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Roger and Freddie were good friends. Special friends. Best friends. They had a relationship with each other that no one quite understood, least of all them. But they were certainly a pair. A pair of drama queens if you asked Brian. They were both unique individuals that operated on another level.
"You wanna go out tonight?" Brian asked Roger.
"What?" Roger asked. He had been tapping on the table with his drumsticks, the beginnings of a song starting to form in his head. He had heard
Brian but hadn't processed what he was saying.
"We should go out," Brian said. "To a bar. And meet women."
"Gross," Freddie said.
"Oh, grow up, Freddie!" Brian complained.
"Freddie doesn't want to go," Roger said.
"I didn't ask Freddie," Brian said. "I asked you."
Roger just shrugged. He wasn't sure if he was allowed to go out or if Freddie thought it was "gross" and he should be doing something better with his time.
"It'll be fun," Deaky said. "You don't have to meet women. We can just go for some drinks and hang out."
"What's the point if you aren't there to meet someone?" Freddie asked.
"There are lots of reasons to go to a party besides hooking up," Deaky said.
"Name one," Freddie said.
"Drugs?" Roger asked. "Booze?"
"We have those here," Freddie said.
"You love parties, Freddie," Roger said.
"Do I?" Roger asked. "I suppose you know me better than I know myself."
"I think I'm grounded," Roger said. "I can't go to the bar."
"Freddie has the ability to ground you?" Brian asked. "Why don't I have that authority?"
"I think it's the mustache," Deaky said.
In truth, Roger didn't really feel like going to the bar that night. He wasn't sure why. He was tired and didn't feel like hooking up with anyone. And like Freddie said, they had plenty to do at home.
"Roger, you have to pick between Freddie and your good friends me and Deaky," Brian said.
"Why do I have to choose?" Roger complained. Brian was making this a thing. He always made things out of nothing.
Deaky looked like he wasn't really wanting to be involved in this war, but he said nothing.
"Would you rather meet girls or stay home with Freddie?" Brian asked.
"I'd rather stay home with Freddie," Roger said, surprising himself as he realized this was true. "What of it?"
"Nothing of it," Brian said. "I just wondered. If something was going on here."
"What kind of something?" Deaky asked frowning.
"Nothing's going on," Freddie said. "He just likes me more than he likes you losers."
Roger wasn't sure whether to agree with that or not. "What like it's weird because he's gay? Is that what you're saying?"
"I didn't say it was weird," Brian said. "I was just fishing for information."
"I don't have any information," Roger said. "I'm a moron."
"It's true," Freddie said.
"I think what Brian is trying to ask is if there's anything going on between the two of you?" Deaky asked. He didn't want to get involved but sometimes you had to speak to Roger very directly or he would not understand what you were saying.
"What do you mean?" Roger asked.
Okay, maybe he didn't understand even when you were direct.
"I was just curious as to whether or not you had hooked up with Freddie," Brian said.
Roger looked at him confused for a moment and then finally understood. He supposed it wasn't that crazy of a question. He was close to Freddie. Really close. And he was pleasing enough to look at, for a bloke. "Not yet," Roger said, trying to be controversial.
"Yet?" Freddie asked, a smug smile forming on his lips. "I guess we have discovered what Roger would like to do tonight."
"I didn't say that," Roger said.
"You didn't not say it either," Brian said. "Listen, Roger. You're an idiot. You like Freddie, and we all know it except you."
"I know it!" Roger said.
"You do?" Freddie asked.
"Stop talking to me! You're all confusing me!" Roger complained. "I mean... I don't know. I've thought about it, okay?"
"Was I good, when you imagined us together?" Freddie asked.
"I mean..." Roger said. "I sort of have a hard time picturing it."
"Like you've never fucked someone in the ass before, Taylor," Brian said.
"Maybe Freddie's a top," Deaky added helpfully.
"I'm not a bottom!" Roger said. He actually was not sure and that was what made it confusing but he absolutely didn't want to talk to Brian of all people about this.
"We can work it out any way you want it, darling," Freddie said. He was giving Roger lovey-dovey eyes and Roger didn't know what to do with himself. He was gripping his drumsticks so tight his knuckles had turned white without him noticing.
"Freddie," Roger said. "Can we talk about this later? As in later when Brian and Deaky aren't here?"
"I always love to have you alone, love," Freddie said.
"Right," Roger said. "We'll talk later." He gave Freddie a meaningful look.
"Can't wait," Freddie said.