Body Language. Queen

Fair And Square.

Brian's P.O.V.

I had awoken very late to a cold cup of tea on my bedside table, it was early afternoon when I eventually did wake up and I was a usually quite the early bird.

I felt fresh again having had the long sleep and had gone into Freddie's room to see if he needed anything, almost having heart attack when I saw he wasn't there.

Turns out he'd somehow managed to get himself down stairs and on to the sofa, he was peacefully watching some crap on telly.

"Good afternoon, you lazy sod." He smirked at me when I walked through the door.

I chuckled, "How did you get down here?" I asked.

"I slid down the stairs on my arse." He shrugged.

"Fred, you should have shouted me to help you!"

"I didn't want to wake you, dear."

"Well you should've done."

"Stop whittling, Bri, make me a cup of tea will you?" He giggled.

"Where are the other two?" I called from in the kitchen whilst I waited for the kettle to boil.

"They've gone to John's parents house..." he said with suspicion in his voice.

I ran back in, "Really? Shit. I hope everything goes okay."

"Well apparently, Roger was a nervous mess this morning, Deaky still hadn't told him how his parents were with the whole 'being gay' thing."

I cringed hard, I really couldn't visualise a good out coming from this situation.

"Do you know when they're back?" I asked.

"Haven't a clue...that's if they come back at all." He darkly joked.

"Freddie." I warned, earning a cackle from the frontman.

As the day went on I had to help Fred up and down the stairs a couple of times so that he could go to the toilet but other that that he had quickly adjusted to using his crutches and was getting about the rest of the house with ease.

I just felt really guilty that this had happened to him in the first place, but as of yet, he was not miserable about it.

I was also a tad awkward around him, I didn't want to be and I don't think he'd caught on but I couldn't help be a little bashful. What with having that almighty argument and then fucking kissing him of all things.

I just got so angry and frustrated that he thought everything I was saying to him was bullshit when it was all the truth, because I'd lied to him so often he thought I was lying again, when I wasn't. It was a way of shutting him up and letting him know that I really do like him.

But neither of us had brought it up.

Maybe Fred thought I wouldn't want to talk about it. Or he was in doubt that it ever happened at all. But he did mention it briefly when he woke up in hospital.

Thing is...I wanted him to bring it up, I wanted to talk about it, I wanted to clarify that I wasn't just giving him what he wanted to keep him quiet, I wanted to kiss him.

Fair and square.

I wanted to.
And I had done for ages.
And I wanted to do it again.
But I was terrified.

This accident has brought us closer and I could already tell that. In nasty circumstances and regrettably...I was kind of glad that it had happened...otherwise I think we would still hate each other.

But I was in an awkward position now having broken that barrier.

Do I talk about it with him or do I just go in for a kiss again? Would he push me away or kiss me back? Something I didn't give him the chance to do.

I'd had a major change of heart. After trying to put myself off Freddie for so long...I had let myself start to enjoy liking him. He was gorgeous and I could see that more each time I looked at him, he made me tingle like a nervous schoolboy with a crush. I had developed a fuck it attitude and was no longer fighting with myself, telling myself he was no good for me.

Because I no longer cared. I had come to realise he wasn't a fuck machine anymore and really wanted something serious and proper.

I wanted to try with him.
Properly.

He could end up being something amazing but I would never know...if I never tried.

I wanted to give him...us...a chance.

But I wanted to wait until his leg was better and he was out of the cast. It was a long time but it would also give me the chance to really think about it. Although I was pretty sure my mind was made up. But just in case.

I made us another both a cup of tea and I sat in the arm chair next to the sofa after giving his cup to Fred.

"What're you watching?" I asked, nodding to the telly.

He shrugged, taking a gulp of his beverage, "I don't know, some shite. Here." He tossed me the remote.

I flicked through the programmes, "Have you had anything to eat?"

He shook his head, "I can't keep my fucking balance long enough to be able to make tea, never mind food." He chuckled.

"Well I'm starving, I'm going to make something, want some?" I stood up again.

"What are you making?"

"What do you fancy?"

He pondered, "Hmm...a toasted sandwich."

I giggled at his response, "What do you want on it?"

"Cheese and tomato...please." He gave me one of those over the top grins.

I decided to have the same as Fred and set too making the sandwiches, easily being able to carry on conversing with him as the kitchen and living room were joined.

Sitting back down again when they were ready we ate in comfortable silence until Freddie broke it.

"You know you're going to have to help me wash. I can't get this wet." He side glanced at me, tapping his cast.

I almost choked on a tomato at the thought of it.

Although, previously, it would have been a request I would have refused to do.

Now...I was sort of looking forward to it.

He was smirking as he probably read my shocked face.

"Umm...okay." I agreed, shyly.

"I'll have to get naked, you do know that?" His smirk growing into a wild smile.

He was testing me now.

"No." I giggled.

"Yes. How else will I wash my-"

"You're arms are not in casts. I'm pretty sure you can wash your own balls." I laughed and he joined in too.

"Shame..." he whispered under his breath, giggling.

The rest of the day was spent worrying about John and Roger, watching rubbish TV and fetching things for Freddie.

It was getting late now and had started to get dark.

"Those two have been gone for ages...do you think they're okay?" I asked.

"They can look after themselves. It either means things have gone wonderfully and they're still at Deaky's mum and dads house or things have gone tits up and they've buggered off somewhere. Either way, I'm sure they're fine." His tone of voice soothing me.

I nibbled at my fingers, battling with myself and trying to stop my mind creating bad scenarios. But I'm sure Freddie is right. They'll be fine.

"Well look. Why don't you help me have a wash, to get it over and done with?" He tried hard to keep his naughty smile under control but failed miserably.