Queen Oneshots (Slash)

Foreign (Froger)

a/n - a relatively innocent and 100% smut free fic to make up for the absolute sin that the last few oneshots have been. also, im not sure that freddie ever used any sort of products mentioned in this drabble but i read a passage talking about how a lot of people think freddie was ashamed of his origins in a way. im not gonna go on a rant about that now but anyways lets get rockin n rollin:

"Roger, put that down," Freddie scolded the drummer and took the small container of bleaching cream out of his partner's hand placing it back on the shelf.

"Sorry."

The younger man had been distracted when he had reached for a new bar of soap out of the drug cabinet and stumbled upon an unopened tub of Nadinola. He only recognized the skin product from all the ads he'd stumbled upon in magazines and the papers...it'd never been in the flat before and he was shocked when he discovered it.

Freddie closed the cabinet and flicked off the bathroom light,
"Come out here, I feel like cuddling."

Roger followed the older man down the hall and into the living room where the couple plopped down onto the sofa. He snuggled up to his boyfriend as the singer wrapped his arm around him.

"You're so warm," Freddie purred, running his hand across his bicep. Roger hummed and looked at the hand that was stroking him. The nails were freshly painted black, smooth looking without any chips in the polish. But as he turned to look up at Freddie he couldn't get that tub of cream off his mind.

"Are you actually gonna use that stuff?"

His boyfriend was taken aback at that before he responded nervously, "It's dawned on me that I may...need it."

"You don't have dark spots," he quickly retorted. Knowing that Freddie knew that he knew the real reason behind that purchase.

"Can we not talk about this?"

"Who told you to buy that?"
The blonde sat up, no longer leaning into the other man's chest as he grew more offended at his boyfriend's reluctance to tell him the truth.

"Nobody. Since when are you so absorbed in my beauty regimen?" Freddie moved away from him this time, scooting closer to the armrest.

"I know why you bought that, Freddie," Roger said matter-of-factly, "You don't need it..." he rested his elbows on his knees, "I don't believe anyone should use it. Certainly not my boyfriend."

"I'm not your property," Freddie snapped getting off the couch and pacing in front of the younger man.

Now it was Rogers turn to stand up,
"That's golden coming from you. You act like I'm your little boy toy yet when I express my concern for you, I'm suddenly the one with the possessive mind," he stepped closer to the slightly shorter man.

"Bug off. I didn't want this to turn into some giant thing - "

"You're the biggest fucking drama queen I know," he yelled - unable to control himself as his impatience with the other man increased.

"I don't want to fight about this, Roger," Freddie folded his arms and refused to make eye contact.

"You never want to admit wrong to anything."

"What the bloody hell did I do? You don't get it."

"Because I'm white?"

Both of the them were surprised when the blue-eyed man blurted that out. He carefully approached his older lover and wrapped his arms around him. Freddie took a second and let Roger hug him as he gathered up his thoughts.

"I don't want to be seen as a foreigner...or exotic. I want to fit in," he finally confessed weakly.

"But you already stand out so beautifully. From the way that you dress and talk," Roger mumbled into his shoulder before pulling back.

"Brian says I act like a peacock," he laughed half heartedly as he glanced up at those baby blue eyes.

The blonde giggled, tucking several strands of ebony hair behind his boyfriend's ear.

He cooed, "Don't erase who you are."

"I'm more than my ethnicity," Freddie said defensively.

"I know but that doesn't mean that you should bleach your skin," the drummer gently grabbed the other man's wrist.

"But - "

"See how we contrast yet go together so well," he whispered as he observed their arms, "And it's summer which means you'll get a gorgeous tan."

"So will you."

"I'll turn pink before any of that happens, but you just have this natural glow," he lifted the singer's chin up, "Even when I'm burnt and you're sun-kissed we'll go together," he leaned in and kissed him.

"Darling, I'm an artist," he smiled against the blonde's lips.
"Don't lecture me on colour pairings."

"But I'm right," he interlocked their fingers.

"I suppose so," Freddie licked his lips and stared down at where they were holding hands, "We do complement one another perfectly."

"Can we get rid of that shit now?"

"I mean...okay," he gave Roger a quick peck before the couple grabbed the bleach and tossed it in the bin.