Queen Oneshots (Slash)

His Touch pt 2 (Frian)

Ive decided to make this into three parts because of the length

My heart was racing and I couldn't understand what was happening. I turned my attention back to the man in my arms.

Freddie looked up at me and I almost melted at his adorable messed up hair.

"Brian?"

"Uh...yeah?" I hoped Roger wasn't paying attention anymore.

Freddie started leaning up to me, "Can I kiss you?" He softly whispered.

I knew that I wanted to. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to hold him, and hug him, pull him in close and run my fingers through his thick hair as our lips met and loose all my breath because of him. I wanted to be able to feel his tongue brush up against mine as I stopped caring about my pride or my parents or the band or any of the people around us. I wanted to give in so bad. But I didn't.

My breath was hitched in my throat. I panicked and snatched my hands back from around him and I could see how he was confused and hurt. He backed up a little.

"Sorry, Fred, I'm not interested," I flat out lied, rubbing my hand against the back of my neck. I had to force myself to say it and I don't know why. I was still too afraid to fully give in.

"...Look, I...uh...I'm sorry. I should not have done that." He was quieter than normal, and was obviously taken aback.

I felt so bad. So fucking guilty. I lead him on and flirted back with him and blushed when he'd give me all his attention and even fucking held him. He had all reason to believe I liked him back and that's because I did like him back. I was too much of a fucking coward to do anything about it but I really did have feelings for him.

"I think I'm going to go home now, darling." He kept his head down as he awkwardly walked away.

Part of me wanted to grab him and tell him the truth but instead I just watched him leave, not even saying goodbye to anyone else.
I slumped back against the wall missing him already. Missing his touch already and feeling so fucking guilty. I shut my eyes and tried to think about what I just did. My thoughts were interrupted by a familiar raspy voice.

"Stop worrying and fucking go for it."

I opened my eyes to find Roger leaning against the wall next to me, "Pardon?"

"Look, Bri, I already know and I don't hate you. Admit that you have a thing for him."

Ar first, I pretended not to know what or who he was talking about though it was pretty obvious looking back on it.

"I am not-"

"Brian."

He was more serious now, and I tried backing up but I was cornered...literally. He knew I was wanting to escape the conversation, so he sat down on the ground next to me and motioned for me to join him. I gave up and sat down by his side, I instinctively pulled my knees to my chest.

He cleared his throat before he spoke quietly, "I didn't wanna drag you out of the closet but I don't wanna watch you turn away a chance like this. I can't idly sit by anymore."

There was no use further pretending. I took a deep breath carefully choosing my next words staring at the floor since I was too embarrassed to face him.

"I would've never said this on my own... but yeah, I'm into men." I admitted quietly. I added on the end with a hand gesture, "specifically Freddie."

It felt surprisingly good to get that out. I was still on edge but once the words left my mouth I felt the tension slowly decimate.

He placed a hand on my shoulder in a brotherly way and I could've sworn out of the corner of my eye I saw his face swell up with excitement like an overexcited fangirl as he continued on.

"Freddie fancies you a lot, mate. Whats the hold up?"

Thats what hit me hardest. Answering wasn't easy, but I forced myself to think out loud. I explained to him how throughout my teens and up until recently I'd been able to repress those urges.

"Yet when you introduced me to Freddie the feelings were and are so strong I didn't know what to do with them. Holding him is so nice, and I knew it was like meant to happen but when I saw you watching us, I got scared when I realized I had let myself get so close to him. Then the moment supreme came and he asked to kiss me and I freaked out, rejected him, told him I wasn't interested and immediately regretted it."

"You love him."

I nodded before I continued, "I just want to own it but after all those years of denial...I don't...I don't know what's holding me back. What's wrong with me?"

I finally faced Roger, not knowing what else to do or say.

To be continued....
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