Love Is Real (Maylor)

For My love

July 19th 12:32am

Roger laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling. He couldn't sleep even though he had planned to wake up early to make breakfast for his boyfriends birthday.

He glanced at the clock and smiled. It's officially Brian's 27th birthday.

"Happy birthday, love." Roger said softly, kissing his nose.

Brian snored loudly in response.

"Old man." Roger chuckled and got up from the bed to get some water. As he was navigating through the dark room he slammed his foot into the leg of the bed.

"Oh, fuck me..." he groaned, biting back the pain as he sunk down to the ground.

"Not right now, Rog, I'm sleeping..." Brian mumbled into the pillow.

"Brian, what the fuck?" He stared down at his sleeping boyfriend.

Roger closed his eyes and began giggling to himself, soon he was in full on hysterics with tears running down his face as he gasped for breath.

Brian shot up and nearly fell off the bed to get to him and wrapped his arms around the blond. "It's okay, love, it's okay. Did you have another nightmare- Wait... are you laughing?" He pulled away to see Rogers face, which had the biggest smile on it.

"Happy birthday, Brimi." He grinned. "I think I broke my toe."

"Are you drunk?" Brian asked before kneeling down to examine is toe. He got up and came back with an alcohol pad and bandaid, fixing up the smaller mans toe.

"Drunk on love." Roger smirked, leaning down to kiss his partners lips.

"That doesn't make me think you're any more sober, Rog." Brian chuckled. "Why were you laughing so much?"

"I'm sober." Roger shook his head with a smile. "I hurt my toe and said 'fuck me' and you responded 'not right now, Rog, I'm sleeping' in your sleep." Roger said, imitating Brian's voice poorly.

Brian laughed and shook his head. "Maybe tonight?" He winked, causing a blush to come to Rogers face.

"You naughty boy!" Roger laughed. "I do have a surprise for you tonight, I think you'll really love it." He smiled sweetly at the man kneeling in front of him.

"Rog, I love anything from you." Brian smiled back, holding his hand gently.

"That's sweet, but you're a dirty liar." Roger smirked.

"Care to elaborate?"

"Do the words 'I'm in Love With My Car' ring a bell?" Roger crosses his arms.

"Really? The car song again?" Brian shook his head.

"You never asked what the metaphor was." Roger smirked even wider.

"Metaphor- no." Brian's eyes widened.

"You're my car." Roger gave him a goofy grin.

"I think that's the most romantic thing you've ever said to me." Brian said sarcastically, laughter bubbling in his chest.

"Wanna know what the grease gun is?" Rogers smirk returned to his face.

"It's not as subtle as you'd thing, Rog." Brian laughed, shaking his head. "Though, what's the disease, son?" Brian smirked.

"Oh, is love, Brimi." Roger fluttered his eyelashes as the taller man laughed.

"You're too much, Rog." Brian said, standing up from the floor.