Don't You Hear My Call?

Hungry

Freddie's POV
Leaving the hospital was devastating. See Roger in that condition left me more protective over John. I didn't want him to get hurt like Roger did. I suspect whoever did that to him new he was gay. Why else would someone step up to him like that?

John took my hand as we walked out the door. He rubbed his thumb over the back of my hand. I could feel him shaking a bit. I hoped he was alright. He seemed almost... nervous. Well I figured out why when he spoke up.

"I love you Freddie". I stopped dead in my tracks. "I know it's early but-" "I love you too Johnny" I kissed him hard and I didn't care who saw.

John Deacon loves me. John Richard Deacon loves me! This is all I've ever wanted. He's so beautiful and kind and the sweetest person I've ever met. I love him so much.

"You're so amazing, John" I said. "You are too. And- and I don't want anything to happen to you. I'm really shaken up about Roger. I don't want that to be you in there anytime soon. Anytime at all actually."

His words were scary, but true. This world isn't safe for anyone. Not gays or straights. No matter what color your skin is or who you are, this world is not safe for anyone. I wouldn't be able to live in this world without John, not him without me. We need each other. We need to protect each other.

"I don't want anyone to hurt you either" I said. John kissed me again, but this time softer. His presence makes me feel safe. Needed and warm. He's like my guardian angel. He's always there for me. John took my hand in his and we walked down the stairs and out the doors. The cold air hit us hard, a change from the warm atmosphere we were just enveloped in. John leaned his body onto mine, a thing he always did. I held him steady as we walked as one.

John was always warm despite his always saying he was cold. His brunette hair was soft against my face. He smelled sweet and musky, almost of roses and sandalwood. His skin was porcelain. Soft and smooth, it was pleasant to the touch. I would run my hands up and down his arms at night, admiring the angel before me. I would play with his hair and make him smile.

That smile would kill me.

The way his lips curl at the edge of his teeth. The way his eyes squinted and he couldn't hold back a little laugh. The gap between his teeth was enough for me to melt. I always thought it made him even more special than he was already. It gave him personality and I love it. He always tries to hide it, but I bring his hand down from his mouth and say,

"Nothing could make you ugly, you are and forever will be the light of this world"

I'd kiss his hand afterwards. I loved to kiss his hand. It made me feel like his savior, even though he was saving me most of the time. I love John. He's probably the only thing keeping me from going mad. Brian and Roger are good friends, even great, but John helps me in a different way. Sort of like a compassion animal. The kind that people bring around with them to calm them down. If John were a little animal he would be a tiny hedgehog. Something cute and inviting. He's small in demeanor, but he stands taller than I do. He's complex, but oh so simple.

We got to the car and John unwrapped my arms around him and opened the drivers door. I'm not one to drive. I can barely make it out of a parking space without crashing.

The drive to John's was quick. He lived nearest to the hospital and drove rather diligently. He was focused on the road and pulled into the car park slowly. As he found his usual spot I spoke to him, "Why are you so perfect?" John looked up from the steering wheel and killed the engine. His cheeks were flushed and he tried to hold back a smile as he turned his head towards me.

"What ever to you mean, Darling?" He asked bashfully. I playfully scoffed, "There, it's stuff like that that makes you the most perfect being around. I can't believe I get to be with you."