Body Language. Queen

Anti Climax

Freddie's P.O.V.

How could they just dump all of the shopping in the kitchen and bugger off and leave it?! If they think I'm eating those warm raw chicken breasts they can go fuck themselves.

I climbed the stairs as quickly as I could, now that I could move my other leg I wanted to use it and put weight on it but the doctor had warned me, I could end up doing even more damage to it.

"Roger?! John?! Get your arses out and put that shit away!" I yelled, I listened when I got to the top of the stairs and heard muffled laughter with scramblings about.

I hobbled over to John's room and banged on it, "Those ice creams are no longer ice you imbeciles. They're fucking liquid! Get out!" I kept banging.

Soon, Roger rushed out, shutting the door behind him, "Oh thank god." I huffed, double taking and looking at him properly.

I eyed him over, his hair a right Royal mess and his cheeks the colour of Crimson, he cleared his throat awkwardly, "Sorry...umm, h-how was the hospital..."

"Fine..." I answered back suspiciously, I nodded my head at his hair and spoke in a teasing, low voice, "Been busy?"

His hand flung to his hair and began to try smooth it out, there was something poking out of his jeans pocket, I snatched it quickly, knowing immediately what is was.

I stared at him with my mouth open and eyes wide whilst holding the bottle of lube up.

"This is mine...Roger..." I sang, loving how embarrassed he was getting, he looked adorable.

He sighed, his cheeks getting impossibly redder, he bit his lip and nodded, "W-we'll buy you...more..." he stuttered.

I stifled a grin, "We? So you didn't just steal my lube because you fancied a posh wank?" Then I broke and began to giggle, "You've just fucked each other, haven't you."

He covered his hands with his face and nodded, "Yes..." it was his turn to grin now.

I took one of my crutches and prodded him in the arse with it, making him go into my room where I followed him and closed the door behind us.

I sat on my bed and watched him pace about. Avoiding eye contact.

"Why the hell are you embarrassed about me knowing? It's not like I've never spoken about sex with you have I, I'm far from fucking disgusted." I chuckled at him, "Well you obviously didn't get it up the arse did you? You're walking fine..." I grinned mischievously.

He span around, "Freddie!" He hissed.

"Let me guess, a bit of an anti climax?" I tried to read his body language.

"What? No...no...it was, it was nice." He smiled a little.

"Nice?! Fuckinghell, Roger, that really is an anti climax. Was it that bad?" I laughed.

"It wasn't bad! It was lovely...it was just a little...awkward. A bit...tame..." he shrugged, coming to sit on the bed next to me.

"Well, maybe I made it sound better than it is. But it is fucking good once you've been doing it for a while. You have to give it time, darling. It was your first time having sex, what the fuck did you expect? Some wild riding?" I shook my head.

He chuckled lightly, "I guess so..."

I put a hand on his thigh, "It'll get better the more experienced you get! You'll learn what each other likes and it will soon turn into some kind of porn movie standard. Trust me."

"I want to witness the stuff you talk about! It all sounds so good." He grinned.

"Roger, dear! It's good because it's with me!" I pointed to myself and cackled.

"What was your first time like?" He suddenly asked. "That's if you can bloody remember it, you've slept with so many people I bet it's irrelevant." He looked at me sarcastically.

"Excuse me! I'll have you know I do indeed remember it, not the fondest of memories but it was a learning curve. Besides, my experience was different to yours, the other man had fucked many men before and had been fucked many times before."

"Still, what was it like?" He pushed, elbowing me.

I sighed, glancing at him, "Awkward, clumsy, an anti climax. My first time with a man was the same as you, I gave it, I didn't take it. But with him having taken it a lot of times before there was no preparing him or anything, y'know. It was easy. Of course I was on cloud nine whilst witnessing how fucking a man felt but he thought I was the worst. I didn't know how to put my cock in, where to put my body, if I should make eye contact?! You just question everything. But look at me now, everybody wants me to fuck them because I'm an expert. It takes time." I slightly cringed recollecting that sour memory, maybe it would have helped if I had told the man that I had never fucked another male before, before attempting to fuck him and ending up looking like a flapping fish out of water.
He didn't look convinced, "Well look at it this way, what was your first time with a girl like? Awkward? A bit shit? But you got better, didn't you? It's exactly the same." I ruffled his already messy hair.

He started to laugh, "I think this went better than my first time with a girl. Shit, that was so bad." He shook his head.

We heard Brian coming up the stairs and enter his bedroom that was next to mine, "How was he at the hospital?" Rog asked.

"Brilliant." I shrugged, fighting back a smile.

"Oh?! What's that little grin for, Mercury?!" Roger caught on, I had never ever been able to hide anything from the little blonde.

"He drove us to our old street...we literally had a walk down memory lane. It was so nice. And then he started to gush all of these feelings out that he had for me. Roger, we...we're going on a date..." I couldn't hold in my excitable smile anymore.

I saw his blue eyes light up and he covered his mouth with his hand, he grabbed my arm and squeezed it, "A real one?!" He squealed.

I nodded, laughing loudly.

"Freddie?! This is what you've always dreamed of!" He suddenly put his hands on my face and squeezed my cheeks whilst I was still nervously laughing.

"I know...I can't quite believe it. I never thought it would happen. We fucking hated each other for so long. It feels so strange." I babbled.

"When are you going?! Where?!" He bounced on the bed.

"I don't know, I want to go when I can walk without the crutches but I don't know if I can wait that long." My smile fell, "Rog...what if it's not as good as I've always thought it will be? What if it doesn't work out? I've been chasing him for years and now that I've kind of got him in the bag...there's a part of me that still wants the chase to go on...I feel so strange knowing I don't have to kiss his fucking feet to get a conversation out of him anymore..." I looked at the drummer worriedly.

"Fred, you can't think like that! It will be amazing, Brian already makes it so obvious that he thinks the world of you! I know all of these years you've been loving chasing him, I know it. It's going to be strange but all of the times you've fantasised about kissing him and shit...you'll actually be able to do them for real. As soon as that leg of yours is good to go then...he's all yours."

((A/N Hey lovelies, I'm so sorry for the shitty lack of updates lately, y'know Christmas and all, busy as FACK. I do intend to update on Christmas Day for you all, so yeah...sorryyyyyyyyyy. I've got some juicy ideas for this story so...wink wink nudge nudge. Byeeee <3))