The Fantastic Drowse (Maylor)

All Dead, All Dead

A/N:
This chapter involves cats by the way✌🏻
(the title itself is a bit of a warning, but nothing graphic, I promise)

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"You are an angel."

"Absolute godsend."

"Darling, you're my new favorite person- Sorry, Johnny, I love you too."

Brian chuckled, putting the last pancake on the place and passing it over to the three hungry boys.

"It's only pancakes." He rolled his eyes with a smile.

"Yes, darling, but we can't cook. Even Deaky! All he can make is cheese on toast. That's it." Freddie cut into the pancake and ate a piece. "Marvelous."

"I can't be mad, because it's true." John chuckled. "Thank you, Brian."

"You're welcome, Deaks." Brian smiled. "Anyone fancy some syru-"

Brian's offer was cut off my a loud, muffled moan coming from the smallest boy at the counter. Brian's eyes widened as his cheeks flushed.

"Rog?.. You alright, mate?" He asked, clearing his throat.

"Oh my god, Bri!" Roger moaned through the pancake in his mouth. "This shit is orgasmic!"

"I feel dirty..." John muttered, stuffing his face with pancake. All the while, Freddie was cackling with his head on the counter at Brian's flustered reaction.

"Rog, stop moaning..." Brian shifted uncomfortably, turning to put the pan in the sink.

"What? I was moaning?" Roger swallowed his pancake and tilted his head.

"You didn't notice?" John raised an eyebrow, turning to face the blushing boy.

"Loudly. You're bound to give Brian a bit of a problem. Hope you don't mind having sausage after breakfast." Freddie joked, earning a disgusted grunt from John.

"Sausage? Why would I have- ohmyfuckinggod! Freddie!!" Roger howled with laughter as Brian spat out his water into the sink, launching himself into a coughing fit.

"I don't have a prob-" Brian looked down to see that he did indeed have a bit of a problem, leading him to turn his back to his friends and bury his face in his hands.

"Oh, Bri, he's just teasing! Don't be upset." Brian heard Roger say before he felt a pair of small arms around him. It wasn't long before he heard a giggle in his ear. "Bri, do you have a boner?" He whispered, a breathless laugh escaping his lips.

"I'm sorry..." Brian groaned in embarrassment.

"It's okay, Brimi." Roger chuckled, pecking his cheek. "Just think about gross bald men and dead grandmas."

"My Grandma is dead- oh, shit." Brian muttered. "It worked..."

"You're welcome!" Roger said cheerfully, moving back to the counter to finish his pancake.

"Did you really have a bone-"

"Don't be gross, Freddie! I'm eating!" Roger yelled, sending a wink in Brian's direction. "Anyway, Bri and I are going on a date, so you're gonna have to haul ass out of here." He mumbled through the pancake in his mouth.

"Rog! Don't be rude!" Brian frowned. "At least not to Deaky."

"I'm a sensitive lad." John added, a disinterested tone to his voice.

"Alright, alright." Roger sighed. "Freddie, Deaky, it would be such a pleasure to myself and Brian if you would take your presence here and apply it elsewhere." He batted his eyelashes at the two boys innocently. "Right the fuck now... Please."