From 1984 // Queen ✔️

Chapter 45: Bring us back!

Do people still read this book?

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The first thing Brian saw while waking up was Roger's sleeping position. He was almost at a spread-eagle position, leaving Brian some small space. Nothing to cover him, not even the blanket they shared.

Just Roger and his underwear.

Brian shook his head in disappointment, and perked his head up to check on the other bed where the lovebirds are sleeping. Their confession about the both of them being in love with each other really shocked him, but he sighed. Who was he to stand between the lovers? They were adorable together.

He can't think clearly now since he remembered that was sleeping on his stomach while almost spread eagle. His butt was like... just right there, only covered by the fabric of his underwear. Brian reluctantly and slowly covered Roger's lower body with a blanket.

"Were you just looking at Roger's butt, Brian?" John raised his eyebrow at the older man. Brian swore his heart just stopped beating for like a second there, and he went pale as paper.

"D-Deaky! I thought you were sleeping, mate!" Brian quickly stood up, and cleared his throat.

"I did, until I see you gazing at his-" Brian glared at John, his eyes telling him to stop talking.

John rolled his eyes, "Come on, Bri. I've seen how you look at him. Why don't you tell him what you feel? It shouldn't be that hard since I've seen how Roger looks at you too..." he spoke in a hushed voice and gave Brian a reassuring smile.

Roger, who was awake the whole time heard the whole conversation. It was just like Brian's dream, but it was ironic. Brian was supposed to be the one who heard Roger fancying him. It was just the opposite. Now, Roger wanted to do was jump on to Brian and kiss him all over and-

"I can't... I just can't, Deaks. It's too complicated."

There was silence, then Brian spoke again.

"This conversation never happened, Deaks. Don't you dare tell anyone. Even your lover boy."

"Alright, Brian..."

But John was too stubborn. He'd tell Freddie when they're alone. Which made him slightly guilty that he'd betray Brian's trust. Roger pretended on sleeping, while deeply breathing and closing his eyes. His breathing helped him from just standing on his bed and jump from being so happy.

"Well, I'm gonna go and wake lover boy then." John said. Then, suddenly Freddie sat up, scaring John.

"Don't bother, dear. I'm fully awake!" He exclaimed.

"You scared me, Fred!"

"Aw, Deaks. I'm so sorry. Come here," Freddie stood and outstretched both of his arms, welcoming John into a hug. After the hug, Freddie threw a pillow at Brian.

"What was that for, Fred?" Brian sighed, as he tossed the pillow back at Freddie.

"I heard the conversation, you twat!" Freddie giggled, until it became a full hysterical laugh that he had to cover his mouth with a pillow, so Roger doesn't wake up.

"Oh, sod off, Freddie..." Brian blushed, shifting his weight from foot to the other.

After minutes of long banter caused by the three men, the drummer decided to stop the act. Well, he stopped acting when he accidentally fell asleep again. He heard the part where Brian actually fancied him.

He sat up, and ruffled his hair. His waiter uniform from last night had dried up. He was thinking of wearing it again, since he left his clothes at the club, well they all did.

"Hey, sleep well?" Brian sat at the edge of the bed, and warmly smiled at him. Roger smiler back,

"Yeah, pretty well, actually. Dreamt of cars, y'know. It's been awhile since I drove one!" Roger groaned, and Brian chuckled.

"You did ride old John's car though, back in 2018..."

"Oh, yeah! I gotta say the steering wheel was...damn, how could I describe it? Well, all I could say it was made in heaven." Roger sighed dreamily, and Brian was a little weirded out.

"The car itself was so much better than cars today!"

"You're just seriously obsessed with cars, that I don't think you can get any help-"

Then Brian was interrupted by the sound of somebody groaning, coming from the bathroom.

Oh, Brian thought. That escalated quickly, I mean- are they using protection?!

"Oi! Keep it down, you horny bastards!" Roger yelled. "We're having a conversation here!"

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Few hours have passed, they decided it'll be the time to go back to 1984. The journey itself was chaotic and all, but they were f*cking dying to go back to normal and everything.

"Roger? You still have that clicky-thingy to bring us back?" Freddie asked. They all wore the uniforms from last night, which they despised, since they left their clothes.

Roger rolled his eyes, "Of course, I do." His hands travelled to the pocket of his pants, but then he realized,

It wasn't there. The device was in the pocket of his other pants back in Kensington.

"Oh, sh*t." Roger whispered, barely inaudible. He could tell his was pale as paper, without even looking at a mirror.

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Heyyy, so sorry for you guys waiting for like a week.  I dont even want to say ALl Of My ruBbIsh ExCuSeS

and i may have ran out of queen gifs so.. (I hOpe tHe GiF LoAdS)