Too Much Love Will Kill You

CHAPTER NINETEEN

*There is a tad bit of "smut" (I use that lightly 😂) in the start of this chapter, so just a warning if you're like me and it's not your favourite thing to read!*

*BRIAN'S POV*
*One Week Later*
It had been a week since we'd returned from tour, and nobody had yet to see Freddie. He'd called John from wherever he was staying and I'd heard that the pair got into a rather heated row. John was pissed, understandably, at his husband for not telling him anything about his plan to leave, and Freddie was being far too vague on his location according to the bassist. It had gotten beyond ridiculous that Freddie felt the need to hide in another country until all this press went away, when he knew himself it would only bubble to the surface again once he was home. We'd been told by Peter that he thought he'd talked sense into our frontman, thinking he was coming back with him to London, only Freddie changed his mind once they reached wherever they were heading to, and sent his assistant home alone. John was worried sick. He hated the thought of his other half being by himself, what with the man being more dependent on other people than he was of himself and all. For all we knew he was alone, most likely with nobody to help him do anything! Freddie was never one to be able to do everything for himself, and that was just him, but the idea of him being completely alone was something that filled us all with a little fear I think.

"Are you sure you don't want to come with me love?" I asked Rog, wrapping my arms around his waist as he washed the morning's dishes.

"No, no. You go and check on him. I need to wait here for Mum. She's bringing over Harry's bags after she drops him at school." He replied, rinsing the last plate before turning around in my arms. Rog's mum had watched Harry for us last night while we had dinner with John. He'd been stress cooking, meaning the house was full of food by the time we arrived. I didn't realize Deaky was such a good cook, but the whole dinner was delicious!

"Surely she can drop them over later?" I pouted, watching him roll his eyes playfully as he stripped off his rubber gloves, throwing them into the sink.

"She can, I suppose." He shrugged, his arms now wrapping around my neck, resting on my shoulders as he stood on his toes to be somewhat closer to me. "You're so bloody tall!" He groaned, making me let out a chuckle, as I quickly lifted him up so sit on the edge of the counter.

"Better?" I smirked, leaning closer to him. Roger nodded, pulling my down to connect his lips with mine sweetly.

"Much better." He grinned, kissing me again as he held me in place. I moved my hands from his waist to his cheeks, gently holding his face as I deepened the kiss. I was meant to be going to check on John (what with the amount of alcohol he'd consumed over dinner last night), but I'm sure he'd be fine if I was a little delayed. "Mmm." Rog moaned softly into the kiss, almost melting into me a little. I loved when he did that, when he showed what I could do to him. "Shouldn't y-you be g-going?" He shivered out as I moved my lips to his neck, sucking and nibbling a little to show he was mine.

"Do you want me to leave?" I asked, kissing further up his jawline before moving to look him in the eyes.

"No." He replied quickly, instantly pulling me back to kiss him again, this time his hands on my face. I took the opportunity to scoop him up from the counter, his legs wrapping around me without breaking the kiss. We'd had a lot of practice at that over the years, you could say. I carried him towards the lounge, placing him on the sofa before crawling over him. "Oh, the sofa! Such a gentleman!" He joked, his arms back around my neck as he pulled me closer to him.

"It was the sofa or the kitchen bench Rog. I picked the most comfortable option." I laughed, smiling at him as he connected our lips yet again. My fingers moved to quickly unbutton his shirt as he pulled me further into him, his tongue fighting mine for dominance. His hands were soon attacking my belt, making light work of the buckle before getting started on the button and zipper of my jeans.