And soon Roger was just about healed enough to play again.

" Oh For Fucks Sake - You're A Month Off The Album Release! When Will You Be Finished For Christ's Sake? " 

Roy bellowed in his scruffy, unnatractive voice. They, the band and him, sat in the studio, arguing and shouting at eachother. Roger noticed Roy's eyes look coldly into his, and narrow in dissaproval.

" And For That ' Injured ' Blondi - "

Brian stood up, face to face with the manager and sweating from rage and annoyance. He pointed a thin finger up to Roy's face. " The Poor Lad Was Beaten To Within An Inch Of His Fucking Life, Roy! Cut Us Some Slack Or Be Gone! "

Roger's baby blue orbs watched him thankfully as he sat back down, smartly studying Roy's weak expression. The guitarist sneaked a grin of pleasure at the blonde, and focused his attention back onto the album. Roy was right. They were way over the expected release, in fact, half the time was spent either arguing or feeling homesick.

" Look, Roy, " explained John wisely. " Give Us..4 More Weeks. That Should Do It. Just Let Us Twitch A Few Things, And We Should Be Done By Then. Alright? "

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

" 2 Weeks, Huh? " Brian mumbled, a little hurried as he sipped his coffee from the newly repaired  coffee machine. " Better Get It Done Now Or Never, Darlings. " The Vocalist chuckled, getting up to share his chair with Deaky -

 the couple later heading upstairs to do ' something '.

Brian looked over at Roger, his bruised neck, slowly healing. He was still super jealous about that.

He wished he could share a chair with Roger.

The blonde touched the bruise on his desirable neck gently, clenching his teeth discretely so no - one realised, Bri had got up to repair his strings anyway. He felt a cold, salty tear drop down his cheek in guilt about everything. Paul, Brian, the band and home.

Roger sat up, making sure his whimpers were not heard and grabbed some raggedy blankets. He couldn't find anywhere discrete so he headed into the steamy washing room, a small, rectangular room at the back of the farmhouse, and cried there.

Again and again, he sniffed back tears and choked on the saliva that he spewed. His cries were muffled by the blankets and his sweat-beaded palms. The feelings of pain came back, the bite, the cracks, the pulling. 

He needed to feel safe. 

That's when Brian noticed something was wrong. 

The house was silent  - except for Freddie and John. Lets not go into detail - but there was another sound. Muffled sobbing.

" Rog? " Brian Called, confused obviously. Roger whimpered I reply - " N - Not..Now..Brian! "

" Roger Let Me The Fuck In This Closet. " the tall man sighed, kneeling before the door where the Sounds came from. Roger curled himself up and hid his tears face, using his feet to open the door. 

Brian sat down next to the sobbing lad, calmly, quietly. " Let It All Out. " he said in a tired tone, rubning softly at his back, so he wouldn't trigger the bruises. 

" Surely This Isn't The Best Of You, Roger. " 

" I - I'm Sorry. I - I'm Such A Crybaby... " The blonde complained gently, looking up at the curly guitar player with eyes cold yet so tearful.

" No. Not That. " 

" Huh? "

" Roger. Everyone Has These Chains To Break - The Ones Holding You - Crying Isn't Going To Help. Were You Born To Resist, Or Be Abused? "

Roger's eyes twinkled, and his lips curved. Brian clutched his palm in encouragement, grinning wisely like the smart guy he was. 

" To Resist. " Roger replied.

" That's The Best Of You. " 

They pulled in for a friendly, passionate hug, Roger pulling hard at Brian's back, getting as close as he could. Brian could feel Rogers heart pumping madly against his; a feeling so loving and relaxing. A sign of love. ( not that Brian thought about it that way ).

They pulled away and stared into each other's eyes.

The next thing Brian knew, Rogers lips were against his, kissing him crazily, really going for it, even soft sounds of pleasure slipped out of his mouth. Brian just turned red, almost embarrassed that Roger was doing such a thing.

He pulled away. 

" Okay. " Brian said shakily, blushing bright pink all around and sweating madly. " Okay. " he repeated again and again. Roger watched awkwardly, suddenly realising what he'd done.

" Oh My God. I'm So Sorry. That Was So Gay And Wrong I- "

Brian looked down at his jeans. 

" Shit. " he thought.

" Okay. " he said again and ran off to his room, blushing madly, covering his crotch 

( REEEEEEEEEE )