May You Imagine || Brian May

Summer turns me upside down (Part 1)

A/N Hello my lovely readers. Thank you for sticking with me despite my sporadic posting schedule. Life is seriously kicking in these days, and it's hard to find time, but I still enjoy writing. Just so you know, I really appreciate you spending the time to read my stories. Don't forget to leave me a vote and/or a comment, I love reading those and they make this worth it.x, A.

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*There is magic in your eyes*

I breathe a sigh of relief as I shut the bathroom door behind me. The heat of the summer night clings to my skin and I desperately need a respite from both the warmth and my thoughts. I shed my nightgown and underthings and diligently fold them before setting them by the door. I turn on the shower and as the cool water sends blissful trickles down my back, I close my eyes and muse.

What the heck was wrong with me this summer? I always spent summer break the same way since I started high school. At my parents' large village house in Surrey. Reading by the small pond in the garden, feeding the ducks, horseback riding and playing the piano. Every year in August my best friend Brian visits us for a few weeks. We always meet him at the train station and every year I get giddy with excitement right before I see him, savoring what thrilling adventures anticipate us this time.

Each year I watch my friend get off the train, growing a little taller, a little lankier, his hair a little longer. Until this summer, when a grown man gets off the train, towering over me at more than 6 feet, his beautiful curls reaching his shoulders, his boyish grin as impish as ever. I stare at him and it seems I have lost my words. Who is this guy? I have realized a while ago Brian was cute, but you know, in a sweet, innocent way. He used to wear crisp button-down shirts and dark pants, his hair neatly combed, and he looked ever so demure. This Bri's beautiful hazel eyes light up when he sees me, and he immediately pulls me into a hug, drawing me close to him. Suddenly my face is pressed against his toned smooth chest, peeking out of his shirt and I inhale his tantalizing cologne. I almost faint at the pure virile masculinity emanating of his every pore.

"Vi! It's so great to see you!" He exclaims happily and fortunately loosens the hug a bit, so I at least partially regain my senses.

"Good to see you too, Bri." I manage in my best semblance of my normal voice, trying to ignore the raging hormones in my body and act normal. Brian proceeds to shake my dad's hand and they exchange niceties. My dad loves Brian for how smart and polite he is, so they always end up hanging out when Brian visits.

Why was Brian not buttoning his shirt all the way anymore? Why was he wearing sexy cologne? Was it for a girl he was trying to impress? Had he already made an impression? How far had they gone? My mind goes in overdrive.

"Come on, dear, let's head back to the car. We will all get sun stroke if we keep standing here." My dad's voice interrupts my thoughts and I nod, following my parents and Brian as they merrily catch up, oblivious to how flustered I am. Brian peeks at me curiously a couple of times and I just shrug and grin at him. I realize I probably look pretty stupid, but the boy decides to sneak an arm behind my back and wraps those wonderful fingers of his around my waist. The gesture is perfectly chaste, just a platonic embrace between two friends. Heck, I walk like this with my girlfriends all the time. Then why does his hand leave trails of fire where his fingers meet my skin?

Thank God we sit in the overheated car soon and Brian leaves a reasonable distance between us simply because it's too warm to be touching now. This gives me a chance to regain some of my composure as my dad starts driving. Brian meanwhile tells my parents about his uni plans, and how math and physics are his strongest subjects, so he will probably pursue a career in those. I focus on the landscape outside the window, so I don't end up staring at his beautiful face again. I do glance at him, while he explains why he chose Imperial, and can't help but notice the boy has a magnificent profile. The boy has also turned into a man, I remind myself as I notice the shadow of delicate stubble creeping up his cheeks. At this point I start participating in the conversation, because I simply cannot be alone in my own head any longer.

"Um, hello, Earth to Vi?" He teases, and I glare at him for a second, before my face breaks into a smile. Vi is a made-up name, only Brian calls me that. My real name is Olivia, but Brian always said it was way long of a name for such a little lady, so he calls me Vi for short. I am not that tiny, or at least I wasn't before he turned into a giant.

"Yes, is the mothership calling?" I ask, poking his ribs and he hunches over laughing. "What's with the guitar case?" I point at the black box resting next to him.

"That's where I keep all the tiny people who ask too many questions." He replies seriously, earning himself a major eyeroll. "It's a guitar, silly. My dad and I made a guitar."

"You made a guitar? No way!" I beam at him and  reach over to pat his shoulder. "I am impressed, Bri. You have got to play it for me when we get home!"

"I aim to please." He chuckles and gives my hand a squeeze. "I'll play for you all you want."

And that he did. Him and his guitar, they were a delightful duet I could never get tired of. Watching him strum the strings with sensual fingers, his curly fringe falling over his eyes, listening to his voice I would get so carried away. His voice isn't loud or theatrical, but is soft and subdued, melancholic like the man himself. When we weren't playing together-him on his newly christened Red Special, me banging away on the piano- we didn't stay still for long. Riding my dad's horses, hiking, swimming in the pond-once Bri got to my house, it became a very adventurous summer.

I couldn't deny him anything, he had a talent to get me to drop everything and follow him wherever with just one smile or one pleading look. I never questioned why I was so willing to do as he pleased. Or why I completely changed around him-I laughed more, I cried more. With Brian, I became my genuine, unadulterated self it seemed. He worked on me in a mysterious way.

As the days passed, it was the sheer physicality of what we did together that got me to realize something. It was different between us than the years before. He captivated me in so many ways, and so few of them I could ever tell him about.

When we would go horseback riding, I would stare at his slender waist and his back taut as a string in front of me. He would race me, his crazy curls rippling in the wind and I would let him get ahead, because he was so excited to win it was just too cute. When we went hiking, I stole glances at his bum more times than I care to admit. It took all my self-control not to touch him a few times, because let me tell you it was so tempting. Swimming in the lake was the death of me. We went only a couple times, thank goodness. You could say all that had gone through my head up to that point was completely chaste.

At least compared to the hurricane of lust that hit me the first time I saw Brian in nothing but tiny swimming shorts. Those dang shorts! They rode so low on his slender, narrow hips. My eyes were glued to his smooth chest at first but only until I saw how little of him was hidden by said swimwear. He dipped into the water, while I was reflecting on the fact that there were a couple of inches of fabric separating me from a very hot, very naked Brian. While I sat on my towel, fanning myself with my hand, very red in the face, trying to talk sense into myself, he reemerged from the water. It's all coming back to me now. As vivid as the day it happened.

The heat in the air creeps under my skin and travels down from my cheeks to my neck and chest. I try to peek through my lashes as subtly as I could. Water droplets. Glistening water droplets cascade down his gorgeous skin. His eyes are as bright as ever and his smile is radiant. His body is mesmerizing me, and I marvel at the wonderful shape of him. And at that instant, the realization sinks in – I want my best friend. All over me, in every way. And none of them innocent.