Anyway The Wind Blows

Chapter 1~ I think like Boys

Johns POV

Today was a good day, the boys and I just finished recording a song at the studio, AND they all agreed to go to my choice of restaurant for lunch. Life was nice, doing what I loved with the people I loved, Freddie, Brian, and of course, Roger. "Ahh this seems like a lovely little spot you've picked out darling" Freddie spat out as we arrived to my favorite cafe, after we walked in trying to attract as little attention as possible, since we were a band with growing popularity, I mean, don't get me wrong I loved the fans but it was nice to have a quiet lunch every once and a while.

As Freddie led Bri, Rog, and I to his choice of table I sat down on one side with Fred and Rog n Bri sat down on the other side together. As we looked at the menus and waited for someone to come around to take our orders, I noticed Freddie eyeing some waiters walking around. In his defense, their uniforms were rather closely fitted. We all knew Fred had some past relationships with men and was attracted to both men and women, or at least that's what he told us, and we were all fine with Fred's sexuality, especially since he wasn't too secretive of it when came to the public, but sometimes it was rather annoying to see him hit on every hot guy that came his way. I didn't say anything of course being the quiet one in the band, but sometimes Roger and Brian intervened which I appreciated....for works sake. We were always busy, being a band and all, so we were constantly at the studio, almost more than our own homes.

As a tall waiter with shaggy brown hair similar to mine and light green eyes approached us, we could already tell Fred was lining up to say something. "Hi what can I get for you fine gentlemen today?" He asked with such a naivety, I almost felt bad for what Freddie was about to unleash on him. "Hello dear, we'll start off with some chips for an appetizer, thank you very much" Fred said with a smugness to his tone as he reached up to give the boy our menus, purposely brushing his hand over the waiters hand, making him stiffen up a bit, clearly trying to contain a small blush creeping onto his cheeks. This was going to be a long meal, and by the end of it, Fred would probably have this poor young boy wrapped around his little finger.

During our meal, Fred would occasionally flirt with the waiter when he would check up on us to get some kind of rise out of him. The waiter himself even took some longing glances towards our table to see if Fred was watching him. At the end of our meal we decided on ordering dessert, Roger insisting on it. While I continued to look over my menu, Freddie started ordering but what caught the waiter but surprise, not phasing Roger, Brian, or I, was when Freddie reached over the table and commented "Darling is there any chance I could have you for dessert" Freddie commented with a smirk apparent in his voice. The now flustered waiter, faced with Fred's sudden question just tried to answer as calmly as possible with the "i'm not gay" card even though Fred had an incredible gaydar. He understood this young man wasn't yet out and respected his answer, but still grabbed his butt on the way out of the restaurant. This obviously resulted in a few stares but we didn't care.....we never did. "I can't believe that little minx refused my offer after being such a tease throughout our meal, he clearly wanted me" Fred said like a pouty child, " Maybe he wasn't quite ready for that yet Fred, you never know" Brian spoke, "Whatever, we wouldn't have had time for that anyways, we have to get back to the studio" commented Roger who was almost silent throughout lunch.

After driving back, with Fred sitting dangerously close to me in the backseat we picked up where we left off, "She keeps her Moët et Chandon in her pretty cabinet 'Let them eat cake' she says just like Marie Antoinette..." Fred sang with confidence. I always loved his voice, the way it sounds, it's so......soothing. After the long day was over we all exited the studio with content, hoping the fans would like our new music, Fred really didn't want to have all of our music sound the same, he hated formulas. As we all drove back to our shared flat, Fred sat real close to me again, like it was normal or something. Paying no mind to it I just got out of the car and headed up the steps to our little flat. We had a decently sized place, all us of got our own separate rooms, which was nice, with a nicely sized kitchen since Brian liked to cook for us a lot, and a fairly small living room attached to the dining room. I enjoyed it though, it was nice sharing a flat with my best mates. I was dead tired so I just went straight to my room plopping on my bed and falling asleep without washing my face or anything.

*In Johns Dream*

I woke up feeling fresh faced, noticing someone was in bed with me. Worried to who i might find with me I decided to lay back down until the inevitable. Just as I did so I felt someone's arm snake around my waist, at which I jumped at because it was quite rough, until I noticed the person next to me in bed.......it was fucking F r e d d i e. He pulled me closer to him as whispered good morning beautiful into my ear, I felt myself shiver. I didn't know how this happened, but I wanted it to continue. As per my wish, Fred pulled me even closer and started to grind on the back of my thigh, making me a little horny, I tried to ignore this feeling as I knew I did not like men, but my urges just grew stronger until I couldn't take it. I turned around and starting grinding against Freddie's bulge while I moaned out his name sheepishly...frrredddie, freddieeee, I continued until I felt a rough shake bring me out of my dream..

*Out of Johns dream*

"JOHN DEACON, DEAKS, DEAKY WAKE UP!!"I heard an amused Fred yell out as I stirred in my sleep only to discover I had morning wood.....bad, and Freddie saw it already. As I quickly shot up in bed, trying to cover my already exposed self, Freddie laughed hysterically out loud, unfortunately bringing Brian and Roger into my room. Great, now everyone can laugh at me, "Mate you've got a boner!!" Roger screeched out inbetween wheezy laughs, "Had a nice dream I take it" Brian tried to say calmly, failing badly. Freddie just sat laughing at me again while I hid my face in embarrassment. I kept on refusing eye contact with Fred, he couldn't know that dream was about him. "No need to feel ashamed darling, it happens to all of us.." Freddie managed to choke out in between giggles.

As Roger and Brian cleared out of my room after getting a good laugh in Freddie lingered for a little while longer while I avoided his gaze. " Dear, you were as hard as a rock, mind telling me what that little dream of yours was about?" Fred questioned.

Freddies POV

I woke up the next morning after our long day at the studio, feeling particularly groggy, yet still being the first one up. I peeled myself out of bed after deciding I should get up. I decided to be nice and go wake up the boys, Deaky first, I wanted to see his cute little face first thing in the morning. I steadily walked into Johns room to what I had to stare at for a second to believe. Our sweet little Johnny having dirty dreams?! I couldn't fathom it, but this was quite a sight to see. I stood there for second to see if John would notice me, then stared at his length a bit, not to be a perv but he was quite big indeed, I almost soiled myself just looking at him. I couldn't help but giggle, after finally deciding to shake John awake, it was clear he was embarrassed that I saw his little mishap. I laughed so hard that the other boys came in, which I didn't mean for to happen, but I just couldn't help it. John turned as red as a tomato, the only thing I noticed as I kept laughing was that John only avoided eye contact with me. After I finally calmed myself enough to stop my cackling, I asked John what his dream was about. He looked nervous, and his eyes darted around the room. Maybe it was a weird question to ask, but I wanted details, John knows I wouldn't tell a soul, plus I am the most sexual out of the group besides Roger and his car antics.

Johns POV

I was real nervous, I couldn't think of an excuse, I was still trying to interpret what had just happened and what that dream had meant. I couldn't tell Freddie the truth, he would make fun of me for months. As he inches towards me on my bed waiting for a response, I could feel a knot growing in my stomach. " Uhm, erm it must have been from some model in a magazine I saw somewhere, I don't know, can't remember...." I trailed off, hoping to get Freddie to leave me alone. I was somewhat successful, although Freddie looked almost....disappointed in a way, but he left me alone with a "Sorry to bother you then dear, I'm sure you'll smell Brian's burnt toast when breakfast is ready" and left with a small chuckle.

Shit.