Brian and John were best friends. It didn’t looked like that at first sight, but they were. Both being shy and more erased, they quickly found in each other support. And, as being best friends, they had no real secrets towards each others.
John knew Brian had fallen for Freddie the really first time he had seen the singer’s exotic gaze.
And Brian ( Read more... )

Brian massaged his temples. They were four fucking queens. How nice. Then he feels a soft brush at left. Freddie’s asleep face was searching for heat comfort. Reaching nothing but cold, his black painted hand flung out, continuing the aching search. He finally managed to find Brian’s hand, gently hold it, a sweet smile curved his lips, falling into ( Read more... )

-Roger. What time is it darling?
-It’s…
Last night had been fun. Stealing to Freddie like that was marvellous. What a feeling to feel Brian against you, on you, in you, and face his boyfriend the day after, smiling to you.
Ignorance is bliss.
But then he realize that his wrist was completely nude.
The singer was waiting innocently.
-Soooooo? Roggie, do ( Read more... )

This one is our Bri, left alone with his shattered heart.

What was he doing? He was being fucked, that he knows. Adrenaline was still rushing through his veins but he began to found his conscience. The feeling was indeed wonderful. Brian’s nails were digging a pillow - he doesn’t even know who was fucking him - but he doesn’t care. It was GOOD.
-H… ( Read more... )

I'm not really good at blogging. I always give up.

This one is a Frian, one of the first I've wrote.

-I’m sorry…
-I’m not.
-Pardon?
-You heard me dear. I am not sorry for being such a bitch. I’m sorry to hurt you, but that’s the way I am. However it’s not like we were a couple, aren’t we?
-…right.
Brian stares at his friend. Freddie was always over- ( Read more... )

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The couch isn’t comfy. I’d like to be close to you. So I could press my cold feet against yours to warm them up. You’d let out a tiny scream, digging a finger in my ribs, telling me to “not do that, dear”. But you would let me do it anyway because I’d do my sad-look you can’t resist. And our lips would brush. I'd shiver and you'd flutter your ( Read more... )