Bring It Back, Bring It Back

Moët & Chandon

We've been drinking for about another half-hour. I haven't seen Roger since he left to go bother Brian. As far as I know, Brian almost picked up a girl, but Rog probably ruined it for him. Deaky's just been drinking shot after shot of vodka ever since we had that conversation, if you can even call it that.

"Hey, John, you doing alright?"

"I-I'm fine."

"You don't look too happy. We're getting drunk, at least show a little spirit!"

"...I-I think I'm just gonna go home."

"What? Why?"

"I think I'm drunk enough to not remember anything. I'll pay for everyone's bill."

"No, you won't. We'll each pay for our own bills."

He puts two one-hundred-dollar bills down on the counter, right under my whiskey glass.

"I got your bill, now I'm going home."

"Wait! I-I'll walk you home. We can leave the car for Bri and Rog."

"Oh...okay."

We both hop out of or barstools.

"Do you think Rog will get scared when he finally realizes I'm gone?"

"He'll be fine. I'm sure he'll be fine with bothering Brian until they both pass out."

I grab my jacket and slip it on. Deaky does the same as well.

- - - - -

We finally get to Deaky's house after twenty minutes of walking in a cool August night. There's a light breeze hitting our faces. It's the perfect night to cuddle up with your partner and fall asleep in each other's arms. I would be doing that with Rog, but, you know, he's out drinking himself to death while I'm walking a friend home. A normal night for us, if I'm being honest.

"Deaky...do you have everything you need? Do you need me for anything?"

"Um...some company would be nice. I-I just get bored home alone."

"I'd love to spend some time with you."

We both quietly giggle. I happily trot inside. I hope Roger doesn't get too mad at me for leaving him there. I don't think I'd be able to pull him away from Bri if I tried.

I sit down on Deaky's couch. He hands me a glass of Moët and Chandon. He has a glass for himself too.

"More drinks?"

"It's not that much."

"I'm sure we'll have more than one glass."

He sits down as we're giggling.

"You're so drunk, Deaks."

"So are you."

He scoots closer to me. He tends to get sort of close to me whenever we're alone. He's closest to me, so that's probably why. He's been in the band for over a year, yet he barely talks to anyone except to me. I've noticed that both of us are usually in a better mood around each other, he gets quite giddy.

I enjoy how calm he is, he doesn't get into any fights. He doesn't throw anything like Roger does; he's not a perfectionist like me; he doesn't take forever to write his part like Brian. He's just...himself. He's never been able to get on anyone's nerves. He just plays his part. He doesn't bother us. He keeps us in check too. He makes sure we don't go insane. Well, more insane than we already are.

He clinks our glasses together before taking a sip of his Moët.

"What was that toast for?"

"For us not killing each other today."

I clink our glass together again and take a sip of my Moët. Our hangovers are gonna be so horrible tomorrow, but it'll be worth it. We can do some regrettable shit tonight, and hopefully we'll forget it by tomorrow.

John scoots even closer to me. He rests his head on my chest.

"D-Deaky?"

"I-I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"No no no, it's alright. I'm not uncomfortable."

I smile a bit. John always apologizes for no reason, I find it quite cute actually. I felt my face heat up. John took another sip from his glass.

"You know, you're very cute."

"W-What?"

"I think you're cute."

Johns face flushed red, he downed the rest of his glass. I could tell he wasn't used to compliments like that.

"You should see yourself, Fred."

"Oh?"

"Well for starters, you're gorgeous!"

John giggled a bit, I couldn't help but blush more! He sat up a bit and looked into my eyes, I stared into his greenish-grey eyes. A small smirk formed on his face.

"And your perfect, anyone would fall for you."

"Anyone..?"

"Yeah...even me..."

I thought I misheard him. Did he just admit to liking me? We stayed like that for a while, just staring into each other's eyes. I felt a sudden urge to kiss him, but I was in a relationship with Roger! John placed his glass on the coffee table, still looking into my eyes. I put my glass down as well, we both leaned forward until our faces were mere centimetres apart.

I could feel his warm breath against my lips. I knew I shouldn't, but I wanted him so bad. He placed a hand on my thigh, he leaned forward until our lips brushed together.

"W-We shouldn't..."

I pressed my lips against his, stopping him in the middle of his sentence. He quickly kissed back. It was like magic, his lips were soft and I could taste the faint bitterness of alcohol.

After a little while, I decided to go further. I ran my tongue over his bottom lip, his breath hitched at the sensation. I smirked and slipped my tongue into his mouth. He let out a small whimper, I felt a tightening in my trousers.

I put my hands on his waist and gently pull him towards me, he followed my hands that guided him into my lap. He was sat straddling me, I could feel that he was hard as well. We both pulled away for air.

"F-Freddie...we shouldn't, you're dating Roger."

"I know..."

He tried to pull away but I held onto him, he looked at me in confusion.

"Freddie..?"

"I know that I'm dating Roger but...but I want this..."

He looked into my eyes, he seemed nervous. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. Would things go further?

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