Save Me

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John pov
I was quite happy Freddie didn't remember the kiss because that would have been a very awkward situation.

I couldn't sleep last night, I kept thinking about that kiss. It felt good but I wasn't gay, no I just wasn't. I dated lots of women before. I was straight, Freddie was drunk and I just didn't want to hurt his feelings so that's why I kissed back. Yeah.

"Hey, deacy! Deacon!" Roger screamed from the kitchen. "Are you listening to me, grandpa?"

I stood up from the couch where I was still sitting. "Uh yeah. Yeah wassup?"

"Come help us unpack darling" Freddie went on while winking at me from the corner. My heart skipped a beat. Fuck. I fucking love him. Wait what? I shook head. Act normal you numpty. "I-I'm coming!" Fuck. I could've actually hit myself for stuttering at that moment. You Idiot.

I walked over to the kitchen to take one of the bags but Freddie also wanted to take that bag and our hands touched. "oh uh. You take that one Fred," I said blushing. I looked at my feet to hide my blush, but when I looked down I saw I enjoyed his touch a bit too much and tried to hide the evidence by moving I bit closer to the counter. Fuck, I got a damn boner because of Freddie!

"Okay, darling." He smiled and took the bag to unpack as if nothing happened. Pfew! I was save.

But when I saw Brian and Roger looking at me and then at each other and then at me again I knew I was fucked. "I'm going to the bathroom real quick," I said and ran to the bathroom. I locked the door and cleaned my face.

Fuck deacon! What an idiot are you. What the fuck is going on. Why can't you just act normal? It was one bloody kiss. You've done that before, and they all meant nothing really, so why would this one be any different.

The other kisses were with women though. And this one with a man.

Was I gay?