John's P.O.V.
The date was going perfectly. The atmosphere was perfect, the food was perfect, the conversation was perfect...Roger was perfect.
After clumsily feeding each other forkfuls of our food for the other to try we had shared a dessert and now we were just sipping on what was our second bottle of Moët and Chandon.
"How do you think Fred's coping with being alone with Brian?" Roger asked, grinning.
"I'm going to take a wild guess and say, not very well." I chuckled imagining the scenarios that could have been happening.
"That boy is crazy about him. I feel bad that we're kind of advancing and Brian might not even like men. Fred might never get a chance with him..." Roger sounded genuinely sad about the prospect.
"He's done so much to help us...we need to try and help Freddie now..." I swilled my champagne around in my glass.
"I agree." Roger nodded.
There was a comfortable silence until Roger spoke again.
"So, Deaks. Out of ten, how was tonight?" He asked, blushing.
"Are you kidding me. It was way above a ten." I grabbed his hand from across the table and he let me take it, I felt his thumb stroke my hand and a shiver travelled down my spine.
"So...does this mean we can go on another date?" He looked down all bashful.
I squeezed his hand and he looked up at me again, "Of course. The sooner the better." I grinned.
He raised his eyebrows in shock and cracked into a smile, "Tomorrow?" He said quietly.
My heart skipped a beat, I thought I'd have to wait till next week to have Roger all to myself again but to be able to have him tomorrow?! How could I resist?
"Yes! Tomorrow." I nodded eagerly.
His smile grew and he laughed, "Amazing."
We had finished our champagne and we were ready to leave, "I'm just going to nip to the toilet, I'll be right back." He said as he slipped away.
Once he was out of sight I let out a heavy sigh of satisfaction. A noticeable warmth was present in my heart, I felt lucky. Loads of people were after him and he chose me? I felt wonderful that I was no longer hiding behind a mask anymore. We were in it together.
I just hope, really hope that we end up getting together. I would be the happiest person in the world.
"Are you ready to go?" I felt his hands on my shoulders as he stood behind my chair, I nodded and stood up, he held open my jacket...Freddie's jacket...and I slipped it on.
"We need to pay." I reminded him as we were leaving out through the doors.
"I've already paid, Deaky, don't worry." He flashed me a gorgeous grin. "Shall we?" He offered me his arm, I was shocked but I wasn't one to deny, so I linked in with him and we headed to a taxi, he must have already called it for us.
It was like he was completely comfortable and didn't care if people looked at us, I wished and wanted to not care but I still had this niggling feeling in the back of my mind that people would look at us and judge...especially if it's the press, they'd have a field day if they caught two members of Queen hooking up. But I tried to ignore those thoughts and embrace the feel of our arms linked together.
We bundled into the taxi and soon we were on our way home, it was just past midnight and I was getting tired but I was still hyper about the date with Roger, we sat closely, I wanted to hold his hand but resisted the urge, I glanced at him as he looked through the window, he was utterly gorgeous.
Soon the taxi pulled up in front of our house, I couldn't decide if living in the same house was a blessing or a nightmare, at least I didn't have to say goodbye to him at the end of the night, but I did have him in the room next to mine which was going to test my patience and temptations.
Roger paid the driver and we got out, I linked my arm in with his again and we walked up the steps to the front door, he tested the handle and it was unlocked, Freddie had probably been waiting up for us.
We got in and quietly went down the hallway into the living room, it was eerily quiet but the lights were still on.
We cautiously looked around the living room but couldn't see anyone, but Rog poked me silently and motioned over to the kitchen, we exchanged 'oh shit' expressions as there, sitting at the breakfast bar with his head down on the table and his hand wrapped around a glass of vodka...was Freddie.
"I'll go see if he's alright, I'll come see you before I go to bed." I smiled at Roger who nodded at me and made his way up the stairs.
Either Freddie was asleep and hadn't heard us or was just so drunk he couldn't lift his head up.
I tiptoed towards him and took a seat opposite him, I carefully prised the glass from his hand in case he woke with a start and spilled its contents. I gently tugged on a bit of his hair, he stirred a little.
"Freddie?" I whispered.
He groaned groggily and slowly lifted up his head, wincing from the light in his eyes as he rubbed them. I was rewarded with a cute, little, tired smile when he saw me.
"You're back..." he whispered, his voice thick with exhaustion.
He wasn't drunk, he'd just fallen asleep. And he looked adorable.
"Yeah, we just got back." I whispered.
He cleared his throat and stretched his back, "How did it go?" He yawned but he seemed to be waking up.
I giggled, "It was perfect."
His smile grew and he had adoration in his eyes as he watched me.
"That's wonderful, Deaks. It really is." He grabbed my hand and squeezed it.
"Anything juicy happen?" He smirked.
"Not really, we just talked, told secrets, things like that." I shrugged.
"Did you hold hands?" His eyes were sparkling.
"No...we linked arms though."
Fred giggled and looked like an excited puppy.
"We're going on another date tomorrow..." I bit my lip and watched his eyes widen with shock.
"Tomorrow?!" He hissed.
I chuckled nodding my head, feeling a blush creep through my cheeks.
"That's brilliant, darling! Do you think you're going to get together?" He leaned further forward.
I shrugged, "I don't know. I hope so."
"Oh you will. I just know it." He found his glass of vodka and took a mouthful.
"How was your night in with Brian hmm?" I said playfully.
He looked down and messed about with his glass.
"It was okay." He answered, not looking at me.
"Fred?" I pushed.
He looked up and looked pained. "I wanted to...ask him some questions and knew the only way he'd answer me was...to get him drunk..." he cowered.
I groaned, knowing his story wasn't going to be a happy ending.
