Brian and Roger were sitting in the living room, watching the TV. They were pretty exhausted because they had been at the studio all day. Freddie's perfectionist side had definitely come out today and it led to quite a few rows. At one point, Roger and Freddie got into and argument because he kept going on about how Roger was going "too fast" or "too slow" or "hitting the wrong cymbal". It had ended with Roger standing up and lobbing his drumstick at the singer's head in anger.
"Oi, you little shit! What was that for?" Feddie exclaimed as he turned round, rubbing the back of his head. Roger just glared at him. "Quit being a prat, Fred. I'm doing the best I can. We've all worked bloody hard on this album, so give us a break, would you?" He replied angrily.
The two guitarists watches on as this argument get more and more angry. It wasn't going to end well. They we're all tired, and working towards a deadline. They were bound to get grouchy at some point. But Brian knew his boyfriend. And annoying an already grouchy Roger was not a good idea."What's that supposed to mean?" Freddie replied heatedly. "It means-" Roger was cut off.
"Right, I think that's enough for today. Why don't we all take a breather, and relax for the rest of the night? John, you could finally spend some time with Veronica and the kids, god knows they all miss you. And Fred, you could go back to Jim. I think days break from eachother would be good. And if we work hard afterwards, we can still get the album finished. How does that sound?" Brian asked, trying to be the mediator here.
"But-" Freddie and Roger tried to protest. "No buts, we're doing it. Final choice. Right, Deaky?" Brian turned to the quiet boy next to him. "I think its, uhm, a g-good idea, yeah," the bassist replied quietly. Brian nodded. He toom Rogers hand and went for the door. "See you all in two days. Have fun," Brian said before leaving.
After Roger had showered and calmed down, Brian had made him some dinner. After that, they had sat down in the living room and put on some weird science show. Roger didn't really understand it, but he didn't mind. He loved seeing Brian laugh at the jokes, or smile fondly at the screen. God, his smile could light up a room. After a while, Roger had zoned out. He was thinking of some new lyrics. It could work, he thought.
He was brought out of his thoughts quite suddenly, however, when the curley-haired man next to him burst out laughing, harder than before. Roger smiled fondly, laughing a little himself. "Bri? What's so funny?" He asked. Brian didn't answer, though. He just laughed harder. "No, I'm p-postive!" Brian replied with a wheeze. He had literal tears in his eyes. This went on for several minutes. Once the guitarist had finally calmed down, he let out a sigh.
"Sorry, Ro-hiccup-rog." He said with small giggle. His boyfriend just nodded, still slightly confused as to what could be so funny on a Science show. "That was the be-hiccup-best joke hiccup I've ev-hiccup-ever heard." Brian managed to get out. Roger frowned at him, waiting. Then it happened. Brian hiccuped again. And again. Then again. "Oh my god!" The drummer laughed. "You've got hiccups. Brian fucking May has hiccups. The day has finally come!" He laughed. Just on cue, Brian hiccupped again. Roger laughs at him, then does three fake hiccups in a row. "Dick," Brian muttered under his breath. "Sorry Bri, I didn't quite fake hiccup catch that," Roger said, laughing his head off. He fake hiccuped again, each time copying Brian. But then he hiccuped for know reason. And then again. Brian looked at him. "Well, look who's laughing now," he jeered.
Roger looked at him seriously. "Brian, how could you! I thought you loved me," he pouted. Brian's face screwed up in confusion. "What?" he said, "What did I do?"
"You infected me! I could die from your stupid science disease, you know. You traitor," and with that he stormed upstairs. Brian sighed. He often wondered whether Rog was dropped on the head as a baby. He was so overdramatic, he thought with an eye roll.
Still, he loved him. So he went after him with a pit of sugar. That was the best cure when he was a kid. "Rog!" He yelled up the stairs as he went up them. This was going to be a long night.
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