Queen Oneshots (Slash)

Regret (Maylor)

a/n- Angsty af, also implied Breaky. 

This one kinda sucks but the other chaps are better. Let me know if yall like it though.

It was a cold Friday night. The wind was bitter and unforgiving, the thick snow crunched as his clogs hit the ground with each step. Correction: Not his but Brian's clogs. His unfashionable, heavy, clogs. The clogs he wore on almost a daily basis, the clogs he'd worn almost every time Roger would look at him with admiration in his eyes. The clogs that were so present in his life, but he somehow managed to forget about when he rushed out of Roger's flat, slipping on the nearest pair of shoes- which happened to be Roger's.
As the blonde trudged along the sidewalk, he could feel the warm tears fall down his freezing face. Not caring enough to wipe them away. He mindlessly walked through the streets, using up the night for as long as he could. Dreading his return home, where everything would remind Roger of him.
Roger recalled the last time Brian was over at his flat, earlier in the night. Roger knew deep down that would probably stay the last time. There was no way John, or Brian's own guilty conscience could allow the guitarist to step foot there again after what happened.

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"Brian," he whispered softly, stroking his bandmates bare chest. "What does this make us?" He awaited his answer, trailing a line of gentle kisses done his lovers neck, licking over the love bites he'd left earlier. "Baby, we can't- god, what have I done?" Confused, Roger backed off. Brian was sweating, he brought the arm that was wrapped around the drummer up to his face so he could push the curls out of his eyes. Guilt overwhelmed him and Roger now could see right through it.
"Don't tell me you regret all this?" Roger stated, looking up into the hazel eyes he had obsessed over for so long.
"I just cheated on the love of my life." Brian said bluntly, more to himself than to the blonde at his side.
Roger didn't see that coming. "You're- you're in a relationship?"
"Yeah."
Roger quickly pushed himself off of Brians chest, and sat up in bed.
"Shit- mate, you get back together with Chrissie?" Roger said, staring off into nowhere.
"God, no," Brian let out a little too quickly, Roger felt a dip in the bed as Brian stood up. "Rog, I'm sorry. Can we forget this ever happened?"
He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Minutes ago he was sure that everything was coming together. He wanted his lanky friend for so goddamn long, and he was positive he'd finally got him.
He watched as Brian stood in the middle of the room, picking up his clothes.

"Whoever this bird is, do you really reckon they still want you? I don't think you want her." Roger snapped, "You clearly didn't care when you were all over me."

Brian went on gathering his discarded clothing, too caught up in his own head to acknowledge the drummer.

"Bri, please don't be like this. I....love you."

He was zipping up his trousers by the point that he finally chose to respond.
"This was a mistake, Roger. I don't know why I let this happen, but I don't feel the same way about you."
"So you took advantage of my feelings all for a quick shag?"
"I'm sorry," the guitarist looked back at him for barely a second before turning around to exit the bedroom.
Roger sprang up with nothing but the sheet he clutched to his chest and followed him down the hallway.
"Can we still be mates?" Roger didn't want to throw away their 5 years of friendship.
He watched as Brian slipped on his coat in a rush. The two now standing right by the front door.
"If he takes me back, its up to him," Brian replied. "I honestly don't know if he'll forgive me, but he'll probably forgive you once I talk to him."
"Wait, him? Who?" Roger asked, completely unaware of Brian's boyfriend.
Brian looked at him one last time, "John."
A million more questions popped into his head but Brian quickly slipped on his shoes and left before any of them could get out.

Roger took a second to reflect on everything that just happened. He leaned against the wall sliding down onto the floor as his emotions got the best of him. He took note of the clogs next to him. Any other time he'd be pissed that someone took his shoes, but he was too heart broken for that. He could still feel the dried remnants of Brian on him, he could still smell the sex in the air. It was all getting too much.

The night was somewhat young, and he didn't plan on spending it cooped up in this constant reminder of the unrequited love he had for Brian. He willed himself off the ground and straight to the shower, where he could wash away the pain and where the water would mask his tears.

So that was sorta bad, but I mean if continue on with this then I'll probs go back and edit. Anyways, please lemme know what you think.