In the midst of his late nights hard at work, sometimes Brian needs to look over at the cute blond sleeping in their bed (they stopped sleeping in their own beds a long time ago) to remember he ought to keep him company. So he puts his work away and climbs into bed to snuggle Roger, who curls up to him instantly.
I have saved this ask because I loved it and I was waiting for the right moment to write it. Now it has arrived, and I’m super excited! I hope you like it!
Also, I know you didn’t ask for it, but I also decided to include Autistic!Brian because I wanted to give @disabled-queen-hc a birtday present, so yeah! Happy birthday sweetie!
It’s not often that Brian lets himself get carried away by the work at hand.
Contrary to popular belief Brian is a man of habit. He was work hours, sleeping hours, and cuddling hours. An efficient time management system in which he has his time measured to the second, to be as efficient as possible.
It keeps him sane, keeps his work manageable, and keeps his (very needy) boyfriend (somewhat) happy.
But those nights in which he gets lost on one thing or the other, there is hardly anything that pulls him out of his trance. A trance which he finds himself in at the moment as he furiously scribbles down all possible lyrics that might go with a melody he has been working on for weeks.
They are leaving to Ridge Farm next week, and he wants to have his love ballad ready for the time they have to start recording. Partly because he is efficient, partly because he wants to have a perfect song, even if it takes them a million years to record.
Somewhere in the back of his head, he has the vague knowledge that Roger gave him a goodnight kiss a few hours before, and that the lingering feeling of Roger’s lips on his and the thumping of his heart gave him the last spark of inspiration needed for him to get on with the song. Which is now halfway done, and was tearing Brian apart.
A particularly loud clap of thunder made the lights flicker, and Roger stir in their bed. Brian turned at the small sound that escaped his boyfriend’s lips and felt his heart swell three sizes too big at the image of Roger. Hair surrounding his face like a halo, expression blissfully unaware of the world around him, and drool pooling at the corners of his mouth.
He feels the tell-tale signs of a happy squeal rising in his throat, and buries his head in his hands trying to calm himself down. It’s not often that Brian gets these moments to openly fawn and fangirl about his boyfriend without feeling self-conscious, but he is also extremely aware of the fact that there are three other people currently sleeping on their flat. He can’t possibly wake them up because he thought his boyfriend looked cute in the faint light of his work desk.
He looks up again and finds that this time the squeal is inevitable. He just can’t contain himself. It’s only after the feeling of overwhelming love calms down that Brian notices he had been shaking, little tremors which he had tried to leave behind when he turned eighteen. But sometimes the feeling was just too much to contain.
He gets up once he is calm enough to move, cleaning his desk up, getting into his comfortable pyjamas, and turning the light off. He climbs into bed seconds later and presses up to Roger.
It takes all of his strength not to squeal again, and instead, he wraps his arms around Roger and places a long kiss to the top of his head, “Sorry for taking so long.”
“‘s okay,” Roger mumbles into his chest, “I like it when you get so into your work.”
Thunder rumbles in the distance, but this time it’s barely an ambient noise and not a reason for distraction. Brian snuggles closer to Roger, “I love you more than I love work.”
Roger presses a kiss to his chest, “I love you more than I love work, too. But please, Brimi lets go to sleep.”
He doesn’t have to tell Brian twice.
