Another Queen slash fic.
Title: You’re My Only One
Author: sandssavvy
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Froggie and Freddie/?
Summary: It’s 1974, Brian is getting married, and secrets are revealed.
It was a week before Brian’s wedding and Freddie and Roger were getting drunk. This was not an unusual occurrence, but there was something different about it. Roger knew something was wrong with Freddie. However, there seemed to be an unspoken agreement in the band not to confront him about it.
Roger had never been good at following unspoken rules.
Freddie was currently drinking vodka at an alarming rate for someone whose favorite drink was champagne.
Half his face was concealed by his hair giving him an almost ethereal look. Roger had never met anyone like him before. He was an exotic surrounded by seas of pale Englishmen, and more flamboyant and outlandish than anyone had the right to be.
Roger swallowed before he asked, “Fred, what’s wrong?”
Freddie lifted his head and frowned, “What do you mean?”
Freddie always had a way of infecting everyone’s emotions with his own. People in Tibet probably knew Freddie was miserable right now. Roger settled for giving Freddie his best “don’t shit with me” look.
Freddie sighed as he acknowledged that he would find no peace until he admitted what was wrong. “Mary and I… we’re not doing very well.”
Roger raised an eyebrow at this trying to ignore how his heartbeat seemed to speed up. “I thought you said she told you she loves you?” He knew Freddie wasn’t telling him the whole truth from the way that he averted his eyes.
“I love her too, that’s not the problem, dear.” The younger man blinked as he tried to take this all in. He couldn’t explain why hearing Freddie say he loved Mary bothered him so much now. He had said it many times before, but now it seemed like his hopes had been crushed. Damn this alcohol, he was usually able to keep those thoughts about his flamboyant friend at bay. Still, his curiosity was not sated.
“So what is the problem? I mean if you two love each other…” Roger trailed off as Freddie’s hand tightened around his glass.
“It’s nothing.” Freddie evaded looking genuinely upset.
Roger didn’t heed the warning signs, “There’s obviously something wrong. You know you can tell me anything.”
“I can’t tell you things I’m not sure about myself!” Freddie snarled loosing his temper.
Roger sighed as he realized he was on dangerous ground. “Please Freddie I thought we were friends.”
“It’s really personal Roger,” Freddie warned.
Roger was starting to get angry now, he hated it when people kept secrets from him. “Why do you always keep secrets from us? Why don’t you trust me?!” Maybe it was just the drink but all the secrecy was starting to hurt.
“I do trust you,” Freddie objected.
“Then why won’t you tell me?!”
“I’M GAY ROGER!” Freddie shouted. Roger stared at him for a moment taking this in, and was about to say something when he realized Freddie was still talking. Now that he had admitted the problem, the rest of what he was holding back was let out in a flood.
“-thought it might have been be- because of the boarding school at first. I mean, I was there from when I was eight until I was sixteen. How was I supposed to turn out, when I don’t see girls my age for eight years? I … I sort of started seeing a guy when I was fourteen, but we never went far. We were friends more than boyfriends. I used to think that once I was out of there things would be different. I slept with some girls and it wasn’t bad it just didn’t seem right.
“Then I met Mary and fell for her. I thought I was straight after that or at least bi, but I’m gay. I’m a huge cosmic joke. The pouf who fell in love with a girl. Then as if that’s not complicated enough, I’ve fallen in love with a straight man who loves a bloody girl! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?!”
Roger was in shock. It didn’t really surprise him that Freddie was gay, what with his past and his… flamboyance. The fact that Freddie had been going through all this and none of the band had realized was bothering Roger.
A part of him was rejoicing that Freddie was gay, but Roger tried his best to ignore it.
Freddie himself looked horrified. He had obviously not meant to say all of that. Roger was scrabbling for something to say to calm him but nothing came.
Suddenly Freddie stood up and headed, in something that resembled a line, to the door. He had obviously misinterpreted Roger’s silence.
Roger followed him, “where are you going?”
Freddie spun around to glare at him, “it’s obvious you don’t want me here now. I can’t help what I am Roger!”
Great, Roger thought, now he thinks I’m a bigot. “I’m not upset Freddie.”
“The hell you aren’t! I saw the way you stiffened up when I said it.” The dark haired man said looking betrayed.
Roger grabbed Freddie’s arm to keep him from leaving, but was shoved out of the way. Before he realized what he was doing he seized Freddie by his arms and kissed him. For a moment it seemed like Freddie was going to push him away, but then he melted into the fair-haired man’s embrace.
The kiss quickly grew more desperate, and they were filled with need and hunger. Soon they made their way to the bedroom stumbling a few times before Roger fell on top Freddie on the bed. Their breaths were coming in gasps now and everywhere their skin touched it burned.
Roger quickly took off his own clothes before helping Freddie remove his. Roger’s hands were shaking now in anticipation.
Freddie was kissing him again and clutching him like his life depended on it. Freddie’s grip slowly relaxed and Freddie arched against Roger’s teasing touches. The blonde was lightly bringing his fingers across his nipples.
The soft pressure of Roger’s hands was slowly driving Freddie mad as he surrendered to the sensations that were overtaking him.
The singer tossed his head back as Roger’s hand clutched his aching cock. Roger was flushed, the rosy blush stood out on his fair skin, and his breathing was erratic.
Roger captured Freddie’s mouth with his own again before pulling back and staring into his friend’s lust darkened eyes. He licked his own kiss swollen lips. Freddie’s eyes followed the movement hungrily.
Roger reached for the Vaseline on the cabinet.
Freddie was starting to feel nervous, even through the haze of lust, he had never gone all the way. He’d also heard that it could be painful if done wrong.
“Roger dear… are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Roger smiled and gave Freddie’s manhood another tug to distract him as he lubed a finger.
Freddie moaned as Roger answered, “Yes Freddie, I’ve done my research.” He quickly spread Freddie’s legs which distracted him from the question of why Roger would research that. Of course he couldn’t tell him that he’d been afraid that if he ever had this chance he’d botch it up. He had been thinking of this moment for too long.
Roger slowly prepared the other man, shuddering as he listened to the moans and cries escape Freddie. Roger brought himself up to kiss the dark man before he slowly pushed his cock past the tight ring of muscle.
The older man gasped at the sensation. Roger paused partway inside his friend, and allowed him time to relax before thrusting farther in. Freddie’s hands were clinging to his back as he arched against him; his head was thrown back in pleasure-pain.
Roger was struggling not to move too fast or hard into his band mate. Sex had never been like this before. None of his partners had been this hot and ohgodsotight.
Roger slowly sped up their movements. The singer was easily matching his rhythm. Roger moaned as the smaller man did a strange twist with his hips.
Freddie noticed Roger’s reaction and threw him a wicked smile before tightening his muscles. Roger moaned loudly and brought his head down for a heated kiss. Freddie kissed, arched, and writhed beneath him.
He was trying desperately to draw it out, to make these moments last, and carve them into his memory. Unfortunately, it reached it’s end. First Freddie cried out his release loudly beneath Roger. The tightening of his muscles and the expression of pure ecstasy on his face did Roger in. He followed Freddie over the edge as he cried out his lover’s name.
Roger panted on top of Freddie for a moment before he gently pulled out of his body. He laid on his side, pulling Freddie into a one armed embrace. The other man’s eyes were already drooping from the mix of sex, alcohol, and sleep deprivation. Soon he drifted off in Roger’s arms.
The blonde gently pulled the sheets over them careful not to wake Freddie.
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Roger woke later to the feeling of Freddie moving in his sleep beside him. He was making small panicking sounds in his sleep, and Roger brought him closer to himself. He made quiet shushing sounds and tenderly kissed his lover’s forehead.
Freddie relaxed to his touch and sighed softly. Roger lay back and smiled. Then he heard Freddie murmur something so softly he barely heard it.
“Brian.”
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Author: sandssavvy
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Froggie and Freddie/?
Summary: It’s 1974, Brian is getting married, and secrets are revealed.
It was a week before Brian’s wedding and Freddie and Roger were getting drunk. This was not an unusual occurrence, but there was something different about it. Roger knew something was wrong with Freddie. However, there seemed to be an unspoken agreement in the band not to confront him about it.
Roger had never been good at following unspoken rules.
Freddie was currently drinking vodka at an alarming rate for someone whose favorite drink was champagne.
Half his face was concealed by his hair giving him an almost ethereal look. Roger had never met anyone like him before. He was an exotic surrounded by seas of pale Englishmen, and more flamboyant and outlandish than anyone had the right to be.
Roger swallowed before he asked, “Fred, what’s wrong?”
Freddie lifted his head and frowned, “What do you mean?”
Freddie always had a way of infecting everyone’s emotions with his own. People in Tibet probably knew Freddie was miserable right now. Roger settled for giving Freddie his best “don’t shit with me” look.
Freddie sighed as he acknowledged that he would find no peace until he admitted what was wrong. “Mary and I… we’re not doing very well.”
Roger raised an eyebrow at this trying to ignore how his heartbeat seemed to speed up. “I thought you said she told you she loves you?” He knew Freddie wasn’t telling him the whole truth from the way that he averted his eyes.
“I love her too, that’s not the problem, dear.” The younger man blinked as he tried to take this all in. He couldn’t explain why hearing Freddie say he loved Mary bothered him so much now. He had said it many times before, but now it seemed like his hopes had been crushed. Damn this alcohol, he was usually able to keep those thoughts about his flamboyant friend at bay. Still, his curiosity was not sated.
“So what is the problem? I mean if you two love each other…” Roger trailed off as Freddie’s hand tightened around his glass.
“It’s nothing.” Freddie evaded looking genuinely upset.
Roger didn’t heed the warning signs, “There’s obviously something wrong. You know you can tell me anything.”
“I can’t tell you things I’m not sure about myself!” Freddie snarled loosing his temper.
Roger sighed as he realized he was on dangerous ground. “Please Freddie I thought we were friends.”
“It’s really personal Roger,” Freddie warned.
Roger was starting to get angry now, he hated it when people kept secrets from him. “Why do you always keep secrets from us? Why don’t you trust me?!” Maybe it was just the drink but all the secrecy was starting to hurt.
“I do trust you,” Freddie objected.
“Then why won’t you tell me?!”
“I’M GAY ROGER!” Freddie shouted. Roger stared at him for a moment taking this in, and was about to say something when he realized Freddie was still talking. Now that he had admitted the problem, the rest of what he was holding back was let out in a flood.
“-thought it might have been be- because of the boarding school at first. I mean, I was there from when I was eight until I was sixteen. How was I supposed to turn out, when I don’t see girls my age for eight years? I … I sort of started seeing a guy when I was fourteen, but we never went far. We were friends more than boyfriends. I used to think that once I was out of there things would be different. I slept with some girls and it wasn’t bad it just didn’t seem right.
“Then I met Mary and fell for her. I thought I was straight after that or at least bi, but I’m gay. I’m a huge cosmic joke. The pouf who fell in love with a girl. Then as if that’s not complicated enough, I’ve fallen in love with a straight man who loves a bloody girl! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?!”
Roger was in shock. It didn’t really surprise him that Freddie was gay, what with his past and his… flamboyance. The fact that Freddie had been going through all this and none of the band had realized was bothering Roger.
A part of him was rejoicing that Freddie was gay, but Roger tried his best to ignore it.
Freddie himself looked horrified. He had obviously not meant to say all of that. Roger was scrabbling for something to say to calm him but nothing came.
Suddenly Freddie stood up and headed, in something that resembled a line, to the door. He had obviously misinterpreted Roger’s silence.
Roger followed him, “where are you going?”
Freddie spun around to glare at him, “it’s obvious you don’t want me here now. I can’t help what I am Roger!”
Great, Roger thought, now he thinks I’m a bigot. “I’m not upset Freddie.”
“The hell you aren’t! I saw the way you stiffened up when I said it.” The dark haired man said looking betrayed.
Roger grabbed Freddie’s arm to keep him from leaving, but was shoved out of the way. Before he realized what he was doing he seized Freddie by his arms and kissed him. For a moment it seemed like Freddie was going to push him away, but then he melted into the fair-haired man’s embrace.
The kiss quickly grew more desperate, and they were filled with need and hunger. Soon they made their way to the bedroom stumbling a few times before Roger fell on top Freddie on the bed. Their breaths were coming in gasps now and everywhere their skin touched it burned.
Roger quickly took off his own clothes before helping Freddie remove his. Roger’s hands were shaking now in anticipation.
Freddie was kissing him again and clutching him like his life depended on it. Freddie’s grip slowly relaxed and Freddie arched against Roger’s teasing touches. The blonde was lightly bringing his fingers across his nipples.
The soft pressure of Roger’s hands was slowly driving Freddie mad as he surrendered to the sensations that were overtaking him.
The singer tossed his head back as Roger’s hand clutched his aching cock. Roger was flushed, the rosy blush stood out on his fair skin, and his breathing was erratic.
Roger captured Freddie’s mouth with his own again before pulling back and staring into his friend’s lust darkened eyes. He licked his own kiss swollen lips. Freddie’s eyes followed the movement hungrily.
Roger reached for the Vaseline on the cabinet.
Freddie was starting to feel nervous, even through the haze of lust, he had never gone all the way. He’d also heard that it could be painful if done wrong.
“Roger dear… are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Roger smiled and gave Freddie’s manhood another tug to distract him as he lubed a finger.
Freddie moaned as Roger answered, “Yes Freddie, I’ve done my research.” He quickly spread Freddie’s legs which distracted him from the question of why Roger would research that. Of course he couldn’t tell him that he’d been afraid that if he ever had this chance he’d botch it up. He had been thinking of this moment for too long.
Roger slowly prepared the other man, shuddering as he listened to the moans and cries escape Freddie. Roger brought himself up to kiss the dark man before he slowly pushed his cock past the tight ring of muscle.
The older man gasped at the sensation. Roger paused partway inside his friend, and allowed him time to relax before thrusting farther in. Freddie’s hands were clinging to his back as he arched against him; his head was thrown back in pleasure-pain.
Roger was struggling not to move too fast or hard into his band mate. Sex had never been like this before. None of his partners had been this hot and ohgodsotight.
Roger slowly sped up their movements. The singer was easily matching his rhythm. Roger moaned as the smaller man did a strange twist with his hips.
Freddie noticed Roger’s reaction and threw him a wicked smile before tightening his muscles. Roger moaned loudly and brought his head down for a heated kiss. Freddie kissed, arched, and writhed beneath him.
He was trying desperately to draw it out, to make these moments last, and carve them into his memory. Unfortunately, it reached it’s end. First Freddie cried out his release loudly beneath Roger. The tightening of his muscles and the expression of pure ecstasy on his face did Roger in. He followed Freddie over the edge as he cried out his lover’s name.
Roger panted on top of Freddie for a moment before he gently pulled out of his body. He laid on his side, pulling Freddie into a one armed embrace. The other man’s eyes were already drooping from the mix of sex, alcohol, and sleep deprivation. Soon he drifted off in Roger’s arms.
The blonde gently pulled the sheets over them careful not to wake Freddie.
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Roger woke later to the feeling of Freddie moving in his sleep beside him. He was making small panicking sounds in his sleep, and Roger brought him closer to himself. He made quiet shushing sounds and tenderly kissed his lover’s forehead.
Freddie relaxed to his touch and sighed softly. Roger lay back and smiled. Then he heard Freddie murmur something so softly he barely heard it.
“Brian.”
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