Queen oneshots

Intruder : Dealor

Roger laid in bed, his droopy eyes scanning over the pages of his favourite magazine. His boyfriend was curled up next to him, peacefully sleeping, his arms wrapped around Roger's body. He envied John, he wanted to be asleep but his body wouldn't allow it, so he just continued to read.

He was reading a page on The Who when he heard something unusual, it sounded as if someone was moving around the house. He heard floorboards creaking and occasional soft banging noises. He listen for a while longer by heard no more sound so decided to dismiss it and continue to read, but then again moving sounds rung through the house.

Fear pricked up inside him as his breaths hitched and heartbeat got faster, he shook the sleeping body beside him awake.

"John! John wake up!" Roger whispered hastily,

"W-what the fuck Rog?" John groaned sitting up.

"Someone is in our fucking house!"

"What?!" John said a bit too loudly, making Roger shush him.

"Shut the fuck up! If they hear that we are awake they might kill us!!" The blonde scolded his boyfriend.

John did say anything but looked down sadly, not meeting Roger's eyes, "Oh babe I'm sorry! I just don't want to die." Roger apologised taking John in for a caring embrace.

"I don't like it when you shout at me." John sulked, not hugging his boyfriend back.

"I know I'm sorry! Please just look at me, come on I didn't mean to." Roger pleased lifting Johns chin so their eyes met.

Johns face softened a bit and took Roger's hands in his placing a small kiss on his lips, "sorry I'm just tired, you know I get sensitive when I'm tired."

"It's fine gorgeous, but we have a bit of a situation." The drummer reminded him, of the reason he woke him in the first place.

"Shit yeah."

"Come on, let's go have a look." Roger suggested climbing out from under the bed sheets.

"What?! Are you insane? Why the fuck would we 'go have a look' do you have a death wish of something Taylor?"

"Oh so you can shout at me but I can't at you hmm don't see how that's fair. And we have to look, we are practically saying come get us if we stay cooped all up in one place. If we get to the kitchen we can get knives!" The drummer explained taking Johns arm and practically dragging him out of bed.

The two young men slowly crept out of the room both clutching onto each other as tightly as they could. Roger had his arm wrapped securely around his boyfriend's waist pulling their sides together, and johns arms where wrapped around Roger's stomach. With his free hand Roger held out a hairbrush and gripping it like a bat.

"Babe, what exactly are you gunna do with that?" John whispered.

"Umm I don't know, like hit him."

"Okay babe." The taller boy nodded, knowing that the hairbrush wouldn't help them in anyway.

The couple walked down the stairs treading as lightly as they could as they did so, occasionally muttering swears when one of the stairs made a sound.

As they reached the bottom of the stairs they peered around the bottom floor and saw that the kitchen light was on, even though John had turned it off before he went up to bed. There was someone in there and making a lot of noise.