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Roger was nice to look at. He was confident in that. Everyone thought it. It was half the reason that women liked him so much. Or why anyone liked him so much, really. He had begun to think that people only liked him for his looks. And he was fairly certain that he was right about it.

When people talked to him, they hardly ever had any compliments about his personality. It was always about his hair, or his eyes, or the way he was dressing or just ‘you look nice tonight, Mr. Taylor?’

People only wanted to hang out with him because he was eye candy, no other reason.

The other boys seemed to have kind of caught wind that something was bothering him.

He was lying in bed, having a pity party for himself when there was a little knock on the door.

“Rog? Can we come in?”

“Guess so.”

The door opened, and in walked the other three occupants of the flat who made themselves comfortable in the space he wasn’t taking up on his bed.

“So.” Brian began. “Are you going to tell us what’s got you so blue, or are you going to keep on sulking?”

“Nobody likes me for me anymore.”

“Pardon me?”

“Nobody likes me for me. I’m just some pretty face for people to look at, they don’t care what’s underneath that.”

“That’s bullshit.”

“It’s true.”

“People don’t like to talk to me for any other reason, though.”

“We’ll they’re idiots.” John argued.

“You’re very smart, and you have lots and lots of interesting things to talk about. They can go fuck themselves.” 

“Yeah?”

“Of course! You’re fantastic. You’re a two in one deal. Beautiful and madly intelligent.”

“You mean that?”

“Have you known me to lie?”

“No…”

“Then what do you think?”

“Yes?”

“Good answer.”

“You’re wonderful, Rog, inside and out, no matter what anyone else says. And if you’re getting bored of stupid conversation with people who don’t appreciate you like they should, you can always have one of us rescue you.”

He really didn’t have a reason to be hard. Everything that they were doing was innocent. Snuggled up together under a blanket, watching some documentary about space and the stars and the things that he held near and dear to his heart.

And there John was, hard from just being pressed up against his boyfriend and hearing the sound of his voice.

He desperately hoped he wouldn’t notice. That would be absolutely, positively mortifying. He had himself awkwardly twisted around at an angle where Brian hopefully wouldn’t be able to tell a single thing.

The world didn’t seem to be on his side that day, though. Brian went to wrap an arm around his waist and his hand accidentally brushed over the tent at the front of his trousers. His breath hitched a little and they both went entirely still for a moment.

Then Brian gave him a little squeeze and moved so his lips were right next to his ear.

“You trying to hide something from me, baby?”

He swallowed thickly and gave a little nod of his head.

“Why would you do something silly like that, hm?”

“Thought you wanted to watch the movie.”

He pressed an open mouthed kiss to the back of his neck. “You’re always my number one priority.” And with that, he was sliding a hand into his pants to grip him firmly and fuck, why had John thought it would be better to hide this from him?

He slowly canted his hips upward into his lover’s hand, his head tipping back against his shoulder as he pressed kisses to the side of his jaw.

“Bri..”

“Look at you, darling, so pretty for me, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah, for you, for you.”

“You going to come for me, lovely? Going to be my lovely boy?”

“Yes, yes, yes…” He pushed his hips up faster, his breathing quickening. It only took a few more thrusts before he was spilling into his hand.

“See what happens when you tell me things? Much better for both of us.”

Brian’s mind ran a little bit.. Differently sometimes. Not a bad different, just different. He was a bit concerned that the other three wouldn’t like it very much, though… so he’d kept it mostly to himself.

Really, it wasn’t bad, though.

Sometimes, he just liked to be told what to do. Or for someone else to take over. Or to be told he was a good boy. Or to be put back into his place. Or to make sure he was kept in line.

That was all. Nothing bad. Just different.

Some days, he just kind of… couldn’t deal, though.

And it slipped through, but before then, the others hadn’t been around. He hadn’t been quite so lucky this time, and so he just.. Well, he couldn’t really help himself.

They Freddie and Roger were watching some sort of show in the sitting room. Brian walked in, considered it for a moment where he might sit, looked at the empty seat on the couch, and dropped down onto his knees by Freddie’s leg and rested his head on his thigh.

The other two made little noises of surprise at the sudden movement, though didn’t question him. They seemed to understand, and didn’t seem to mind, which was… it was such a relief, he felt as though a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders.

Freddie just combed his fingers through his hair and told him that he was a good boy. He felt safe and loved and worry free.

Until John walked in, then he tensed up and started to worry again.

He took in the scene before him, seemed to contemplate for a moment, and then plopped down between Roger and Freddie, propping his feet up in Roger’s lap and ducked down to press a kiss to Brian’s head.

Comfort

The first thing Brian noticed when he got home was that there was no Joe to greet him like there normally was when he got home after his boyfriend. There was just a lump of blankets on the couch, a box of tissues on the coffee table next to a mug of tea, and the TV playing some cheesy romance movie.

“Why, hello there.”

There came a muffled reply from the lump of blankets that sounded similar to a ‘hello’, but Brian couldn’t be sure.

He sat down on the couch beside him. “Are you feeling better than you were this morning?”

He gave a little shrug and popped his head out from the blankets to look at Brian. “Dunno. Can’t breathe through my nose anymore, but I’m not feeling so nauseous.” He explained.

“Well, that’s kind of… maybe it means you can eat something. I can make you some soup, if you’d     like. My mum left me with an amazing recipe.” He suggested.

“I think.. I think that that sounds very good.”

He dropped a kiss to his forehead. “Alright, darling.” He moved to stand, but turned to raise an eyebrow when a hand grabbed him by the wrist to  keep him from getting up. “I thought you wanted soup?”

“In a minute. Right now, I want cuddles.”

“Alright, then. Cuddles it is.”

Honeymoon

As soon as the door to their hotel room was shut, Brian had Joe shoved up against the wall, hands sliding up under his shirt, lips on his neck.

“Ah, fuck, Bri…”

“I plan to completely ravish you tonight, my darling.” He murmured against his neck, punctuating his sentence with a sharp bit to the skin. 

“I definitely do not have any complaints about that.” He laced a hand in the older man’s hair and pulled his head up so that they could share a proper kiss. Brian’s hands found their way to his bum and he gave a squeeze before sliding down to his thighs and encouraging Joe to wrap his legs around his waist.

He happily accepted the invitation, giving a little hop so his ankles locked behind his back firmly in place. 

They stepped back towards the bed, slowly as to not come tumbling down and all of that, but as soon as the backs of Brian’s thighs hit the wood of the bed, he was sitting down and Joe was shifting to straddle him.

“Well, Mr. May, I think that I’d like to suck your cock and then have you pound me into this mattress.”

“Mr. May, I couldn’t think of anything better to do with the evening.”

Meeting the Family

“Come on, I promise they’re not so bad.”

“It’s your family. They’re going to give me the ninth degree.”

“You’ll live. And they already like you, and they don’t have any problems with us dating, or any issues with you, and meeting them, I admit, is a little bit scary, but I promise it’s not as bad as you think it’s going to be.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek. “John’s been thrilled to meet you, really. The people you really have to worry about are my mom and Mary, but you’re charming, so I’m sure they’ll love you.”

“Alright, if you say so.” He took a deep breath and reached up to knock on the door. Within seconds, Joe’s mom was swinging the door open and pulling Brian into a crushing hug. “Oh, erm, hello, Mrs. Mazzello.”

“Oh, please. Call me Virginia.”

“Alright. Virginia.”

“Come in, come in. Dinner is just about ready, so maybe you and Joe could help to set the table.”

“I think we can just about manage table setting.” He shot her a smile.

“Great. Joe can show you where the plates and things are, and Mary and John are in the sitting room if you’d like to.” She walked back off towards the kitchen. 

“See? I told you it wouldn’t be so bad.”

“Oh, just you wait. We haven’t even sat down to dinner yet.”

Birthday

“Happy birthday to you…”

Brian’s eyes creaked open to see Joe sat on the edge of the bed, holding a pancake with a candle stuck in the middle of it.

“And good morning to you too.”

“Happy birthday to you… happy birthday dear Brian, happy birthday to you!”

“I see you made breakfast too.”

“Figured you wouldn’t want cake for breakfast.” He commented.

“And you guessed right.”

“So I figured a pancake was the next best thing.”

“Very innovative of you.”

“I thought so too.”

“It looks delicious.”

“Blow out your candle and make a wish. And hurry, or you’ll get wax in your syrup.”

He huffed out a little laugh before blowing out his candle.

“What did you wish for?”

“I can’t tell you, or it won’t come true.”

“You’re no fun.”

“You know what, though?”

“What?”

“My wish already came true.” He gave him a wide smile.

“Oh my gosh, you are an absolute sap.”

“You love me, though.”

He leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips. “Yes I do.”

“And I love you too.”

The Sickness Returns

“You shouldn’t have stayed so close to me while I was sick.”

“It’s not all my fault. You’re clingy and I can’t stand to disappoint you.”

“You’re a big old sap.”

“You know what that means, though?”

“What?”

“That I get to have you take care of me now. How the tables have turned.”

“Alright, old man.”

“You’re supposed to be nice to me. I’m frail and weak and sick.”

“Oh, hush. You’ve just got the flu.”

“Frail and weak.”

He rolled his eyes. “Would you like another mug of tea?”

“I still haven’t finished my other one.”

“Then do you want a bowl of soup?”

“I don’t feel much like eating at the moment. Maybe later, though?”

“Alright. I’m holding you to that, though. You need to eat. Your body needs nutrients to have energy, and it needs energy to get better.”

“Alright, doctor Mazzello.”

“Oh, quiet, you.”

“I’m just acting how you did.”

“I did not pester you that much. I just gave you unconditional love and lived at your beck and call.”

“Does that mean I have to be at your beck and call.”

“No… but I do expect you to give me plenty of love and attention and cuddles.”

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