Fanfic: Tears Of Love Pt.2
Challenge: 2018 VDay Chalenge by the amazing writer and my friend and proofreader @prettyxlittlexwriter
Prompt: Feb 6: A song that you’ve always wanted to write about
Song: Midnight Rambler - The Rolling Stones and my personal favourite live version
Pairing: Deacury (Freddie Mercury x John Deacon)
2nd and final part of the story with the worst title I could make up. Wait! No! You haven’t read the other titles I had thought of. Yeah! Let’s not go there…
Here is Pt.1 of Tears Of Love
John takes care of Freddie a night he returns home drunk and the rest takes care of the following events. (Did that sentence even make sence? Does anyone ever laugh with the things I write in the introductions? Can you inform me about that last question?) I guess I ment the rest takes care of itself/themselves whatever, you call it.
John heard someone attempting to insert a key into the lock of their apartment door. The bassist looked up to the clock. It was three past midnight. It could only be Freddie who, after trying very hard, finally managed to put and turn the key into the lock. John walked to the hall, only to find the frontman in a pitiful state. He was so drunk he could barely walk and a stream of tears was running down his cheeks. The older man, when had, finally, noticed the presence of the younger one was embarrassed despite one would expect to not even understand what was happening.
John took Freddie by the hand and led him to the kitchen. He sat him in a chair and prepared some coffee for him. After forcing Freddie to drink some amount of the liquid, he took him to the singer’s bedroom took off his clothes and dressed him in his pyjamas and then put him to bed.
John proceeded to bring a glass of water and some aspirins, since those could come handy once the singer woke up.
The bassist arranged a chair so that he could half sleep while watching out for the older man.
When Freddie woke up the next morning, he found John sleeping in the most uncomfortable place and way the frontman had never imagined was possible. Just as he was about to start wondering why John was there, sleeping like that, he remembered the events of the previous night. He debated whether he should leave John be and not interrupt his sleep, or if he should wake him up. When he had made up his mind and was about to wake up the younger boy, John came to consciousness again.
The two bandmates made eye contact which led to an awkward silence. After what felt a way too long and uncomfortable one, John decided he should speak. Freddie didn’t dare to, having in mind the state he was at, the moment the bassist found him the previous night.
“How are you feeling Fred? How’s your hangover? Do you need some aspirin?” the bassist spoke softly, sounding quite worried, Freddie thought to himself.
“Well, I have a headache, yeah, I’d take one. Thanks.” Freddie replied, relieved, since John didn’t sound mad at him.
John gave him the aspirin and the water and watched him down it slowly. Then, the younger one, took a deep breath and confronted Freddie about his behaviour lately.
“Fred, I know you might not want to talk about this, but the rest of us are worried about you. You are very emotional and keep your thoughts to yourself, but now these thoughts and emotions are wearing you down. I don’t want to pressure you, but I will, if it is needed. You are tearing yourself apart, getting drunk every night and you aren’t even productive in the studio, and that is the least !! We are worried about you more than we do for the album. Darling, please, talk to me. Open up for once.” John pleaded with a stern voice nevertheless.
Freddie sighed “Don’t call me Fred, you know I fucking hate it!”
“Don’t try to change the subject, you will get nothing out of it.” John responded to Freddie’s fruitless attempt to get away with not telling him.
The singer let out a series of sighs this time, trying to find a way to say what he had, since he had no other choice but to give John the answers he demanded. “Okay, well, do you remember my ex?” after John nodded, the frontman continued “So, one day I was trying to reach him and he was not responding, I realised he didn’t actually love me and he was manipulating me too, thus I found him, confronted him about all these and ended it.” Freddie summed it up.
“Okay, so why do you do this to yourself now that no one is ignoring, abusing, neglecting or manipulating you? Why do you stay out so late, ending up drunk, with a bad hangover the next morning? I know I am not your mother, but Fred I, we worry about you, we care about you, we are concerned about you, we want to ensure your well-being.” John had a tone in his voice which convinced the frontman how much the bassist really cared.
“To be completely honest, I don’t exactly know. I just feel so inarticulate lately, I am not in a position to comprehend which emotion exactly bothers me. I can’t even tell those apart!” when the frontman spoke up, he sounded quite fed up with these exact feelings.
“Freddie you shouldn’t blame yourself for anything. You should be in synch with your emotions, not burying them inside you. Everything you feel is completely valid. Whatever you tell me, I am not going to judge you.” the younger boy both assured and encouraged the older man to go on.
“Okay… Well… I, I don’t know. I want someone to love me and understand me for who I am. I am a romantic and very emotional. People think I am not easily approached, and the ones who are courageous enough, pretend to love me for their own benefit. They think my stage persona is who I really am.” the frontman let his thoughts flow out for once, but what was to happen next, he had not expected.
The bassist, in a moment of bravery, leant in, and kissed Freddie. The singer, after overcoming the first shock, reciprocated the kiss, deepening it, making it more passionate.
When the two men broke apart, John didn’t know what to say, he had only hoped for a positive reaction to his initiative. During the few seconds before either of them said or did something, John thinking about his action, he realised he had no idea how he would act depending on Freddie’s reaction in any case.
Freddie was equally speechless for a while. This was mostly because he had never thought the younger boy would have an interest in him, and it was a lot to take in. Yet it had become apparent to himself the two of them were attracted to each other. “John,” he breathed out “you managed to surprise me in the best way possible. I had never thought we could be in love, even though we were always really close to each other. I believe you can give me all the affection I need and I can give you whatever you are looking for. I guess we could say I can trust you and you can trust me.”
John flashed him a faint but genuine smile. “I surprised myself too, to be honest. It was an action on the spur of the moment. I don’t even remember since when I have been in love with you, but lately I was way more concerned about you than usual.”
The two men shared a hug, and the frontman pulled the bassist to sit beside him on the bed.
“Promise me you won’t keep all the things that bother you inside you and I won’t find you ever again in the state I did yesterday night? Well, I’m talkin’ about the midnight rambler.” John begged.
“You know, the one you never seen before! Okay, I promise. And I’m honestly sorry you found me like that.” Freddie responded with a sincerety in his voice that calmed the bassist down.
“Well, honey, it’s no rock ‘n’ roll show! More like extremely important, since it’s your health.” John replied and then placed a kiss against the older man’s lips, again.
I hope this didn’t have any spelling or grammatical errors, but I’m sure it does. Anyway…
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