Don't You Hear My Call?

Suppressed and Released

Brian's POV

Today was the farthest I've ever allowed myself to go. I know what I've been doing this whole time but today I got a little carried away and might I say a bit brave.

Ever since I'd known Roger I'd fallen for him. I didn't want this to happen. I'd always thought I had straight! I'd never thought that I could feel this way about anyone. I'd never thought I'd think about him the way that I did...

But I don't think he likes me that way

I mean, for crying out loud, he's the biggest womanizer I know! He's as straight as a ruler and there's no denying it. But when I look into those baby blue eyes, I through all those thoughts out the window. Today I had thrown every doubt out the window and went for it.

I couldn't help myself and shared my song with him. His compliments made me blush and I loved hearing them despite the unruly blush that would appear on the sides of my face. And due to this handicap, people notice how I feel easily.

I think Freddie and John have caught on to my interest in Roger. They don't say anything about it, but today I saw them whispering and looking both at me and Rog. It was scary to know someone knew about my secret love. But it's almost helpful in a way too, because I saw Freddie stop Roger from coming with him and John into the taping space and made him stay with me. I really hope that if Fred does know, he did that to support me. So I took that as a sign that maybe I should start to move in on Roger, just to see how he felt.

It was nice having him in the space with me while I sang. I couldn't help but look at this beautiful face as I sang out the new song I had been working on. And of course some of the lyrics were about him. He gives me so much inspiration. I wished I could give him that inspiration.

So, today I made myself take charge. With all the looks going between us I thought it was time to get him alone or a least get time to talk to him. After recording, Freddie and John both went home immediately, leaving me with the blonde beauty. He was taking his coat off the coach and I made my way over to him, thinking now would be the best time to ask him before he left for home. 'If I don't ask now, then I'll send the whole weekend alone and thinking about him' I thought as I took a deep breath and opened my mouth.

"You were great today" I said watching a light pink color douse his cheeks "maybe tomorrow you can play me one of your songs." It was more of statement than a question, but I watched his surprised face turn into a half smile as he answered, "I'd love that". My heart melted. 'He'd love that!' I thought, holding back a smile. "Great!" I almost half shouted, I was a bit excited after all. "Come by my flat around 6 tomorrow?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't go back  on the idea of spending alone time with me. "I'll be there" he said as he finished putting on his coat and scarf.

I smiled and wanted to jump for joy. Went walked together to the car park and went our separate ways. I couldn't wait until tomorrow night. I was like a child going to sleep on Christmas Eve.

Once I got to my flat I opened you the door and walked in. I definitely needed to clean up if I was going to have Roger over tomorrow. He's been to my house hundreds of times and we have spent time alone here together, but this time it was going to be different. I wanted it to seem more intimate.

It was almost midnight so I was a bit tired but I just put on the Beatles, Rubber Soul album and cleaned so I wouldn't have to do too much tomorrow. I also found some candles and chose a few that didn't seem too suspicious and set them on the end tables by the couch.

After a while I got tired to I decided to go to sleep. The whole time I dreamt of Roger and I, open to the world and having a lovely family. Two kids, a boy that looked just like him with baby blue eyes and silky blonde hair, and a girl with longer brown hair, curled a bit. I wanted this so much.

—-the next day——

I got up and made myself toast. It was just past 10:30 and I wanted to start getting ready. I knew I would be over prepared but that just meant I was ready. 'But am I really ready?' thought. I've never been with a man before, not that Roger and I were going to do anything any time so. But the thought came to me more often throughout the day.

I'd only been with woman. Sexually speaking. I'd gone on a few dates with men but only to test the waters. I didn't feel anything deep for anyone but Roger. I'd try to suppress those feeling of him by sleeping with more and more women, thinking it was only a phase. But each time I led them to bed, it was Rog I thought of. Whatever, it helped get me off more and I didn't feel to bad. That was until I almost said his name during a session after a gig. That's when I realized I only wanted him, and more than I thought.

I hoped he didn't think I was some kind of freak. Not because I'm gay, but because I thought of him that way. My best friend. I knew he was ok with people being gay because Freddie was basically out of the closet, but only to us. Also, John had told us he was bisexual, and we all supported him. We all thought Roger was straight as a ruler, unfortunately. And I had yet to find the courage to tell anyone.

The rest of the day I spent cleaning and and getting ready. I hopped into the shower and let the warm water run over me. It felt so good as a caressed my body with one of my hands letting the other make its way to my aching hard on. This usually didn't happen in the shower, but with all my thoughts about Rog, it was bound to happen.

I pumped up and down letting small moans and gasps escape my lips. The only thought I had was of the blonde stood behind me, his strong arms reaching around me and jerking me off. He would whisper in my ear and tell me sweet nothings. Just the thought of him close to me was enough to set me off. "Oh, Roger" came out of me as I pumped harder, sending a shiver down my spine. "Oo-o, A-hh, Roger! Yes!" I bit my lip to suppress a loud and deep moan. I came and felt my hand relax. I continued washing myself and got out of the shower to fix my hair.

I hoped that soon I wouldn't have to do those things myself, that soon Roger would be doing those things to me.

An hour later the door bell buzzed. He was here. I opened it up to see the blue eyed beauty in a button down shirt with half of the top ones undone. He was wearing tight black trousers and brown boots with small heels. He looked great, but he'd look better without any clothes on at all.

"Hello, Rog. You look nice" I said with a smile. "As do you" he replied as he stepped into the living room. Tonight was going to be great.

Hey guys I'll be doing the rest of the "date" story in the next chapter! Sorry if this is long I'm trying to shorten my chapters! Tell me if you like long ones or short ones better! I hope you enjoyed the little bit of smut in this chapter. It was just for a little something to start off but feel free to correct it or comment! I'm not sure if it's any good. Anyway, have a great day and remember, there's more to come!💓