Body Language. Queen

The Boss.

Brian's P.O.V.

The physio was going well for Freddie, it felt uncomfortable for him and he still had to use his crutches but at least he was out of the cast now.

I had this niggling feeling inside of me that I needed to talk to Freddie about us now. Right now. I wanted to get it off my chest, I wanted to know his opinion.

I was still slightly embarrassed by the doctors 'boyfriend' remark but in a silly way it made me feel a little giddy.

Apart from the fact that Freddie said I was nothing to him than his personal slave. Which was another reason why I wanted to talk to him. Had he changed his mind about me? But the way he looked at me almost made me collapse.

"My body feels so much lighter...I can't wait to walk without these fucking things again." He chuntered, throwing his crutches into the back of my car.

I laughed in response, feeling slightly awkward about the whole situation.

I wasn't going to drive us home. We were going somewhere else.

We sat in comfortable silence for a while whilst I drove, I had a specific place in mind. But first I had something to do.

"I just need to run an errand..." I muttered. Pulling up on the street that I used to work on, the job that was just there for me to bring in a little extra cash, the one that made me leave the studio early. I hadn't attended work there for a while. It was a weird contract, I could turn up and work whenever I wanted and get paid for the hours I did, it wasn't a rule that I had to turn up.

There was just one catch that I'd not let anyone know.

"Isn't this that place where you did that other job?" Freddie questioned, peering out of the window.

I looked at him quizzically, "How do you know?"

"Oh, me and Rog followed you once because you wouldn't tell us what you were up to, we thought it was the house of a girlfriend you were seeing because a woman came to the door." He shrugged, casually.

I couldn't even get mad, that was expected of those two, nosy buggers.

Instead I just giggled, "Well, you know the truth now..." I raised my eyebrows at him.

He looked down, laughing and smiling wildly, "Yep...Brian May likes cock." He giggled evilly.

"I won't be long." I giggled at him, shaking my head.

"Wait, can't I come? I'm coming with you." He announced, getting out of the car before I could protest, but thinking about it, I could maybe need his support.

We walked up to the building and I rang the doorbell, the door soon opened and I was greeted by the beautiful blonde woman that Freddie probably thought was my girlfriend.

Her eyes widened, "Brian?!" She smiled, hugging me.

"Hello, Emma." I hugged her back, also smiling.

"Where the hell have you been? You've not been here for months!" She let myself and Freddie in.

"Life got in the way, is umm...is he upstairs?" I swallowed hard.

I saw her face drop a little, "In his office."

I walked towards the stairs with Freddie and his clicking crutches behind me, "Are you sure you're not fucking her?" He asked, quietly.

I chuckled, "No. She's just a colleague. Don't get jealous." I teased.

I heard him scoff, "Too late..." he muttered, I don't think he wanted me to hear but I did. "What are you doing here anyway?" He asked.