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.
"I don't see what the problem is. He's a single man, Freddie. If he wants to go out and hook up with somebody, we can't tell him not to." I shrugged.
"I would just appreciate it if he didn't lie to us!" He flapped his arms around as I leaned against a wall, rolling my eyes.
"Well maybe he did just go to run some errands?! Picked up a new aftershave on the way..." I tried to reason.
"Oh yes, Brian. He's going to go and buy a new aftershave at one in the morning, isn't he! And besides, I think you lot use that excuse just because you don't want to tell the truth." He threw his bag down and sat on the edge of our bed once we had let ourselves into our room, leaning back on his hands with a raised eyebrow directed at me.
"What do you mean?" I asked, cautiously and confused.
"Well, it's not the first time 'to run some errands' meant something else, is it...Brian." He said slowly.
I furrowed my eyebrows at him, puzzled.
He carried on, "Because if I remember rightly, that's the excuse you gave me the time I saw you in the street that night, it was a while ago, you said you'd been to 'run some errands', but really you went to fuck Rory." He said, looking just as smug as he sounded.
I felt a cold shiver run down my spine, he was right, that had been my excuse, but was he really going to bring this up now?! This was surely going to be a mood ruiner, he sounded pissed off just talking about it.
He continued to stare at me with that knowing look, he had me right where he wanted me, vulnerable and small. I knew now what he was trying to achieve.
Freddie liked to be dominant but couldn't he surely have gone at it another way?
"That was ages ago..." I tried to sound like it hadn't bothered me but the wobble in my voice told him the opposite.
"Does that matter?" He shrugged.
"Well it sounds like it does to you..." my hackles were rising.
"It doesn't matter to me, Bri. I know what it's like to fuck Rory, I guess you just wanted a piece of what I was getting...when in reality, I wasn't getting anything from him at all, and by the sounds of things, neither were you...he was getting it all from me. There's no wonder he kept running back to me...I must've been the better fuck out of the two of us." He raised his eyebrows in a flash and gave me a toothy grin, making me want to go over there and show him what I was really made of.
The bloody, manipulative, little shit.
"So, the next time you want to go and 'run some errands'..." he started, but I cut him off.
I charged over to him, pushing him back with sharp palm to his chest, I crawled over the top of him as he now lay on his back on the bed, a surprised look on his face, I lowered my face down close to his and even in his shock, could see the sparkle in his eye, this is exactly what he wanted.
"Shut up, just...shut up." I growled, my breath heavy and my frustration growing ever stronger, making me all the more impatient for him.
"No. If you would let me finish, Brian. I was about to say, the next time you want to go and 'run some errands'...it better be with me." He said fiercely, before pulling my head down until our lips met in a hot frenzy, devouring each other in the hungry need for each other's bodies.
"That is...unless Rory...pops up again..." he said, breathlessly between kisses.
I bit down on his lip lightly in a hope to shut him up.
"What was...he like...when you...fucked him? Ouch!" He started to annoyingly question again, before I bit down on his bottom lip hard this time, making sure to shut him up.
He pulled away, sucking on his lip that I had just bitten, he swallowed, looking up at me with a devilish side smile, "Darling, I'm just trying to rile you up, get you angry...I want to see just what you're capable of." He winked teasingly, smiling with his tongue between his teeth, chuckling because he knew his words had been working on me.
But before I even had the chance to respond, his swollen lips had found mine again and our messy kissing resumed.
Instinct had taken over this time as I hurriedly gathered both his wrists in one of my hands, he tried to wriggle out of my grip, not wanting me to have control over him, and he almost broke free...but that's when my spare hand travelled down his body and without thinking, found his hard cock and gave it a teasing squeeze through the fabric of that fucking jumpsuit.
All of a sudden his body jolted and a small yelp left his throat, his struggling and his kissing stopped and his eyes snapped open as he pulled away, staring straight up at me with wide eyes, his breathing heavy.
We made intense eye contact for a few seconds, my wandering hand still hovering dangerously near his throbbing cock.
It looked like he was trying to fathom what had just happened. Whether it was the feel of his first sexual touch in months taking a toll on him, the reality that we probably will be naked shortly...or that I had just made the first move, one of them, if not all, were whirring busily around his head.
He began to shake his head slightly, his eyes slanting and his lips curling up into an evil looking smile, "Bad move." He growled.
Whether it was dangerous territory, I wanted so bad to play him at his own game, after years of having to hear stories about Freddie's sexual experiences and the way he dominated people, it didn't ever sound to me as if anyone ever had the guts to stand up to him, to give it him back, it must be something he wasn't used to. But it was something that I was willing to try out.
I ignored his threatening little line and smirked at him, knowing I was having a lasting effect on him after he thought he was the one that was succeeding with me, and I was about to tip him over the edge if I wasn't careful...but maybe that was what I wanted, years upon years I've had to sit through him talking about how and where he had fucked a stranger, leaving me to only imagine him doing that to me, only his words and descriptions to go on, only my yearn and imagination to keep me satisfied.
And now I had the chance, I was going to take every opportunity to have Mercury show me what he was really like, not what he made himself out to be like.
The feeling of empowerment was throbbing through my veins, I had made the first move, I think it surprised us both, but it felt amazing.
To have finally had a sneaky touch of him after dreaming about if for years, even when I was trying to put myself off him for so long, he was still my fantasy. And now I'd had a touch...I wanted a taste.
But if I'd learnt anything about Freddie throughout the years of knowing him, it was that he always tried to get his own way. So that was probably going to be a lot harder than it seemed to be.
"Bad move?" I questioned, a cheeky smile lingering on my lips, "What's the matter? Have I sparked off a little need in you now? Y'know, that need that you said wasn't there anymore after having been celebate for so long..."
"Brian, I-" he started, trying to sit up but I didn't let him, cutting his words off again.
"It must have been torture for you." I said, almost arrogantly, enjoying watching his facial expression turn from one that thought he was winning when it came to being the one in charge, to one that was small and confused, almost worried at was I was about to say next.
His eyebrows furrowed and he shook his head, "Torture?" He questioned.
I recoiled a little, straddling him but kneeling, not sitting on him, I wasn't about to give him that yet. He still wanted to get off the bottom, he was still trying to break free.
I shrugged casually, "When I was fucking Charlie, and not you." I watched him physically wince at that name.
My ammunition had now been fired and I was ready for a war.