Roger Taylor and Brian May have been bandmates since 1968. They considered it a miracle they got together in 1972. What they didn't know was that the real miracle would come a couple of years later.
Started: 8/05/2020
Finished: 1/13/2021
I woke up to the most beautiful sight. My boyfriend had somehow made his way on top of me and was snoring softly. I continued to watch him sleep until he stirred and woke up.
"Morning, Angel."
"Good morning Brimi."
We lazily kissed for a few minutes before pulling away. I got up to use the bathroom, and after I came out Roger went in. I pulled on my shirt and walked out to the kitchen. Freddie and John were already sitting there.
"Morning, Bri!", Freddie said cheerfully.
"Morning.", I replied. Freddie and John looked like they were ready to burst, and I didn't know why. "What are you two snickering about?", I asked.
"Brian darling, we need to ask you about the strange noises coming from your room last night."
"Huh?" Then it hit me. They had heard Roger and I... doing the do. "You mean, we were that loud?", I asked. There was no point in denying it was us.
"More like Roger was that loud.", Deacy chimed in. "Why do you think we have him do the high notes?"
Freddie and John burst out laughing, while I just stood there with embarrassment.
"What's so funny?", a familiar raspy voice spoke. I turned around to see Roger walking towards us with furrowed eyebrows.
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"We were just reminiscing about your fabulous high notes last night darling! You've already given me inspiration for our next album.", Freddie smugly remarked.
"What do you mean Fred?", Rog asked.
"He knows about us babe.", I answered before our lead singer could.
"We need all the details!", John said.
Roger formed a smug grin on his face and started to expose our entire love life to our bandmates. ~ Later that night
"So I guess we've been exposed huh?", I remarked to my boyfriend.
"At least we're out of the closet in our own flat. When are we going to let our parents know?", Roger asked me.
I froze. I hadn't even thought about that. I guess we would have to tell them at some point.
"I guess it's time we man up and let them know. We can't keep this secret from them forever.", I said.
"You're right Bri. I think my mom will be fine with us, but my dad...", he trailed off. I knew why he was hesitant. He had told me earlier in our relationship that he was abused by his dad as a kid. My poor baby. I hugged him to my chest.
"I'll be by your side the entire time baby. If he tries to hurt you, he'll have to go through me."
