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“Scoot over love, I can’t see the telly.” Freddie was balancing a glass of wine in one hand while nursing a large bowl of popcorn. He nudged Roger hard in the ribs, expertly catching a drop of wine with his generous lips before it made its way down the side of the glass.
“The sofa’s too small,” Roger pouted, slouching down even further into the cushions and nuzzling John who sat squished between him and Brian. Roger nibbled on his bottom lip, tangling his legs with Freddie’s as they stretched out on the coffee table. He giggled as Freddie sought dominance with his feet.
They were all fresh from the shower, hair damp and with fresh t-shirts, boxers and briefs, crowded onto the beat up sofa in their shared flat watching an old copy of “1984.”
“I always thought Winston and O’Brien would get together in the end,” John murmured quietly, his face scrunched in consternation as Julia and Winston bump into each other right before the Two Minutes Hate.
“Same,” Brian muttered, reaching over both John and Roger for Freddie’s popcorn. “In the book, they’re quite close.”
“He’s just using Julia for a shag then?” Roger added, clearly confused.
“Clearly,” Freddie stated around a mouthful of popcorn. “But Julia was using him too.”
“True,” John muttered, his arms folded across his middle.
Roger sighed. “This movie is fucking dramatic,” causing the other three to giggle.
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The end credits are rolling when Roger wakes up on John’s shoulder, a slight cramp in his neck. Freddie is curled into Roger, Brian is snuggled into the other side of John, and they’re all knocked out.
“Boys,” Roger whispered, gently jostling Freddie and then John. “Boys,” he said a little louder. Brian opened one eye, and then Freddie. Roger blinked down at Brian innocently, his blue eyes shining. “Let’s stretch out on the floor, yeah? And finish the movie. I really wanted to see it.”
Brian smiled, his hand coming up to smooth the blond fringe from his sweet face. Whenever Roger looked at him like that, he could deny him nothing.
“Whatever you want love,” Brian said as he cupped his cheek. “I’ll get us a blanket and make some more popcorn.”
When Brian returned, his boys were all huddled in front of the sofa, shoulders together. John had his arms around his knees and looked cold. Brian wrapped him up first. “Looks like we’re going to need more blankets,” he remarked lovingly, placing a kiss to the younger one’s forehead.
He returned from the closet with three more blankets, then settled in among them. They had quite the cozy nest, and Brian couldn’t help but bloom a little when Freddie’s arms slipped around his waist to thank him.
They restarted the film at the part they remembered last. Julia and Winston are enjoying a post-coital lounge in the grass, far away from the prying eyes of the Thought Police.
“This is my favorite part,” Freddie whispers. His soft brown eyes were large in the low light from the television, and he was mouthing along with the actors' words.
Brian couldn’t help but smile, happy for little moments like this. He stole a glance at Roger, the only one of them who hadn’t seen the film before. He lightly touched the back of his neck to get his attention. “What do you think Roggie?”
Roger hesitated, then favored him with a silly grin. “I think I want to make love outside,” he said with a twinkle in his eye. The tip of his tongue was jammed between his teeth, and his cheeks were rosy.
