Lover || Roger Taylor x Reader

Chapter Ten

You blinked, bleary-eyed in the warm sunlight that filtered in in golden bars across the white tangle of crisp bedsheets. You had somehow gotten yourself behind Brian rather than in front of him and you nosed through his curls, nuzzling your face into his fluffy cloud of soft locks. You jumped.

Nearly sitting straight up in the unfamiliar bed, you cried out harshly and flinched away from Brian's body as if you'd been burned, "w-wha..?"

Brian must've heard you. He turned over and draped an arm over your torso, pulling you back down beside him. You squeaked and tried to struggle away from him but to no avail. Brian was much stronger than you, even in his sleep. The more you struggled, the tighter he held on. By the time you'd run out of breath from squirming and were lying there on your back panting, Brian's legs were tangled up with yours as well as his arms were around your shoulders.

How had this happened? The last thing you'd expected to wake up to was Brian May, of all people, aggressively cuddling you. It had frightened you at first. You'd been so caught off guard by it. But now, the fear in the pit of your stomach stemmed solely from the fact that it was daylight and that meant that any minute now, Roger would rouse himself from the blanket palette in the living room and find you not beside him. He'd come looking for you. And he'd find you snuggled up with the guitarist in his warm bed tucked under the plush blankets.

Brian's warmth made you moan. He was so comfortable; he was thin and lanky but warm, with just a touch of softness around his mid-section. You could tell he must've been working on his baking for a bit longer than just this week. He finally had some meat on his bones, so to speak. Looking at him fully-clothed, you might never have known. But Brian didn't sleep with too many clothes on. Come to find out, he didn't wear pants to bed. Only underwear. The tops of his thighs were a touch more pudgy than what you'd considered normal for him, though you couldn't say you'd really known what Brian's normal weight was. You idly brushed a hand over his stomach which was soft and doughy due to its emptiness. You nuzzled him and gave him the gentlest kiss on the tip of his nose.

His nose crinkled and all of a sudden, he sneezed. The loud sound made you jump but then you let out a little laugh, "Bri!"

One of Brian's eyes cracked open and he squinted at you in the light. Memories of the night before came flooding back and the guitarist's eyes opened wide, "w-what happened?"

He honestly didn't remember? Your brows knitted together in confusion, "you don't remember? Brian..."

"I was tired. Haven't been sleeping, actually..." he was dazed as he ran his fingers through his mop of messy curls, "it's been a few days since I've gotten a decent night's rest."

You nodded. How could you have been so stupid? You knew Brian drank, but he wouldn't have been so stupid as to mess with you while he was drunk. Brian wasn't sloppy like that. Or was he? You didn't exactly know the kinds of things he got up to when he was feeling naughty. Brian never showed that side of himself to you.

A soft blush had appeared on his cheeks when he asked suddenly, "w-we didn't...?"

It took a bit more elaboration for you to get the hint but when you realized what he was asking you vehemently shook your head, "no no no! No of course not!"

You looked away, red hot embarrassment flooding your cheeks. You would never do...that with Brian. But the more you looked at him, the more your finality on that statement began to fade. Brian was, well, Brian. He was so, incredibly Brian that it was starting to make your heart pound.

Oh no. Oh fuck. No. You kept your head down as you sat there in silence. You didn't want to hear his voice. In this position you couldn't see him and you thought it best to pretend that he wasn't even still in the room with you. You DID NOT like Brian May. No. You couldn't. What the hell was wrong with you? First Freddie and now this? You thought Roger would have reacted more aggressively against this one and therefore he could never know about last night. Perhaps you could get back downstairs and snuggled up against him before he woke up. Ideas and plans ran through your mind of how you could conceal your and Brian's night together, but those thoughts were cut short when the guitarist snatched you up.