Anything You Ask

God, you hated planes, trains, busses, fuck, and at this point absolutely anything that wasn't a stable mattress in a cool room.
The plane ride from London to Tenerife had been long, hot, cramped, and extremely uncomfortable, but it hadn't been uncomfortable for the reason most people would think.
No, it had honestly been quite roomy despite the cramped nature.
It was uncomfortable because you had been sat next to resident shy boy, probable love of your life, and angel faced baby, Brian May.

The curly haired boy and you had been friends for a little over two years, meeting in your first PhD level course after graduating from Imperial with our Bachelors.
You'd been instantly intrigued by the man, the way he dressed screamed "Extrovert with a wild sense of humor and definitely could rock your world when given the chance" and yet, when you spoke to him that morning, he couldn't even hold your gaze, his long fingers instead focused on picking fuzz off of the red velvet of his trousers.

Brian May was an enigma wrapped in a goddamn paradox... and you are 347% certain that you are head over heels in love with him.
When the two of you had decided to do a joint dissertation on the radial velocities of zodiacal light, you both knew that you would be spending an insane amount of time together, most of it in Spain.
You had been overjoyed at the prospect, desperate to spend as much time possible with the sweet demure boy, and yet here you were.
Your body was practically on fire as the two of you headed to our hotel, where Brian had only managed to get a single room, cramped in the backseat of the taxi we'd hailed from the taxi rank outside the airport.

His hair smelled like orange blossoms, that's all you could think... fucking hell, you were definitely screwed this trip.
Brian's foot taps against the floor of the taxi, his long legs cramped in the small car as he tries to give you as much room as possible.
He's chewing nervously at his thumbnail as he watches the scenery go by.
He was beyond excited to be here in Tenerife with you to work—you were a bloody genius and he admired you greatly.
He knew the two of you would have an amazing time and do incredible research.
But he was also dreading it. Because you were the smartest, prettiest, funniest, loveliest person he'd ever met and he could barely even look at you without getting flustered!
Roger teased him about it endlessly, but he couldn't help it.

When the taxi pulls up to the hotel, Brian unfolds himself out of the car, immediately going to gather the bags.
He gets yours, too, smiling bashfully at you.
"No, I've got it! You go in and get the room keys."
He can't help but look you up and down as you walk away from him, before he quickly averts his eyes from your ass, feeling guilty.
'Jesus, Brian. Control yourself.'
He scolds himself as he follows you inside, strategically holding the suitcases in front of his lap...
A large smile and small blush overtakes your face upon Brian insisting on getting your bag. Goddamnit, could he be anymore perfect?
You hold up your hands in mock surrender and headed inside the hotel, sighing in relief as the AC hit you like a brick.
Tenerife was hot, it was July, and you were NOT about to sweat your ass off in front of Brian for the next, who knows how long... you'd not exactly booked return flights.
Strolling up to the front desk you smile at the attendant, giving them Brian's name and expecting everything to be in order.
He'd called 4 months earlier and booked a double room, just to save some money, you'd been the one to suggest it.. just.. hoping that maybe, JUST MAYBE Brian would finally see you in the same light that you saw him, if he was forced to room with me.
"Hola! Um.. reservation for May."
The lady at the desk simply smiled you, opened her book, highlighted the aforementioned reservation, handed you two keys, and wished you a good time.
Everything seemed all nice and normal, until you arrived at the door to the room.
Brian was already there waiting for you, sitting languidly on your suitcase, picking at his nails. He hadn't noticed you.
"You know, you're going to end up ripping your nail clean off if you keep doing that Bri. "
His head shoots up to look at you, loose curls bouncing, and he stands quickly—just narrowly missing smashing his head against the door frame.
He blushes like mad, though he grumbles at you, at least the banter was safe and familiar territory.
"I can study the stars without a thumbnail."
He jokes, but stops picking at it in order to move the bags out of your way as you unlock the door.
He walks in, stopping short when he sees the single bed
"Oh."

Christ, he'd forgotten all about it, they'd booked this trip so far in advance.
God, he had to share the bed with you.
Fuck.
Maybe he could take the floor?
No, that would seem rude.
And weird.
Friends shared beds all the time, right?

You roll your eyes at Brian's comment, shaking my head a bit as you opened the door, mouth dropping a little in shock when you see the single bed.
Oh fuck, you'd completely fucking forgotten it wasn't a fucking double room..
You completely sympathized with Brian's little oh, because that's.. um....
"I-I can go down and see if they have another room if you want.. if they have a double room?"
You really didn't want to, you wanted to sleep in the same bed as Brian, wanted to.. god you just wanted to fucking cuddle with him!
How lame is that.
"I-um, I don't mind it, but if you're uncomfortable with it, I completely understand.."
You are leaning against the bathroom door, picking at your own nails now.. a little nervous for what he was going to say.
He shakes his head quickly, not wanting to cause any problems
"No!"
The word is nearly squeaked out, and he takes a moment to clear his throat, trying to seem calm.
"No, this is fine. As long as my feet don't hang off the bed."