"so, this is my room!" Brian says to you, a little more excited than was necessary. you giggle and look around, trying to act really impressed by all the posters and nerdy things he had hanging up.
"Very cool." Brian sits down on one of the two bean bags he has in his room, and he stares at you. you blush and make your way to the other bean bag and are about to sit on it when.
"DON'T SIT THERE!" Brian yells and it scares you so much you almost spill your coffee.
"What?!" you scream back, terrified. Brian looks at you, face now red and embarrassed from what he just did.
"It's uh, it's broken. the bean bag." you look down and see that your bean bag is way more deflated than brains, and if you look close you cans see the beads escaping the bottom of it. you smile, a bit embarrassed, and look for somewhere else to sit.
"You can... sit with me." Brian offers, your head snaps to the curly haired man and your mind starts to race.
"On your bean bag?" you ask. and he nods but looks like he regrets even saying it. he seemed so nervous, what did he have to be nervous about, he's a fucking rockstar!
"Sure." you smile and while protecting your coffee you sit down way too close to the guy. embedding yourself down in the bean bag. you look at Brian again and see he's staring at you. he looks away quickly and you don't know why that makes you smile... you take a sip of your coffee and swallow it.
"the coffees' good," you say as you turn your head to face him. but you're stopped by his lips touching yours. you're shocked, but soon you don't care about the coffee and you close your eyes to kiss him more. you open your mouth while he takes his hands and grabs your waist, you take your one free hand up to his neck and start pulling him in closer and closer. this was heaven, you thought to yourself. it couldn't get any better.
but apparently, it could. brains hands start to wander, and soon you start to imagine all the places they're going to go in your mind and you start getting over excited.
that is, until the door swings open and a now apparently conscious John steps into the room.
"Hey Brian, do you know where the guys put my amp?" John looks at you both, a little embarrassed, a little curious. Brian stops kissing you and he jolts back out of shock, taking his hands off your waist and drilling his eyes into John. with a very irritated look on his face.
"Deacy, we're kind of in the middle of something here," Brian says to him, and you blush, knowing that you are taking priority. John holds his hands up in surrender.
"Very sorry! My sincerest apologies Mr May." John winks at you before he leaves the room, shutting the door behind him. Brian buries his head in his hands and sighs.
"There are no boundaries in this house!" he yells, and you chuckle.
"I know how you feel, I share a flat with three other girls who don't seem to know what personal space is." you can tell that Brian smiles. he chuckles and turns his face so that he's looking at you.
"So, Brian May," you say to him, and he just blushes a little more, turning his head slightly away, but you lean forward. "I think that's kinda sexy." Brians' head sticks up and he stares at your lips, then back up to your eyes. you can feel a bubbling in your lower stomach, and it makes you lean in again. Brian does the same...
"Brian! Do you have any rubbers?" the door comes crashing open again.
"JESUS CHRIST fuck off Roger! I'm... we're busy!" he looks at you, and you fake a smile, taking another sip of your coffee. but Roger is less compliant than John, and instead of just getting out, he takes a few more steps into Brians room and looks both of you up and down.
