Save Me [A Maylor Story]

H9 I'm carsexual now

Roger POV

Last night was amazing. Brian and I went back to his place after the conference to celebrate our relationship. We cooked dinner together, well at least we tried. I am not a great chef, but Brian taught me some cooking stuff and we managed to make a nice stack of pancakes by eleven pm. We had some wine and fell asleep on the couch, my head on Brian's chest and his hands holding me close to him. That's how I woke up this morning, his soft hands on my back. I sighed and tried not to wake Brian up by moving too much. I wanted to stay like this forever. I closed my eyes once again and buried my head in Brian's shirt. He smelled amazing, as he always did. My movements triggered Brian, for he removed his hand from my back to stroke his hair out of his face and he opened his eyes.

'Hey lovely. Did you sleep well?'
'I always do when I'm with you, Rog, you should know that by now.'

He playfully booped my nose and sat up, causing me to slide off the couch. I got to my feet and went for a shower. It took me quite some time to figure out how Brian's shower works, but eventually I got it to work. The feeling of warm water running down my face was amazing. I was lost in thoughts when I heard the doorknob turn. Some brown curls gave me a preview of who was about to come in and Brian's face appeared in the door opening.

'Breakfast is ready!'
'I'll be right there. Just give me a sec.'
'Be quick, I might eat all of it myself if you don't show up any time soon.'

He winked and closed the door. I got out of the shower and put on the clothes Brian had given me. The pants were comfy but a bit too long, so I had to roll up the sleeves until it fit. The sweater practically made me disappear, but I didn't mind, because it was Brian's.
When I got down I smelled eggs and bacon. That silly vegetarian had bought meat for me. I ran up to him and hugged him.

'Yeah I know, I'm the best boyfriend ever. Now eat your breakfast, we need to leave soon. Freddie wants to discuss a song for the new album.'
'What album?'
'The album we're making in about three weeks, apparently. He only told me about it this morning, probably so we couldn't say no. He has already fixed us some farm to record the songs. Now hurry!'
'Perhaps we can put my song on the album, I've waited quite long to tell you guys about it but I think this is the right time. I've worked on it ever since we started Smile. It's great, you're going to love it.'
'I can't wait, Rog, but so can't Freddie. We have to leave now, my love.' 

I whispered something under my breath and stuffed my pockets with as much toast as possible. Then I got up and followed Brian to the car. 

* At Rockfield Studios *

Freddie and John were already in the studio, checking out eachother's songs. Brian put his on the pile and so did I, but I held one back. My masterpiece. 

'So, darlings, I have a song that can get us to fame. It's truly amazing, just wait until you hear it. What have you got, I'm so exited!'
'Well, I have one song...'

I gasped. Deacy has a song! We all know that Deacy is a bit shy, but he writes great lyrics. 

'Go on, I'm so proud of you dear. What's the title?'
'It's called You're My Best Friend, it's about someone I love.'
'Wonderful, darling. I can hardly wait to play it.'

He read the lyrics and passed it to Brian. He held it so that I could also read it. But wait... that bit is weird. 

'Are you joking? I don't want that fucking line on here! We're not singing 'happy at home' for fuck's sake. It's rock and roll! What is this, the woman's institute?'
'Rog, sweetie, you have to calm down. It's a lovely song, I'm sure it's going to be a big hit. ANd we definitely are singing 'happy at home', for it's part of the song. I'm sorry love.'

Yikes. Brian always gets me to calm down at the most unfortunate moments. I was about to blow up in poor Deacy's face, but he stopped me. That wanker. I sighed.

'Fine.' 
'Roger, darling, do you have a better song? What's that in your hand?'
'That's my best contribution to the band so far. Just like Deacy's song, it's about a loved one. I've been working on this for a long time, so don't be upset is you get discouraged by the fabulous lyrics, talent is not easily required.'

I handed Freddie the lyrics to my song. He snorted, but stayed silent for a while. Then he burst out in laughter.

'Deacy, please- does he actually think this is better than what he's written so far? God, this is worse than is purple shoe song!'
'It's not, it's a bloody masterpiece!'

Deacy took the lyrics and he tried his best not to laugh, but Freddie making weird faces while laughing didn't help much, and soon he was also on the floor laughing. Brian was the only one who was still serious about my song.

'So what do you think?'
'Well, Rog, I think Freddie and John have a point.'
'I put my heart and soul into this song.'

Deacy stopped laughing and joined the conversation.

'Nobody is decreasing that.'
'And you don't like it because you want your song on the album.'
'It's not that Roger.'
'Then what is it?'
'Roger, sweetie- I'm in love with my car. Maybe it's not strong enough?'
'What does that even mean, not strong enough?'
'Is it strong enough, that's all I'm asking. If I'm on my own here, then I apologise.'
'How does your new song go then?' 

I grabbed Brian's song from the pile.

'You call me sweet like I'm some kind of cheese.'

He looked offended.

'It's good.'
'Wow.'
'You know, when my hand's on your grease gun, that's very subtle isn't it?'
'It's a metaphor Brian!'

Deacy decided to deliver some input.

'It's just a bit weird, Roger, what exacly are you doing with that car?'

Freddie sort of recovered and wanted in on shaming me, apparently.

'Children please, we could all murder eachother but then who would be left to record this album?'
'Statistically speaking, most bands don't fail. They break up.'
'Deacs, why the hell would you say something like that? Roger, there's only room in this band for one hysterical queen.' 

He left, probably to work on his own song. Brian wasn't finished talking though.

'I know why you're angry Roger.'
'Why?'
'Because you know your song isn't strong enough.'

I was going to get him for saying that. Boyfriend or not. I took some old toast from my pocket and threw it at him.

'Is that strong enough? What about that?'

I grabbed the next closest thing and got ready to throw it at Brian and Deacy when they looked shocked and sprung up.

'Not the coffee machine!'

I sighed and put it down. Brian wrapped his arms around me, apologising for being a prick. And he is, don't get me wrong, but I really liked his hugs so I accepted and started to sweep the bread crumbs off his shirt. Freddie will be more reasonable when he hears my song, I'm sure of it. It will be on the album, and it will be a single if things go my way. They will, I have my methods.