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A few weeks had passed, and things were actually starting to look up. Brian was sat at the kitchen table, newspaper in hand, boyfriend cuddled into his side, and he couldn’t have felt happier. He couldn’t feel Roger’s shakes from left over withdrawal, as it had faded in the passing time. He didn’t have to look into blood shot eyes every morning, because they were now back to their normal, vibrant blue that Brian had missed so much. And Brian couldn’t be any more thankful for the medication that Roger had been prescribed. Roger had become a lot more happier, it was nearly as if nothing had happened. Nearly. Even though the drummer was smiling a lot more, and ventured into conversations a lot more often, he still wasn’t as affectionate as he once was. Brian missed that about his boyfriend. He missed the morning kiss and the hugs from behind, and most of all he missed the sex. But he didn’t know how to approach Roger about it. He didn’t want him to feel as if he was being forced, or that he was making Brian miserable. Because he wasn’t. Brian loved Roger, and would wait for him as long as he needed him too.
Roger shifted next to him, obviously trying to be discreet about trying to read over Brian’s shoulder at the newspaper. Brian only smiled, placing a light kiss on top of blonde hair, receiving a sleepy smile in response.
Their silence was interrupted by the front door slamming open, followed by Freddie’s shrill voice emerging through the flat.
“Food has arrived!”
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They all sat around the table, happily eating their Chinese takeaway. They contently chatted about little things, the odd laugh being thrown around before Brian finished his plate. He glanced over at Roger to see that he had finished as well. And by that, he had finished everything on his plate. Brian couldn’t help the huge grin that spread across his face. This had been the second time Roger had finished his whole plate, and Brian couldn’t be prouder of his boyfriend.
He placed a hand on the drummer’s thigh, making the blonde meet his gaze. Roger immediately returned the smile.
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As soon as they had finished dinner, both couples resigned themselves to their rooms. Brian got changed before getting into bed. He watched as Roger got changed in front of him, and not in the bathroom. He saw that Roger’s arms were healing nicely, and you would only see the small dots there if you knew they were there. His legs were also healing. Some of the cuts had scarred, and some of them were still scabbed over and a bit red, but Brian saw no need for concern. Once Roger was changed, he slid into bed next to Brian and wrapped himself around the older man. They sat in silence or a while, just drinking in each other’s presence.
“Bri?”
Brian turned his head to look at the blonde. “Rog?”
“Thank you,” Roger said with a small smile.
“For what?” Brian asked, his face contorting in confusion.
“For everything. I don’t think I’d be here without you Brian.”
Brian smiled before slowly leaning down to Roger’ slips. He waited to see if Roger moved away, and when he didn’t, he pressed their lips together. What he wasn’t expecting was for Roger to try to continue kissing him once he’d pulled away. Roger kept kissing Brian on the lips before moving down to his neck.
“Rog are you sure?” Brian breathed.
Roger moved so he was straddling Brian before leaning down to kiss him. When he pulled away, he lingered close to Brian’s face before whispering, “I’m sure.”
They took it slow and gentle, still not used to having each other this close again. But afterwards, Brian could fully admit that he was glad he waited. To have the whole of Roger back made him so happy.
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Brian fell back against the pillows, breathing heavily as Roger lay down next to him, a hand on his chest.
“I’ve missed you,” Brian mumbled, taking Roger’s hand and kissing each finger.
“I’ve missed you too Bri.”
They lay together for a long while. Roger traced patterns into Brian’s skin as Brian stroked his fingers through Roger’s hair.
Roger stopped tracing, looking up at Brian before propping himself up on Brian’s chest so he could look at the older man’s face properly.
“You promise you still love me?”
Brian knew that Roger would still be insecure, he didn’t expect him to be healed overnight.
“I promise,” Brian reassured him. “Do you promise you still love me?”
“Always,” Roger said with a lazy grin. “I could never stop loving you Brian May.”
Brian chuckled, placing a chaste kiss onto the blonde man’s lips. “I couldn’t ever stop loving you either Roger Taylor.”