Queen Oneshots!

Dance pt 1(Deacury)

Pls don't get mad at me the song above inspired mah -- Beth

Freddie's P.O.V

Today we are having an audition for a new bassist; a few actually. I hope they aren't like Barry or Doug. They disgust me-too cocky, addicts, and insufficient. I looked around the studio, Brian sat strumming his beloved guitar, and Roger-nowhere to be seen. Probably wanking in the bathroom. I glanced down at my wrist-watch; 5 more minutes of agony. Patience is one of my greatest flaws, I can't wait on anything. At all. To prove this irritating theory, one of my friends took me fishing-which requires a huge amount of patience mind you-and I got frustrated and tossed the rod in the lake. Once I had realized what I done, I gave the kid 50 pounds and left. Yeah-cowardly me. I looked back down at my watch; 2 more minutes. What am I going to do in these 2 minutes? Dunno. If I had my sketchbook I'd probably draw Brian or something around here..

Knock, knock. Before I could react Bri had gotten up and answered. In came a young man with a bass case-and he was gorgeous. He had long brown-curly hair, grey-green eyes that complimented those locks, and a small frame. I wonder how cute he'll look lying in my bed..hell no. My pants were growing tighter by the second-I tried to think of something other than him-naked grandmums! That helped more than expected. I can't have a boner while doing auditions. He is talking to Bri right now, but that won't stop me from staring at that face. Since I was studying his face, I found that he must be in a relationship-there is a bruise in front of his ear. Within the boundaries of that was a cut, deep it looked like. I felt myself get angered that someone was mistreating him - but, he might have fallen or something along those lines. I was beginning to get caught up in his face when he turned and looked at me. He bit his lip and blushed around his ears and his cheeks. I didn't blush-I just winked and licked my lips. He pursed his lips and furrowed his brows. I began to trail my eyes towards his lower body, he had a semi. Was I making him hard? I looked back up at him with a smirk. 

Brian abruptly interrupted and scoffed into a laugh, "You two are practically eye f#$@ing eachother!" I grinned at Brian and the man.

 "Freddie, this is John. John, this is your new boyfriend," Brian joked. John definitely was uncomfortable with the joke and looked down at his feet. 

"John, are you not gay?" Bri asked softly.

"I- I am. But I am in a relationship-" John mumbled. I puckered up some courage and asked him a bad question.

"So, John, how's the boyfriend doing?" I asked nosily. 

"G-Good. H-He treats me very well," John sighed trembling a bit. He touched the bruise and quickly hid it with his hair. Roger walked in right then, and I looked over at him. He looked like he just had a really good time with something in his pants. He waved at John and sat next to me. 

"He's a cute number, isn't he?" Roger checked John out. 

"Watch it, pretty boy. He's been claimed mine and mine only." I growled. Jeez, why was I being so protective? "Also, I think his boyfriend beats him," I whispered to Roger. 

"How would you know?" Roger asked amused. 

"He has a bruise with slashes in it in front of his ear. And when I asked him about the lucky man, he stuttered and covered the bruise. I think there is something wrong, don't you?" I whispered. 

Rog gasped and furrowed his brows. "I don't like where this is going."

"I don't either."

"Lets listen to him play, first." Rog suggested. Brian finished talking to him and sat down next to Roger and I. John took out his bass and begun to play 'Hey Jude' by the Beatles. Once he finished we clapped. Not because of the heck of it though, he was a master at bass. 

"Woooow," Roger said happily. "The other guys have some competition, huh?" 

John smiled. "Actually I was the only one out there!" he giggled. The three of us looked at eachother and grinned. "You're in!" Brian said. John squealed and broke out into a cute dance.

"You--John-- a dancer? Well, that was cute.." Rog mumbled. John turned a baby pink and grinned.

"I love to dance. That's why I go to clubs so often. They play good music and you get to dance without getting looks from hell." 

I smiled, so he likes clubs? I might be able to squeeze a night in my schedule..

Roger laughed, "I can definitely relate to that, my good Deaky."

"Where did y-you get that nickname from?" John stuttered.

"Ah, don't panic. Deacon-on=Deac. But that isn't catchy, so Deaky it is." He explained thoughtfully.

"Oh, okay." John sighed. 

"Why did you get all worked up, mate?" Rog asked nosily. Brian elbowed him in the arm-hard.

"B-Because my boyfriend calls me that sometimes. Also, can I trust you guys with a secret?"

"Of course," the three of us harmonized. 

"My boyfriend is..abusive." My fists tightened. 

"What is your boyfriend's name, darling?" I shakily asked.

"P-Paul Prenter."

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