Don't You Hear My Call?

Too Good To Be True

Rogers POV
This morning was full of worry and doubt. Self hatred and fear filled me more than it ever had before even thought I was getting closer to having the one I loved.

'He's just being nice' 'He's straight and you know that' 'Don't get the wrong idea' 'you'll never be good enough for him' 'you're pathetic.' All of these thoughts, and more bounced around my head for hours. But I couldn't just stand him up. And I needed to see if he felt the same way.

I got ready by shower, brushing, changing, and rechanging my clothes. I was so nervous that I was going to say something stupid or accidentally get hard if he put his hand on my thigh. He used to do that as a way to comfort and calm me back in Uni. He still did it sometimes, but I pulled away most times because I didn't want him to see the obvious erection in my trousers. I both loved and hated the power he had over me.

I glanced in the mirror and fixed my hair one last time. Grabbing my keys, I made my way down the flights of stairs and walked to my car. "Stay cool Taylor. You've done this with plenty of girls. And besides, it's just Brian" I said to myself as I started the engine. "Brian. You're best friend that you've had a crush on since you could remember" I mumbled.

Just as I was about to pull out of my spot I remembered to soul purpose of going to Brian's. I got out of the car and ran up the stairs as fast as I could and opened the door to my flat. I grabbed the sheet of lyrics that was on the table and locked the door for, hopefully, the last time.

I got back in my car and drove to Brian's. I tried to calm myself down my listening to the radio, but one of our songs was playing. I didn't usually mind it and even got excited about it sometimes, but I didn't want to think about Brian until I got to his flat. Just so I wouldn't start to over think. I pulled up to his flat and stopped the car.

My hands shook as I knocked on the door. Quickly, it was opened and I stared in awe at the gorgeous man in-front of me. Brian was dressed in a floral-ish print button up with the top two buttons undone. He had it tucked into flared blue jeans and a long necklace hung from his neck to where I supposed his navel would be. He also had on his world famous white clogs.

"Hello, Rog. You look nice" He said, making me blush harshly. God, he going to be the end of me. I though as I stepped inside. The place smelled of lavender and cologne. "As do you" I said with a smile and made my way to the couch. "Whiskey on the rocks?" He asked. I replied with a nod. He always knows what I like. Maybe soon enough he'll know everything I like.

We sat on the couch in a bit of awkward silence sipping our drinks. "Do you want to here the song I wrote?" I asked pulling out the crumpled paper from my pocket. "Yeah" He said, shifting closer so our knees were touching and his hand found my thigh, like usual. I felt myself heat up as he leaned in the read what was on my paper. It was a song written for him, about how he makes me feel, the passion between us, and my endless love for him, though I needed to mask my feelings somehow.

"I'm in love with my car?" He asked raising an eyebrow. He looked confused and a little bit worried.

"Oh Bri, it's a just a metaphor!" I laughed defending myself. I hope to God he didn't think a was a car fucking freak. "What's the metaphor for them?" He looked deeply into my eyes searching for the answer. I couldn't just come out and say it was about him! I needed and excuse, and a good one.

"Uhh" I stuttered, looking for my words, "It's about someone I like, but I put the car in there to hide them because it's kind of a secret. And I know a lot about cars and they're pretty popular so I thought the younger crowd would like it." I relaxed as came up with a decent answer. "Oh, I get it. I just this Fred and John might think of something else." He chuckled as he spoke. "I mean, grease gun might be a little too graphic" he laughed again. I laughed with him to relieve tension. "Maybe" I said with a smile.