𝗕𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗠𝗮𝘆'𝘀 𝗕𝗮𝗱 𝗛𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗗𝗮𝘆 (𝗤𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻/𝗖𝗕𝗙𝗗 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘆)

Roger To The Rescue / Fat Bottomed Sunflower Girl

Now while this story may seem silly and stupid, there will be some serious moments as well. And who knows, I might put in some smut between Roger and Brian 'cuz why the fuck not, am I right? ;) Also I don't know shit about CPR so I did my best.

Oh yeah and the second half of this chapter is Rated M for some uhhh...graphic sexual content I guess, I don't know. 😂

Enjoy. XD

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Roger swam downwards, his lungs burning as he pushed onward to get to Brian, determined to get him back to the surface so they could continue on with their journey to get the curly haired man home where he belonged. He didn't belong here in this other world. It was much too dangerous for him. He wasn't like any of the other creatures in this world, either. It made him wonder just how the hell Brian ended up here in the first place.

At last, the scarecrow reached Brian, and he grabbed onto him with both arms and swam upwards to the surface. He gasped and coughed as he came up for air, and swam for the ledge of the doorway with a limp Brian in his arms. He grunted, lifting the taller man up from the water and set him down on the dry ground before climbing out himself where he immediately began to slap at Brian's pale wet face to get him awake.

"Oi, come on now, wake up!" Roger pleads desperately. "Come on!"

His mind racing a million miles a second, Roger started pressing down on the curly haired guitarists chest in a series of fast compressions, but it didn't seem to be doing anything.

"Fuck, come on Brian, don't fucking do this to me now!" the scarecrow yells.

Bending down, he tipped Brian's head back and began to breathe into the other man's mouth, then started the fast compressions to his chest once more. "You're! Not! Fucking! Dead! Come on! Come on!" he grunts in between compressions.

He bent down again and pressed his mouth to Brian's, determined as hell to get this curly haired individual breathing again.

"Come on, goddammit!" he screeches. "Please!"

He continued mouth to mouth, the guitarists chest rising and falling with each breath Roger gave to him until Brian's eyes finally shot open, and he choked and spat up water.

"Bloody hell, yes!" the blonde haired scarecrow breathes out in relief as he turns Brian on his side and pats him on the back. "You're alright, yeah."

Brian gasped and coughed out the last of the water from his lungs. "What...what happened?" he asks in a hoarse voice, his throat burning from coughing so hard.

Roger leaned over him and pushed his curly wet locks from his face. "I thought you were dead."

"Yeah...I thought so, too," Brian says, looking around. "Where are we?"

"According to the arsehole bozos in the barn, this is the underground water reservoir for the farm," Roger explains to him. "Right now we're on the other side of the barn, this is just one of the entryways."

"Oh," is all Brian says as he slowly goes to sit up.

"Easy now," Roger says to him softly.

As Brian sat up, their gazes met and Roger took notice of the human's hazel eyes, something he had never noticed before, along with his handsome facial structure, and the smoothness of his skin on his young face.

"You alright?" Roger asks him, gently touching his cheek.

Brian nodded. "Yeah...thanks."

The scarecrow smiled at him and the guitarist looked away, suddenly taking notice of a change in the scarecrow's one hand that was still on his shoulder.