Don't You Hear My Call?

Sheer Heart Attack

Brian's POV

"Hello, gorgeous" Roger's voice woke me up from my deep sleep. It's been a few days and I was finally feeling better. Roger had insisted that I started sleeping in bed with him again. I guess he really missed me. I missed him too though. It felt so right waking up to cuddle him.

"Hello, beautiful" I said. Roger was playing with my hair and rubbing my chest. He giggled and smiled to himself. "Whatcha thinking about?" I asked whilst running my finger through his hair. "Oh, y'know, just imagining our first time" he said. "Oh are you now?" I laughed.

Roger and I had talked about taking our relationship to the next level last night. We had both decided that we wanted to finally have sex. Actual sex. Not just blowjobs and handjobs and all that jazz. We talked it over and Roger seemed very excited. But who could blame him, So was I.

"Yeah, and you don't know how long I've wanted this" he said. He straddled me in one lift of his leg and a push off the mattress. I rubbed his thigh softly. "Me too. But I don't think it's gonna happen right now" I said. A frown grew on the blondes face. "Why not?" He asked. I rolled my eyes, "for Pete's sake Rog, it's 8 in the morning and we have somewhere to be" I remarked, "it's not that I don't love you baby, because I do. It's because I want to to be very special. I want this to be the best night of our lives"

Roger nodded and slowly slumped off of my lap. "I can't wait" he mumbled to himself. "I know, but just think of how good it'll be when we do" I said. "I guess you're right" he said as he pecked my lips and got off of the bed. "I always am" I exclaimed. Roger loudly scoffed in disagreement.

He went to our dresser and pulled out and outfit. He went into the bathroom to change and get ready whilst I changed in the bedroom. It's weird, Roger has been changing in the bathroom a lot recently. I hoped he was feeling okay.

We needed to be out of the apartment soon, because we had called a meeting with all the band members and our new, disgusting manager. Freddie had said he even got a hold of Miami, which we were all very excited about. It seemed like we were nearing an end with Richard. It's great because we have all been on edge and we can't really get the police involved so this would get him out of our lives quickly.

Once I was all dressed, Roger popped into the room. "Why did you change in the bathroom, beautiful?" I asked. I wanted to make sure he was alright. I didn't want him feeling down about himself. He'd had moments like that back in university and it always made me sad that he didn't appreciate his own beauty.

"I have a surprise for you" he winked. "Ooo, I can't wait" I responded. I'm glad he wasn't feeling bad. He kissed my cheek and said he was going to make us some breakfast. I took this time to fix my hair and brush my teeth. I wanted to look my best when I inevitably destroy Richard Valentine.

I walked into the kitchen and was greeted by the smell for fresh coffee and a smiling Roger. I sat down at the breakfast bar. "For you" the lovely blonde cooed as he set down a plate of crêpes in front of me. There were strawberries, whipped cream, bananas, and chocolate smothering them. "Your going to kill me, Roger Meddows Taylor" I said as I grabbed my fork. "Made with love" he said when he set down a cup of coffee in front of me.

"Oh my god, Roggie! These are amazing!" I exclaimed. He's cheeks covered with a pink blush. "I'm glad you like them" he whispered and brought his own plate next to me. It was a few strawberries and a hand full of grapes. "How did you learn to cook like this?" I asked. He shrugged his shoulders. "Take a bite, love. They're wonderful" I said. Roger just shook his head and popped a grape in his mouth.

"Come on, honey. You know you want to" I teased. Roger shook his head again and continued nibbling at his fruit. "Come on, Rog. Your breakfast is barely a meal. You need to have something before we gear up to fight with that tyrant" I said, pushing a forkful of crêpe near his mouth. He got up from his chair and looked at me, "I'd really appreciate it if you didn't push your food at me" he gritted.