I'm in love with my...Freddie? (Froger)

Could it be...?

„Roger, come out of there you fucking wanker!" the lead singer of Queen yelled at the cupboard.

„No!" came the muffled reply.

John was sitting on the Couch next to Brian, both of them just shaking their heads at Roger's childish behavior.

„Put my fucking song on the B-side!"

„Fuck you!" Freddie slammed his fists against the wood, making Roger shriek in surprise. A bang followed. „Ow! You made me hit my head!" the blonde mumbled.

„Good!"

„Freddie!" it was Brian now, glaring at Freddie, who just shrugged.
„Put my goddamn fucking song on the B-side!" Roger screamed. „I'm really proud of it..." his voice trailed off towards the end.
„It's literally about fucking a car!" the singer was furious „What the fuck would the fans think?"
„Yeah" John said from across the room „Roger, what exactly are you doing with that car?"

It seemed like that had finally shut Roger up and silence filled the room for a bit, before they heard their bandmate sniffling, almost as if he was...crying.

„Oh god, Rog...what the-" the singer stammered at a loss for words. „Darling-" he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed „Fine, we'll put your fucking car song on the-"

Before he could finish, the drummer kicked the cupboard open and jumped into Freddie's arms. Tears were still shimmering in his eyes. „Oh Fred, thank you so so much!"

The dark haired man hugged back, rolling his eyes. „Alright darling, you can let go now..."

The blond hair shook in disapproval. Freddie sighed, obviously annoyed, and dragged Roger, who was still holding on to him, along to the sofa. He took a seat next to Brian and stationed Roger in his lap.

„Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

„Why the hell does that song mean so much to you?" Freddie asked, beginning to stroke his hair absentmindedly.

Roger shrugged „Dunno, it just does" he mumbled into Freddie's chest, like it wasn't a fucking lie and closed his eyes. He shivered pleasantly at the others soft touch, as he loved it when people touched his beautiful, voluminous hair, especially if Freddie was the one doing it. Leaning into the touch, he snuggled closer, enjoying the warmth and humming quietly.

He didn't care if he was acting ‚gay'. This felt nice and he would enjoy every second of it. Even if there was a weirdly nice feeling in his stomach and his heart started beating faster...wow, Freddie really didn't look too bad. Roger could feel himself blushing. Fuck. Shit. Where were these gay thoughts coming from? Did he really like Freddie like that?

‚Am I...gay?!' Roger asked himself, wide eyed.

A voice interrupted the gay thoughts, „I never knew you were so cuddly, Roggie." Freddie laughed, while still stroking his hair.

Fuck, he loved when Freddie called him Roggie.

Suddenly someone snorted, it was Brian, who stood up to join John at the table.
„Just fucking kiss already" John complained.

The blonde blushed deeply, but tried to hide it by burying his face in the others chest. That was close.

But what he hadn't seen, was how Freddie winked at Brian and John, also blushing a bit.