What do we do now? (A dealor fic)

Goodbye Veronica, hello freddie

Setting- in the car, pulled over to the side of the street
POV: Roger

John could barely get any words out between sobs, his head pushed against my stomach while his arms strung around the back of my neck. I rested my head on his, my warm and salty tears making his long, brunette hair wet at the top. John lifted his head and looked into my eyes, then spoke.
"I need to break up with Veronica."
"John, if you truly love her more than me, it should be me you're breaking up with." I responded, my hands combing his soft hair.
"That's the thing," John started, "I love you more, you'll always be my first priority, but my love for Veronica is different than my love for you. That's pretty fucked up, i know."
"It's not fucked up, you're just confused. You've been with Veronica for years now, but now I'm here. You will always love Veronica, but who do you want to be with?" I asked him.
"I... I want to be with you" he smiled as the words left his mouth.
"So, are you... gay? I mean, you really did love Veronica, and don't act like I don't see you with those magazines." I said, half ironic, half serious.
"No, I think I'm bisexual" John said.
"Is that Alright?" He asked.
"Of course it is, if you're happy, I'm happy" I said, leaving him a little peck on the lips. John chuckled.
"So, what was that you were doing in there with Reid?" He questioned, a couple more tears going down his wet face.
"I'm not so sure myself." I said after a moment.
"It just sort of happened. I was talking about the instruments we needed for our next album, then he asked me why we were fighting. I confessed that we were dating because he's our manager, and if he wanted any profit from Queen, he wouldn't spill the secret. Then, he sat down next to me and just."
I motioned my hand so I didn't have to say that I kissed him in front of John. He got the message.
About a minute went by before either of us said anything.
"Did you like it?" John looked up at me.
"No, it was nothing compared to you." I said, this made John giggle. I leaned in closer to him, and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. Our lips met and we both closed our eyes.  As the kiss got longer, it got more intense too. I backed up from Johns grasp and laughed.
"We need to get going now I think." I told him, a big, stupid grin was plastered on my face. John was smiling too, but his smile faded into a frown in a couple seconds.
"I'm going to Veronica's house. I'd rather break up with her than to do this behind her back. I love her too much." John sighed. I put my hand on his shoulder and rubbed his arm.
"It's okay," I reassured him, "I'll be right in the car when you get back.  Are you sure you're ready to do this?" I asked him.
"Yeah." Said John. Nothing much was said on the car ride there, but I never took my hand off his shoulder.

I was waiting outside Veronica's house now, John has gone in about 5 minutes ago. I hope he's doing alright in there. (Hahaha sorry). Just then, I noticed the handle of her front door twisting open, John rushed out, tears streaming down his face. He opened the car door and let himself in. He wasn't sobbing, but his face was wet and shiny. He didn't say anything to me, he just looked down at his lap and fidgeted with his fingers.
"Are you okay?" I asked quietly. The brunette looked up at me and gave me a kiss on my cheek. This made me smile.
"Yeah," John began to say. "Let's just get back home. Maybe we can watch a movie." He said, attempting to put a grin on his face.
"I'll cuddle with you while we watch then." I stated, trying to make him feel better. He gave me a big, sloppy hug. His head pressed into my shoulder. My shirt was getting wet from his face being pressed on it.
"I'd love that." He quietly responded, this time letting his real smile come through.

**For some reason I wrote the next paragraph in 3rd person, and I don't feel like changing it, sorry lol**

Back at the flat, the boys put on a movie. It was Rogers favorite, clockwork orange. Roger put the tape in and got on the couch next to John, a single blanket covering the two of them. Johns head was resting over Rogers shoulder, and he was stroking the blondes hair. Roger arms wrapped around John in a warm embrace, sometimes rubbing his hand up and down on Johns arm. It was perfect, just the two of them.

POV: John

Although I pretended to be focused on the movie, I could only think about roger and Reid. I know it meant nothing, but why was roger kissing back? I looked up from his shoulders to see his deep blue eyes staring at the screen. What if he did like it more than me? What if he was lying to make me feel better? I reached my hand out and traced his lips with my thumb. He smiled and met my gaze. I sat up and put my hand over his jaw. He did the same to me. He moved in closer to me and pressed his forehead to mine. He backed up a bit a started to kiss my collarbone. He kissed up to my neck and over my cheek slowly but thoughtfully. Then, he kissed my lips. My face turned bright pink. I went to kiss him back, but he kissed harder. He pushed me down so he was nearly on top of me. He started to take my shirt off, and I helped him. He threw it on the floor, our lips never breaking contact. I decided to take off his, this was easier because mine had buttons while his was just a tee shirt. As our make out for more and more intense, I attempted to take off my belt. But then I heard a voice, and it didn't belong to my lover.
"Well who would have thought! Honestly I'm surprised, I didn't suspect a thing!"
I slid out from under roger and opened my eyes to see Freddie standing by the couch, an amused expression on his face. Rog turned back and saw Fred there too, his expression was mortified.
"FRED! HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN STANDING HERE? THERES THIS LITTLE THING CALLED PRIVACY, MAYBE YOU SHOULD LOOK IT UP!" He yelled. He was so hot when he was angry.
"Darling when you shag someone in a shared living room you have to expect someone to walk in on you!" Freddie responded.
Rog settled back down, seeing Freddie's point. What were they thinking? They were being way too care free!
"Uh, this isn't what it looks like Fred." I lied.
"Of course it is! Friends don't just lay on each other half naked while literally swallowing each other's tongues!" He told me. I couldn't exactly argue with him there.
"So," Freddie asked, "how long has this little rendezvous been going on?"
"Only a couple months" roger told him.
"MONTHS?! How have you two idiots, no offense, kept this from me and Bri for months?!"
"Well... Brian sort of knows." I informed Freddie.
"You told the poodle, but not me? Typical." He mumbled.
"We didn't tell him! He figured it out in a similar way that you did, let's just leave it at that." I told Freddie.
"You two have to be more careful where you decide to shag, then!" He laughed. "Anyway, what are we watching? Clockwork orange? I love this movie!"
He sat next to me and roger while we put our shirts back on and got under that blanket again. We remained cuddling, but not as intimate as we were before, my head still on Rogers shoulder, our legs intertwined under the blanket. Although Freddie sort of just ruined our night (I'm not mad at Freddie, but it's true) we still had a good evening together. Freddie gave us space, and at one point I even draped my hand over the blondes chest and kept it there for the remainder of the movie.
Freddie caught us trying to kiss and nudged my back with his foot.
"Cut it out I'm trying to watch the movie!" He whispered, which made me chuckle. Maybe having the band know wasn't so bad.

To be continued...