Announcing Breaky Week! A week to celebrate this pairing that gets less attention but certainly deserves our love. From November 11-17. I have some prompts for each day that you can follow, or you can do whatever. Moodboards, art, fic, all is great. There will be a collection on AO3 for the fics. Enjoy and let me know if you have any questions!
- does my baby need more?...- he asked - or are you finally going to be a good boy for me? -
His voice with just an hint of sarcasm, he knew how the other one liked to be teased this way, he loved it, way too much.
It all started one morning, with their usual bickering that regularly happened from a month or so; with other people they seemed to despise each other but within closed doors it was another story, a completely different one.
- ....i, yes, need more - the other tried to answer - please, more... Sir -
- ooh... you're so cute when you beg, you know that? - the younger said, lightly caressing the oldest cheek with his thumb.
- but ..- he spoke again - you've been really bratty today, i really don't know if you deserve something, left alone a punishment - slightly moving away from the other still kneeled at his feet.
- ..no, please....i'll be good, i swear...i - now completely flustered - i.... -
- you what? oh, tell me pretty boy, how are you going to be good to me ? - the other retorted, openly mocking him.
- ...i ..i want to be used, Sir! Whatever you like, u..use me - he answered, stuttering a bit, face still down.
- oh, my baby wants to be what now? Do you really think that you can decide anything ? - the younger said, amused by the unexpected behaviour.
- i didn't.....i - the other tried to reply, looking up at his Master...
- you're lucky that you're cute and i like you, my love - he stopped him - now, be good for me and stay still, will you? - he ordered, now his voice gentle but firm.
Nobody would have expected this, nobody suspected anything...let alone the youngest to be like this or that the oldest, that seemed so sure, to be so submissive.
It was their private life and they both loved every second of it.
- t..thank you, Sir - was the oldest only reply.
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Well this was short i know, but there will be more ❤
summary: Brian is a fucking vision, kneeling there naked on the floor of their bedroom, looking up at him with doe eyes and red, spit-slick lips. He’s so hard, just from sucking John off, his cock red and leaking between his legs, and when John leans down to kiss him Brian moans softly against his lips, a needy and pitiful little thing.
“Sir...” he breathes when John pulls away. “Can I… I need to come, sir,” he whispers. “Please, can I come?”
John searches his face for a long moment. “Not yet,” he says.
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Or, Brian loves to be told no. John loves to be the one to tell him.
A/N: Getting started with Breaky week (Finally!) Written for the prompts Ridge Farm and Spanking ;) @painkiller80
Can also be read on AO3.
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Ridge Farm was beautiful and exactly what they needed to record their album. Far away from any distractions the city offered and with only the animals on the farm as company aside from the few people for the sound crew they had brought. All in all, it was perfect.
Except Brian hated it.
At first, he had been glad to have the room he had gotten. It wasn’t as big as Freddie’s but it was big enough and he was way better off than Deaky, who could barely extend his arms without grazing the walls. But then he went to bed and his bed proved to be the noisiest thing ever. He couldn’t even breathe without having the bed creak ever so softly. So he opted to just lay stiffly on top of the mattress, hoping he would fall asleep eventually but every time he was close to dozing off, he shifted involuntarily and the creaking woke him up again.
Brian was in agony.
He was tired. They had only been here for three days and it started to wear down on him. He maybe got three hours of sleep in and it made him cranky and gloomy. He had never been a morning person and the more sleep he got, the better. It just didn’t seem like it was happening for him.
With an annoyed sigh, Brian got up. The bed creaked loudly and he flinched at the sound. He put his slippers on and quietly slipped out of his room. It was cold and he kind of regretted not putting on a long-sleeved shirt but he didn’t want to go back and search for one right now so he just went downstairs.
The kitchen was dark and he had to blink several times when he turned on the light. The clock told him it was three in the morning and Brian groaned softly. MAybe some tea would help.
Going through the cabinets, he found some chamomile tea and set up the kettle for some hot water. He didn’t want to wake anyone so he waited anxiously to get it before the whistle got too loud. The tea wasn’t really great- he didn’t want to know how long it had been here already- but he drank it anyway because he couldn’t do much else, really.
Of course the tea didn’t occupy him for very long and he sighed. He was so tired, his brain felt all fuzzy and heavy and he wanted to do nothing more but go to sleep but he just couldn’t. Brian groaned and rubbed his face. He pushed his cup away and slumped forward, resting his head on his arms.
A hand on his shoulder made him jump and a sharp pain in his neck caused him to groan loudly. He blinked against the daylight flooding the room, realizing he had fallen asleep at the table.
“Did you fall asleeps here?”
John was standing over him, looking slightly concerned but mostly confused. Brian let out a pained groan and got up to stretch himself, his whole body feeling stiff and sore.
“Yeah, looks like it. What time is it?”
“Just past seven. Do you want some coffee? Maybe breakfast?”
Brian nodded slowly, wincing at his sore neck. John shot him a look but slipped past him into the kitchen, turned off the light he had forgotten and started making some coffee, rummaging through the fridge and cabinet to find out what they had on food.
“Why were you sleeping here anyway?”
John looked back at him over his shoulder as he cracked a couple of eggs into a pan. He was still in pajamas- probably hadn’t expected anyone else in the kitchen at this time- and his hair was messy. Brian’s eyes lingered just a moment too long on his ass to be considered appropriate but thankfully, the bassist didn’t seem to notice.
“Couldn’t sleep in my bed. It’s bloody creaky and I can’t even breathe without it being fucking noisy.”
John’s legs have always been very distracting to Brian and nothing seemed to help with that. No matter what he was wearing, his legs and ass looked amazing in it. The pajama pants were no different. They weren’t tight as his usual pants but Brian didn’t have to see his legs to know how great they looked and they were comfy looking and it made him want to just get up and hug him from behind and kiss his cheek.
His little crush that had started when John joined the band had grown wildly out of hand.
“Oh, that sounds awful.”
Brian hummed quietly and sat back down, resting his head on his fist. John turned on the radio, humming softly to the song that was playing, his head bopping along to the beat. Brian sighed, letting his eyes fall shut and just enjoyed the moment. He was still awfully tired and now he had a muscle ache but he didn’t have to do anything just yet and could stay relaxed for a little while longer.
John put a plate full of scrambled eggs in front of him along with a cup of coffee.
“Thanks, Deaky.”
They ate in silence, both not feeling the need to fill the room with pointless chatter. It was one of the things that had made him fall for John in the first place. Getting comfortable around John had been so easy for Brian and he had barely noticed how he started developing feelings for the younger man. It had come as a surprise to even himself. Looking back, it made much more sense but his first reaction had been confusion.
The other inhabitants of the farm started waking up just as they finished their breakfast. Brian insisted on doing the dishes because John had made the food and he did protest but Brian wouldn’t let him, only relenting when he offered to do the drying.
“Good morning, darlings! Are you ready to make an album?”
Freddie came in the room, already fully dressed and ready to start out with his day. He took the leftover coffee for himself, leaving it to Roger who also made it into the kitchen to make a new pot much to the blond’s charging.
“Morning.” He greeted them. “Who drank all the bloody coffee?”
He got a jumbled mess of answers back, varying from ‘Good Mornings’ to ‘You should have gotten up earlier if you wanted coffee’ and Roger flipped them off good-naturedly, setting up a fresh pot.
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Brian crashed in the afternoon. Breakfast and recording had kept him going until lunch and then lunch helped him getting his energy up for a couple of more hours but after another recording session, he had enough. He was tired and could feel a headache coming.
He was slumped in the armchair, leaning his head against the backrest and squeezed his eyes shut because the light was starting to bothering him.
Freddie and Roger where talking about a part of Freddie’s song but Brian had stopped listening a while ago. John had gotten his hand on Brian’s notes to the bass part of his song and was working on how to make it better.
It was quite loud in the room which didn’t make it better and Brian really wanted to sleep.
“Are you doing okay?”
John’s voice brought him back and he slowly opened his eyes to see him leaning towards him, a frown on his face. He shook his head meekly.
“Go and take a nap, then. I think we’ll be fine without you, today.”
Brian hesitated for a moment, not wanting to just bail on them but his head was pounding and he desperately wanted to get a little bit of rest. He got up, squeezing John’s shoulder in passing and excused himself to Freddie and Roger and left the studio.
It was a lot colder outside and he hurried back to the farm house. His bed wasn’t an option for obvious reasons and so he went to the sofa in the living room, grabbing a quilt. He was too tall for it, though, so he had to curl up tightly, punching a pillow in shape and closed his eyes.
Despite being tired, sleep didn’t want to come and Brian resigned himself to suffering for the length of their stay. Maybe they could find a new place to sleep for him or maybe there was an air mattress around somewhere he could use. He would probably don’t fit it either but it would be more comfortable than the sofa, at least.
He didn’t manage to sleep but he managed to doze until the other three took a break from recording, too. When he sat up, he felt not rested at all despite lying on the sofa for at least a couple of hours.
“Are you feeling better, Bri? John told us you were feeling a bit off.”
Brian smiled reassuringly at Freddie but knew this wouldn’t stop his friend from fretting about it and so he let him feel his temperature with the back of his hand. He even leaned down to make it easier for him to reach his forehead.
“I’m fine, Fred. Did you get anywhere with your song?”
Fred frowned slightly but left it at that and started to talk about his latest idea while John and Roger made dinner. It was more John making dinner and Roger attempting to help him but not doing a really good job but they managed to get a decent meal on the table that also tasted good.
Too bad Brian wasn’t really hungry. He ate what he could stomach which wasn’t a lot- maybe half a plate- before he pushed his plate towards Roger who had no such issues and eagerly pulled it towards him.
“I think we did a lot today and should call it a day. Brian can rest then and is hopefully better tomorrow and we can maybe try and get a couple of things done.”
Brian dreaded going back into his room to sleep but he had to because the sofa wasn’t good for his back at all. He stared down his bed as if it had personally wronged him- which it kind of did, honestly- and just decided to not giving a shit and pulled his blankets and pillow to the ground. He rather slept on the ground than enduring the awful creaking again.
There was a quiet knock on his door before he could lay down and John stuck his head into the room.
“Hey, Brian, do you-” He stared down at the blankets on the floor. “What are you doing?”
“Uh… Going to sleep?”
John opened the door fully, his arms crossed in front of his chest. Brian cleared his throat awkwardly. He had no idea why he felt so embarrassed about it but he had hoped no one would come to his room and witness this.
“Is it that bad?” John asked and Brian just nodded towards the bed.
He walked over and pressed a hand down onto the mattress. Immediately, the bed made a loud creaking sound and John burst into a sudden laugh, shaking his head.
“That’s awful.” He said. “I actually came here to offer you some painkillers but, uh, what do you think about sharing my bed?”
Brian blinked a couple of times, not having expected that at all.
“You don’t have to!” John immediately went on, raising his hands. “It’s just an offer- you look like you need a good night’s sleep.”
“Are you telling me I look like shit?” Brian chuckled.
John smiled, a blush spreading over his cheeks.
“Kind of, yeah.”
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John’s room was basically all bed. There just wasn’t anything else that fit into the room but it thankfully didn’t creak at all and he let himself fall onto it with a groan. It was heaven.
“Scoot over.”
John patted his shoulder, pushing slightly and Brian rolled over, creating enough space for him to get onto the bed, too and pull the duvet over both of them.
It had been a while since he had shared a bed with anyone but he was warm and comfortable and it didn’t matter that he was crushing on John, Brian only wanted to sleep. The bed wasn’t overly big and so they ended up lying pretty close to each other and Brian could feel John’s arm brush up against him whenever he moved. He could hear him breathe, too, which should probably be more unnerving than it actually was.
Brian sighed tiredly, sinking deeper into the pillow.
“Do you think you can sleep now?” John asked, voice low.
John was way too perceptive for his own good, sometimes, Brian thought. It wasn’t a surprise to him, John had told him once that he liked observing people more than talking to them and they did spend a lot of time together so of course he could read him easily.
“No.”
There was a long moment of silence, then John sighed and Brian could hear him shift, the sheets rustling as he did so.
“Turn on your stomach.” John ordered, elbowing him in the side. “C’mon.”
“What? Why?”
John didn’t answer, just pushed him again gently and Brian rolled his eyes but turned around, settling down on his stomach and turned his face to be able to look at his bandmate. It was too dark in the room to make out details but he could see him throwing off the blanket and scooting closer until he was kneeling next to him.
“You need to really relax at some point, Bri.”
Before he could ask what he meant with that, John straddled him and Brian let out a surprised noise at the weight on his lower back. He wasn’t resting fully on him but it was enough to notice he was there. A blush rose on Brian’s cheeks and he carefully shifted so he could look back at John over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to give you a massage. Lay back down.”
Brian opened his mouth to protest but John clicked his tongue and just pushed him back into the mattress, ignoring his cut-off yelp. Quickly, he pushed his shirt up as far as he could without making him set up again and Brian- realizing he wouldn’t get a chance to decline this massage- reached back to pull it over his head.
John’s hands were warm and firm on his back, carefully applying pressure but soon, he grew more confident, digging his finger into his skin, making Brian groan. His muscles were sore and at first it kind of hurt but it quickly turned into pure bliss and Brian relaxed into the mattress, basically melting into it. His eyes fell shut again. After a while, John seemed to slip down further and put more of his weight on him until he was basically sitting on his ass.
He found a particular tense spot in his shoulders and Brian moaned. John’s clever fingers didn’t do nothing for him and he could feel his dick stirring in his pajama pants. Biting his lip, he tried not to let out any more sounds that could alarm John of his situation and squeezed his eyes close. He felt relaxed but high-strung at the same time, the heat creeping up his spine leaving him desperate but loose and he hid his face in the crook of his arm.
One of John’s hands brushed down his spine before pressing against the small of his back. Brian almost choked on the surprised moan the action drew out him and rutted up against the mattress, the friction feeling wonderful against his aching dick. John hummed thoughtfully and Brian froze, begging he hadn’t noticed his little slip-up. But no so luck.
“Getting a little bit excited?”
He had leaned forward, his lips almost touching the shell of his ear and his voice was low which sent shivers down Brian’s spine.
“Deaky-”
“Sh, I know, don’t worry. You’re not very subtle.”
Brian whined, his face feeling as if it was burning. John’s hands traveled up his back again, the touch feather light and he shuddered beneath him. He grabbed the pillow harder and let out a shaky breath. His head was spinning. John knew about his crush and hadn’t said anything? For how long? Had he just played along with everything, pretending to be oblivious? A soft kiss just behind his ear had him snapping back into the moment and he gasped quietly.
“Stay still for me, yeah?”
Brian looked over his shoulder to meet John’s eyes. He could make out his soft smile just barely. John’s eyes darted down to hils lips for a split second before he leaned in and kissed him. It was short but sweet and they were both smiling against the other’s mouth. Then, John mouthed his way down over his spine, gently nipping at the skin, until he reached the waistband of his pants. He had to shift lower for that and was now straddling Brian’s thighs. Experimentally, he hooked his fingers under the waistband.
“Can I?”
Brian nodded hastily and lifted his hips but John clicked his tongue and shook his head.
“Brian, can I?” He repeated.
“Yes, please.”
Then John actually started pulling his pants down, threw them to the side and let his hands wander over his legs. Brian yelped and jumped when he pinched his thigh, only for John to playfully smack his ass and remind him to keep still. Brian let out a surprisingly loud moan at that and both stilled.
“Did you like that?” John asked.
When Brian didn’t answer immediately, he gently coaxed him into turning around so he was lying on his back. Somehow, it made the situation less embarrassing but also made him feel more exposed because now there was no was to hide his erection or his face and John could see exactly what effect he had on him.
“Brian? Did you like that?”
“Ye- Yeah, I liked it.” Brian whispered and John broke into a smile.
He cupped his face with one hand to kiss him and Brian returned it eagerly, opening his mouth when he felt John’s tongue against his lips. The kiss grew heated quickly and Brian impatiently pulled on his shirt, breaking the kiss to quickly get rid of it. John’s skin was warm beneath his hands and he gently scratched over his stomach and grinned when John shuddered slightly.
“Can I fuck you?”
Brian moaned, his eyes fluttering shut.
“Yeah, please.”
“Is it okay if I spank you again?”
He had to be deep red by now and he felt hot all over, his dick aching and the longer John took to touch him, the more desperate he felt. John shifted slightly and something hard brushed against his thigh. Apparently, he wasn’t the only one affected by the whole thing.
“Yes, that’s okay.”
Brian was flipped around again and John crawled across the bed to dig something out of the small nightstand and then a wet, cold finger pressed against his entrance. He twitched at the unfamiliar feeling but John kissed the back of his neck and warmed up the lube before trying again.
One finger went in easily but John still went slow, distracting Brian by jerking him off, his clever fingers having him moaning and rocking into his fist. He twitched every time he pressed his thumb against his head, unable to close his mouth, a steady stream of curses and moans escaping him. John added a second finger and Brian arched back against him. He brushed Brian’s hair out of his way to suck a mark into his neck. The wet noises filling the room were positively obscene and it made Brian feel needy and desperate. He barely noticed John slipping the third finger in.
“John, Deaky, please get on with it!”
Thankfully, John did get on with it, carefully removing his fingers to lube up his cock before he grabbed Brian’s hips and positioned himself properly. He sank into him slowly and Brian groaned and pushed back against him. Once he had bottomed out, John leaned forward and rested his forehead against his shoulder, breathing heavily. Brian reached back and John understood what he wanted and took his hand and tangled their fingers together.
After a moment of getting used to the stretch, Brian urged John to move. But instead of getting him to fuck him, John gave him an experimental slap to his ass. Brian let out a yelp that melted into a moan and jolted, only kept in place by John’s grip on his hips. John let out a shaky breath and hit him again, getting the same reaction.
“Fuck, Bri.” he whispered and then finally started moving.
He set a fast and deep rhythm, not bothering to draw this out any further as both of them were getting quite desperate for relief. Brian almost let out a scream- just barely managing to stifle it by burying his face in his pillow- when John hit his prostate and spanked him at the same time. There were tears in his eyes and he was panting and just generally feeling incredible. One of his hands slipped down and jerked himself off, frantically rocking back and forth.
“Brian, fuck-” Another slap and Brian cursed. “You have no idea how much I wanted to do that.” The next thrust hit his prostate again, followed by another slap. “You’re always staring. Thinking you won’t be caught.” His fingers digged into his hip. “And I just want to ruin you.”
Brian was babbling incoherently, his hand speeding up around his cock. His one arm wasn’t enough to keep him upright and he let himself fall into the mattress while John kept saying incredible filthy things that made his head spin.
“C’mon.” John murmured. “C’mon, Bri, let go. It’s gonna feel so good.”
It didn’t take long for Brian to come, squeezing his eyes shut as he arched against him, spilling all over his hand. He collapsed into the mattress and John stilled inside of him. He rubbed circles into his hip and pressed kisses against his shoulders and back, praising him softly while Brian was catching his breath.
“There we go, all relaxed now, aren’t you?”
Brian hummed in agreement, then looked over his shoulder at John. He looked beautiful with his long hair being sweat-damp and clinging to his face, his chest heaving from exertion. Brian’s cock made a valiant effort to get interested again but only twitched weakly against his thigh.
“You can move.” He mumbled and reached back to pat John’s hip. “Come on, John, please.”
John chuckled and leaned up to kiss him again, all soft and gentle and then started thrusting again, much slower this time. Brian moaned, sloppily pushing his hips back, eager to make him come.
He didn’t last very long, his face buried in Brian’s neck, letting out bitten off moans until his hips started stuttering, his pace faltering and he came with a growl. After a moment to catch his breath, John pulled out and collapsed next to him.
Brian’s ass hurt but in a good way and it was probably all red but he didn’t care and instead turned towards John and pulled him closer, snuggling up against him. John lifted his chin to kiss him. Their lips moved lazily against each other, both of them satisfied and content.
“Do you think you can sleep now?” John asked, a teasing smile tugging on his lips.
He swatted at him, rolling his eyes.
“I think so, yes.”
“Good, sleep tight.”
John pressed a kiss into his hair and Brian sighed happily and closed his eyes.
“Sleep tight, Deaks.”
Brian couldn’t remember anything afterwards, drifting off into sleep immediately.
“Well, I’m not going ‘round writing love songs for everyone, Brian. Who else would it be about? You know, we’ll go walking in the moonlight? That’s for you, and our...when we look at the stars.”
“And this bit here, I can hear the music in the darkness, floating softly to where we lie?”
“That’s about when we’re too lazy to get up and turn the radio off.”
“It’s absolutely perfect, Deaky. I love it.”
Breaky Week prompt: writing a song about the other person.
Author’s note: Hi ppl! I was writing something more (shush) and this came to my mind suddenly. Sorry the typos in advance, English its my 2nd language. First time writing something ship related...We will see how this results.
This will be posted November 12th, sorry the delay... But I started to write it in November 11th, that counts? LMAO.
Prompt for Day 1 that I choosed: “First Kiss”
Warnings: Fluff, with a touch of angst.
Word count: +1.4k
Tag list: @runningfortocome @warriorteam1924 @painkiller80
It's winter. Trees without their leafs, snow falling from the sky, windy days, less sunlight, so, more time with darkness. And in that darkness, some smiles brights like the noon sun, giving to us happiness and cheering us up.
He had and have that smile. Always so kind, always so wide. Always he found a reason to do it. Despite he do that for himself, he was pretty aware that made the day to someone more with his smile. And even more than make their day better, make their life better. He wasnt aware that his smile made someone start to being in love with him, and was the most unexpected person in the entire globe.
Time to recording. The four working so hard for the next album, doing their best. During a break, he saw the opportunity to speak finally about his feelings with his friend. Both were sat near to the another one in the consoles room next to the recording room itself, drinking a beer.
"Fred", he said in a whisper. "I need to say something to you".
"Go ahead darling", he said smiling kindly.
He watched across the room with shyness. His mouth came closer to the right ear of Freddie and said "not here."
"Well, come with me."
Both stand up of their chairs and go outside of the recording room.
Once that the door was closed, Fred said "I'm all ears honey".
He didn't knew how to start. His natural shyness was increased for the kind of confession that he wanted to make to his soul brother. He was hesitant, but at the same time he needed to vent. He gulped saliva. He breathed deeply. He sighed deeply too. Closed his eyes for a moment. Was ready.
"Well… emmm I love someone more that isn't Chrissie".
Fred didn't couldn't resist to laugh a little.
"Go ahead with that girl and have fun".
He watched at the eyes of his friends with a sad vibe.
"It's a man." And he covered his face with his huge hands trying to hide the 'shame'.
Freddie laughed a bit.
"Now I need to know who's the chosen one".
Brian, quitting his hands of his face, but watching to the floor he said "he haves the most precious smile that I ever see in my entire life." He giggle a bit, raising his head and watching to something far away from them. "I just want to see that smile everyday, next to me, every morning…" His eyes was shinning and he smiles more. "I want his eyes looking at me with love and affection. I want that he hugs so tightly to me like he does to Roger", ended with a big blush in his face.
Just with that last words Freddie could confirm his suspect. He watched at the eyes to his friend and puts a hand in one of the shoulders of his friend.
"Go for Johnny! I think that's mutual the feeling darling. But go and speak of this with him as soon as you can…"
"Well.. I'll do today sincerely. I can't have this with me anymore… I don't know if tomorrow I die and he didn't knew about my feelings".
Fred giggled.
"Haha, being a dramatic lady as usual…".
Brian smiled. His friend too. Both looked at the eyes of the another.
They came back to the consoles room. The four back at work.
He was waiting for the right moment, barely dissimulating his nerves. Fred in some moment, said at his ear "relax… I'll go with Rog to record some vocals. You can speak with him now".
The brunette man left his bass in the studio and gone to the room next to the recording room itself, to rest a little. He sat near to Brian in the couch, the last one was pretty nervous.
"Brian, are you okay?" he asked concerned, looking at him and putting his left hand in the right shoulder of his bandmate.
The curly one felts some pressure in his tummy, that damn nerves. His thoughts was like "oh he's touching me, he's concerned about me!"
Finally can respond the ask.
"N-no sincerely." said looking at the eyes of the bassist, pretty uncomfortable.
John watched at Bri's eyes with kindness. "Y'know that you and myself argue a lot about music, but quitting that, you can count on me with anything you need." He quitted the hand and hugged him with an arm, pretty tightly. "Seriously mate… you can tell me if you want; if not, I'll try to make you feel better at least" said smiling widely. That smile.
Brian didn't resisted more. After checked that the producers and sound engineer didn't watched at them, he kisses the left cheek of his friend, pressing against him with his left hand in the right cheek of the another one. With his right arm hugged to the bassist tightly.
John was surprised, but not uncomfortable. Indeed, he blushed and smiled shyly. And Brian noticed that. They left to hug them and watched at the another eyes. Brian asked "still have some beers?" His friend responded "I think that this night will be so long, so, we can go for a couple of them no?" And winked an eye.
John said in loud voice "well guys Bri and I will go to buy some beers. Someone wants something?" The producer quitted partially his headphones, watched at him and said smiling "some chips will be great". Their friends were recording voices, so, they didn't hear the voice of his friend.
Moments later, when Brian and John gone, Fred watched that their friends aren't there and he smiled, thinking "finally!"
Rog watched at Fred, confused.
"Are you okay mate?"
He turned to him and responded "yeah Roger, I'm happy… happy for how the song it's turning in something good.
Roger smiled.
"Don't lie Fred, hahaha. And for your information, Deaky told me something similar that surely Bri told to you". Both were aware of that incoming couple… and couldnt be more happier.
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In their way to buy beers, they tried to not be recognized for the people, so they walked for pretty dark sidewalks.
They was just walking together, in silence. But, suddenly the youngest had an impulse to push to the curly man against a wall of a narrow lane.
He grabbed the face of the another with his hands and he kissed to his bandmate. Their lips were in contact for the very first time. Was brief. But enough in that moment. Both watched at the eyes, he still grabbing the face with his hands, the another hugging John in his waist. The scene was so romantic. The love was in the air. They stared almost like a minute, enjoying the moment.
And, again suddenly, John was in one of his knees, grabbing the right hand of Brian with both of his hands, watching to his loved one.
"Mr May, will you date with me? You will care me, love and respect me until the death separate us or our wives discover us and force to us to be straight again (almost the same than death)?
Brian giggled.
"I do."
John smiled.
He was in his feet again and grabbed the face of Brian, kissing him again, now with passion.
Trying to speak, Brian said "I- I didn't said that thing of "Mr Deacon wants to blah blah blah…" unfair”. John stopped his kiss and watching so close to him "I know that you will take care of me, love me and respect me forever…" and restart with the kiss, quitting the opportunity to Brian to speak.
Then, Brian hugged to John and their bodies were in contact, so tightly. And bit to bit, they started to turned on. They forgot the beers. Also forgot that they were in a cold lane. Their heartbeats started to accelerate. A little moan could be listened.
But, when they where really enjoying that expression of their passion and love, someone walked near to them and screamed "hey guys, rent a bed in a motel! Hehe". Was then when they were came back to the reality.
They stopped. And came back to the sidewalk, laughing and with their cheeks burning like fire.
Recovering his breath, Brian told "that person was right… You just must to tell me when." John, watching at him, said "when you want… I'm eager really."
The rest of the time they were in silence again, trying to be come back to the studio pretty quick.
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They could buy the beers. End the song with his bandmates. And started a new chapter in their lifes. Finally.
Hi! I don’t know if any of you remember the Hot Space Angst/Marriage proposal fic I started for Breaky week, but here's the second chapter, four months after the first 😆! Finally 😄!
Words have flowed rather easily for this chapter and I hope it'll continue for the next. I don't know how long the fic is gonna be, so I've added another chapter to the count for now.
Have a good read! ❤
the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21597835/chapters/55636012
