queen oneshots

j.d. | b.m.

a man walked down the dreary street, hands in pockets, head down as the last of the sun's rays slipped down the horizon. his skin-tight jeans rubbed more than a little uncomfortably on his long legs, and his shoes were quite damp, and were chaffing his feet. 

the street lamps finally buzzed on with an annoying *ping * as they normally did right about this time. 

he continued to walk along in silence, the only sounds emanating in the street was the faint buzz of the lamps and the squishy plodding of his shoes. 

the man turned onto a slightly darker street to his left, walked up to a small house, and swiftly searched through his pockets for his house key, for he had now arrived. 

after inserting the gold colored key into the key slot and turning it, he opened the door to the welcoming sight of home. his face twisted into a happy smile, and he walked in, removed his wet shoes, socks, and pants. 

"john!" a tall, curly haired man exclaimed, "you're home!" he rushed towards him and lifted him up in a big bear hug and kissed his cheek enthusiastically. 

"brian. you don't have to do this every time i come home. you know that right?" john returned the kiss, only on the taller man's lips. 

"mmh," brian groaned happily, "i know i don't have to. but i want to." he continued to kiss john all over his face, not missing a single spot, and soon they were both laughing. 

"you'd better not be up to that again," a high, raspy voice rang from the back of the small house. 

"roger's home," brian continued.

"i noticed," john pecked brian's lips once more, stroked his cheek, and left his embrace. "come to bed with me?" he asked. 

the taller man smiled and nodded, "yes. i'd like that very much." 

taking brian's hand, john led him up the stairs to their shared bedroom, and swiftly closed the door behind them to begin an evening of soft love-making.