Lover || Roger Taylor x Reader

Chapter Twelve

Author's Note: Wow, going back and editing this thing a couple of months has really shown me how much I've grown as a writer compared to when I started writing this back in, I guess it was April or maybe June? I don't even remember. Can't believe it's been that long! Even though now I see it as not my best work, I am so glad that I stuck it out and finished it. Thank you to those of you who stuck by me and supported me and gave me feedback on this fic. Thank you for enjoying my work and urging me not to give up on writing. It's always bittersweet whenever a story comes to an end, but there's always something better around the corner. Also, there is a sequel to this story which will follow the development of the main character's relationship with Brian as well as take care of some unfinished business from this story. Hope you all decide to give that a read as well! It is called "Planetary" and is also available here on Wattpad. So without further ado, please enjoy chapter twelve, the last chapter of Lover! <3

"Wakey wakey, love birds! God knows I've got no desire to know the atrocities that took place on the sofa last night."

You and Brian jumped at the same time, shocked and surprised by the sudden noise in the room just as the lights were flicked on in succession. You groaned and pressed your face against Brian's neck to block out the light. You were pissed at the intrusion, but you really couldn't expect much privacy while the pair of you were piled up on the living room couch.

Brian blinked sleepily at Freddie and rubbed his tired eyes, "sleep. Sleep happened," he said in monotone, "leave us alone. There's food in the kitchen. Heat it up yourself. G-Going back to bed..." You moan adorably and rest your hand on Brian's chest as the guitarist nuzzles you.

Freddie and John are both watching, warily observing the interactions between you and Brian like they weren't entirely sure how to react. After all, you'd been with Roger only the day before. How could you get so close to Brian in a matter of hours? What the two of them didn't know was how badly you'd been wanting to hold each other for a long time. And even more, despite Freddie's taunts, he had no idea that the two of you had even kissed yet.

"Little one?" You were gently roused from your slumber by Brian's gentle tone.

"Y-Yes?" You pressed closer. His solid body was so warm and you didn't have a blanket.

"Want to come to my bed? It would be much more comfortable..."

You could tell he was having trouble, mumbling his words as sleep threatened to take over. He was exhausted. Worn out from the night before. You didn't have the heart to make him get up. You shook your head, "no Bri. Let's just sleep a while longer."

You sat up just enough and pushed on Brian's shoulders, having him lie flat on his back. You crawled on top of him and felt his arms come around you as you settled into your new spot. A moan was pushed out of him and you smiled, "comfortable?"

Brian nodded, "very." His eyes were closed; he was just distantly aware of John and Freddie's presence still occupying the room.

But he was even more aware of the little kisses you were giving his neck. He was so touch-starved; he could feel his cock already starting to stiffen. He swallowed thickly and forced the thoughts down. He couldn't bare to ruin this moment by spooking you. You were delicate in his eyes and he didn't want you to start feeling uncomfortable with him for any reason. He shifted under you slightly, making sure you couldn't feel anything from where you were laying. He bared his neck a little, silently urging for more kisses. You happily obliged.

John was practically pushing Freddie from the room. The singer had been eagerly watching this rather intimate display, but John had become the voice of reason and couldn't let this go on any longer. He shoved Freddie into the kitchen, "sometimes, you're sick, Fred," John whispered bitterly, "you know that?"