Classic Rock Shorts

Maycury: Stowaway

Freddie double checks everything he has. Clothes, favorite snack, a book, and toiletries. A few fun personal items as well for the trip that he and Brian can use. He was going to spend his anniversary in Scotland with his husband Brian. They were going for a week together. And it better be a nice long relaxing week. He can’t wait to go see around Scotland and all the animals they got since their BNB was next to a farm. The farmer and her husband rented out the guesthouse to tourists.

They were going to drive to the BNB and break in the bed before going off to sight see. Freddie smooshes down his suitcase and snaps the locks into place. It was bulging about burst at the seams if Freddie added anymore to it. But he had to have everything ready for the long week. Maybe him and Brian would just stay in bed all week long. Who knows they got all week to do crazy crap.

Fred drags the suitcase down the stairs; it thuds and thuds as it’s rear hits each step hard and Freddie slaps more tape on it. He tosses it into the back of the car next to Brian’s. They each had two suitcases stuffed into the backseats. Once that was said and done Freddie climbed into the passenger seat and buckled in. He was giddy for their trip. This was the first time they’ve gotten out of the house in a long time. Finally some romantic alone time.

Brian hops in minutes later  and starts to drive. He leans over and kisses Freddie’s cheek sloppily, “Finally get a break.” 

Freddie grins and nods, “I’m so excited.”

The windows rolled down and their hair blew in the breeze. It feels like something from a movie. Freddie admires Brian from his seat, he can't believe it's been already ten years and child with this handsome man so far. He's so damn lucky. He doesn't deserve Brian sometimes.

The skies were so beautiful with swirls of blue and white tangled together, it was a cloudless fabulous autumn day. Freddie watches as the blur of colors fly past his eyes. Twisting and whirling about like some graceful dancer.

Brian makes a harsh turn into the patrol station a few miles later and the back door opens and knocks out one of the suitcases spilling it out. Freddie cusses out Brian and hurries out before anyone can steal his clothes. He's rapidly cramming everything back in. He's moving so fast everything is a blur and he won’t let Brian help. The bag won't close fully now and leaves a small gap on the zipper but it's fine. It's closed enough.

The older man gets back into the car and rubs his head great just what he needed on vacation, a headache. Freddie knows he can’t get too mad, it was his fault that the door wasn’t fully closed, or so he thinks he isn’t so sure. Brian comes back inside the car and lays a bar and something cold on Freddie's lap. 

"I got you your favorite drink and candy." Brian says softly, “I’m sorry pookie wookie bear.”

Freddie kisses his cheek, "You are forgiven dear. But call me pookie wookie bear again and you’re only having one kid.”

Brian laughs and gets the car back onto the road. He twists the knob on the radio a few times to find a station that isn’t static or breaking in and outies.. He finally finds one that's playing oldies music but it’s music that the two heard their parents play around the house when they were growing up.

Freddie closes his eyes and relaxes. He felt at total peace. His mind thinks back to his childhood as he and his sister dance around the living room in their nightgowns to the new album their father got from a garage sale.

Freddie didn't even realize he fell asleep until his head bounced off the window and they were pulled up to their rental for the week.

Freddie rubs his eyes as his door opens and Brian carries him inside. He softly talks to Freddie not knowing he's awake.

"I'm going to spoil you so much. I'm going feed you fancy Scottish foods and just spoil you rotten." Brian says laying Freddie in the bed and tucks him in.

Freddie rubs his eyes and sits up as Brian was dragging all four suitcases inside at once. Freddie whistles,  "There's my big strong sexy man!"

Brian blushes but smiles. He kisses Freddie's head, "Afternoon good looking."

Freddie giggles and gets out of bed. He rubs his eyes making his way over to the bags.

There's a faint noise and Brian paused, "Love, did your suitcase just meow?" 

Freddie looks confused, "No it shouldn't have."

They sit on the floor and unzip Freddie’s crammed bag. They move through the piles upon piles of clothing. A tiny black paw sticks its claws into Brian's jumper sleeve, "Found the little bastard."

Brian hoists it out and grabs its small body with one hand, "Well uh… this isn't our cat."

It was a pure black cat with even darker eyes than the midnight sky. Freddie scratches the kitten's ears, "Can I name him Queso?"

"You want to name this fluffball of darkness after cheese??" 

"I'm hungry." Freddie says picking up Queso, "And so is your new-" Freddie looks under the kitten's leg, "Daughter." 

Brian rolls his eyes and laughs at the craziness, "Where did Queso even come from?"

"She must have came into my bag when we dropped it and it busted open." Freddie says cuddling his new child.

"We can't take it home. We already told our son that three cats were enough." 

Freddie gives him puppy dog eyes and pouts his lips, "Maybe this can be a special present."

"Well I don't know-"

"If you want to get fucked you better say yes." Freddie teases gingerly rubbing his ass against him,

Brian claps his big hands, "Fine we're keeping the cheese." 

Freddie cheers and kisses him passionately. Queso jumps on his head and purrs constantly. They have a surprise for their family when they get home,