Too Much Love Will Kill You

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

*Hey guys! I hope you don't mind another update! I got writing last night and I really love how this chapter is written. I think I'm finally back on track with my writing style for this book! This is just the start of the drama for Freddie/Joshua and Rog/Cass so they'll be more to come in the next few chapters! ☺️💕*

*3RD PERSON POV*
"It has to be fucking Joshua!" John ranted as he paced the length of his and Freddie's room, his hands tangled in his hair worriedly. The whole thing screamed Joshua! He'd been the only person other than John to have been that close to Freddie in '77, meaning he'd have to have been the one to take those pictures. "I can't believe he's showing up now! After all these years! What could he possibly want?!" He snapped as he continued to pace, his mind jumbling everything together. It had been years since Freddie ended whatever he and Joshua had to get back with John, and the bassist was struggling to understand why he'd suddenly be back in their lives again. He threatened to write an article back in the day, but nothing came of it, so why was he only now sending the pictures? Freddie sat staring at the floor as John rambled, his own brain not making sense of what just happened. He couldn't remember for the life of him taking those pictures, he could barely remember anything from the time he and Josh were together at all, but he knew there was no getting out of this. The dominate man would hype him up on drugs and alcohol during their time together, knowing Freddie loved a line or two, and that helped to blur the lines between reality and their almost fictional world of "Daddy and baby". Joshua often would use drugs to control him, and the frontman gave in more than he'd like to admit he did. Freddie wasn't stupid, and looking back now, he was aware that a place like that wasn't somewhere he should've been, but he was lonely, and heartbroken, and was just happy someone seemed to be interested in him. "I mean, we, we don't even know it's him." John continued to rant as Freddie pulled himself out of his thoughts.

"It's him." The older man croaked out. "It has to be him." Freddie wasn't proud of what happened between him and Joshua, the stuff that nobody but the pair knew about. There were things he hadn't even told John about that they'd gotten up to on more than one occasion, and that made him sick to think about now.

"But why now? After seven years, he now wants to send you these pictures? And for what?!" John groaned. This is the last thing they needed at the moment, with Freddie being how he is, and the tour barely starting. They didn't have time to be stressing over an ex being back for revenge or whatever he bloody well wanted.

"He wants something." Freddie sighed. "He, he wouldn't have sent them if he didn't want something from me. I'm guessing money." He added quietly, a sense of calm almost to his voice. He knew what Joshua wanted, and he also knew why he waited years to come and get it. He wanted money, as everyone does, and Queen are are lot more successful now than they were back in the 1970's, meaning he'd have more to potentially ask for.

"So he's sending you these to ask for money? As blackmail?" John quizzed, still not understanding the whole situation. He never even knew Freddie and Joshua got close enough for him to take naked pictures of the singer! Freddie had sworn they never slept together!

"I guess." Freddie shrugged, sighing again as he stood up from the side of the bed.

"How, how are we meant to know if it's even him, or what he actually wants?" John asked, going back over the envelope again in hopes for a number or something to help them out. As if it was a sign, the phone suddenly started screeching from downstairs, both men turning to face each other, knowing who would be on the end of the line.

"That has to be him." Freddie mumbled, a sinking feeling filling his stomach. He was hoping he could just pay out this bastard and it would end all of their problems, but part of him knew there had to be more to the story. He'd have more pictures, or something else to hold over his head to make it more difficult to resolve than it needed to be.