Tenement Funster

Some Kind of Ritual...

He had no idea how late it was when they finally fell into bed together and went to sleep, but it seemed like he had only slept for an hour when the alarm began its brutal call to rise.  

"Fuck!" Brian moaned as he rolled over with his eyes still closed and fumbled around to try and shut the annoying sound off.  He opened his eyes halfway and spotted the clock and quickly pushed the button.  He sighed heavily as he rolled over on his back and brought an arm up over his eyes.  Willing the morning to not come quite yet.  But it was here and it was one of the days he went into the office.  Shit!

Brian heard a sound from the body next to his and moved his arm away to look over at the blond.  Roger laid there on his side facing him and was still fast asleep.  Clearly unresponsive to the alarm clock.  Brian instantly wondered if the blond owned an alarm clock.  Was one needed when you lived the life he led?  He kept his eyes on his lover and couldn't help but notice how different the blond looked in sleep.  How young and innocent he appeared.  There was no trace of his sensuality or his cheeky personality.  Just a tenderness was present.  His beauty was still there.  He might even be more beautiful with his long eyelashes on full display and his skin soft and warm looking.  Those pink lips set in a relaxed pose.  The lightest snore he had ever heard emanating from the blond.

He couldn't help himself.  Brian reached over and carefully pulled away a tuft of hair that covered one of Roger's eyes.  This movement seemed to stir him.  Brian saw the uncovered eye slowly open and peer at him.  Then both blue eyes looking up with light in them.  A smile formed on the lips of the blond and he shuffled his body over to get closer to Brian.

"Do you always get up this early?" Roger questioned as he brought his face closer to Brian's.  

"Unfortunately...yes..."  Brian responded as he leaned closer to the blond.  Their lips connecting and Brian instantly filled with the desire to grab him and bury himself inside him all over again.  He told himself it couldn't happen as he pulled away and reached down to tug the sheet off his body.  Preparing to get up and get dressed so he could make the bus on time.

"Are you really getting up?"  Roger grumbled as Brian sat with his feet on the floor and rubbed his hands over his face; trying to reconcile his responsibilities and his fatigue.    Roger formed a disappointed expression as Brian got up and slowly plodded out of the room.  The tall man went straight for the toilet and relieved himself; having a massive yawn at the same time.  As he stood at the sink and began to clean up he looked at himself in the mirror.

Brian instantly noticed a mark on his neck and couldn't help but smile as he remembered snogging with the blond in the shower.  He reached up and touched the damaged skin.  His sensory memories filling him with desire.  He dropped his hand and turned and walked out of the bathroom and went straight to the living room.  He picked up the telephone and dialed.

"McMillan Publishing..."

"Darren Travers office please..."

"One moment..."   Brian stood and tapped his fingers against the table as he waited.

"Darren Travers...."

"Hi Darren...it's Brian May..."

"Oh hi Brian....how are you?"

"Not well I'm afraid...I think I might have food poisoning..."  Brian told him and tried to subtly sound ill. 

"Oh no!  I expect you won't be in today...."  Darren commented.

"No...I'm too sick..."  he replied.  "I might try and do some work from home if I feel better later..."  Brian said to sound committed.

"Well take care of yourself and we'll hopefully see you tomorrow..."  Darren answered.