Secrets; Maylor

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A/N: Hi folks, an important little message here! This story is in fact set in 1976, just thought I should mention incase of any confusion. However, Roger looks like him in the early 80's. Thanks, loveys. :)

Brian

"Mum, I'm home!" I said, walking through the kitchen in a rush to find her.

"Hi, my love. I just made you a sandwich." She smiled, giving me a peanut butter sandwich on wholemeal bread.

"Thank you. Goodness, I'm starving. The food at school was so, so bad today. I swear its just getting more disgusting. I think I'll start to bring my own lunch." I sat at the dining room table which was opposite of the kitchen.

"Oh, yes! YES! I'll make you those cute, little vegan sausage rolls you love so much!" She laughed and clapped around the kitchen which made me chuckle. "Don't forget we have church on Sunday."

"We have church every Sunday?" I said in confusion.

"Yes, dear, but, we have that party to host. I'll need you and your father to come along and look after some of the activities for me." I rolled my eyes with a loud groan, "Oh! Don't be like that! It'll be fun." She ran over to me and planted a soft kiss on my forehead before walking away and heading towards the living room.

I munched on my sandwich before heading up to my room. Walking past my bedroom dresser, I gave a sympathetic look to the man in my photo frame. His long, brunette, fluffy hair, and happy little smile. He was so happy that day. I remember whipping out my polaroid and telling him to do some stupid pose.

Flashback*

"Is that your new camera!?" He exclaimed, carefully taking the box, and sitting on my galaxy duvet. I nodded excitedly, jumping on the bed next to him. He opened it up, beginning to gawk at the thing. It was white with a rainbow through the middle, avoiding the lens. He twirled it in his hands, looking at all the details, "Bitchin'! Have you took any pictures with it yet?"

"Not yet- Wait! Let me take a photo of you!"

"Ooh, yes! Do you have any John Lennon glasses?" I ran to my mum's room in an instant to find her yellow-blue, round glasses.

"Here." He took the glasses from me and began to strike various poses in the mirror.

"Wait, I actually look like John Lennon." He laughed. His hair the same style, and an outfit consisting of a black turtle neck with some bellbottoms. I began to cackle at his image.

"Well, your name is John."

I grabbed the camera from my bed, and waited for him to make a stance he was happy with. Eventually, he did a simple peace sign with his fingers, holding a genuine smile as he was actually laughing his guts out (as was I). I snapped the shot with a flash, and the two of us waited patiently. 

"Hey, Bri?"

"Yeah?" I twisted my head.

"Happy sixteenth." He smiled, giving me a hug. I was caught off guard but ended up easing back into the warm embrace.

"Thanks, Deaky. Hey, let's see if the photos' ready!" I ran over to my desk, seeing one of the most happiest photos, I've ever laid eyes on.

"I'm a goof." He giggled behind me. But, all I could do was stare at it which was pretty weird for him being my best friend. I just found it such a nice picture.

"I'm framing this." I smiled, John looking over my shoulder again.

"I'm just too photogenic." He sighed dramatically, pulling a deck of cards out, "Kay' lets play!"

"Are you okay, Brian?" My father asked, standing outside of my door. I quickly wiped my wet eyes even though he knew I was upset- and I knew that he knew too. I weakly smiled with a nod, turning away and pretending to do something. "Is it John?"

I nodded as tears violently fell, though he couldn't see me now that my back faced him. I nodded once again, keeping quiet incase my voice was wobbly.

"You took your Farrah Fawcett poster down?" I stared at the corner of my room, staring at what he was talking about.

"Yeah, I-I didn't like it much."

"Why not? Is something wrong with her-"

"Just, shut up!" I yelled. The room quickly fell silent but, I could still sense his presence, "I need some time alone, please."

"Alright, son." He shut the door as he left, being rather kind. I bursted into tears, slowly sitting down, putting my head in my hands timidly. I wasn't even afraid if I was crying loud or not- I didn't care if my parents heard. I just needed to cry.

I sprawled my legs out across my bed, lying on my stomach, still crying. I wanted to distract myself. I needed a distraction. I just hated being miserable- I may be depressed but, I do try to avoid it. Very slowly I began to rock my hips against my bed, letting out a small moan. I didn't even know who or what to think about, so I just thought of the first thing that came to mind.

"My Taylor." I moaned, quietly, "You're so hot." I thrusted my hips faster, imagining my cock deep inside of him, pounding him so hard that it made me the dominant one. I was the one controlling everything for once. I never was dominant until now. "Just like that." My voice dragged out as I pretended he yelped in pleasure.

Not long after, I came in my pants, quickly. My whole body stuttered as I let out a pleasurable moan. After I came down from my high, I stood up and looked in my bedroom mirror. Of course there was a small, little, wet patch showing through my jeans. I sighed loudly before grabbing my towel and getting ready for a shower.

Who knew I would think of my english teacher like that when he wore those horrible, green pants.