Sleepless In London (Maylor)

Baby, It's Cold Outside

AUTHORS NOTE:
I had to add this picture bc           they all look so precious!
Anyway, carry on!
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Fumbling a bit with the lock, Roger pushed open the door gently before creeping inside and putting his keys in the bowl. He gave Brian a small smile as he hung up the borrowed coat.

"Is earl grey alright?" Roger asked quietly, making his way to the kitchen and turning on the light. He quickly turned the dimmer down so the room was now a soft glow.

"Yes, that's perfect." He smiled, eyes traveling to a sleeping figure on the couch. He frowned a bit when he realized it was a woman.

"What? Oh, that's my sister. She always passes out on the couch. She likes to wait up for me, but one glass of wine and she's out like a light." Roger chuckled, turning the kettle on and getting two mugs out.

Brian let out a small chuckle, gaze still lingering on the sleeping figure. It was so strange how much they looked alike.

"Bri? Are you going to keep staring at my sister like a creep?" Roger raised an eyebrow, amusement in his tone.

"Right, sorry. You just- Are you twins?" Brian asked, looking back at him.

"Huh? No, no. I'm a year older. We get that a lot though." He shrugged, relieved that Brian wasn't actually checking out his little sister. "I thought you were going to ask if she were single or some shit." Roger chuckled, leaning against the counter.

"No, no! Of course not!" Brian blushed, putting his hands up in defense.

"I've had a lot of friends do it before. I just tell them to fuck off." Roger shrugged, taking the kettle off the burner before it screamed and pouring the hot water into the cups.

"One sugar, please." He said when Roger motioned to the sugar. "That's understandable. I'm sure I'd feel the same if I had a sister."

"Milk?" Roger asked before nodding. "My friends aren't good enough for her is all. They're all pricks."

"Just a splash, thanks." Brian accepted his cup with a small smile before it fell. "Then why are you friends with them?" He didn't mean to pry, but curiosity got the best of him.

"I... well, I don't know." Roger sighed, taking a sip of his own tea. The too-sweet liquid calming his nerves a bit. "I mean, they're just people I hang out with when I don't want to be alone, I guess." Carefully avoiding his eyes, Roger stares down at his mug, picking at the paint chipping off the exterior.

"You deserve better." The comment was casual, but it made Rogers eyes shoot up to Brian. The wide and innocent eyes held disbelief. Brian couldn't believe that this was the same guy that same in today with the confident smile and charismatic winks.

"It's whatever. I don't hang around them much anymore. Clare hates them." Roger shrugged it off, clearing his throat and sipping his tea again.

"Hey, Rog?" He spoke softly, eyes watching the blond from across the counter.

"Yeah?"

"I'm glad you auditioned." The sincerity in Brian's voice brought a smile to his face.

"Yeah, me too, Bri."

They ended up talking for two hours, laughing and joking around. Roger felt like he'd known him for years, rather than just a day. The connection was clear, and it silently drew both of them in.

After their tea was finished, though one cup turned to three, Brian grabbed his coat off the hook and put it on. "Thanks for the tea. I'll see you Monday?"