Let me be your hopeless Dream..

Chapter 1

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Hey Guys, it's just a quick author's note! :)

So this is my first FanFiction and english isn't my first language so sorry for any mistakes and there are sexy times in this chapter so if you you don't like it better skip this one. I just hope this is in any way good.. well, have fun :)

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"Roger stop!"

Brian gripped the suggestive hand on his thigh harshly. He could feel the blue clouded eyes watching him intensely.

He wished Roger wouldn't be like this.

Roger who would get horribly drunk and then do anything to get into Brian's pants. Roger who would give him everything he had ever asked for, for a night just to run away in the morning and act like nothing had ever happened.

It hurt. It hurt that all those hypocritical affection would wash off Roger's face as soon as the sun would light up the sky and the alcohol would stop affecting his mind. He would mumble an apology and a silent promise that it wouldn't happen again. Roger wouldn't even look him in the eye, he'd just pick up his clothes and leave without looking back.

And every now and then when Roger was drunk again he would ask Brian for favours he knew that weren't morally right. The worst part was still that Brian would say yes over and over again with the last string of hope in his mind silently begging Roger to stay. Oh how he wanted him to stay. Forever. A Day. Brian didn't mind, all he wanted was a chance.

"Brian!" Roger whispered and it sounded somewhat challenging. Those beautiful eyes were so clouded by now. Alcohol had reached its full power. Roger was obviously uncoordinated and dizzy, his hair was messy from the several times he had tried to push it out of his face but never succeeded and the table on which they were sitting was full of all those empty shot glasses which Roger (not him alone though) had drowned.

"I don't want this!" Brian said through clenched teeth. His eyes were constantly roaming around their friend's faces, hoping that no one was actually paying attention to them. Especially not to Roger whose hand was obviously near his crotch.

Roger cocked up an eyebrow and leaned closer to Brian with a smug grin on his face. Blond hair fell onto Brian's shoulder, a familiar scent settling in his nostrils and immediately Brian's stomach turned, making him feel incredibly nauseous.

"You never turned me down before Bri. Don't you tell me that you got tired of shagging me!" Roger's husky voice was almost next to his ear, sending shivers down in his spine. The blond's warm hand still resting on his thigh, massaging it slightly, well.. as good as he could with Brian's strong grip on his wrist, holding him in place as best as he could.

Brian felt sick and there was a bit of sweat forming on his forehead. Anxiousness crawled up in his mind, settling there and making it hard to even breathe properly. He wanted Roger to get lost.

There was something bubbling up in him. Anger? Fear? Maybe. The guitarist didn't know.

"Brian!" Roger whispered again in a suggestive tone that made Brian's toes curl. The Drummer pressed his upper body against the older man's arm, his lips almost ghosting over the shell of his ear. Well.. if there wasn't Brian's hair in which Roger refused to get entangled in, even drunk.

Brian turned his head slightly, looking right into that Baby blue eyes which were almost black by now. Pupils dilated in his drunk and aroused state. His breath was immediately stuck in his throat, Roger really was gorgeous. Damn it.

"I don't want you!" Brian stammered out and it sounded more like a question which made Roger smirk in a self-satisfied way. Bugger.

Their faces were mere inches apart, since Roger decided to invade Brian's personal space. The strong smell of cigarettes and Whiskey burned in Brian's nostrils.. but it was Roger. The younger man's eyes travelled down to Brian's lips, his tongue darting out to wet his own. The air seemed to be on fire, there obviously was a lot of tension but Brian didn't like to admit it.