Talking In Your Sleep

                                    

                                          
A/N:
Loosely based on the song Talking In Your Sleep by The Romantics ✌🏻 
                          
It's been a month since I updated this and I apologize! I've been busy with my other works, my actual work, and school!
                          
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Sharing hotel rooms was nothing new to Brian. He'd shared with Freddie and John plenty of times, but as of late, he got stuck with Roger. 
                          
It wasn't that he didn't like the younger man, complete opposite if we're being honest here, but Roger had a few tendencies that Brian couldn't help but find a bit...distracting. 
                          
No, he never brought one night stands into their shared room. He did once with John, but after the earful he got from the usually timid bassist, he learned the lesson that 'I thought you were sleeping' does not help the situation.
                          
He never tried again after that. 
                          
Brian was grateful to be on tour and to have a half decent hotel room to sleep in, but that meant that they had to share for budgetary reasons, unless they wanted a rundown motel (which Freddie would never agree to). And much to his annoyance, John and Freddie already decided to share as they've been getting closer as of late, 'volunteering' to share for the rest of the tour. 
                          
It seemed strange, but Brian didn't mention it. They both had girlfriends, he thought. But that never stopped budding rockstars before, he supposed. Regardless, it wasn't any of his business. 
                          
"Looks like we're gonna be roomies again tonight, Bri!" The blond clapped his shoulder with a bright grin. "And every night for the next five months!"
                          
"Yeah, I guess so." Brian sighed, unlocking the hotel room. 
                          
"What's got your dick in a twist?" Roger chuckled, following after him into the room. 
                          
"Nothing, sorry." Brian sighed, setting his bag down on the bed.
                          
"What? You don't want to share a room?" The humor was gone from his voice, Brian looked up to see a genuine frown on his face. "I'm not going to bring anyone here..."
                          
"It's fine, Rog. Don't worry about it." Brian slipped into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door. His cheeks burns as his eyes fell shut. He needed to control himself, Roger would know something's up if Brian's face lit up like a stop light every time he got too close. 
                          
"Bri..." Roger leaned against the door, his voice sounding a bit upset. "I...I don't know if you're mad at me for some reason, but I was actually looking forward to hanging out with you tonight." The words were muffled through the door, but still managed to crush him with guilt. 
                          
"I-I'm tired tonight, Roger." Brian said quietly, biting his lip. 
                          
Roger sighed, clenching his jaw before walking away from the door. He quickly got into his pajamas before slipping into his bed, rolling on his side to face the wall. 
                          
He sniffled softly, burying his face in the pillow as he heard the shower start up. 
                          
Brian had been distant for the past few days, giving him short answers or sometimes just ignoring him. He'd like to say he took it well, not letting it get to him. 
                          
But, fuck, it hurt. 
                          
His best friend, the one he always relied on, ignored his existence. Besides rehearsals, sound checks, and concerts, Roger was practically invisible. 
                          
He fell asleep with only the comfort of his blanket and pillow, damp with tears. 
                          
After twenty minutes of moping in the shower, Brian emerged with an apology on the tip of his tongue and guilt deep in his gut. His eyes rested upon Roger's bed where he laid out, fast asleep. He swallowed and walked over to the sleeping man, frowning down at him.