Save Me [A Maylor Story]

H4 At the club

Brian POV

We've been at the club for about an hour and Freddie is already hammered, the waitress put his drinks on hold, and it's only ten pm! Rog is not far behind him though, it's almost shocking to see how much that man can drink before passing out. He's having a conversation with Deacy, who is practically rolling on the floor laughing about the nonsense Roger is speaking.

'Brian you have to hear this! I cant- I'm dying!'

Deacy slipped from his chair and sat on the floor laughing.

'What is it? Rog, what on earth did you tell him?'
'WhO?'
'John. He mentioned something funny you said but didn't get the chance to finish.'
'OoOhHh. WhICh JoHnnn? There's JoHnNnn, JOhNnnNNy BoY, DEaCy, DeAcSs, GiNGeR, FrEd's biTCh...'
'The John who is currently trying to get back to his seat but keeps falling down because he can't stop laughing, know who I mean now? The guy you just talked to.'
'OHhH ThAT JOhnnN. YeAH I toLd HIm YoU hAVe a FIneEEee AsSssSs BadGGGGEr BoyY.'

My cheeks turned red, but Roger didn't notice or he simply didn't care and ordered us four of the strongest drinks, some Spanish stuff I had never heard of before. Deacy managed to stop laughing and he sat down. He was looking at Freddie, who was dancing his heart out, with a look on his face I hadn't seen before. I didn't get to examine it for long, for the waitress came to bring us our drinks.
Roger downed his in a few seconds. I tried to down it as well, but I choked and it came out of my nose. Roger laughed and Deacy looked at me in pity, for the drink did not taste good and having a disgusting drink flowing out of your nose is not exacly something you would recommend to others. I still finished the drink, I just wanted to have a good time with my friends and let loose a bit. That seemed to work, for when Roger pulled me to the dance floor I didn't hesitate.
They played Led Zeppelin, which is one of my favourite bands, so Rog and I went wild out there. It might have been the alcohol or maybe this weird situation, but I didn't care anymore what other people thought, this was also my night off, I deserved to have some fun with my friend.

After a few songs they played something familiar: Keep yourself alive! They chose to play something we made! Roger looked at me with a mixed look of confusion and insane happiness, for this hadn't happend before. I could hear Fred singing along loudly on the other side of the club, and it was clear he was very, very drunk. I started playing air guitar, and Rog soon followed on air drums. Seeing him get lost in his playing was like a drug you get addicted to really fast, I couldn't get enough of it. The accuracy with which he hit the air drums was astonishing, for it seemed he hit everything right on the beat, matching the sound with the right place on the pretend drums. Then there was the bit of the song where Roger and I twisted our voices a bit to say a few words, and Roger wanted to turn to the microphone, which, of course, wasn't there. He looked at me in panic, as though he was actually performing.

'Brian! I don't have a mic, you'll have to sing it by yourself!'
'Rog, snap out of it. We're at the club, there's nothing to worry about.'

I chuckled as I saw how confused he was, but my I went right back to being serious when I saw a dazing look in his eyes. He took a step back and fell. I rushed to catch him, and just a few inches above the floor I held him close to me. I looked at his beautiful eyes, the perfection of his bonestructure and ran my hand trough his blond hair. He looked up and we locked eyes. I would have stayed in this somewhat uncomfortable position for a long time if that meant I could look at him some more, but we were interrupted by Deacy, who was trying his best to keep Freddie up.

'We have to leave now, Bri. Freddie was about to get himself in some serious trouble, but I managed to distract him by telling him I was going to buy him a cat. Let's get out of here before those guys find him.'

I nodded and got Roger back on his feet. He grabbed my arm tightly for support, but he let go when I tried to pull my arm from his grip. I put it over his shoulders instead, and tightened my grasp, so he wouldn't have to rely on his own strength to keep himself from falling. We walked to the taxis John had called, and I herded Roger into the second one, closing the car door behind me. We stayed silent, for we both didn't feel the need to make conversation. Roger cuddled up against my chest and put his feet on the seat in order to be comfortable. I put my arm around him and watched him fall asleep. He breathed in trough his nose and uot trough his half open mouth, which gave me quite a view over his pink lips.
We sat like this until the taxi arrived at my apartment, and I took Roger inside, carrying him in bridal style, for I didn't want to wake him up. I layed him down on my bed and took off his shoes and purple striped socks. He grabbed a pillow and cuddled it, which made me lose my focus for a bit. His blond hair was spread all over my pillow, his face hidden in it.

'Brian...'

Did he just say my name? No, I just heard it wrong, right? Careful not to wake him up I slowly walked towards the door and closed it behind me. Then I took some blankets and crashed on the couch.
I was awake for a long time, thinking about this strange evening. First, Roger told me he liked the way my butt looked. Then, he wanted to dance with me. When he fell, he had looked deeply into my eyes. In the taxi he cuddled up to me as if we had been doing that for ages. Just a few minutes ago he said my name while he was asleep. All this got me thinking about what was going on inside his head, how he felt about what he had been doing. But then again, he was terribly drunk, which had probably affected his behaviour towards his friends. But he didn't act this way to Deacy or Fred...
With that though in my mind I finally dozed off, dreaming about a perfect world in which gay relationships were not frowned upon or even illegal.