The next evening, Queen were gathered in the recording studio with slight sounds of hens and cows outside. They were attempting '39 again, with some new hints and touches. 

" You Can't Sing For Shit. " Roger mumbled grumpily under his breath, swigging some cider down. Brian glared at him, his head slowly steaming. " What Was That?! " The astrophysicist asked rudely, biting his lip in annoyance. The blonde rested back on his seat with a hopeless smirk. "I Said You Cant Sing For Shit! " he called a little louder.

Brian stopped out of the glass box, standing forwards towards the seemingly cowardly drummer. He went face to face, having to press his lips together to stop any cusses or curses coming out - Rogers blue eyes gazed greedily into his - and not in the nice way.

" And You're Saying That You Can Sing It? Go On Then. " Brian huffed sarcastically, shoving the lyrics in his face, making him grunt furiously. Roger shoved Brian's chest as the taller man stomped him out of the room onto the porch where they shoved insults up each others asses for ages, Freddie and John watching in shock. 

" But You're Just A Hot Air Balloon, No One Gives You A Damn - You're Just An Overgrown School Boy - A Stupid, Whimpy, Weak Schoolboy! "

Brian coldly scowled, a slight tone of doubt in the aftermath of his voice when he saw Roger swallow, in the way you would before you broke down into tears.

Of course neither men wanted to argue, they were in love, but they just couldn't help but feud over the slightest things. Roger inside felt like a deflated hot air balloon, really. Every insult, every shout jabbed into his delicate heart and it hurt bad. He had to gloat in his throat to stop quivering in fear - Brian was like a teacher - Roger would admire him and dedicate his life to make him happy, but feared him a lot, he was bigger, older, smarter. Everything Roger was not.

" Well You.. " The blonde coughed, trying to come up with the worst insult without saying ' sorry '. " You're A..A You're A..A. Sewer - Rat...Decaying In A Cesspool Of..Of Pride, Should Be Made Unemployed Then Make Yourself Null - And - Void. "

The guitar player gasped in annoyance. The door suddenly cracked open, Roger and Brian falling back outside in the dark where it was muggy and windy - they did not stop fighting, but then it got physical - horribly physical. They started to gnaw and growl near each others faces, saliva gushing from the ends of their lips, Roger would push Brian and bark and yip mean phrases, but then, something terrible happened.

With a mighty push the young blonde was swept of his feet on right back right on the back of his head on the stone cold floor. He growled and whined in pain, and Brian watched, backing up in regret. He looked behind him; Freddie and John glaring in horror. " Rog..Are You Okay..? " John whinnied, stepping over the twitching, grunting, almost crying drummer. The guitarist stared at the injured friend of his - a bruise on his face and a scraped kneecap.

" DO I LOOK OKAY? " Roger said, on his wobbly pins and gushing breaths. John didn't reply, nor add any other word. The blonde then gave Brian the most painful stare he had ever got, one that hurt bad. He felt the warmth of the sun fade, and looked behind him - the hour was getting late.

Roger, crippled and distressed, stomped shakily away inside with tears running down his cheeks. The other two followed in back to thier room, and Roger into his. Brian Bit his lip and hiccuped a sob - Atleast no one could see him crying or hear his wails if he sat out in the fields, so that's what he did.

He looked up at the stars, the glowing fumes of pure light dazzling in his stinging eyes. He sniffed and whinnied, the only thought in his mind being Roger's horrible frown right in like a bullet to the brain. He looked back in Rogers room, looking at his short silhouette rubbing at the cap of his knee. He could see Roger was crying too, and he couldn't help but follow his instincts to go and comfort him - say sorry, clean slate - he thought. 

Brian quietly tapped into the house, the click of his clogs not making a screech on the ugly carpet before Rogers room. He looked though the keyhole, holding his scruffy breath, not making a squeak or a sniff, even if he was shortly crying. 

" Sewer Rat.. " A muffled Roger mumbled over tears. " Blasted, Cowardly Sewer Rat. I Fucking Hate Him..One Excuse Of A Human. I Hope He's Rotting Out There...Sewer Rat. "

The tall, curly man couldn't help it, he hicced a sniff and a whimper, instantly catching the smart attention of Roger inside the room. " Who's There? " Roger said hoarsely, straightening his body, his thick lips parting slightly. Brian quietly opened the door, wiping his eyes and lowering his head in stress. He already felt Rogers regret as he strolled in his room, slowly snorting and coughing. He sat himself next to the blonde, not looking up to face his beautiful eyes. Roger inhaled and leant over to gently kiss Brian's cheek, making him go pink, but he didn't quiver at his touch.

They didn't say much for a while. It was really just Roger gently smoothing Brian's rising and falling back, shivering. 

" Please Forgive Me For What I've Said. " The blonde quietly whispered, tucking the taller boy's hair out of his face. " You're Not A Sewer Rat, Brian. You Are Smart And Beautiful And My Very Best Friend. I'd Never Purposely Hurt You. "

" And What About An Hour Ago? Me Hurting You, Putting That HORRIBLE Bruise On Your Cheek..Who Are You Not To Atleast Slap Me Back? Go Ahead, Roger. I Deserve It. Hate Me All You Want - I Can Take It. "

" No, Brian! I'm Not Going To Hurt You - Not Even If You Want Me To. I Like You. "

" How Could You Like Me? "

" Here's How. "

Roger smacked his peachy lips against Brian's, forcing a hum of surprise from the tall man, their tounges made slight sloppy sounds as they parted and touched, but not in a crazy Love way, in a friendly, brotherly way. Of course that's how it was meant to be, but it escalated slightly, with Roger pouncing on Brian and pressing against his chest, smooching him still. They smirked cheekily at eachother and cuddled quietly. Their gruff breathing was the only sound amongst ravens cooing gently in the night.

" Here, Let Me Get Us A Cider, Why Not? "

" Those Are Deaky's Ciders.. " 

" Ah - It Doesn't Matter. He Won't Notice Anyway..Sit Here And Wait, Rog. I'll Be Back In A Sec. "

When he came up, Roger had removed his shirt and he was dazing amongst the covers. The blonde smiled purely at Brian, making him flush. The older man held the glass out to his friend, pouring the fizzing, gold liquid inside his tall glass.

" Cheers To Our Friendship, Roger. "

" Cheers, Brian. "