Body Language. Queen

Sick And Twisted.

Roger's P.O.V.

I awoke the next morning in the happiest of moods.

The world could end today but I wouldn't care because John was my boyfriend. I had a boyfriend. My first boyfriend. And it was the person I had adored and admired for many years. John Deacon.

I wanted to jump out of bed and dance, shout it to the world.

Instead I went downstairs and made everyone a cup of tea.

I carried them clumsily up, I was the first awake this morning. I placed mine and Deaky's down for a moment and I tentatively poked my head around Brian's bedroom door. I never could predict what his mood was going to be like. It changed on a day to day basis and most days he was a twat. Some days he could be alright. He seemed to be still sleeping so I tiptoed over and placed his mug on his bedside table and nearly screamed when I noticed something that he had obviously tried to conceal under his lamp, but it was slightly sticking out.

An opened condom wrapper.

I hurried back out and sucked in a lungful of oxygen, I had stopped breathing.

"Holy fuck." I hissed to myself and  clawed at my hair. This shouldn't affect me but after what we saw last night...it did.

I hurried over to Freddie's room, he was also still asleep. A god send as I now had something sick and twisted to discuss with Deaky. I quickly placed his cup of tea down for him and rushed back out.

I grabbed mine and Deaky's tea and I slowly went into his room.

I was pleasantly surprised to see him awake, reading a book.

"Good morning." He grinned at me and took his tea gratefully.

A tingle ran through my body as I stared at my beautiful boyfriend.
"Good morning to you." I bent over and kissed his lips making him giggle.

I perched on the end of his bed.

"What's the matter?" He asked suspiciously with slanted eyes.

I swallowed hard, "I just took Brian a cuppa, he was still asleep but I-I saw something..." I was blushing heavily.

"Good god, was his arse hanging out of bed or something?" Deaks laughed.

I cracked a smile at that comment, "No, something a bit worse than that..."

"What on earth could be worse than that?" He smiled evilly.

"An opened condom wrapper on his bedside table..." I mumbled.

He slammed his book shut and stared at me for a few seconds in disbelief.

"What."

I nodded, sipping my tea.

"No."

"Yep."

"This cannot be fucking happening."

"I think it is." I cringed.

He shook his head violently.
"No. No!" He whispered shouted.

There was a pause as we both tried to fathom what was going on.

"Do...do you think he-?" He hinted.

"Well unless he's had a posh wank then I don't see any other explanation."

He rolled his head back and groaned angrily. "This cannot be fucking happening." He looked at me again, "I don't see it. I don't see him doing that."

"What if he is?"

"Then we need to tell him to fucking stop. We need to make him tell us the truth. He can't go around fucking doing this. Not after all he's done already." He was frantic.