Queen (Band) One Shots

Help Me Live (Maylor)

AN: This is a fluffy fic with some smut in it. It has rape and self harm in it so warning.

Bar after bar, drink after drink, man after man, my life has turned into a constant circle of one night stands and hangovers. After the sudden death of my love, nothing can numb me but the burning of alcohol and the roughness of another hookup. Aside from being in a band, we practice, and the others go home to their partners and children, while I waste away at clubs and in another man's bed.
"Roger! Roger mate wake up!"
I heard the voice of Brian May, my only true friend. He usually finds me at my apartment thrown out on the floor in the bathroom.
"What is it Bri?" I ask softly.
"I'm worried about you Rog, really worried. I saw you in a bar yesterday go with a few guys and I saw you come out looking like you'd been pummelled."
"Oh so now you're stalking me? Watching me like a disappointed mother watch her son throw his life away."
"Roger, no, you're still drunk and probably high. You need to get out of this, you're hurting yourself. Let me help y.."
"No! Go off and fuck Christine like you usually do Brian. Take care of her, not me."
Brian looks down at the floor fumbling his thumbs.
"Rog, me and Christine aren't together anymore."
"Do what? When did this happen?"
"A few days ago. She just, left. Just, let me take care of you Roger, please."
"Well, if you're just gonna hop on the train then let me get the place straightened up. You know how it is."
"Yeah, I'm gonna go get some groceries and I'll be back in 2 hours max. I expect you to still be here."
"Alright dad you don't have to rant on to me. I'll still be here."
Brian left out the door and hurried off to the shop to get groceries. As I cleaned up I got a ring from a buddy of mine from university, Joshua.
"Hey is this Roger?"
"It is, hey Josh. Whatcha up to mate."
"Nothin much, hey do you mind to help me set up something at my flat. I need another person to help me get this bloody thing put together."
"Haha yeah, that's how things go sometimes. I'll be over sometime after dark. Brian is helping me out with some stuff."
"Alright Rog, I'll see you then."
"Alright, see ya"
I cleaned the living room and kitchen and the 2 bedrooms in my cozy flat. About 5 minutes after sitting down Brian comes back in with numerous bags of groceries.
"I'll trust you know where you want everything at?"
"Good god, this will last me a month!"
"Yeah and it'll last us a week."
"Us? Wait, you're moving in?"
"Yeah, Christine decided to kick me out. I have no where else to go and I have to go over there to get my things in a bit."
"Oh god Brian, I-I'm so sorry. You can stay in the other room next to mine. I cleaned it well."
I hug the taller man and he embraces me. He's warm, comforting, and so relaxing to me it's almost inhuman.
"It's ok Rog, everything will be okay."
"Well, I have to help a mate out with something. I'll probably leave when you do so we can hopefully be back around the same time."
"Help a mate with what? I mean it when I say it Roger, no clubs."
"It's Josh from college. He needs help with some new furniture and I said I'd help him tonight. I'll be back around 8, I promise."
"I should be back around the same time."
"Sounds like a plan. I'll be off now."
"Alright. Be safe, please."
I walk out the apartment complex and I'm welcomed by a bitter cold breeze. I walk a few blocks to another complex where my friend lives. I ring the bell and he answers and I get in the house.
"Hey Roger, come on in."
"Thanks mate, nice new place you got."
"Thanks, cost some coin to get in here."
"I like it. So, where's the furniture?"
"Right here, I tried to put it together myself but it's impossible."
"Only you would get the dentist rocker to help you with furniture."
After a long trial and error with the couch, we finally finished.
"Damn, that took forever."
"Right, Roger would you like a drink?"
I look at my watch that says 5:30. "Yeah that sounds good, I have to leave at 7:30 though so I can get home in time."
"Alright I should be done with you by then hehe."
"Yeah...ha."
One drink turned into 2, and 2 turned into 3, now I was laughing on the couch tipsy. Everything was normal until suddenly I was forced on the couch by Josh, hands above my head and the heavier man locked me in place.
"J-josh what, what are you doing?! Get off of me!"
"I see you in the clubs fucking all those men, let me have my shot."
"No please get off of me! I'm not like that anymore Josh get the hell off of me!"
He forced my pants off of me and soon had his off. I shivered and cried in fear and wished I never left Brian's embrace. I was then violated and roughly fucked by a man who I thought I could trust. Hour after hour I was violated and forced to suck, take, and swallow.
"P-please stop. You're not even using protection please STOP!"
"Those beautiful cries are only making me do it more."
"Josh, p-please stop."
I suddenly felt him release inside of me. My broken body and mind forced to take and take and take. He let go of me and I fell on the floor to gather my things and I quickly put my pants on as I go to the door.
"You're a good little whore Roger, you may go."
I run out the building and run to the house.
I need Brian, I need Brian. I thought, running and panicking. I finally get to the door and rush in and I don't see Brian. I look at my watch and it's only 7:18. I run to the bathroom and look in my drawer where I find a slightly rusted razor blade there. I quickly undress and strip and I slowly run the blade across my body. Blood dripping everywhere as I laugh at it.
"Maybe if I make myself ugly, no one will touch me anymore." I said to myself. The pain was so great my emotions just left as I laid on the bloody floor with my arms and legs sliced. I sat there for what seemed like hours until I heard the door close and Brian call out.
"Roger! Roger you home?" He looked throughout the house until he saw the bathroom light shine under the door. He opened the door and saw his worst nightmare. Roger, his beloved friend, bleeding and naked on the floor.
"Fucking Christ! Roger!" He swiftly picked me up and put me in the tub and splashed water and soap all over the cuts. He was crying, like he just lost someone. He quickly took me out the cold water and wrapped me in blankets and poured rubbing alcohol and cream all over my wounds. I cried out to the pain as he wrapped them in gauze. He picked me up and laid me on his bed, the nearest to the bathroom. He sat across from me, hands covering his face.
"Don't cover your beautiful face Brian. It's too good to be wasted." I said, like a whisper.
Brian sniffled, "Why Roger..."
"Why what?"
"You know what! Why are you cutting your beautiful body into a river of blood in the bathroom! Why?!?!"
I looked down and started crying. Brian immediately ran over and embraced me and sat and put me in his lap, where I wrapped my legs around him. I cried out and sobbed and he just listened and listened until I could speak properly.
"J-josh, he, raped me. He forced me to take him Brian. He came inside of me without protection and he used me as his fucking toy!"
Brian's eyes widened as his hug tightened.
"Roger, I'm-I'm so sorry." He looked up at me and took my head in his hand. "Let me help you. Let me love you. I left Christine for you, Roger. I love you, let me live for you."
I looked at him with soft eyes and smiled.
"Love me, help me live, Brian Harold May."
"I will love you, Roger Meadows Taylor."
"Make love to me, I've always wanted you to."
Brian looked at me concerned. "The cuts, they're..."
"They're not deep at all. Look they're already scabbing up."
I took off my bandages to reveal slightly scabbed cuts, almost looked like cat scratches. I smile at the concerned older man and take his jaw into my hand as I kiss his forehead.
"Make love to me Brian."
He picked me up gently as the dim lights highlighted his long and curly dark brown hair and strong bone structure. He laid me on the pillow and hovered over me. He took my face and cupped it in his hands as he kissed me gently, it felt like two fleshy pillows against my chapped lips. He held me close but not too close, like he wanted to keep me on edge. He finally let go and breathed in shakily.
"I love you Roger."
"I love you too Brian."
He slowly kissed down my jaw and my neck and started unbuttoning my collared shirt. He kissed down my chest and septum and went to my arms, and lightly kissed the wounds as he mumbled "I love you" over and over. He finally got to my pants line. He looked up at my panting face and flushed cheeks as he looked for permission.
"You can do whatever you want to me baby."
Brian looked back to the target and slowly unbuttoned my jeans and took my underwear with it. He leaned back to look at my naked body, shivering with anticipation and sudden coldness as the breeze caught on to my arousal.
"Jesus baby, you're, you're so beautiful. What have I done to deserve you?"
I was still breathing heavily, waiting for more. He then took his own clothes off to reveal and skinny and tall man, with a rather impressive size. He leaned down and kissed my pelvic and pubic region and moved to my thighs. My breath hitched and I cried out when he got closer and closer to my hard arousal. He looked up with concern and made sure I was okay.
"F-fuck me Brian. P-please baby, I need more."
"Be patient baby, I'll give you everything you want and more."
He then moved his attention to the hardness in front of him and took a lick from the base to the tip, making me cry out and shiver. I've never felt this love before, the gentleness, the pure love behind it. He then took me all in his mouth and sucked at it like he's been thirsty for it for years. I moaned his name as I grabbed his hair and pushed him down to get more of me.
"Brian....I'm..I'm really close."
He then pulled his head up and left me twitching in the cold air. I felt like begging to get the release I wanted. Brian then reached over to the bedside table and got a condom and some lube out, almost like he'd been living here  forever.
"How'd you know that was in there?"
"I looked at the room when you left and found it. Thought it might come in handy."
"You kinky bastard."
He put the condom on and checked it for any holes or tears and then opened the bottle of lube up. He put a little on his dick and then put quite a bit on my aching hole. He slowly pushed 2 fingers in and spread them out to open me up more. I moaned softly until he curved his fingers and grazed my prostate. I cried his name out and begged for more until he took his fingers out and I felt him put his cock at my entrance. He looked at me begging for permission when I nodded; he slowly pushed in and his large size filled me up slowly.
"Christ Rog, you're so tight." Brian then finally reached the end and just laid there, admiring what he was doing, when he suddenly exited to where his tip was the only thing in and shoved it back in, hitting my prostate directly and making me shudder. He kept himself at a normal but hard speed, making me moan loudly anytime he thrusted back in.
"Brian...I'm gonna...cum. Please baby let me cum."
"Don't worry baby, cum whenever you want."
I felt the knot in my stomach forming as I moaned for Brian to keep hitting my prostate. Suddenly the knot released and I came all over my stomach, moaning Brian's name and tightening around him. A few thrusts after Brian shuddered and how thrusts became spastic as he came. He pulled out and went limp on top of me as we just laid there in silence. He then got off of me and took the condom off and threw it in the trash. He laid back beside of me and kissed my shoulder and neck.
"You're so beautiful Roger, god you're so perfect."
"As you are."
He looked over at me and then turned me to face him. He smiled a warm smile and hugged me.
"Let's go to bed Roger. Let me now help you love yourself."
"Alright Bri, you can."
We dozed off to sleep together naked and loved. That was the end of the same cycle, drinks, sex, hangover. It was now time for me to love someone, and for them to love me.