lenses of his glasses, and took particular interest in the tall redhead he met while he and Brian were waiting at a traffic light.

She had dark green eyes and her entire face was covered in makeup. She had torn fishnets, a leather mini-skirt, and a red vest that accentuated her slender frame. Her deep red lips curled into a smile as she approached Roger and Brian. She didn't give Brian a second glance, but her lined eyes were all over Roger.

"Hey there, babe, where ya headed?" Her voice was smooth and cat-like as her hand touched Roger's shoulder.

Roger smiled, looking her up and down a few times before he took off his glasses. "Nowhere in particular... Why? Did you have someplace in mind I could go?"

Brian rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for the light to change so they could cross the street. This was a pretty long light...

"I might... But that would depend. Does he-" she nodded her head in Brian's direction. "-have to come?"

Roger glanced at Brian, giving him a smirk and a subtle wink. "How 'bout it, Bri? Care to join us?"

The light turned green and Brian immediately grabbed Roger's upper arm and pulled him away from the seductive redhead.

"Hey! We were having a conversation!" Roger pretended to be annoyed as Brian yanked him across the street. Of course, Roger didn't give a damn about the hooker who just tried to reel him in, he just wanted to see Brian's reaction. And he forced himself to hide a smirk when he saw Brian's jealous eyes.

"Well I want to get back to the hotel. You can slut it up all you want after I'm in my nice, warm bed," Brian said, with a bit of an edge in his voice. It wasn't his intention to hurt Roger's feelings; he was just pissed off.

Roger yanked his arm away and stopped walking, causing a few people passing by to bump into him. "I was not being a slut!"

Brian turned around, taking a deep breath and willing himself to not start a fight. "Well you weren't exactly talking to Mother Theresa back there. And why would you ask me if I wanted to do a three-way with you guys?"

Roger stifled a giggle. "Who said anything about a three-way? You could just sit at the end of the bed and watch."

Brian opened his mouth to speak, but closed it and shook his head. He shoved his hands in his pockets and continued down the street. Roger trotted behind him a few paces to catch up.

"Do you just not like redheads, is that it?" Roger asked, but earned no response. He kept pushing past people as he struggled to keep up with Brian's fast pace. "Or do you have something against blondes?"

That got Brian's attention. He turned around to face the younger man, grabbing the frame of his glasses and pulling them off his face. Roger jumped, slightly intimidated by the fact that Brian had a few inches on him, and that his wide blue eyes were now exposed.

Brian took Roger by the wrist and dragged him into a nearby alley. Letting go of the blonde, Brian pushed him back against the wall of a building, keeping his index finger pressed against the middle of his chest. Roger was now fearing that Brian would actually hurt him.

"I-I'm sorry..." Roger said, sheepishly, his voice slightly shaky.

Brian sensed Roger's nervousness and his eyes softened. He didn't want Roger to be afraid; after all, the cause of Brian's frustration was the fact that he couldn't stop thinking about Roger. The younger man didn't do anything to Brian.

"No... Don't apologize, Rog, it's my fault," Brian's voice softened as he looked down at the ground, his finger still jabbed in Roger's chest.

Roger cleared his throat, squirming a little against the uncomfortable wall his back was pressed against. "What exactly is the matter? I didn't mean anything by talking to that girl, I was merely having a little fun."

Brian shook his head, looking back up to face Roger with worried eyes. "It's not the girl, it's what's happened since this morning. It's me, it's you... It's a lot of things."

Roger raised an eyebrow at Brian's rambling. "Why don't you tell me what's wrong and I can help you fix it..?"

Brian shook his head, sighing. "You can't fix it, because you are the problem."

"You just said-"

"I know what I just said, and it's true. You are the problem, and yet, you're not." Brian stepped in closer, his finger trailing down Roger's chest before he placed his hand against the wall by the drummer's head.

Roger's heart skipped a beat as he watched Brian's finger move down his chest, goosebumps beginning to form on his bare arms. He looked back up to find Brian staring at him, his hazel eyes slightly worried, yet content with how close he was to Roger.

"You're the problem, but you haven't even done anything," Brian lowered his voice to a whisper, which Roger could hardly hear. "You, with your stupid voice, those damn glasses you always wear, your tight clothes... I never noticed any of it until this morning. I don't even understand what I'm thinking anymore, it's like you're embedded in my brain and I just can't..." Brian stopped, his words trailing off as he took a breath and tried to collect his thoughts.

Roger swallowed thickly, shrugging his shoulders while speaking in a calm, soft voice. "Try living with that for over a year and see where you end up."

Brian's eyes widened. "You mean you-"

"Yep," Roger sighed, looking down at the concrete. "I don't know exactly when it started.., but since the last tour, I've felt differently about you. I know it's wrong, and I've no idea why I feel this way, but I do and it's killing me. The reason I've been so shaken up about the nightmare is because it was about you, Bri. I was so nervous about something bad happening to you. It's making me realize that I care about you. A lot more than simply as a friend."

Roger sniffled, nervous about how Brian would react to he'd just confessed. He felt Brian's finger touch his chin, guiding his blue, slightly watery eyes back up to meet a pair of hazels that appeared to sparkle in the glow of New York's lights.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

Roger chuckled a bit, shaking his head. "How could I? You wouldn't have understood. And plus, you're married."

Brian nodded, hearing Roger very clearly when he mentioned his relationship status. Yet, Brian could barely remember his wife, or even his two children. All he saw were Roger's wide, innocent doe eyes and his pale skin.

"I didn't want to force you, hurt you, or d-"

Brian interrupted Roger by leaning in and giving him a soft kiss. It was by no means monumental for either man, yet Roger had never felt so much in one, simple kiss. Brian pulled away after only a few seconds, leaving Roger nearly paralyzed. The guitarist felt his cheeks burning as he backed away from Roger, realizing what he'd just done. He had kissed his very best friend. Although from what he heard, Roger would be very willing to do this, Brian felt slightly dizzy and and a bit surprised at his own actions.

"I'd better get back to the hotel," Brian mumbled before he turned to leave the alley. Roger, however, wasn't going to have this. He stepped forward and touched Brian's shoulder, causing the older man to turn and face him.

Brian was still blushing when a pair of warm, soft lips pressed firmly against his own. His arms wrapped around Roger's waist, pulling the blonde closer to him as their lips moved in perfect time. Rogers's arms slipped around Brian's neck as he flicked his tongue across Brian's bottom lip. The taller man willingly parted his lips, allowing Roger's warm tongue to explore his mouth.

As the two men fought for dominance over the other, Roger pushed Brian backwards against the wall, the older man grunting when his back hit the hard surface. Roger ran his hands up and down Brian's chest through his white button-down, tracing over his thin body. The blonde easily won control over Brian, moving his wet kisses to the older man's jawline, but the guitarist soon remembered that they were in an alley, not in the safety of their room. Brian gently pushed Roger's chest, but he gently nipped at Brian's skin, lightly squeezing his side.

Brian pushed a little harder this time, suddenly panicking. What if someone saw them?

"R-Rog... We shouldn't.. N-not here.." Brian bit his lower lip when Roger nipped at the skin below ear, running his tongue across the red mark he left. Roger didn't even care if they were in an alley, a few yards from the street. He wanted Brian and didn't intend on stopping any time soon.

But Brian was sensible. He took hold of Roger's wrists and pushed the younger man off of him. "Rog, not here, someone could see.."

Roger frowned as he stepped back, slightly breathless as he ran his tongue over his pink lips. "You're right, 'm sorry."

Brian took Roger by the wrist again, pulling him forward and out of the alley. Sure, they couldn't make out in the street, but what would stop them from making out in their room?

Roger happily followed Brian, not even able to believe what was happening. Brian tasted simply amazing, and he loved feeling the older man's arms around him. It felt so good; so right to Roger. Right now, all thoughts of his girlfriend, his son, all thoughts of logic and sense were thrown out the window. Roger needed Brian as of he were a last breath of air.

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As soon as Brian locked the door, his back was pressed up against it. Roger's lips attacked Brian's with a rough, hungry force that Brian didn't object to. He liked having someone in control of him.

Both men soon discarded their shirts, and the guitarist pushed Roger backwards until the two fell on the bed. Brian kissed his way along Roger's jawline to his neck, leaving a trail of red marks as he nibbled and sucked at the drummer's sweet, soft skin. Roger's soft moans and whimpers only encouraged Brian to continue, leaving small hickeys on his neck.

Brian loved every sound, every tug on his hair, and every soft touch on his shoulder. He was making Roger feel amazing and he loved it. Roger was exciting, new, and something different. He wasn't exactly a huge challenge, because it didn't take much for Brian to hear Roger's raspy whispers of his name, but the guitarist got an incredible rush of excitement as his mouth explored the younger man's body.

Roger was in complete heaven beneath Brian's skinny, toned body. Each touch drove him mad, in ways that he hadn't known were possible. Brian may not have any experience with men, but he seemed to know every spot to touch, kiss, or bite to make Roger whine. Was Brian worth the wait? Worth the frustration? Absolutely.

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In the room across the hall, curled up on a chair when a book, sat John Deacon, his cheeks turning pink each time he heard a noise from Brian and Roger's room. At first he tried to ignore it, but the sounds emanating from the afore mentioned room became louder. His suspicions were confirmed, there was something between his two bandmates, and he had to tell someone before he exploded.

Soon, the noises ceased, and John sighed in relief, glad that he didn't have to hear anymore. It was just after two, and he doubted that Freddie would be back anytime soon. Veronica was probably out, seeing as how there was a big time difference, so he couldn't call her again. Freddie was his best bet for a confidant, so he leaned his head back against the wall, book still in hand, and began to doze off.