Run Some Errands.

                                    

                                          
 Brian's P.O.V.
                          
Freddie and I immediately backed away from each other, both of our faces flushing a deep crimson shade, my heart, and no doubt Freddie's too was galloping, not just because things had been hotting up, but because John had scared the living day lights out of both of us.
                          
But then again, maybe that was our fault, maybe we shouldn't have started things off in John's bedroom.
                          
The three of us stood in awkward silence for a short while, Freddie stared at the floor looking absolutely mortified, but I was struggling to keep back my giggles.
                          
But to my surprise, Fred cautiously turned around to Deaky, "Where the fuck did you go?" He asked, trying to start a conversation, to try and ignore the current situation.
                          
John then cracked out into a smirk, putting me at ease, I knew now what with his facial expression that he wasn't mad, he walked closer to the bed and tossed his jacket on to it, "I think the question should be more like, why the fuck are you half naked in my bedroom, Freddie?" He chuckled, making Fred look evermore uncomfortable.
                          
"W-We were looking for you! Your fucking door was unlocked...and we didn't know where you were so we came in looking for you..." Fred explained clumsily.
                          
"And when you realised I wasn't in, you thought you'd take advantage of the free room?" Deaky nodded slowly, tormenting the frontman who was crazily embarrassed.
                          
"Hey, this isn't just a one sided thing you know! Brian was involved too!" He squeaked, trying to bring me into this to make himself feel better and it was at that moment I let my first giggles out at his desperate nature, eager to dig himself out of this shit, I earned a death glare from my boyfriend.
                          
Deaky turned around to look at me and then looked back at Freddie, "Really? Brian's still fully dressed..." the bassist shot back cleverly, making Freddie let out a frustrated growl and he threw his head back in defeat.
                          
"Not for long." Freddie grumbled under his breath, making my eyes grow a little wider.
                          
"Well then, by all means, please don't let me interrupt your business, just carry it on in your own room maybe? I don't fancy your juices on my bed sheets." Deaky cackled.
                          
I scratched the back of my head in embarrassment at that last statement he made and Freddie's eyes were darting all over the room, not able to make eye contact with anyone or anything, his lips pursed, making his dimple visible.
                          
 I walked over to him, taking one of his bare arms and I attempted to drag him out of John's bedroom so we didn't have to face anymore interrogation, but he suddenly snapped back into reality.
                          
"Where did you go?" He called as I continued to pull him towards the door, suspicion in his voice.
                          
The bassist shrugged, a smirk on his face, "To run some errands."
                          
At that point I had managed to push Freddie out of John's hotel room and out into the corridor, pulling Deaky's door closed behind us before the frontman could quiz him any further.
                          
Fred's cheeks were still pink as he walked in front of me to our own room, "Sure, nobody runs errands in a country that they don't know and comes back smelling like another's man cologne." He mumbled almost inaudibly.
                          
Admittedly, I had caught on to that too, but unlike Freddie, I kept this to myself.
                          
"Stop jumping to conclusions." I warned.
                          
"Conclusions?! It's obvious, Brian. He had a glow about him. And his face, did you see his face when I asked him?!" He sounded completely outraged.