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It was a late night. The hot sexy sky slipping away under the moon’s grasp, it was almost full. The same couldn’t be said about the empty physics classroom however, it had flickered away and succumbed to the darkness easily. There was only one remaining student there, currently staring up at the darkening sky with interest as it formed. His fingers twitched with an itch to play his guitar, but in the moment he was much more invested in the shining constellations. Just waiting to be gazed upon.
Brian May was always up for some stargazing.
Luckily for him, he was allowed up there on the second floor with the physics telescope without any issues. The teachers adored him that much. He always got top marks and was a respectable student, that and his height seemed to make bullies think twice before picking on him. That didn’t stop them from trying, though. They always tried, but he always managed to keep himself away from all of that. He had learned that well enough in High School, University was easier to navigate anyway.
He reached out and took his telescope, bringing it to his eye. He stared for a while, brown eyes mapping out different stars and patterns before actually noting them down in his notebook. Before long he had a collection of different constellations, sketched out with diagrams and coordinates listed down. His page looked like a mess to him, but it was actually rather neat in terms of random research. Brian sighed, looking up at the almost full moon without using the telescope. He was in awe of the vast galaxy, the universe and every creature that ever existed. How was all of it possible, how did it —
His thoughts cut themselves off at an almost distant noise, a hypnotising whimpering that took him by surprise. Brian turned his head robotically to the direction of the sound, moving himself over to the opposite classroom window and opening it properly. The wind rushed in and blew his hair sideways, however it didn’t block his view. What view was there to see, you ask, well Brian definitely saw something strange and yet so incredibly beautiful that he couldn’t help but look. There, some distance away, was a crying figure. They were bundled up and scrunched up to the wall, with their head in their hands and resting on their knees.
Long blonde hair cascaded around their face, moving ever so slightly at every hiccup or whimper. From what Brian could see, it was a young man, trying to hide his vulnerabilities from the world. Brian felt for him, he could understand the silent suffering that the world tended to dish out without care. The crying man wiped his nose, standing unsteadily and sniffling. He…was so sad. It was almost as if he had a spider sense, he paused and his head snapped up to face Brian. And although they were far apart, Brian could see the red puffy skin around his eyes. But his eyes…bright cerulean blue, shining like iridescent opals.
He was captivated, but that didn’t seem to bother the man as his face shifted from one of surprise to anger as he immediately grabbed his bag (that Brian wasn’t even aware of) and ran off somewhere. His eyes were fixed to the spot the blonde was last in. It was almost like Brian was in shock, he wasn’t even sure how long he had stood there cluelessly until he felt himself shiver. He took a step back, looking over to the telescope with a small sigh. There was no possible way to see that man again, as much as Brian may have wanted to. He had been so pretty, even with tears in his eyes.
It was much colder outside than Brian anticipated. He had finished star gazing in the classroom, having put the telescope away in it’s proper place hurriedly. He didn’t know why he had become so worried suddenly, perhaps the poor crying man had made him feel like this. His appearance had immediately made Brian curious. Why had he needed to cry? What had hurt him? He wanted to find out, he felt bad for pretty much invading his space and making him feel more vulnerable. He…was also a very beautiful man…it only made Brian want to apologise more.
He began to head his way home through town, with only his casual clothes on and without a coat of any kind. Brian was letting the biting cold at him freely, with no way to make himself warmer. A particularly bad draft ran through his bones and he bunched up his shoulders, deciding that the next time he was going to star gaze he would at least take a thick jumper or a jacket. As he walked through the University’s on site dormitory, he could distantly hear the thump of music, it was always familiar to Brian.
The closer he got to his own dormitory, the louder the music got, the more the deep vibrating bass hit his soul. He sighed in relief when he saw that it wasn’t his dormitory that was lit up like a birthday party, but in fact the dorms next door. Still, he wouldn’t be able to sleep properly until three am or later. But alas, he was in no mood for a party and would rather be sleep deprived tomorrow than have a raging hangover. He walked past the heated dormitory, for a split second he wondered if the blonde man he had seen was in there, but he didn’t try to let himself think of it. He was already feeling more pulled towards the party, that crying man had really gotten to him, hadn’t it?
Brian headed over to his dormitory with a sigh, getting in and quickly running up to his flat. He unlocked his door and immediately pushed his hand onto his hair, not quite brushing through it but the act was enough to cool him down mentally. Why was he so calm now that he was home? It didn’t quite make sense to him, but he shrugged it off. He was just tired from all his coursework and generally just…living. It was too hard around there, even harder with Tim trying to get the band off of the ground, especially since he kept urging a busy Brian to meet their new drummer. He switched on the lights with a small tap, feeling the instant relaxation seep into his skin as he felt at home.
But as if he were cursed, there was a loud banging at the door. Brian groaned, opening the door to face a surprised Tim Staffell. Obviously he hadn’t expected Brian to open the door so quickly. “Hey, Brian, wanna go to a party?” Brian had given the other a look, a look of endless days of working and little freedom that didn’t even get through to Tim. “Come on,” He said, clapping him on the shoulder. “You deserve to loosen up!” He sighed, rolling his eyes.
“Fine,”