Body Language. Queen

Taylor-Mercury.

Freddie's P.O.V.

I knew it. I didn't want it to be true, I kept finding excuses, but I knew it. I knew he had a thing for me, before Brian mentioned anything I must have been walking around blind, but when he did mention it, that Rog could be more jealous than just on a friendship scale, I started to put two and two together. The strange stares he sometimes gave me, where he never realised that he was giving me the once over for a long period and the embarrassment on his face when I caught him out. The protectiveness...the I want you all to myself attitude that he had portrayed towards me since I knew him...I had a feeling he had been trying to push it away, out of his mind for a long time, and that he had forgotten about it. That was until Brian started to claim me and Roger started to loose me. I wasn't always there when he wanted me to be anymore. And he didn't like that.

But I was so happy we had sorted things out between us, the very last thing I would ever want is to loose Roger over something so silly. He was starting to understand, starting to admit that his attitude and actions were rather unnecessary, even though I could tell it was hard for him to say he was happy for me and Brian, I could tell he wanted to be.

I did feel a little uneasy about him saying he fancied me, it was a little awkward but I tried to banish the awkwardness and replace it with humour, I could tell it wasn't a serious thing though, and I tried to make it clear that even if he had a raging want for me, things would never happen between us. I was slowly grasping Brian and he was in a flourishing relationship with Deaky.

Roger was adorable. He was attractive and I could appreciate that. But not my type.

I was going to make sure that this tantrum of his would not get leaked to Deaky as I don't think he would be impressed in the slightest if I told him his boyfriend was jealous of not dating me. And for Rogers sake, I guess I could avoid telling Brian too...for now.

Though talking with Roger had made me realise that we had not gotten together or talked properly for a while, and it had made me realise that I had missed it. Myself and Rog got up to so much mischief when we were younger, things that the other two will never know about, I taught him a lot of things and perhaps tainted his innocence a little. I mean goodness, he practically lived with me he was over at my house that often, if he wasn't staying over after a night out he fell asleep just because he had stayed that late after work. Not to mention when he couldn't be bothered to clean his house, he'd bring his lady friends over to my house because it was apparently cleaner and fuck them in my spare room. For a price, of course, a bottle of alcohol for every hour he spent in that room. And he changed the sheets himself.

As it was just the two of us tonight, a rarity nowadays, I had a strong urge to relive those wild nights out we used to have, just for tonight. It might settle Rogers cravings for my company.

We neared The Mill and I started to get giddy, none of us had been out for a while, too busy focusing on getting the album done.

I elbowed him, "How much money you got?" I said.

"I don't know, why?" He asked slyly.

I raised my eyebrows at him, "We can't expect to relive a legendary Taylor-Mercury night out without putting a little something up our noses, now..." I smirked at him and his eyes lit up.

"You're so bad, Freddie!" He giggled, digging into his pockets.

We combined a little of both of our money and before entering The Mill, managed to track down some seedy looking bloke hanging outside. It was so easy to get your hands on drugs around here it was almost criminal.

Once the exchange had been made I made my way back over to Roger who had waited for me elsewhere to make things look a little less obvious.

"Here." I grinned at him, moving his jacket and sliding a tiny pouch of powder into his shirt pocket. "Come." I beckoned him to follow me, avoiding entering the club for a few minutes more but swanning through the vast crowds collecting in the street.