Somebody To Love - Maylor/Deacury

6 - Fun It (Part 2)

Brian's POV

A few hours after we started drinking, I found myself crowded around the record player with Deaky. We had been arguing about what record to put on after he nearly ruined a perfectly good Elton John album trying to take it off the turntable using only one hand, as he had been too stubborn to set down his drink.

"What's wrong with ABBA?" Deaky asked, clutching a record close to his chest like a child protecting his favorite toy.

"There's nothing wrong with them," I tried to reason, "I just think some of their music is a bit too disco. Can't we listen to something everyone likes?"

"Like what?"

I flipped through the vinyl collection we had found, stopping once I found what I was looking for. I held it up as a suggestion, "The Beatles?"

He sighed, then set down his ABBA record in defeat, "Okay, you win." I removed the record from the sleeve and set it on the turntable. I hadn't realized how drunk I was until such a simple task took me an embarrassingly long amount of time to do. When Deaky noticed this, he set down his drink and put on the record for me as I watched helplessly.

Suddenly, I felt someone behind me pull my arm as I heard a familiar voice, "Bri?" I turned around and found myself facing a very drunk Roger, looking at me with his beautiful blue eyes. As he studied my face, I couldn't help but notice when his gaze lingered on my mouth, and I blushed involuntarily. Before I had time to collect my thoughts, he grabbed both sides of my face and kissed me.

Shocked, I stumbled backwards and nearly lost my balance. Without breaking the kiss he grabbed my arm to keep me from falling, then returned his hand to the side of my face. My judgement must have been impaired by the alcohol because to my surprise, I closed my eyes and kissed him back.

"Get it, blondie!" I heard Freddie laugh, "Oh dear, they're both so drunk."

The realization hit me. What was I doing? I pushed Roger away, abruptly breaking the kiss. I could barely speak and when I tried to, my words came out sounding choked, "What are you doing?"

Roger stared at me, his lips still parted, and I could see a look of panic spread across his face as he realized what he had just done. The feeling of butterflies in my stomach was so strong that for a moment I thought I might be nauseous, and the fact that I could feel myself blushing intensely only made it worse. I silently begged for someone to say something - anything - to break the silence.

Freddie walked towards us, looking quite intoxicated himself. "Brian, you practically knocked over Deaky," he laughed. I glanced over at the bass player in question, who was watching the situation unfold with wide eyes from an uncomfortably close distance. Had I stumbled into Deaky when Roger kissed me? I didn't know it was possible to feel this embarrassed.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," I stammered.

Deaky laughed, walking over to the coffee table where he had set down his beer, "It's okay." He handed me my beer before grabbing his own, and I felt dizzy as I took a sip. The entire time I could feel Roger looking at me, but I didn't dare look over as I had no clue what to say. I didn't want my bandmates to see me this flustered, so I set down my drink and left the room.

John's POV

When Brian abruptly left the room, I was not at all surprised. Roger had done a lot of bold things while drunk before, but making out with Brian - his bandmate and best friend, not to mention, a man - was possibly the boldest. Now, the drummer looked like a dead man walking as he collapsed into the couch. Nevertheless, he reached for the bottle of liquor on the table in front of him.

"You've had enough," I decided, placing the bottle out of his reach. He groaned, leaning back onto the couch and closed his eyes as Freddie joined him. They both looked tired, and I knew that if they fell asleep on the couch it would be nearly impossible to get them to their rooms. Since I was the most sober out of the three of us, I took it as my responsibility to look after them.

"Roger," I gently shook his shoulder, receiving only a faint hum in response, "You don't want to fall asleep here." I turned to Freddie to ask for his help, only to find him drinking vodka straight from the bottle, "Freddie!"

"Calm down, darling," he spoke sweetly, and laughed as I pried the bottle from his hands. In the time it took for me to confiscate the bottle to the kitchen, Roger had passed out and Freddie looked ready to join him. I decided to let Roger sleep, because I knew that trying to drag him to his room now would be a lost cause.

I pulled Freddie to his feet, "Let's get you to bed." He made no objection and let me help him to his room, which proved to be a difficult task considering that I was already stumbling before I had to carry another person's weight.

When we reached Freddie's room, I let him down onto his bed. He looked at me and smiled. I asked, "Can you handle everything from here?"

"I think so."

"Goodnight, Freddie." I smiled before walking to the door. My hand was already on the doorknob when he spoke.

"Deaky?"

I turned, "Yes?"

He was leaning back on his bed, "You're my best friend."

I wasn't sure if his comment was truly heartfelt or just drunk nonsense, but my response was genuine, "You're my best friend, too."