Save Me [A Maylor Story]

H13 We can do the tango just for two

* Still at the Ritz *
Freddie's POV

The food was amazing, as always  when we dined at the Ritz. It was expensive, sure, but it was most definitely worth it. John looked so happy with his fancy food, but he wasn't quite sure which piece of cutlery to use for what, which was adorable. The music was soft and swaying, as if they were trying to put us to sleep.
Brian and Roger left to the small dance floor and started to slow dance, while making sure they didn't do anything too suspicious. They could just as well be two good friends, dancing. As friends. Very convincing.

John's POV

'Darling, you are looking so sad. Do you want to dance? I'll lead.'

'Ehm... Sure, Freddie.'

He took my hand and placed his hand on my hip. I put my hand on his shoulder and he showed me how to dance. Even though I had never danced like this before, Freddie made me feel like a pro. We swirled over the dance floor, leaving Roger and Brian with confused stares on their faces. Being so close to Freddie felt familiar, like we should have been close since we first met. I can't say I didn't enjoy having sex with Freddie when we were recording A Night At The Opera, but that was mostly just passion. This felt... Right, somehow. Like it was meant to be like this.
I began to feel a bit tired, so I put my head on Freddie's shoulder. He let go of my hand to stroke my hair. I pulled him in a tight hug, and only seconds later we were hugging/dancing to the soft music in the background. It was comforting to be able to forget everything and just live in the moment. It seemed to last forever, but it was cut short by a tap on my shoulder. I turned my head to see Brian standing next to me. He took me back to our table and looked at me in concern.

'John, tell me, how are things with you and Freddie? Have you talked since... You know?'

'You know about that? That's really embarrassing... '

'I've known ever since Roger came downstairs with a shocked look on his face, ready to expose you guys. I eventually got him to stay silent, but seeing you two, I think he will be confronting you soon. You can't keep anything hidden from him for long, he'll find out. Just get ready to have a chat with Freddie about this, you'll have to set things straight before Roger comes for you both.'

I nodded and thanked Brian, then I went back to Freddie. I had after all left him with a very drunk Roger, I should probably check on him.
He turned out to be having a good time, his smile didn't fade. Why was I feeling bad, somehow? Freddie was happy, he and Roger were dancing and having fun and dancing rather weirdly in a fancy restaurant. Nothing was off, yet it felt like something was.

'There's nothing going on between them, John, you can relax now. They're just drunk. Let's get them out of here before they do something stupid.'

'I like that idea. I'll get Freddie and pay, you take care of Roger and get us cabs. I don't think we are capable of driving right now.'

We parted ways, I went to fetch my wallet and Brian went to call us two cabs.

'Come on, Freddie. It's time to go now.'

'It is already? But I'm having so much fun! Can't we have fun, Johnny?'

'Of course you can have fun, but not at the most fancy restaurant in town. Now let's move, before they kick us out.'

'You're no fun... Will you buy me a cat?'

'Sure, Freddie. I'll get you a cat tomorrow. Come with me now?'

'Fineee.'

He attempted to walk to the exit and failed, and as a result he held my arm for support. Brian and Roger were already outside, waiting for us on a bench. Roger was practically asleep, resting his head on Brian's chest. When Brian saw us coming towards them he picked Roger up in bridal style and carried him to one of the cabs. I hauled Freddie to the other one and told the driver Freddie's address, for he had to be there to feed his cats the next morning. Freddie talked to me about his newly written songs and the album we would make once we got back from the tour. The tour, by the way, was to begin a month from now, starting in London and ending in New York. We would visit Britain, Europe and America in about half a year. Freddie seemed to be very exited, but I became exhausted if I even thought about it. And most importantly, cheese on toast wouldn't be the same! They probably don't sell the right kind of bread and the right kind of cheese, and the toaster will be different. I don't know how I'm going to survive six months without proper cheese on toast.

We arrived at Freddie's place in about twenty minutes, and Freddie stumbled towards his bed as soon as I opened the door with his key. I decided to sleep in the guest room. Well, not exacly a guest room. It was a tiny room with barely enough rook for a bed. I could wiggle myself on the floor between the bed and the wall and that was about it. Not much, but at least I could sleep somewhere.
At two am, Delilah decided she was hungry or something, for she started meowing very loudly. I resisted the urge to throw my pillow at her; I then wouldn't have anything to rest my head on. I just tried to ignore it, and in the morning I would talk to Freddie about his amount of cats. It was getting quite ridiculous by now. I could only hope he didn't remember my promise to buy him a cat. I mean, he forgot it the last time...