Body Language. Queen

Right Here, Right Now.

Roger's P.O.V.

"He's coming over to mine tonight." I smirked at Freddie as we both glanced at John.

He gasped putting a dramatic hand over his heart. "You are not serious."

I giggled, grinning widely. "I'm like, totally serious." I said in a mocked school girl tone.

Freddie fanned himself in a camp, theatrical manner, sporting the same mocking tone as I when he spoke, a thing me and Freddie did when we gossiped to each other. "I'm so completely overwhelmed right now."

His comment and actions made me laugh loudly and I saw John turn his head in our direction.

I pushed Fred towards the back door as we both had our hands over our mouths trying to stay silent and not erupt into a loud laughing mess. I put a finger to my lips in an attempt to shush him but Freddie was awful at stopping himself from laughing and eventually exploded, blowing what sounded like a raspberry through his lips as the hysterics that he had been trying lock away broke free.

His explosion made me crumble too and loud cackles escaped my throat.

Freddie was doubled over with his forehead in the palm of his hand as he continued to laugh.

I staggered backwards batting and swooping at the air with my arms trying to stop Freddie from laughing whilst I was still in hysterics myself.

"What's going on?!"

I turned still laughing and saw John, I could do nothing but point to Freddie who was now crouched on the floor, as if he was melting from giggling too much. Nothing was even that hilarious, but something had definitely tickled us.

"What?!" John quizzed beginning to chuckle himself, this laughing lark was obviously contagious.

"I...I don't know!" I managed to choke out, coughing as I caught the breath in my throat.

Freddie had scraped himself up off the floor and began to claw at the wall in an attempt to stand up, he managed it even though his legs looked like they could give way at any given moment.

He turned to us still laughing, wiping his nose and his eyes, running his fingers through his hair.

"Oh...aren't we daft bastards." He said.

We all composed ourselves, having to look away from each other as we knew if we made eye contact we'd start laughing again. All of us out of breath as if we'd run a marathon.

"Darlings, you're my favourite people in the world." Freddie giggled.

After putting our coats on and arranging with John for him to arrive at mine at 7, I collared Freddie before he clambered into his car to go home.

"I umm...I might call you later on."

"You bloody might, yes. I want all the gossip. I'll wait up for you dear." He winked.

I grinned, "Take it easy, Fred." I squeezed his shoulder and shut his car door after he nodded at me. I waved as he drove off.

"7 Deaky. Bring the booze!" I called over at John pointing at him.

I was jittery, it was almost time for John to be here and he was never late for anything. I didn't know how to feel. Being in the same room as John all evening. God. How was I going to act. I can't see it being awkward, I mean we see each other everyday how could it be awkward? How do I get a conversation rolling? Maybe he will initiate it. We'll start by talking about our plan for Freddie. I mean. That's why he's coming over right? To talk about Fred? No. I asked him over. To spend more time with him. To indulge in his company. For my sake. To tend to my wants. To look at him. I desperately wanted to know where he stood relationship wise. Women? Men? Wanted to at least get something out of him. I didn't want to be in Freddie's position. Too scared to advance in anything. What if I got everything out of him? He did like men. He did want a relationship with a man. He did like me. What would happen then? Dates? Relationship? Would he just let me undress his skinny frame completely, finally allowing me to see what lay underneath when all I had to go on at the moment were the devilish images that my mind conjured up? What if we...we...