Don't You Hear My Call?

Crying For No One

Roger's POV
Brian and I rushed out of the building and quickly got into the car. I couldn't wait to get home and finally sleep with Brian. I could feel myself hardening just at the thought.

Brian leaned over and kissed me as he started the car. "Fuck, I love you so much" he mused. I moaned in response as he pulled out of the car park.

I couldn't hold myself back. I reached my hand over to rub Brian's thigh, inching closer to his crotch with each stroke. His hardening member was obvious, it strained against his trousers. He looked terribly uncomfortable. I started to unbuckle his belt.

"Roger fuck" he groaned as I unzipped his zipper. I grinned to myself and kept going. "I'm driving baby" he said. I ignored his comment and squeezed the bulge in his pants. I felt the car speed up.

I worked my hand around his erection, palming him through his trousers. Brian let his head fall back. He moaned in pleasure and his eyes started to flutter. I forgot he was driving, until I was jerked to the side from the impact.

There was a ringing in my ears. All I remember was looking over. Brian looked almost asleep. I tried shouting my name, but I couldn't hear my own voice. Then, well, I can't remember what happened next.

Freddie's POV
"We're here for Brian May and Roger Taylor!" I shouted at the lady in the emergency room. She was startled by my tone, but couldn't help it. What if my friends were hurt? What if my best friends, my little family, was...gone.

The woman on the phone wouldn't tell us anything. That couldn't be good. If anything happened to Bri or Rog, I don't know what I'd do. I love them so much. Deacy tried to support me, but he was shaken up as well. We needed to see our boys right away.

"Please let us see them. We're their family" John begged. I guess that worked because the lady told us to follow her. John and I speed walked to the room. I heard heart monitors beeping. Thank god they're alive.

John and I walked in together. I squeezed his hand and braced myself for what was to come. It was like Roger's hospitalization all over again. That was one of the most intense moments in our history. I can't bare to live that all over again.

Roger and Brian were in the room together, both in separate beds. They were wearing hospital gowns and had monitors going. Roger was closest to the door, he looked safe. I didn't see any casts or splints. That definitely made me feel better.

John was letting tears slowly escape his eyes. Roger's golden hair was spread across his shoulders as he slept. Seeing him sleeping in the bed was all too familiar. He looked mostly alright though.

John sat next to Roger and I made my way over to Brian's bed. His curls were drooping rather than being puffed up like normal. He had a cut on his forehead that rested on top of a purple bruise. He had his arms by his side and I noticed the finger clip that was on his index. There was one on Roger's finger as well.

"D-Do you think they're alright?" John looked at me with teary eyes. "Yeah. Yeah, they're just asleep" I reassured him. I sat next to Brian as just stared at him. It was all so much to take in. I don't know how they got here, but I'm praying that it wasn't too big of a deal.

A nurse walked in a few minutes later. "Hello" she spoke, "I'm Allie and I'm here to talk to you about, um" she checked here clipboard, "Brian and Roger." She smiled at John, but he didn't return the action.

"So, they were driving and got hit pretty hard. They were rushed to the hospital and got immediate treatment. We're thinking that they're alright, they're only out because we gave them some medicine and they've been through a lot of stress today. They should be awake shortly and the only thing we have to worry about is Mr. May's head. He has a slight bump and we want to make sure it's nothing major" she explained.