Don't You Hear My Call?

Wet

Roger's POV
Why the hell was I about to kiss John like that? I didn't even like him like that. At least I don't think I do. Besides I'm with Brian. And I love him and he loves me. We're happy together. John is with Freddie. This is the way things are supposed to go.

This is what I though about on my walk home and in my bed. I didn't think I had those types of feelings for anyone else. Well, I was proven wrong when I woke up this morning.

Brian had slept on the couch, since he was sick. I believe he had the flu. Thank, God He did because I woke up this morning to the remnants of my latest wet dream.

I haven't had one of those since I was a teenage, dreaming about James Dean or the most recent girl I liked. But I found myself in a puddle of my own dried cum and in a sea of guilt. It wasn't Brian or any movie star that I had dreamt of that night. It was John. Our fucking bass player and one of my best friends. Not to mention one of my best friends boyfriend.

I freaked out when I first woke up and got off the bed. I peeled on my boxers and pulled off the sheets frantically. I bundled it all into a ball. I grabbed some clean  sheets out of the linen closet and hastily put them on the bed. Once I was done, I quietly exited the room and tiptoed to the laundry room.

After I put the soiled sheets into the washer, I went back to the bedroom. As I passed the living room, a voice scared me to death. "Why're you doing the laundry so early?" Brian voice was weak from his cough. I don't know what he was sick with, but it didn't sound good.  Hopefully it was just the flu.

"Ummm, it's nothing. I just wanted to get a head start" I lied. "Alright" He hummed as he turned back over on the couch. I went to the kitchen to make some tea for him. I needed to take care of him. Not only because he's ill, but also because I felt bad about what happened with John.

I brought over the mug and saw a pile of tissues on the floor and around the coffee table. I picked them up and put the mug on the table. I threw the tissues away and brought some cough syrup on next to him with a hot towel. I padded his head with it and he started to wake up.

"Brian I think you have a fever" I whispered. He groaned in response. "Let me put in the bed, honey. I put on some new sheets" I cooed. He nodded to my statement and reached his arms for me. I hooked mine with his to get him up. He leaned on me with a blanket around himself. I put my arm around him and led him to the bedroom.

I set him down on the bed and fluffed up his pillows. Just as I was about to leave to get some more things for him, he called me back. "Thank you for taking care of me" he whispered in a hoarse voice. "I know you'd do the same for me" I smiled, "actually you'd probably do it a lot better"

Brian laughed and then ended up coughing again. I ran to the living room to get him the cough syrup. He took some and then placed it on the nightstand. I went back one more time to get his tea, a thermometer, the towel, and a rubbish can. He was going to need that if he felt sick again.

"Here you are" I said whilst setting everything up. I pulled out the thermometer from my pocket and pulled the cap off. "Open" I instructed and Brian abided. I stuck the stick under his tongue and waited for it to beep. I took it out and read the temperature: 101.4°

That wasn't too good. "Uh oh, looks like it'll be a while till this passes" I said whilst showing him the numbers. He frowned and twiddled his thumbs. "We won't be able to rehearse or record" he mumbled. "Don't worry about that, all that matters is your health" I said. He smiled weakly. "Now, get some rest. You're gonna need it. Oh! And don't forget to call if you need anything, ok?" I said. He nodded.

I got up from the edge of the bed, "wait, Roger" he said. "Yeah?" "Could you sing to me?" He asked unsure. "Of course, my darling" I said. I sat back down next to him, "what do you want to hear?" I asked. "Harrison" he smiled.