Queen Oneshots!

He Talks To Angels(Frian)

So-I am very sorry about the last chapter (ew Paul) and I'm writing this while having a panic attack-so pls don't mind any grammar issues or repetition pls don't @me

Brian's P.O.V

I strummed Red roughly as Freddie pranced around the stage in those tight pants and suspenders. I tried not to make it obvious I was staring, but like the usual Roger noticed. He jerked his head over to where Freddie was and raised his eyebrows. I nodded, knowing what he was refering to. "Fat Bottomed girl, you make the rockin' world go round!" Freddie sang into the microphone smoothly. He danced around the stage while I did my solo-and he went up and began to circle around me; like a lion and it's prey. I blushed while trying to stay focused on my guitar notes as he winked at me and licked his lips. The crowd went wild as I finished my solo and began to take off my guitar and held it in the air. "Thank you everybody, Goodnight!" Freddie yelled into the mic. Roger got his drumsticks and left after Freddie, me, and Deaky. 

"That was amazing, guys!" Roger gushed at us. Freddie nodded and John jumped up and down. 

"My, my, my. How's my bouncy bassist doing?" Roger mumbled to Deaky-who blushed tremendously. "Y'know-if you want to bounce we can just go to the dressing room.." Roger whispered loud enough for us to hear. 

"Save it for the bedroom, you two." Freddie stated roughly. Roger grinned and Deaky hid his face in his hands. "Aw, is my Deaky a bottom?" Freddie asked in a baby voice.  Roger nodded, but John just looked down and blushed. Roger went up to him and whispered something inaudible in his ear, and made him (tried but failed) hold moans. 

"Brian? You've been terribly silent. What's wrong, darling?" Freddie asked me.

" I-uh- I'm kinda wound-up, if you know what I mean," I whispered to my crush. He didn't say anything for a bit, until he got it.

"Ohhhhhh, I can help you with that, love." He winked. Did he just wink? At me? N o  w a y.

"Freddie, can I talk to you in private?" I mumbled to him. 

"Of course, dear. Let's go!" he exclaimed the last part excitedly. Yep, that's my one-and-only Fred. I walked into the dressing room to find two men with each other. I gasped and closed the door before Freddie could see. 

"Not a good idea, Freddie." I said loudly. 

"Why not?" he inquired.

"Because. Roger and John..." I mumbled.

"Oh," he sighed. Then banged on the door. "You two! Stop it! This is our dressing room too, you know!!" He shouted.

The door opened to reveal John getting dressed and Roger red in the face. 

"I-I couldn't help myself," Roger mumbled. 

"Yeah right. 'I couldn't help myself.' You need to stop doing that to poor Johnny!" Freddie exclaimed making John blush heavily. 

"You two need to go in a minute. Me and Brian have to talk." Freddie said impatiently. The  couple got dressed and left quickly with their instruments.

"So, you're lacking, correct?" 

"Yes.."

"What do you want, darling?" 

"You." I panted.

The next couple paragraphs are my excuse for smut, I REALLY have no idea how to write it

He shoved me against the nearest wall and we commenced making-out. In the kiss, I opened my mouth partly and let his tongue explore my mouth. I gasped when he began to suck my bottom-lip and stroke the top with his tongue. It was very new to me, so I really didn't know what to do. It began to feel quite nice, and I moaned into his mouth. He pulled away slowly and smirked at me making me get a hard-on. He got on his knees in front of me and started teasing me..pulling down my zipper slowly and then with agonizing slow-motion speed, undoing my button. It was tearing me apart. 

"P-Please, Freddie." I groaned. He smiled and went slower.

"Please, who?" Freddie asked into my ear. What did he want me to call him? Once I realized I blushed more than what I was and did it.

"Please, s-sir." I mumbled. He smiled.

"Of course, baby." Freddie Mercury just called me baby?!

He undid the zipper completely and pulled my trousers down. My legs shook with anxiety that reminded me 'I am still a virgin+you have never done anything in your whole life.' My thoughts were cut off by a hand palming me through my boxers.

"Uhhh," I moaned anticipatedly. He slid his hand down my boxers and really started making me go crazy. He cupped his hands on me and began to play with my emotions.

"I want you to scream my name, baby." He rubbed his hand over some place, but it made me go mad. 

"Ugh, please s-sir!!" I screamed. He smirked and got up to look at the clock. 10:47. We were supposed to be at the bus at 10:50! He slid on a shirt and left. I whimpered at the loss and ended up having to finish myself off.

Yes  I know.I literally dont have any idea on how to portray smut in a book:(hg