The silence broke.

" Roger, Roger, Roger...Roger Wake Up. It's Alright. Paul's Gone. It's Going To Be Okay. " 

soothingly smiled a muffled, tall man, crouching down beside the couch downstairs in the farm. It was quiet, and only three boys surrounded him, he felt the tallest's hand stroking his head softly as ever, every feeling of warmth on his head soothing and gentle.

Roger moaned gently, his eyes half open, and instantly starting to ache again. 

Tears streaked down his cold, bruised cheeks, and his eyes were drowsy and bloodshot. Finally his pupils focused, and he could see his friends looking concerned down at him. Freddie and Deaky gave each other ' a look ' and stood up to go upstairs.

" This Is All My Fucking Fault... " sighed Brian, rubbing tears pooling in his eyes, sniffing them away - he didn't want to upset his crush. " I'm So Sorry, Roger. I'm Such An Idiot - I Called You A Baby When You Were Worried About Being Left Alone.  And You Were Right..There Was Something Wr - Wrong... "

Brian started to sob quietly into his arms, resting them along with his troubled head on the sofa beside his injured friend. Roger tried to move to roll over and comfort Brian, but his back reacted badly and he yipped in pain, clenching Brian's hand right to relieve the pain. 

" I Told The Doctors That The Injuries Were Not Bad, So You Could Stay Here, And I Could Make You Feel Better - I'm Never Leaving Your Side Again, Roger. I Want You To Heal So Bad. It Hurts To See You So Bruised...And It's All My - "

" N - No.. " Roger whispered, his voice shuddering. His tone was lower than usual, and he breathed heavily after every sentence, Brian sitting him up gently, ever so softly, so he could speak. " Paul's Fault. Not You. A - Ahh..Ouch...Hurts..Ba...Bad. Where...Paul..? " 

' He couldn't even fucking speak properly. ' Brian revised in his mind. 

" Paul's Gone. It Doesn't Matter Where - He's Gone. You're Gonna Be Okay, I've Got You. "

They pulled in for a tight, friendly cuddle, each one sobbing softly into another's shoulders, but it was so lovely as well. So safe and warm. This was alright - everything was alright, yet so unsure. Brian smooched softly onto Roger's cheek, forming only the smallest smile from the boy.

" Thanks For..For Help. " Roger coughed, " Love A lot. Best Friends Forever, Bri. Always Protect...Me? " 

" Forever And Ever. "

The boy weakly nodded, but then moaned out in agony, his chin hitting where Paul bit him. " Fuck! Neck! " he shouted, his voice drained and croaky. Brian investigated instantly why he had cried out, and what he found sank his heart.

" A Hickey...? Paul...Did This? " 

" No Choice..! He...Pinned Down...Made Fucking Bleed And Everything..! Tried To Call For You...Hands-On Mouth - No Sound! Couldn't Shout! Pain Bad... He Has Crush On Me - Haha. Slutty Git, Eh? " Roger chuckled slightly, wiping his tears for the 100th time. 

Brian felt his heart shrivel up - he thought if anyone could ever give Roger a love bite it'd be him. He felt sick.

" So Tired. " the blonde yawned weakly, trying to sit straight but failing every time. Brian - lost for words, picked him up, letting Roger squeeze him right and close his eyes, his head Rested on Brian's shoulder. 

He didn't even speak. He just couldn't believe Paul did that to his crush.

 He wanted to mark Roger to show everybody who loved him - he wanted to taste Roger's neck too - but he had lost all hope - all he wanted was Roger and him, together in perfect harmony like in the movies or in books, where it was instant love, or when they are not scared of telling one another. 

As he laid down the tired boy, he watched him closely, his bare chest moving up and down - that man he wanted so bad was right in front of him and he couldn't even get the puck to speak to him. He felt so jealous that somebody else got to taste Roger first...it made him so lustful that he couldn't even bring himself to decide on sleeping with Roger.

The boy seemed unable to sleep anyway, so Brian started to softly sing a gentle song to him, his voice only slightly shaky from the tears and the envy. 

https://youtu.be/JClvCjSvsa0

By the time he was finished seranading, he was sobbing softly, quiet so Roger didnt exactly hear how upset he really was. He didnt know how he felt - jealous, worried, lustful, depressed? Nothing like this had ever happened to him. He had never wanted this to happen. Not to Roger.

" Brian. No Cry Anymore. Must Smile Now - We're Doin' Alright...Get Referance? " he smirked at the upset, thin man. " Will Recover, And Play Songs Again..Am Not Too Weak Now. Think You Made Me Strong With Nice Singing. "

Brian couldnt help but chuckle along at Rogers smoothness. His voice was as soft as a cushion and as relaxing to hear it happy, like melted chocolate, or smooth caramel. He was such a beautiful man to Brian - he didn't even see why he deserved it. " You Sleep With? Next To? Not Scared Anymore - Just Company? "

" Of Course - I Should've Done That Before. " 

" No Worry, Brian, Paul Gone. Us Okay. Make Album! "

The curly - haired man laid in with his sweet, lovable friend, gently kissing between his soft eyebrows, above his admirable eyes. Roger looked him deep in his doe pupils, smiling contageously, before closing them, shutting himself completly - instantly asleep. He felt happy with Brian.

" Everyone Deserves Happiness. " smiled Brian, closing his eyes also, drifting off slowly but happily - Roger was alright. Everything was alright. Maybe not him nor Roger 100%, but everything was okay for now.