Comfort

Part Two

Brian awakens the next morning, keeping his eyes closed as a smile forms on his face. He runs his fingers through Chrissie's hair, slightly confused by how short her chocolate locks are. He thinks nothing of it, as he is in that state where you aren't fully awake, but not really sleeping. You're only partially aware of your surroundings, and aren't conscious enough to remember reality.

Brian sighs as he continues to play with his wife's hair, loving the feeling of it's comforting softness. He shifts his head a bit, leaning down to nestle his face in her hair, wanting to smell the sweet perfume she always wore. Instead, Brian was greeted by the scent of a husky, very manly cologne. The scent tickled his nose, making him giggle a bit and curl up around the warm body beside him.

Brian feels a pair of strong arms wrap around his waist, arms that he knew, asleep or not, did not belong to Chrissie. Brian's eyes opened, and he glanced around the dark room, remembering that he was not in his safe bed at home, but in a hotel. And the arms wrapped tightly around his waist belonged to his best friend and bandmate, Roger Taylor.

Brian moved his head back so he wasn't being smothered by Roger's hair. The drummer's head was resting on his chest, his mouth open slightly and his breathing calm and soft. He was practically on top of Brian, as he hungered for human closeness due to the incident a few nights ago. Brian at 1am understood this. Brian at 6am, however, did not. He tried to push Roger off of him, but failed, as Roger was latched onto him for dear life. He tried to move his legs, which were tangled with the blonde's, but again, he was trapped.

Brian sighed, glaring down Roger, mentally cursing himself for offering to share his bed. "You're like a little kid, y'know that? I give you and inch and you take a yard," Brian whispered to Roger, although he knew Roger wouldn't hear.

Brian wanted to move, but he didn't want to awaken Roger in the process. He thought about simply yanking himself free, but he knew he would end up falling and hitting his head on the lamp or the wall.

"Well, looks like you've got me imprisoned," Brian muttered as he looked up at the ceiling, now finding himself to be wide awake. That was the thing with Brian; he could sleep for a little as 2 hours and be wide awake for the rest of the day. He was quite the light sleeper, too.

Brian was also a patient man, so he would until Roger woke up, or until it was an appropriate time to awaken him. After all, Roger's the guy who thinks 10am is early. And plus, the band had nowhere to travel to; just one show in the evening.

The guitarist began thinking back to Roger's nightmare. He was concerned for his friend, naturally, since he had deprived himself of sleep for the past few days. It bothered Brian that Roger didn't tell him exactly what frightened him so much, but then again, it could upset Roger to talk about it. And that was the last thing Brian wanted to do.

Brian looked back down at the sleeping drummer, smiling a little. He looked many years younger in his sleep, almost as young as he did when Brian first met him. There was a look of child-like innocence on Roger's face, a look that Brian rarely got to see. He found it to be adorable, now that he got to observe it. Because right now, Brian didn't see Roger Taylor, the rockstar, he saw him simply as Roger, his best friend.

Brian once again ran his fingers through Roger's hair, twirling a soft, blonde lock between his fingers. He remembered back before Roger cut his hair, when Brian always wondered what his hair felt like. It might sound strange, weird, even, but it was a thought that Brian often had. Anytime he had the opportunity to ruffle Roger's hair, he took advantage of it. Of course, Roger never minded.

When 8 o'clock rolled around, Brian was still a bit restless. He hungry, needed to use the bathroom, and starting to feel more like a pillow than a person. His fingers were still playing with Roger's hair, something he didn't think he would get tired of doing. But, they had to get up sometime.