Song Suggestion - Love Hurts by Nazareth
'Love hurts, love scars
Love wounds and marks
Any heart
Not tough or strong enough
To take a lot of pain, take a lot of pain
Love is like a cloud
Holds a lot of rain
Love hurts
Ooh, ooh, love hurts'
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Roger woke to the sound of Brian in the bathroom and sat up in the bed. He heard the distinct sound of vomiting and grimaced as he listened to Brian empty his stomach. Realizing he truly was sick as he had implied before. The sound of flushing got him moving.
He pulled himself from the bed and walked to the bathroom. Leaning in the doorway as Brian closed the toilet lid and sat down. Hunching over and resting his elbows on his thighs and groaning.
"You really are sick!" Roger noted as Brian remained silent. Running his hands over his face. "Do you think you can play tonight?" the drummer questioned.
"It's one more show and then we get a break before Boston" Brian reminded him. "I'll make it through one show" he assured Roger. The drummer stepped in the bathroom and leaned over to feel Brian's forehead. Finding it hot and his face clammy feeling.
"You probably have a fever" Roger said as Brian pushed him away.
"Go back to your room before I make you sick" Brian told him. Roger laughed a little.
"I just laid in bed next to you all night" Roger reminded him. "If your contagious then I'm doomed" he pointed out with amusement. "And might I remind you that we fucked yesterday so that probably did me in as well" he added bluntly.
"Sorry..." Brian replied. Feeling bad for possibly making him ill. Roger shrugged.
"It's not your fault you're sick and you were fine yesterday" Roger responded. "Weren't you?" he then questioned. Brian sighed.
"My arm still hurts and it has everyday...but I've kind of grown used to it..." Brian admitted as he rubbed at his upper arm. Roger's brow furrowed.
"You need to see a doctor again about your arm" Roger suggested. "I hope you don't have an infection or something and that is why you're ill" he considered.
"I can see about it tomorrow maybe" Brian told him. "You better go before everyone wakes up" he advised. Roger nodded. Not wanting to get caught leaving Brian's room by someone and having to answer questions.
"Yeah..." Roger agreed. "I'll check on you in a bit...drink some water and try and get some more sleep" he proposed. Brian stood up from the toilet and went to the sink. Reaching for the water glass.
"I'll see you later" Brian replied as he gave Roger a weary smile.
"I'd kiss you..." Roger started and Brian cut him off.
"No you won't" Brian interjected. "Besides feeling like shit...I did just vomit" he reminded Roger.
"Right..." Roger said with the grimace returning to his face. "I'll call you in a while" he repeated as Brian took a drink of water. Wiping at his mouth as he finished.
"Okay..." Brian replied as Roger went to find his shoes. He got them on as Brian finished in the bathroom. Roger smiled at him and walked to the door. Waiting to see Brian climb back into bed. Gesturing at him to go. "See you later..." the guitarist said. Seeing Roger quietly open the door and peer out to check for people.
"Love you..." Roger told him softly as he slipped out the door.
Brian pulled the bedclothes further up over him and sighed heavily. Praying he would feel better when he woke up.
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Secret Love - A Maylor Tale
FanfictionBrian May fell in love with a song and its singer. It may him yearn to find someone of equal measure in his own personal life. He never expected that the one who would fulfil his expectations was another man. And it is a secret he hopes to keep...
