Body Language. Queen

Is It Me?

Roger's P.O.V.

After that huge news I just couldn't play my drum piece properly. I had bigger things on my mind right now than playing the drums. Although the instruments were a strong love of mine I just didn't want to play at the moment.

What I did want to do. Was walk over to John and kiss him. Which I could do now. Now that's he's gay.

He's gay.

I couldn't believe it, it was like all my dreams and wishes had come true! I actually could have a chance with being with him. Someone whom I'm in complete adoration of. Who I was head over heels for!

All I had to do now was make sure that he liked me. That was now the biggest hurdle.

What if he didn't like me?

I stared at him longingly through the booth window as he fiddled about with the soundboard.

I would have to keep myself under strict self control when we all moved in together and John was living in the same house as me. It would take all my strength to not let myself wander into his bedroom at night and slip into bed with him...

I tapped myself on the head with a drumstick in an aim to rid myself of these distractions.

"You are just not getting this today are you..." I suddenly heard John mumble into my headphones, talking about my drum playing.

"Sorry...I've got a lot on my mind right now." I couldn't stop a small smile from forming on my lips.

I heard him chuckle.

I wanted to comfort him so desperately and tell him it was okay. Y'know, to be gay and all. I knew he still thought he was doing wrong. I knew that his parents didn't agree with homosexuality and no doubt that thought lingering in the back of his mind wasn't doing him any favours.

But I wanted him to know that he'll always have me, Fred and Bri.

"Okay, one more time. You better nail this one." John said.

I watched him speak, I couldn't tear my eyes away from the delicate and fragile being. I wanted to wrap him up in cotton wool.

My sensitive side was overcoming me, I needed to go in there and do something, the urge was strong and I couldn't stop it.

I yanked off the headphones and slammed down my drumsticks and paced to the door that lead into the booth where Deaky was.

I knew he was watching me and I knew he was confused.

I pulled open the door and shut it behind me. There was a short silent pause as I didn't yet face him, but he was staring at me. I messed with my hair, something I did when I was nervous yet, I was hardly ever nervous.
I drew in a short, sharp breath before turning to him a lot quicker than intended.

I made eye contact with him and everything I was about to say just disappeared into the atmosphere as if nothing was there in the first place. My breathing was heavy as my chest heaved with every lungful of oxygen I inhaled as I stared deep into the eyes of John Deacon.

He was making no effort to look away from mine.

"That's why Freddie couldn't tell me..." I whispered, that sentence was not what I was intending to say.
"He told me we had to figure it out between ourselves...he told me to talk to you. That's why he sent us both in here...you told him last night...didn't you. Fred already knows...doesn't he..." These thoughts were somehow being spoken from my mouth as I pieced everything together.

"Yeah...I told Fred last night..." Deaky admitted, "I'm sorry..."

"Sorry?" I rushed closer to him and bent down next to him, "No! No...don't be sorry Deaks! I'm proud of you." I nodded, smiling now.