My Heart Got Hijacked By You

Hi and welcome to my second Queen slash fanfic! Thank you so much for reading my first fic "Get Well Soon, Love!" and I hope you'll enjoy this one too.
This story is a long one-shot and it's based on a very nice drawing by a talented artist in deviantart. I'm so sorry I didn't get their names, but the credits for their works go to them.
The story took place in the 70s, but it only happened in this fic, ok :D

Roger, John and Brian don't belong to me. I wish they were though.

English isn't my first language so forgive me for the grammatical errors.

Well then, enjoy reading!
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"Jooohnnn!"

"Yes?"

"Briaaaan!"

A sigh.

"Jooohnnn!"

"Yes?"

"Briaaaan!"

An eye-roll.

"Jooohnnn!"

"For God's sake stop calling our names in turn, Roger! You're not making any sense! " John snapped.

"Briaaaaan!"

John groaned loudly, throwing his head back thinking that he was going to have a long night.

Roger and John were sitting on the couch in John's living room. Cans of beer were scattered on the coffee table. That evening after work Roger insisted to come to John's flat with a six pack and a bottle of whiskey in his hands pleading for John to drink with him. As expected, Roger drank a bit too much than usual, while John had a few, enough to make his head spin but still remain sober.

And there they were, half drunk for John and completely drunk for Roger, sprawled on the couch, listening to the drummer's whining about a certain guitar player.

Being the youngest in the band, John and Roger became the best of friends. They would spend a lot of time together for any kinds of reason that they grew to know each other very well to the point that they would share their secrets to one another. Roger's big secret was that he apparently had fallen in love with their guitar player, Brian. Tall, curly, skinny, soothing voice, clogs, brainy, love stars and everything in the galaxy, kind to animals, mature, brilliant guitarist with fast fingers. Roger had a big interest for anything that moved fast, like cars, and for this case, a guitar player as well.
John remembered one night Roger confessed to his best friend that he had a huge crush for Brian which he kind of already knew long before the confession. Who wouldn't when everyday the blond would constantly openly flirt with the older man. It was somehow amusing to John to see his best friend trying hard to get Brian to notice his charm. He would find Roger fixing his hair when he entered a room where Brian was in, flashing his sweetest smile or grinned flirtatiously at the guitar player when they were mildly chatting and those big blue eyes were equally flirty as well. Not to mention all those tight pants he wore must had an important role to get Brian or everyone else to notice him.