Blinded by the Light: Drabbles

Drabble Two: Keys

Guiding Roger along the gravel path that led from the sidewalk next to the road all the way to their front door, was never exactly an easy task late at night; the only source of lightning, which was a modest distribution of lampposts on either side of the street, emitted a glow too poorly for Brian to even see where he was walking, let alone to check what Roger was doing with his feet. That the lighting in their residential area was dimmed down at night (probably as another shabby attempt of the city council to save money on energy) so much that one could not see five feet in front of one's face, was common knowledge to Brian, who had noticed many times before that it was safer to trust his own instinct and senses than to rely on that poor glow of those damned streetlights. But whereas he had therefore gained experience in guiding Roger in the darkness of the early morning, or, more often, the obscurity of the late evening during the autumn months, he had always done this while being fully concentrated on his task of safely getting Roger out of the car and into their home. This time, though, it was fair to say that Brian, as well as Roger, was rather... distracted.

The fact that they were both distracted at the same time, was no coincidence at all; just like it would come to no one's surprise to find that this was because they were busy with each other. Bodies were close, hands were wrapped around sides and tangled in locks of hair, lips were hungrily moving against each other, all of which took away from the attention they should actually be paying to the uneven floor they walked – staggered, rather – on. Whereas Brian still made an effort to look at the surface beneath their feet as much as possible, Roger just seemed to be oblivious to their surroundings. Naturally, he couldn't see anything in the first place, but today he had even given up on trying to move forwards as carefully as possible, like he would normally do; he had simply given in to the attraction between Brian and him and clung to his partner, more because he wanted to be physically close to him than for the goal of safely reaching the other side of the gravel path.

But It wasn't that only Roger was guilty of distracting Brian; it was Brian who let it happen, who had given the first kiss that had soon led to this extensive make-out session, and who now certainly made no attempt to stop Roger but instead only fuelled him to go on by holding him tightly and kissing him slowly, lovingly, yet with the touch of sweet promise. Somewhere in between all of this, the guitarist attempted to move the two of them towards the front door, catching Roger whenever he threatened to lose his balance or trip over his own feet.

'Careful, baby,' Brian whispered against Roger's lips after he had been needing to rescue him from yet another potential fall. 'It's dark here. I can't see where we're going.'

'Welcome to my world,' Roger smiled back at him, before Brian found Roger pressing his lips against his again. Brian gladly responded to this by burying his hand in Roger's messy hair and kissing him back, this time more forceful than before, knowing this was the last kiss they were going to share before he was going to have to pull away to open the door they were slowly but steadily nearing.

'Hold on,' Brian said when he had managed to find a moment to pull away once they had reached their destination. 'Just going to get the keys,' he added while pulling the keys out of the back pocket of his trousers. He was glad to find that he had forgotten to switch off the light in the living room when they had left to the party earlier that evening; it emitted just enough light for him to be able to tell the difference between the dozen of keys he carried with him and to find the lock of the door. But just as he squinted his eyes to determine which one of the handful of keys was the one he needed to open the door, Roger, probably hearing the rattling sound of the keys, reached out his hand to take the little bundle of metal tools from Brian before his partner could even react to it.

'I can do it,' Roger said as to explain what he was planning to do with the newly acquired keys, sounding rather determined that he could, whereas Brian raised one eyebrow in doubt.