Lollipop Love [Roger/Brian]

Lollipop Love

'Freddie, John? Are you going grocery shopping? Can you buy me new lollipops?'

'Of course, dear. Which flavour?'

'Nah, doesn't really matter. Strawberry? No, wait; take melon flavour if they've got those. I've got some cash in the pocket of my coat, you can keep the change.'

Brian frowned lightly as he listened to the conversation between his boyfriend and the other couple, that was just about to leave their small London apartment to go out to roam the supermarket for some last minute dinner ingredients. And the subject was rather surprising him – he had known Roger for years, and as far as he was concerned, he never seemed to eat that much candy. But lately, since about a month or so, his boyfriend seemed to be completely addicted to lollipops. Wherever or whenever Brian caught him, there was always one things he could always tell for sure: Roger was always sucking on those pieces of candy, to the point where Brian could barely recall the images of seeing Roger early in the morning in the shower or late in the evening in the bedroom without those white paper sticks between his lips. Brian thought it was a bloody miracle Roger still put his candy aside when they were having dinner or when they were going to sleep. But even the last mentioned situation wasn't an established fact anymore since yesterday, when he had to release a lollipop from Roger's lips because he had fallen asleep sucking on it.

Of course, there were bigger problems than having your boyfriend eating sweets all day long, but Brian couldn't help wondering where this sudden habit came from. He couldn't help wondering why Roger never cared about sugar and now suddenly couldn't live without it. And therefore, when John and Freddie walked into the living room to announce that they were leaving for the grocery store, he couldn't help starting about the question that was spinning around in his head since a few days.

'Brian, we're going to fetch some dinner for tonight. Is there anything you'd like for us to-' John started, but Brian interrupted him.

'Since when is he so addicted to lollipops?' Brian found himself asking, making a gesture towards the direction of where Roger's voice had come from whilst he absent-mindedly flicked through last week's television magazine.

'I don't know, dear. He's your boyfriend, you should probably ask him,' Freddie replied whilst draping a black scarf around his neck. 'Does this look alright with my coat?'

'Just fine. But I mean, since when is he so about sucking lollipops all day long?' Brian asked the same question slightly different this time. Yet, the answer he received was a lot different from what he had bargained for.

'Maybe because it gives him something to suck on, at least.'

'Wait, what?' Brian asked, peeking over the newspaper to look in confusion at Freddie, who seemed to be more than pleased with the reaction he had pulled from the absent-minded guitarist, and he continued explaining his statement imperturbably.

'I don't know how often you let him get into your pants, but knowing you, you're way too prude to let Roger do what he has in mind with you, and knowing him, he's way too needy to be satisfied with a handjob every now and then.'

That was not exactly what Brian had expected to hear, and he had to take a moment to let this theory sink in, wondering what exactly was the connection between sucking lollipops all day and letting your boyfriend perform his sexual fantasies on you-

Oh. There it was.

And the problem was, Freddie technically wasn't wrong. Roger and he had been dating for several months now, but though it had soon become apparent that while Roger was in for just about everything, Brian still wasn't so sure about taking their relationship further than just kissing, cuddling and fiddling around under the sheets a little bit, when he was in a certain mood. It had nothing to do with his boyfriend, because he certainly loved and trusted Roger; it was just his own insecurity and uncertainty. But now both Freddie and John were staring at him with those rather curious, rather amused glances, he couldn't help feeling even more insecure about the whole situation.