Body Language. Queen

Whats The Matter Pretty Boy?

Freddie's P.O.V.

I guess that's where my like for Brian came from. I'd never really thought about it until Rory was gone but...Brian also had curly brown hair, Rory's was a lot shorter and his curls were not as tight. But I guess that's how I found out I loved curly hair on boys. And curly hair on Brian. Brian's eyes were not green but a beautiful shade of hazel, not too far away from what Rory's looked like. But it was after I had stopped thinking about Rory did Brian enter my mind. Did I realise he was also beautiful, even more so than Rory.

A lot more classier, he was taller, slimmer, everything started to tick the boxes for me with Brian and soon...well, soon I was obsessed with him and that's how it all started.

I snapped back to reality, why did I always end up in a toilet cubicle with somebody? Honestly.

I felt him reach for the button on my trousers, everything in me was willing him to sink to his knees and take my tip in his mouth...

But I had lied. I had not fucked Charlie on that night. I had been lying to Brian. I wanted to hurt him. To get my own back. I'd even been lying to myself about it, I wanted it to be convincing if ever it got talked about. But I hadn't touched Charlie. He tried it on with me but I batted him away, saying I wanted to wait.

So no. Charlie had not cheated on Brian with me. But he still tried to. I'd not told Roger or John the truth either. I wanted it to seem like I had. So still, I had been without a sexual encounter for longer than a person should.
Having nothing but my own hand tossing me off...which was not satisfying at all anymore.

I snatched Rory's hand away, "No...stop." I breathed heavily, hardly being able to open my eyes.

"What for?" He whispered, purposefully breathing onto my neck.

"I don't want to." I struggled with those words, it was a blatant lie and the huge erection I was carrying was a telltale sign.

"What? What's happened to you, Fred? You used to be such a little dick whore..." those fingers of his dragged down my length again making me jolt and clench my teeth.

"I've grown up. Somebody has to." I hissed, using his own line against him.

He stepped back, "You've changed." He said in almost disappointment.

"Obviously. It's been 4 years."

"No, I mean...you're not as happy as you used to be." He observed.

The fucking cheek. He'd seen me for no more than two hours and had already made that decision?

But did it really come across that obvious? Was I really walking around looking as miserable as I felt?

I unlocked the cubicle door behind me and walked out of the Men's, no point in me trying to have a piss now what with this hard on.

"Freddie, wait." Rory caught up and took my hand but I snatched it away without looking back at him. I just wanted to go home.

"Please." He begged, following me out of the club.
"I really have missed you." He tried to reason.

"Have you missed me, Rory? Or have you missed my dick?" I spat.

"Well...both."

I laughed in disbelief.

"I'm sorry. At least let me see you again, to make up for being idiot." He sounded genuine.

I glanced at him as we walked through town, I didn't know. I didn't know if he was genuine. We were young and foolish back then and didn't really care if either of us slept with other people while we were seeing each other. But I'd changed, I don't think he had. I wanted a relationship. He just wanted sex. Would I be wasting my time?