Secret Rendezvous

Tour Traditions

So, I spent some time in a local hospital for my depression and we've been working on some things to get me better, so I hope that in the future I can be a great author for you guys and I hope that you all enjoy my new book: Secret Rendezvous. 

March 22, 1976

Freddie
I couldn't help but giggle while I watched Brian drunkenly stumble around the room, singing to some record he had boughten and dancing in time with his singing- well, attempting to dance in time with his singing. He flopped backwards onto the bed, then he looked over at me and he laughed before covering his face with his hands.

"Sorry." He continued to laugh and I smiled a bit more, moving closer to him.

"Don't apologize, it looks like you're having fun." He rarely let loose during tours, he was always worried about messing up during the concerts so he avoided drinking- until John took us out to a bar that night with a tab he'd promise to pay. "How's Chrissie? You must miss her while we're here." I asked and he shrugged, closing his eyes a bit while sighing. "That didn't sound like a good sigh." I got onto my stomach next to him and he shook his head.

"She's just... very plain." He told me and I hummed, telling him to continue. "Literally all we do is missionary and it's so, so boring. Plus, we've been trying for a baby for a long, long while and she just gets mad whenever I ask to have sex now." He explained and I nodded a bit, then he opened his eyes to look over at me.

"What kind of things would you like to do?" I asked, quietly- they were still only boyfriend and girlfriend, so I didn't even understand why they were trying for a baby at that point.

"I don't know, just things that aren't missionary." He shrugged, closing his eyes and resting his hands over them. "I'm so fucking sick of missionary." He chuckled, weakly, and I hummed, patting his stomach in faux sympathy. "I would like to try something where she rides me, or she lets me tie her to the bed- something different, just for one night."

"What if... what if I could give that to you for one night?" I bit my bottom lip and prayed that he wouldn't get angry with me for suggesting it.

Brian stayed quiet for a while, not wanting to reply or anything, then I looked over and a smile was pulling on the corner of his lips. I got myself up onto my elbow and I stared at him, wondering what was going on in that brilliant mind of his.

"Not tonight, just because we're both drunk." He whispered and I nodded, biting my lip and closing my eyes when I felt an embarrassed blush rise up onto my cheeks. "Don't be embarrassed, love. I didn't say no because I don't like you, I just said no because I want to... remember our first time." I opened my eyes and he was staring at me with a wide smile.

"Yeah, alright." I squeaked, then I rolled so my back was towards him- so he wouldn't see my stupid grin. He wrapped his arms around me and he sighed, softly, while he held me closely. "Goodnight, love." I whispered into the dimly lit room.

"Goodnight."

March 24, 1976

Brian
"Thank you, Himeji!" Freddie yelled to the crowd, then he ran off the stage and the three of us followed behind him. I couldn't help but stare at his butt in those little popcorn bowl shorts. "Fucking Christ, what a show." He sighed, then he grabbed a towel from one of the roadies and wiping his face with it before taking a deep breath.

I bit my bottom lip while I watched him fan himself. There was something building that I hadn't experienced in a while, and I kind of missed feeling that way- it had been a long, long time since I looked at someone and felt that way. I knew that Freddie wanted to have sex, but I didn't know if he felt the same way I did, it was all just kind of confusing.