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

Cheese on toast

Roger yawned and stretched. What time was it? One look at his alarm clock told him- wait, his alarm clock? He squinted through the dim light and noticed he was in his room. He must've fallen asleep in Freddie's arms the previous night. The singer had probably carried him up to his own room after a while. What a kind soul he was. He could have just woken him up, but he had chosen not to, which made Roger blush and feel warm inside. Oh god, was he really falling for Freddie? The thought almost made him go crazy because it was most likely the truth. All he wanted was to stare at his beautiful chocolate eyes and trail his fingers across those sharp cheekbones or perhaps do the tango just for two.

Roger shook his head and sat up, leaning against the pillows. Where was all of this suddenly coming from?
His thoughts were promptly interrupted by a quiet knock on the door.

„Yes?" he was surprised at how much raspier his voice sounded in the morning, which he seemed to forget constantly.

Freddie poked his head into the room „Good morning darling, breakfast is ready. Deaky made cheese on toast for all of us!"

„Sounds great Fred, I'll be down in a minute"

The singer nodded and before exiting added, „Your morning voice is kind of hot-"
He giggled and walked out, leaving a blushing Roger behind.

Roger got out of bed quickly and threw on some black jeans and a black and white striped sweater. Then he jogged down the stairs to join the others in the kitchen.

„Morning, losers."

„Mhm", Brian mumbled, sipping his coffee while reading some sort of book about...space, science? Or something like that, Roger didn't really understand the things Bri was into.

„Hi Rog", Deaky greeted happily, „I made cheese on toast for everyone!"

„Well you're in a good mood today" Roger laughed, sitting down at the table. John nodded and took a seat next to Brian.
Roger now directed his gaze towards Freddie, who was humming a quiet but beautiful melody. This man was amazing, the way he moved, spoke, sang, wrote, performed, just...everything about him was absolutely mesmerizing. The dreamy drummer rested his chin on top of both of his hands and continued staring at Freddie.

„Uhm...Roggie darling?"

He jumped slightly, „Fuck- sorry, I must've...zoned out for a second there." he smiled nervously and watched as Freddie placed a plate in front of him and chuckled softly.

„Yes, well enjoy this gourmet meal our wonderful bassist has prepared for you."

Roger laughed, „I will." And he took a bite of the toast. „God, Deaky this is actually really good, what the hell..."

„Were you expecting it not to be?" John raised an eyebrow.

„I don't know, but you definitely did a great job." The drummer grinned and finished the rest of his breakfast, earning a smile from the bassist.
Roger giggled and stood up to bring his plate away and walked past Freddie, who was standing near the radio, humming along to something. That simple thing made him blush, he could feel his cheeks get warmer and sped up to hide his face, tripping in the process and hitting the floor. The plate broke into a million sharp pieces, some of which dug deep into his arms, making him whimper in pain. Warm liquid started to pour out of the fresh wounds, dripping onto the floor and making him feel slightly dizzy when he looked at it.

„ROG!" Freddie shrieked and knelt down beside him, immediately pulling him into his lap and stroking his hair gently.

Roger's ocean eyes looked up to meet chocolate ones and he chuckled, „Freddie, it's just some small wounds, nothing bad. I'll live..." he paused, „...maybe" he added dramatically.

„God Roggie, don't scare me like that!" The singer hugged him tightly, while John and Brian looked at each other, clearly relieved their friend was alright.

„Come now, let's get your clumsy ass cleaned up." Freddie grinned and picked the blonde up. He carried him upstairs to the bathroom and closed the door behind them.